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masonm19 · 2 months

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when two became three - mason mount x reader

Your eyes snapped open as you felt your stomach start to churn. Remaining still, you tried to see if you could wait out the horrible feeling, hoping it would pass. It was a quiet morning, and the intention was that you could remain wrapped in your lovers arms as long as you liked that day. But your stomach had a different idea, and it apparently wasn't going away, evidenced by the nausea that was quickly overwhelming you.

Trying to be gentle as possible, you wiggled out of Mason's arms and started heading, sprinting actually, to the bathroom to empty the contents of your stomach. You could barely wait for the door to open before getting down on your knees and leaving over the toilet and emptying everything you had in your stomach. You hadn't realised that Mason had followed you; apparently you made more noise than you originally intended. He squatted down behind you before softly pulling your hair back and out of your face, murmuring soft things to you as you heaved.

"You're sick again," he observed quietly as you finally finished being sick and sat down on the floor, wiping your mouth with a tissue. He sat next to you, pausing only for a moment before pulling you into his lap, giving the side of your head a kiss, "Are you all right?"

"I think so," you sighed as you rested your head against his chest, "must have been something I ate. I don't see what else it could be, or it's just some kind of stomach bug."

"It's been happening a lot lately," he said softly, and you knew he was right. More often than not lately had you found yourself running and throwing up in the mornings, all kinds of different things causing your stomach to sour. "Maybe it's something you should get checked out?" Mason said softly before hugging me from behind, nuzzling his face into my shoulder before placing a kiss on my neck.

"I'm sure it's nothing," you tried to reassure him, looking up at him and nuzzling your noses against his, "it's probably something that's just hanging on and will clear up on its own."

"Y/N, my love, I don't want to take the chance that it is nothing," he insisted, putting his hand under your chin so you were looking up at him, seeing that there was nothing but concern in his soft brown eyes, "please promise me that you'll get it checked out. If not for your sake, then do it for mine."

"How can I say no to you?" You decided it was easier to give in to his simple request than try and fight him on it. Perhaps he had a point anyway, maybe it was something more to it than you originally thought, "I promise that I'll go and get it checked out and we'll see what's going on."

The following afternoon you found yourself getting through the crowded city in London making your way to the doctors. You walked up to the counter where you found the receptionist sitting there, setting your hands on the counter anxiously, "hi I was wondering if it was possible to see a doctor?"

"Of course! You've come at a good time, we're actually slow today," she smiled at you. Part of you wouldn't have minded if you were turned away and could return to Mason and pretend you'd got checked out and that nothing was wrong. But you knew he would be able to see right through you either way, he knows you too well.

"What's been going on?" The doctor asked, "I've been getting sick a lot lately," you started to explain, "mostly in the mornings, sometimes throughout the day. Just general nausea. I just want to make sure it's nothing serious. My husband was getting concerned too."

"Oh," the woman smiled at you, almost in a knowing way as she scribbled down a few notes, "go ahead and take a seat. I'll have someone with you in a few minutes."

Before you knew it, you were sitting on an examination table, swinging your legs back and forth as y Ou waited for the doctor to return. She'd spent a few minutes talking to you before performing an examination that didn't last long. It was a most as she, just as the receptionist at the front, already knew what was going on. Part you felt like it was just going to be something obvious, that should've easily been able to fig Ure on your own.

"Y/N," the doctor came back in, a smile on your face as she clutched her clipboard to her chest. She didn't seem worried, but rather happy, and you felt a bit of relief wash through your body, "You don't have anything to worry about. But I have one question for you."

"Go ahead."

"What is the date of your last menstrual cycle?" You were taken aback for a moment before trying to think of the date, racking your brain. That's when you realised you couldn't remember. It hadn't been last month, the month before that.

"Ermm," you said as you hung your head, "I honestly don't remember. It must have been at least-"

"Three months?" She asked and you nodded in response. How had it been that long and you hadn't noticed? It had always come like clockwork every month, except recently. You should've noticed, this was deal to miss, "Which I think you know what this means."

"Huh?" You asked as you still didn't manage to put two and two together, "I don't-"

"You're pregnant," she said as your jaw dropped at her announcement, "your about three months pregnant."

"Pregnant," you repeated, the word bouncing around in your head. Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant, "I can't be pregnant."

"Well, I'm here to tell you that you are," she pulled a few papers from her clipboard and handed them to, "this has all the details and information you need. There's going to be a lot of changes happening so there is plenty of information on that, and different options. I know you might be scared right now, but it'll be okay. You'll always have someone by your side to help you with whatever decision you make."

"Thank you," you hadn't realised that tears were welling in your eyes, from fear, excitement and relief now that you had your answer. You should have known all the signs that would lead up to this, how could you be stupid? The doctor put a hand on your shoulder and gave it a gentle, but reassuring squeeze,

"It's a lot. I feel like this is really obvious but I had no clue."

"Don't worry," she said with a wink, "a lot of people don't. It may seem obvious, but in the moment when it's happening to you, it's not obvious at all."

"Thank goodness," you said with a nervous laugh, "it's a lot to take in."

"Congratulations," she beamed at you, "I'm sure you must be excited to tell your husband."

"My husband," you repeated as realisation set in and you'd have to actually tell Mason. Besides, it wasn't something that you were just going to be able to ignore for much longer, and he's know anyway, he was perceptive as could be, "yes, that should be interesting."

"Is this your first?"

"Yes, it is our first, so all the emotions are kicking in right now."

"I'm sure you and your husband have so much to be excited for!" She said as she made a few notes on her chart, "well you're free to go, and make sure to come back and see us soon, to make sure to set appointments for regular check ups."

"Of course," you were still feeling shell-shocked as you tried to process everything, "I'll be sure to do that."

You got home to Mason startling you from behind.

"Y/N?" He asked as he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder, "you're home."

"I'm home," you smiled at the sound of his familiar voice, "where were you?"

"Just went out," he spun you around so you were facing him. He reached behind him on the counter and showed you a blooming bouquet of bright flowers, "getting you these. I figured they might help cheer you up since you haven't been feeling well.

You felt your heart melt before you kiss Mason and give him a tight hug, "my handsome. Thank you so much, seriously. You have no idea what it this means to me."

"It's because I love you so much," Mason reached over and brushed a lock of hair out of your face.

"I love you too," you said as you leaned into his touch, having rested his hand on your cheek.

"How did it go with the doctor? Did you find out what's been going on?" He asked and you nodded in response. Of course he was going to ask right away, he was probably more concerned than you were. You thought about lying to him so you could surprise him, but didn't have it in your heart, knowing he would call you out about it right away.

"I did, yeah," you answered, giving him a small nod,"it's nothing bad."

"What's going on then?" He asked, trying to get you to look at him, "what happened, sweetheart?"

You suddenly felt nervous, unsure of how to spit it out and just tell him the news. It was just two simple words, but you somehow they seemed like the hardest ones, "it's just that I'm...."

"What is it?" He asked softly, as he gave you a smile, his dark eyes soft. You loved everything about him, but in that moment it all seemed intensified; Mason really was your everything. Before you could stop yourself, you leaned over and pecked his lips, lingering against them for just a moment. He chuckled as he put an arm around your waist, "come on, tell me, you've got me on pins and needless here!"

"I'm pregnant," you blurted out before you could stop yourself, a hand going to your mouth in surprise.

Mason looked at you stunned for a moment for a moment, his brow furrowing as a look of confusion crossed his features. He remained silent for a moment as he went through about ten different emotions all at once.

"Pregnant," he repeated as he tested the word out, seeing how it sounded coming from his own lips, "pregnant? You're pregnant."

"Yes," you said as you tried to figure out whether or not he was happy, "please tell me you're not upset."

"Upset?" He asked quietly as you gave him a small nod, the back of your eyes stinging with tears, "I'm not upset, not in the slightest. I'm happy, my love, so fucking happy."

"You are?" You asked as a single tear rolled down your cheeks, only to be quickly wiped away by Mason, "I'm so scared."

"It's okay to be scared," he said as his own eyes started to get glassy, "I"m scared too, but it'll be okay. Everything will be perfect, because we're having a baby. We're having a baby. I love you so much, Y/N."

Mason pulled you close to him and rested his forehead against yours, one of his favourite signs of affection, "I can't believe this is happening. Everything is perfect, I couldn't have asked for anything better."

"I'm glad you're happy, Mason," you said quietly, "I love you so much."

"I am and I love you," he whispered back, "more than anything else in the world. The two of you, referring to the unborn baby in your stomach"

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marvelmymarvel · 1 year

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The Uchiha

Tobirama Senju x Uchiha!Reader

Synopsis: He hated all Uchihas, every last one of them. But you? You were somehow different... And he didn't like that.

