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tnsophiaonly · 10 months

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Reader goes to Sumeru

Kaveh: Why is she/they ignoring me?! She's/They're even avoiding me and even looking in fear! *cries in frustration/crying while drunk and ranting on Cyno, Tighnari and Al-haitham*

Tighnari: Did you do something wrong to her/them or anything at all? I don't think that it's common for people to fear you.

Cyno: What does Kaveh do that scares people? He sends them into Kavehtical panic.

Tighnari: *grumbling*

Al-haitham: Probably feared your noisiness.

Kaveh: Ugh! You guys are not helping!

Reader was around the Tavern

Tighnari: Maybe try your luck and approach them? Politely?

Al-haitham: Doubt that, he's drunk.

Kaveh still approaches her/them

Reader looks in fear

Reader: Ah! Please don't delete me! *Goes into a prayer pose and starts praying to Rukhadevatta/Kusanali\Nahida but then realizes that even Nahida can delete too*

Kaveh: What?! I- *hiccup* how would I even delete you-?! *hiccup* Why are you ignoring me!!! Unlike (S/M) who fawns over me, you ig- *hiccup* ignore meE! *Hiccup*

Reader scurries away

Kaveh falls unconscious still whining and hiccuping

#genshin impact #genshin sagau #genshin impact sagau #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin #genshin x reader #sagau #cult au #sagau x reader #sagau cult au #sagau impostor au #yandere kaveh #drabble #rambles #meme #sumeru

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 7 months

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STRINGS

《Lies of P / Reader》

{When a traveler from another world becomes entangled with the world puppetry and lies..}

{"If I said your a beautiful girl.. Would it upset you?"}

I think these two will honestly go through a whole lot of ☆TRAMA☆ together.

P just trying to understand your words as you explain that Krat was not your home.

He just gives you such a sweet look as you sing the song, "Cheers" under your breath boredly.

Just P and a (Y/N) from another world gives so much for me to work with!

"P..?" You blink, eyeing your companion as he holds your hand. Having gone used to holding the porcelain hand as he looks ahead. His grip... It was VERY tight. "Uh-Ok ow.. OW Ow Ow-!?"

He forgets that you aren't like him...

He knows your more fragile than he is, yet he can't help but be... Comfortable in your presence. Your fun answers and determination ignited something within his "Heart".

It beats, it yearns for more.. More than to be human. Something that can be with you until-

P retracts his grip as you cradle your hand. Trying to shake it off as best you could, smiling at him with reassurance, even if it was a clear lie.

《I hope you enjoyed my Drabble! Thank you! Comments and reblogs, hearts are super appreciated! I was inspired by a Fionna-like Reader! I HONESTLY WANT MORE!》

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infinite-orangepeel · 1 year

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steddie attending couples therapy

therapist: so what brings you two in today ?

steve: well we’ve struggled with this for quite a while now. i think my husband has an undiagnosed mental illness of some sort.

eddie: watch yourself, munson—

therapist: okay let’s deescalate. steve can you tell me what it is exactly that’s been bothering you about your husbands behavior lately ?

steve: i think it’s best if we just show you actually

*steve stands up and walks casually in front of eddie*

eddie: “damn baby girl your ass is bigger than the moon” *slaps steve on the butt at least five times*

steve: *faces therapist, sighing* do you see the problem ?

therapist: he’s always like this ?

steve: let’s just say last week he did it in the middle of our friends exchanging vows at their wedding.

therapist: he needs serious help…

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headintheclouds-posts · 1 year

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Scenario: After being in love with your close friend Felix for years, you have finally decided to give up on the idea of him reciprocating your feelings, that is until this one rainy night.

A/N: Angsty, suggestive, swearing, cold Felix & female reader.

Should I do a part 2? 😏

The cold air encased your body and the droplets of rain clung to your eyelashes, but at this point you were too tired to care.

Another long day at work, another long day of pretending you’re ok…another long day trying to not think of him.

You had been friends with Felix for years, you met through friends and at the time you weren’t aware of his success as an idol. You both hit it off straight away and quickly started to spend more and more time hanging out together and as wonderful as those memories are, it was also the start of a one-sided love that has rotted your brain and crippled your heart ever since.

Many times, you thought of telling him. You lay in bed thinking of all the possible outcomes but all of them ended with him not reciprocating your feelings. I mean, why would he? He was one of the hottest idols right now, he has attractive people throwing themselves at him constantly, so why would he want you…why?

So, after all this time you started to evaluate your time together, the nights you would run to him because he needed you, the way you took care of him, listened to his problems and helped in any way you could, and you came to the conclusion that if something was going to happen it would of happened by now. You were just his crutch and that was never going to change.

Sometimes you must make painful decisions to heal and for you, distancing yourself was the best option. You didn’t just cut him out altogether, you wouldn’t do that to him, but the late-night phone calls became less and less, as did the coffee dates where you would sit and listen to his latest girl problems whilst trying to keep on a brave face.

It was too difficult, too hard to pretend you didn’t care, for you he would be the end game and that’s what made it all the more difficult, to stand in front of your future and realise that it will never come to fruition.

You finally get home and take your tired body to the shower, washing another day of heartsickness from your skin. You change into some comfortable clothes and drag your body to the mattress, throwing yourself down and letting the soft sheets caress your frame.

