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polakina · 3 months

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tell me your secrets

pairing: valeria garza x reader

rating: explicit

outline: valeria wants information. you want to be out of her compound. she likes your attitude and decides to take this interrogation as a one on one

warnings: smut, fingering, oral (fem recieving), kidnapping, interrogation, spanking, flirting, enemies to...fuck buddies??, thigh riding

requests are open! hope you enjoy, petals <3

a/n: i love this woman. she's got such a hold on me i had to write for her

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The restraints were cutting deep into your wrists as you struggled to free yourself from them. It was such a stupid move. Arguing with El Sin Nombre’s men during a rally was not your best move. But you were a freedom fighter. You couldn’t stand the way they swaggered around with their smug faces, pointing their guns at innocent bystanders, looking for any information on where their resources were taken to.

You had them. Well, your team had them. You’d caught wind of a shipment for El Sin Nombre on the west side of Las Almas. So before the resources could be picked up by the team, you’d slipped in and taken everything, keeping it in a safehouse far from Las Almas.

One of El Sin Nombre’s men had recognised you from your previous encounters with them, and his emotion overtook him and he’d held you captive. The truck ride felt like hours, being bounced around in the back of the vehicle with a bag over your head. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into. Or if you were ever coming back.

You heard voices, muffled by the bag over your head which was starting to itch your scalp. It was driving you insane. A few hours you had been sat in this chair, men coming in to question you and leaving enraged when you didn’t speak a word. Not a word had come out of your mouth since you’d gotten out of that truck and been hauled to this room. Or corridor. Or whatever the fuck these boys had put you in.

Trying to untie the knots roped around your wrist, your fingers started to cramp and you cursed out into the darkness, the ties too tight for you to wriggle out of them.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” you heard to your right. A woman’s voice echoed through the room. “You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep doing that.” Footsteps made their way over to you and light seared into your retinas as the bag was harshly pulled off your face. You shook your head, moving the fair out of your eyes, slowly adjusting to the room you were captive in. “I’ve heard about you, you know?” The woman came round to stand in front of you, crouching so she was at your eye level.

You maintained eye contact, showing no emotion, giving nothing away. You couldn’t afford to. If she saw one crack in your facade, she had you in her grasp. “So what’s your name, then, hmm? I know what the freedom fighters call you on the street, but what should I call you?”

Silence. Utter silence filled the room. But it didn’t faze her like the other men. She didn’t get angry, or slap you, or storm out of the room. She just smirked. It seemed more unnerving than anything else.

“Not a big talker? Fine. Let me start this conversation,” she walked around the chair, standing directly behind you. You had no idea what she was doing until you felt her fingers curl into the hair at the scalp, pulling your head back towards the ceiling forcefully. You winced slightly, but said nothing. “You stole our resources, taking them from right under our noses in the middle of the night. Now we have no guns, no ammo, nothing to fight off the terrorists that plague our land. Now we can’t find your men. They’ve gone underground. And nobody’s talking. Not even civilians. You got them wrapped around your finger, don’t you, princesa?” Her face was so close to yours.

You’d seen a lot of El Sin Nombre’s men around in your time, but always under her command. She led them, they were on her orders. The times you’d come into contact with her were never pleasant. She loved toying with you whenever you had stood up to her. Not many people liked to challenge her authority, but you took pride in it. She admired it. She wouldn’t admit it turned her on a little to have someone rile her up, someone she could put in their place. Especially you.

“So now we have you in custody, your men hiding most likely at one of your safehouses which we can’t track down. You’re a smart woman. Maybe we should have hired you instead of the assholes we’ve got wearing our colours.”

You smiled. They hadn’t found your men. They had nothing. They were clutching at straws they barely had a grasp on to begin with. “Tell me where I can find my resources, and I’ll let you go.”

You considered it. For the smallest inch of a second, you seriously considered it. But you didn’t want a war to break out in your town. Nobody could survive that kind of hit.

She released your hair from her grasp, running her fingers through it gently before stepping away, coming back into your field of view. “Either you talk to me, or I let those boys back in on orders to slice you up until you talk. I don’t think you’ll survive for very long after that, honey.” The woman went and stood by the door, her hand on the metal handle. “The choice is yours. But I can promise you right now, I’m much better company.”

Hearing the creak in the handle as she pushed down on it, unlocking it, you stopped her.

“We don’t want a war breaking out. Las Almas is crumbling enough on it’s own. We don’t need to bring fucking genocide into play as well.”

She turned to face you once again.

“Is that what you think we’re doing? Starting a war.” The woman leaned against the door, arms crossed. “We never wanted one either. That’s why we need our shipment. To protect Las Almas and its people.”

“Didn’t feel like you were protecting its people when those assholes out there tore the south side of the city to shreds. Do you even know how many bodies we found? Innocent bodies. All gunned down by El Sin Nombre’s men for no reason.”

She looked down at her feet, rolling her shoulders back. “Those men were dealt with,” she said softly. “El Sin Nombre never gave out that south side order. Those men acted on their own backs. You’re talking to the person who personally executed those men for what they did that day. We don’t want a war, princesa. We want to protect our own. Our people. This city.”

“So patriotic,” you smirked, rolling your eyes. “I almost believe you.”

She walked over to you, leaning down until her face was inches from yours. “You should believe me. I’m the one person here who can get you out alive.”

You leaned closer, a certain fire in your eyes that she liked. “I want my men alive. If I give you the location of my shipment, then that’s all you take. If I hear whispers that you’ve taken out any of my men, I’ll come back here and rain hellfire down on you, I can fucking promise you that.”

She chuckled slightly, surprising you. “Even held captive, you show no fear. I like you. I give you my word that none of your men will be injured.”

“Your word means nothing to me,” you said, cocking your head to the side. “I want your boss’ word.”

“My boss?”

“El Sin Nombre. I want his word.”

She smiled, nodding once. “What makes you think he’s a man?” She asked quietly, and it sent sparks flying in your brain. You’d been told that the boss was a man. Dangerous and vicious. But a woman? That felt even scarier to you. “My word is just as good as El Sin Nombre’s, I promise.”

You contemplated for a moment. “What’s your name?”

“Why would you want to know that?”

“Just in case your word isn’t as good as you say. I want to know the name of the woman who I’ll be coming back for to hold responsible.”

The woman stood up straight, but her hand drifted to your jaw, holding it tightly and tilting your face up to look at her. “Valeria. You call me Valeria.”

With her other hand she reached into her back pocket, a shimmer catching the light and you saw it was a knife in her hand. Valeria leaned over you, the knife drifting along your arm until it snagged suddenly, loosening the rope around your wrists, allowing blood to flow. “Follow me.” Valeria turned and opened the door to the small room, motioning for you to head through.

The map stretched across the entire expanse of the table, the whole of Las Almas territory and its neighbouring cities plastered on the paper. You leaned over it, eyes casting a glance over where your base camp was, where your safehouses were. From their notes, they were nowhere near your men. It made you smile.

“So?” Valeria sat in a chair, leaning back on two wooden legs as her feet were kicked up onto the table. “The shipment. Where can we find it.” You glanced at her before looking back to the map. Taking a pen from the table, you circled an area on the map, out in the middle of the desert. From a glance, you wouldn’t think anything was even out there.

“You can find your shipment here. I have men on patrol in this area twenty-four-seven. So I expect to be able to contact them ahead of time so you don’t break out into a fucking bloodbath for no reason,” you asserted, tossing the pen back onto the table. Valeria smirked, standing up from where she was sat, marching over to you.

“Princesa, you’re not in a position to be making demands, okay?”

“I’m not your princesa.”

“Well, you won’t give me a name so you can deal with the name I give you. Besides,” her hand brushes away stray hairs on your cheek. “I like seeing the red in your cheeks when I call you it.”

You avoided eye contact, looking at the table, but she grabbed your face, her fingers digging into your cheeks as she forced you to look back at her. “Don’t be going all shy on me now.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said through gritted teeth. You had felt heat on your cheeks every time she called you princesa. But you didn’t think she could actually see anything.

“You know, if you weren’t so hostile, we’d actually make a pretty good team. I like having something pretty to look at when I’m working,” she raised her eyebrows as your eyes met hers. “You don’t have to act so big and mighty around me. I’m not that scary.”

You laughed, your hand pulling her wrist away from your face, keeping a firm grip on it. “You act as though I’m scared of you. I can assure you, you don’t scare me.”

She hummed, turning the tables and grabbing your wrists in her hands instead, pushing you against the table. “I know. I like it. You got a fire in you, honey. I’m starting to like your company more and more every passing second.” She smiled, leaning in until her lips grazed your ear, her body pressed against yours. “Perhaps you should stay a little longer in ym compound.”

Your body was telling you to react in a different way to what your brain was screaming at you. You honestly didn’t know what to do. This interrogation had certainly gone down a different path than what you expected. “And why would I do that, Valeria?” From the past few months where you had challenged her men, challenged her, gotten up in her face about how she was ruining Las Almas and causing more problems than solving them, you’d never actually been this close. Nor had you ever felt so vulnerable in her presence.

“We’ve been dancing around each other for months. We’ve been at each other’s throats, fought on opposite sides. But there’s one thing you can’t deny,” she smiled against your ear as your breathing halted in your throat.

“And what’s that?” you asked, only able to muster it up in a whisper.

“That you like it. You like the confrontation between us. I’ve seen the way you look when I put you in your place.” She had you. The second she heard your breathing labour she knew she fucking had you.

You turned your face towards hers slightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her teeth nipped your earlobe, trailing towards your neck.

“Hmm. You sure?” She coaxed, feeling your pulse quicken against her lips. “Because your body is telling me something else entirely.” her face came up to meet yours. She stood a little taller than you were, and the ends other hair tickled your cheeks. “Tell me I’m wrong. But don’t lie to my face in my own office.”

You couldn’t say anything. Saying no would be a lie in itself. Your lips parted slightly but no words came out. She smiled, her face inching closer to yours. “That’s what I thought.” Her lips found yours. Softly, but firmly slotting against yours in a kiss. Her body pressed against you felt her tongue part your lips further, exploring your mouth deftly. Valeria’s grip loosened around your wrists and moved to your waist, her fingers ghosting over your bare skin as your shirt lifted. You could have pulled away. You could have stopped this. But you didn’t want to. This already felt too good.

Valeria felt your hands come up to cup her cheeks, and she smiled into the kiss, pulling your bottom lip between her teeth. Your fingers drifted to her neck, pulling her impossibly closer to you. Her lips found your neck, sucking at the soft skin over your pulse. You couldn’t hide the small gasp that escaped your throat, making her chuckle softly. Not in a demeaning way. She liked that she made you feel good.

But her touch disappeared just as quickly as it came. She walked backwards, back to the couch opposite the desk, her fingers making quick work of the belt around her waist, letting it drop to the floor as she unbuckled it, pulling it through the loops. She kicked her boots off, nudging them to the side as she walked. “Still regretting staying?” She asked coyly, sitting in the chair, leaning back and spreading her legs.

“Not yet,” you replied, still leaning against the table.

“Then come here, princesa. I’m not finished with you yet.”

Slowly, you made your way over to the couch. She smiled up at you, one eyebrow cocked. You took the opportunity to lower yourself to your knees, knowing exactly what she wanted. You wanted it too. Your hands ghosted up her thighs as you leaned up to her. Your fingers unzipped her pants, pulling them down her legs as you found her lips with yours once more. Her skin was warm, like fire against your fingertips. Your mouth made its way south and you started at her knee, kissing softly at her skin until you made your way to her inner thigh.

Valeria watched you, looking down at you as your head inched closer to exactly where she wanted you. She lifted one leg over the arm of the sofa and let her head fall back as you pulled her underwear aside, gently ghosting your lips over her cunt.

You wasted no time, diving into her pussy, licking a stripe through her folds. She moaned softly, her hand finding your hair, pushing you closer to her cunt as you fucked her with your tongue. Valeria felt your finger glide up her cunt, dipping gently into her. You were teasing. She was having none of it.

“Keep fucking around and you will not like the punishment I give you, honey,” she said, her words like ice on her tongue. You pushed your finger deep inside, your tongue finding her clit, giving her the stimulation she needed. Lips closing around her clit, you sucked harshly at the sensitive little bud, your teeth grazing gently over it.

Her grip was so tight in your hair as she kept your head between your thighs, you wouldn’t be surprised if it bruised your scalp by morning. But you didn’t care. Your free hand wrapped around her thigh where her leg rested beside you, and you pulled it over your shoulder, caging yourself between her grip. She felt your fingers dig painfully into the supple flesh of her thigh, it made her gasp out into the otherwise empty room.

You added a second finger to the crevice of her cunt, and then a third. Valeria tensed around you as she felt your fingers curl against something devastating inside her. “Shit, princesa. You’re better than I-” her sudden moan cut off her sentence as your fingers quickened, thrusting deep and harshly inside her. You felt her thigh close around your head, her hand keeping a firm grip on your head as her quick breaths signalled her high coming to a peak. “Come on, honey. Make me cum. I know you can.”

Withone final thrust of your fingers, and the undying attention you gave to her clit, she felt her orgasm wash over her, her mouth hanging open and her eyes rolling back as she came on your fingers.

Her fingers released her grip on your hair as she came down from her high. You stayed between her thighs, keeping her legs pushed widely apart as you cleaned the mess between her thighs.

Valeria’s breathing slowed and became steadier as her muscles relaxed. Once you were satisfied, you looked up at her with glazed eyes. Her expression matched yours. Her cheeks were flushed and her pupils blown. “Atta girl,” she smiled, patting her bare thigh. You pushed yourself off her knees and stepped between her legs, but her foot pressed against your thigh as she cocked her head at you. “Take them off,” she gestured to your pants.

You rolled your eyes, smirking, but entirely compliant to her orders. Your shoes were kicked to the side, your pants on the floor within seconds, and you moved back towards her. But her foot came up against your thigh once more. “Take. Them. Off.” There was no room in negotiation in her voice, her tone was stern and cold. It sent a tingle down your spine.

Underwear hit the floor and you felt bare in front of her. Your shirt was just long enough to cover your ass, but not long enough to be able to leave it to the imagination. Her finger coaxed you closer to her and you moved to stand between her legs once again.

Valeria’s hands drifted up your thighs, gently pulling you onto her lap and her lips melted against yours, her kisses deep, rough, needy. She shifted your body so you were seated on her thigh, your cunt resting on the muscle beneath her skin. “Your turn now,” she whispered, her accent thick and heavy in her words.

Her hands cupped your ass, dragging your hips along her thigh. Your clit rubbed against her skin in such a perfect way with each roll of your hips. Soft gasps accumulated in your throat as she guided you where you sat, straddling her. “Such pretty noises, princesa,” she smiled up at you, her hands drifting upwards as your body moved on its own, wanting to reach its own high. Valeria pushed the shirt up over your head, tossing it over your head where it landed clumsily on the table. Her lips found your breasts, kissing and sucking at the sensitive flesh, your nipples gently grazed with her teeth.

The stimulation was turning you on even more, every part of your body receiving the attention it needed to draw your orgasm even closer. But it never felt enough. Just constantly on the cusp, never teetering over the edge. Valeria could see it in your eyes.

“Need a little more, honey?” Her tone sounded mocking, but you were so close that you didn’t even care. You just went along with it. You liked this side of her. “Aw pretty girl. I got you.” Her hands grabbed your ass again, slapping your ass cheek harshly as she hoisted you up onto your knees. One hand stayed on your ass, the other reaching in front of her to play between your thighs. She was less gentle than you were with her earlier, her fingers thrusting deep into your cunt without warning. But it was what you needed. You moaned and tilted your head back, your fingers digging into her shoulders, nails carving lines into her skin.

She moved at such a speed, the noises coming from your soaked pussy filling the room with its obscene sounds. Her thumb pressed firmly against your clit, rubbing tight circles against it until you felt your core clench and your thighs tense around her own.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you cried out. Valeria looked up at you, seeing the way your eyes crinkled shut, how you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Say please,” she whispered, her ministrations slowing and your coming high fading. “Beg me for it.”

You had no shame as you made eye contact with her, begging and pleading to reach your orgasm. She just smiled, knowing the control she had over you right in this moment. Your orgasm hit you hard, and you buried your face in her neck, her skin between your teeth as you came. She hissed at the pain, but it didn’t hurt nearly as much as she’d expected. She rather enjoyed it.

Breathing some air into your lungs, your body finally started to relax, and your walls unclenched around her fingers, but she didn’t take them out. Not yet, anyway. Your juices soaked her fingers, dripping out to coat her hand, but Valeria didn’t mind.

A few minutes passed before either of you spoke. You leaned back, your face close to hers and she leaned up and kissed you softly.

“Perhaps you should call your team, let them know what’s going on,” Valeria smiled, the whole reason you were in this compound now coming back to her. You returned her smile, chuckling softly, pecking her lips once more.

“Yeah probably. Did you okay it with your boss, I assume?” You questioned, cocking your head. You realised she hadn’t left your side since the interrogation, she hadn’t had the time to discuss it with the boss.

But Valeria just laughed, her whole body shaking as she chuckled. “Oh, honey. There is no boss to go talk to.” Your expression screamed confusion, and it just made her smile and shake her head. She patted your ass as she leaned back against the couch. “You just fucked El Sin Nombre and got on your knees for her, which was so hot, by the way. I call the shots around here.”

Stunned. Shocked. It was the only way to explain how you felt right now. You were bare ass naked in the lap of a notorious cartel leader. “You’re serious?”

Valeria nodded in response, a smile playing at her lips.

“So call your boys and let them know. I’ll send my men to retrieve my resources. And who knows,” she tilted her head up, lips ghosting over yours. “This could be the start of a beautiful business partnership.”

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spiderlandry · 6 months

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connect — ethan landry

Description: Ethan is enamoured with the girl who beats him during a college trivia night.

Pairing: Ethan Landry x F!Reader (she/her pronouns, reader is referred to as a girl)

Warnings/Tags: non-gf ethan, fluff, probably super corny (you have been warned.)

Word Count: 3k

Author’s Note: the trivia is based off an episode of only connect. for the record, i’m not british i just love that show

There aren’t many things in college that really matter to Ethan besides his grades. Sure, he has his friends—but they understand his incessant need to excel in academics once he opened up about his aspirations, which more often than not have him holed up in the apartment he shares with his longtime roommate, Chad. They’ve been roommates since freshman year in the dorms, and Chad said he didn’t want anyone else to be his roommate, so they decided to rent an apartment for junior year. Being a good roommate is third in the list of important things.

However, the thing that takes second place is something that his friends don’t understand. It’s the annual trivia competition held by Blackmore’s Honor Students Society. Particularly, one held by the STEM students. This tradition, having existed since the society was founded, has been a loved custom.

Spanning three days, the winner gets a donation to a charity of their choice under their name at the end. It’s been vital for frats and sororities to win because of the reputation points earned for their society, but Ethan is not part of one; yet he still wants to win.

Often, he gets teased by Chad and Mindy while he prepares for the upcoming few days. But he lets them, knowing they’d agree to be his teammates like they always do. His team during the first part—the trivia bowl—has always consisted of him, Chad, Mindy, Anika, and Tara. They switch out teammates for different categories. It has worked all these years, there’s no reason for it not to work again.