Important note: I know the timeline/ages are OFF as Tobirama was 39 when he became Hokage. Let's pretend he was 25 :)

Naruto Masterlist: Here

Also, Tobirama drinks respect women juice. It's canon in this house.

Madara's huff of annoyance sounded out in the room as you turned down yet another suitor. "Sister, why must you sabotage every proposal that comes your way? I'm trying to help you find a husband-"

"I do not wish to get married yet Madara, I'm only 21" You bit back, arms crossed as you pouted up at him. This whole 'suitor' search had been going on for months now, and you were growing tired of the good-for-nothing men your brother brought your way. "And when do you expect to finally be "ready" for marriage, Y/n... Your time is running out-"

"I'm only 21"

You always hated the idea of marrying young and it was the Uchiha way to be married by the time you turned 22. As the head of the clan, Madara was having a very hard time accepting that you were not willing to follow protocols when he was already struggling to maintain power amongst the members. "Y/n please..."

He sounded so pitiful, so tired... But you were done with this conversation. Standing from your spot on the floor, you brushed off the dirt from your dress and started towards the door "We can talk about this later, I want to go for a walk"

"You can't run from this forever Y/n. You will be married within the next 6 months"

You slammed the sliding door shut, eyes rolling in anger as you took off towards the town. "How could he be so selfish, trying to set me up with men that I clearly have no interest in" you huffed out to yourself quietly as you stormed past members of the clan. Some sent you glares, others averted their gazes knowing that one wrong look would mean certain death from either you or your brother.

Your body relaxed as you entered Konoha's downtown area, the Uchiha section and its demands of you were now far away. The sound of the people bustling around the market filled you with joy. There were many girls that were around your age sitting around outside of a cafe, they seemed to be laughing about some stupid thing that had happened to one of them. It was so simple but it was a reality you yearned for.

Sometimes you hated being a part of the clan. They were just so far behind the times and it felt almost suffocating to exist among their stuffy ideologies.

'You're supposed to get married young and give your husband as many children as he desires.'

'Your place is in the home, where you care for your husband and children.'

'Ambitions? You don't need them! Don't forget, your place is beside your husband and that's that'

God, it made you sick. There was nothing wrong with being a homemaker, but it wasn't for you. You wanted to get out there, work, have dreams, and find love naturally... Not through your brother of all people.

You wanted someone else, someone different. Someone who wasn't in the clan and someone who would challenge you to be something more than just a wife and mother. You wanted-

You halted in your tracks as he crossed in front of you, his Kage cape flapping in the wind behind him making him look bigger than he was. Your mouth dropped a little as you watched them walk away, you hadn't seen either of them since Tobirama became the second Hokage and it felt like today was your lucky day.

"Tobirama! Hashirama!" You called out, hand shooting up as you caught up to them. Hashirama smiled brightly at you, arm opening up urging you to hug him "Y/n! How've you been? How's Madara?"

You slyly shot a glance toward the white-haired man, and you didn't miss the slight annoyance that flashed across his face at your presence. You knew he didn't like your clan. You didn't like your clan either.

"I've been good. Madara's been... Madara" You were trying to sound chipper, but the thought of Madara soured your mood again. Hashirama nodded, he knew you and Madara were on thin ice what with him trying to find you a husband and you NOT going along with it. "Husband search not going well?"

Your face morphed into a scowl and Hashirama kicked himself for even asking when he knew that's what was wrong. Tobirama's eyebrows furrowed together at your change in demeanor, he was used to your ruthless attitude, so this was something he wasn't expecting. You grew embarrassed under Hashirama's pitiful look and Tobiramas inquisitive stare, "If I do marry, it won't be an Uchiha" you muttered quietly before brushing past the two men.

The two brothers stood there in silence as they watched you walk swiftly down the street towards some food stands, "I shouldn't have said anything" Hashirama sighed as he rubbed his face in anguish, "Her brother's going to kill me"

"Why does she not want to marry an Uchiha?" Tobirama breathed out, he didn't know what was getting into him, but it felt like he was seeing you for the first time in his entire life. He had known you for years, ever since you were children. He found you to be quite annoying and lumped you together with the other Uchihas that he hated.

Yet something felt off.

"They treat their women like property. It's mandatory that a woman marries before 22 and has a child before 23. Her place is in the home and they can't do anything without permission from their husbands"

"That's ridiculous. Women have needs and desires as well-"

"Yes I know Tobirama but that's how the clan operates-"

"Well, it's another reason as to why I despise that god-forsaken lineage-"

"If you're so upset with it why not marry her?"

Tobirama slammed his mouth shut at Hashiramas statement. Him? Marry YOU? An UCHIHA of all people?! Hashirama stood his ground though, he wasn't stupid and he saw the looks Tobirama has been sending you for YEARS now. Tobirama could lie all he wanted to, he has always cared for you more than he'd like to admit. Tobirama started to take off back to the Hokage's office, not liking the look Hashirama was giving him "I don't think marriage is a good idea, the clan will disown her if she marries outside of their circle-"

"She hates her clan Tobirama and honestly, I think you're the only person who can make her happy"

Tobirama tripped on his footing trying to stop in disbelief. His eyes were wide and his face was full of disgust at what Hashirama was insinuating. Him? Make you happy? Not possible.

"Uchiha or not, you can't deny that you care for her in some way. I know this because you look at her differently than you look at anyone else. You don't even look at the women you try to court that way-"

"I'm done with this conversation" Tobirama huffed out, his face was burning red and the whiteness of his cloak only made it more noticeable that he was embarrassed. Hashirama opened his mouth to make another statement but Tobirama stormed towards the Hokage's office, leaving him standing there in disbelief.

How could someone so smart, be so clueless.

* 2 weeks later *

Your feet kicked at the ground as you waited for your turn to talk to the Hokage. Madara was unable to meet with Tobirama to go over the latest requests of the Uchiha clan, so you were left to the task of talking to the stubborn man who always seemed to make your heart race faster than it should.

"Y/n Uchiha? You're free to go in now"

You nodded at the secretary before standing and heading towards the door, heart pounding as your gripped the wooden door. Sliding it open, you popped your head in before letting out a quiet 'hello'. Tobirama's head shot up at the sound of your voice, he was expecting Madara so this was quite the surprise. "Y/n" he greeted firmly, trying very hard to calm his nerves as he took you in.

You were wearing a simple dress, not too fancy but not too casual. It fit you in all of the right ways, you were attractive sure.

But it was your smile that took his breath away. It reached your eyes, making you appear carefree even though he knew you weren't. "So sorry about my brother's absence. He grew ill over the weekend and asked me to step in for this discussion" you explained sheepishly as you navigated your way to one of the chairs across from the desk.

Tobirama didn't say anything but nodded at your apology, he wasn't upset with this change of plans. He was actually happy. After his discussion with his brother, he tried to push you out of his mind, but every time he saw you he was reminded of the feelings he so desperately tried to hide. "What do you want to speak about?" Tobirama started as you sat down in front of him. You looked at him wide-eyed as if he was asking you something foreign, "Oh! Yes, that" you finally stated as you opened up the envelope with the items to discuss.

Your eyes scanned over each bullet, humming to yourself in agreement with the requests on the page, but you grew still at the last bullet point. Tobirama cocked his head as he took in the way your face fell into disbelief and sadness. "Is something the matter?" His voice was clear but muffled at the same time thanks to the growing rage pounding in your ears. "They want your help with finding my suitor..."

His blood ran cold at the words, if they were asking for his help, that meant-

"They want to look outside of the clan" you breathed out, and in a way, you almost sounded relieved. "Is that something you want?" Tobirama's question was met with silence, but it wasn't a no. "I guess you'll need to marry into a higher-ranking family, do you have a preference-"

"Wait wait wait" you started, waving your hands as your cheeks heated up at the idea of marrying someone who wasn't in your inner circle. You didn't know if you were happy about this, you didn't know if this was a better option. Tobirama studied you from across his desk, you were somehow giving off the energy of relief but also anguish, two feelings that never went together.

"What do you want, Y/n?"

His question took you off guard, it wasn't usual for someone to ask you what you wanted. "I... I want to marry someone who will let me be more than just his wife. Someone that will let me be me." You finally breathed out, your nerves beginning to somehow morph into excitement at the idea of getting what you wanted. "So a higher-ranking individual who will let you be you? Is that all you desire?" Tobirama sounded calm, but inside he was kicking himself. He tried to rack his brain for who you could marry, but all he saw was himself.