The phone on your bedside table lights up, causing you to lazily lift it and look at the screen. Another missed phone call from him, this would be your 4th tonight. Why though? Why, when he has girls throwing themselves at him and the group by his side would he need to speak to you. It’s been weeks since you decided to step back but he continued to call you and text you most of the night, pushing you to almost breaking point. However, you needed to stand strong, not allow your feelings for him to take over, so you place the phone back on the worktop and eventually fall asleep.

Several hours have passed since you fell asleep you wake up suddenly to a loud banging noise, reverberating through the apartment. At first you think it’s the thunderstorm from outside, raging against your window, but then you realise the noise was coming from the front of your home. You groggily approach the front door and peer through the keyhole to see who could be banging so late…Felix.

Why? For fucks sake why? … it makes absolutely no sense that he would be here. Maybe it’s a control thing but I’m sure he can find another gullible person to take your spot, because that’s no longer your role you think to yourself before opening the door to him.

"Felix is 3am, what are...?" before you even get to finish your sentence he has pushed his way through the threshold to your home and has you backed up against the nearest wall.

"Ww...wha...what are you doing?" you manage to choke out, unable to look him in the eyes.

Gosh he looked good; you curse your mind for even thinking it at a time like this but his dark expression and sharp features caused your stomach to do a flip.

Felix rests both his arms either side of you on the wall behind you, caging you in.

His face is extremely close, too close in fact and it fills your mind with thoughts you're trying to suppress, like how you could easily count the freckles that stippled his skin.

"Want to explain why you've been distant?" he asks, cocking his head to the side and raising an eyebrow.

FUCK!

What do you even do.... I guess it’s time to just rip the plaster off. Pushing him away is the best thing to do right now, isn't it?

"Felix, I don't have time for this, I need to get some sleep" you say as you slide under his arm to break free. Before you even get a chance to escape, his hand grabs your wrist pulling you back towards him.

His hands find your shoulders and he lightly shakes you, attempting to get the response he needs.

"Tell me what's going on, why have you just cut me out?"

"I am just busy at the moment Felix, I didn't think you would notice so I didn't see the point in saying anything", your voice quivered slightly at your lie. If you were going to do this, if you were going to lose him from your life for the good of your heart, you wanted to at least do it on your own terms and save yourself the embarrassment of rejection.

An annoyed smirk played on his lips as he removes one of his hands and places it in his pocket.

"Why the fuck would you think like that?" he asked in a low voice, eyes beaming down on your face.

"Well...because you have loads of friends Felix, it doesn't make much difference if one is missing".

His face is now inches away from yours, anger flaring in his eyes at your words.

"You're right, it doesn't make much difference if one person is missing...it does however make a difference when you're the one that is missing".

You don't even think before you spit out your next words, frustration and hurt laced within them.

"Of course, it all makes sense now. You haven't had the person who accommodates to your every need, the person who runs to you whenever you need something. Well I can't do it anymore Lix, so find some other girl, I know you're not short on fans".

Your eyes are filling with tears but you don't do anything to stop them, you just push Felix's hand from your shoulder and take a step back.

He turns his back to you and stands for a moment, seemingly lost in thought and then slowly lets out a low, sexy laugh. He turns back to you and walks confidently in your direction, a devilish smile tugging at his lips.

"I am going to blame the fact you're tired as the reason you're acting fucking dumb right now y/n", he growls before sliding his hands down the back of your legs and skilfully lifting you up so your legs are wrapped around his waist. You don't even know how he did it, but your body is reacting to his and you find your hands have wrapped themselves around his neck too. Felix uses the wall again to press you up against it, lips mere inches away from yours.

"Because you really must be dumb to not realise how long I have wanted you".

Your eyes widen as you look down at him, feeling the closeness between you.

“What are you talking about”? you whisper, afraid to hear your own voice.

"Wow, you really didn't know?" he asks to which you shake your head in response.

"Then let me show you"...

He slowly lowers you down so your faces meet. He lets go of one of the hands holding your legs and brings it to your cheek before closing the gap between you.

Finally his lips meet yours, causing a tingling sensation to run throughout your body. All of your senses set alive in just one moment. The kiss started soft and light, but slowly grew more heated as he nipped against your bottom lip, causing you to moan lightly in his mouth. You can't help the way your body is reacting, pulling his closer and closer, trying to become one with him. Every fibre of your body feels like its been set alight, like the fizzling lit string to a bomb ready to explode.

Felix manages to pull you away for a second, his thumb tracing against your skin and his eyes flickering from your beautiful orbs, back to your swollen lips.

"I have fucking loved you from the moment we met, there never was anyone else y/n. I haven't been with any other girls, though I lied and said I did...I think I was trying to get a reaction from you or maybe I was trying to convince myself it didn't hurt...but the truth is that its only you that lives in my heart and these past weeks without you has been unbearable". You can see his eyes well up with each word he says.

"I am sorry Lix, I didn't think you felt the same as me" you respond, eyes also filling from the words you always wanted to hear.

"I think I have alot more to prove to you, don't you think"? he smiles, wiping away your tears before removing his own.

"I think you should start now" you say, pulling him back in and finding his lips once again.

He wastes no time carrying you to the bedroom, clothes being removed and discarded on the way.

You knew before you even started that he was about to show you everything he felt, but nothing could truly prepare you for the night of pleasure and love that lay ahead.