Well, he’d be proven wrong this time.

The first day is by far the most difficult due to the amount of people participating: twelve teams.

The lecture hall is alight with excitement, nerves running through the crowd as the host gets on the stage. Ethan being the team captain, he sits in the middle with Chad and Anika on his left, Mindy and Tara on his right.

(After some trial and error, it was best Chad and Mindy didn’t get to sit together because of their banter, and if the arrangement was Mindy with Anika and Chad with Tara, it’s just Ethan fifth-wheeling.)

“Who’s ready to rumble?!” The host shouts, the boom of the microphone travelling around the room. They cheer in anticipation. “Alright! I’ll explain the rules for the quiz bowl, then we’ll get to introducing our teams.

“For this first day, we’ll play connections—the goal is for your team to find the connection between the clues we put on the screen,” he points to the big projector screen. “For the first ten seconds, there will be two clues. After that, the other two clues will be shown and there are fifteen seconds for your team to figure it out.

“The clues will get harder as it goes on. Every team has a bell, whoever dings first gets to answer. Now! Let’s get to introducing! From the front of the room, you—“ he points.

Chad speaks for the team, “We are the Fab Five, and we’ve got a champion with us.” He half jokes, shaking Ethan by the shoulders.

The host chuckles, “That’s right. Certainly a legend, Ethan Landry, who’s won the past two years. Think you can keep your streak?”

Ethan, confidently nodding, “Absolutely.”

Every other team introduces themselves. Nobody stands out, at least not for now. There are only some familiar faces to Ethan and that’s it.

It’s not until about halfway through the game, during a question that Ethan realizes he may have actual competition. Of course, he’s been confident throughout the past hour, his team in the lead with the most points, but there’s a close runner-up that answers from across the room.

The screen reads:

Audio CDs. Details of The Budget.

The silence in the room is cut with a familiar ding. Ethan looks to the source, spotting the one person who seemed to have an edge over his entire team. You.

“Red books,” You answer.

God, who are you? Ethan thinks. He shakes his head—he has to get it together. His strategy has been to focus on his team only, and he can’t stray from that now. His brows furrow when the host says you’re correct.

“This has been interesting,” the host smiles, “The Fab Five has tied with the Three Fates.”

Ethan looks closer, and indeed, there are only three people on your team.

You don’t seem to pay him any mind.

So the game continues.

Aqua Regis. Aqua Fortis.

“Alchemist names for acids,” Ethan answers.

Oscar Niemeyer, Brasilia. Charles Barry, London.

“Architects of parliaments,” you chime.

Meanwhile, his friends can definitely sense the nervousness radiating off Ethan. He isn’t usually concerned with staying first place, but he keeps sneaking glances to your position in the room and they’re beginning to think it’s not just about trivia.

All in all, their team still stays in the lead with two points ahead of yours.

The second day.

The host welcomes everyone back into the room, a few less people than yesterday. He leans against the podium, grinning as your team and Ethan’s are forced closer together, tables next to each other.

“The teams have been cut down to the top four who earned the most points yesterday,” he explains. “The other teams are invited to come watch, as well as anyone else interested as the game finally gets interesting.

“For the next hour, you’ll play sequences. The goal is to predict the fourth in a sequence—if you predict it with less clues on the screen, you get more points. Two seconds in between each clue. No need for introductions, let’s do it!”

Fear.

Surprise.

Ethan rings the bell. “Devotion to the Pope.”

“Three points to the Fab Five. Next!”

Observation.

Statement.

“Testing.” You answer.

“Three points to the Three Fates, well done.”

It goes on like that, with the other two teams occasionally answering. But mainly it’s just either yours or his that answers.

A game of cat and mouse. It gets under Ethan’s skin, the way you easily answer the questions while laying back in your chair all the while Ethan is probably bouncing off his seat.

Amidst the chaos inside his own head, a jumble of questions and answers, there’s something about you that stands out. In his own circles, he’d never seen or heard about you. Though Blackmore was a big college, the amount of STEM honors students they had was relatively small, with the university being known for its film programs. He needed to know who you are.

The game is over before he knows it.

Hours later, thinking about his choices and zoning out, his train of thought is interrupted by an object being hurled at his head.

“You okay?” Chad throws a pillow at Ethan, who is sitting on the couch. He catches it last second.

“Why?” Ethan hugs the pillow close to his chest as his roommate gets something from the kitchen.

“You just seemed fidgety today. At the trivia thing.”

Even after knowing Chad all these years, it surprises him that he notices.

“No, yeah. I’m fine. Nobody’s just come close like that before.”

“Well, Y/N’s smart.”

Ethan’s interest piques. “You know her?”

“Yeah. I met her at a party, last semester. She just transferred here. She was drunk, going off to me about this new thing they discovered in physics.”

“Oh,” is all he can say.

“What, are you nervous?”

“Why would I be nervous?”

“Tomorrow’s the big day. You’re gonna have to face her without us.”

“Shit.” He sighs. He was so caught up in beating you that he’d forgotten the last part of the challenge. He has to face you individually with other teams watching to see who gets the winning prize.

“You guys would get along, I think.”

“Are you kidding? She’s getting on my nerves.”

Chad tilts his head, akin to that of a confused puppy. “I don’t think you know the real reason, bud.”

“Don’t start.”

“I’m just saying!” He shrugs. “She’s very pretty.”

And as his (infuriating) roommate walks away, Ethan can’t help but silently agree.

A few continuous buzzes from Ethan’s phone is what finally takes him out of a studying session. Picking up the device, the screen reads:

Quinn

can you come pick up ur notes

He groans. The sun had taken its place above, a contrast to when it was just dawn as he woke up to study for the final part of the quiz. It was probably a good idea to go outside, though.

On the steps of the Carpenter/Quinn residence, he taps his foot against the welcome mat impatiently.

The door swings open.

Here’s the thing: With the three people living in this apartment, it was a common occurrence for friends to be over. Tara’s got a big group that she knows, Sam has coworkers over, often Danny even opens the door or one of Quinn’s flings.

But out of all the possibilities, the last person in his mind to open the door is you.

Ethan’s smile drops, and you seem to notice it. “Oh, sorry.” You stand aside to let him in, yet he doesn’t move an inch. “Who are you looking for? You’re Ethan, right? Chad’s roommate?“

Just then, Tara’s voice booms from the other room. “Come in, Ethan!”

One second under your scrutinizing gaze is enough to make him stumble into the apartment, and he’s sure he can feel your stare burning the back of his head as he rushes to Quinn’s room.

He closes his sister’s door with a slam, making her jump. “What’s your problem, asshole?” She turns from her spot on the bed, facing him.

It takes a minute for him to catch his breath. “My problem? I should be asking you that!” He’s careful not to be too loud, his words coming out more as a whisper. “Why would you ask me to come here?”

“To pick up your notes? I told you.”

“No that—” He shakes his head, “That Y/N is here. Didn’t I tell you about that girl from trivia?”

“The one you have a crush on?” She laughs. “So? She’s friends with Tara.”

“Friends with—” His head tilts to rest against the wall. “You didn’t tell me she was here.”

“…I did. Didn’t you read my texts?”

Texts. As in plural. He fully opens his phone into the app, and lo and behold, the texts are there.

Quinn

the girl you have a crush on is here lol

where have u been

can you come pick up ur notes

She laughs even harder when she realizes his mistake.

“Please shut up, Quinn.”

“Why don’t you just talk to her? She’s nice!”

“Keep it down.”

“Fine,” she sighs, rolling her eyes. “Your notes are on my desk.”

He picks them up and turns to leave, however not without an additional comment from his sister.

“I promise you won’t regret talking to her.”

He only grumbles, walking out. He has to face you again, though he’s sure if he’s fast enough he can avoid you.

Nope. Totally wrong.

You stop him before he exits the apartment, he shoots a stern look to Tara in the background when she audibly holds back a snicker.

“Hey, you.” You nod to him. “You’re my competition.”

He finally faces you. His eyes scan your expression, treading lightly as to not get lost in your eyes. “I am.”

You flash him a devilish smirk, “You think you’ll win?”

“I know I will.” He quips back, slowly gaining confidence. You slide in front of him, opening the door to let him out.

“See you tonight?”

“Good luck,” he smiles. “You’ll need it.”

Unbeknownst to him, it was Tara who invited you over just to psych him out. And it worked.

“The final day of this competition,” The host speaks to the crowd consisting of the teams who competed. “It’s been a close race between the Three Fates and the Fab Five.

“Per our tradition, the team captain of the two leading teams are to face off each other in a timed game of missing vowels.

“On my right is Ethan Landry, team captain of the Fab Five with twenty-two points,” He reads off an index card. “He’s an honors statistics major, in his third year here at Blackmore. On my left is Y/N Y/L/N, team captain of the Three Fates who have twenty, she is a double major on linguistics and anthropology. She recently transferred here from Rutgers University.“

The audience cheers. You and Ethan stare at each other intensely, like you can see straight through his soul.

“The objective of this game is to fill in the missing vowels of what’s on the screen. You’ll be given a category, the first one being endangered mammals. Thirty minutes on the clock, use your bell to answer, and best of luck. Time starts now.”

FRC NLPH NT

Your bell goes off before he can even think, “African Elephant.”

You have an advantage, he realizes. But he studied.

BLC KRH NCR S

“Black rhinoceros,” Ethan answers. You smirk—for a second he’s thinking if you hadn’t answered on purpose.

The game is back and forth.

RN GTN

“Orangutan.”

BC TRNC ML

“Bactrian Camel.”

He can feel the audience’s eyes jumping between him and you, and besides either of your voices and the host moving onto the next category, the room is unusually quiet. It’s not like any other year, he should have worked harder.

It does not help that you’re gorgeous, but it takes all of his willpower not to get distracted by your frustratingly enchanting smile and the crinkle of your eyes when you beat him—

You beat him, and he lost.

“Time’s up!” The man announces, and he meets you halfway on the stage to shake your hand.

“There’s always next year, man.” Chad pats him on the back pitifully, though he knows it’s out of kindness. “Look who’s coming,” His roommate gestures to behind him. He turns around, and of course you’re there.

Ethan can see your group exiting the room, and he can sense his group leaving, too. It’s just you and him now.

“You did well,” you say. And to his chagrin, it really does sound like you mean it. “Wanna get a milkshake?”

He tries not to show surprise. “With me?”

“The least I can do,” you nod.

“Lead the way.”

He hopes you don’t notice the beads of sweat on his forehead.

He can’t help but feel slightly guilty when you pay for his drink. Slightly. You did beat him.

Expecting to separate from you after that, he moves to leave but you catch his wrist. “Where are you going?” There’s a laugh brewing, but you hold it back.

“I’m—“ He pauses. “I thought—“

Thankfully, you get him. “No, I wanted to talk to you. Come on, I know a spot.”

The cold drink in his hand is surely a good distraction. He follows you into a small academic building, and you start making small talk with him. He really doesn’t mind, not when it’s you.

“Where are we going?” He finally questions when you lead him to a set of stairs.

“Rooftop,” you reply when you both reach the top.

“Isn’t that illegal?”

“Illegal?” You open the door, ushering him outside as you follow.

The sunset is the first thing he sees. He’s drawn to it, staring in awe. Various pink and orange hues paint the sky.

“It’s not illegal,” you pipe up. “Blackmore just doesn’t allow it. It’s a liability.”

He knows that, though. “So how did you get us up here?”

“That’s for me to know.”

He mirrors your grin. “Come on, tell me.”

“Maybe one day.”

The implication of a deeper friendship with you makes his heart soar. Or something more than that.

“What does the competition mean to you? Do you just like the bragging rights?”

His brows furrow. “I don’t know,” he shrugs. That’s a lie, he knows. “I donate the money to this animal shelter where I got my childhood dog.”

It’s a moment of honesty that is unexpected, even for him.

“What’s the shelter?”

“Why?”

“So I can donate it under your name.”

Hm? “What?”

You chuckle, “I like your reason. It’s nice.”

“But you won.”

“And I get to decide,” you say.

He can’t really argue with that. So he does the next best thing, “We can do it under both our names. You keep the bragging rights.”

“What makes you think I want it?”

“You were teasing me!” He bickers.

You go back and forth again, this time without any prying eyes. You stay talking until your milkshakes are done, even more after that. The sun has almost gone down, with only a little bit of light left.

When it’s time to leave, though, neither of you want to. It’s an invisible string.

“Just text me the name of the shelter.”

“Text—“ he starts, “I don’t have your number.”

You raise your brows, as if asking something. “Well?”

Getting the hint, “…Can I have your number?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #scream 6 #scream 6 x reader #scream vi #scream #scream x reader #ethan landry fluff

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rkvriki · 11 months

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romantic moments with them - a playlist

omg ana was seen posting??? sorry for not posting but i've been so caught in my studies and i really needed to focus. also enhas comeback??!

make sure to leave feedback ! my requests are open and so is my tlak box so let's talk !

WARNINGS ! none really i think?? warn me if theres any!!

a/n: i got carried away in some of the members so sorry if theres longer one and shorter ones i jutsvfdhfef

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LEE HEESEUNG ! - bills by enhypen

enhypen’s new album had just come out and the showcase was now happening and you were watching it backstage through the monitors watching and supporting heeseung. you watched as danced and sang so passionately and your heart felt full watching him do the things he had always loved doing even before you met him in high school. you felt so proud watching as he and his group grew so much and how far they’ve become. it made you look back at the shy heeseung from a few years ago and see how much he changed, for better obviously, into a carefree person. heeseung was a very hard worker and you had to always remind him not to overwork himself and sometimes you worried he wouldn’t listen to you since you couldn’t be with him at all times. you know he had gone through a lot during his training days and you tried to make sure he didn’t have to go through the same thing now that he had debuted. the performance had just ended and you were waiting for your boyfriend to come backstage. the door finally opened revealing all of the boys sweaty from all their hard work. heeseung ran to you and pulled you up, spinning you in the air as he smothered your face with kisses. he put you down and you stared into each other's eyes like two fools in love, making you both laugh. heeseung cupped your cheeks and pulled you into a sweet and awaited kiss.

rest under the cut !

PARK JONGSEONG ! - die for you by joji

it was late at night and you and jay were out for a day night. you were just strolling around the city which was almost empty since it was almost midnight and the weather was pretty gloomy. even though it was dark you could still see clouds covering the sky. the walk was pretty silent, you were holding each other's hands, swinging hands back and forth. there was a comfortable silence in the air, the only sound came from people walking by or from the people talking in the esplanades around you. times like this made you feel like you were in a movie where you and jay were the main characters and only you and him mattered. times like these were rare for you and you were always afraid you couldn’t enjoy them to the max, so you tried make the most of them no matter the circumstances. suddenly it started raining, anyone's first instinct would be finding a place to cover themselves, but you two just stood still in the middle of the street, feeling the droplets wet your skin. you looked at each other as the rain got heavier and just laughed. jay pulled you into his arms as you both let out loud chuckles and spun around without a care in the world, enjoying yourselves in the rain. jay pulled you closer, his breath mixing with yours as you leaned closer until your lips connected in a deep kiss.

SIM JAEYUN ! - yukon (interlude) by joji

you and jake were spending a lazy day indoors, deciding to spend his free day at your apartment and doing things at home. having a full day with jake was a very rare thing to happen lately since he has a especially busy schedule for comeback season so you would only see each other very late at night, only having time for dinner together and him having to leave right after eating since he had to wake up extra early for practices and whatnot. so last night he came over to your apartment to enjoy the silence and privacy you two couldn’t have in the dorms. you were both laid out on your couch as a shitty movie you picked on purpose played on your tv. you both would let out occasional chuckles at awful scenes that would play in the movie. a especially bad scene played and you both started laughing so hard you had to clutch your stomach. words tried to get out of your mouth but none came since you were laughing so hard. you noticed jake’s eyes on you, and you looked at him as your chuckles died down “what?” you asked him, still letting out small giggles. “nothing” he answered “i love you.” he said “oh, why so out of the blue?” you asked, letting out a chuckle as you held his hand. he just shrugged and leaned in to kiss you, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, making you smile into the kiss.

PARK SUNGHOON ! - self control by frank ocean

it was one of those rare evenings where sunghoon would appear at your house unannounced and you two would just hang out and sometimes have dinner before he went back to the dorms. this happened often since he never knew when he could or could not visit you, obviously you didn’t mind it, seeing him so unexpectedly always made you so happy and your heart felt so full knowing that he thinks of visiting you at the most random times. dark orange rays were peaking through your blinds since the sun was starting to set. the smell of food could be smelt in the living room as you cooked some food for both of you and some tunes were heard quietly in the kitchen, probably sunghoon putting some music on the speaker you had on the living room. you put the stove on the lowest heat and walked to where sunghoon was, sat on the couch scrolling through his phone. the melody from frank ocean’s self control was playing quietly, the song filling the area. you grabbed sunghoon’s hand and pulled him in a hug, making him chuckle at him but hug you back anyway. he kissed the top of your head and you both started swinging to the rhythm of the song. sunghoon hugged you tighter and you did the same, listening to the sound of his steady heartbeat along with the song that played.

KIM SUNOO ! - kiss me by dpr live

dating sunoo sometimes felt like a dream. he always made sure to plan the best days for you two, always trying to make the best out of them since you were always a little restricted as you tried to protect and hide your relationship from the public. he made sure to always prepare everything in advance and also made sure you were up for what he had planned or f you wanted to change anything. you had experienced so many things with him. from getting up at 3:30 am to get ready and watch the sunset in a place 40 minutes away from the city to camping with him in the middle of a mountain he convinced you was safe. today sunoo decided to be a little more cliché and he planned an outdoor date near the hand river, late at night where you could be alone, enjoying each other's presence. you were both laid in the picnic blanket as you looked at the stars and tried to make out the different constellations. “i literally can’t tell any of them apart.” you said looking at him. sunoo turned to look at you and opened his mouth to say something but he decided to stay quiet and just stare at you. he propped up on his elbows as he observed each of your feature, making you blush under his gaze. he leaned down closer to your face, but only left a peck on the corner of your mouth, teasing you. you started whining at him, making him laugh at your reaction.

YANG JUNGWON ! - jasmine by dpr live

concerts were something you found yourself enjoying a lot ever since you went to your first one. it felt so good to be in a space where so many people shared the same taste and you just loved the energy of people singing along to any songs that played. usually you go with your friends, but lately you’ve been asking jungwon to go on one with you since your friends sometimes bring their partners along and you also wanted to experience that. still he needed to remind you he couldn’t just attend a concert as he pleased but that din’t make you give up. yours and jungwons favorite artist was gonna have this concert in seoul, so obviously you wouldn’t miss it for the world and you literally begged won for days to come along which he ended up giving in. you both were in high places in the venue, since those were always less booked and you could be a little more private. the concert started and you both couldn’t contain your joy as you sang along. then a song that you both consider you guys’ song started playing. jungwon pulled you to his side as his arms embraced you and you started swinging along to the song, you back against his chest. you rested your head against his shoulder as you looked up at him. he looked down at you and pulled down both of your masks as he leaned down to kiss you, not caring if anyone even saw, it felt surreal to him.