"Yes. I suppose"

Your answer was quiet and bashful, had you somehow read his mind and saw the very image of you two together? "Do you have a preference to what clan-"

"Um... Maybe a Senju?" It was bold, very bold of you to blurt it out so quickly. It told him that you had pondered the answer to that question for some time now. "Well, you're in luck. The Senju clan isn't as backward as the Uchihas are. You will have no issue finding a husband who will nurture you and your desires" Tobirama was thankful you couldn't see his shaking hands below the desk. He didn't like the idea of you being with someone in the Senju clan, someone who wasn't him.

This felt wrong. He hated your clan so why were you different? Had he always felt this way and hated you to cover it up? He thought back to when you were kids. You were a couple of years younger than him and you were always trying to talk to him even though it was forbidden.

Forbidden.

'The Uchiha clan is evil. I forbid you from talking to them in any way shape or form'

That's what his father always preached, Hashirama never listened but he did. Now he was regretting it.

"How do you feel about me?"

"I'm sorry what?" You sputtered out, eyes wide at how calm he sounded. Tobirama didn't falter, only stared at you as if urging you to answer even if you didn't want to. "I uh. I guess I like you? I don't know I enjoy your company and-"

"I meant marrying me"

Your blood ran cold but not in a bad way. Your face burned and the heat began to travel down your neck and chest. He was what you wanted, what you've always wanted. Ever since you were kids you decided that he was the one you wanted to be with. But he always hated you so you wrote it off as a stupid crush and tried to move on.

The key word was 'tried'.

"I've wanted that for a while yes-"

"Then it's settled. I will send a notice to your brother. I will be taking you to dinner tonight, do you have a restaurant you like- What's wrong?"

Tobirama noticed your eyes widening at his words and he didn't know if it was a good or bad thing. You had just admitted that you wanted to marry him, so why were you looking at him like he had 5 heads? "I just didn't expect this to happen. I thought you hated me to be honest"

He bit his lip, contemplating what to say to reassure you that you were different. He did hate your clan but he didn't hate you. The hatred he felt was because he was infatuated with you. But how could he put that into words? There was no way to reassure you in the way you deserved. Instead, he stood and circled the desk before leaning against it. "Let me take you out. Let me court you... You'll see that the feeling of hatred was one of forbidden desire"

You nodded slowly at his words, still uneasy and unsure.

"Now where do you want to go for dinner?"

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vendetta-ari · 3 months

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Can you do angst? If you can can yo udo Vox x Angel Female Reader who just had a fight with Vox over something and unfortunately screamed at Reader by saying "I wish/hope you die which made Reader leave and after 3 weeks of reader being absent Vox happens to get almost killed in extermination day until Reader blocked the hit and dies in his arms after Angel Reader protected him and got the Exorcist Angel to go away or die

omg angst makes me so sad but this was certainly entertaining to write. sorry I took so long to get your request done!! I hope you enjoy <3

The slamming of your door woke you up from your nap, you groggily got up from the couch you were sleeping on to see Vox, visibly angry. “mm..what's wrong honey?-” you asked him. He'd been busy with work lately so you assumed it was just another one of Velvette and Valentino's shenanigans. You didn't know much about the demons that lived around here, after all you were an angel, and not just any angel, an exorcist. you never liked the idea of extermination so you made friends with a few demons, specifically Vox, your boyfriend. Most would find your love disgusting and wrong, but you didn't really care, you would sneak into hell often to come visit him all the time. Vox had walked up to you and gave you a look as if he was mad at you, you didn't even do anything..right? “What the fuck is wrong with you?! Seriously, what is your godman problem? Are you mental or something?”

Your eyes widened in shock, he never speaks to you like that, even when he's mad. “what are you talking about Vox??”

“What am I talking about? don't play dumb, that shit doesn't work on me. I mean, really? y'know what? get the fuck out” He spoke with a nervous laugh, trying to hold himself back from doing something rash. “Vox I seriously don't know what I did- I'm sorry I-” your voice got all shaky before Vox cut you off from explaining yourself. “SHUT UP. I ALREADY TOLD YOU I WANTED YOU THE FUCK OUT MY HOUSE.” he screamed so loud it terrified you. You shook your head and started grabbing a few things, you really didn't wanna argue with him. You felt your eyes getting all watery and you sniffled heading for the door. Before you left though, you heard Vox mumble something under his breath.

“I hope you fucking die.” he spat out.

You quickly slammed the door behind you, you felt sick to your stomach. How could he say that about you? you loved him and this is how he repays you? you didn't even know what you did to make him this way.

A few weeks had past, while you usually would come visit Vox in hell every week, you assumed he didn't want to see you. And a part of you didn't want to see him either, so you had stayed in heaven for weeks on end. Eventually extermination day came. you were never excited for it, but something about this time just made you more nervous and on edge. You ran around hell, pretending to kill demons. you never wanted this job, really. You always thought nobody really deserved to die. As you were thinking to yourself, you turned the corner and saw Vox. An exorcist stood above him, a spear pointed at his head. you needed to do something, anything, you couldn't just let him die. You ran at the speed of light and pushed the exorcist out of the way, she fell to the floor as you turned to Vox, urging him to run. The exorcist grabbed you by the collar and slammed you down on the floor, almost making you lose consciousness. she grabbed your wings and pulled, tearing them off clean as golden blood flowed down your back. you screamed in horror and pain as she plunged a spear through your stomach before flying to kill some other demons.

You coughed up blood looking at Vox, he was still there..he didn't run. He fell to his knees and grabbed you, he looked disheveled, tears at his clothing and a few cracks on his screen.

“oh god..o-oh my god… please dont die on me stay with me please stay I can't lose you. I'm so sorry please I didn't mean it, I don't want you dead.” He spoke quickly, stuttering after every word he spoke. Tears flowing down your face, you kissed him one last time, leaving a bloody mark on his screen you finally fell into unconsciousness, losing your breath and dying in his arms.

Hope you enjoyed reading, anon!!

(word count = 682)

-xoxo, Ari

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swordcreature · 5 months

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Hi I'm insane & you enable me :) idk if you've done something similar to this before but, HC for the tiefs first time saying I Love You / first time being told? & it would be They say it first, or Tav/Reader says it first. Anyways. Heehee! Heeheehee

hehehhohohe me? writing soft boys saying i love you?????

i died a bit writing this.

(ty for this it was v fun to write and i kicked my feet and twirled my hair approximately one million times)

i love these three so much who else relates??

Dammon, Rolan, & Zevlor - Saying I Love You

How the tiefling boys say 'I love you'

Dammon:

Dammon says it first, no doubt in my mind. He’s smitten. Just a fella in love.

It doesn’t matter who fell first or who fell harder, he’s always the first to say it. And he always means it.

I think he would know beforehand too. Like, it’s been rattling around his head for a little while before he tells them. He wants to have some time to process his feelings before making them known, though.

He also doesn’t care if he thinks Tav will say it back or not. To him, saying ‘I love you’ isn’t about reciprocation. It’s about letting them know how much they mean to him.

Dammon wants the moment to be perfect and keeps telling himself that he’ll know when the time comes that it’s right. So of course he ends up using this to chicken out – only once though and he quickly chastises himself for being so afraid.

The perfect moment definitely ends up being when they’re alone, at home. Laying in bed, sitting and reading, having dinner, etc. A quiet night with just each other’s company. It’s his favorite way to spend his time lately.

When he says it finally, he’s totally cool and collected. He smiles at them and says it like he’s done so a million times before, like it’s a matter of fact akin to 'the sky is blue’.

He scolds himself for being so nervous before because it’s the easiest thing he has ever done.

When Tav says it back, whether it’s a response to his own confession or later, he’s practically glowing with happiness. A big, toothy smile on his face, sweeping Tav into his arms, kissing every inch of their face. He’s never been happier. No one has ever made him happier.

It’s his most favorite sound that he’s ever heard. So he makes them say it again and again and again until they’re sick of saying it.

Now that they both have confessed, Dammon is an ‘I love you’ fiend. He says it when they wake up and when they go to sleep and when they greet each other and when they say goodbye. He says it randomly throughout the day just because he can, honestly. And every time Tav says it back he smiles like it’s the first time he’s heard it.

Rolan:

Okay big twist here! I think Rolan would say it first. Don't get me wrong, I don’t think he would realize it first. In fact, he’s probably the last person in the world to actually realize it.

But he ends up saying it first anyway.

He knows deep down that he cares for Tav to some degree, but the part of him that fears opening up won’t let him take it any further than that. So they’re a thing and he cares for them and that’s it, or so he thinks.

