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cherry-leclerc · 8 months

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fucked-up little thrill ☆ cl16

genre: pwp but also porn with plot (the best of both worlds!), humor, she truly is a maneater in disguiseee

word count: 8.3K

There’s a difference between warning and danger - you happen to be both. Though, Charles only sees the green light, go. Well, we can all imagine how this will already go.

nsfw warnings under the cut!

18+...oral (m and f receiving), fingering, handjob, penetrative sex, riding, slight cry, unprotected sex

inspired by this and this !

“She’ll mess with your head, man. You’re going to wish she had never looked your way.”

“I told my mom about her. Crap, I bought her an engagement ring after a few days of knowing her.”

“Four words: Get. The. Fuck. Out.”

“Do you know how fucked in the head you have to be in order to willingly go after her? Fucking pathetic. Sure, I did the same, but hear me out-”

Despite the warnings, he didn’t pay them any attention. He thought he was going crazy for sure when he saw two guys on their knees, begging: Run, just do it. And whatever you do, don’t look back.

Charles wasn’t even listening.

The nights were beginning to get warmer, yet there was still a slight breeze. Spring was rolling in. What an innocent season to meet the wildest card Charles has ever dealt.

“...then she laughed so hard that, Jesus Mary and Joseph, my heart went bananas! Y’know what I did next? I asked her, ‘You want a slice?’ I meant the tiramisu, guys! She thought I was talking about myself! T’was the most embarrassing thing. Made me look like a bloody narcissist.” Lando whined as he leaned onto the table to hide his face.

George snorts. “Ah don’t worry mate, I would gladly take a slice.” Lando groans, further rubbing his forehead onto the table. So much so, that it began to squeak.

“Alright, calm down before you shed your skin off. It wasn’t that bad.” Alex voices, as he pops a curly fry into his mouth.

“Easy for you to say! You basically have the person you’re going to get married to! You’re safe.” The Brit pouts. He then lifts his head up and wipes away a single tear. Everyone explodes into laughter.

“Muppet, c’mon we were kidding! Weren’t we just fooling around, Charles?” Carlos wiggles his eyebrows at the Monegasque. Charles rolled his eyes playfully.

“Yes, of course we were joking,” he starts. Lando looks up, seemingly feeling better as everyone began to agree. We were just playing around!

“Then again, how did you even fall for a girl like that?” Charles finishes his sentence.

“Argh. You don’t get itttt,” Lando wails in defeat. “When you meet a girl like that, you don’t question it. You just thank God for sending her your way and then BAM! She just walks out of your life.”

Hm - Charles thinks to himself as he takes a sip of Martini - naive, naive little Lando.

Charles met you that same night he was out for dinner with the boys. He was waiting for his car from the valet; shooting Joris a quick text.

"Sorry," he overhears a soft voice, but still didn’t pay much attention.

"Sorry? You’re sorry? We both know goddamn well that you’re sorry about nothing. Nada. Zeeerrrooo," a man's voice angrily shouts back, voice slurring.

Charles turns and sees a man running his hands through his blonde hair, walking back and forth in despair. Then, his eyes move to find you.

Standing tall in the tightest, shortest, black dress he's ever seen. So, the little black dress truly does exist. Glowy skin shining through from the lights decorating the outside of the restaurant. Your legs appear miles long, feet paired with your nicest set of heels, Joli Queen Glitter. Red fucking bottoms. Christian Louboutin at its finest. Rich jewelry sits on your wrists, fingers, and neck.

Even with all that in the way, all he notices is just how drop-dead gorgeous you are. Suddenly, his fingers get clammy. What the hell? His jaw was clenched. Literally, why? His pants were growing tight because oh God he was already har- Alright, now that’s just crazy, Charles. Get it together.

“Yes. Whether you believe me or not, I’m sorry. Maybe you just shouldn’t have set high expectations,” you spoke, looking down.

“Are you being fucking serious right now? You’re smiling? You think this is funny! Oh God, what the fuck is wrong with you, you crazyyyy bitch!” The man continues, sharply pointing his finger at you accusingly. He genuinely looks like he’s about to start crying for his mommy.

“Okay mate, I think that’s enough. Why don’t I call you a cab?” Charles speaks up from where he’s standing. You and the mysterious guy turn to look at him.

You shoot a smile as the man's eye starts twitching.

“Oh great! Great, great, great,” the man chants. “What an idiotic thing to believe that you hadn't gotten rid of me already! How could I not see it coming?” He drops to his knees and starts rocking back and forth. “On my dead hamster's birthday!” Levi, Charles later finds out, cries out to the sky. “Couldn’t this have happened any other day?” Charles cringes. “Call me that shitty ass cab, dude.”

So, you stand close by as Charles helps plop Levi inside with the help of the cab driver. They buckle him up and off they go.

Not before Levi pokes his out the window. “I swear I’m not being bitter when I tell you to fucking save yourself!”

Both of you are left there standing quietly. You pout your red lips as you pull out your phone to call a cab for yourself.

“Need a lift?”

Glancing around silently, you sneak a look at Charles. Handsome, you ponder, just a tiny bit. Outrageous lie. You quickly scold yourself for being so untruthful. This man was the most beautiful kind you’ve seen in your entire life.

“Take it that was your boyfriend back there?” He taps his fingers against the wheel.

“Mmm. Hardly. No, he isn’t - wasn’t - my boyfriend by any means. Some guys just instantly assume stuff over any girl that pays them any ounce of attention.” You lazily trace shapes onto your thigh. You tug your dress down a bit, licking your lips. “Thanks for helping me out back there. It was really sweet.”

He notices the way you never look up from your lap as you’re speaking. It’s kind of endearing, just how soft you can be. “Don’t mention it…it was…no problem.”

He walks you from his car to your house. It's small, pastel yellow with a mailbox that reads; No more love letters. Seriously. “Cute,” he comments. You blush.

“Oh, that. Sorry, I live with my two best friends and they wrote that as a joke,” you ramble as you click your heel shyly. “They said it would help out with my, and I quote, ‘secret admirers.’” You let out a tired laugh as you finally build up the courage to look at the man standing right in front of you.

“To be honest, that makes sense.” He tilts his head a bit, analyzing your eyes. “Beautiful girls should receive beautiful letters.”

Tongue tied, you stare back with a pleased smile.

“This is so unlike me, but would you like to go out some time?”

Easiest question ever asked.

A few nights later, he finally decides it would be a good day to take you out to dinner. Testing went well and the car was finally on the right track. He took this as a good omen.

“How long have you lived in Italy now?” you quiz, as you bring your Shirley Temple closer to your lips.

“Oh, um, for quite a while now. I mean it’s really only for work. I go home any chance I get.”

“Sweet. Where are you from?”

“Monaco.”

Your eyes grow wide with excitement. “Really! Monaco is so beautiful!” Your childlike squeal makes him smile brightly.

“Have you ever been?” You sadly shake your head, hair bouncing back and forth. Soft floral fills the air.

“Nope, but I wish to one day. I just know I’ll love it so much…” You trail off. “It’s just that growing up my favorite movie was Monte Carlo. Would beg my mom to play it any chance I could.” Maroon coats your cheekbones. He furrows his dark brows in confusion.

“Monte Carlo? You know, starring Selena Gomez?” His soft features pinch together. “...Leighton Meester? Katie Cassidy?” You desperatelyspit your words, trying to assist. He continues shaking his head. Never heard of it.

Your mood grows sulky as you pout. Leaning back, you finally take a sip of your drink. Oh, well now I really want something stronger than this.

“I would love to watch it some time though!” Charles tries as his voice cracks. He winces.

“Sure!” Though, you're not looking at him anymore. Your eyes are trained behind him. He’s about to turn around and ask if you’re fine, when you finally speak up. “I think I’ll go to the bar for another drink. Be right back!” He huffs.

You weren’t back for almost too long. Finally, deciding to go look for you, he stands and takes long strides all around the dark restaurant. When he finds you he sees you’re not alone.

A man in an all black suit seems to be your new company. You giggle as he appears to slide some type of business card to you. Just as you're about to grab it Charles strolls over to you both.

“Is your drink finally ready?” he asks as he wraps a protective arm around your waist. You flinch. You hadn’t even seen him walk over.

“Charles!” you shriek, as you crumble the piece of paper into the palm of your hard, hurriedly. You pray that he hadn’t noticed, but he had. Something inside of him told him not to ask. “I was actually on my way back. Did you need anything? A drink?” you ask, furrowing your brows attentively.

“No, thank you, amour,” Charles warmly replies, looking into your glossy eyes. You truly were the best thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

“My apologies for getting in the way.” The man extends his hand out to Charles. “Aiden Quinn, pleasure to meet you.”

Charles may be upset that Aiden ruined his date, but he wasn’t keen on being rude, so begrudgingly, he shook his hand. “Charles Leclerc.” See, normally Charles isn’t the type to throw his name out like that expectantly, but he felt as if he had a point to make. He did, though. I was here first.

The man grins ear to ear, nodding. “Yes, that’s where I know you from. I knew you looked familiar. Formula 1 driver, right? Ferrari?” He points with a knowing smile.

“Scuderia’s number one driver, yes.” His grip around your waist stays secure. Meanwhile, your eyes are open to their fullest. Surprisingly, you had no idea.

“Certainly. I’m one of the team's ambassadors, actually,” Aiden challenges. Charles clenches his jaw. “When you have million dollar businesses all around the world, you try to find a place to help. Ferrari really needs it at the moment.” You’re equally as shocked with Aiden as you are with Charles.

“Well then, I’ll make sure to dedicate my next podium to you I suppose." You shift uncomfortably. This reminds him you’re there. With him. Ha! Take that, Quinn! “Anyhow, I would love to chit chat with fellow fans, but I must say we have to get going.” He holds your hand firmly as he leads you out.

“Goodbye, Aiden!” you beam as you depart ways.

“Formula 1 driver now, is it?” you curiously ask as you look over where he has one hand over the steering wheel and running the other calmly through his hair.

“Thought you knew.”

“I had no clue! Zip!” you shriek as fling your arms through the air. He laughs as he pulls into an abandoned parking lot.

“In the mood for something sweet?”

“Grazie mille,” the Monegasque says as he's handed cones of freshly made gelato. Smiling, he makes his way back to you. Hands you per requested raspberry, as he keeps his lemon one.

“Molto gentile.” You inspect and nod your head in approval. Just hearing your tongue curl in Italian has him swooning. You take a lick and release a soft moan. “So sweet. Best I’ve ever had,” you declare as you continue enjoying your treat innocently.

Charles gulps, trying to cool down. “I told you it was the best.” He shoots a wink over to Luca, the owner, for keeping the shop open for a few more minutes.

“You scared me a bit back there.”

“Pfft. With that Aiden guy…I’m sorry about that–”

“God no. Honestly, I completely forgot about that,” you mutter. “I meant with that whole, ‘In the mood for something sweet?’. Thought you were like the rest.”

The 25 year old keeps quiet for a minute. He gathers his thoughts before settling with, “I promise I’m not.”

“Keeping my fingers crossed you aren’t.” You look around with twinkling eyes. “You know, a date I once had asked me-”

You want a slice?

No.

“It shocked me how straight forward he was being. It wasn’t even our second date! I barely even knew the guy.” You frown at the memory. “Then he blamed it on the tiramisu.”

I meant the tiramisu, guys!

God no.

“Never saw him again,” you finish as you finally focus back on him. A pale Charles is all you find.

“Woah, are you okay?”

“Yes! I’m so good! You look lovely! Did I mention it already cause if I didn’t then call me the worst date ever!” He begins nervously laughing. His gelato dripping all over his arm.

“I think you did.” You smile as you hand him a few napkins. He returns the gesture, thanking you. “And don’t worry about it, leave that spot for Lando. Now he might take the crown.”

Charles let out a groan.

Charles went back and forth deciding whether he should reach out to you. He liked you. A lot. Nonetheless, he was hesitating because he just couldn’t do something like that to Lando. The Brit was as bummed out as one could get. So, it's settled. Bye bye baby.

“Of course. Tonight at 8,” your voice confirms on the other side of the line. Charles celebrates with a quick dance.

“See you then.”

He decides today that he wants to switch things up. Do something that would make him stand out from anyone that came before him.

“Monaco?” Leaning on the hood of Charles' car, you feel you have to be dreaming. He nods his head lively.

“I could show you around, y’know be your personal tour guide.”

“You should have warned me! I don’t have anything ready!” you yelp as you hold your hands over your heart, frantically. He would be more worried if it weren’t for you smiling like the Cheshire Cat.

“We still have time. Come on, I’ll help you pack.”

When you make it to Monaco you’re greeted by a young guy wearing glasses, driving a Ferrari Pista. Charles and him fit in a quick embrace before they turn their attention back to you.

“Ah yes, this is Joris. He’s one of my closest friends,” Charles states as you warmly reach for a handshake.

Reciprocating, Joris says, “Very nice to meet you.” You smile, returning the greeting. “Must say, you are just as beautiful as Cha had mentioned, if not more.” You blush as Charles clears his throat awkwardly.

“D'accord, mec. Pas besoin de le dire au monde entier,” Charles mutters. “Thank you for picking us up.” Joris nods, carrying your luggages. You share a quick goodbye before he finally makes his way to another car. “That’s also one of my very good friends, Marta.” You smile and wave as they drive off.