NISHIMURA RIKI ! - understand by keshi

niki had invited you to come watch him dance in the studio at the hybe building. visits like this happened often, since he loved having your presence as he danced, saying, in his words, “you were his muse”. you also didn’t mind watching him, your chest always swells with pride and you watch as he gets better and better each time you, which you thought was impossible since he is already perfect in your eyes. niki has a tendency to be hard on himself, which ends up with you comforting him each time he gets angry at himself for thinking he is not good enough. it makes your heart break knowing he can’t see himself through your eyes, you wish he could see how flawless he looks in your eyes. you watched as niki danced, feeling the loud bass from the music vibrating in your chest. you loved when he could turn a simple studio into a huge stage and he owned it all. the song came to an end and niki did a playful bow as you clapped happily at him. other songs from his playlist started playing and understand by keshi played through. niki extended his hand to you “would you give me the honor to have this dance, m’lady?” you laughed at his choice of words but took his hand. he started swaying you through the studio, turning and twisting you, stopping as he put a hand on your back and swung you down. you stared in his eyes laughing at his playful gesture and placed a peck on his lips making him smile at you.

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okaylorrainee · 1 year

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her way of water

characters. neteyam & female metkayina reader. sully family. tsireya.

synopsis. neteyam and his family left their clan to seek uturu from yours. on their first night, neteyam wanders by the shore to clear his mind. he finds himself away from everyone’s marui pods and comes across you as you bathed - he couldn’t get you out of his mind since then.

contains. aged up characters but only by a few years. timeline and some parts of the plot of the movie may be ignored. sometimes out of character.

note. hello! welcome to my first avatar ff :)! this was supposed to be a one shot, but as i wrote it, i’ve decided one part isn’t enough. sorry if any parts of the story seem weird. i still have a lot to learn about the na’vi. do they even bathe? idk. english is not my first language so please feel free to correct me if i get anything wrong! also, this may be the first avatar ff i’ve ever written and published but it might not be the last so stay tuned!

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he tossed and turned, unable to sleep. a low grunt left his lips as he sat up in frustration. he looked around and his family was in deep slumber, perhaps due to exhaustion from all of the water training they’ve done all day. he wished he could be the same, then at least he’d silence the sadness he felt from leaving his home.

neteyam didn’t want to voice it out too much. he knew it was harder for his parents, especially for his mother whose whole life was the forest. he refused to burden the family with his emotions, so he suppressed them, like the responsible eldest son he always was.

he sighed, making his way out of their family pod. he didn’t know where he was going at this time of the night, but he just allowed his feet to keep going. wherever he’d end up, he’d just make sure to find his way back again before the sun rises. because tomorrow was another day to learn the ways of the metkayina, to be one of them.

neteyam uttered not a single word, and nothing but the sound of waves surrounded him. the breeze accompanied him as he walked, his hair flowing with the wind that the beads braided with them collided every now and then. he found the air relaxing, that every time he inhaled he felt like his lungs were being cleansed from how fresh it was.

awa’atlu was indeed a very beautiful place, but neteyam adored his clan’s forest more.

neteyam found himself by the edge of the shore. beside him stood the palm trees that formed the forest he has yet to explore. thinking he had gone too far away from the village, neteyam was about to turn and walk back, until he heard low humming come from his left, the parallel of the village’s front.

curious, he carefully approached and followed the sound. the humming got louder as he got closer. and soon, a figure came into view in front of him. it was a silhouette of a metkayina na’vi, waist deep within the water, staring into the vast ocean in front of her.

neteyam hadn’t felt his eyes gape at the sight of her. she was undressed, nothing but her long hair covering parts no one but only her future mate should see. her skin was wet and the freckles all around her body made her glow. this kind of scene should not be new to him, after all, he too had freckles that glowed in the dark. but for some reason, neteyam seemed to be so mesmerized by her that he found it hard to look away. only when her whispers of singing reached his ears once more did he realize that he was staring at this naked na’vi woman. he immediately turned away and hid behind a palm tree.

neteyam’s cheek burned from embarrassment. just what was he doing? but actually, what was she doing? at this time of the night while the rest of the clan was asleep, she was here apparently bathing at the opposite side of the village’s island. for someone who spends so much time in the water, this metkayina woman had the thought of washing herself in the middle of the night - neteyam found it a bit odd.

however, he stood still from his spot. he didn’t want to walk away, he was curious as to what she might be up to. this wasn’t weird, right? it’s not like he was watching her. he was simply… waiting.

a couple of minutes passed but nothing else happened. she continued doing whatever it was she was doing by the water, creating small splashing sounds here and there while humming another song different from the previous one. this whole time, neteyam was leaning on the tree, staring at the sand and doing nothing. but he had to admit, instead of being bored out of his mind, he enjoyed his time listening to her voice.

soon enough another gentle splash came from behind him, it sounded different from the ones before, indicating that she might be leaving the water. neteyam felt a sudden wave of nervousness, worried she might find him. so without looking back, he quickly ran to the direction of the village, moving carefully to not alert her of his presence.

it had been long since then. hours had passed and the sun had risen. neteyam and his siblings were once again under the care of the olo’eyktan’s children to learn about metkayina customs. today, they were polishing their riding skills with ilus.

tsireya and her brother were watching the sullys from near the shore, both mounted on their ilu companions. ao’nung spent most of the time snickering as he watched lo’ak fail over and over, and tsireya would smack him to make him stop. she flashes a gentle smile to lo’ak when he peeks to look in her direction, and he nods at her trying to appear cool before getting thrown off once more for losing focus. she giggled, lo’ak appeared very cute to her.

tsireya shifted her eyes to the others. kiri and tuk, who were accompanied by ao’nung’s friend, rotxo, seemed to be doing better than their brother. tsireya noticed how kiri appeared to be a natural at everything they have taught them so far, and she thinks it may be because of the special kind of connection kiri had with nature. but tsireya didn’t comment on it any further, she had only met them yesterday.

meanwhile, neteyam was alone on the far right of the group. tsireya noted how neteyam was quick to adapt and learn, and that it wasn’t difficult to teach him. compared to his brother, neteyam took things slow at first and it made him grasp the idea of riding the ilus easily.

tsireya hadn’t missed how distracted neteyam looked today. he was paused above the water, staring at it in deep thought as he held his ilu in place. tsireya wondered if something was wrong, so she motioned her ilu to swim to neteyam’s direction.

“hey, neteyam.” she said to catch his attention.

the said man lightly jolted before turning to her. “oh, tsireya, hey.”

her brows furrowed in worry. “is everything alright, neteyam? it seems like you are unable to concentrate today.”

neteyam’s cheeks flushed. “i am okay, tsireya. there is no need to worry.”

she hummed, still not convinced. “well, alright. but if there is anything we can help you with, let us know.” she turned to swim away. but before she could get farther, neteyam called her.

“actually, tsireya, there is something that’s been on my mind for hours now.” he started. “but you must not let anyone know.”

curious, tsireya went closer to him. “what is it?”

he let out a deep breath before shooting her eyes a serious look. “last night as i was taking a walk by the shore, i came across a woman who was alone at the opposite side of the village.”

tsireya pulled away in shock and interest. “metkayina? what was she doing?”

neteyam nodded then gestured for her to lean closer again. he whispered, “she was bathing, i think.”

“bathing? that is strange.” she tilted her head in confusion. “did you approach her?”

neteyam shook his head. “no. i could not bring myself to interrupt her. she was undressed after all. how would she react if a man came to her while in such a state?”

tsireya nodded in thought, agreeing to what he said. “you are right. did you see what she looked like?”

neteyam sighed. “no, but i listened to her sing.” he spoke. “she has one of the most beautiful voices i have ever heard. her tone almost made me fall asleep from how relaxed i was, you see. and her skin,” he sighed once again, “tsireya, i had only caught a glimpse of it because i had to turn away. but i could not forget how divine she looked around the glow of the bioluminescence surrounding her.”

tsireya couldn’t hide the smirk that was growing from her lips as she listened to him talk. when she didn’t respond, neteyam turned away in embarrassment when he realized what he was saying. tsireya covered her lips and giggled. “so, you have developed a crush on this woman you saw last night. is that it, neteyam?”

“be quiet, tsireya! the others might hear you.” he scouted the surroundings and saw that everyone else was still busy with their training. “but… i don’t know for sure. i told you because i don’t know what she looks like, and i am hoping that you might know who she is.”

tsireya shook her head. “i am sorry, neteyam. i do not know who you are talking about.”

a slight frown becomes visible on his face. neteyam’s shoulders dropped in defeat. “oh. that’s okay.”

“but hey, do not worry.” she placed a hand on his arm as a gesture to comfort him. “i will help you look for her. there is not anyone in this village i am not familiar with. perhaps with more details, we can figure out who she is.”

neteyam gives her a small smile. “thank you, tsireya.”

she smiles back.

loud laughter from everyone else in the group interrupted their conversation - lo’ak had fallen off his ilu once again because ao’nung had taunted him. tsireya and neteyam exchanged looks before heading to the commotion.

tsireya enjoyed spending time with the sullys. she thought they were a very fun bunch. when they arrived, her days became something she started to look more forward to.

because she believed this arrangement would be permanent from now on, she thought it would be important for an acquaintance of hers to be introduced to the sullys as well. it would happen eventually anyway since they would become fellow clan members soon.

also, tsireya believed this acquaintance of hers would be a great addition to the sullys’ circle, especially from all the trouble her brother and his friends were bringing them. tsireya was sure that a kind and open-minded na’vi would make her new friends feel more welcome. that, and she needed another capable hand to help teach the sullys better.

“sister, are you here?” tsireya peeked inside the marui of her friend.

you turned your head to her direction, away from the new top you were working on. a smile appears on your face when you see your friend. “tsireya, it is nice to see you.”

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fernandoswarcrimes · 1 year

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𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓶

Summary: The one where Charles finds out Mick and Lance are bestfriends with Monaco’s very own Princess. Word count: 3.7k Requested: no but I hope you enjoy <3 Warnings: google translate German, otherwise this is nothing but soft wholesome fluff Note: this has been sitting in my pea brain for a WHILE now so please enjoy what I think it’d be like to see Charles with a princess 🫶🏻

Taglist: @totostables @yourmom-lmao @weirdestmentalityphilosopher @dessxoxsworld @aracee

If it was one thing Charles dreaded every season it was the Monaco race.

The one race that always evaded him and seemingly had it out for him like some sort of curse. But atleast he could sleep in his own bed for the weekend that was the only plus.

Some of the drivers decided to get together and have dinner Friday night since most of them lived in Monaco anyways. There were a few who opted out, mostly the older drivers who wanted to rest from the flight in.

But what piqued Charles' curiosity was once the group had got to the restaurant, Esteban explained that Mick and Lance declined the offer to come out with them, claiming that they both seemingly already had plans. It was unlike the two to not go where Esteban went, usually you never saw the trio far apart.

“I’m sure it’s nothing, they’ve been talking about Monaco for a few weeks now so there’s no telling what the two are up to, they said they’d see us tomorrow.” Esteban shrugged as he sat down next to Daniel.

“Maybe they’re at Jimmy’z?” Lando questioned, causing Max to snort. “Mick? Partying?? Yeah I’m sure that’s what he’s doing. Lance on the other hand that’s more believable but not Mick.” The Dutch boy said shaking his head, he had grown up around the German boy and even now he was still shy and kept to himself.

“Maybe they just don’t wanna hangout with us, have you ever thought of that?” Pierre asked, causing Yuki to shove him “be nice, mick is nice guy, maybe he is just busy.” The shortest driver hadn’t spent much time around the German boy but he knew how nice he was just because everyone spoke highly of him.

“Gracelinde please! We’re not supposed to leave the palace!” Mick whisper shouted as he chased after the smaller girl. Lance could only laugh as he followed after the two. “Oh come on Mick, have a little fun there’s no harm in a little exploration stop being a goody two shoes.” He said, patting him on the shoulder before catching up to the blonde, wrapping his arms around her waist as he hoisted her up, swinging her around in circles in the middle of the dead silent street.

Mick sighed as he heard Gracie’s laugh echoing through the night as Lance swung her around. He knew she wasn’t supposed to leave the palace, at least not without supervision of her bodyguards Dimitri and Alexei since it was a security hazard but she had somehow convinced him and Lance to sneak out with her.

Scratch that she convinced Lance to follow her which meant he had no choice but to go with them to make sure the two didn’t get arrested or kidnapped. Which he wouldn’t doubt the two would somehow get themselves into if they weren't being supervised.

Sebastian would be so disappointed if he saw what he was doing right now, he was sure of it.

Mick couldn’t help but be a stickler for rules, he just never felt the need to break them. He wasn’t his dad. Which is why it was stressing him out that the older girl convinced the dark haired boy to sneak out like a they were still fourteen, he was sure if they got caught they’d be in so much fucking trouble.

“Come on guys really let’s just go back already, Grace if your parents find out they’d have our heads that you didn’t take Dimitri and Alexei with you.” He tried reasoning with the bubbly blonde who just looked up at him with a pout once Lance had finally put her back on her feet. “But what if we got ice cream instead? We’re already almost to the main strip” she asked hopefully. “Yeah come on Mick ice cream??” Lance added on mirroring the hopeful look the older girl wore hoping that he’d agree with the Gracie’s idea to get the sweet treat before going back.

Mick just put his hands on his hips as he gave them a disapproving look. Lance wanted to make a comment about it but Gracie had beat him to it.

“You look just like your dad when you make that face.” The smaller blonde blurted out honestly as she pointed a finger at the look he had on his face. Which caused Lance to cover his mouth to keep the laughter at bay. The German boy dropped his hands from his hips as he threw his head back with an exasperated groan. “Gracie!” “What! I’m being honest, you do!” She said, throwing her hands up in a “what” motion.

Mick just sighed knowing she meant well. “If we get ice cream do you promise we will go straight back home?” The blonde boy questioned as he looked down at her, he was trying to think of what Sebastian would do in this situation, he probably wouldn’t have let any of them get as far as they did that’s for sure, but they were already near the ice cream shop so it wouldn’t hurt to just get it anyways before going back, it’d probably make the two listen to him better. “Yes! Swear it!” Gracie shouted, clasping her hands together excitedly.

“Fine, we can get ice cream then, but we’re going straight back to the palace afterwards-” Mick said leaving no room for argument but the blonde girl and Lance had already taken off towards the main road causing him to sigh and follow after them, he could already tell it was going to be a long night.

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Gracie was never good at time management. It was something her mother always complained about but it wasn’t the blonde's fault she easily got distracted, she just couldn’t help it. Her grandad always compared her to a bunny rabbit, brain always getting sidetracked by little things never staying on track.

Which is exactly how she ended up stopping at the bakery down the street to get some croissants instead of being on time to meet Lance at the Aston Martin garage like she promised.

After glancing at the clock in the shop, she quickly paid and was soon rushing through the streets, Dimitri and Alexei hot on her heels as they tried their best to keep up and not lose sight of the smaller girl through the crowd of people lining up to watch the race that was due to start in the next forty five minutes.

The blonde princess felt her phone ring causing her to frantically dig in her purse, nearly dropping the ringing device once she pulled it out to answer it. But before she could get a word out the Canadian boy was already speaking through the phone to her.

“Twinkle Toes you said you would be here and you’re not, because I don’t see a five foot blonde ballerina princess standing in the Aston Martin garage right now. Sebastian thinks I was fibbing when I told him I had a friend coming today Gracelinde. You’re making me look so uncool right now.” Lance spoke quickly and quietly through the phone as he paced around the garage, the older German driver found it amusing how worked up the kid was getting over this.

“Lancelot relax, I’m walking into the paddock now. I got a little distracted on my way here. There were these croissants at the bakery down the street and I had to have one you know me. I got you one as well because I’m so nice-“ Gracie said before getting cut off as she ran straight into someone, her phone clattering to the ground as she caught her balance.

Both her and the mystery stranger had the same idea of bending down to pick up the phone because not two seconds later their heads were knocking against each other causing the blonde girl to let out a string of giggles as she took her phone from the stranger's outstretched hand. “I’m so sorry!”

“No no I’m sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going and I should’ve been-“ Charles blurted out before looking at who he bumped into, his words trailing off as he locked eyes with the blue eyed girl he felt his heart catch in his throat as he realized just who she was, it was hard not to know, she was Monaco’s own crown jewel.

Holy shit he just nearly knocked over the fucking princess of Monaco-

“I’m uh- I’m Charles.” He stuttered out holding his hand out which caused the blonde to giggle again as she gently shook his hand. “I know. You drive for Ferrari, they call you il predestinato don’t they?” She questioned, her head tilting to the side as she looked up at him with a smile. Her French accent made the Italian nickname sound even sweeter which nearly made him melt on the spot had it not been for Mick calling out to her as he jogged over.

“Grace! Komm schon, Lance bekommt gleich einen Anfall, du weißt, wie es ihm geht, und Seb will dich kennenlernen.” Come on, Lance is about to have a fit, you know how he is, and Seb wants to meet you. The blonde boy spoke, putting an arm around her shoulder as he started leading her away from Charles after giving him a quick hello and a goodbye, she threw the fellow Monègasque a smile and a wave over her shoulder before focusing back on what Mick was rambling about as the two quickly walked off towards the Aston Martin garage to meet the two drivers.

Charles just watched the two leave, being left with even more questions now than before. He didn’t notice the Aston Martin Guest badge hanging around her neck, nor did he know that Mick and Lance knew the country’s princess let alone were friends with her, or that she knew German. Everything was just shocking him this weekend.

Carlos had seen his teammate standing in the middle of the paddock with a weird look on his face and wondered what was wrong with him, so he decided to go see for himself. “Ay! Cabrón you alright?” He questioned laying a hand on the younger boy's shoulder making him yelp out of fright from suddenly being knocked from his racing thoughts.

“Merde! Carlos don’t scare me like that.” Charles said, pushing the Spanish man’s hand off his shoulder as he hugged his arms close to his chest taking one last glance in the direction where Mick and Gracie had walked off to before looking at Carlos. “I’m fine mate, just a bit jumpy for the race is all.” He lied, he couldn’t tell him it was because he nearly trampled the princess of Monaco. Carlos would never let him live it down and he knew if he told Carlos, that’d just mean Lando would know and then everyone else would too because Lando and Daniel couldn’t keep secrets to save their lives.

“I need to go see Pierre, I will see you before the race mate.” The bright eyed boy said before quickly walking off towards the AlphaTauri garage in search of his best friend, surely Pierre would have advice on his sudden dilemma right?

What could possibly go wrong?

“Pierre! I need your help!” Charles called out once he spotted the Frenchman sitting outside the AlphaTauri motorhome with Yuki talking about god knows what, he didn’t have the time to be curious and ask.

“What did you do now Charles? Scare a girl and embarrass yourself?” Pierre questioned looking up at his best friend through his sunglasses who just stood there frozen causing the light haired boy to raise his eyebrows in question when the Ferrari driver didn’t deny that statement. What had Charles done now, he thought.

“Nevermind- I don’t want to speak to you anymore. I’m going to find Max, he won't make fun of me.” Charles said, turning on his heel with a pout and walked off over to the Red Bull garage. “Charles what the- did you really scare a girl!? I was being sarcastic!” Pierre called out, throwing his hands up in confusion, causing Yuki to look between the two with a questioning look not really understanding what was happening.