But one day they get into an argument about something stupid, which to them is like a love language. They bicker because it’s fun and they enjoy getting each other worked up; it’s all a game to them.

So they’re going back and forth, neither of them taking it seriously, both smiling. And Tav says something particularly stupid and Rolan just says it. In an almost mocking way too, something like “Gods why do I love you?”

And they’re both just silent for a minute, looking at each other wondering if they do something about it or just pretend nothing happened. He’s dying on the inside, thoughts moving a mile a minute. Did he make a mistake? Where did that come from? Why isn’t Tav saying something?

The only steady thought in his head is that he means it. He knows he does, even if it took a minute for his brain to catch up to his heart.

I think how Rolan reacts to being told depends on when it happens. For the sake of not making myself sad, we’re going to just talk about if Tav says it back immediately (because can you imagine Rolan’s face if Tav was like “Hey I care for you but I don’t think I’m in love quite yet”, please do yourself a favor and don’t imagine it).

His celebration is entirely internal. In his head he’s jumping up and down waving his arms because they love him back! But on the outside he smiles bashfully and tries to hide it away with a cough. He’s smiling too hard to completely disguise it, though.

I could totally see him, blushing darker than a plum, trying to hide his face by looking at the ground and concluding their little confession time with a “Hmm. Well. I’m glad,” before rushing off to settle himself.

Even after they have both said it, Rolan doesn’t say it super frequently. It’s a very serious thing for him to love someone and he does not take the words lightly. He only ever really says it when they are alone, but Tav does notice his lips are looser when they are having an intimate moment.

It never fails to put a smile on his face, though.

Zevlor:

Changing things up here, folks! Because I think Zevlor would rather wait for Tav to say their feelings before ever confessing his own.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to tell Tav. In fact, it’s the opposite. He’s thought about it a lot.

He’s just self-conscious and nervous and thinks that he is not deserving of such things in life. So if that means holding everything in, then so be it.

Luckily for him, Tav is more forward with their feelings, telling him right away how much they love him.

He’s caught off guard. He knows Tav cares for him. He’s vulnerable, not unperceptive. But still, hearing them say it out loud makes it all the more real. It makes him feel undeserving all over again. How did he fool someone like them into caring for a washed up oath breaker like him?

Whatever he did to make them feel this way, he’s glad he did it. Because even though it brings back his feelings of worthlessness and self-loathing, it’s worth it to hear Tav say those three words.

He’d take feeling this way about himself over and over again to relive the way Tav looked when they whispered their feelings to him. It’s a memory he holds very close to his heart.

Zevlor says it back right then and there. He’s known for some time that he loves Tav, so it’s not like it’s news to him, or anything.

He’s thought it over in his head so many times – coming up with dozens of speeches that would accurately describe his love for Tav. Sometimes, when he felt particularly spunky, he would even recite a speech in the mirror before telling himself he’s acting like a silly teenager.

When the time comes, he has nothing. No thoughts in his head, just the pounding of his heart as he says "I love you” back. He says it with confidence though; it’s something he knows more than anything to be true.

He’s a bit miffed at himself for blanking after spending so long putting words to the deep feelings he has for them. He covers it up well, though, pulling them into a kiss to distract them from his lack of brain power. He’s very convincing with his lips.

Zevlor ends up being very methodical with his ‘I love you’s. Like Dammon, he tells them all the time – so frequently that Tav will sometimes respond with an ‘I love you too’ before he can even get the words out. It becomes his way of saying hello and goodbye, or good morning and good night.

Tav’s favorites end up being the ones he says when it’s just the two of them alone. Those ones always sound the sweetest and mean the most to them.

#bg3 #bg3 dammon #bg3 rolan #bg3 zevlor #rolan #dammon #zevlor #zevlor x tav #dammon x tav #rolan x tav #baldur's gate 3 #HCs #my writing #requests/suggestions #cherryphobe

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drvirgus · 4 months

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hellooo author nim, can i request for minji oneshot story where y/n is sick and being clingy with minji and she spoil y/n a lot? thank you in advance🥰

Hope you like it ☺️😊

I Love it when youre Sick

Minji x sick! Clingy! Reader

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Slowly, my eyes opened. The shaking of my body woke me from my sleep. Yawning, I slowly sat up; my head was pounding like crazy, and my throat hurt.

I knew this would happen. For several days now, I had been sneezing and coughing quite frequently. The sore throat had also started to make itself known yesterday.

A soft sigh escaped my throat when I noticed the empty half of the bed. Unintentionally, my lip pouted. Slowly, I pulled the blanket off me and sat at the edge of the bed. My bare feet touched the cold floor. Sniffling since my nose seemed to be running, I got up from the bed.

Around me was my warm onesie. My girlfriend Minji had bought it for me. She had a similar one, hers being a bear while mine was a panda. I immediately tucked my ice-cold hands into the pocket of my onesie and headed straight for the bathroom.

As I prepared my toothbrush, my eyes immediately met the mirror. My cheeks were slightly flushed, which was normal since my entire face felt like it was burning. My lips were still a bit swollen from sleep, yet my eyes looked quite tired.

Where was Minji?

Quickly, with a few sniffs in between, I brushed my teeth and placed my toothbrush next to Minji's. Of course, I also had to use the toilet, which was quite annoying since I had to almost completely remove the onesie.

Slowly, almost dragging myself, I made my way to the kitchen. I heard our Alexa playing soft music in the background and immediately recognized Minji at one of the kitchen counters. My eyes lit up as I saw the all-too-familiar back. Her neck was exposed as she tied her hair into a bun.

I immediately wrapped my arms around the waist of the younger one as my forehead pressed against her. I could feel Minji placing her hand on mine and amusingly sigh, "You're awake?" the younger one asked but didn't seem to stop what she was doing.

I simply hummed in agreement, pressing closer to her. I couldn't see her face, but I was sure she was smiling. "I'm making pancakes," she said, pointing to the batter she was still stirring. My eyes briefly glanced at the batter, but I didn't let go for a second. I didn't even pretend to.

Minji chuckled softly. "You're quite clingy today. What's wrong?" the taller woman asked, turning her head slightly to look at me. But I just shrugged. "You weren't in bed," I murmured softly, my voice a bit raspy as it was the first time I spoke that morning.

Minji took a deep breath, nodding her head. "I wanted to bring breakfast to my baby in bed," the younger one replied, her voice sweetly teasing. I sniffed and loosened my grip on the taller woman, immediately moving to the tissue cabinet. I grabbed one of the tissues.

"But I wanted to... wake up next to you," I replied softly, causing Minji to immediately look at me. A slight smirk appeared on her face as she scanned my face with her eyes. Her gaze moved from my onesie down to my bare feet and then back up to meet my eyes.

Still holding the whisk in her hand as she continued to stir the batter, Minji asked with a slight smile, "Is my baby sick?" She watched me blow my nose, and I quickly discarded the tissue into the trash. My eyes fixed on Minji as I nodded slightly, "A little," I responded, which made Minji chuckle.

She turned her head towards me, her eyes encouraging as she looked at me with that smirk. "When are you meeting the others?" I asked, filling the kettle with water and switching it on. Leaning against the counter, I sniffled again.

Minji had started frying the pancakes. She glanced briefly at me before looking back at the pan. Taking a deep breath, she said, "Danielle canceled because she's going to the movies with Haerin and her family. Hyein is grounded, and Hanni played all night, so she's tired," Minji shared, and almost instantly, I looked at her with hopeful eyes.

"So, does that mean... you're staying home today?" I asked, moving a bit closer to her. Minji looked up from the pan, smiling at me. "Do you want that?" she asked knowingly, grinning at me while I placed my hand on her arm that held the pan.

Minji looked down at my hand on her arm and made a sound, "Hm?" she hummed, teasingly, but we both knew she was just trying to playfully annoy me. Rolling my eyes, I lightly tapped the younger one on the arm, "Of course, I want you with me, Min," I expressed. Looking straight into my girlfriend's eyes, I softly asked, "Shall we cuddle?" My eyes widened a bit as I looked up at her.

Minji smiled at me, turning off the stove after emptying the batter. Handing me the bowl, I immediately placed it in the sink. "But you should eat first," the younger one responded as she plated some pancakes for us. "But on the couch," she added, gesturing for me to head to the living room.

"Min," I softly whispered as I pressed myself more against the older one's front. I adjusted her arms around me. "Hm?" hummed the taller one behind me, her chin resting on the top of my head. "I don't want you to leave," I murmured softly, which made Minji chuckle.

"God, I love it when you're sick," the younger one muttered, but I could understand every word. I turned slightly in her arms to look at her, eventually turning completely. My nose touched hers.