Should I do a smutty part 2?? ;) Let me know if you want to be tagged ♥️

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ventismacchiato · 2 years

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hi! i just read an immense amount of scara angst and need smth crackly can u do a fun scaramocuhe au? doesn’t have to have a plot just smth funny

and they were roommates crack au

scaramouche x g!n reader

notes: saw this on twt and thought it wud fit scara 😭😭

a/n: hope that cures you from the angst you read anon ^^

masterlist

#genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin impact au #genshin au #genshin impact smau #scaramouche drabble #scaramouche crack au #genshin crack #scaramouche x oc #scaramouche x gender neutral reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche #kunikuzushi x you #kunikuzushi x reader #genshin memes #kai requests

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singsweetmelodies · 7 months

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Hello Katie 👋🏼👋🏼 :D

For the 50 romance prompts ask meme, I'll like to request for 44: soulmate AU: timers <3

but if possible... with a twist...? (you don't have to include a twist if it's too difficult to work it in!)

The twist being, for whatever reason, their countdown timers for each of them to the time they meet their soulmates doesn't match, so they think "we're not each other's soulmates. that's cool. (no it's not)" but it turns out that they're each other soulmates anyways. or they choose to be with each other in spite of not being each other's soulmates. idk. *nervous laughter*

hiiii charlotte 🥰 first off, i am SO sorry for the incredible delay with this answer!! i saw this prompt and i absolutely LOVED IT (and the twist!! 🙏 *chef's kiss*) but unfortunately i got struck with a horrible case of writer's block/work deadlines, and just couldn't get to it at all.

until yesterday: i decided to just open my inbox and see what came to me. no thinking, just following the vibe of a prompt and writing. and uh. this happened... not only did it get ridiculously long (oops?) but it also somehow became a mini "investigate montreal" fic?? so in that vein, i'm tagging @1016week and submitting a belated entry for Day 6 "Montreal"... ❤️

i love this one. hope you love it too!! 👀⌚

Charles' soulmate timer stops when he is seven years old, and he meets the boy with the bluest eyes he's ever seen.

He's been vibrating with excitement all weekend - not just because it's a karting cup, but because his soulmate timer has been ticking down to this day for months now. Well, not just months, not really. It's actually been his whole life, but Charles doesn't remember all of that. He only remembers the past few months, when the little numbers had been getting smaller and smaller, until there were only ten days left and Charles gasped when he realised that the day would fall on the same day as the Bridgestone Cup.

"Of course the girl I marry is going to like racing, too," he'd told Maman and Papa, confidingly. Not a lot about soulmates made much sense to him, but this did.

His Maman had tried to smile, and Charles had hugged her tight to let her know it was going to be okay. He would find his soulmate, and then everyone would be smiling, because that's what people do when you meet your soulmate.

(Later that night, when Charles had been too excited to sleep and he'd gone to the bathroom quickly, Charles had heard his parents having an argument in their room. The door was closed, so their voices were muffled, but Charles could still make out his Maman saying "I just don't think it's a good sign, to meet your soulmate so young!" But Papa had countered, "Many people do, and they have beautiful stories. You have to trust that our Charles will meet his perfect match tomorrow." And then there had been an icky noise, like kissing, and Charles had flushed the loo quickly and ran back to his room.)

Now, with the beautiful blue eyed boy standing in front of him, Charles thinks of Papa's words again. Our Charles will meet his perfect match tomorrow.

Charles thought it would be a girl who really liked karting, but this is even better. This is a boy who wins at karting, because he's holding a trophy in both hands and grinning like he couldn't be happier.

Of course Charles' perfect match would be someone who wins at karting. It's only right, because Charles also wins at karting.

Charles clears his throat. "Hi," he says shyly, and the blue-eyed boy jumps.

"Oh! Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," he says apologetically, and then he laughs. He has a nice laugh, Charles thinks - like he knows how to have fun. "You are a bit short," the blue-eyed boy adds, and hey.

"Hey," Charles protests. "I'm tall for my age. I'm seven."

"Well, I'm nine," the blue-eyed boy says, like that's the most impressive age in the world.

It is a bit impressive, but not very, because Lorenzo is much older than that. Still, it is a little scary - Charles is only seven. What if this blue-eyed boy doesn't like him because he's only seven? Older kids can be mean like that.

No, he is your perfect match, Charles reminds himself. This blue-eyed boy won't be mean to him, because that's not how perfect matches work.

Charles takes a deep breath, then he sticks out his hand. "I'm Charles," he says.

The blue-eyed boy takes his hand, and it feels... weird. A little bit like when you get shocked by static electricity.

Charles giggles, unable to stop himself, and the blue-eyed boy smiles, as though he likes that.

"Hello, Charles. I'm Pierre," he says, squeezing Charles' hand. His eyes widen a moment later. "Oh! You've met your soulmate?!"

Charles doesn't understand what he means. "Well, yeah," he says. "It's y-"

And then he notices it.

Pierre's soulmate timer, right there on his wrist, right above where Charles is gripping his hand - it's still ticking.

Now, Charles doesn't know a lot about soulmates yet, but he knows that that's not good. Not good at all.

"I, um," Charles stammers, and then he does the one thing Maman and Papa said you should never do to your soulmate. Charles lies.