Monaco definitely met your expectations. Everything just captivated your attention so much that you wouldn’t be surprised if you started to drool.

“Holy shit. Your home is absolutely stunning!” you gasp. He wheels your bags in as he exhales.

“Merci. Make yourself at home.”

Thankfully, the flight was quick so you both have plenty of energy to go out for a late night snack. He takes you to his; Favorite place in the world! You’ll see.

A little stand sits in the corner of the street.

“Lou makes one of the best crepes. Trust me, I’ve been a loyal customer since my school days.”

A little old lady is attending to customers, but stops as soon as she spots Charles. “Charlie! Chérie, je ne savais pas que tu étais de retour!” She makes her way around to hug him.

“Des projets de dernière minute, mais j'ai juste envie de manger une de tes incroyables crêpes,” he replies, as they pull away.

“And who is this pretty girl?” she questions as she looks at you, standing there patiently.

“Oop, hello. I’m a friend of Charles.” Lou smiles teasingly.

“Charlie, tu es là pour me dire que tu vas te marier?” Lou suddenly looks over the moon.

“Non!” he quickly shouts, so suddenly, you and Lou both jump a bit. Tight lipped, he apologizes.

“Like she said, we’re just friends."

The next morning after breakfast he recommends you bring something you can swim with. Skipping your way to his room, which he is kindly sacrificing for you, you roam through your luggage until you find a baby blue bikini.

“You don’t get sea sick by any means, right?” He looks over at you with scrunched brows underneath a pair of glossy black Ray Bans. You shake your head.

“Great.”

You make your way to a tiny boat before he helps you settle in. You grab his hand softly as you step into it. A single touch of electricity seems to link your fingertips. It catches you both so off guard that he lets go of you so swiftly, you don’t even notice as you plunge into the water.

You let out a quick yelp before you go underwater and his hands fly to his head in embarrassment. You resurface with wet hair covering your face.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry!” he apologizes before extending his arm out for you to grab. Pushing your hair out of your face, you giggle.

“It’s okay, I got it.”

Once you independently get on the boat, he unties the rope off the deck and takes a seat himself to drive you both to the unknown destination.

“Pretty please, can I know now where we’re going?” you squeal with puppy eyes.

Lord help me, he thinks before replying. “We’re going to a little island I love. Îles de Lérins.” You look ahead, nodding patiently. “It’s beautiful, you’ll see.”

When you arrive it’s easy to understand that there doesn’t seem to be that many people. You basically have the place to yourselves.

He helps you off, not dropping you this time. There’s a small trail you both begin to take. It’s something peaceful, the moment you’re in. You almost wish to fit it into a snow globe.

“My parents would always bring my brothers and I here all the time during summer when we were younger,” Charles confesses.

“You have brothers?”

He turns to look at you, then continues ahead. “Yes. Two.” He kicks a rock out of his way, but something you didn’t know was just how clumsy this man child could be.

“Ouch!” you groan in pain as your hand flies up to your nose.

“Jesus! What’s wrong with me today? Are you okay? I’m so sorry!” He runs to you all panicky now.

You take it back. Break the goddamn snow globe.

You try tilting your head back to ease the blood pouring out your nose before he gently grips your face to gain your attention. You scrunch your eyes, sun suddenly blinding you. Quickly, he takes off his glasses and places them over your eyes. As you open them you notice he’s shirtless. He places his shirt on your nose to clean you up. You flinch a bit.

Instantly, you’re thankful for the sunglasses because wondering eyes were all you could give him. His lean muscles were just begging to be praised.

You shake your head before taking the Puma shirt from him. “Thanks,” you mutter as you focus on a nearby tree. “Starting to think you might hate me or something.”

“Of course not... I could never hate you!” His voice cracks in nervousness. You snicker.

After a bit more wiping, you are as good as new. You both decide to take a dip while the water feels good. You strip from your Levi shorts and t-shirt. Dipping a toe to test the temperature, you shoot him two thumbs up.

The ocean feels so fresh and silky against your skin. You can’t seem to remember the last time you’ve enjoyed someone’s company like this, even if they almost ruled you to the ends of Earth. Two fingers press against your neck. You spring one eye open and you see Charles biting down on his thumb. He relaxes.

“Sorry, I thought you crossed the line to the afterlife.”

You tread water to stretch your legs out. “I’m fine.”

He takes this time to note things he hadn’t paid attention to before. Like how your lashes pin against your skin since they’re wet. Or how a tiny bit of freckles are sprinkled on your nose. He curses himself for not having seen it any sooner. Pretty was an understatement. You were extraordinary.

A few hours later you guys are back at his house sharing a pizza. Pepperoni, you both loved a classic.

“There’s no bruise,” he points out almost proudly. You shoot a playful scowl. He walks over to the T.V. and clicks the remote. “Monte Carlo?”

He loved it, the way you said he would. He especially enjoyed watching how much you loved it.

“This movie was too ahead of its time,” you confirm as you dig your feet under the blanket you had curled into.

“Well at least Grace and Theo got their happily ever after,” he pronounces. You shoot an impressed look. “What? I was listening.” You crawl up next to him and pat his cheek. His dimples pop out from how hard he’s smiling.

He can’t help it the moment he reaches to cradle your face to press your lips together. He can’t help but let a moan slip out when you finally kiss him back.

Finally, he picks you up to adjust you on his lap, which you comfortably settle into. You feel him underneath you so clearly you can’t help but move your hips. He feels so good.

The heated moment continues as he wraps his hands around the curve of your ass. You pull away as your lips move down to his neck. He almost gasps the moment you lick down his throat. It doesn’t help that you’ve been keeping your hips in motion.

He almost passes out the moment your lips move to his ear and ask, no, beg; Let me taste you, please. How could he ever deny such offer?

Making your way down to your knees, he adjusts himself on the couch. He thinks to himself that if he were standing he would’ve made a fool out of himself because just the sight of you in front of him has him choking on his own breath. You just look so pretty.

You tug his shorts down, along with his boxers, and bite down on your lip as you grab his cock, softly. He has to stop himself from jerking into your hand. Precum sprouting from his tip. You can’t wait as you take kitten licks. Fuck, he whimpers. The sound of his voice makes you squeeze your thighs together.

Wrapping your lips around him, your hands reach to balance yourself against his thighs. You moan at the feeling of having him inside your mouth, drooling all over his lap.

This itself, is too much for Charles and thinks he’ll barely even be able to survive as his head turns against the couch' pillow with closed lids. You start bobbing your head and one hand flings down to jerk off what you can’t reach. He groans at the feeling.

You start off slow but suddenly start picking up your pace. He opens his eyes, dazed, to catch a glimpse of you on your knees and this sight is something he won’t be able to forget even if he tried. With glassy eyes, you look up at him. You make a show of releasing your lips from his cock as you lap your tongue along it. Before going back at it, you twirl your tongue a couple of times around his tip before giving it a quick suck, then deep throat him.

He grits his teeth as if to help deal with any of this but when you start toying with yourself he lets out the loudest whine he’s ever produced. You look up smiling, grazing your teeth lightly along him and he hisses at the feeling. Proudly, you fit him back into your mouth.

“God, your mouth feels so fucking good,” he manages to get out before you solely start jerking him off.

“What about my hands?” you seductively tease. The sounds coming from both your hands and his cock should be considered a sin itself. He groans as he looks back to make eye contact with you.

“Your hands too, baby.”

He knows he’s close the moment you twist your wrist perfectly. So so good. You know he’s close when he begins to twitch underneath your fingertips.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” he chants as you continue your dirty movements. He makes sure to look at you, focused, eyes drawn to his cock.

“Cum for me, Charles,” you coo as he finally bucks his hips into your hands and hot cum shoots all over your face. You wickedly smile as your lips reach his cock to continue swallowing the rest that is being released. He grabs you face to pull you off him and hauls you once again onto his lap. He’s about to kiss you before you pull away and point at the mess on your face.

You wipe two fingers along your face and bring them to your mouth to clean them off. A pop is released when you let go. He shudders.

This is the moment, Charles realizes, he’s so screwed.

When you make it back to Italy you realize that all you’ll have are a few fleeting moments together. With Charles going back to racing and you continuing your online classes, you’re both bound to be booked.

Though, Charles just isn’t ready to let you go. And a fucked up man will make fucked up choices when due.

So, he strings you along with him to the Miami GP. He realizes there’s a strong chance you might bump shoulders with Lando, but to be completely honest, he was past caring. He was completely smitten with you.

You wear your white summer dress as you are sprawled on his hotel bed. You’re a mess.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you whimper as Charles fingers slip in and out of you. He’s feverishly kissing down the side of your thighs, bites left in between. You groan in slight pain as you tug on his soft hair. This man has brought out the moon and stars, for you.

“C’mon baby, look at me,” he whispers as he paints you with hickeys in between your legs. Somewhere no one else will ever be able to catch a glimpse of. You nod your head as you look down to find him gripping your dress over your thighs, eating you out like a starved man. You shut your eyes as you release a few soft pants, the heels of your feet press deeper against his Ferrari polo.

“Open you’re eyes.”

You shake your head. You wish you could look at him, you really wanted to, but it’s just too much take in. You wanted to make this last.

But Charles was greedy. He wanted to taste you. He stops everything all at once. You let out a cry. Fuck him.

You bring your arms around his neck, loosely, as he kisses your shoulder. “Why’d you stop?”

“You weren’t looking at me.”

With all your strength you open your glittered eyelids.

“That’s a good girl,” he coos as he picks you up and sits you at the edge of the bed. You look down at him confused as he gets on his knees in front of you.

“If you can’t look at me, then you’re going to have to look at yourself,” he directs as he begins to push your dress back up your waist. You lean against your elbows as you realize what other than Charles is in front of you.

A shiny glass mirror.

With a slightly open mouth you’re about to protest before Charles picks up right where he left off. He spits on your clit before rubbing it. You bite down on your bottom lip so hard, you draw blood.

“Don’t tell me I have to get you to moan now?” Charles stares at you with furrowed brows. You shake your head no before he kisses your knee. “Good.”

He makes sure you look straight at your reflection before he curls his fingers inside of you. You mewl at the touch. Your legs beg to bring him closer.

He lets out a light chuckle before repeating his motion. With sleepy eyes, you stare at the way your legs rest against his shoulders. You had painted your nails bloody mary a few nights before, in support of him and his team. Your face all fucked up singly by Charles’ long fingers and delicate touch, red lipstick all over your mouth from how heavy your make out with Charles had been.

To him, you looked like an angel.

You squeal as he presses his nose against your pussy. You grind against his face. He pulls away and you whine, looking at him desperately.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re okay,” he reassures you as he moves up to kiss your cheek and then your pouty lips.

“Cha, please,” you beg hopelessly. He grins as he pushes your hair out of your face and runs his thumb across your lips trying to clean you up a bit.

You take a chance and wrap your lips around his finger, and you begin to suck. Expertly, you swirl your tongue. Eyes look back at him, almost challenging. He lets out a strained groan.

With all the willpower he has left, he removes his finger from your mouth. Nicely wet, he presses it back where you needed him the most.

“Thank you, baby, you shouldn’t have.” You cry out at the sudden size of his thumb now being inside of you. He switches out his thumb for his middle and ring finger. You throw your head back. All the back and forth almost has you blacking out a few times. Charles gives you a quick peck, fingers building speed, as he pulls your dress down a bit to release your plump tits.

Now he’s at a loss for words. Quickly, he regains his composure and starts sucking on your left nipple, legs squeezing around his waist as a reflex. One hand flies to the back of his head as one makes its way to cup his cheek adoringly.

He moans against you, sucking hard before moving his attention to your right nipple. The way you’re wailing against him has him painfully hard against his jeans.

“Yes, God yes right there, Charlie,” you let out as you grind against his hand. He detaches his lips from your chest as he smiles up at you.

“I’m right here, baby. Cum for me, yeah?” You let out the most pornographic moan as you finish around his hand. Tears make their way down your cheeks. Cleans his fingers, he shuts his eyes satisfied, before he towers over your body, pressing kisses all over.

You giggle. “That tickles." The 25 year old’s heart doubles in size at the sound of your fucked out voice.

“Why don’t we get you cleaned up before the race?”

The race results weren't the best Charles has had, that’s for sure. Head hung, he makes his way to his motorhome. There he finds you on the tiny little bed, curled up, watching the rest of the ongoing interviews. As soon as you notice him you jump up to your feet and walk to him.

It's almost as if you knew how down he was feeling when you wrap your arms around his waist and pressing your face against his chest. He instantly feels better as his arms swaddle over your shoulders, chin atop your pretty hair.

“You did good,” you mumble. You press a faint kiss on his suit before looking up.

“I fucked up. I got P7.”

You frown at him before holding his face between your soft palms. “P7 is good, what do you mean?” He just shakes his head. “You’ve never heard of seven being a lucky number?”

He scoffs, but not at you, never you. More at himself. “Lucky?”

You pull away and sit back on his bed. “Oh yeah, seven bring all the luck in the world!” you squeal, as you plop on the bed. He laughs lightly as he lies beside you.

“Guess I’ll just take your word for it.” He hums with his eyes closed.

You turn on your side as you try to memorize his face. Like the small mole that sits on the left side of his face that makes him even more handsome, if anyone asks for your opinion. You scold yourself for not having noticed it before. As if to fix things, you name it one of your favorite things about him.