Charles quickly made sure to send the Dutch boy a text explaining he was coming by to talk to him.

Max was already standing outside waiting for him after getting the text, because he’d always help Charles when he needed it. “Is everything okay mate? You look a little pale.” Max questioned looking Charles over, he knew the Monaco race always stressed his emotional support rival out but this didn’t look like it was that. This looked like something more serious.

“Inearlytrampledtheprincessofmonacoafewminutesago-“ Charles blurted out, frantically as he ran his hands through his hair, the reality finally setting in for him of what a disaster it could’ve been while the Dutch boy just stood there dumbfounded not catching a single word of what Charles just said.

“Listen, I know you speak three languages but that was not any of them, try again, slower this time so I can actually help you with your problem.” Max said, placing his hands on his hips waiting for him to repeat what he just said, this time more clear.

Charles took a deep breath before explaining, “I was on my way to find Carlos and I wasn’t watching where I was going and I bumped into this girl-“ Max nodded following along failing to see the problem, Charles could charm any girl he pleased even if he was a little bit dumb, that was part of his ever growing charm. “-and when I handed her phone back to her because I completely knocked it out of her hand, I looked at her and I realized it was Gracelinde Grimaldi the fucking princess of this country mate! I nearly knocked her to the ground and I couldn't stop stuttering, I introduced myself and she said she knew who I was which just made me panic even more.”

Max gave Charles a deadpan look as he listened to him ramble, because only he could manage to be that unfortunate, of all the people he could’ve nearly knocked over of course it had to be the literal Princess of Monaco. “You do realize who you are right mate? Ofcourse she knows who you are, everyone in fucking Monaco does. Did you atleast apologize to her?” He questioned which made Charles let out a noise of offense “of course I did mate! Who do you take me for?” He questioned before pausing “don’t answer that I am already embarrassed enough, I went to Pierre and he just bullied me before I could even explain what happened.”

Max stayed silent for a few seconds, taking in all the information Charles had thrown at him. “Well, did you atleast have a conversation with her?” He asked, crossing his arms as he tried to see how Charles could redeem himself after this. If the girl wasn’t mad then there wasn’t anything to be freaking out about all he had to do was give her a charming smile and move on with his day he didn’t get why he was freaking out so bad.

“I- no. Mick showed up and pulled her away to go see Lance and Seb, I think? He was speaking in German and that’s all I understood.” The Monègasque boy said, throwing his hands up trying to get his friend to see the bigger picture of this delima.

“Wait Mick and Lance- you think that’s where they were Friday night?” Max questioned after Charles pointed out that Mick and Lance seemingly knew the girl, and both were absent from dinner; everything was starting to make sense to him now.

“I mean I guess? It’d make sense. I just don’t get how they’d know her, they don’t live in Monaco?” Charles questioned, causing Max to shrug. “So what’s your game plan? You’ve got to talk to her again after the race.”

Charles shrugged, scuffing his shoe against the ground. “I think I embarrassed myself enough for today mate, you know? I don’t want to make it worse by trying to talk to her and getting too nervous to speak again!”

Max wanted to strangle Charles.

Mick also wanted to strangle Gracie.

She had not stopped talking about Charles ever since he pulled her away to go meet Lance and Seb. He didn’t know she’d be so fascinated by the fellow Monaco native, If he had he probably would’ve introduced the two sooner but he figured she had already met the Ferrari driver before remebering how Charles got invited to the palace a few years ago.

“He seems like a really nice guy Micky!” Gracie said, looking up at the taller boy. “He is Grace, you can talk to him after the race if you like, but we promised your parents you’d be at the Aston Martin garage with Lawrence before the race started so that’s where we have to be.”

The blonde just nodded with a small sigh knowing he was right as they walked inside, Lance letting out a shout of relief at seeing the two. “Where have you been??” He asked, pulling the smaller blonde into a tight hug. “I told you! I got distracted at the shop and then I ran into someone and dropped my phone-“

“It was Charles, Charles ran into her.” Mick filled him in which Lance just looked at her like everything suddenly made sense now, of course Charles would be the one who accidentally ran into her and vice versa, the two were so oblivious sometimes.

“Oh! Your croissant!” Gracie said, pulling the paper bag out of her bag and handing it to him with a wide smile as she excitedly told him. ”It's a chocolate one, you said those were your favorite!”

Lance smiled, shaking his head as he took the bag from her outstretched hand. “Thank you G, I’ll eat this after the race.” He said handing it to his trainer to hold onto since he could really eat anything else before getting in the car.

“Okay, Dad brought you a new book to read if you get bored cause it’s gonna be about two hours but after the race I think some of us are going out to eat if you wanna tag along, if not I’m sure Mick will hangout with you at home.” Lance said, guiding her over to where his dad was sitting towards the back of the garage.

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Charles managed to miss the podium by mere seconds, but he supposed P4 was better than nothing. It just sucked that he wasn’t able to win his home race yet again. After gathering his things he started making his way out to the back lot. Max and a few others wanted to go out for drinks to celebrate a good race and weren't going to let him out of going despite him saying he just wanted to relax at home.

He thought back to what the Dutch boy said about trying to talk to the blonde girl again but he figured she had left already, seeing as alot of the drivers had.

Though to his surprise he saw her standing in the middle of the walkway with a confused look on her face as she looked around it seemed like she was lost. He weighed his options, chance facing more embarrassment or just go on ahead to his car?

He chose to chance it and walked over to her.

When he was a few steps away he saw the look of relief that flashed across her face when she noticed him. “Charles! Finally a familiar face, I’m kind of lost.” The blonde admitted as she looked around “Lance told me to meet him at the back lot but I’m not sure where that is, Mick isn’t answering his phone, and I was too scared to ask Sebastian when he was leaving.”

Charles noticed the two older men standing a few feet behind her glancing at them for a second, he assumed tbose where her body guards before giving her a soft smile finding it adorable that she was scared to ask Sebastian of all people for directions knowing the German man would’ve more than likely walked her there himself just because he was that nice.

“I can show you where the backlot is I’m headed there myself, I know how confusing it can be around here sometimes especially after a race when everybody’s busy trying to pack everything up.” He offered, he didn’t mind showing her, it would give him more time to talk with her which is what he was hoping for.

“Really? You’d do that? You’re such a gem Charles.” Gracie said with a bright smile as he offered her his arm to take which just made her shake her head amusedly but looped her arm through his anyways. “Congratulations on P4, it was a good race. You did really well.” She complimented which caused his face to flush as the two made the walk to the back lot.

Charles' mood about missing the podium was lifted at hearing her say he did really well, coming from her was better than any position he could’ve placed. “Thank you, that means a lot.” He said softly as he looked down at her watching as her eyes roamed around at all the different team hospitality buildings.

“Do you come to races often?” He couldn’t help but ask, wanting to know more about her. The boy hadn’t seen her around the Monaco paddock years prior let alone any of the others but then again he doesn’t pay very much attention to his surroundings sometimes, hence the mishap of nearly knocking her to the ground earlier.

“This is actually my first time attending a race,” Gracie said with a small smile. “I watch them when I can from my phone though. It’s such an exciting sport” she gushed as she talked about how exciting it was to actually be able to be there today to see the race in person. He understood her excitement. He had been invited to the palace in 2019 but she was out for a charity event that day so he didn’t get to see her at the time but fate clearly works in mysterious ways by making them bump into each other three years later, in Monaco, at the Grand Prix.

As the two made small talk getting closer to the gate she could see Lance and his Dad talking and knew this would probably be her only chance to see him again. “Are you free this week by chance? I’d like to get to know you better when things aren’t as hectic.” The ocean eyed girl asked, looking up at him, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Charles felt dumbfounded, she wanted to see him again??? Even after nearly trampling her? This weekend had to be a fucking dream and he was fully prepared for the rude awakening that was gonna happen any second, but it never came. “I am, I am free, yes.” He stumbled over his words and nodded quickly with a bashful grin once he managed to get the right words out to answer her question.

“Gracie! Let’s go, I'm hungry!” Lance called out noticing her walking through the gate with the Ferrari driver. She ignored the boy as she came to a stop, turning to look at Charles happy that he was indeed free.

“Great! Say Tuesday? We can meet at La Pampa around one?” Gracie asked with a bright smile to which Charles nodded in agreement. “Tuesday yeah yeah, that works for me. I’ll be sure to be there, consider my whole schedule cleared.” He said giving her a smile, it was hard not to smile at her when she was looking at him with such a genuine smile. It made him feel seen, as just himself, and not Charles Leclerc, formula one driver for Ferrari.

“À bientôt!” See you soon! She said leaning up on her tiptoes, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before skipping off towards Lance and Lawrence, the brown eyed boy giving her a light shove into the backseat before getting in after her closing the door as his dad started the car. Dimitri and Alexei getting into the car next to theirs.

Charles couldn’t believe his luck, because for him the luck of the draw only draws the unlucky and usually that meant he became the butt of the joke due to Ferrari's strategies. But this? This felt different. He would just have to see how far his luck would go before it inevitably ran out.

He just hoped this time

just this once

that luck would be on his side.

#I just love them so much I want to wrap them in bubble wrap #it’s going to get so much softer from here on out #y’all aren’t ready #imagine #formula 1 #charles leclerc #princess protection program #charles leclerc imagine #formula one imagine #f1 imagine #skylightlanterndivider

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Little Remedy - Girl!Noah x Layla (OFC)

Pairing: Girl!Noah x OFC Warning: Swearing, Oral Sex (f receiving), Fingering (f recieving) Word Count: 4.4k Note: This is a gender bent AU. Read at your own discretion. Thank you @deathblacksmoke for the thought and listening to my rambles about two pretty girlfriends <3

She’s got the prettiest girl, Layla thinks. The sheer blouse shows off the intricate lines of ink that cover most of her body. The high-waisted trousers accentuate her beautiful long form even more. For once, Noah listened to her when she made a suggestion for her to wear. And she looks gorgeous — she always does, but something about this get up makes Layla feel especially warm inside. Maybe it’s because she knows what’s hiding under the thin fabric, maybe it’s because they’d basically been on top of each other all day before they got ready.

It’s a good occasion, though. An end of year party hosted by the band's label to celebrate the achievements of the last year. And of course, her girl brought home the biggest share of sales this year. As if she’d expected less from her. She knows what her baby is capable of.

And as much as she wanted to keep her to herself today, seeing her all dressed up like this is worth it. The combination of the sheer blouse and the tailored pants makes Noah look even taller than she normally does.

Layla herself feels a little as if she’s been put on a serving platter for all the straight men in the room to devour. She understands that this night is mostly for Noah and the boys to network, but she wants nothing more than to drag her back home and into their bed.

She watches Noah from across the room, where she’s tied up in a conversation with both Nicks, something about the band she assumes - it usually is.

Those long, slender fingers curl around a glass of something. Even from this distance, she can make out the counterpart of the bracelet she wears. Hers has a little N dangling from it, while Noah’s has an L. Layla had bought them for their first anniversary and Noah had been wearing hers since that day almost a year ago.

The last of them, Jolly, comes up behind Layla. She’s grown comfortable around them in the two years since she’s met Noah, and she doesn’t mind when he throws an arm around her shoulder.

“I still can’t believe that you managed to tie her down.” He shakes his head.

There’s a snarky comment about her skill to be made that Layla elegantly bites down on.

“I’m just that lovable.” She says instead, and Jolly gives her a wholehearted laugh in return.

He pulls her in a little closer, “That you are. You’re good for her.”

She wants to protest, but Noah has been very honest with her. She knows how much she had struggled when they met, how difficult things had been, and Noah is adamant that it took them meeting for her to find the strength to make it out of that.

“Take the compliment for once. She was a mess before you met.”

Jolly lets go of her just as Noah finds her eyes. She smiles, and it makes Layla feel a little funny inside. She’s absolutely devastating when she wants to be, and sometimes Layla isn’t sure that her love is aware of it. She thinks it’s especially bad when her hair is pulled back like this, and just a few strands fall into her face. The fact that she’s one wrong move away from putting her pretty tits on display for everyone doesn’t exactly help.

But while her girl likes to tease and taunt, Layla knows that she’s the only one that gets to see her all bare.

She’s playing coy tonight, Layla thinks. They’re still surrounded by way too many people, so in a way she gets it. But she’s been hit on by one too many band dudes for her taste, and Layla decides that now is the right moment to end the evening.

They’ve been here for far too long anyway.

She pushes her way through the crowd until she gets to wriggle between Ruffilo and Noah.

“I’m gonna have to steal this one.” She says, sneaking an arm around Noah’s middle, “You’ve had enough of her for the night.”

Layla feels her squirm just a little bit when her finger pulse against the flimsy fabric.

“And we still have unfinished business from earlier.” She adds just to torture Noah a little more.

Opposite her, Folio turns beet red and quickly excuses himself under the guise of wanting to get another drink. Layla thinks it’s adorable. He’s so easy to fluster.

Nick stays for a moment longer, and Layla uses the opportunity to let that promise of more dangle in front of Noah for just a moment longer. The topic is so horribly mundane that she can practically feel her growing more and more restless by the minute.

She feels Noah’s hand wrap around her own, one that is still resting against her waist. Layla laces their fingers together.

“I won’t keep you. It was good to see you, Layla.”

He sends them off with a hug and a kiss to Layla’s cheek. They’re silent for a moment, as they watch Nick disappear into the crowd.

“I hate the dress.” Noah says quietly as she empties the remainder of her drink.

“You didn’t seem to hate it when I put it on.”

Noah detaches her hand from Layla’s and brings it to her waist instead. Layla shifts so that she’s standing right in front of her.

She tries the glass again, only to find it properly empty this time, “I only hate it because you look too good in it. I couldn’t stop looking at you, and it seems like I wasn’t the only one.”

“Are you jealous?” She traces the backs of her fingers against her cheek.

“Am not.”

“I know you, baby.” She places her hand against Noah’s cheek and carefully steers her down towards her lips, “Let’s get out of here. I still have plans for you.”

By the time they’re back home, Noah’s practically attached to her. She tastes like the drink she’d had earlier, something sweet and warm, but Layla doesn’t mind, not when her hands are so desperate to find something.

She manages to detach herself from her long enough to lead her back to the bedroom.

Noah’s just a few paces behind her, fingers still interlaced with hers. Those elegant fingers that feel absolutely divine when she works them into her.

Tonight is about Noah, though. She’ll treat her pretty girl just right. She’s earned the treat.

Noah closes the door behind them, and suddenly they’re tinged in that warm orange light of the way too expensive bedside lamps Layla had insisted upon.

“Come here.” She says softly, and she can almost see the shiver running down Noah’s back.

She follows, hands immediately finding Layla’s waist.

“You’re touchy today.” She notes, “Pretty thing.”

Noah bends to kiss her again, “How could I not be when you look like this?” Her lips trace across the joint of her jaw and neck, lower and lower still, “Everyone was looking at you.”

“You think?”

“I know.” Another kiss to the top of her bare shoulder.

“Gotta show you that I’m all yours then, don’t I?”

Layla tugs her blouse free from the waistband of her trousers, before she slowly works her way down the row of buttons. With every button she undoes, she presses a kiss of her skin. One by one until she had to bend to kiss her tummy.

“I could have sworn that you skipped the bra today.” She says, pushing the soft fabric from her shoulders.

Her fingers trace across the thin straps. It’s nothing fancy, but it suits her, and it does exactly what she needs it to.

“And give everyone a show?” Noah scoffs in reply.

Layla presses a soft kiss to the centre of her sternum, “You’re right. They’re just for me to see, aren’t they?”

She lets out a soft little sound at that. It’s not quite a gasp yet, but Layla knows that she’ll have her there before the night is over.

She moves to undo the button of Noah’s trousers and lets her shimmy out of the garment.

“Help me with the zip?” She asks, turning so that Noah can access it.

A warm hand comes to rest against her shoulder. The dress slowly loosens around her body as Noah tugs the zip down. She eases the fabric down her body, holds out her hand to steady Layla as she steps out of it.

Behind her, Noah draws in a sharp breath.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Layla asks innocently.

“Forgot that you didn’t have anything on under that dress.”

Layla feels her hands drifting down her back and across her waist, until her arms wrap around her middle. Noah pulls her close against her body. Her chin comes to rest on top of her shoulder, “I know you said you have plans…”

“God you’re spoiled.” Layla sighs, “What did you do before we met?”

“I don’t know.” she kisses her neck, “But I have you to take care of me now don’t I?”

Layla shakes her head, “You’re a real menace sometimes.”

“But you love me.” another kiss.

She hums a yes.

“If you’re good, and you lie down for me, I’ll show you just how much.”

Noah detaches herself from her as soon as the words leave her mouth. She sits at the edge of their bed. Layla kneels behind her. She carefully pulls the tie that holds up Noah’s hair and carefully brushes it over her shoulder. With a hand on her cheek, she moves her so that she can kiss her again. Her lips feel soft against Layla’s, she’s soft so everywhere. She can’t wait to get her mouth on her.

She pushes at the soft bra still covering Noah’s chest. They manage to get it off somehow, despite their unwillingness to separate.

Layla has her on her back before long. The cologne Noah wears fills her senses, it's mixed with her own perfume. She kisses along the length of her neck, the soft curve of her shoulder.

She knows where Noah wants her, knows where she has to bring her lips to make her sing. For now, she skirts around those delicate spots.

It’s her favourite game.

She keeps her kisses light and barely there, fully knowing that it’ll drive her mad. And when she draws the tip of her tongue across a pebbled nipple, she sighs so prettily that it makes Layla feel so very warm inside.

“Don’t tease.” Noah whispers.

The protest is half-hearted. They both know that she enjoys this just as much as Layla does.

She brings her hand up to cover the breast she isn’t lavishing with attention already. They’re so very sensitive, and she’s sure that she could bring her over the edge just like this. But she knows what her pretty girl is so desperate for.

Her lips trail across the expanse of her belly; lets her fingers trace along the sides of her body. She whispers praise against her skin. Gentle prayers to some foreign god to let her baby know how deeply rooted her love truly is. When she looks up, she finds Noah’s eyes blown wide, but focused solely on her.

Layla presses a kiss to her hip, before she lifts herself up a little.

“Have I told you how proud I am of you?” She asks and almost feels herself choke on the fondness in her chest.

Her fingers soothe over the place she just kissed. Noah finds her free hand and tangles their fingers together. She pulls their joined hands up towards her lips.

“On occasion.” Noah kisses the backs of her fingers.

“Can’t hurt if I show you too, hm?”

“Would you?” Layla can feel her breath brushing against her fingers, “Please?”

Layla keeps their hands linked as she lowers herself back to her previous spot. She kisses along the waistband of her panties. The fabric is soft, just like Noah’s skin. She eases the garment down and Noah lifts her hips instinctively, allowing her to slide them down her legs. They disappear somewhere between the tousled up sheets, forgotten until they will shake up the sheets in the morning. Layla brings her lips to the soft skin just above her mound. She skirts around her centre and instead trails her kisses along the top of her thigh. Noah squirms a little when her lips brush against a little tender spot just by the inside of her thigh. Faint remnants of previous nights still litter the skin there. Mostly faded bruises left behind by her lips and fingers.