"Why?" I asked, causing a slight blush to appear on Minji's cheeks. "I like it when you're so clingy. When you need me," replied the woman in front of me, her arms wrapped around my waist. "I always need you," I responded, furrowing my brow slightly. Minji then pressed her lips to my forehead.

"But only when you're sick do you openly show it," the younger one remarked. She was right. I usually didn't like physical contact. No one would believe it if they saw me like this, but it was true. I only liked it when it was Minji. I loved feeling her arms around me, her breath on my neck, the gentle kisses on my hair, and how our legs intertwined.

"I love cuddling with you, even when I'm not sick," I replied. Minji smirked, pressing her lips to my nose. "Okay, I'll believe you because you're so sweet," the younger one responded, making me laugh. "I love you," I whispered, causing Minji to close her eyes, a broad grin on her lips.

"I love you even more," she whispered back, swiftly lying on top of me. My mouth opened in surprise, which was good since I could hardly breathe through my stuffy nose. Minji grinned, placing her lips on mine. "But I really need to go to the bathroom now," the taller woman said, getting up and heading to the bathroom.

The blanket we were wrapped in lost its warmth. My lip pouted once more. My eyes kept shifting to the drama on TV and then to the bathroom door. After some time, the bathroom door opened, and almost immediately, I sat up.

Minji looked at my face. A tissue now in my hand as I blew my nose and then looked back at my girlfriend. The taller woman smiled at my sight and shortly disappeared into the kitchen. I closed my mouth and lay back down, my eyes focused on the television.

"Here."

"No."

Minji's mouth opened as she looked at me, her forehead slightly furrowed, holding two hot, steaming cups in her hands. She hesitated, blinked, and then sat down right where my legs were. I looked at my girlfriend who had simply sat on my legs.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Baby?"

"Hm?"

"Take the cup and be quiet."

Surprised by what I heard, I looked at the taller woman with my mouth slightly open. Almost immediately, I sat up straight and took the cup Minji offered me. My eyes immediately looked into the cup, recognizing the light brown liquid with some small marshmallows floating on the surface.

"Cocoa?" I asked, and almost instantly, a broad grin spread across my face. "I love you," I whispered softly. Minji briefly stood up so I could pull my legs toward me, which I did. I sat cross-legged on the couch, facing my girlfriend, holding the cup with both hands.

"So, you only love me because I bring you cocoa?" She asked amused, a crooked grin on her lips as I rolled my eyes briefly. I took a sip from my cup. "It's delicious," I commented, sneezing shortly afterward. Minji smirked, "You sneeze like my dad."

Indignant, I looked at the taller woman. "What kind of compliment is that?" I asked, which made Minji laugh. She placed her cup on the coffee table and looked at me with a slight smile. "Who said that was a compliment?" She retorted.

Pouting, I glared at her, which made her laugh again. She took my cup and placed it on the table as well. "Do you know how to get rid of your cold faster?" she asked, a grin on her lips, her eyes scanning my entire face.

"How?"

"By kissing those beautiful lips," she whispered. Without hesitation, her hand moved to the back of my neck, and her lips met mine. Minji ensured I was lying back on the couch, her entire weight on top of me. Slowly, I pulled away from her.

"You'll get sick too."

"I don't care. If I do get sick, will you take care of me?" she asked, slightly grinning, her lips capturing mine again. I responded to the kiss, wrapping my arms around her neck and pulling her closer. "No," I murmured between the kisses.

Minji smirked, her hand on the zipper of my onesie, slowly pulling it down. "You're so mean," my girlfriend whispered as her lips began to trail down my neck. My mouth slightly open, I murmured, "I'm not mean," as my breathing became faster.

"I love it when you're sick."

#newjeans minji #newjeans #danielle #haerin #newjeans hanni #newjeans hyein #hanni pham #minji x reader #minji

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nukaberries · 1 year

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Hey, could I have some reactions to the male companions *coughValentinecough* reactions to seeing a female Sole Survivor outside of their radiation suits for the first time?

This is actually a really cool idea!! and I'm loving the appreciation that Nick's getting right now (Bethesda make him romanceable NOW)

Male Companions React to Seeing Sole Outside Her Radiation Suit

(Includes: Danse, Deacon, Hancock, MacCready, Nick and Preston)

Paladin Danse He can relate to always wearing a suit that hides most of his appearance. However, Sole has seen Danse out of his power armour a fair few times while they've been travelling together, he's never seen Sole in anything but her radiation suit. He won't say anything at first, wanting to keep their relationship strictly professional, but Sole may catch him staring for a little too long from time to time, before snapping out of it and pretending nothing had happened.

Deacon He'd definitely already made his guesses on what Sole looks like outside of the suit. His personal favourite theory - that Glory and Tom got sick of hearing about - was that Sole had six heads and fourteen arms coming out of her stomach. Still, he can't deny that he's somewhat taken aback when Sole eventually does take her radiation suit off. He'll make a comment on how he's relieved she has a normal amount of limbs, to which he'll refuse to elaborate on. If they're in Railroad HQ, Glory will definitely smack him across the head.

Hancock While he never would've openly admitted, despite a few passing comments about Sole's 'interesting get up', Hancock was so curious about what Sole actually looked like under her suit. He would've never outright asked though, not wanting to come off as weird. When Sole does take her suit off around him, depending on how close they are, Hancock might mention how he prefers them without the suit. He won't want to make Sole feel uncomfortable though, especially if they're not very close, so he'll leave it at that.

MacCready He has no idea why Sole insists on wearing her radiation suit everywhere. The Glowing Sea, sure. Boston Commons, maybe. But Diamond City? If MacCready ever brings up Sole's suit, it'll be more about how he doesn't understand why they wear it everywhere. When Sole finally takes off her suit in his presence, he's initially just relieved it doesn't look like he's travelling the Commonwealth with an alien, then he realises how beautiful Sole actually is. It makes travelling with her afterwards a little more awkward - for him - often finding himself quite flustered around her. He just hopes that Sole hasn't caught on yet, or that she ever will.

Nick Valentine With his own get up being rather unconventional - how often do you see a synth detective? - Nick actually appreciates that Sole only ever goes around in a radiation suit. It somehow balances out how unusual they both appear alone and makes him feel just a little less abnormal. Admittedly, he is quite curious as to what Sole actually looks like, but he'd never outright ask or make her feel like she had to show him. When Sole does take her suit off, he's pleasantly surprised, but he won't mention it, wanting to avoid making her uncomfortable, even if he does think Sole's a sight for sore eyes. Whether Sole decides to keep the suit off or she puts it back on right after, Nick won't mind either way, he's just happy to have the company.

Preston Garvey When Preston first met Sole outside the Museum of Freedom, he was almost dead certain she was an alien, seeing her take down all those raiders in her radiation suit. He's only ever mentioned Sole's choice in clothing a few times, mainly wondering how she got into that power armour when she took on the Deathclaw. He'd never actually ask Sole to take her suit off, worrying she might not feel comfortable enough to, so when she finally does, he's relieved that she trusts him enough to take it off around him. Sure, her beauty is a bonus, but he decides to keep that part to himself for now.

#i tried to write extra for nick #but i think i wrote too much for mac by default #fallout #fallout 4 #fallout companions #fallout headcanons #fallout imagines #fallout x reader #paladin danse #fallout deacon #fallout hancock #john hancock #maccready #rj maccready #nick valentine #preston garvey

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violetrainbow412-blog · 7 months

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Day 2: love confession

Masterlist flufftober 🎀

Reblog if you liked it!

When Spencer watched you enter the office he felt that strange thing again. It was as if his stomach was turning completely, his heart was racing uncontrollably and his brain was turning off completely. And that had been going on for the past few months which, honestly, had become a pain.

“I knew we would be the first to arrive” you laughed, extending one of the two cups you had in your hands towards him “I bought you one.”

“Bless you, I needed my morning caffeine” he laughed, and when he heard you laugh that empty feeling returned. It was as if your presence triggered symptoms of a strange illness that he didn't know how to cure and that morning he woke up knowing that he was going to clear things up. “Hey, can I ask you a personal question?”

“About me or your person?”

“About me,” he clarified and you smiled, leaning against his desk so you could hear him better. You nodded your head, so he could start telling you whatever he had to say. “I've been feeling strange… but I guess I don't know why that is.”

"What are you talking about?"

“It's been happening to me for a few weeks now. I have had heart abnormalities, my hands sweat, my face feels hot, and out of nowhere I become a nervous wreck and I feel a knot in my stomach. All at the same time and that is horrible”

“Jesus Christ, Reid…” you began, genuinely concerned. “And have you been to the doctor?”