“You should. Things will get better, you’ll see.”

For once, he really believes it.

You both are walking out of the Ferrari home when you're suddenly stopped by someone calling Charles’ name.

“Hey, Charles! Great race man!” A familiar voice rings through the air before you both have a chance to turn around. Both you and Charles, unknowingly of one another, want to make a run for it.

“Thanks, Lando,” Charles replies as he prays he might not notice you. But a girl as beautiful as you can’t go forgotten.

“Holy shit it’s you!” Lando wails as he instantly recognizes you from dinner a few months ago. You cringe. What the chances?

“Hi,” you squeak as you hide behind Charles a bit. You had no idea Lando was a Formula 1 driver too. You ought to do your research better next time.

“Mate! This is the chick I was telling you about over dinner last time!” Lando says, eyes almost popping out of his face from the shock he’s in.

“You don’t sayyyy.” Charles tries to hide it, though inside he’s freaking out as if he’s broken every FIA rule in the book.

“Hey, I want to say sorry for that night, I should have been more clear,” Lando begins to spill his apologies, as all you can do is silently stand there, accepting them all.

“Of course. Long forgotten,” you comfort the Brit. He’s actually a pretty sweet guy.

“Charles, I’ll wait for you outside, alright?” you utter as he nods. Once you walk out, he turns to Lando frantically.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that was the same girl you were upset about!” he tells him. Liar. “You must be mad at me and I get it-”

“Nope.”

Charles stares back, caught off guard by Lando’s response.

“You’re not?”

Lando rolls his eyes. “I’m not. I just hope you realize what she’s capable of.” He leans in closer to Charles’ ear and Charles leans in too, expectantly. “I’ve heard stories, man…”

Charles immediately pulls away. “Okay, we’re done here. Bye mate!”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

But Charles knew you better. He saw the way you looked at him. The way you felt. You were different. Fuck your following reputation.

“Ready?”

When you got back from Miami, something had shifted. He couldn’t quite name the moment it had, but he was sure of it. He didn’t care though. He would put up with just about anything as long as that meant having you around.

“And then he told me to test the car again, said it was fixed. Fixed my ass!” Charles tells you over FaceTime. You were sitting in your bedroom, painting nonsense on a canvas. You wore some old overalls with loose space buns. Strands of hair would hit the paint from how messy it was.

“No way,” you say, not looking up. Charles smiles fondly.

“You look lovely by the way.” Though, you don’t seem to catch his affirmation for you. Your eyes are focused on something out of frame, in front of you. A quick smirk appears on your face but slips so fast that he almost begins to think he’s imagined it.

“Thank you, Charles,” you reply with a much bigger smile now. “Hey, how about I meet you at your house at 9? I’ll cook you a nice meal, promise.”

Like always, he knows he shouldn’t ask and also knows he can’t say no to you.

“I’ll be waiting.”

That night when you step into his house he notices things he wishes weren’t there. Like how your hair was a tad bit messy or how there were light bruises on your neck. He knows those didn’t come from him. He’d always been mindful to mark you in places no one else could admire, just him. Something bugs him knowing someone has seen them already.

“I’m so sorry I’m late." You rush in with bags from the nearby market, the one just around the corner from his flat.

“No worries. So, what will we be cooking, my little chef?”

That night you seem so infatuated by him, he truly thinks this all was his imagination. Maybe the wind blew your hair on your way here; he should have offered to pick you up. Maybe he forgot he had also marked your neck; he’ll make sure to be more careful next time.

He wraps his arms around your waist as you cut pieces of basil. Giggling, you turn around to peck his lips. Craving more from you, he lifts you up onto the kitchen island. He stands in between your legs as you stare up at him, ever a vixen.

As you lock lips, he picks you up, you yelp all giddy. He makes his way over to his bedroom, your lips lingering on his neck, he almost drops you from how good it feels.

“Careful, don’t need another wack in the face,” you mumble from his neck, light spirited. He rolls his eyes at your comment, but yeah, he should probably focus.

Finally reaching his room, he kicks the door open so hard, it flies and instantly makes a hole through the wall. You gasp as he groans.

“Fuck it, it’s fine,” he murmurs as he takes you to his bed where he drops you. You giggle as your hair covers your face, he makes his way to hover over you and brush it away.

“You know I would do anything for you?” he asks, tenderness lacing his voice.

You stare back at him with bright and eager eyes. “Yeah. I know.”

He smiles as he leans down to kiss you and you instantly melt into the mattress beneath you. He kisses you so fast, so hot, that it has you feeling lightheaded. I’ve been kissed before but never, ever, like this, you think as he slips his tongue as a quick trick. You moan with pleasure. He smiles into the kiss.

He picks his head up to get a good look at the angel the universe had ever so nicely sent his way. He caresses you gingerly. “Are you sure, chérie?”

You nod up and down eagerly, ready for more he’s willing to give. You are so desperate you would gladly take anything as long as it's from him. A flash of sadness strikes your face before it’s replaced with a warm smile.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” he comforts you as he begins to take a step back. You quickly hold onto his veiny arm.

“I want to,” you confirm. You bring him back to you as you kiss him for the millionth time that night. Even that would never be enough.

His hands make their way to slip your dress off. Once you're left in your matching lingerie, you push him on his back and straddle him.

“Holy shit,” he nervously laughs as you started to unbutton his linen shirt. He pulls his arm out as you sloppily brush your lips down his smooth chest, fingers tracing his firm abs. Then, as you’re about to pull his pants down, he grabs your hands firmly. You glance at him, confusion written all over your face.

“Ladies first,” he teases. You roll your eyes, but still slip out a quick, okay, before settling under him once again. He kisses down your neck gently as you hum out, finding peace with his lips hovering your body. Every new kiss he places on your soft skin makes you feel thousands of butterflies. You’d never experienced something like this before, you’ve never felt so flawless.

Clumsy fingers roam your back as he unclips your bra then strips you from your panties. Seeing you completely bare has his dumbstruck. This is something he could easily get used to.

His hands make their way to squeeze your tits, your head digs deeper into the mattress as you release a soft whimpers. Charles grows harder by the second, already getting rid of the rest of his clothes as quickly as he can.

He tugs you closer to him by your legs. A laugh rolls past your lips. Resting both arms by either side of your head, he pushes into you. Synchronously, you both let out a moan. You dig your nails into his shoulder as he grips onto the sheets.

You feel so tight around him that it takes all of him not to lose control. You throw your arm over your face, face scrunched.

Putting his feelings aside, Charles leans down and plants a kiss on your arm. “C’mon baby, not again. Look at me.”

“I can’t…,” you cry out weakly, “...too big.”

“You just have to adjust,” he reassures you as he begins to move in and out of you. Your arms fly up to his neck and you grab on tight, as if he’s keeping you ashore. You moan loudly.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispers as he thrusts deep inside of you. Your velvety walls feel like home to him and he never wants to leave.

You squirm when his cock hits your sweet spot. You yell into the nothingness and your grip on his hair tightens so much, he groans at the sensation. His hips pick up speed, and suddenly, he’s kissing you again. You whine into his lips, needy for more. Harder.

As if he could read your mind, that's exactly what he does. Your lips form a silent O as you stare at him with eyebrows drawn together. He just feel so fucking good.

“Fuck baby,” he groans, voice deep. You shiver at the sound. “God, you feel so good, you’re doing so good,” he praises you as he now looks into your eyes. You wail in response, too fucked up to form any kind of sentence.

“I love you so much,” he announces so suddenly, you almost push him away. He keeps moving rapidly as he makes out with you eagerly.

As you kiss him back you realize something scary; you love Charles Leclerc. You think you’ve loved him for a while now, but having never been in love, you didn’t seem to notice the feeling. But you do now.

“I love you, too,” you murmur against his lips. When he pulls away you notice you’ve never seen him smile so big. You like being the reason behind it.

He immediately pounds into you harder, not holding back anymore and you’re both a mess. You moan so loud, you’re almost embarrassed but Charles seems to love it.

“If you love me,” he pants, “then tell me his name.”

He continues normally, but you swear you feel your heart stop. There’s no way.

“What are you talking about?” you manage to spit out, but the way he’s handling your body has you seeing stars.

“Please,” a desperate look flashes across his face, “just tell me his name.” His watch covered hand makes its way to your clit and he pushes his finger against it. God, his fingers are so-

“There’s no one.” Liar. “There’s just you.”

With that, you flip him over so now you’re on top of him. Hastily, you start to ride him, making sure to move your hips just the way he likes it. His head falls back against the bed frame as his fingers dig into your hips. You bite your swollen lips in slight pain, but also, just by looking at his current state.

Cheeks slightly pink with sweaty hair covering his face. Long disheveled hair that you pressed him not to trim quite yet. What a sight for sore eyes.

“Please,” he chokes out, “just tell me his name and I swear I’ll never bring it up again.” He opens his eyes to look up at you. His voice hitches when he sees you hopping on his dick, tits bouncing up and down. You throw your head back and circle your hips much harder.

“Fuck.” Charles gasps as he reaches up to attach his lips to your chest. He licks before softly biting down against your bud. You exhale sharply. He then lays back and holds onto your hips harder before helping you move on top of him. Wrapped around him, the motion between both of you picks up so fast you start shaking your head no.

“Yes, amour, say it. Please just tell me before I lose my fucking mind,” he grunts as he stares down at your juices as they make the filthiest sound against his own.

“I swear Charles, I promise, that I have never loved anyone the way I do you,” you confess as you sink your nails against his chest, red marks instantly mapping themselves down.

“Beautiful fucking liar.” Charles smirks as he moves his fingers against your clit rapidly. With that, your walls clench around him as you cum so hard around him he can’t help but follow. You moan loudly as you fall against his chest as he groans lowly.

Trying to even your breathing, you grab onto his hand. Instantly, he brings it up against his lips. Just the touch of his makes you want to ride him until you can’t no more.

You meant what you said that night. Though you both should have known better. Being naive can’t always last forever.

“Then she left a note saying it’s best we just remain friends,” Charles reveals a few nights later over dinner. Everyone shares glances of empathy to the distraught Monegasque. Even Lando.

“It’s alright man, you’ll be over her before you know it,” Lando states as he shares a knowing smile. Charles bites down on his tongue knowing all this pent of anger wasn’t towards Lando. Not even for you.

He would like to say that he learned his lesson and that he should have listened to everyone, all the warning signs that glowed above his head. But he knows damn well he would do it all over again if given the chance. He would say, do anything, to change your mind. To make you stay, but people like you never settled.

Moping, Charles changes the topic as he begins asking how everyone’s break was. He didn’t really care, but he tried to pretend.

Out of breath, Oscar rushes over to the table. “Sorry I’m late,” he says as he sits down in between Lando and Charles.

“No worries, mate, Charles was just filling us in on his expired love life,” Daniel fills in, nonchalantly. Charles immediately shoots a dry frown. Daniel shares an apologetic shrug.

“Oh. That sucks man,” the young Australian replies as he gulps down some water. “Speaking of love lives, you guys won’t believe it! I just met the prettiest girl of my entire life just now outside of the restaurant!”

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #f1 x reader #f1 #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc imagines #f1 imagine

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nanivinsmoke · 2 months

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Milky

the way I’ve been thinking about this man and i don’t even watch jjk, ughhh i love dilfs

husband!Toji x F!reader

summary: a month after you had your baby, you’re lactating and toji can’t help but to taste…

warnings: you already know that if it’s toji it’s gonna be nothing but FUCKING. we got lactation, creampie, nipple play and more! minors dni and i mean it!

your breasts were looking bigger than before and you had to thank your child for that. ever since you had got pregnant with your baby, your breasts have doubled in size. and after you gave birth they had gotten more full due to you producing milk. they had became more sensitive too, even the slightest brush against them would cause your supply to leak. even although you were hesitant about the change in your body, you had slowly grew to like it. you loved your stretch marks that were painted on your skin and the glow that stayed even after your pregnancy.

but, you weren’t the only one loving the change to your body. your husband couldn’t keep his hands off of you. he loved your pudge, the stretch marks that were all over your ass and most of all he loved your boobs. he made sure you felt loved during this time too and never judged your for how your body changed either.

the three of you were currently at your close friends house. they were throwing a barbecue and you decided this would be the perfect time for everyone to meet your newest edition. you were wearing a yellow sundress that accentuated your curves. you looked how you felt, beautiful. toji couldn’t keep his eyes off of you the whole time you guys were there either. every time you moved his eyes followed and he could feel himself harden when you leaned down to pick up your baby, which gave him a view of your full and perky breasts.