One of Noah’s hands finds its way into her hair, not to tug, but to keep some of the curls away from her face. It’s selfish, though, because all Noah wants is to see her face.

Layla scrapes her teeth against the inside of her thighs, drawing a pretty little whine from Noah. She’s so close to where Noah wants her, and really she has to force herself to stay away from her.

“Baby.” She whines, tugging at her hair just a little.

“You’ll get what you want.” A kiss to the inside of her thigh just below where she wants her, “Let me play with you a little first.”

She pulls her hand away from Noah’s, only to be rewarded with another little whine. She brings her hand to her other thigh and gently pushes until Noah understands, and she can arrange her the way she wants. She’s beautiful like this, hair spread out around her head like some angelic vision of a woman.

Mary Magdalene has nothing on her.

Sometimes Layla wishes that others could see how beautiful she is when her head is stretched back like this, how absolutely addicting the sight of those long, elegant fingers wrung into their sheets is. They don’t get to see her like this, they don’t get to hear how softly she sighs when Layla draws a single finger through her folds.

“You’re so wet already.” she says more to herself than to Noah.

She knows that it’s not enough for her, but Layla is intent on drawing her pleasure out tonight. She draws her finger back down to dip into her for just a second. She takes her time, easing the tip of her finger into her. She whines with every slow drag, impatience lacing every breath she draws into her lungs. Noah’s hips shift, trying to find more friction. Layla stills her movements entirely at that.

“Be good, my love.” She brings a kiss to her hip, “I told you that you’ll get what you want.”

Once she’s still again, Layla resumes her tortuously slow pace. She’s so pliable when they play like this. Her body slowly grows more relaxed, and Layla takes it as a sign to work a second finger into her.

“Feel so good around my fingers.” She muses, “So soft, too.”

Another whine falls from Noah, and she clenches around Layla's fingers. She curls her fingers into her, keeps the pads of her fingers against that spot that makes her cry out in pleasure.

“Come on, baby. Want you to cum on my fingers first.”

She presses her thumb against her clit. Her pace is still so tortuously slow, but she can tell that Noah is getting closer. Her free hand rests against Noah’s waist, gently caressing the soft skin she finds there.

Noah’s hand finds her thigh and grips into her until her nails dig into her skin.

“Layla.”

“I’m here baby. Let go for me. Let me see you.”

“Please.”

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” Noah nods almost frantically at her words, “I know, darling. I know. Do you need a bit more?”

Another nod.

She presses her fingers up against that soft little spot. At the same time, she speeds up the circles her thumb draws against her clit. It doesn’t take much of this to make her come undone. Layla watches as her body grows taut, as it wreaks through her. The barely there noises that fall from her lips are all too enticing. She feels her pulse around her fingers, feels her twitching beneath her thumb, belly rising with every slow breath under her palm.

“You’re so beautiful like this.” She leans down to kiss the top of her cheek, “So gorgeous when you cum for me.”

She works Noah through it until her hand wraps around Layla's wrist. She stops her movements, but holds her hand in place for a moment before she carefully removes her fingers from her.

For a while, all that fills the air around them are Noah’s laboured breaths. Layla watches her, eyes sweeping across that lithe body. The pretty images that line her skin entrance her. Her skin shines with a thin sheen of sweat that makes her look even more otherworldly. She’s divine — Layla thinks. There’s no way that someone this beautiful is bound to the profane limitations of this world.

Layla gives her some more time to recuperate before she leans down to kiss her again.

“How are you feeling?” She asks softly, breath brushing against Noah’s lips.

She feels her hands wrapping around her middle, pulling her closer towards her, “You always make me feel so good.” Noah leans up to press her lips to Layla’s.

“Up for a bit more?”

“I would hope that that wasn’t the end of it.”

Layla feels her smile against her lips. It’s dizzying, even when she can’t see her smile.

“Cocky.” Layla returns the smile, “Let’s see how much you can take.” She lets her hands drift across the sides of Noah’s body, “Scoot up a little?”

Noah does as she’s told and moves herself up so that she’s properly resting against the pillow. Layla, still between her parted thighs, scoots a little further down until she can rest on her belly.

She trails a few kisses up the insides of Noah’s thighs. Delicate little things that make her girl tremble just so. She’s so close to her now that she can already smell the remnants of her honey sweet release.

She’s still so wet. And she squirms so deliciously when Layla draws a finger through the mess between her thighs.

She gives a first tentative lick to her folds, gently draws the tip of her tongue across the soft flesh.

“Oh baby.” She sighs against her.

It’s reverent - filled with worship and admiration for the woman below her. The first taste always makes her head swim a little. She swipes her tongue through Noah's folds. The taste of her floods Layla’s senses. It’s addicting – sweet like lambrusco and just as intoxicating. She wraps her lips around her clit, sucks just enough to draw a gasp from her lips. When she looks up at Noah across the expanse of her body, she finds her already watching her.

Noah finds Layla’s hand against her waist and tangles their fingers together once again. She sighs so softly when Layla laps at the little nub. This is her favourite part. She loves watching Noah unravel below her. It’s a slow, tortuous game, and she’s intent on making it even slower today. She needs to see her fall apart, needs to see her broken down to the barest of bones just so she can reassemble her again with the sweetest praise.

She takes her time with it; allows herself to enjoy the sweet taste that floods into her mouth. If it didn’t mean she would never get to have her like this again, Layla would let herself drown in her. Sometimes she wishes that she could stay here forever.

The world outside of them doesn’t matter. When they’re wrapped up like this, nothing else matters. Noah is so soft and sweet against her tongue. She continues to lap and suck at her; works her until she feels her thighs tremble and shake. It doesn’t take long for her to cum again. It never does when Layla gets her mouth on her.

Layla pulls away, deciding to give her a little break. She diverts her attention back to the soft skin of her thighs. She finds herself lost in the way Noah moans above her when she sucks a pretty bruise into her skin.

And another.

She doesn’t stop until Noah’s skin is littered in her marks. Layla looks up at her again. The sight sends a shiver down her spine. Her head is still tilted back, eyes pressed shut so tightly. The hand that isn’t entangled with her own rest against the softest part of her tummy.

Layla runs her hand across Noah’s thigh until it rests up against her waist. She draws gentle circles over her skin, comforting little things that she knows soothe Noah’s mind.

“How are you feeling?” she asks.

Noah blinks up at her. Her eyes are a little damp already, but Layla knows that she can take a little more.

She nods.

“Words, my love.”

A visible shiver runs through the length of Noah’s body.

“I want more.”

She can’t deny her that. Not when she looks so pretty and desperate for her. Layla drags her thumb against the pretty swollen nub of nerves. She gasps out a breath, hips coming up to find more friction.

Layla brings her mouth back to core, draws the tip of her tongue along the length of her. She doesn’t give Noah too much time this time around and quickly works two fingers back into her.

“Wish you could see yourself.” Layla speaks softly, “That pretty little pussy is all for me, isn’t it?”

Noah’s cheeks somehow become even pinker as she tries to bury herself deeper into the pillow. Layla loves shoving it in her face, loves watching her writhe like that.

“Maybe I should take a picture so you can see for yourself.”

She continues the steady rhythm of her fingers. It’s still slower than what she knows Noah needs. Layla wants to hear her ask for it first, she needs to hear those whimpered pleads before she gives her what she wants.

The insides of Noah’s thighs shine with a mixture of her release and sweat. She’s trembling beneath Layla’s hands. When she works a third finger into her, Noah lets out a whine that shakes her to the core.

“Oh, baby, does that feel good?” Layla taunts, “God, you look so pretty stretched around my fingers. So fucking tight and wet.”

“Layla.” she whines.

“I know, baby. I know. Is it too much?”

Noah shakes her head, “Feels so good.”

“Can you cum like this or do you need more?”

Her chest shakes with every breath, “More, please.”

“Good girl.” Layla presses a kiss to her tummy, “You’ve been so good for me.”

Another kiss to her tummy, lower this time.

Layla trails another string of kisses from her navel down to where Noah really wants her.

The taste of her fills her mouth. It’s so sweet and warm. She works her faster now, fingers mercilessly pressing up against her with every push. Layla decides then that she needs to taste her properly.

Reluctantly, she pulls her fingers from her. Noah lets out a whine at the sudden lack of contact. Layla wraps her arm around Noah’s thigh; shifts her so that she can bury herself in her properly.

She can feel her pulse against the flat of her tongue. Noah won’t last long. She’s trembling, thighs shaking around Layla's body. Above her, Noah whines so deliciously.

She finds her hand again, gripping it so tightly that Layla thinks she’s about to break a bone. But she’s rewarded with the sweetest sounds. Noah’s body tenses, flexes. Layla stays where she is, burrows herself deeper into her.

She can’t help herself, she has to feel more of her, has to feel her tighten around her fingers.

When she briefly removes herself from Noah to work her fingers back into her, she finds her girl a little teary-eyed already. But that doesn’t deter her. Noah knows that all she has to do is say stop if it becomes too much. But Layla also knows that she likes balancing on the edge of too much.

Noah’s not quite there yet, though.

And Layla is determined to push her as far as she can. She keeps her face buried between Noah’s thighs; fingers working her at a harsh pace now. Noah’s thighs clamp down around her, drowning out most of the sounds her girl makes.

It hits her suddenly.

Layla feels her squeeze around her fingers; body tensing and bowing off the mattress. She doesn’t stop, though. She pulls herself away from Noah, but keeps her fingers working her through her orgasm. The moans that fall from Noah’s mouth are breathless. She whines, gasps so prettily when she returns her thumb to her clit. Layla keeps working her until Noah squeezes her hands, making her look up from where her fingers are still thrusting into her.

Her mouth hangs open so sweetly, tear-stained cheeks all pretty and pink, brows are pulled together, chest heaving with every gasp that falls from her.

Layla slows her movements down, carefully pulls her fingers from Noah. She scoots, so that she can cradle Noah’s face in her hands. She bends down to press a kiss to Noah’s cheek.

“All good, pretty girl?”

She’s blissed out, eyes somehow glassy and teary. Layla isn’t sure if her cheeks are glossy with sweat or tears.

Noah nods “So good.”

Another kiss to her cheek, “Think you know how proud I am of you now?”

“I’m gonna need to hear it a few more times, I think.”

Layla pinches her side, “Be glad that I love you.”

“I’m very glad that you love me.” Noah pulls her down for a kiss “I love you too.” she speaks against Layla’s lips.

It doesn’t matter how often she hears it, it always makes her feel warm inside.

“I’m gonna draw us a bath.” she says, still so close to Noah, “Or do you want to stay here for a bit longer?”

“Stay with me for a moment?”

Layla can’t say no when Noah looks at her like that. And so she stays and holds her for a while longer, her hand carding through Noah’s hair until she grows restless. Layla is glad that they’ll have the weekend off, because she really doesn’t want to let Noah out of her sight just yet. If she could, they’d be here forever.

Just the two of them in the comfortable warmth of their bedroom. She’ll have her dream for the weekend, and truth be told she’s glad for every moment they have.

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Astarion x Reader: Contradictions and Other Counter-Measures Ch.2

Summary: Spending some drowsy time by the campfire with Astarion. Word count: 1417

Previous chapter

CHAPTER 2: Introductions

Yours is an odd party.

A githyanki warrior – an outright pleasure to be around if one enjoys the looming threat of decapitation, both physical and verbal.

A shady cleric, who feigns ignorance when asked more about.

A posh high elf, who claims to be a magister from Baldur’s Gate. You met briefly on the night of your grand escape from the city, but don’t really know anything about him – except that he is unfairly beautiful.

And yourself. As far as the others know, you’re just the unluckiest sorcerer alive who happened to be visiting the city during the nautiloid attack.

All four of you are sitting around the campfire, exhausted and wary, weighing between asking or sharing more and how much to trust and say. By some degree of a miracle or insane luck, no one is injured after the day spent exploring the wilds and the campsite spot seems to be relatively safe.

“So,” Astarion begins, because of course it’s him who has to break the weary silence. “Anyone feeling like this will be our last tentacle-less night?”

The already familiar “Tch,” comes from Lae’zel. She is the driving force in your group and usually she is driving her sword through anyone’s chest who happens to stand in your way. The githyanki warrior isn’t one for idle chatting.

Your gaze wanders around the group. It is only fair that they don’t know much about you, just as you know next to nothing about them. Still, you can’t help the feeling that it will take a while to find the cure for your shared tadpole issue and in the meanwhile you’ll be travelling together. It would be for the best to start making friends.

“Would be a shame if it was the last,” you reply to Astarion as neither of the ladies seem to be in the mood for a casual chat.

“Shame? Our orifices should be bleeding and our skin sundering already,” Lae’zel says menacingly. “Although, the night is still young.”

Everyone else shares an uneasy look.

“Come morning, we need to find a way to the nearest Crèche,” Lae’zel continues.

Shadowheart scoffs. “You keep saying that, but how is that our best option?” she asks.

“My people have been fighting the ghaik for aeons. We are hardly the first ones to be infected. There are protocols for this,” Laezel explains, annoyance shining through each carefully chosen word.

“We can decide our next move in the morning,” you suggest before the two continue their ceaseless arguing. They’ve been at it for the better part of the day, ever since you helped Lae’zel escape the goblin trap.

“Fine,” Lae’zel says, “but I trust you will agree this is our only possible course of action.”

Shadowheart rolls her eyes and gets up without saying another word. She is the first to retire for the night.

Lae’zel leaves soon after and you’re left sitting on a log next to the pretty, pale elf. Now that you’re alone, you become very aware of his presence next to you. You shuffle slightly further away.

“They seem to be becoming fast friends,” Astarion remarks.

You snort in a very unladylike manner. “Can’t wait to wake up in the middle of the night to watch them scrap it out.”

Both of the mentioned parties keep their tent flaps closed. The nights so far have been dry but cool, but the campfire is the only source of warmth in the middle of the woods and you’re reluctant to leave its area of effect to rest.

Absent minded, you stare into the dancing flames of the campfire and pull up the old family ring that is kept attached to a necklace. The intricate surface has darkened during the years from the lack of proper care.

“I see you never actually got rid of the ring” Astarion says and you almost drop the said item.

“Oh right, you saw it back then…” you mumble.

It’s been over five years so the details of that night are hazy at best. When thinking of your escape, your first thought is the oppressive feeling of being chased, but right after that there is also the burst of excitement, sourced by the looming freedom.

You would never tell it to Astarion, but you have sometimes wondered what became of the beautiful curly-haired elf from the tavern. And now he is here, very much sharing the largest mess you’ve ever been in your life. The tadpole hums in your head, reminding you of its presence.

“Tell me, which noble family are you from?” Astarion questions, though he doesn’t really seem interested in the answer.

“First name basis not enough for you?” you quip and run your thumb across the family crest on the ring.

“Darling, I’ve seen the headlines and that crest. I am only asking out of courtesy,” he says.

Your mood sinks. Of course you would happen to run into someone who recognises you as a noble. Knowing that Astarion is a magister in the city, it shouldn’t be a surprise that he is familiar with family crests and reads newspapers.

You draw in a long breath and sigh. “So you already know I’m a Caldwell.”

“‘The disappearance of the patriar’s daughter’ – it’s everyone’s favourite mystery,” Astarion recites with a short chuckle and paints the headline into the air in flourish motions.

“I’m sure it is, but please don’t tell the others. I’ll… tell them when the time is right,” you plead in a hushed tone.

Astarion bows slightly. “Your secret is safe with me, my lady.”

He jests, but it still makes you smile. Reasons to smile have been few and far between during the last day.

“Thank you, though I think I like ‘potato sack woman’ better,” you say. It was the first thing that slipped out of the elf’s mouth when he recognised you at the beach.

“I’m sure you do. Why did you leave Baldur’s Gate in the first place?” Astarion asks, more curious towards the answer to this question.

“Who wouldn’t love it here instead of the noisy city?” you retort and drop the ring in its chain back underneath your shirt.

Astarion scoffs. “You traded balls and gold goblets for this? Unbelievable. Yours is one of those stories the Mouth digs up whenever they have nothing else to write about.”

“Hm. How nice of them. Maybe I’ll tell you the real reason later.” You used to hate having secrets, but this one you’ve been carrying for so long that it’s already an instinct to dodge all personal questions.

“Alright. I’ll hold on to that promise,” Astarion says slowly with an inspecting – or maybe it’s suspicious – look.

“What about you? How are you adjusting?” you ask in turn. As a magister he must be used to a more comfortable lifestyle.

Astarion sighs and turns to gaze at the stars. “I admit, resting in the dirt is a little novel.” If you didn’t know better, you could say he sounds almost excited.

“It has a certain charm to it, doesn’t it?” you smile and a yawn forces its way out right after the words.

“Indeed. But you should get some rest,” Astarion says gently, “I’ll keep watch tonight.”

Your brows raise at the thoughtful offer. If anything, you would’ve thought he would be the first one to declare that night watch duties are far beneath him.

“Thank you, Astarion, though I’m not sure if I’ll be able to sleep any time soon,” you reply, feeling pleasantly drowsy and warm thanks to the crackling campfire and numbness from the exhausting day. Maybe you wouldn’t mind spending time talking with someone who shares these recent odd experiences, but it’s getting difficult to think in complete sentences. You should really go to your bedroll.

Astarion seems to be scooting closer to you with an impossibly charming grin on his perfect lips. The perceptive eyes take in your drooping form. In a passing thought you wonder why isn’t he as tired as the rest of your group.

Astarion hums quietly: “Well, if you want to spend time with me, you only need to say so.”

Some amount of clarity and consciousness returns to you with a flush of abashment.

“What? Uhh, I’m off to bed…” you stumble to reply, promptly standing up and your jammed brain is wondering did you hear the elf correctly or are you just half-asleep.

“Whatever you say, my dear. Now off with you,” Astarion says with a little laugh.

You definitely heard him right.

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Okay okay, I know I’ve still got a ton of Danganronpa wips to do but gosh dangit I’ve been on a huge Cookie Run kick recently I just gotta get this one out there! This one I thought of at three am one night for whatever reason—literally woke up in the middle of the night and thought “huh. What if Pure Vanilla Cookie was Yandere?” When I say that, I mean more like a soft yandere bc even if Vanilla tried, he could never be spicy lol 😂 (and ya girl never writes spicy stuff anyway). So uh… enjoy my random 3 am thought I guess?

This will be an x reader story; reader has no specific gender, so guys, gals, and non-binary pals, y’all are welcome!

Btw, this story does technically take place after the events of Odyssey, but it’s a bit different (Pure Vanilla Cookie is still a king, for example. And Custard didn’t try to keep the Soul Jam to himself).

Trigger Warning: This story may contain mentions of kidnapping (tho reader doesn’t know they were kidnapped, if that makes sense) If the subject makes you uncomfortable, I advise you not to read.

Resting In The King’s Arms (Soft Yandere Pure Vanilla Cookie x Reader)

The castle chandeliers softly glimmered in the dark as you patrolled each hallway with your fellow knighted colleagues. The events of Dark Enchantress Cookie’s attack at the Creme Republic plagued your mind as you limped slightly. Ever since that day, your Knight Commander, Custard Cookie had ordered all soldiers to be guarding the Vanilla Castle at all times, even those who had just gotten out of recovery for their injuries during the attack. Some barely had any time to recover at all. That included you.