“No, because my symptoms only appear when I see… a specific person. But I don't understand why it is, do you think there is an allergy to a human person?

You watched him for a few seconds, digesting what he had just said and wondering if he meant it; his expectant look suggested to you that it was so, and you kept thinking until you could find the right words for an answer.

“Are you telling me that all this happens to you only when you see that person?”

“Yes,” he admitted, oblivious to anything you were implying.

“And it happens at another time? You know, like when you think about that person” you murmured cautiously, watching him reflect afterwards and finally nod his head frantically.

“It's strange, right?”

“And haven't you thought that you might not be sick, but in love?”

"In love?" he muttered confusedly, as if it were an impossibility “That's absurd.”

“Why would it be? All of that sounds to me like your body gets excited when you see that person and it can only be if you are in love with them” you smiled, truly amused by the matter “It's something completely normal.”

"But that can’t be. It would mean that I am in love with you.”

Spencer didn't mean to say that. Spencer pretended to think that. But once the words left his mouth and he realized the mistake he had just made, he felt all the blood rushing to his cheeks. He only meant to ask you what all that was about, you weren't supposed to know that you were responsible for it.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing"

“Do you feel all that when you're with me?” you asked stunned, verifying your theory with the simple blush on his cheeks. Your friend's silence was prolonged, until he felt he owed you an apology for such an indiscreet outburst.

"I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable”

“You didn't,” you admitted, reaching out to pat his knee “I'm just surprised. And you flatter me, in a way."

“Can we just pretend this didn't happen?” he asked, his eyes squeezed shut in shame and his hands fiddling with each other.

You leaned in his direction and planted a kiss on his nose that forced him to open his eyes and look at you.

“I also feel that whole chemical mess when I'm around you. There is nothing to be ashamed of” you laughed, feeling his soft gaze on you and almost hearing his heart beating rapidly “Now get to work. They don't pay you to be pretty”

And the memory of that exchange was enough to keep Reid working with a sweet smile on his face all day.

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silvervioletvalentine · 1 year

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❣️!more than friends!❣️

Pairing: Charles leclerc X femOC (Cherrie!)

Word count : 7k

Summary : in which they were never just friends. Or moments where their love was obvious to those around them.

The reporter looked between lando and Daniel with a smile as they both knowingly looked back at him, already laughing between each other as they predicted what the topic of discussion was going to be about.

Their was only one thing that everybody was gossiping about and as their friends , the two men couldn't have been more happy to spill everything that they knew about the two of them.

"Can I ask you what your reactions are to the news?" The man asked them grinning , the camera blinking at them steadily.

Daniel hummed dramatically as he leant his elbow against landos head, both of them tapping their chins as they pretended not to know what he was on about .

As though it was possible to go more than a minute around the paddock without hearing their friends names being talked about.

"The news? Could it be the not so new news of how handsome I am?" Daniel mused with a teasing grin , wiggling his eyebrows at the camera .

Lando snorting in laughter beside him. Looking over at him with a grin as he played along.

"I'm sorry to tell you that it is shocking news Danny. I never heard of it before! You're good looks Are news to me!" He joked, ducking to avoid the slap to the back of his head that he knew was coming.

Daniel scoffing playfully at him as he ruffled his hair roughly . "Don't you know that's it's wrong to lie child? Your tongue will go black and fall out if you keep up this lack of honesty!" He exclaimed , grinning widely at him.

The reporter chuckled and shook his head at their usual antics . The two never taking anything he asked seriously.

"I'm afraid it's not about your good looks this time Daniel.." he started to say with a amused smile, Daniel tutting and muttering a faux unhappy 'shame' at him with a grin .

"I'm talking about the news of Cherrie and Charles now officially being together . They walked in hand in hand this morning after months of speculation from the fans. What are your reactions to this?" He asked them curiously .

Daniel couldn't have scoffed any louder if he tried, smirking in amusement as he shook his head at them in humour.

"I am not surprised at all. You could have told me that Charles was a Ferrari driver and I would have probably been more surprised at what I already knew!" He exclaimed , sharing a knowing look with lando.

The both of them having put bets on with the other drivers to when they would finally see the light and get together officially .

It had only been a matter of time before the inevitable happened.

Lando was nodding along in agreement "yeah . I mean, it couldn't have been any more obvious. It was so obvious that they were in love to everyone-"

Daniel quickly finished his sentence "but them! I think that they were the last ones to realise that they belonged together! Apparently love turned them incredibly dumb for a while there." He said truthfully , still amazed by how oblivious their friends had been to what had been so obvious to those around them.

It was no secret to anyone that knew them that Cherrie and Charles were in love. The kind of love that made everyone else feel a little sick with envy of their tight bond.

The way that they always stuck close together and constantly had some type of physical contact when they were together.

Their months of flirting had been almost painful for their friends to watch.

Giving each-other disbelieving looks when they would both argue with them that they were just friends , even managing to say it with a completely straight face while they looked down at them spooning each-other on the couch , arms wrapped tightly around each other like there was nothing going on.

Innocent looks plastered on both of their not so innocent faces.

Lando hummed "for me , I think it was the little things that they do for each other that made it even more obvious. They just seem to be so incredibly comfortable and in sync with eachother." He mused , a little bit jealous of the right bond that the two ferrari drivers shared .

It was unbreakable. That much was obvious.

The both of them beginning to think about all the times that it became increasingly obvious to the rest of their friends that Cherrie and Charles were meant to be.

The first time eyebrows had been raised towards the both of the drivers was in Spain when Cherrie had been doing her pre race interview outside in the hot Spanish sun.

Fanning her Ferrari shirt against her skin as she looked over to the reporter with a small smile , casually talking about how she felt about this race like she always did .

"I'm very excited. I think that I will do well and that as long as everything goes to plan.." she said while laughing a little at the irony of how often their plans went to complete shit thanks to their team. Charles more so than her unfortunately.

But she had hope that they could win, hopefully on a podium together . That was the dream .

"I think it'll be good , yes." It was as though all the English she had learned over the years was slipping away with each minute that she stood there sweating her ass off, chugging on a warm bottle of water and trying not to pass the fuck out.

The man nodded his head "and what about-" bedore he could ask another question , there was a obnoxiously loud shout of her name as they both simultaneously turned around to see her teammate running over to her quickly.

Charles was panting loudly as he held up his phone to her to show her the alarm that was going off on it, Cherrie raising her eyebrow at him in pure confusion.

"qu'est-ce que c'est?" She asked him(what is it?) easily slipping back into her native tongue now that he was there.

The only time that she ever really spoke English was when she had no other choice to, she wasn't as fluent in it as Charles was .

Despite the fact that her team had told her over and over again that she needed to practice some more to be able to understand those around her easier , she didn't really care to. If she was being honest.

She knew the basics and Charles was always there to correct her and help her along when she got stuck, it was no big deal .

None of her closest friends were English anyways , so why did it matter? She knew enough. And that was more than enough for her .

Charles sent her a pointed look , waving his phone at her impatiently like she was supposed to know what he was on about.

She absolutely did not.

"It's your pill time!" He reminded her impatiently , rolling his eyes at her forgetfulness as he then proceeded to casually pull out her contraceptive pills from out of his pocket that she needed to take at exactly eleven in the morning each day.

The both of them Ignoring the shocked looks that they were receiving from the press around them as Charles continued to casually pop her pill out from the plastic and handing it over to her like it was a regular occurrence between them.

Because It was.

Because ever since Charles had found out that she kept missing taking the pill out of sheer laziness and forgetfulness .

He had taken it upon himself to be the one to make sure that she took it each day , especially as he knew just how much of a party animal his best friend was.

He didn't want her to end up pregnant with some random mans baby because she had forgotten to take her pill.

Not if he could help it. In no world would he let that happen.

Cherrie gasped a little , smiling at him thankfully as she took the tiny pill from him and swallowed it down with a swig of her warm water .

"I forgot!" She groaned annoyed at herself for completely forgetting to take it again .

Charles just snickered smugly as he put the rest of the packet back in his pocket , passing her a piece of gum as he did so too.

"As always. What would you do without me?" He teased while nudging her shoulder gently bedore reaching into the back of her denim shorts pocket and pulling out her phone.

Typing in her passcode that was the date that the both of them had been signed a contract to ferrari together at the same time , he opened up her text thread and went to her mothers one.

Cherrie not at all bothered by him taking her phone, completely used to it by now. They shared everything and had absolutely no secrets between them, she just chewed on her gum and kicked at the crocs he was wearing in amusement .