“damn toji. don’t pounce on her, she just had a baby!” gojo joked, catching his friend stare you down. toji chuckled and looked away, trying to make himself relax so his boner would go down. “when was the last time you guys had sex?” gojo wondered, having no filter with his question. well, that’s just how gojo was, blunt and nosy. Toji sighed and picked up his half empty beer bottle, sipping what was left, “we hadn’t. i didn’t want to do anything with her ever since she had the baby. i wanted her to enjoy being a mother before doing things with her.”

toji had respected and loved you so much. he loved that you carried the love that you two shared into the world and wanted to give you space once the baby came into the world. yes, he wanted to have you around his cock every single second, but he knew that this beginning stage was very crucial for you and he did not want to mess it up. “damn could you marry me too?” the white haired male joked earning an elbow from toji, before he got up to go get them more beers.

after handing your small child to their godfather, nanami, you made your way over to the cooler as well; needing a cool drink to help beat the sun’s rays. as you dipped down in the cooler another hand met yours and you looked up, meeting gojo’s blue eyes. you smiled and grabbed your drink, before he pulled you into a hug. but, when you feel the coolness of his drink accidentally sweep over your nipples, you immediately pulled away and held yourself as you knew what would follow next.

toji immediately noticed what happened and before he could even reach you, you quickly walked away and into the big house behind you. he quickly turned to gojo, anger over his face as he wondered what the hell did he do to his wife. “nothing! i swear” but little did he know that he actually did.

toji quickly followed behind you, searching the house until he found you in the bathroom, standing away from the door with the top of your dress pulled down. his dick hardened in his pants as he watched the white fluid leak from your breasts. you moaned softly as milk continued to spill out from your nipples and onto your glowy skin. your nipples were overly sensitive and due the coldness from gojo’s drink, it had caused them to rapidly leak.

hearing you moan and the sight in front of him was enough for him to take you right there. he closed the door behind him, startling you, but you softened when you saw that it was your husband. “toji~” you spoke but was cut short from a moan leaving your lips. he said nothing, walking over to you before he reached up and fondled your breast. this time you moaned louder, which made you bite your lip in response. he wasted no time and brought both of your leaking nipples into his mouth, sucking and swallowing the sweet milk that flowed out.

you were a little worried though, not about having enough milk for the baby, but about if you were ever going to stop leaking. the more toji swirled his tongue around your perky buttons, the closer your orgasm came. “baby…~” you breathed out, your hand latching onto his raven colored hair, letting him know that you were close. he fondled your boobs more while he continued to drink your lactation, nibbling softly on your nipples as your climax approached you. your eyes rolled back as you squeezed your thighs together, cumming right in your spot.

milk poured out more heavily and he drank every last bit as you rode out your explosive orgasm. a ‘pop’ sound echoed once he removed himself from your nipples, droplets of milk evident on the corners of his mouth which he happily licked up. “taste so sweet~” he whispered, pulling you into a kiss, letting you taste what you created. his hands reached around your lower back, pushing you into him causing you to feel his boner.

“look at how you got me….shit!” he groaned when he felt you palm his cock through his pants. you rubbed and massaged his cock, feeling it slightly twitch underneath his pants. he whimpered and parted his lips from yours, “please….”. you said nothing and instead grabbed one of his hands and slid it underneath your dress, with no panties he was able to feel how soaked you were. you were beyond ready. you pushed him to the closed toilet a few feet away, kicking off your dress and sandals before you hopped on his lap.

toji finally freed his boner from his pants, letting it’s thickness spring to life and his mushroom tip to almost his the top of your pussy. wasting no time, you angled it and slowly pushed him inside. he held your hips tightly, groaning from the sensation. it’s like after you had a baby you became even more tighter than before. but, he didn’t mind stretching you out again. once he was all the way inside, you slowly rolled your hips making his cock stretch you just the way it used to, his tip teasing your spot.

hearing you moan his name once more was a sign for him to start moving. he gripped your ass and brought his hips up each time you moved, making a suction sound go off while your skin met each other. “filling me up so much—missed this cock~” you said above a whisper, holding onto his shoulder for support as she began fucking you at a faster pace.

each time his balls hit the base of your cunt it sent flutters inside of you, making you clench tighter around him. “fuck—so f-fucking tight” he groaned and grabbed both of your ass cheeks, spreading them apart, bringing you down harder on his cock. you yelped out in response and collapsed on his chest while he drilled you harder. the more he fucked you the more harder it became for him to control himself.

he was fucking you so hard and deep, yet it felt so good. so fucking good that your breasts started to leak against him in response. the mirror in front of him showed him everything, the way your pussy clung to his cock and the way your slick started to stick and create cream made him go insane. “daddy, you’re so…..—deep~” he was on your spot each time he thrusted into you, making your orgasm come quicker and harder than before. his cock twitched inside of you, signaling that he was close behind.

you lifted up off of his chest and placed one of your boobs into his mouth, which he quickly latched onto, allowing him suck the milk that spewed out from your nipples. his pace got faster and he was now fucking you harder than before, you were surprised that the two of you didn’t break the toilet. “make me cum all over your cock—yes” you persuaded, looking down into his eyes and watching him drink up all of your milk.

the pit of your stomach exploded and washed all over your body, which resulted in you babbling his name as you came all over him. toji continued to fuck your cunt silly with his own orgasm right behind yours. and with a few more pumps he pushed your hips down, emptying his warm load inside of you. your milk drowned his tongue, spilling out the sides of his mouth and running down his face; your orgasm still as intense just like when you first started.

finally coming down from the the high, you pulled away from him, your breathing both in in sync with one another; as you stared at your husband with nothing but love. you needed this so badly and your body thanked him for it. he helped you stand up and get redressed, fixing himself up in the process before you two left the sex filled bathroom.

while the two of you walked back to the backyard where nanami and gojo were entertaining your baby, toji pulled you close and whispered into your ear “im going to put baby number two into you tonight”

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justlemmeadoreyou · 9 months

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For you

(part 2 to waiting)

Anonymous asked: please please do a pt 2 of waiting it’s a needddd

Anonymous asked: Can we PLEASE get a part two for waiting?? I like, NEED it! And thank you for your amazing writing 💖💖

and, its here!!! a lot of you sent me asks and messages, so i decided to post it!! the last time i did, i got a lot of negative feedback, so, please, forgive me if this was not up to your expectations.

word count: 1k

pairing: boyfriend!harry x reader

warnings: angst, swearing.

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Throwing the phone away as soon as you cut the call, you broke down all over again. Wails and sobs filled the room, as you cried your heart out. You did not want to talk like that with him, it hurt your heart in the deepest ways. The way he sounded so…broken and defeated, made you regret saying everything you already had.

With swollen eyes, you got up to use the washroom. As soon as you went inside, the condition made you retch, but where else would you go? It definitely needed cleaning if you were planning on moving back.

You washed your face too, and came out to look for a towel. That’s when you heard it.

The doorbell.

Nobody knew you, or anyone was living here. Unless…

Getting a peek through the door viewer, your suspicions were confirmed.

It was Harry.

“Harry?”

His condition was…miserable. Bags under his eyes, all reddened up and showing hints of tears, suggesting he might’ve cried on the way here. He couldn’t even stand properly. You grabbed him when he began to stumble, and pulled him inside, locking the door.

“Oh fuck!” he cursed, as you pulled him down on the floor- “Y/n! Am I actually seeing you? Did you forgive me? Or am I dreaming? Where am I?”

“Harry…”

Was all you could say, even though there was an ocean of words wanting to make their way past your lips.

“Oh, you look so beautiful! Your skin is glowy” he said, squishing your cheeks together in his palms “You look so ethereal. But seriously? Am I dreaming? Because if I am, then I need to wake up because that would mean either I passed out or am sleeping, but I don’t remember sleeping. I just remember driving. Or did I get in an accident and–” You put your hand immediately on his mouth, to stop him from saying anything else. Those were the words you never wanted to hear, even in your worst nightmares.

“Shh,” you pulled him into you, resting yourself against the door so he could put his head on your lap. “I’m here, Harry, and I am real. You aren’t dreaming. You were driving and I was mad at you, and then you asked me where I wan, then cut the call—how did you figure out I was here?”

“I just–you know–just figured it out. You wouldn’t have gone to a friend’s because that was too much work, explaining everything, and I figured you were tired. And besides our house, this is the only place left for you to be alone.”

“Mmm”

“So, you forgive me? Or you don’t? Love, why are you crying?” he said, sheepishly wiping off a few tears that had escaped, wiping them into his unbuttoned shirt.

“I just…feel bad. For talking to you like that. What if something actually happened to you? I would never have forgiven myself. I yelled at you for no reason, and you were already drunk and you sounded sad. And I swear, I was just too angry at that moment. I never want anything bad–anything bad, happening to you” tears flew down your cheeks, and fell on his neck. He didn’t bother wiping them. Just looked up at you as you broke down.

“It’s not your fault. I was a proper dick today, wasn’t I? Could’ve atleast texted you that I…was, I-I would be late.”

“Why were you late? Did you not want to come?”

“No! No, I did. I even was planning on buying flowers for you. So so many. And then-and-and then kissing you and hugging you. And never leaving your side.” A tear fell from the side of his eye.

“No, baby, don’t cry. It’s-It’s alright.” you wiped the tears from the side of his eye, and he continued.

“I’m so fucking sorry for today. I know that it’s really early, but I love you. Lots and lots of love. And I was just-just get scared that I don’t deserve you. You do so much for our relationship. And I don’t put that much effort. I never have.I just get so caught up with work and my career, that I don’t realize that my life is so much bigger than just that. My life is you. Even today, I was enjoying with the guys, and the alarm I had put for our date rang. I didn’t realize it was that, and I-I ended it. About one hour later, when-when one of them brought up your name, I remembered.”

You took a deep breath. You were really not expecting that. You just thought that he was enjoying with the guys, and would rather do that than go out with you. But, you were wrong.This was your H. He would never do that.

“It’s okay, H.It really is. And I understand, alright? I know we are not like a trivial couple, our relationship is different. Special. Your job demands more of you than others, and you have to give in that extra. Music is your life, and I don’t ever want to take any of that away from you, okay? Next time, maybe we will plan our date on a day when you’re free. It maybe the next week, or month, whatever. Okay? And I love you too. Lots and lots and lots” you gave him a kiss on his forehead. “And don’t worry about me. We are together. We will be together, for as long as you like. I am not going anywhere. Never away from you. And I am also so fucking sorry for treating you badly.”

“Don’t apologize. I deserved it.”

“No, you don’t. You deserve love. Lots of love. Come here.”

He climbed up, hugging you tighter, and resting his face on your neck. You hugged him back, never wanting to let go.

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whynotjohnlock · 6 months

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Doctor x ADHD reader

^ My mental state at any given time when anyone asks about what happened yesterday.

Warnings: fluff, It might be a tad long, Grammar mistakes, you may feel slightly offended if you're a nerotipical person, the author wrote this because they didn't want to sleep and needed comfort.

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You'd forgotten something again. Was it about your job? Your family? Your friends you hadn't kept up with because you had misremembered the dates for? That one hyper fixation that you had today?

Nothing matched. Your brain was screaming at you for the time you wasted rethinking about what you had forgotten; but nothing came to mind.

A normal day then.

Then, as a distraction from your thoghts a high tech laser blaster thing punched through a brick wall and you started running for your life. Again.

There were alien pepper shaker robots with plungers. Why where they just repeating themselves over and over? Was that just how they spoke, or was there more to it? Was it nessasary to the way they shot lasers?

"Exterminate! Exterminate!" A laser jolted and swished right next to you.

"Right, I have to run."

And run.

And run. Except, now you had to not crash onto the person-

To late.

"Oh, hello humans! Is this your way of saying hello? Did I miss a decade?"

You reluctanly graped the strange man's hand. You were not fazed by the oddness in the queston; your thoghts were stranger. "I don't think so. It's just the fact that there are alien pepper shakers with plungers after us."

The man's face darkened, his youthful peesona flown out the window. "Where?"

You knew that the police would be of no help and the sadness in this man's eyes seemed to be familiar. "Can you help us if I tell you?"

"Short answer: Most likely."

"Now witch way?"

The question prompted eternal panic. Witch way was left? You couldn't remember. Were you facing north or south? You couldn't just point in a direction, because you had run in a extremely non-linear way.

Words had never been an accurate source of communication for you. Why were you this way? Well, you knew why; you had been diagnosed with ADHD, but that didn't answer your question. Why did you always forget the things you wanted to remember most? The strange man looked rather inpatient at your mental sputtering. You had to do something! So, you did the only thing you could think of at the time. Quickly you grabbed his outstretched hand and ran, guiding him though the chaotic path you had taken.

Your mind had not managed to retain much running for your life, but your feet did.

...Pass the blue house.

...Turning 90 degrees at the broken stop sign.

...Jaywalking around the stopped cars in the street.

...Turning again after the nameless black dog.

...Though a corporate building.

…And to the familiar building with the tin tanks.

your hand still fully clasped with this stranger you had just met, you spoke in between panting and gasping for air. "This is it. These are the alien metal tank creatures."

As if on cue, the screams not even across the blook started up again and an army of daleks (Not that you knew what they were called at the time) turned into view.

The madman lurched forward in outrage much like a predator looming in on their prey. He was unnerving. "Alright listen up! I am the Doctor, and you are the daleks! You have no right to this world, and It’s protected by none other than me. And you have made a grave mistake messing with me when I don’t have a companion, or anyone to holding me back. Leave before I run out of mercy."

"THE DOCTOR IS UNARMED. WE WILL DO NO SUCH THING."

EXTERMINATE!

A laser shot from the thingy that would have hit the silly man instead wiped by him as I pulled him into a run again.

Hiding behind a dumpster in an abandoned alley the Doctor fiddled around with a metal glowy stick and welded something together from his pockets quickly. "What are you doing?"

"No time to explain, get me some sort of electrical circuit board!"

"Will my phone work?"

Wordlessly the Doctor takes my phone, prys it from it's cashing, snaps it in half, and conects it to a very peculiar looking device.