Out of all the Vanilla soldiers that fought that day, you arguably had the worse injuries. At least, that’s what His Majesty said to your Commander.

“I can’t really guarantee a fast healing process, but if you could just give them some time off to rest, I can—

“Nonsense, Your Majesty! There is no need to trouble yourself over a mere soldier. They’ve fought through worse injuries, they’ll be fine.”

“Ah, b-but Custard—

“Isn’t that right, soldier?”

You shivered as the memory of your Commander talking down to you plagued your mind. Why, you were practically fighting to hold your tears in; tears from your immense pain and fear of making your Commander mad. Gods, how was it ever possible that you became a Vanilla soldier, when you could barely keep yourself together if someone simply just gave you a mean glare.

“Y… yes, Commander… Y-Your Majesty, I will be alright. It’s just a mere scratch in my dough.”

The memory of the sad, worried look the king himself gave you only made you feel guilty for not allowing him to heal you. He could probably tell you were on the verge of tears—you were never very good at hiding your emotions.

You shook the memories away as you and your colleagues parted to patrol different areas of the castle. Something you didn’t want to do, but decided not to argue with them about it. You hated conflict, after all. And even if you were to have a slight disagreement, it would just end with you excusing yourself to the nearest restroom and washing your face to calm your nerves down.

Gods… what a pathetic soldier you were. Why did you even decide to become a soldier? You weren’t cut out for this. The Commander didn’t even choose you to be a part of the Vanilla army in the first place… it was His Majesty. What on Earthbread did he see in you?! You’d pass as one of the local villagers rather than a fearsome soldier. Perhaps His Majesty made a mistake in selecting you—

!!!

There was a noise. It was faint, yet noticeable. You were far enough from your colleagues at this point to be the only one to hear it, however. Gods, the idea of facing a possible intruder alone was terrifying to you. But… you had to. For His Majesty…

It came from the king’s flower garden. Luckily (or unluckily, depending on how you looked at it), you happened to be close enough to stop the intruder from doing… whatever it was they were doing.

With a shaky breath, you dashed into the garden, drawing your spear.

“HALT, INTRUDER! LEAVE HIS MAJESTY’S GARDEN IMMEDIATELY OR FACE THE CONSEQUENCES!”

You exhaled as you looked around the garden. The beautiful lilies and orchids were still in one place, fragrant as ever. But… no sign of an intruder…

Odd… maybe you were just hearing things?

Of course you were… you were always too paranoid for your own good—

…

At first, you didn’t hear any other strange noises. Not even a pin dropping. But… after a few seconds… you couldn’t help but feel like you were hearing… singing?

A lullaby. Someone was singing a lullaby.

At least… that’s what it sounded like.

The voice was soft, and quiet. Almost comforting, even. Hell, you would probably feel more at ease if it wasn’t so dark…

You held your spear close as you carefully moved around the garden, hoping to figure out who the voice was, and why they were in the garden at this hour. You were doubtful it was a mere intruder now… they wouldn’t be giving away their position like this if that was the case.

So… why did you hear singing? Maybe it was just your mind playing tricks on you?

All your thoughts began to slowly fade as you now felt… oddly more relaxed. Maybe it was the scent of the flowers? You did sense a nice, sweet aroma around you…

But… we’re flowers meant to have this strong of a scent? If it was a subtle sweetness, you wouldn’t even question it.

But this sweet smell seemed to be growing stronger with every step you took. It was almost… overpowering your senses…

…

Something was wrong…

You couldn’t tell what was wrong in the situation you were in… but something in your mind told you that you needed to get back to your comrades. As quickly as possible.

Groggily, you whipped your head around and began speed walking back to the doors you entered moments before. You would’ve ran had you felt more awake and alert, but the sweet scent was just too strong. And the lullaby you thought you were hearing seemed to be making you feel more tired. More… heavy?

“What on… Earthbread…?”

That was all you managed to utter before your vision grew hazy. Was this… some kind of sorcery? Who was doing this?!

Your mind immediately went to Dark Enchantress Cookie’s most loyal servant, Pomegranate Cookie. But… you shook that thought away quickly. After all… this voice almost sounded a bit more on the masculine side. And it was much too warm and gentle to match the cold hearted sorceress anyway.

So… who? Who could be… doing this?

You were just mere inches away from the door, before your body finally succumbed to the overpowering scent and collapsed to the ground with a loud thud. You could’ve sworn you heard the lullaby come to an abrupt end, followed by a concerned gasp and quick footsteps.

Before you could even catch a glimpse of the Cookie who may or may not have sedated you with their magic, your vision faded to black as you slipped into unconsciousness.

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“…”

“…nghh?”

You felt your vision slowly coming back to you as you awakened from… your slumber? Odd… you didn’t remember returning to your room for the night…

Wait… no… that can’t be right…

This bed… the mattress… it was much too soft to be your own. And the blankets you appeared to be under felt much too silky to be your short cotton covers. Unlike your sheets, these ones nearly covered your entire form, with only your head poking out. Despite that, you felt like your face would bury itself at any moment just to get some of the warmth as well.

Where… exactly we’re you?

Oh… oh gods no…

Had you been captured?!

Dammit! How pathetic were you?! Just allowing yourself to be taken by an enemy force?! Gods! If the Commander were to find you and begrudgingly rescue you, you’d never hear the end of it! Gods… just who could’ve done this—?

Your vision had fully adjusted now as you appeared to be in a room of white and gold, with a few pots of lilies and orchids perched at each windowsill. There was a sense of familiarity with this room…

Then… it hit you…

Somehow… you ended up in His Majesty’s room.

“Oh Witches! How embarrassing!”

You cursed to yourself for supposedly entering the king’s room without his permission and prepared to rise from the bed. But… you couldn’t get up?

Odd… nothing was physically keeping you flat on the bed, other than perhaps the comforting warmth of the blankets… yet even lifting a finger felt… heavy. Almost exhausting, even.

And despite feeling alert, the sense of grogginess never left you as you could barely lift your eyelids any further.

What on Earthbread was this? Why were you in His Majesty’s room? What was going on?

Your trail of thought was interrupted as you could hear the same soft and gentle voice singing a much more jovial melody from a distance, getting closer. You shivered slightly as you tried to picture which Cookie the voice belonged to. It couldn’t be the king himself, would it?

If so, you had quite a bit of explaining to do…

A rattle of keys could be heard, followed by the satisfying click of the door being unlocked, and the gentle turn of a knob.

You braced yourself for embarrassment and humiliation as the door slowly creaked open…

And sure enough… the source of the voice… poking his head through… holding a little tray of what seemed like tea in a pot with a cup to match…

“Oh, thank goodness you’re awake!”

Was none other than King Pure Vanilla Cookie.

Just perfect.

You pathetically glanced up as he rushed to your bedside, gently setting down the tray on the nearby end table in the process. Almost like a mother checking in on a sick child, he gently placed his hand over your forehead. You honestly couldn’t tell if he was merely just checking your temperature, or if he was trying to give you some sort of warm gesture to let you know everything was fine.

“How are you feeling?”

“I-I… Y-Your Majes—!”

Before you could even finish your sentence, your hoarse throat began to sting as a strand of weak coughs escaped your lips. His Majesty let out a concerned gasp as he quickly looked over at the teapot and cup. You watched as he poured the contents of the pot into the little teacup, the sweet scent of vanilla, milk, and honey filling the air.

“H-here. Drink this. It should help soothe your throat.”

Slowly, you accepted the king’s kind gesture and brought the cup to your lips. A comforting warmth had spread to your tongue as the sweet flavor of the contents satisfied your taste buds. This tea… it was probably the best tea you’ve ever had. It almost tasted like something your mother would’ve made… only much more luxurious.

Of course it would be… this was His Majesty, after all…

Taking the precious time out of his night to aid a pathetic soldier.

How horrible of you… to make the king himself come to your aid. And for what? A scratch in your dough? That strange incident in the garden? What a pretentious bastard you were…

“Is that better?”

And here he was. Kindly checking to see if you were okay, like you were a feeble child…

“I—I suppose, Your Majesty…”

Before you knew it, you had finished your tea. Gods… such gluttonous behavior to display in front of royalty. Feeling angered at yourself, you set down your empty teacup and prepared to get up from the bed.

“I appreciate your kind gesture, Your Majesty. But I don’t want you to trouble yourself over m—nngh!!”

A sharp pain spread through your side, interrupting your sentence. Pure Vanilla Cookie’s eyes widened as he gently laid you back down on the bed.

“Oh goodness! P-please don’t strain yourself! You’ll make the pain worse!”

“Ah—b-but Your Majesty… I-I can’t stay in your room! That would be most undignified of me!”

“I truly don’t mind. Honest.”

“B-but—!”

“I brought you here, after all. It… it would be rather rude of me to kick you out without treating your wounds…”

You paused. His Majesty… brought you to his room? But how?

As if he knew exactly what you were thinking, he continued.

“I… I saw you in the garden. It sounded like you were yelling at an intruder, so I got worried and decided to go help you. But… by the time I got there, the intruder was gone. A-and you fainted…”

Ah. That made sense. Somewhat…

There was just.. one thing off about His Majesty’s statement. At least, that’s what you felt… but… what was it?

Oh, who were you kidding? Suspecting the king himself of lying to you? Such a horrid assumption you were making…

You briefly shook away your self questioning thoughts as you returned your gaze to his own, a hint of curiosity and awe glimmering in your eyes.

“You… you came to help me?”

He gave you a sad smile and nodded as he took hold of your hand.

“Of course. You looked like you were in so much pain… how could I not help you?”

There it was. He pitied you. Of course he would…

Before you could start feeling sorry for yourself again, you felt His Majesty gently pull the covers down, only to stop midway to gaze into your eyes.

“Is… is it alright if I take a look at them?”

The look he gave you was of pleading and hopefulness, almost as if he wanted you to give him permission. Gods, must he be this kind to ask? Must he be this kind to a mere soldier, such as yourself?

Hoping he could somewhat ease your pain, you slowly nod, feeling slightly guilty for making him go through all of this trouble just to help you. Returning a warm smile your way, Pure Vanilla Cookie pulled the rest of your covers away.

You then noticed you weren’t wearing your armor…

You didn’t know why that realization slightly unnerved you. How else could His Majesty take a proper look at your injuries? But still… the mere thought of the king himself removing your armor while you were unconscious… it was rather embarrassing…

He noticed how tense you suddenly became and did his best to reassure you.

“Oh… I-I hope you don’t mind… one of my theories as to why you fainted could be that your armor was weighing you down. I-uh… figured you could use a small break from wearing it so much…”

Hearing his gentle tone by itself… that alone was enough to relax you a little. Of course His Majesty was only being considerate to you. There was no need to feel embarrassed then, right?

You allowed yourself to stop thinking for a bit as he lifted up your shirt, allowing him to see the big haphazardly bandaged wound over the left side of your abdomen. His brief look of curiosity turned to that of horror once he removed the bandages to get a better look.

“Oh, you poor thing… how did you even walk with this?”

“Ah, um… I-it’s not that bad, Your Majesty! I—ow! I treated it myself!”

“A-are… are you sure it’s been treated? It doesn’t really look like it’s getting better…”

“Well… I’ll admit I did rush when I put the bandages on…”

“Mm. I’m afraid not every wound can be mended with just bandages alone…”

You felt the sheer embarrassment of your lack of medical knowledge being called out get to you as your face quickly turned red. His Majesty noticed this as he held up his staff, giving you a reassuring look.

“But, it’s no one else’s fault but mine. I… I shouldn’t have let Custard talk me out of letting you soldiers go without making sure you were properly healed…”

You could’ve sworn you saw a scowl creep onto his face as soon as he mentioned your Commander. That look… it didn’t really suit His Majesty at all…

“Of course, I would’ve made sure you all had gotten proper rest had he not started running his mouth about ‘my safety’ or how ‘good soldiers don’t need rest.’ Witchdammit, he just… his behavior sickens me sometimes…”

Stopping himself from getting caught up in his rant, he held his staff over your abdomen as he chanted one of his healing spells. A warm light began to emit from his staff. Eventually, your wound began to glimmer in the same light as you felt the pain slowly fading.

Finally, the spell had come to its conclusion as the open, mostly untreated wound was reduced to a much less painful scar. Hell, it was barely painful at all. You watched in awe as he healed your other injuries, albeit more mild than the first wound. Eventually, his work was done, leaving you utterly amazed.

“Wow! Y-Your Majesty—I-I think you’ve fixed me! Your magic is truly a blessing of the Light!”

His Majesty couldn’t help but let out a little giggle as a bashful tint of red etched over his cheeks, almost like he wasn’t expecting the praise at all.

“Oho, don’t you start flattering me!” He teased. “I simply did what needed to be done is all!”

It was admirable how humble he was to you. How kind. Caring. It was no wonder why he was selected to rule The Vanilla Kingdom all those years ago.

“N-no really! Y-your magic—it’s amazing! I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done for me!”

Gods, you were absolutely over the moon! The king… he healed you! He personally helped you! Granted, you still felt a tad bit of guilt for taking time out of his night—but that was overshadowed by your sheer euphoria. You were just so glad you weren’t in pain anymore.

In the midst of your excitement, you glanced over at a nearby clock on the wall. Your excitement quickly turned into a sense of urgency as you almost effortlessly sprung up from the bed.

“Oh goodness! I had no idea it was this late! My apologies for holding you up, Your Majesty! I shall be taking my leave now! Please, do get some good rest!”

You were just about to hop off the mattress, when the king suddenly took hold of your hand. You hadn’t noticed it before, but his calm look quickly changed to that of stress. He almost seemed… nervous? But… what for?

“A-are you sure you’re ready to go back to your post? I feel like you should still get a bit of rest…”

“Oh, nonsense! I’m as healthy as a tree, thanks to your kindness! I’ll be just fi—…”

Suddenly, you let out a yawn. Were you… this tired the whole time? You could’ve sworn His Majesty’s magic made you feel a bit more energized…

“Ah… t-terribly sorry for yawning… that was quite rude of me to do in your presence. I-I best be going now…”

You managed to take a few steps away from the bed, only for you to suddenly lose your balance. Luckily, His Majesty had caught you just before you could slam into the ground.

“O-oh dear! Are you alright?!”

“I… y-yes… I-I think? I’m… so sorry… I don’t know why I’m so… so…?”

You struggled to even form a coherent sentence as your eyes suddenly caught the Soul Jam over Pure Vanilla Cookie’s chest. It was… glowing? But… he already healed you… he already used his magic… why was it…

“Ah… I really do think it’s best you turn in for the night. You’re in no condition to go back on guard duty.”

“I… g-guess you’re right… I-I’ll return to my chambers—

“Oh heavens, no! I can’t let you walk all the way back to your room! That’s much too far!”

“I-I’ll be alr… be alri…”

Your vision began to grow hazy as you met His Majesty’s gaze. He gave you a warm smile, almost as if he was trying to reassure you. You… had no idea why you felt something was strange about that smile…

“You can rest here, tonight. It’s better for you that way.”

“H-here? But… a-are you sure?!”

“Hehe! Positive.”

Before you knew it, the king had scooped you up and gently laid you back down on the bed. You felt flustered at his considerate nature now. This only made you feel much more guilty. Hell, you felt like you were practically mooching off of him at this point.

“H-heavens, Your Majesty! I-I don’t think I’m even allowed in here in the first place! I-I can’t possibly take your bed! Where would you sleep then?!”

You felt your heart beat faster and your cheeks starting to blush as you witnessed him… laying down right next to you.

“Right here, of course.”

Your face was completely red now as you felt the covers being pulled over the two of you, the warmth and heaviness returning to your senses once more.

“B-but… are you sure this is okay? W-what if someone sees us? W-what would they say if they saw me sleeping next to y—?”

Interrupting your confused rambling, Pure Vanilla Cookie pulled you closer as he gently stroked your hair and softly shushed you.

“You worry too much. Besides… they won’t have to know about tonight. About us… I will make sure of that…”

You couldn’t help but shiver at that last sentence. His words felt so warm and comforting to you just moments before… why did they feel so different now? So… off putting?

“B-but I… Y-Your Majesty—?”

“Shhh… don’t worry about it now. You need your rest, my dear.”

His… dear? Strange… you never remembered His Majesty calling you “dear” before…

“But I’m… just a soldier…”

“…”

“… you’re much more than that to me.”

“B-but I’m not sure if this is professional—…”

Suddenly, you heard it. That lullaby. The same lullaby from before… from the king’s lips. So it was his voice after all… he must’ve been singing it before he saw you in the garden—

“… what the—?!”

The same sweet scent began to linger as the lullaby continued. The same scent that overwhelmed you in the garden…

It… couldn’t be… could it?

“I… can’t stay… I’m not… supposed to…”

He ignored your soft, concerned protests as he pulled you even closer, practically burying your face into his chest. The warmth from his Soul Jam was much stronger than the warmth of the blankets. You struggled to keep your eyes open as His Majesty continued to lovingly stroke your hair, almost as if you were his long time lover.

“I… can’t…”

“…”

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The lullaby finally concluded as Vanilla looked down at your sleeping form. A warm, loving smile crept onto his face.

You were here. You were actually here. Safe in his arms, at last.

Gods, he wanted this to last forever. He really did.

But… knowing that damned Custard, he would always have his judgmental eyes on you. It most likely wouldn’t take him too long to figure things out…

Oh well… he’ll just need to have a nice little chat with him. Perhaps over some tea…

Should it ever come to that…

He will make sure that an extra special cup of tea is prepared for the cold hearted Commander.

The angered thoughts of Custard quickly died down as he looked down at you once more. Gods… you were so adorable when you were sleeping. You always were…

The way you softly breathed against his chest as you were whisked away into dreamland… it made him adore you more.

No… he didn’t just adore you…

He loved you.

He loved you so much.

With a newfound satisfaction, Vanilla had gently kissed you on the forehead and nuzzled even closer to you.

“Goodnight, my little soldier.”

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #pure vanilla cookie #yandere pure vanilla cookie #pure vanilla cookie x reader #yandere pure vanilla cookie x reader #custard cookie

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thesaturn1nez · 6 months

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random mfn headcanons i could think of because im bored and currently in pain for unrelated reasons

[warning, its all over the place]

- Gobblette eats when she’s stressed and upset, either munching on her fingers since they’ve still got some salt in the shakers or resorting to any of the puppets. the lonely sun hats you find lying around all have a story.

- the puppets are so bad with sarcasm. they thought gordon was telling them to go jump off down the big hole in the courtyard because of a metaphor and he barely saved those who decided to.

- before they accidentally exposed themselves to the human world through adult television, the puppets thought the scariest thing in the entire world was the company intro that would play before their movies. they had no clue what CGI was so the first time they were exposed to it, Al and a few handlers had to calm them down and reassure them it was fake. they eventually changed it because, yeah, the talking alphabet letters were a little freaky.

- Ray has a soft spot for little kids (human or puppet) and would never hurt them. the most he’ll ever do to a Junebug is gently push her to the side if she’s getting too irritable. the other puppets can catch these hands.