"I met so many new people today. I don't remember who it was."

Pierre's face falls. "Oh," he says, and he sounds unbearably sad for Charles. "But..." He chews his lip, shaking his head with a deep frown.

Then, mid-shake, Pierre's expression changes to one of determination. "I will help you find them," he says, with the kind of confidence Charles can only dream of when he's not on the racetrack.

He tugs on Charles' hand - which he still hasn't let go of - and Charles is helpless to do anything but follow.

They don't find Charles' soulmate anywhere, of course, and then Charles has to go win his race - but Pierre makes him promise that they will find each other at the next French karting event, and Charles will tell him all about his soulmate.

Charles promises, even though the idea makes his stomach feel all funny. I shouldn't be lying to my soulmate, he thinks, guiltily.

But Pierre's soulmate timer didn't stop ticking, and... that's not how soulmates are supposed to work.

The moment he's in the car with his father after the race, heading back home, Charles asks him about it.

Papa is quiet for a long moment, then: "Are you sure there wasn't someone behind Pierre, Charles?" he asks, in his careful, kind way. "Someone who's timer stopped at the same time as yours?"

Charles thinks about it for a moment, but even the idea of that feels - wrong, somehow. Like going into a corner and knowing you braked too hard, and you're going to flip the kart.

He shakes his head decisively. "No," he says. "It's Pierre."

He hears rather than sees his father blow out a soft sigh. Charles catches his eye in the rearview mirror, feeling confused and a little shaky inside.

When Papa sighs like that, it's never good news - it's usually something about sponsorship, which is a word Charles is already coming to dread.

It doesn't make sense how this could be about sponsorship, though. It probably isn't.

Charles waits for his father to gather his thoughts, like he needs to do sometimes to make sure he says exactly what he means. (It's something Maman keeps telling him he should try doing as well, but he's not so good at that yet.)

"You know how even the greatest racing drivers make mistakes sometimes?" Papa asks.

Charles frowns, but he nods. "Yes?"

"Sometimes the universe is like that, too. Sometimes the universe makes a mistake, and stops the timers too soon," Papa explains.

Charles frowns. He hasn't heard about that before, but he guesses it makes sense. It's true what Papa said - not even Senna was a perfect driver who never made mistakes. It makes sense that the universe is the same.

"But this doesn't mean you don't have a soulmate, okay, Charles?" Papa says before Charles can spend too much time thinking about the whole thing. His voice is firmer than Charles was expecting, and he reaches up to tilt the rearview mirror to see Charles better.

"It doesn't mean you don't have a soulmate," he repeats, like he doesn't want Charles to ever doubt that. "It just means it's going to be a little harder to find them."

Charles frowns, and he can't help but be a little annoyed. Isn't the whole point of soulmate timers to make it easier to find your perfect match?

It's just his luck that his soulmate timer doesn't work properly.

"I understand," Charles says, though, because he can tell it's important to his father.

Papa nods, but he keeps watching Charles in the rearview mirror for the rest of the drive, like he sometimes does after a race where Charles crashed the kart badly and he needs to keep making sure that Charles is fine.

Of course Charles is fine. He doesn't think this is comparable to a bad race at all! It's a little annoying, yes, but it's not that bad. It's just a bit of extra work, isn't it?

Charles shrugs his shoulders, glancing quickly down at the stopped soulmate timer at his wrist.

Whatever. Racing is more important than soulmates, anyway.

Almost twenty years later, Charles still says that to himself almost every day, even if he doesn't believe it with nearly the same careless seven-year-old confidence anymore: racing is more important than soulmates.

It is, because it has to be.

The thing is this: his father's explanation to Charles' seven-year-old self had been true - if a little oversimplified, and painted with an overt layer of kindness.

The truth Charles knows now is that there are two reasons, two categories, for people whose timers stop when the other person's keeps running.

One is, like Papa had said all those years ago, a simple case of mistaken timing - cases where the universe or fate or whatever controls it all stopped one person's timer a little too soon, or the other's a little too late.

It's harder to find each other in those cases, but it's still quite possible.

And then there's the second category. The unrequiteds. People whose timers stopped at the right time - when they met the person who would be their perfect match - except that they are not that person's perfect match in return. It only goes one way.

It's rare, but it happens sometimes. No system is perfect, after all - not even a system of soulmates.

For years and years, Charles tried to convince himself that he fell into the first category. His soulmate timer simply stopped too early, by some cosmic accident - but it's okay, Charles insists to everyone who asks and to himself as well, because what it's done is given Charles more time to focus on his racing instead. He's not constantly glancing down at his wrist and wondering when his timer is going to stop ticking - he can just get on with the racing.

He'll find his soulmate eventually, but on his own terms. There's nothing bad about that, surely.

Charles believes that. Really he does.

Except.

Except, if it's true and Charles falls into the first category - the mistaken timing category - then it would mean Pierre isn't his soulmate.

Pierre, who kept the promise he'd made to a seven-year-old who wasn't even his soulmate (because, yes, he had found Charles at the very next French karting cup, and he'd asked to meet Charles' soulmate - and when Charles had to admit that he still hadn't found them, Pierre had hugged him and told him not to give up and that he would find his soulmate someday. Pierre had held Charles' hand and explained that his parents almost didn't find each other, but they did. So it might take Charles some time, but that was okay, because it had taken Pierre's parents some time too, but now they were happier than ever. He'd been so convincing, firm but kind and absolutely sure of himself, and he'd made Charles believe it. He also made Charles smile, genuinely and truly, when he promised he'd stick by Charles' side no matter what anyone else said or whispered about his stopped soulmate timer.)