Completely forgetting that they were being filmed.

As usual when the two of them were together, everyone else around them just seemed to disappear . In their own little bubble with one another .

No one else existed as she smiled over at him in amusement , fondness softening her eyes .

"Did you get dressed with your eyes closed this morning Charles?" She teased him, looking at his red Ferrari polo, bright white sports shorts and multicoloured crocs that matched her own.

A polka dot bandana pushed into his messy hair, cheeks tinted pink from the sun.

He looked a little loca!

Charles squinted his eyes up at her for a moment , still texting her mother as he waited for her to reply.

"You don't think I look good?" He joked while striking a pose for her so she could see his unco-ordinated outfit even better .

Having just shoved on the first thing he could find when the alarm for her pill had went off, in a rush to make sure that she took it in time. He hadn't cared what he looked like at the time.

But as he glanced over at Cherrie in her denim shorts and tight shirt, looking as beautiful as ever , he felt a slither of self consciousness hit him.

Knowing that she usually hung around guys that looked like they had walked out of some designer magazine. Tall, Muscular and stylish.

He was the exact opposite of them and the reminder of that didn't sit very nicely with him at all.

Sensing the slight doubt behind his lighthearted words, she wrapped her arm around his shoulders and brought him into her side for a hug.

Kissing the side of his head gently as she ruffled his hair. "I think you look very pretty. I like it a lot actually." She told him , patting his bandana in approval.

Charles immediately flushed , letting out a flustered laugh as he gazed back at her. Admiring the way more and more freckles were coming out on her pretty face the longer that she stayed out in the sun.

"Really? I know I look a little crazy-"

Cherrie just shrugged "so? I like crazy! Better than being boring ." She said honestly before looking down at her phone in his hand.

"Why are you texting ma mère?" She questioned him curiously .

Charles grinned at her "I'm asking her for the recipe to those pancakes she made us last time. I was craving them all night . I'm gonna make us some!" He informed her happily , showing her the recipe that her mother had sent through , pleased with himself .

Cherrie gasped excitedly "the Berrie ones? J'aime ceux-là! As-tu de la glace pour aller dessus ?" She asked him hopefully .

(I love those! Have you got ice cream to go on top?)

He deadpanned at her , scoffing. "évidemment! je ne suis pas idiot !" He exclaimed , almost offended by her lack of faith in him.

(Obviously! I’m not an idiot!)

Cherrie just giggled and tilted her head at him cheekily "questionable ." Was all she muttered in reply.

It was then Charles that seemed to remember that he had interrupted her during her press duties , eyes widening slightly as he looked over at the reporter and cameraman who were watching them both in amusement .

"Oh crap! I interrupted you! Cherrie why didn't you say something!" He scolded her , snapping her back into the zone.

Her own face showing surprise as she looked over at them, having genuinely forgot that they were even there. Having got too lost in hers and Charles bubble to realise that they weren't alone again.

"I forgot! je suis désolé!" She said to the reporter with a apologetic smile.

He just shook his head at them with a laugh. This having not been the first time that Charles had interrupted her during an interview and ended up distracting her from what's as going on around her .

He was just glad that she hadn't walked off with him like she had before. The two were so oblivious and in their own little world where only Cherrie and him existed , it was more than amazing for everyone around them to witness.

There was also that time during another press conference with max and lando that they went viral again for how they couldn't stop complimenting each other the whole time while their friends watched on with knowing looks on their faces .

"I just think that Ferrari have a better chance this year . Charles is an amazing driver - one of the best in my opinions. He's very talented and every day he gets better and better-" Cherrie started to ramble, kicking her foot against Charles and grinning over at him sweetly .

Charles was going redder but the second, sinking down into his seat with a flustered giggle . Placing his cheek on his fist as he gazed over at her with hearts in his eyes.

Max and lando sharing a amused look between them as they once again forgotten by the two of them, the camera catching onto every smile a little sigh that escaped the two teammates .

"Ah! Stop it! You're flattering me too much. My head won't fit back through the door!" He laughed , grinning at her in adoration. His chest feeling warm from her constant praise.

She did wonders for his confidence , she really did.

"Non! Non! It's true! I wouldn't be friends with a loser! You're going to win! I'm manifesting it!" She insisted to him , nodding her head over and over again seriously .

Charles laughed loudly at that, finding it more funny knowing that she wasn't joking either .

The amount of crystals and candles that she carried around in her suitcase told him so.

She had shoved so many little rose quartz into his pockets and car that he could start his own collection of the crystals too at this rate.

"You too! We're going to win together! You're absolutely amazing at taking those corners on the track. You're just as amazing. You're one of my favourite drivers . Definitely best!" He gushed back to her.

Leaning down to grab a bottle of lemonade that he had brought with him , uncapping the top of it before handing it to her without saying a word.

She took the lemonade with a thankful hum, taking a large gulp as the reporter who had simply asked them how they felt about their chances of winning this year were, looked between the two of them with wide eyes.

What should have been a simple and quick answer from them had turned into half an hour of them passing compliments back and forth to each-other like it was a competition of who could convince each the other more of their greatness.

"Okay.." he cleared his throat amusedly "I think it's safe to say that you two are enjoying being teammates then? You are very supportive of each other."

That was a understatement .

Lando and max chuckled. Finding it amusing how red they both went . Almost the same shade as their cars.

Swallowing her gulp of lemonade she passed the bottle back over to Charles , smiling over at the reporter and crowd watching them.

"Err- Oui. Yes. Sorry-" she laughed a little as Charles drank what was left of the lemonade , her red lipstick transferred along the top of the plastic and also marking his own lips red as he pulled the bottle away from his mouth once he was done.

"Charles is the best teammate I've ever had. We get along well and it makes working as a team even easier for us.. we have each other's backs out there." She said truthfully .

Charles nodded along , smiling at her. "Yes I agree! I think this is the first time that I've ever felt so confident and assured with my teammate. It's like we can read each others minds and we just - we just understand each other. It's a nice feeling to have someone by your side that you can a hundred percent trust and rely on. She's my best friend." He told them , blushing a little as he looked across the stage and caught max and lando raising their eyebrows at him mischievously.

"Just friends mate?" Max teased, laughing along with the rest of the room.

Lando snickering beside him "I was just waiting for a marriage proposal somewhere in there!" He joked .

Cherrie just rolled her eyes with a grin while Charles sank down even further in his seat, his whole face glowing red in embarrassment. Biting down on his lip with a sheepish smile as he gazed over at Cherrie who wasn't flustered in the slightest.

She just laughed it off. "You're just jealous that me and Charles are bonded for life now! We're going to beat you guys easily!" She promised them cheekily.

The other drivers only got about ten more minutes of answering questions before Charles starting talking about how amazing Cherrie was again.

Even pulling out his phone and proudly showing the crowd videos of her that he had taken of her on the stimulator at his home.

Casually telling them that they both had sleepovers at each others place because it helped them to relax for the next race when they were together .

That he now couldn't sleep unless she was by his side. Then they both looked their friends right in the eye and stubbornly claimed that they were still,

"Just really good friends!"

Then there was the sauna room video that never say the light of day , where they had been given a camera so that they could film what they did in a day for the channel.

Charles had set the camera up on the bench opposite them, a towel wrapped around his hips as he sat down on the bench and looked up at her laughing .

"You need to take your clothes off Cherrie!" He giggled in amusement as he eyed the giraffe onesie that she was wearing.

Having just rolled out of bed after he had dragged her to the sauna with him demanding that she be in the video with him as well , that he just couldn’t do it without her .

She was still half asleep and lacking any filter as she yawned loudly , unzipping her fluffy pyjamas and yanking them down her body carelessly .

"I only just put them back on after you took them off last night.."she muttered with a moody frown. Not at all a morning person.

Kicking off her pyjamas and leaving her standing in front of him in just some red lace panties and nothing else.

Charles went as red as her panties , his gaze snapping over to the camera with wide eyes. Letting out a slightly nervous laugh as he wrapped his arm around the back of her legs and pulled her down so that she was sat between his legs instead.

"This is going on YouTube bébé." He reminded her quietly , giggling naughtily as he cupped her breast in his hands and squished them together like they were play dough.

She just leant her head back against his shoulder and frowned upon at him , unimpressed and still tired.

"c'est stupide. on doit nous filmer toute la journée ? ne sera-t-il pas ennuyeux ?" She groaned not getting why the team wanted them to film like this at all.

What did it have to do with racing?

(This is stupid. We have to film us all day? Won't that be boring?)