EXTERMINATE!

The Daleks find us again but this time we don't run. The Doctor chucks the machine at the invasion party they aim towards us ready to end us.

EXTER-

The Doctor aims his tech stick toward the sky causing his device to activate. The result is instantaneous. Every dalek that was in front of us and firing ends up blowing up in several malformed chunks.

More daleks screech out words as they approach us. "EXPLAIN! EXPLAIN!"

"Ha! I've rerouted the your primary weapon to your self-distruct sequence by changing the commands signals! The doctor is never helpless unarmed, you lot should know that by now."

"RETREAT! RETREAT!"

The Daleks start to be enveloped by an otherworldly white glow and disappear all at once.

The mad man seems to return to an upbeat face and seems to slip his mask back on seamlessly as if the darkness never touched his eyes. He looked again to be a harmless Nerodiverrgent, clumsy and meek as if he hadn't just felled a armada of aliens ready to destroy the earth. he muttered under his breath about inter-galactic law, blissfully unaware of all the odd looks his direction who believed him insane.

It reminded you of the mask you had to put up for all the "Normal" people in your life. How many times had you stopped being every thing you were just for a brief connection?

"Hello, I think introductions are in order! what did you say your name was?"

You plunged back into the real world from your thoghts. "Y/N."

"Well, Y/N, you seem awfully calm considering your planet was just invaded."

"I could say the same thing about you. Also how did you do all that? Are you even human?"

"I'm the Doctor." The man enthusiasticly spoke as if that explained the anomalys of the day.

"Is the your last name or did you just have mean parents that named you Doctor?"

"I'm not human, and it's common for my species to have titles we choose for names."

"Right. I suppose another alien species isn't the weirdest thing that's happened today."

The Doctor broke out into a brilliant little grin. And reached into his coat pocket to grab a little black wallet thing. "Hold on I want to see if I'm right real quick. What's on this paper?"

"Um, It's blank?" I don't think I was catching whatever the silly man wanted me to see.

"You are clever! I knew it! And I do need a companion after...." The Doctor pauses in sorrow and pain.

"Y/N, how would you like to come with me?"

"Um, do you travel or something?"

"Oh, I forgot to mention it, haven't I? I go to lots and lots of different places and meet all sorts of aliens all the time. I hope you know most of them aren't like the Daleks. Millions of planets and galaxys and pulsars and planets up in the sky, one day I'll see them all."

It took a while to comprehend what silly man had just said. You adored the stars. And now this man you'd just met had really just asked you to go with him to see and go to places humans wouldn't go for maybe billions of years!? To boldy go were no one has gone before? (I'm an unapologetically ing references and I'm not sorry.) Was this heaven? Had you died in the Dalek attack?

"That sounds utterly fantastic! You're sure you want someone like me?"

"What are you talking about? You just saved my life and were fearless in the face of a world ending threat. If course I want someone like you."

"I just, usually people don't like the way I think."

The Doctor almost seemed offended. "Do I look like a usual person?"

"Good point."

I looked down in slight embarrassment for bringing it up.

"Hey look at me." The Doctor softly grabbed my shoulder and I tilted my face up to meet his sincere eyes.

"You know what I've found in my nine hundred years of life? I found out the people who get called Quiet or shy have the most interesting thoughts. I found out that the loneliest people end up being the kindest, that the people with disabilities have so much more grit and determination than the people that don't, that the people called slow are the most brilliant when they're done analyzing. that the so called freaks and weirdos of the world are twice as clever and twice as kind."

"Do you know why?" I was near tears and shook my head.

"Because people like you and me have to work twice as hard only to get half as far. We have strength, far beyond that the average eye can see because we're trying to make up for faults by working twice as hard. Our struggles make us more resilient, more creative, and better people. We take it apon ourselves to attempt to appear normal in an attempt to make connections, when in really they should be the ones understanding us."

"You humans are so silly we it comes to different ways of thinking. On gallifrey, you'd be celebrated, not punished for what you call a quote 'disorder'."

I hugged him. I hugged him harder and tighter than any stranger I'd ever hugged before.

Tears. Happy tears flew down my cheek. I loved this stranger, not for his looks or wacky demeanor.

But because there is that silly man's arms I knew again what it felt like to be understood.

We were standing in a world of unknowns, at top a street that had just been invaded but I knew one thing:

"I want to travel with you, Doctor."

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A/N: I'm sorry if you personally don't feel represented in the way I wrote (Y/N) having ADHD and ADD, but I want you to know that I'm only trying to share my experiences as I myself have been diagnosed. I don't want to shame anyone that shares my experiences; just bring them into the light.

#doctor who #doctor x reader #10th doctor #gender neutral reader #doctor who x male reader #11th doctor #tenth doctor #12th doctor #eleventh doctor #10th doctor x reader #adhd

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Put Me in a Movie - Chapter Two

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary - You’re a famous actress and he’s one of the greatest directors of all time. What happens when you get cast in his new movie?

Chapter One

There was nothing essential to do right now. You had the opportunity to lounge around in your house so you took it. Later, you would have to get ready for an event you were invited to. You loved dressing up and attending events. They made you feel like an important person, but you loved being comfortable even more.

You stayed in bed thirty minutes after waking up just scrolling through Instagram and TikTok. The edits fans made of you on red carpets or in movies always warmed your heart. You remember being one of those fangirls and how much getting recognized by one of your idols would mean to you.

Stella called you about five minutes after you got up to use the bathroom. She was calling to tell you that she has more information. You were going to play a Russian spy that falls in love with an American soldier during world war two. “And you’re getting paid a million dollars upfront as well as one percent of the total box office revenue. You are one lucky son of a bitch,” Stella laughed.

“Stella, you know I don’t like it when you say stuff like that,” you playfully scold your agent over the phone.

“Sorry, but it’s true. Anyways, you have a table ready to do tomorrow so please don’t get shit-faced at the event tonight. I know you like to party, but we can’t have another New York Fashion Week incident,” Stella remarked.

You were invited to New York Fashion Week two years ago and were never invited back. At the after-parties, you had one too many drinks, and the next thing you know, photos of you sleeping on the sidewalk were all over social media. Luckily, it only took two weeks for the media to forget about the whole incident. Let’s just say New York City is a place you don’t go unless you absolutely have to.

“I’m a good girl, Stella, I’ll have a few shots at the after-party and I’ll be on my merry way. No more sleeping on the sidewalk for me.”

“Fine, I’ll see you soon.”

You hung up the phone and sighed. Other than Stella, no one really ever talked to you. There were a few people here and there, but they were only interested in furthering their careers. There are shallow and fake people in Hollywood and you’ve definitely met a few. When you move to a city like this it’s almost inevitable. It’s like high school but worse.

You pushed the loneliness aside and turned on the television. There was never anything good during the mornings so you just settled for the regular old news channel. The two news reporters provided you with sufficient background noise to get you through the day.

Around two in the afternoon, your hair stylist, make-up artist, and stylist came over. The type of event you were attending tonight was a fashion show and then the after-party. You were the brand ambassador for the fashion house so you had to look your absolute best as you sat in the front row.

Your hair stylist and make-up artist did quick work on your already beautiful features. Your make-up artist went with a very natural and glowy look that would make you look ethereal. Your hairstylist lets your natural hair out and loose. Tonight you were just going for a simple yet classy look and you felt like doing an intricate hairstyle would take away from your face. Your stylist put you in the brand's latest design and complemented the way you looked in it.

You checked yourself out in the mirror and you were completely blown away by your beauty. This usually happens when you get all dolled up for a premier or an event. The last time you checked your phone it was two thirty, now it was five twenty-three and you needed to leave soon. You thanked everyone that enhanced your beauty today and waited for your driver.

The event was in the heart of downtown. Thirty minutes of sitting in the back seat of a limo with only the sound of you and your driver breathing was going to drive you insane. Thankfully, you made it to the event alive.

The designs on the runway were beautiful and camp. The fashion house had already showcased its ready-to-wear line last winter and was working on bringing in younger designers for some fresh ideas. You were paid to be here so you had to look interested and intrigued by the designs. You saw some pieces that you wanted and some that you absolutely loathed but by the end, you were ready to party.

The after-party was being held at some mansion in Beverly Hills. You don’t know how you got there, but does that really matter? Right now, you were doing shots in Beverly Hills of all places. Shot after shot after shot. The burn disappeared after the third one anyway.

You know you promised Stella not to get shit-faced again, but sometimes promises were meant to be broken. You were twenty-six after all and you were never going to be twenty-six ever again. Luckily, you weren't the type of drunk to get on the table and strip, but you were still sort of embarrassed by your state. It’s not your fault alcohol tastes so good.

Outside by the pool, you lay on one of the tanning chairs. You’re facing the night sky while also trying not to throw up. Your eyes are blinking slowly. You mentally fight with yourself not to fall asleep. You can’t fall asleep now! “You okay there?” A voice asks. The voice came from the left of you. You turn your head to see who was talking to you and you’re faced with one of the most majestic beings ever. His face is chiseled to the gods and his voice is smooth like butter, but also harsh like rocks. It’s hard to explain but it definitely does something to you. He looks like Adonis reincarnated.

“I’m fine. I think I just had too much to drink,” you slur your words a bit but they’re still understandable.

“Ya, I can see that,” he chuckles. He takes in your tired frame. Your make-up is a bit smudged from a night of partying but you still look beautiful nonetheless. “How about I take you home,” he offers.

“Woah there mister, you are obviously very attractive but I don’t just go home with people. I don’t even know your name,” you sat up. You must have sat up too fast because soon your head was pounding.

“Miguel,” he said, “Miguel O’Hara.”

You must have sobered up enough to get your act straight. This was Miguel O’Hara, the director you would be working for for the next few months. You couldn’t let him see you like this. You didn’t want him to think that you were just some drunk party girl that doesn’t take acting seriously.

“Oh, Mr. O’Hara. I’m-” You tried to introduce yourself but he just waved his hand causing you to shut your mouth.

“I know who you are,” he said, “Now, I don’t want my actors to show up to table reads with hangovers so I think it’s best if I take you home.”

You didn’t want to argue with him so you followed him to his car. It was a modest black Range Rover with a black leather interior.

“My address is-” You started but once again he interrupted you.

“I know where you live. Stella gave me your address after I told her that you were drunk.” You groaned, “Stella’s going to kill me. I promised her I wouldn’t get drunk.”

Miguel just smirked at you and pulled away from the house in Beverly Hills. As the two of you drove, you couldn’t get over the fact that you just decided to trust Miguel so fast. He was technically your boss for the next few months so you had to listen to him.

Miguel’s letting the radio play. He’s playing a station that plays old cumbia music but it does the opposite of its purpose. Instead of making you want to get up in dance, it lulls you into a deep and peaceful sleep.

Chapter Three

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x female reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader

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FAVORITE STUCKY FICS | 16/100

a special post of my fav holiday one-shots ❤

Newly fallen snow by @buckybees

[Post TWS, 2 309 words, Teen And Up Audiences]

Summary:

“Buck” said Steve, slowly, taking his hands. “It’s snowing”.

Recovering, adjusting, and not entirely sure he isn’t about to be snatched away again, Bucky celebrates his first Hanukkah since 1943. It’s not like it was before, but maybe, with Steve, that was starting to be okay.

Claw My Way to Your Heart by @wearing-tearing

[Modern AU, 6 546 words, Teen And Up Audiences]

Summary:

“You didn’t name your pet?” Dr. Rogers raises an eyebrow at him, obviously amused.

“She’s not my pet,” Bucky argues, and the look Dr. Rogers gives him makes it clear he knows Bucky is lying.

kiss me underneath the mistletoe (show me, baby, that you love me so) by @its-tortle

[Christmas fic, 2 514 words, General Audiences]

Summary:

Bucky looks around the room with an ever widening smile, making no move to take off his coat or boots. He’s trailing snow onto the carpet, but Steve has never given less of a fuck.

Because Bucky looks radiant. He looks more glowy than Steve thinks he’s seen him in months, with a Cheshire Cat grin and tinted cheeks and lights in his eyes. He spins on his axis once, twice, three, times. He laughs at the angel bearing a rough resemblance to himself.

Steve allows himself to think this whole thing was a good idea. “You like it?”

Bucky turns back to him with an incredulous joy. “You’re kidding, right? I love it. I don’t even know what to do with myself right now, I love it so much.”

Stumbling Love by @gigi-gigi

[Christmas fic, 12 137 words, Teen And Up Audiences]

Summary:

Steve’s alone at Christmas but an unusual invitation presents itself and turns his holidays into something else entirely.

Hooked on a feeling by @kalee60

[Roommates, 6 211 words, Explicit]

Summary:

Steve Rogers was in trouble. And not the kind that could land him in jail, or even earn him a fine or a sternly worded letter. This trouble started with a capital B and happened to be his roommate of three years.

He'd not intended to fall in love with Bucky, not at all - but he did, and now it was Christmas and he was starting to realise if he didn't say something soon, then he'd never find the courage to speak up.

But coming up with, and executing the perfect plan was far from easy, and on top of that - was Bucky even interested in him?

Steve finds himself with no choice but to put his harebrained scheme into motion and hope for the best.

It was Christmas after all, and wasn't that the most wonderful time of the year?