Pierre, who kept that promise about sticking with Charles, too. Pierre who never stopped being kind, and loyal, and the best friend Charles could ask for, whether he was seven or thirteen or nineteen or twenty-six.

Honestly, how was Charles supposed to not fall hopelessly in love with him?

He tried to deny it. For years and years, Charles tried to deny it - I will find my soulmate someday and it will all make sense, he'd tried to convince himself - but the thing was, what made more sense than Pierre being his soulmate?

It was roundabout the time of Pierre's first win (when Charles was standing under the podium in Monza with an aching back but a heart soaring with joy for his best friend despite the disaster of his own race) that Charles resigned himself to the truth: Pierre is his soulmate.

He has to be. Isn't a soulmate meant to be your perfect match; the person who understands you better than anyone and makes you happier than any other person in the world?

There's nobody else who could make Charles as happy as Pierre does. Nobody, nobody. There's no point in even trying to deny it anymore.

Pierre is his soulmate. But he is not Pierre's.

And that's okay. It's okay.

It has to be.

It isn't okay, not really, but that's true of a lot of things in Charles' life, and he's learned how to deal with them. He can deal with this, too.

On the whole, Charles thinks he does a pretty good job of dealing with it. He gets to be Pierre's best friend, after all - isn't that just a different kind of soulmate? True, Charles might want more, but it isn't like he has nothing. He has Pierre, and he will have Pierre for the rest of their lives.

Not in the way he wants, but - at least he will have Pierre.

The one thing he tries never to think about is Pierre's actual soulmate. Because Pierre has one, he knows, and he will meet them at some point.

Charles doesn't know how the hell he's supposed to look at some soulmate of Pierre's, and smile at her, and not be hopelessly, heartbreakingly jealous.

(He will do it, though. He will learn to smile at Pierre's soulmate - for Pierre's sake. He'll do it for Pierre.)

But that's a bridge he will cross when they get there. He doesn't have to worry about it yet (or at least, that's what Charles keeps telling himself even as the months tick by, and he knows there aren't year figures left on Pierre's soulmate timer anymore. Just months now, and then... weeks.)

Charles isn't thinking about it. He's put it out of his mind completely - which is easy enough to do, thankfully, given everything that's been happening on-track this season.

That's probably why he accepts Pierre's invitation to dinner in Montreal without thinking twice about it. (Even if he had realised, though, Charles doesn't think he would have been able to say no, either. He would give Pierre everything, if he only asked.)

So they go to dinner in Montreal, and it's perfect, and wonderful, and laughter-filled, and all in all exactly what Charles needed to distract himself from the fact that he has yet another engine penalty, and the sinking feeling that the championship is beginning to slip out of his reach.

Pierre seems to realise it, because he's in even finer form than usual - teasing Charles and tickling his ribs playfully and making him laugh at every possible opportunity.

Even on the drive back to the hotel: they stop at a red light, and Pierre steals Charles' cap, and Charles is giggling and filming it while Pierre is giggling back, and he's pretty sure neither of them are thinking about it at all, until-

Until Pierre's face changes from laughter to something almost ashen. "Charles," he says, and for all the years Charles has known him, he's never once heard Pierre's voice like that. "My soulmate timer just stopped."

For a few seconds, the words don't even register in Charles' mind.

Then they do, and Charles can feel his heart drop. "What?" he breathes.

His hands shake, and he doesn't even register the fact that the light has gone green as he glances all around them, craning his neck to see if there's anyone behind the white Ferrari, or around to the side.

Just a few minutes ago, their car had been surrounded by fans on all sides, all jostling to try and get pictures of them. But now, somehow, they're all alone in the Montreal night.

(The irony of it all is not lost on him - is this how Pierre felt all those years ago, when he was trying to look for Charles' soulmate at a karting cup, but not finding anybody it could be?)

"Are you sure it stopped just now? And not earlier?" Charles asks, willing his voice not to shake.

"Yeah," Pierre whispers. He sounds... devastated.

"But," Charles says, and then he has to take a deep breath. "But there's no-one else here, Pierrot."

"I know," Pierre says, somehow even softer.

Charles' fingers clench reflexively around the steering wheel, and he's moving in blank autopilot as he puts the car into gear and starts driving forward again.

He doesn't even realise he's shaking his head until Pierre says softly, "Charles." There's something wounded about it.

Charles stops shaking his head and slams on the brakes instead, jerking the car into something he hopes is a parking space at the side of the road.

"I don't understand," he says, far more calmly than he feels. "You can't - I can't be your soulmate."

Okay, maybe he's not so calm after all. But he doesn't think... he doesn't think anyone would be calm, in this situation.

Pierre makes a sound that could almost be a laugh, except that it sounds too strangled. "Do you know," he says, "that I have spent half my life wondering if the soulmate system got something wrong in my case? Because if you're not my soulmate, then who is? Who could possibly..."

Pierre does laugh this time, shaking his head. "You know, I asked to go out with you tonight for a reason. I knew - I knew it would happen tonight, so I needed to..." He swallows. "I needed to see you, one last time. Before I wouldn't be allowed to love you anymore."