- the little puppet birds used to inhabit the neighborhood set, but they were all corralled into the aviary after the cancellation. they were never given names and aren’t too keen on flying far away, preferring to just stay around the studio. very harmless, as long as you aren’t anti-homeless architecture or Gordon’s truck he just got cleaned.

- junebug and lilianna bring gordon roadkill and leave it on his desk.

- the puppets who didn’t have a spot to sleep like some of the more significant characters (Lenard, Pearl, Arnold, etc) would get in a big puppy pile in the middle of the neighborhood after the studio closed for the night and sleep, maybe even talk to each other for a little.

- nowadays, Ray sleeps in the pipe that leads to his lair. he’s got this flimsy, pathetic excuse for a blanket and an empty soda pack as a pillow. Pearl would lie down on whatever flat surface she could find around stage 4 and Gobblette would just pass out wherever. Arnold doesn’t sleep anymore.

- Gordon is not very touchy, even before the war he was always a little awkward when it came to physical affection with romantic intentions. he’s also bisexual because i say so.

- the unfriendlies are basically just edgy, rebellious teenagers who torment Gordon at any chance they can.

- Pearl’s eyes are bloodshot as a result of seeing horrible things on the tv. she was making the most horrible sounds, having no way of being able to tear her own eyes off so a puppet did it for her, but she couldn’t find a way out of stage 4 and the others didn’t allow her to. she eventually calmed down herself but no one could find her glasses after that.

- Gerzwald is six feet under. The puppets do not know.

- ricky can stretch himself if needed, usually in shots where his lower half can be exposed. according to him, his limit is ‘three floors.’

- the company Gordon worked for will go bankrupt in about 3 years after the true ending.

- do not leave George, Junebug and Lilianna on their lonesome together, it’s just a disaster waiting to happen. Gordon returned from an exhausting trip with Norman and Lenard only to find the studio in an even more chaotic state.

- none of the puppets have ever had the chance to explore the outdoors beyond the studio’s main entrance, the few exceptions when they were away from the studio filming for movies and Lilith, now unfriendly Lilianna, who was taken away from the studio by a few employees for a few days.

- the puppets do feel the need to eat, but it wouldn’t kill them if they went days without food. they can also get sick, but it’s only stupid, unexplained illnesses with even stupider names like puppetpox or the cotton cold.

- while puppets do coexist, all the puppets within the studio are a lot more ‘artificial’ than others you might come across. it isn’t immoral to create puppets by hand, but they were still mass produced solely to entertain little ones and never learned anything besides that, even if it was done with good intentions.

- in-universe there was a lot of controversy surrounding Arnold. parents found him too frightening while half the child audience thought he was the funniest character.

- my hcs for the main five’s handlers : Oksana (George), Martha (Junebug), Fredrick (Lilianna), Claire (Norman), Anthony (Lenard).

- believe it or not, this was not the weirdest thing Gordon has experienced. If he had to rate it, it’d be number 4.

#my friendly neighborhood #mfn #mfn headcanons #headcanons #currently puppeteering #lottie sucks at headcanons

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tiptapricot · 8 months

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1,000 follower celebration!

Ty for everyone who voted on what to do :-D I’ve decided to take the top two choices so people can do things depending on their energy levels, so!

Draw/Write/Create this in your style:

Make something based off, expanding, or rewriting the prompt(s) below and either submit it via the ask box or make your own post and tag me! I’ll also be checking the hashtag #1000 tip fruits if you’d just like to put it there :-) You can make fic, art, meta, headcanons, collages, whatever you’d like! There is a general prompt that can be used for fandoms, OCs, or however you want to take it, as well a few fandom specific prompts. You are welcome to do any you’d like or combine a few if you’re interested in a crossover!

Ask Game:

My ask box is open to general Q’s about me, my writing, specific fics, characters, fandoms, etc! I won’t answer anything intimate about myself, but am open to nsfw hc asks about characters or ships as well :-) Any headcanon posts will be shorter than my normal ones but I’ll still try to give a good batch of thoughts!

Both these “events” will be open until the end of September! I’ll be reblogging stuff people make, but it’s a loosish period as there’s no contest or raffle or anything at the end and I mainly just want people to have fun :-)

💕 Thank you all for being here in my goofy corner, and I hope we can continue to vibe and grow as we continue to in our own lives :-D 💕

(Prompts below cut)

General prompt: Small things make up love languages. Intent with care, wanting with direction, and sometimes even just a reminder that one party values the other. It’s not a science, really. Everyone is different.

Moon Knight (comics or show): Jake often finds himself in the middle of disagreements, caught between Marc’s militaristic necessities and Steven’s push for comfort and collection. Today, however, he’s taken a firm side, and no one will make him budge.

WWBN (marvel special): With all the universes out there, the line between hunter and monster often blurs. It’s odd to see a case, however, where everything has been swapped while staying so closely the same.

TLB: There are many nights Michael doesn’t remember from the summer of 1987, more now that he’s grown into grey hairs and spotted fingertips. Sometimes he still tries to imagine what it may have been like between flickers of firelight and the flash of fangs, if nothing than for his own amusement.

BnT: Ever since they grew far enough out of trick or treating age that it felt strange to go door to door, Bill and Ted have been trying to establish a new Halloween routine. Ted’s not so sure about this idea, though.

Spider-verse (characters and/or ocs!): An anomaly manages to break free in HQ, spreading a mass of glitches through the building that send several spider people tumbling into dimensions not their own. Whether via escape or rescue, there is a mess that needs cleaning up, and fast.

DC (comics, cartoons, live action, whatever!): It’s not the first time heroes from the future have met heroes from the past, but it may be the first time they’ve managed to get lunch without a world ending event hovering on the horizon.

#have fun and ty all for bein here! yahooo!!!#the fruit is talking again #1000 tip fruits #not tagging fandoms included in this tho Shhshdbg v

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hotcat37 · 1 month

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ITS THAT TIME AGAIN 4 GENGARS DALIY MOODBOARD DELIVERY 2 ONE OF THE KÄÄRIJA BLOGS OF ALL TIME ✨HOTCAT✨!! :D

*🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁*

(Jance! date night moodboard my beloved 🥰🥰) soo let’s set the scene: the fandoms fave husbands finally got a day off from touring left,right N center so Jan decided he’d take Nace out 4 lil picnic date (he’s not rlly big on huge romantic gestures but when it comes 2 his Nacko he can’t help but spoil the teddy bear-coded bassist sometimes) setting up the car 4 their lil night took some time N a few cups of coffee but alas everything was in place 2 surprise his soncek.The younger of the two lead Nace outside N told him 2 open his eyes on 3 (Nacko was so surprised by what Jan put together he fr pulled out one of the hairties he keeps in his pocket 4 Jan N proposed but that’s a tale 4 another ask) their favourite playlist was on in the back while a bouquet of roses layed in the middle of the pillows next 2 a snack basket that housed all of Nace’s fave candies,gluten-free obvs. (music sheet in the third pic on the third row is ASTP N yes some of the lavenders scattered on top of it did get a bit squished but it didn’t matter 2 them) Jan bought him N his boyfriend some churros from one of the convince stores not 2 far from their apartment which maybe led 2 them doing somesort of variation of the pocky kiss game from back in the day except instead of kissing they ended up making out N almost getting tangled in the long strings of fairy lights but it made Nace giggle. (which is coincidentally Janci’s favourite sound in this world N also my fave sound cuz HAVE U HEARD HOW ADORABLE HIS LAUGH IS) As the teddy bear-coded bassist N black cat-coded guitarists date when on,a very familiar song came on as Nace took his darlings hand N lifted them both up 2 dance 4 who knows how long,grinning N laughing with eachother like they’ve done since the very first gig that Joker Out did with Nace as their new bassist.Once all of the snacks were eaten,playlist turned down low so they wouldn’t have any angry neighbours at the two’s doorstep the next morning N midnight had passed,Jan N Nace’s bodies found themselves tangled together,cuddled up in a blanket of warmth in the safety of the boot in the older’s car,the only music left being the rhythmic beating of their hearts with Jan’s arms wrapped tight around his angel of a boyfriend N the HUGE teddy bear plushie he managed 2 fit in the boot by some miracle,he N Nace finally felt relaxed 4 what might of been the first time in a very,very long time✨✨✨✨✨

STOPPPP THIS IS TOO FCKING SWEET these little date moodboards are absolutely adorable 😭🐻💞🐈‍⬛ The roses the churros the lill teddy in the moodboard 🧸💕 This is so soft and feels perfectly like a Jance date. Nothing extravagant but still fun and loving and personal 🥰🥰 I want what they have :")

#gengar you should try writing fics u have a lot of good ideas!!#jance #jan peteh #nace jordan #cute moodboards

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hinataoc · 9 months

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KHOC Week Day 4 - AUs

Another day, another @khoc-week post!

I was debating on doing this prompt, but then remembered my old Shadow of the Colossus AU, Seeking Salvation.

I might have shared it before, but this one is close to my heart. Every time I replay Shadow of the Colossus (amazing game btw) I can’t help but fall back in love with the environment, the lonely beauty in the world. No other game has ever captured it quite the same way since.

ANYWAY,

This is a commission I got of Hinata (by the incredible MeiYu) from my Seeking Salvation AU.

Set years after KH3, Riku and Hinata are given a mission to travel to the far reaches of the galaxy to discover and explore new worlds. They’ve gone further than ever before and happen upon a lone planet orbiting a faint star.

Both of them feel something strange about the world, even from orbit safe in their ship. So they decide to land and find the small town of Toska. Elders in wooden masks watch over the townsfolk, who all refuse to give direct eye contact to either Riku and Hinata. The unsettling feeling about the town only intensifies the more they see.

They stay a while, trying to figure out what is going on. Something is off and they intend to find out. Shortly after arriving, Hinata discovers a black horse abandoned in a graveyard. It remains by the tombstone of what she assumes was its former master. She gathers food for the horse and discovers that a few of the town children also like to visit the horse and braid its mane.

Through this, those children take a liking to Riku and Hinata and tell them that the town is preparing for the ritual—though the children don’t really know what that means. Just that every year one of them goes missing in the middle of the night and their family is really sad in the morning. But no one will talk about it. It’s just for grown ups, the kids say. They’ll get to find out when they have their rite of passage into adulthood.

Riku and Hinata don’t need the rite of passage to understand what the ritual actually is and they know they need to stop it from happening again. They sneak into the town’s church in the middle of the night, where they’d seen the elders gather at sunrise and sunset. There they find a collection of books and scrolls that explain the ritual sacrifice to maintain the seal of the Dormin, creatures of with unfathomable power and abilities. The Dormin are sealed in a far away land that is forbidden for the people to set foot in.

Seeing enough, Hinata gets up and decides they need to find the Dormin themselves and see what the people are truly up against. If it really requires sacrifice or if they can find another way. Riku reminds her they have to be careful about interfering, but says he agrees with her plan regardless.

Though they aren’t able to make it there as they plan. A strange chant begins to fill the room, starting soft, then growing in volume. Both Hinata and Riku become unsteady and collapse to the ground, everything going black.

Waking up, Hinata finds herself tied up with lit torches all around her. There’s drums, chanting, and crying, but she still can’t see well. Everything’s blurry and she feels as if she’s dreaming. Then everything hushes to silence and Hinata hears a blade pierce a body. A sigh of relief washes over the crowd and Hinata smells the unmistakable scent of blood.

She’s untied and falls to her knees, blinking rapidly and trying frantically to regain her vision. An elder speaks lowly at the front of a crowd. Hinata makes out his shape against the flickering firelight. He speaks of peace and Toska being cleansed by the sacrifice. Hinata looks behind him, making out a blade protruding from...Riku’s body.

Everything after became a blur. Hinata remembers screaming, people running, elders chanting...none of it changed anything. Without fully regaining her strength, she gathered Riku’s body in a thick quilt and secured him to the horse she discovered in the graveyard. From there, she went for the Forbidden Lands. She would find the Dormin, and she would make them bring Riku back.

For those of you that have played Shadow of the Colossus, yes, Hinata has taken the place of Wander.

It’s a haunting story, but one that I grow obsessed with over and over again.

This is a really old one shot, but I wrote the final Colossus battle Hinata does before Riku is resurrected.

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Was it worth it?

All the scars, the sacrifice, the terror of each new encounter and mission given by the shadows… in the end of it all, was it worth it?

Hinata leaned her head back against the cliffside, the warmth from the thin rays of sunlight peeking through the leafy overbrush warmed her paled face. The color in her cheeks had long left. Her fingertips were grayed, her golden eyes dulled. Thin tattoos were etched into her skin, creating intricate patterns that she hadn’t remembered putting there. Each time she saw her reflection in the water, she noticed a new one. She hadn’t said it aloud, but she suspected they were the markings of the Colossi… the ones she killed.

Her fingers traced the indentations, her mind replaying the final moments of battle when she would thrust her blade through their skulls. Their cries of agony as the life left their eyes, it kept her up at night and plagued her thoughts throughout the day. Fifteen kills... Fifteen screams that would forever haunt her dreams.

Only one remained… The final Colossus.

After this, her journey would finally be over. Riku would be given new life, Sam and Velcia would be able to leave in peace, and Hinata would be left behind, paying the price for completing the unthinkable.

She swallowed thickly, closing her eyes and taking in a long, deep breath.

This was it.

There was no turning back.

Her eyes opened, her hands clenching at her sides against the rocky ground. She had to keep moving. With a pained moan, she pushed herself to her feet, stumbling forward when her legs refused to cooperate. She caught herself against the trunk of a tree, taking in a few deep breaths to regain her strength. There wasn’t much left to her, and she knew as much. Each kill made her weaker, in both mind and body.

“You can do this,” she whispered, looking towards the crumbled bridge that would have taken her life if it hadn’t been for Nia. “If not for yourself--” she stood back up straight, swaying side to side as she rebalanced. “Then for the others.”

Blowing out a breath, she looked up the cliffside that led up to her final battle. Her dagger appeared in her hand in a wisp of shimmering, blue mist, ready to be thrown. She focused on a pillar that leaned over the top of the cliff and stepped back as she readjusted the blade in her grasp. Sucking in a sharp breath, she ran forward and threw her dagger with practiced ease. It embedded itself into the pillar, cracking the stone. Hinata disappeared in a blue mist reappearing at the dagger’s hilt, where she pulled it out from the pillar as it crumbled away. She scrambled back to be on top of the cliff, slipping and nearly falling with the rocks before she gripped the edge of the cliffside. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breaths labored and short as she watched the pillar smash against the rocks below.

She pulled herself back up to safety, struggling to make a maneuver that normally would have been done with ease. Rumbling thunder greeted her as she got back to her feet. Her jaw dropped at the swirling storm ahead of her. Thick, dark clouds surrounded a monstrous tower that went higher than anything Hinata had seen in the forbidden lands. Her eyes followed the building, causing her knees to falter when she saw the familiar golden eyes of a Colossus at the very top. It wasn’t a building, or a tower... It was her final foe.

Its fiery eyes stared straight through her as it awaited her challenge. Lightning circled its wrists as it reached out towards her with long, straggly arms that sent chills through Hinata’s spine. Blinding light surged from its fingertips, coming straight towards her and forcing her out of the impending panic. She pushed herself to her feet, running to cover behind a tall pillar that stood amongst an old decrepit courtyard Hinata found herself in. The beams of electricity struck the pillar, shaking the ground around her and causing cracks to form in the stone.

Hinata struggled to stay upright, crying out in fright as everything crumbled around her. She peeked around the pillar, gasping and turning away when the Colossus immediately fired another shot, disintegrating a chunk of the rock and forcing Hinata to lower to her knees to avoid being seen.

She summoned her dagger into her grasp, taking in a breath before she threw it further into the courtyard and warped to it. The blue mist was still dissipating away from her warp when she threw her dagger again, and then again, each warp bringing her closer to the Colossus and missing its earth shattering shots of electricity.

The closer she got, the windier it became. As she neared its legs, pelting rain poured around her, making it difficult to see. She was close enough that it could no longer take shots at her, but it instead attempted to smash her with its feet. Her chest heaved as she ran forward, stumbling from the force of its foot slamming against the ground behind her. There had to be a way to climb onto its body, there always was for the others.

She circled around it, her lungs burning and legs threatening to crumble. Despite it, her body never did fully give out during a battle. It was as if she was given strength for the fight itself as the markings on her body glowed and pulsed adrenaline inside of her, pushing her forward.

Running between its legs, she found what she was looking for. There was a platform near the ground, one with jagged stone and moss that gave her the perfect grappling point. She climbed on, gripping the moss as the Colossus growled and shook its body in an attempt to throw her off completely. Harsh winds blew past her, nearly blowing her away completely as the Colossus writhed beneath her. Regardless, she continued upwards, allowing the glow from her tattooed markings to illuminate her way. The light from them melded with the mossy stone that made up the Colossus and it created a thin pathway that led where she needed to go. She followed without hesitation, one step after the next, narrowly avoiding the creature's hands blindly reaching for her behind its back. Rain clouded her vision, but as long as she could see the thin blue trail of light she knew where she had to go.

She wasn’t sure how long she had been climbing when she reached its waist. There was a thick platform that surrounded it, the last portion of rock before all that remained of its body was fur and blackened skin. Hinata fell to her knees, struggling to remain conscious as her tattoos faded and the adrenaline inside of her reduced to nothing. The corners of her vision went black, blurring even further than the rain was already doing. She couldn’t feel her hands even though they caught her when she fell forward, but she could see the blotches of black blood between her fingers.

Was that her blood?

Whispers overtook her fading thoughts, filling her entire being as the Dormin shadows spoke to her, “The vitals are in a place thou cannot reach from there…”

Hinata’s hands clenched beneath her as she forced herself to look up. She was in the creature’s blindspot behind its back. The platform was thick enough that it couldn’t feel her presence, but it was still searching for her as it swayed side to side and randomly shot beams of its electricity into the courtyard.

“Climb higher from that place…” the whispers urged her forward, taking no account of her current state.

Her tattoos pulsated with light, enticing her with a trickle of adrenaline. She whimpered, attempting to stand. Her arms trembled and gave way beneath her, and she fell back to the platform completely.

“I can’t,” she cried softly, her voice completely lost in the storm around her. “I-I’m sorry, I can’t…”

The warmth of light caused her to wince before she opened her eyes. The storm parted, the clouds thinning and allowing rays of sunlight to pour in. Hinata blinked, fighting the urge to reel back from the light and instead gazed directly inside, allowing it to completely envelope her. Time seemed to stand still as she looked out over the forbidden lands. Bright blue beams of light pierced through the sky, each one residing where she defeated a Colossus. In the center of it all was the temple. Its immense and once intimidating size seemed small in comparison to Hinata’s perch.

That was where everything began…

Riku laid there, lifeless, patiently awaiting Hinata to finish her quest to set things right. Sam and Velcia watched over him, no doubt agonizing where Hinata disappeared to when they had woken up that morning. She left them at dawn, leaving without a word. This wasn’t their fight. They helped her along the way, but in the end, it wasn’t their burden to bear.

Hinata pushed herself to stand, her legs quaking and threatening to give under her weight, but they remained strong as she gripped the hilt to the Dormin Blade. It glowed from the sunlight as she unsheathed it and held it high. A thin beam of yellow light penetrated the storm, shining out over the forbidden lands towards the temple.