Happy Hanukkah, Bucky Barnes by Lasgalendil

[Holidays, 1 759 words, Teen And Up Audiences]

Summary:

"I’m like a bad penny, huh,” Bucky asked when they finally broke apart. “I just keep turnin’ up.”

“Least one of us gets our Hanukkah gelt,” Steve said, and leaned in to kiss him again.

A Little More Light by @hotcocoaharrington

[Pre-War, 7 587 words, General Audiences]

Summary:

“C’mon, Stevie. There’s no way I’m lettin’ you spend the holidays all alone. Besides, Ma’s expectin’ you, and if you don’t show she’s gonna be real upset,” Bucky prods, poking his toe into Steve’s side. They’re sprawled out on Steve’s ratty old sofa, Steve perched on one end, intently focused on whatever he’s drawing in that sketchbook of his, while Bucky takes up the rest of the couch by stretching across the cushions.

Steve’s pencil stills against the page, and he sets it down, a frown tugging at the corners of his lips as he fixes a thoroughly unimpressed stare onto Bucky. “Using your Ma to guilt me into crashing your holiday celebrations is a dirty, dirty trick, Barnes.”

“How many times do I hafta tell you, you ain’t crashin’ anything. We want you there,” Bucky assures, and bends down so his head falls into Steve’s line of sight, which has dropped back down to his sketchbook. Bucky’s practically lying in his lap now, and he reaches a hand up to touch Steve’s cheek, soft and gentle. “I want you there.”

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obae-me · 1 year

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Upside Down- CH 8

Author’s Notes: No MC’s perspective in this one, I thought I’d give our bros some time to bond, but don’t worry, we will be back with a vengeance soon!

Warnings: This chapter contains negative thoughts and panic attacks. As Always, Read Safely.

Word Count: 6436

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The Life of a Hero

Now was the time! The wind would howl, sweeping up stray leaves in its fervent swirl. The clouds would darken the sky. The birds would all flee from their perches in the trees at once, causing a cacophonous cry above their heads. He would feel his soul glow with the power of a demon, his fingertips tingling as magical symbols twisted off his body, his pact mark burning with the sensation of satisfaction. Of temptation. His shouting would rattle the very heavens!

“W…What are you doing?” Nothing but a gentle breeze blew past.

Mammon lowered his arms, looking at his hands, a sudden fire burning in his face. Where was the magic? The fanfare? The glowy stuff? “What’s it look like I’m doin’?!” He looked around at the empty field in front of them, growling, rushing back over to Levi’s side to look at the map. The crown icon was still up where it was before. They hadn’t even budged. “Did ya lie to me, huh?!” He shouted at the map, poking MC’s player icon repeatedly. Way to make him look like a fool. That was supposed to be his moment! How cool would that have been to just snatch them out from under the clutches of the demon before they’d even started the game? So much for his secret hopes of playing with them.

Levi took a moment to register what had happened before bursting out into laughter, his hand almost covering his mouth. “Did you just try casting a spell? OMG that was hilarious! The look on your face when nothing happened–”

“Shaddup!” Mammon snatched the map from Levi’s hands and turned his back on his brother, trying to make heads or tails of this thing. He paced around the forested area, watching his little icon make little circles over the map as he moved. “MC said it would bring them right to me whenever I needed!”

After he was laughing so hard his sides were hurting, Levi stopped his chuckling. “It’s probably because we’re in a video game, idiot.” He went to go habitually rest his hands in his jacket pockets, only to find that…right…they weren’t there. He rested one of his hands on the hilt of his sword instead. So cool! “The spell probably doesn’t work because you don’t have enough intelligence or mana to cast magic.”

“Hey!” At being insulted, Mammon almost crinkled the map in his hands. All the sudden, there was a little rush of wind, the forest seeming slightly darker for just a moment. Mammon seemed to blink out of existence just a second, reappearing right in front of Levi just in time to give him a shove. Levi’s suit of armor glowed, and while the gamer might’ve normally fallen over with such a strong push, his feet had never felt sturdier. It had meant to be a fight, but instead, both humans looked at themselves with wide eyes. “D-did you see me do that?” Mammon muttered.

“Uh-huh.” Levi had felt a little bit of doubt before, being thrust into this world on a whim. That and the whole demon thing was strange. But maybe…there was more to the world than he expected. Maybe the world wasn’t so dreary. Maybe he could be the hero this time…Which brought up another thing. “It’s possible that MC isn’t even a demon in this world,” Levi mentioned. “Maybe your pact doesn’t work here.”

Levi didn’t often get to see Mammon get upset anymore, not like this. The second oldest usually got mad or irritated, but it had felt like ages since he’d seen his brother’s face fall. “Ah. Y-yeah, that makes sense.”

“But maybe I’m wrong! Maybe we could find something to raise your magic stat and you can try that again later!” What…What was Levi doing? Comforting Mammon? But he couldn’t stand Mammon. Levi shook his head and came over to steal the map from his brother’s hands, able to figure out where they needed to go immediately. “This direction,” he pointed west from where they were standing. “There’s a town there, the only town around us for quite a while. It has to be the beginner town! Here’s some JRPG 101! Best place to get information is usually an inn or tavern. We figure out some details, find the NPC to start us on our quest to hunt the demon lord, and we’ll be set! A bit of side-questing, a bit of farming, and we’ll reach level one-hundred in no time!” Levi raised his own head, looking above him. He had to think about it for the words to show up, but they did eventually. Leviathan: LV 0 Soldier. Not even Paladin status yet, maybe he’d get it at level 30.

Mammon’s was much the same. Mammoney: LV 0 Thief. Mammon put his hands on his hips after looking at his tag, eyes suddenly filled with a little bit of worry. “Gotta get to one-hundred, huh? How long will that take, do ya think?”

“I can usually grind out a JRPG like this in…sixty hours?”

“Sixty?!”

“But if we really can die here, we need to be extra careful. We can’t just hop into any quest or dungeon without being safely over-leveled. Plus, if we still need to sleep and eat here, we might be here for days, weeks, even.”

“We don’t have weeks! MC might not be…We can’t take that long!” Another look of recognition crossed over Mammon’s face, his eyes darkening. “Oh, god…What’ll the others think?” Mammon began to pace again, one hand rubbing the back of his head nervously. “Lucifer’ll be pissed.”

“If time is the same inside and outside, we’ll be registered as missing…Or, maybe we won’t be.” A swirl of negative emotions swirled within Levi’s body, making his brain feel heavy. “I doubt Lucifer will care enough to look for the both of us. You’re a pain in the ass and I’m a useless nobody…He’ll probably be glad we’re gone…” They both shared a moment of silence, elated faces turned into depressed ones. Levi was once again reminded that the real world…was a terribly harsh place. Filled with disappointment. Filled with pain. Needless suffering. There was no place in a world like that for him. Maybe…maybe he could figure out a way to stay here…forever.

Levi suddenly felt a harsh smack on the back of his head. Mammon grabbed Levi by one of his shoulders and tugged him along till his feet moved on their own. “You’ve got that look on your face when you’re thinking something pathetic again. I can’t have you sulkin’ around all sad. All of our brothers are gonna cry buckets of tears when they realize we’ve gone missing! We’ll come back and they’ll throw a party! Then we’ll get MC back and help them kick those other demon’s asses, and you’ll officially be part of our group!”

Levi winced a bit at his head, but it did snap him out of the spiral he was heading down… “Group?”

“Yeah, the cool group! The Demon group! The…Secretive…Mammon, MC, and Levi Group!”

“That’s just our names…” A little bubble of humor floated up to Levi’s chest. How was Mammon always like this? Trying to look at things positively always, even when he knew he was going to lose. He’d try things over and over and over again, getting the same result, which is technically the definition of insanity. Yet, he never cared. Somehow, most things worked out in the end for him anyway. Then he’d always say something stupid like ‘see, I knew things would go my way’, despite all the pain he had been through… Levi wished he was like that. He could never see the positive in anything. Nothing ever went right for him. Yet…this was happening now. He was spending this much time with his older brother and was actually…enjoying himself. Mammon was trying to cheer him up again too…This was…all he ever wanted. And yet some part of him couldn’t stand it. Levi suddenly felt a few tears fall from his face. He brushed them away before his older brother noticed. “You’re such a moron,” he blurted out, dashing away from Mammon before things got too emotional.

“Oi, don’t leave me behind!” Despite Levi’s large head-start, Mammon seemed to catch up to him in two seconds. They both left the clearing, ducking under the shade of trees, trying to leave behind sadder memories in that clearing, perhaps standing a bit closer than usual, Mammon constantly bumping into his brother’s shoulder trying to peek at the map Levi had open.

They continued to head west until they came across a dirt road cutting a path through the forest. With a bit of relief, Levi shared that it was safer to stay on the roads. Drifting too far from them usually ended up sending you straight into random enemies. For now, it seemed the game was giving them safety till they could reach the tutorials. Walking like this like a normal person was a pain, though. On the map, the town didn’t seem too far, but already they’d been walking for half an hour and they were only halfway there. Hopefully they’d both get some kind of mount to move faster or his previous estimates of how long they were going to stay here were going to suddenly be much longer. And this suit of armor wasn’t helping… If he were back in the normal world, he probably wouldn’t have been able to take a step with all this added weight on him, but that wasn’t to say he was completely immune to it. If only he were a mage…those robes would be much easier to wear.

“Let’s take a break for a second…” Levi finally uttered, his stamina spent. “No more AP…” Time to recharge. He conveniently managed to spot a tree stump along the road, using that to sit down on for a few minutes.

Mammon remained standing, hardly winded, looking up and down the road with an annoyed expression. “Maaaan. What a pain. Why couldn’t they spawn us in the town or something? Why do we gotta head over there ourselves?”

Their little moment of pity was interrupted by the sound of a horse. They both turned their heads to spy a wagon being pulled towards their direction. It hadn’t been there before. Maybe they’d triggered an interaction. “Maybe we can get them to take us to the town!” Levi was suddenly back up at his feet, heading towards the wagon with hope in his eyes yet again. He waved his arms a bit as the cart approached. “E-excuse me!”

The rider pulled back gently on the reins, turning his hooded head to both the travelers. With a small movement, the rider pulled his hood back, revealing his face.

Both brothers suddenly stuttered, confounded, minds reeling in a bit of panic. They both shouted in unison, expressing their mutual question. “Satan?!”

“Here we are. Welcome, adventurers, to Dawn’s Hollow.”

Both humans raised their heads as the wagon pulled up to the town. It was a quaint little city, the exact type you would expect from a starter town in the woods. A high cobblestone wall fenced off the town’s perimeter. Two guards with leather armor held spears to guard the entrance. As Satan approached with his wagon, the two guards stepped aside, letting him pass. Immediately the smell of freshly made bread filled Levi and Mammon’s noses. This side of the town seemed to hold most of the shops. A bakery, a butchery, a general store, a blacksmith’s shop, the Inn which also seemed to be the town’s tavern as well. Other people seemed to be walking around although in a way that didn’t seem to be entirely natural, like they were following set paths. Even small children seemed to be running around towards nothing in particular.

The wagon stopped near the general store, Satan hopping down from his seat. He came over to the back of the wagon and stood there. Just…waiting. Seems like he was waiting for them to get out before they could talk. “See, I told you he was an NPC,” Levi sighed a bit, standing. He appreciated the ride, but boy, was he glad to finally be getting on solid ground. Fantasy rides sure were bumpier than he expected.

Mammon hopped out with ease, landing on the ground, looking over at his brother…or his not brother, with curiosity. “So he is Satan, but not Satan?”

“If I had to guess–” Levi gasped a little bit as he almost fell getting out of the wagon, clutching the wooden rails like his life depended on it. His character was lacking in agility it seemed. He cleared his throat and continued as soon as his feet touched stable ground, staring at Satan. “This game probably changed some NPC’s according to our memories. Maybe to make it easier to know who to talk to? Or maybe just to make us more comfortable in this environment. I’ve seen similar situations happen in anime.”

Mammon muttered his response under his breath, expecting the person that looked like Satan to react the same and throttle him or threaten him at the very least. “Satan and comfort don’t really go together…” But no, the NPC continued to just look towards them, waiting for them to start the interaction. “Super weird…” The older of the two took a few steps forward. Apparently closer proximity was all he needed before NPC Satan lowered the back of the wagon, beginning to remove the contents.

“Glad I found you out there before something happened to you both. The woods out here used to be peaceful, but lately even the roads during the day can be risky.” Satan pulled down a crate with surprising ease and settled it near the outer wall of the shop. “Anyways, it’s nice to meet you both. I’m Satan. I own this shop right here. I travel out every so often to bring back goods to sell. You both caught me at the perfect time. It’s as if it was some twist of destiny, right?” After he finished placing down some books, he straightened his body and smiled. It was a weird feeling, to see their brother so happy and calm. Apparently personalities didn’t fully transfer, only images and apparently names.

“Right…” Mammon glanced away awkwardly.

“I can’t quite give you a tour, but all the things you travelers might need are nearby. The Inn you saw is right across the way. You can get food just a few shops down, and if you need to stock up on supplies, you know where to find me.” As he spoke, a little noise chimed. Levi pulled out the map, since it seemed to be the only thing they both had in their possessions. The locations NPC Satan mentioned were now pinged on the map, the entire city of Dawn’s Hollow enlarged to see better. “Oh, but I bet you two are short on funds, aren’t you?”