It jolts through Charles then, what Pierre is trying to say. "Pierre," he breathes, and now it's his turn to say his best friend's name in a way he doesn't think he's ever said it before.

But Pierre's not finished yet. "I thought I could have one last night with you," he says. "One last night, before I had to say goodbye to my feelings, and try to love someone else."

My feelings. Try to love someone else.

Charles Leclerc is a lot of things, but an idiot is not one of them. He knows what Pierre is saying. He's...

Pierre loves him too. All along, Pierre has loved him too.

Only, he never had the option of thinking we're soulmates, Charles realised, and his heart twists in his chest.

Because Charles, for all that he accepted his soulbond toward Pierre was unrequited - at least he'd had the option of them being soulmates. Yes, it was in a twisted way, but at least he'd had that.

Pierre didn't. And he still fell in love with Charles.

The thought hits him like a shell-shock, and it's enough that Charles can only sit there for a moment, staring blankly, as Pierre continues talking beside him.

"I meant for tonight to just be a quick dinner together, something fun but normal for us," Pierre is saying, wringing his hands. "But I lost track of time. I always lose time when I'm talking to you, Charlito, I could talk to you forever - but the point is, I forgot to tell you I need to go back. I forgot that I was meant to meet my fucking soulmate tonight, because I was spending time with you, and - "

He takes a deep breath, and then he laughs again, leaning forward to drop his head into his hands. "I felt it happen, you know? I knew exactly when my soulmate timer stopped, because I could feel it, and it's - it was when I put that fucking cap on my head, Charles."

The cap that he's still wearing. Charles' 16 Ferrari cap.

Charles' hands shake as he reaches out to touch it, just the brim. "Your soulmate timer stopped when you put my cap on," he says, because a part of him still can't believe that this is real, that he's not living in some kind of heartbreakingly wonderful dream.

Pierre straightens up so fast that Charles is left with his fingers dangling awkwardly in mid-air. "Yes," he says, suddenly looking wild, "but this doesn't have to change anything, Charlito, I promise. I will still help you find your soulmate, and I will - I'll learn how to live with an unrequited bond, it's -"

"No!" Charles interrupts, half-throwing himself across the car to catch hold of Pierre's hands. "No, no, no, no. No more unrequited bonds, Pierrot."

Pierre starts to shake his head, but then he stops in the middle of the movement. "What do you mean," he asks, very carefully, "no more?"

And suddenly, Charles feels giddy, of all things. "I mean, your timer didn't stop when mine did. So for years, I have thought that we can't be soulmates, or at least that you couldn't be my soulmate. But now your timer stopped when you put on my cap, so -"

"Stop, stop, stop," Pierre says, squeezing Charles' hands tightly. "What do you mean, my timer didn't stop when yours did?"

"Oh," Charles says, and then he winces, the weight of the only real lie he's ever told his best friend (the only real lie he's ever told his soulmate) settling onto his shoulders with uncomfortable heaviness. "Um. Well. Do you remember when we met, and you thought I already met my soulmate?"

"No," Pierre breathes, but it's not the kind of no that says "no I don't remember." This no is more like "no way."

"Yeah," Charles says, and he can't help but look down at his own wrist, where the soulmate timer has been stopped for years and years. "My timer stopped the moment I met you, Pierrot."

"You..."

Pierre doesn't look like he knows how to finish that sentence, but Charles understands him anyway. "How was I supposed to tell you? I was seven, Pierre, and your timer didn't stop. I thought it was a mistake for years."

"But?" Pierre asks, like he can tell there was a but.

Charles beams at him. "But, I realised that there was nobody else who could be my perfect match. So I thought you were my soulmate after all, but it was unrequited."

"Never," Pierre says with a fierceness Charles doesn't expect. "Charles, never. If I knew... if I thought I had even half a chance, I would have been with you anyway."

Charles tries to laugh, but it comes out all breathless. "No you wouldn't."

"Yes, I would," Pierre argues, and his voice is heartbreakingly sincere. "I don't care. I would have chosen you."

Charles hears a punched-out noise, and it takes him a moment to realise it came from him. The next moment, he's unbuckling his seatbelt and climbing awkwardly over to sit on Pierre's lap.

It's not quite comfortable, because for all its luxury, the white Ferrari does not have a lot of leg space - but Charles doesn't think either of them give a single fuck, in this moment.

"I love you," he tells Pierre, reaching up to cup his cheek. "I've always loved you, but I never would have stood between you and your soulmate."

"Funny," Pierre says, his hands coming up to grip Charles' hips, "because that's exactly what stopped me from kissing you senseless."

"Well," Charles says, and if he grinds down just a little on Pierre's lap, he'll swear to everyone who asks that it was accidental. "It doesn't have to stop us anymore."

"Never again," Pierre agrees, tightening his grip on Charles' hips. "Never."

"So kiss me senseless, please," Charles whispers, and then he adds "soulmate," and that's what does it. Pierre surges up and kisses him, wild and desperate and more than a little clumsy, but without question the best kiss Charles has ever had. His own cap digs into his forehead a little, but Charles can't even bring himself to care about that - they owe too much to this cap now, honestly.