She had to give them a sign.

A sparkle of light greeted her in response from the temple’s entrance. It rose as a pearl of light, spiraling upwards before bursting into a shimmering firework. Hinata breathlessly laughed, her arm losing its strength and falling limp to her side with the Dormin blade loosely in her grasp.

They saw her.

The clouds swirled back together, blocking out the sunlight and once again leaving Hinata alone with her quest. Exhaustion coursed through her, melding with throbbing pain from the perseverance she forced herself into over the past month. All of it, every moment led to this and she had to finish what she started.

No matter the cost.

“Climb higher from that place…” the whispers prompted her again.

Hinata nodded, blowing out a breath as she closed her eyes and muttered, “Give me your strength to finish this.”

She staggered back, gritting her teeth at the sudden rush of energy and adrenaline pumping through her in response. It wasn’t natural and even as the pain in her joints vanished, she knew deep down that it was still there and was only going to be worse when the effects wore off.

Opening her eyes, she narrowed her gaze towards the arm of the Colossus. She sheathed the Dormin blade and summoned her dagger. Taking in a deep breath, she shook out her arms and switched between the balls of her feet, before sprinting forward. With a final push at the edge of the platform she vaulted off, throwing her dagger in succession and piercing it into the Colossus’ bicep.

It yowled and grabbed for the dagger, missing Hinata as she landed on its forearm and hung from its blackened and matted fur. She resummoned her dagger, slicing into its arm before it even noticed her there. Its roar was deafening, shaking everything around it and rattling the rocks that made up its body. Hinata swung herself up onto its straightened out arm so it could find her.

She ran forward, ducking and sliding when its giant hand came reaching for her. She narrowly missed it and reached its shoulder. The fur along its back kept her hidden from sight while it searched for her. Its hands swept blindly, becoming more frantic by the moment as it realized she was nearing its head.

Her hands clung to the fur, pulling her further up towards its neck and the glowing markings on the top of its head that pulsed brighter the closer she got. Her own tattoos shined brilliantly, illuminating her path as they did on her way up. The rain pelted her back, the roars and screams from the creature realizing its impending doom resonated around her. All she focused on was closing the distance as she unsheathed the Dormin blade. Its glow matched the markings on the Colossus, begging to be plunged into the center and finish the ritual.

The whispers in her mind grew in volume, telling her to take the chance, to not hesitate—even though she always did.

It never got easier to take a life.

With both hands readied on the hilt, she lifted the blade up and sucked in a breath before striking it down, piercing the softened skin. A scream filled the air. The Colossus reared back its entire body. Hinata grabbed onto a rock protruding from the creature’s head, keeping herself steady as the Colossus thrashed. Blackened blood spewed from the wound, seeping into its fur. Hinata looked away, desperately trying to hang on before a rocky hand wound around her waist.

She cried out from the tightened grip that only grew firmer as the Colossus realized it had her. It brought her in front of its face, its eyes burning and fingers tightening to cut off her air completely. Hinata stared back into its gaze, the glow of her tattoos fading as the Dormin recognized her fate. She gasped for air, feeling her bones cracking and giving way under the pressure.

Holding out her hand, she summoned her dagger and hurled it towards its head. It clinked off a rock protruding from its skull, but Hinata warped to it regardless, catching herself on the soaked fur as her dagger fell to the world below. She forced herself to her knees, grabbing the hilt of the blade that was still stabbed inside of the Colossus’ head. One more strike, that’s all it would take.

“DORMIN!” she cried out, watching her tattoos fill with light as she pulled out the blade and thrusted it back in.

She got to her feet, putting all of her weight onto the blade until only the hilt remained above. The curdling scream in response caused tears to fill her eyes. Every kill was the same, each one left her empty as darkness covered the Colossus’ lifeless skin. The colossal body went limp, its head falling forward and rather than brace herself, Hinata allowed herself to fall.

The rain ceased, the clouds parting to reveal the sun as the fire in the Colossus’ eyes went out. Wind whistled past Hinata’s ears as she fell, watching the creature crumble and the dark shadows claim their prize. Her eyes lifted to the sky before closing entirely. Riku’s face appeared in her mind, their last moments together. His smile, the way he always knew what to say when she needed it most… He would have those moments again. Life would breathe back into him… finally.

If this was to be the end, at least it happened with the knowledge that she finished what she set out to do.

“It is done…” The whispers filled her being.

Hinata’s eyes fluttered open, seeing her blackened tears rising in droplets above her as she fell.

She had done it.

Black, shadowy tendrils shot out from the Colossus’ remains. Hinata swallowed hard, refusing to watch as they made their way towards her, as they always did. Before she could hit the ground, the shadows pierced her body, momentarily stopping her heart. Her lips parted and black mist poured from her mouth.

Then everything went black.

#khocweek2023 #kingdom hearts

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٭* Not Too Late *٭

Chapter 6 | chino moreno x reader

chapter 5 ~ chapter 7 | AO3

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life has been super busy lately. the band is working on their sophomore album. they wanted to tease the album by playing a few songs at the gig coming up. i’m not sure on what name they’ve decided on but so far, i just know it’s gonna be a hit!

i wish i could listen to them practice but i’ve been working on making sure we have enough cds and vinyls to sell, making eps to tease some of their new album and making t-shirts. i didn’t mind the work load though. it was better than being in my room all day.

stephen ended up getting a cold, of course when we have a busy schedule. so chino just told everybody to practice on their own to try and perfect their sound isolated.

i kept on with my very busy day though. i did drop off stephen some soup, just to check in on how he was doing. i didn’t have to but stephen’s my friend and i like doing nice things for people.

after i dropped off his soup, abe paged me.

‘call me.’ i wonder what this is about. i walked to my nearest pay phone just two blocks away and dialed abe’s number.

he picked up. “y/n! what are you doing today?”

“oh just busy with making merchandise for the show. why what’s up?”

“well since you’re busy, i was thinking maybe you’d want some help?”

“i mean are you sure? you don’t have to.”

“i’m sure. plus how am i gonna be in the band and not see all the behind the scenes.” he laughed.

“well meet me at this place” i give him the address.

“i’ll see you there.” he smiled.

“so what are we going to do today?” the room we were in was fairly small but luckily it was just me and abe. there were four screen printing machines and a table off to the side with a few chairs. there was also a fridge and a microwave on a light stand. the fluorescent lights really brought this room all together.

“well we’re going to use these screen printers to make the t-shirts. i have to make a few calls with the record label about buying cds and stuff in bulk to sell.”

“how much are you trying to buy?” i bring out a box of medium white t-shirts onto the table.

“well i hoping for around 250 cds 250 records and 250 cassettes.”

“and how much will that cost?” he gulped.

i chuckled. “you don’t need to know.”

i think he was processing how much money that would cost us. “well, chop chop. we got a lot of t-shirts to make.” i clapped my hands together and got started with work.

after a few calls discussing money with the the record label, i was able to start helping abe with some t-shirts.

“so, how long have you and chino known each other?” abe asked.

“chino and my brother were friends in middle school. they were a year ahead of me but i still hung around them whenever chino would come over. in high school me and chino started hanging out together without my brother and we had some good times. then we just fell out my sophomore year.” i sighed.

“yeah i remember when that happened. chino would talk about you all the time!” he rolled his eyes. “oh, y/n never called! how could she? why won’t she just talk to me?” he mocked chino pouting his face.

i laughed. did chino really talk about me? it was hard for me to believe abe. i can’t imagine myself as a conversation topic. let alone someone chino would bring up often.

“chino would talk about you from time to time but he never introduced us to you. we’d see you around at school because we’d catch chino looking at you.” he laughed out loud. “i didn’t realize you were the same girl when you came in to be interviewed.”

“yeah and i didn’t realize chino was gonna be my co-worker for a job i applied for.” i sighed. “i’m sure he moved on after a few months.”

abe scoffed. “yeah right! anytime we’d kickback and smoke and drink together, somehow at the end of the night, your name was always brought up. even after graduation, he talked about you every so often. sometimes during practice, his voice even suffered. we would have to end days short so he could clear his thoughts and get back on track. even now he talks about things you two did before you stopped talking.”

“no way. you don’t have to lie to me.” i looked away. why would he talk about me? he had no reason to.

“i’m being serious! he has like a secret obsession with you or something.” he smirked. i blushed thinking about chino. what is going on with me always thinking about chino?

“anyways i’m glad you two made up. chino’s always sounded really good but i think since you’ve been around he’s been really pushing to be perfect.”

“if that is the case, i’m glad he is. you guys are honestly my favorite band at the moment.” i said, putting my hand over my heart.

“thanks y/n. i really appreciate that.” he smiled.

“enough about me. what’s it like being the coolest drummer ever?” i smirked.

“i love it! i never thought i would be a drummer for a popular band. it’s so riveting to be up on stage playing the drums. seeing all the fans show up to see us is what gets me pumped!” he shook his fist.

“i bet! i’m excited to see you guys play live!” i enthused.

he let out an audible gasp. “i totally forgot you haven’t seen us play live! you’re gonna love it.” he looked around, despite it being just us. he covered his mouth like he was telling a secret. “don’t say anything but we just decided on a name for the album. we’re naming it around the fur!” he grinned.

“around the fur.” i repeated then smiled. “i love it! it has a nice ring to it.”

“i know right! we’re even going to go on tour after the release of our album.”

“shut up! that’s so cool! it’s gonna be so much fun abe!” i started thinking about going on tour with them. how much fun it would be to go on a tour bus all across the country. meeting all their fans and seeing them perform countless times. i’d get to create memories with them that i’d never forget.

we continued to enthuse about the tour and the album while making t-shirts.

we spent five and a half hours making loads of t-shirts and talking the whole time. i’m really glad i got to spend this time with abe. he told me stories from his childhood and the early days of the band. i told him more about me and my past. we both enthused about topics we were both interested in like music and clothing brands and magazines. he even told me what it was like going on tour with other artists like korn and ozzy osbourne.

“thanks for helping me today abe. next time you want to help, let me know! i can always use it.” i smiled.

“no problem y/n! it was cool hanging out with you. it’s refreshing to hang out with someone new.” he smiled.

a/n: i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter ! i just wanna clarify, in case anyone is confused, abe and y/n are purely platonic. so don’t go thinking a love triangle is forming bc there’s not. they’re just gonna be an iconic duo 😘 anyways new chapter will be up next week ! lots of love <3

#deftones #chino moreno #chino moreno x reader #chino x reader #abe cunningham #chi cheng #stephen carpenter #nu metal #bands #music #mall goth #goth #emo #alternative #grunge #metal head #1990s #1990s nu metal #90s aesthetic

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No, wait, hold on, i am interested on the Rapunzel Bowuigi Au!

Peach as Mother Gothel?? And Bowser (Blade) is a thief?? MARIO IS THE KING LOOKING FOR HIS LOST BROTHER? I NEED to know more!!!!

I am actually really excited to hear you say that anon because this ask, this post right here, officially marks the 100th post I've made since joining this site 3.5 months ago! :D (I know it may not seem like much to a lot of people (which is perfectly fine), but to me, this milestone would not have been possible without each and every single one of you taking the time to read my weird Bowuigi ideas & story and liking them enough to where y'all want to ask me questions, follow me, and/or are even inspired by me to make your own fanfic or artwork. 😊❤️)

Anyway, I hope you guys are excited as much as I am for the official first chapter/post of my version of the Bowuigi Rapunzel AU!

Enjoy! 😃

(Adding a cut here because this post is going to be long.)

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So our story begins long, long ago (long before Mario, Luigi, and Bowser were born) in a far away place called the Mushroom Kingdom. And in the Mushroom Kingdom lived a kind, smart, and selfless princess named Peach. Now, to say that Princess Peach was good-looking or cute is a complete understatement. No, Princess Peach was by far the most beautiful princess in the entire galaxy. Hundreds, no, thousands of people from around the world would come visit the Mushroom Kingdom in hopes of getting the chance to see Peach’s beauty, even if it was just for one second. Men would try to ask for her hand in marriage, women would often envy her because of how perfect she was, and children would wish upon the stars every night to be just like her when they grow up.

But everything soon changed when multiple new kingdoms started to form not too far from the Mushroom Kingdom.

Now at first, Peach wasn’t bothered by the formation of all these new kingdoms. In fact, she was actually rather excited about these changes because this created the possibility of meeting new people, whether they were commoners or royalty (for a while, she had often thought about hosting a ball to welcome these new people & kingdoms in hopes of meeting her Prince Charming).

But things took a drastic turn for our dear princess when she noticed her citizens moving out of her kingdom in order to live at these new kingdoms.

And I’m not talking about one or two citizens moving out of the Mushroom Kingdom. I’m talking about hundreds of citizens.

And that…that terrified Peach.

Because she feared that her citizens moving out of her kingdom meant that they didn’t love her anymore.

So with this new fear/realization, Peach started to make some…unsettling changes. Now at first, the changes were pretty small, like guards surrounding the Mushroom Kingdom’s perimeters, but it quickly got way out of hand when she not only started to refuse any kind of travelers from even entering her kingdom, but also required her citizens to have special permission from her in order to even step foot out of the Mushroom Kingdom.

These changes lasted for about 3 months before the Mushroom Kingdom citizens decided that they’ve had enough.

So in the middle of a dark and stormy night, all of the Mushroom Kingdom citizens joined forces and overthrew Princess Peach.

But the citizens didn’t kill Peach, at least not right away. They wanted to make her execution a big spectacle to show everyone that commoners are just as, if not, more, powerful than a royal when they band together as one.

But on the night before her execution, Peach escaped and ran away to a nearby forest.

Now when the citizens found out about the escape, they immediately began their search for the ex-princess. Hours turned into days, days turned into weeks, and weeks even turned into months, but the citizens would always come back empty-handed. It was only when the clock struck the 2nd year since Peach escaped that the citizens eventually gave up on looking for her because they figured that there was no way she could survive from just living off in the forest.

But she did and do you want to know how?

Because not long after she ran away, Peach not only found a tower she could live in, but she also found a gold rose.

A special gold rose that could heal the sick and injured.

So now that we have a really good idea of Peach’s origin story, the next thing is to figure out Mario and Luigi’s origin story (since you can’t have a Rapunzel story without Mother Gothel locking Rapunzel up in a tower for years).

Well lucky for y’all, I actually have a pretty interesting origin story for them as well.

So we start off the brothers’ origin story not long after the citizens pretty much exiled Peach from the Mushroom Kingdom. Now here, this is where they have two options: they could either turn the Mushroom Kingdom into a democracy, or try the monarchy approach again, but have two regular commoners become royals as a way to bring the royals and the citizens closer together.

It was a tough decision, but the citizens eventually chose the latter option.

And do y’all want to know who were the lucky chosen commoners?

It was two of Mario and Luigi’s ancestors.

So we time skip to hundreds and hundreds of years later where Mario and Luigi’s parents are now king and queen of the Mushroom Kingdom. Now here, life is actually pretty good for everyone. The Mushroom Kingdom has quite a few good alliances, the king and queen are beloved by their citizens, everything at that moment in time looked bright for everyone.

Well, not quite.

You see, one of the most difficult challenges the king and queen had to face was having children. Now, it wasn’t that they didn’t want to have a child, they really did, but whenever they would try to conceive, the queen just couldn’t get pregnant.

But on one winter day, life would forever change for the entire Mushroom Kingdom.

Because after countless attempts, the queen was finally with child.

But the kingdom’s happiness would only last for a few months because this is when a plague hits the Mushroom Kingdom.

The first to fall victim to the plague was an old farmer on one spring morning. Now at first, no one was worried about this. Everyone knew that the old farmer had a tenancy to get sick during this time of year, so it wasn’t anything to really be worried about.

However, what surprised everyone was when the old farmer’s wife (who had one of the best immune systems in the entire kingdom) became sick the very next day.

No one was as surprised as the farmer’s neighbor when she found both the old farmer and his wife dead just 24 hours later.

So as you guys can probably imagine, the plague quickly spreads throughout the entire Mushroom Kingdom. All the doctors did everything they could to find a cure for this unknown virus, but none of them were successful.

Things especially took a bad turn for the kingdom when the queen caught the plague 8 months into her pregnancy.

So immediately after the queen caught the plague, the king and the doctors went into high gear of finding a cure. Just a few short days after the tragic event, one of the doctors found an old passage about a golden rose that could heal the sick and injured. While the doctor was unsure on whether the rose still existed, the king didn’t care as he ordered his best soldiers to search for this special rose.

It took the soldiers about one week before they finally found that golden rose. And once they found that said rose, they rushed back to the castle to make the cure for the queen and for the sick citizens.

And after 12 long and painful hours, the doctors successfully made the cure and the queen and all the surviving plagued citizens were cured from the dreaded plague.

So two weeks later, the queen gave birth to Mario and Luigi. However, the thing that shocked everyone was that Luigi, the younger twin, had blond hair. While this confused, and slightly scared, the king and queen, the doctor quickly reassured them that the reason for Luigi’s unique hair color was because of the gold rose. The doctor theorized that the rose’s powers only rooted into Luigi’s DNA because only he was truly affected by the queen’s sickness. Why the sickness didn’t affect Mario, the doctor wasn’t sure.

This did not matter to the king and queen. After trying for years, they finally had beautiful healthy children they could love and cherish and the kingdom had two new princes. It was a wonderful occasion that no one could possibly ruin.

Except for one person.

So on the night of the twins’ birth, Peach broke into the castle and snuck into the twins’ room. She started to sing that special song she had to use before in order to use the gold rose’s powers, and to her surprise and excitement, Luigi’s hair started to glow. Without any hesitation, Peach carefully and quickly cut a piece of Luigi’s hair, but was shocked to discover that the cut hair and the hair piece in her hand turned into a dark brown color.

Peach was really conflicted. She wanted, no, needed, the rose’s powers in order to stay young, but the problem was that it was rooted into Luigi’s DNA.

It was at that moment that she knew what she needed to do.

Without a single hesitation, Peach kidnapped Luigi and disappeared into the night.

It wasn’t until a few hours later that a guard checked in on the princes and realized that Luigi was missing.

As soon as the king and queen were informed, they immediately sent out as many solders as they could to find Luigi and his kidnapper. Hundreds of soldiers scattered across the lands in hopes of finding the lost prince, but as weeks turned into months and months turned into years, there were no clues or leads on Luigi or Peach’s whereabouts.

But unbeknownst to everyone, hidden deep in a nearby forest was a hidden tower.

A tower where Peach raised Luigi as her son.

#ask nickname #anon ask #princess peach #princess peach nintendo #luigi #luigi nintendo #mario #mario nintendo #super mario #super mario bros #mario fanfic #mario au #rapunzel #bowuigi rapunzel au #evil princess peach #out of character #it's origin story time my fellow dudes #and today's origin stories consists of how Peach became evil and how Luigi got his long blond hair #she gets an origin story and he get an origin story and he gets an origin story-#everybody's getting an origin story #even Bowser/Blade has an origin story but his will be revealed on a later date #watch me be indecisive on whether I call Bowser “Bowser” or “Blade” from the chapter he appears in to when he tells Luigi his real name #also I'm kind of half debating on whether I should post this au story on Ao3 because I am going to be taking the time to write it out #eh I'll figure it all out as I go

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