Levi couldn’t help but chuckle, looking over at his older brother. “Guess even in the fantasy world you’re still broke, huh, Mammon?”

Instead of looking angry, Mammon looked a bit sad. “If I had my precious Goldie, we could get anything we wanted in here…”

The shopkeep seemed unaffected by their conversation, moving forward with the information. “If you need payment, the leader of this town is always looking for some extra hands. He should have a few jobs for you.” Satan finally unloaded the last of his goods, settling one hand on his hip. “If you can’t find him, ask the Innkeeper, he always seems to know exactly where anyone is at any time.”

An exhausted groan filled the air. Mammon tilted his head back, rolling his eyes a bit. “So if we wanna stay at the Inn, we gotta find the Town Leader to get money, but to find the Town Leader, we gotta go to the Inn anyway? What’s with this back and forth crap?” The NPC didn’t answer. Satan simply turned and began to bring his items inside his store, his dialogue apparently spent.

Levi shrugged. “It’s natural for these types of games. Come on, we won’t get anywhere just standing around.” He tucked the map away, not needing it to remember where to go to find the Inn. They passed a few more nameless NPC’s before approaching the sound of merry chatter, comforting noises coming from the tavern inside. It was clever, able to have people drink to their heart’s content downstairs and then charge them for a bed upstairs should they be too drunk to wander off. Almost like a Bed and Breakfast except it was more like a…Drink and Dream?

As the two players entered the building, a bubbly voice greeted them immediately. “Welcome in! Oh! New faces! I love new faces!” A blur of pink approached the pair before they could even register what they were seeing. “Welcome to Heaven’s Rest, lovelies! What do you two need, a drink or a room?”

After a moment of blinking, Mammon sighed. “Makes sense Asmo would be the one running a place like this. Not gonna lie, these things actually freak me out a bit…” Mammon leaned in a bit, getting a closer look at Fake-Asmo’s face. The NPC didn’t budge at that, just waited for a response.

“I wonder if all our brothers are here,” Levi thought aloud before squaring his shoulders a bit, getting into character. “We were told you might know where the Town Leader is? We’re looking for him.”

Asmo took a step back, his index finger resting just under his bottom lip as he thought. “The Town Leader? He should still be overseeing reconstruction of the town wall.” His finger lowered as his hand cupped near his mouth like he was trying to keep this next bit of information quiet, as if the other NPC’s might panic if they heard. “Apparently the other night a monster broke through the wall. Tore a huge hole in it! They managed to chase it away but the Town Leader is pushing to get the wall repaired as soon as possible! I swear, you can’t be safe anywhere anymore!” Then the hand went to his chest right over his heart. “It’s about enough to make anyone stressed out!” After the dramatics, NPC Asmo pointed to the right of himself. “If you both head down in that direction, you should come across him. Just follow the wall and the sounds of hammers! And then come back to me if you need a place to rest! Bye now!” Having handed off the quest, the Innkeeper bounded away.

Levi didn’t want to admit it, but even he was starting to get tired of being sent off to someone else. Quests like these are much easier done from a chair behind a screen…Hopefully they’d set off on their journey soon… For now, the two followed the directions, following the wall in the direction they’d been pointed in until they heard banging and clanging and assorted construction sounds. The hole that had been mentioned before was a bit of an understatement. It wasn’t like they were working to fix a little piece of wall that had crumbled down, but actually a giant gaping entrance. It seemed they were working hard to make temporary fixes, using logs instead of stone. Workers kept running back and forth to pick up supplies, and for some reason some NPC’s were hammering in places they didn’t need to be. One character did stand out from the others. He stood observing with his arms crossed, a nice blue hue to his clothes making him stick out from the others. Both the brothers knew who this was just from looking at the back of him. They both stopped their approach, a little on edge despite knowing that he wasn’t the real deal.

“Figures…” Mammon scoffed.

“B-Better a Town Leader than a final boss though. He seems a little less scary this way. Why don’t you approach him first?”

“Nah, Mr. Hero, you go first!”

“Older brothers first!”

They both bickered for a bit before Levi eventually gave in, approaching the familiar figure with his head almost held low. It’s amazing that even a fake version of Lucifer could have them both on edge. “H-hello,” he called out once he was close enough.

The NPC turned, raising an eyebrow, keeping his arms crossed. “I don’t believe I’ve seen you two here before. Just arrived today I assume?” NPC Lucifer didn’t need a response to know, much like the one in real life did. “Came here to take on an errand? Well, that’s good to hear at least. You have no idea how many problems I’ve had to deal with lately.” He sighed, his arms dropping from their tense position. Normally, there would’ve been a deep anger behind those furrowed eyebrows, but now he just simply seemed like a tired and overly stressed man. There was no hostility to him at all. Definitely…not the real Lucifer. “I’ll pay you for each problem you solve.” He then began to rattle off a fairly long list of delivery quests, fetch quests, gathering quests, small monster hunts, etc. Every problem he listed felt like another year taken off Levi and Mammon’s lives. And for a small moment…Levi actually wished he was back home. The life of a hero is a lot of work.

The two brothers looked at each other with surprising sympathy, now that they were both stuck in this situation together. “Guess…Guess we better get started,” Levi felt his shoulders slump a little. Perhaps once they got out of this beginner town, that’s where the fun would begin…

“Now this is more like it!” Mammon shouted, continuing to dash all around, occasionally disappearing in a flash of smoke only to appear with his blades glinting in the sunlight. He drove his daggers down into the body of the small green slime. It made a whimpering gurgle before melting, disappearing completely after a moment.

“That’s the last of them,” Levi sighed, sliding his sword back into his sheath, tucking his shield onto his back. Then all the sudden, light shimmered around them both. The exhaustion they both had felt was gone in an instant as the wind and glimmer revitalized them. At this point, it didn’t surprise them…well, not too much anyway. This had happened already a few times before now that they were working on quests. The names above both their heads now had a more comforting level ten next to their names rather than a paltry zero. Still ninety levels to go though…and there wouldn’t be an easy walkthrough for this game. Levi straightened, his shoulders not so weary. “We should turn all these in now, we could probably get another five levels before the end of the day.”

Mammon looked up at that. Sure enough, the sun was lowering, the artificial sky awash in a myriad of warm colors, the clouds a pleasing cotton-candy color. He stared for a little while before shaking his head, snapping himself out of the little daze he was in. Levi found it hard to tell what he was thinking. Although he was used to it at this point. None of his brothers told him anything anymore. “Yeah, let’s head back. The sooner we get rest, the sooner we can head out again.” Mammon strode past Levi with confident footsteps, the younger sibling trailing behind. They made it back to the town rather quickly, the two of them retracing the path back to NPC Lucifer who had a subtle green glow around him, probably telling the two players that the quests they had finished were ready to complete. Mammon seemed to have no problem now walking up to this mimic. He strutted in front of NPC Lucifer and turned to face him, one hand on his hip. “I finished your stuff for ya! It’s reward time!”

“Thank you. I’m sure this town will sleep a little easier at night knowing they’re a little safer. I can’t tell you what this means to me. I’m grateful such capable adventurers wandered into my town.” The fake Lucifer smiled at the both of them, the two real humans falling silent.

Mammon actually took a step forward, his eyes almost shimmering. “I wish…” His voice fell silent, but Levi knew what his brother was feeling. He was wishing the same. They both wished their older brother could say such things in real life. They wished he could smile at them without needing to drink first.

“Here is the reward I promised.” With an outstretched hand, NPC Lucifer handed over a bag of money. As soon as Mammon grabbed it, the bag disappeared, but a faint sound of coins and the small outline of words that said ‘+1000 gold’ suggested that they had gotten paid sufficiently. They continued to turn in each quest, needing to do so individually, leveling up occasionally, listening to NPC Lucifer say the same dialogue over and over again until their quests were spent. Finally, at the end of it all, Lucifer looked surprised. “You both really did everything I asked. I can’t believe it. You’ve saved me weeks worth of stress, thank you. I feel deeply indebted to you both, but unfortunately there’s not much more I can offer you.” NPC Lucifer shifted on his feet, thinking for a moment before snapping back into his usual position. “I know. Both of you take this.” He held out his palm, Mammon picking up the object carefully. It was a little charm attached to a string. It seemed to be made out of little branches, carefully woven into a circular braid, a blue crystal dangling in the middle. “It’s a charm that’s been in my possession for as long as I can remember. It’s supposed to be good luck, but I was never the superstitious type. If you show it to the other shops in town, they’ll know I gave it to you. They’ll make sure you both are properly outfitted for your journey free of charge. Keep it. May it give you the luck it never gave me and keep you safe on your adventures. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” That was all his character needed to give, it seemed. He walked away from both of them, his image slowly disappearing till he was gone.

Levi seemed to only be able to stand there in place, forgetting the game he was in for a moment. Mammon took him by one of his shoulders and tugged him along. “Come on, let’s get some food or somethin’.”

Before long, they both found themselves back at Heaven’s Rest, NPC Asmo bounding back towards them the same as before. “Welcome! What can I get you two?”

“Food. Oh and– and a room, please,” Levi requested, shrugging his shoulders a bit, wondering if he’d have to sleep inside his armor or if he could take it off somehow.

“Of course!” NPC Asmo beamed before turning swiftly and gracefully on his feet, looking at the counter behind him. “Belphie!” The name caused the human’s eyes to go a bit wide. Even Belphie was here? “Belphie!” Asmo called again when he heard no response.

Finally, a head rose up from behind the counter, two sleepy and annoyed looking eyes glaring back at Asmo. “What?” It was. It was really him. Well…not really him, but the image of him.

“I feel like we haven’t seen him in forever…” Mammon muttered, his gaze soft towards the figure that resembled their youngest brother.

Levi’s lips twitched into a frown. Something cold settled into his stomach. “I can’t believe it’s already been a year.”

Despite their conversation, the NPC’s were having one of their own. Shouts of ‘get them a room’ and ‘why should I’ and ‘what do you even work here for’. But Mammon and Levi moved on. “He’s comin’ back soon, ain’t he? Lucifer said he’s gettin’ better.”

Levi walked past him as NPC Belphie waved them over to take them to their room. “I don’t really want to talk about this right now…” Aside from Lilith, the Morningstars all had another subject they tended to avoid, especially recently. Belphie… Levi kept his eyes to the floor to avoid staring at this digital version of the youngest sibling, stepping into their Inn room as soon as he was able, only feeling a little better when Mammon shut the door behind him. As soon as the door clicked into place, Levi thrashed, pulling and tugging at his armor to take it off. This all suddenly felt so suffocating. The world was much too big and yet much too tight at the same time. This is why he never wanted to leave his room…

“Hey, woah, chill out!” Mammon came to Levi’s side, grabbing Levi’s shield and putting it aside. “Lemme help ya.” It took some work, but they both managed to get Levi free from the metal, wearing just a regular tunic and some cloth pants under it all.

Mammon opened his mouth to joke about what a hassle it had been, but before he could do that, Levi scrambled for the far corner of the room, tucking himself between the wall and one of the two beds this room graced them with. The youngest of the two curled up into a ball, his nerves suddenly overtaken with panic. This was too much. Far too much. Why was he here? Why did he have to do this? To try and save someone he didn’t even know? Was this even real? Had he gone crazy like Belphie had? Why him? Why them? Why couldn’t he go home? Why, why, why?

Amidst the panic, a blanket was thrown over Levi’s head. Levi pulled it around him, cowering under it, feeling a bit safer, feeling more hidden. He covered his face as tears fell down his cheeks. He heard his brother sit down beside him. “I told ya to chill,” Mammon sighed, his hand settling at the back of Levi’s head. “You remember what the doctor told you to do with these, don’t ya?” The older brother waited for a response but never got one, only hearing Levi wheeze and sob in anxiety. “Breathe in, bud, come on, I’ll do it with ya.” Mammon breathed in loudly and dramatically, holding it in, and then sighing it out, repeating it over and over again until Levi did it with him. “There ya go.” It took some time, but Levi’s panic attack came to an end. Now he was just embarrassed, continuing to hide under the cover of the blanket. The warmth of Mammon’s body left as he stood. Levi heard the sound of him throwing his shoes off as he spoke. “Jeez, you haven’t had one of those in a while.”

That you know of, Levi thought to himself, staying silent as there was a knock at the door. Their food apparently. It would be nice if it tasted as good as it smelled, but he wasn’t sure how digital food worked. The sound of silent and brief conversation could be heard as Mammon opened the door and shut it shortly after. Footsteps were followed by sudden light as Levi’s cover was pulled away from his head, a plate held out to him.

“Come on, eat,” Mammon commanded, sitting back beside him with his own plate in his lap. It just looked like regular steak and mashed potatoes, not really the most magical of meals. Levi looked down at the food, then at his brother who was already digging in. Levi muttered a bitter question under his breath. “Huh?” Mammon raised an eyebrow, speaking with some mashed potatoes in his mouth. “Didn’t catch that.”

“How are you so calm?” Levi hissed, startled at the sound of his own voice. He placed the plate down on the floor in front of him and tucked his legs closer to his body. “This is crazy! This is messed up! And you’re treating it all like it’s a joke!” Levi held his hands against his temples. “Just like with Lilith! With Belphie! You never take anything seriously! This is why all of us hate you!”