Maybe the universe does know what it's doing after all, Charles thinks. Maybe the universe just wanted to write a good story for them. A story that goes like this:

Charles' soulmate timer stopped when he was seven years old, and he met the boy with the bluest eyes he'd ever seen.

Almost twenty years later, Pierre's soulmate timer stopped in a white Ferrari in Montreal, and Charles finally got to kiss the boy with the bluest eyes he's ever seen, the man who is his best friend and his soulmate.

The odds of it working out this way have to be... a million to one, probably, or maybe even less.

But then again, what are the odds that two boys who met at a French karting cup and became friends with a shared dream would both make it to Formula 1?

Maybe the answer is just that Pierre and Charles have always liked beating the odds.

(50 Romance Prompts Ask Meme) <- not currently taking more prompts, sorry!

#50 romance prompts meme #piarles #piarles fic #myfic #soulmate timers au #*me writing this to try and banish my writers block* so it's just going to be a short little drabble!#you can tell i am a scuderia ferrari fan and delusional because LOOK what happened lmfao #i don't think you could call this ''short'' in any sense of the word #in fact it probably belongs on AO3 #OOPS #but i love it #i love it SO MUCH #we are so back babyyyyy #(like any good ferrari fan i fully expect to be saying ''it's so over!'' a week from now)#(but let's enjoy it while it lasts!!)#(SOULMATE PIARLES BABYYYYY)#(posted at exactly 16:26 my time too! this makes me smile <333)

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diamondbreakingboi · 10 months

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Me, opens ao3 like a western saloon door: Bartender, I'll have your finest slow burn with the strongest dash of hurt/comfort you can afford. And don't forget the mutual pining on the side!

#and sprinkle in a western au mayhaps?#fanfic memes #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction meme #ao3 meme #ao3 #dbb drabbles

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sukustar · 1 year

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I see this out of context and think it's Sukuna being scolded by his mother.

Here he told his grandmother and the grandmother scolded her mother:

Here he is looking at her mom with the face of a champion thinking "I won":

(Now I'm curious about his mother)

#jujutsu kaisen #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #jjk ryomen #jjk sukuna #jjk sukuna ryomen #sukuna ryoumen x reader #ryoumen sukuna #jjk au #jujutsu kaisen au #jjk x reader #jjk drabbles #jjk headcanons #jjk memes #jujutsu sukuna #sukuna jjk

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thealphavoidofficial · 6 months

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An idea for TMIB darabbles, you know the Mimic episode? (Even tho the Mimic wasn't really that importand lore vise)

What if Sun had enough of Moon and the Computer making fun of the situation and he just transforms and slaps the Mimic who is now looks like Sun acrose the face or something.

Like its just a silly little idea i had.

Lmao yes!!!

The mimic: being annoying and insulting earth

Sun:

#the monster i’ve become #sun and moon show #sun and moon show au #meme #ask #drabbles

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abyssguardian · 7 months

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. . . No clue who Walter is, but I trust you've used the recipe well? What kind of experiments have you done? Anon is on this time thank fuck

I have tested it on a 'Willing' Endo

it works perfectly, now, we must simply- Wait where did Sun and Moon Go!? DAMN IT now we have to wait till they get back!

#sun and moon show #sun and moon show au #the monster i've become #meme #catnip adventures #New drabble sneak peak? 👁️#drabbles

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tillthelandslide · 2 years

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Photographer!Yn x Harry’s relationship Instagram Concept

ynphotography:

ynphotography Fruitman🍉🍒🍇🥝becomes… whale man 🐳💦💧🌊 p.s can you tell I take my job seriously? @harrystyles

harrystyles remind be why I pay you again?

-> ynphotography don’t start being rude or I’ll start posting cursed photos of you

-> harrystyles you wouldn’t!

-> harrystyles would you?

-> harrystyles love I’m sorry! You’re the best photographer in the business, you’re a joy to work with and a great friend that’s why I pay you

-> fan3 omg look at her story…. I love their friendship

ynphotography via stories:

harrystyles:

harrystyles she makes me look cool I guess @ynphotography

ynphotography only because you pay me well

-> harrystyles oi!

-> ynphotography sorry boss 🫡 (p.s you bullied me first)

fan1 🥵🥵🥵 thank you so much for blessing our eyes with this @ynphotography

-> ynphotography you’re welcome 😇

fan2 she knew what she was doing when she took this

-> ynphotography 😇😈😇

-> jefezoff stop right now before you break the internet!

-> ynphotography sorry boss 🙊

-> harrystyles thought I was your boss @ynphotohraphy

-> ynphotography oi don’t get jealous on me hazza

ynphotography:

ynphotography people always ask me “Y/N how do you manage to get such good photos of Harry?”, it’s easy, just yell a bad joke at him and you’ll get a photo like this @harrystyles

fan1 okay 🥹 but the way he’s smiling at you 🥹

-> ynphotography it was at the joke I swear

harrystyles I believe this particular joke was “when does the joke become a ‘dad joke’ when it becomes apparent”

-> ynphotography aren’t I just a joy to work with ?