Mammon didn’t respond with anything, just continued to eat in silence, hardly looking phased at what Levi had just said. Eventually, he stood up with his plate and shrugged at it. “The food doesn’t taste like much, but at least it’s somethin’. Try to eat a bit of it or you’re gonna feel like garbage tomorrow.” He walked away and settled it on the small table by the window. Mammon picked the other bed to rest on, pulling off some of his own clothes and straps and dropping them on the floor. Levi glared and then sighed, a stray tear falling from one of his eyes before he picked up his plate. There was silence in the room for a long while. So long, Levi assumed Mammon had fallen asleep. But eventually, just as Levi finished what he could stomach, he heard his brother speak again. “I don’t know why I’m calm.” Mammon shifted in the bed, laying on his back, looking up at the ceiling as both of his hands rested under the back of his head. “Guess I just try not to think about anything other than what I want. Forget everything but my next paycheck, my next car, my next big score. Makes it easier that way.”

Levi glanced around the room, a small knot of guilt in his chest. “That’s not any healthier.”

“Didn’t say it was.” Mammon took another deep breath and then let it out in a little laugh. “We’re all pretty screwed up, aren’t we?”

Levi shook his head, ignoring Mammon’s joke despite the stinging truth it contained. “But– But you seem different here. You haven’t tried to steal anything, you didn’t even mention the money we earned from the quests. You could’ve gone straight to a shop but you…you didn’t.” Levi slowly got up, crawling onto the mattress he was next too, sitting and staring at his brother curiously, enviously.

Mammon had to think about that himself, his head tilting back and forth. He wasn’t sure why. “Maybe if it’s not real money it doesn’t count? Or maybe I’m more freaked out than I realize? Who knows? I’m not a shrink.” He glanced at Levi through the sides of his eyes before turning his attention towards the night sky out the window. “Maybe I want something more than just money right now.”

“Like…Like what?”

Mammon scoffed, turning on his side, propping his head up with his hand. “You’re really just askin’ me for all my secrets, aren’t ya?”

Levi turned slightly away from his brother, leaning back against the wall. “We haven’t really talked like this before. F-Forget about it. It was a dumb question to ask anyway.”

“I want Lucifer to yell at me,” Mammon spoke suddenly, laughing at himself. “Isn’t that weird? I want him to say somethin’ like, ‘you’re unbelievable’ or ‘it’s a miracle you can breathe on your own’ because that’s how I know he had an okay day. If he’s too quiet, he’s upset. I want to start eating meals in the dining room again. I want to sleep in my bedroom again instead of in one of my cars in an empty parking lot tryin’ to treat the street lamps like stars. I want to go to another one of Beel’s games and embarrass the hell out of him with how loudly I can scream. I wanna lose my voice shoutin’ so loud. I want to be there to greet Belphie when he comes home and fluff up his hair a bunch because I know how much he hates it.” Mammon sat up rubbing the back of his neck , a little embarrassed but with a light behind his eyes Levi hadn’t seen in a long time. “I want to get MC and get out of here and learn more about magic and demons so I can do something really badass... I want us all to be a family again.”

“...You’re being far too hopeful.” His brother always did want everything and anything...but…it sounded nice. Some of it anyway. He’d pass on Lucifer yelling. It always left a sick feeling in his stomach. And leaving his room was always a bad idea, but maybe if it was for Beel he could try it. And MC…he didn’t really know them, but he can very faintly remember the events that happened when he was under the influence of the potion. They had felt safe for some reason. Like a friend he had already known. They did try to save him too. They saved Mammon’s life. Levi looked at his palm where they had held his hand so many times. They had probably hated it, his hands were probably sweaty and gross. “I want to show them anime and video games. I want to read manga with Satan. I want Belphie to come home too. I want to be able to go a day without a panic attack.” Levi felt his eyes sting a little, but he blinked away the tears. “Don’t demons make wishes come true? If I make a pact with MC too will we be able to have all that?”

Mammon looked down at his hand, pulling up his sleeve to see his pact mark which was luckily still there. “Not sure. We’re being tested, you know. The whole of mankind is being observed through us to see if we’re worthy of…some kind of peace or something between realms. Making a pact with MC just for selfish reasons might make humans look pretty bad.”

Levi narrowed his eyes. The hero was always supposed to put the needs of the many above the needs of the few. Sacrifices were always made for the good of mankind. Screw mankind. He might’ve been on rocky terms with his family, but…he still cared about them. And if there was a small chance of things almost going back to how they were then… “I don’t care.” Maybe just this once he’ll try to do things Mammon’s way. Only focus on what you want, huh? If Mammon got a pact, why shouldn’t he? If Mammon could get what he wanted, why couldn’t he get the same? What did it cost? Some years off his life? His soul? So what? He knew he was doomed anyway. “Once we get out of here, I’m making a pact with MC.” He was never Hero material anyway.

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Some Nico Facts (Canon)

this is going to be long i’m sorry

His birthday is January 28th, making him an Aquarius (This is the only one where I can’t find an “official” source, but literally everywhere online is in agreement that his birthday is 1/28, so take that as you will).

According to his shirt in The Hidden Oracle, he listens to The Ramones

Also the subject of shirts: introduced in the Trials of Apollo, Nico has his own Camp Half-Blood T-shirt but in black, with a skeletal pegasus on front and Cabin 13

His signature aviator’s jacket-- it’s gone. After the fight with Lycaon in The Blood of Olympus Nico had to discard of the jacket because it was shredded. In the following book, The Hidden Oracle, Apollo’s narration places him in a black leather bomber jacket.

According to Apollo, Nico’s hair smells nice? (”His hair smelled like rain against stone... a pleasant scent” (The Tower of Nero, p. 261).

Nico’s smile is described by Apollo as “a bit of winter sun breaking between snow flurries” (The Tower of Nero, p. 102).

He’s able to travel through dreams and leave messages for people that way. Although it’s not fully explained in the books, I can only assume it’s due to the nature of mythology and abstracts/metaphors/whatever: Death and Sleep are very close— basically only separated by a beating heart really— given that Thanatos and Hypnos are twins.

Coach Hedge is his favorite/preferred satyr ( “I’d settle for Coach Hedge.” Nico pushed Will’s arm off. “Besides, don’t talk about Grover too loudly. Juniper’s right over there” (The Hidden Oracle, p. 157).

Despite being 10 years old, untrained, and completely unarmed at the time, he told off a full-grown manticore for being rude to Bianca (The Titan’s Curse, p. 18).

Although he burnt up most, if not all, of his physical Mythomagic cards, he still plays the game online

Examples:

“He was throwing pieces of paper into the fire-- Mythomagic trading cards, part of the game he’d been obsessed with last winter” (Battle of the Labyrinth, p. 40).

“Hades: Every time I try to speak to this boy, he has his face buried in his phone, “text messaging” that glowy boyfriend of his. And not to mention all that time he spends playing that internet card game...” (via the interview “Navigating Family Reunions With Nico and Hades” on the ReadRiordan website).

Aside from his sisters, Jason and Reyna were the first people that he was able to find a friend in and trust wholeheartedly as allies. Not even Percy achieved that honor until the very end of the series

Examples:

“She gave Nico a big hug and the crowd roared with approval. For once, Nico didn’t feel like pulling away. He buried his face in Reyna’s shoulder and blinked the tears out of his eyes” (The Blood of Olympus, p. 477).

“’That’s-- that’s fantastic! Dude!’ Jason opened his arms for a hug, then froze. ‘Right. No touching. Sorry.’/Nico grunted. ‘I suppose we can make an exception.’/Jason squeezed him so hard Nico thought his ribs would crack” (The Blood of Olympus, p. 485). Jason also told Leo off when he compared Clytius the shadow giant to Nico (“‘Any kind of light just gets sucked into his cloud of darkness.’/‘Sounds like Nico,’ Leo said. ‘You think they’re related?’/Jason scowled. ‘Hey, man, cut Nico some slack’” (The House of Hades, p.322).

Nico traveled through Tartarus alone and survived. And he’s willing to go back a second time to rescue Bob/Iaptus the Titan.

He’s a friendly and caring individual despite his appearance and initial attitude toward others (which is decidedly a defensive tactic since other campers and even Percy, by his own admittance, were generally creeped out by him).

Examples:

One of the first demigods in many years to pay any notice of the goddess Hestia

Visited Bob the Titan in the Underworld when no one else did

Assured Reyna that she didn’t kill her father and was a good person, didn’t want her to feel worthless

Respectful of the Trogs and their general weirdness

“‘Meg,’ Nico said. ‘Take my chair. Your leg looks bad’“ (The Tower of Nero, p. 81).

“I don’t like it when people are overlooked” (The Tower of Nero, p. 377)

Indirectly responsible for helping Percy and Annabeth make it through Tartarus. If he hadn’t been the one to visit Bob and tell him how kind Percy was, would Bob have leapt into literal Super Hell and assisted them?

In the Trials of Apollo series, Apollo/Lester is one of the first people who looked at Nico and decided that, hey, he’s a little weird but he’s alright. Up until this point readers have only ever been told, or alluded to, the fact that everyone else saw Nico as something to be afraid of (keep in mind he’s like 14/15 years old).

Just as integral in saving the world in the Heroes of Olympus series as the Seven were. Same deal as in Percy Jackson and the Olympians-- he was able to convince Hades to bring his forces to the aid of the gods, which was able to turn the tide in the gods favor

He’s fully capable of being a normal teenager; he’s not some eternally brooding figure that hates everything. He has interests and a sense of humor. He doesn’t dislike fun, and he doesn’t completely dislike the company of others, either. It’s just that with all the trauma of being a child of Hades and prophecies and war… it wasn’t really the time or place. It’s hard to thrive and be yourself in an environment that constantly beats you down and makes you feel less than worthless, even more so when you don’t have a friend to fall back on. He didn’t feel comfortable anywhere, especially not during his time on the Argo 2. And remember, we didn’t get his PoV until The Blood of Olympus-- up until that point he was really just a side character. Whenever another character (aside from, like, Hazel) spoke about him from their PoV it was always in a bad light: how he was frightening, how they were scared to go anywhere alone with him, etc., etc.) Take away the pressure of two back-to-back wars and his discomfort with his sexuality (or even, gods forbid, finally give the guy is own chapter perspective) and he’s actually a certified goofball just like the rest of the demigods.

Examples:

“‘Getting some redecorating ideas?’ Nico asked. ‘Maybe you could do your dining room in medieval monk skulls’” (The Blood of Olympus, p. 146).

“‘No need for threats,’ Nico said. ‘Frank’s a good guy. Or bear. Or bulldog. Or--’“ (The Blood of Olympus, p. 479).

“‘I hope I’ll see you again?’/’Oh, you will,’ Nico promised. ‘I’m going to be the flower boy at your wedding, right?’” (The Blood of Olympus, p. 480).

The whole “you’re not my type” thing

“Significant annoyance” quip

Nico “I have a doctor’s note” di Angelo (”’Will, Kayla, Austin,’ I said. ‘Come with me’/’And Nico,’ said Nico. ‘I have a doctor’s note’” (The Hidden Oracle, p. 322).

“Nico commandeered a dispenser from the snack bar and carried it around, yelling, ‘The line starts to the left! Orderly queue, guys!’“ (The Hidden Oracle, p. 351).

Basically the whole scene with the Trogs in The Tower of Nero

“William Andrew Solace” full-naming

“Debbie Downer”

“Nico laughed, which I didn’t know he was capable of” (The Tower of Nero, p. 130).

That part in Camp Half-Blood Confidential where he did a warbly rendition of Apollo’s song from the terrible orientation film. To the tune of “The Hokey Pokey.” Hand-claps included. With a small audience present.

That whole FAQs section on page 140 of Camp Half-Blood Confidential with Annabeth, Percy, and Nico. Trust me.

He found Hazel in Asphodel because he went to find Bianca and bring her back while Death was missing (Son of Neptune).

He cares for Hazel deeply. During his talk with Hades in The Blood of Olympus, his first concern was that she was the one of the Seven that was destined to die. At the end of the book he kisses her cheek (other times too) and tucks her into bed after she falls asleep (“‘Yeah, go.’ Nico kissed her cheek, which Piper found surprising. He hardly ever made gestures of affection, even to his sister. He seemed to hate physical contact” (The House of Hades, p. 318).

Arguably one of the strongest demigods of their/our(???) time. He shadow traveled himself, two other people, and a huge statue across the world in about a week’s time. He turned Bryce Lawrence into a ghost and banished him to the Underworld in like five seconds. He turned a guy into a skeleton and then turned right around and was able to control it. Same with that cow thing in The Tower of Nero

Hades is proud of Nico (“Send in a real hero, like the di Angelo kid” from the back cover of The Tower of Nero. Also, he literally says it in The Blood of Olympus on page 149). He wants him to be happy.

He knew about both camps and traveled between them for nearly a year without telling either side.

This kid knows stuff. Obscure stuff. Annabeth isn’t around? Don’t worry, Nico probably knows. Those shaggy cow things in Venice? Katoblepones. From Mythomagic, ofc. “Troglodytes don’t exist, they’re a made up myth!” Nico says otherwise. He knows them personally. They’re having brunch on Tuesday. Next question. The location of the Doors of Death? Covered. Take a left at your nearest hell void (or maybe don’t).

There’s probably way more but this is already like half an essay (I somehow didn’t mention Will at all in here oops) The bulleted list formatting never made it out of the post editor I’m sorry

Edited: added some more small ones that I forgor

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