-> harrystyles the best really

-> fan2 okay but not then flirting in the comments

Hater1 she seriously needs to back off. He can do so much better

Hater2 I don’t care if they’re dating or not, she’s ugly, always the one behind the camera not in front of it🤮

harrystyles:

harrystyles Treat People With Kindness @ynphotography

fan2 the fact he had to post this after y/n got sent hate :( really breaks my heart

ynphotography 🖤🖤

lizzobeeating the sweetest human ever @ynphotography

-> ynphotography ly queen 🖤

gemmastyles ❤️❤️

ynphotography via stories:

ynphotography:

ynphotography nothing but happy moments with you @harrystyles

harrystyles I adore you ❤️

-> ynphotography I adore you more boss man

pillowpersonpp 🚢🚢

-> ynphotography 😂😂

jefezoff two of the best people on this earth

-> harrystyles mate! 🖤

-> ynphotography ly Jeffryyyyyyy!!

harrystyles:

harrystyles You 🖤 @ynphotography

fan4 omg this is the cutest thing ever

ynphotography I love you ❤️

-> harrystyles I love you more ❤️

yourbestfriend what a hot couple, like damn 🥵

-> ynphotography stahp

gemmastyles it’s a happy day for the styles family 🥹

annetwist the best ❤️

#harry styles instagram imagine #harry styles instagram concept #harry styles smut #harry styles social media au #harry styles drabble #Harry styles #harry styles au meme #harry styles x reader #Harry styles x you #Harry styles Instagram imagine

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manic-eddie · 2 years

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modern au!eddie would definitely wear these‼️

a little blurb about Eddie wearing these👇🏻 *a little suggestive but nothing too nsfw*

like you would be sitting in bed reading a book while is in the shower then he finally comes out of the bathroom but instead of seeing him in his plaid pajama pants and raggedy Metallica shirt that he would normally wear to bed, he is wearing those briefs. he literally struts out of the bathroom like he’s some Victoria’s Secret model and is walking down a runway, he literally puts on a whole show and when he finally gets to the bed he points down to the *ahem* area that says ‘bite me’ and says “you know what to do babe;)”

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allykakamatsu · 7 months

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I can fix him, probably

KH X GI AU: A rough summary of how their first meeting went down-

Below the cut, a slightly more serious drabble about this.

Also please support me on ko-fi here

Of all the things I expected when I agreed to get those artifacts for Lady Kokomi, finding a different set telling the story of someone who's story sounds a lot like what mine would've turned out like if Roxas and Axel hadn't befriending me somehow only comes second on the weird surprises scale, the first being the fact that right after I read said story I got attacked by a boy about my height with purple hair and a really big hat. He also has lightning powers that could give Larxene a run for her money so I am very grateful that I am not a slouch in a fight because aside from one pretty bad hit he got on my cheek at the start the fight's been more or less even.

I can tell he's starting to get tired though, so I quickly summon Forget Me Not and go for a big slash, and while he mostly dodges it does knock him back onto the floor, so I quickly point the end of my Keyblade at his throat before he can try anything again.

"!! Hmph, not bad," he reluctantly admits, "not even a Vision in sight yet you managed to knock me down. Not sure if I should call you brave or stupid for doing that but it clearly worked. Who the hell are you?"

"Xion, and you aren't half bad yourself. Now, mind if I ask who you are and why you attacked me?" I fire back as I get a better look at my opponent. His clothes look standard enough for Inazuma albeit really well made, but what really catches my attention are his elbows. They're ball joints. Is... is he a puppet like me?

"My name isn't your concern, though if you want something to call me just stick with Balladeer," he replies sounding awfully smug for someone being held at Keyblade point, "and I was just trying to get my shit back but you got your hands on it."

"Awfully violent for something you could've just asked for," I tell him as I realise something, "but wait, these things, they're yours?" With that I put the golden set I found alongside Lady Kokomi's on the ground in front of him.

"Yup, that's it." He confirms and I resist the urge to drop my Keyblade. The person from the artifacts, the one who almost had me crying over what happened, they're still alive?! And... honestly a bit of a brat but honestly after everything I can't really blame them. Still, by what I heard after his friends betrayed him he found himself in really bad company so now I wanna do what I can to get him a better influence, like my friends were for me.

"Hello! Earth to Xion, you've been staring at me like a dead goldfish!" Balladeer shouts snapping me out of my thoughts as he puts his hat back on.

"My bad, just realising some things," I apologise as I dismiss Forget Me Not and start forming a plan, "and I didn't realise these were yours, so you can have them back no problem, but you did attack me for flimsy reasons, so you owe me."

"Owe you-?! Ugh, tell me what it is and if it's not stupid I'll agree." Balladeer reluctantly agrees after sounding so flabbergasted.

"You, me, we're heading to my place and we're gonna talk more over Seasalt ice cream!" I tell him with a grin making him look shocked and confused.

"Seasalt- you know what I hate overly sweet things so maybe that will cancel it out," he sighs after processing that, "but how do I know this isn't a trap?"

"Well, ignoring the fact I just met you and wouldn't have the time to arrange one," I tell him with a slightly smaller but still hopefully warm smile, "from one puppet to another, I promise I'm just here for a good time. Also taking down the Shogun but that's for another day."

"!! Ignoring your good taste in who to take out, you too?," Balladeer asks in surprise and when I nod to confirm he relaxes a little, "..... fine, I'll come, but only for an hour, after that I have a right to leave."

"Fine by me, let's go!" I agree as I grab Lady Kokomi's artifacts as we exit the domain. I may end up jinxing it, but I think this may be the start of a beautiful friendship.