Charles just shrugged and grabbed another fluffy white towel, wrapping it around her body so that her tits were covered from the camera . Tucking it in underneath her properly bedore running his fingers through her messy hair to straighten it out for her.

"Are you call us boring people? I'm offended by that assumption!" He joked down to her.

Gently Pulling her head back so that she was looking at him upside down. Laughing at how moody she was when she got woken up so early in the morning by him.

He thought it was adorable .

Cherrie wanted to slap him.

"I was dreaming good..." she sleepily whined as she glared over at the camera filming them as though it was the equipment fault and not her annoying teammates fault for waking her up like this.

Charles grinned cheekily "what were you dreaming about? Me?" He teased her as he pulled the question cards that their team had given them to answer , over to him lazily .

Seeing a way to get back at him , Cherrie smirked slyly and winked at the camera mischievously.

"Non." She sighed still not looking at him, voice soft and dazedly as she continued to say. "It actually involved pierre and me in-"

She couldn't even finish her lie bedore Charles head snapped back down to her , thumping the back of her head with the palm of his hand without hesitation .

"Ow!" She laughed loudly as she rubbed at her head where he had hit and grinned up at him.

Charles scowled at her, unimpressed. "Good job it was a dream then because you and pierre are never being left alone together ever again!" He exclaimed , jealous just at the thought of his friend and the love of his life doing anything together .

Cherrie laughed even harder , pulling on some of his leg hair making him Yelp out in pain.

"Don't tell me what to do!" She grinned at him, threatening to do it again.

Charles trapped her hand in between his and pulled their hands to rest on his thigh instead , tutting at her playfully .

"Don't lie then!" He tugged at her hair scoldingly, making her laugh as they wrestled at each other for a moment, slapping at each other’s pulling and pinching fingers .

Bedore Charles finally gave up and let out a loud giggle as he pushed her off him, his hair sticking up in every direction thanks to their play fighting.

"Okay! Okay! Questions now!"

Cherrie settled back beside him with a sigh "go on then. Give it to me." She snorted when Charles wiggled his eyebrows at her dirtily. Slapping his side with a rolling of her eyes .

“Not what I Meant." She muttered amusedly.

He just smirked and looked down at the cards in his hands .

"Favourite thing about me?" He asked her, looking at her curiously .

She hummed , tilting her head at him.

“In what way?" She asked him confused to what he meant .

He pulled a face back at her , laughing a little. "What do you mean in what way? Like- what do you like about me? What's so confusing?" He snickered .

She just groaned "Charles! Like- " she struggled to find the right words in English.

Before giving up and saying in French "physique ou personnalité sage?"

(Physically or personality wise?"

Charles let out a small 'ah' and clarified "both." He grinned cheekily at her, wanting to hear her say something nice about him.

She side eyed him, suspiciously eyeing the cards that he wasn't letting her see in his hands. Wondering if they actually said that at all.

She went along with it anyways . Liking to see him smile.

"I like your entire face. It's a very nice face. Very Lovely." She grinned at him, poking his dimple hard.

"Ow." He breathed out a laugh, cheeks flushing pink as he leant his head back against the sauna wall, the both of them already sweating a fuck load.

Wiping the sweat from his face as he said "thank you! Is it the spots that do it for you?" He joked as he poked at one of the red spots on his cheek that he had been picking at all night , Cherrie having been telling him to stop all night too.

She slapped his hand away from his cheek with a huff "Charles! It'll get worse . Leave it alone! I've got the little patches to put on them in my bag. It'll be gone by tomorrow. They're like magic!" She promised him .

Knowing that despite him joking about his little acne flare up, he really was self conscious about it. So she leant over and gently kissed the area that he wouldn't leave alone.

"Still very beautiful." She told him fimrly , patting his other cheek bedore pulling away.

Leaving Charles to smile at her like a lovesick idiot, sighing long and hard.

"Okay next question. Do you agree that Charles is the sexiest driver ever?" He smirked at her.

Cherrie gasped and let out a loud cackle "it does not say that! Liar!" She tried to snatch the cards from his hands , Charles lifting them above his head as he batted her away from him while giggling.

"Yes it does! You have to answer it now!" He lied, grinning cheekily at her.

Cherrie just rolled her eyes at him and huffed, side eyeing him with a amused smirk as she shook her head at him.

"No I don't think you are." She said.

Charles frowned at her "what? Who else?! There was only one right answer and that was me!" He exclaimed unhappily at her.

Cherrie just snorted, having too much fun winding him up.

"You never said that! I'm just giving my honest answer . You do not win this one." She told him with a smirk.

There was a pause .

Then "who's the sexiest then?" He wanted to know.

Pouting at her unhappily as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the wall like a pissy child.

Cherrie laughed even harder . Eyeing him in amusement.

"Sebastian . One hundred percent ." She stated seriously .

Charles tilted his head. The both of them looking at each for a long moment , their eyes talking before Charles said

"Vettel? You think he's more sexy than me?" In a disbelieving tone.

Cherrie shrugged unashamedly "yes. He's like ruggedly handsome. Like that one teacher we all had a crush on in school but you know you shouldn't have. There's just something about him.." she sighed dreamily.

Charles whipped her with the spare towel making her jump and gasp.

Glaring back at him as she rubbed at the spot on her skin where he had hit her with the towel "ow!"

He just shook his head at her , pursing his lips as he side eyed her judgmentally .

"Wrong answer!"

"There is no wrong answer! That's my opinion!"

"Well wrong opinion!" He exclaimed.

She pulled a face at him "non! That's what I think and how I feel! You can't say it's wrong! Seb is sexy!"

Charles gagged "don't say that! I am the sexy one! That was the right answer. You've now torn out my heart and stomped on it! Thank you very much Cherrie! You’ve killed me!” He dramatically exclaimed , before then proceeding to roll off the bench and into a little ball on the sauna floor.

Cherrie looked down at him in amusement, kicking at his butt with her foot as she giggled .

Watching him pretending to play dead, sticking out his tongue and spreading his arms out on the floor .

"I can see you peeking at me bébé !" She laughed as she knelt down beside him for a moment , eyeing him with a grin before throwing herself over his body, tickling him with her fingertips quickly before he could stop her .

He shrieked as he withered below her like a dying worm, trying to knock her hands off his ticklish sides.

"Cherrie!" He screamed while laughing hysterically as they rolled about on the floor.

Both once again forgetting about the camera filming them as both of their towels came off during their wrestling.

"Stop it! I'll pee on you!" He shouted up at her , giggling loudly as he held onto her arms and tried to pull her hands away from his sides.

She just laughed slyly as she straddled his waist, grinning down at him cheekily.

"Didn't know that was something you were into bébé!" She teased him.

He just huffed at her before finally managing to roll her underneath him, pinning her hands above her head and smirking triumphantly down at her.

"You're going to pay for that!" He warned her , smirking as he eyed her bare body below him with dark lustful eyes .

Cherrie just stared back at him daringly "I stand by what I said. Seb is the sexiest driver!" She wound him up some more. Thoroughly enjoying how easy it was to make him turn green with jealously .

Charles pulled down her panties in one quick move, glaring down at her , unimpressed.

"You're gonna wish you never said that by the time I'm finish with you honey!"

Later that night Charles called up their manager and sheepishly explained why he couldn't hand over any footage of their day together .

"The er- I can't . I was naked in it." He blurted out, blushing darkly .

Side eyeing Cherrie who was giggling at his mortification , laid out on his bed and taking photos of him as she sipped on a bottle of wine like it was water .

"Okay?" She sounded confused "we can blur it out? Is it just a few seconds of the footage where you have no clothes on?" She then asked him.

There was a long , uncomfortable pause where Charles cupped a hand over his face in embarrassment. Eyeing the love of his life who was rolling around on the bed while cackling like a witch.

Before he sighed in defeat.

Mumbling , his voice barely audible . "All of it."

"Sorry? Can you repeat that? I can't hear you.." their manager said, confused.

Cherrie had tears streaming down her face in silent laughter, unable to breathe as he put the phone down on the bed, her voice on loudspeaker for them both to hear.

"All of it. I-i-" he couldn't even finish his senstance , too mortified .

There was Another long pause and then "why were you naked for the whole video Charles? I thought you were filming with Cherrie today..." she said , utterly oblivious to what was going on.

As far as she and everyone else knew, the teammates were "just friends!"

Charles wanted to dig a giant hole and jump into it , slapping at cherries bare ass to try and get to her to stop laughing at him .

Glaring down at her for being so unhelpful .

"I can't !" She gasped for breath , laying her head down on his lap and grinning up at him in pure amusement . Unable to stop giggling at the situation they had gotten themselves into.

He wiped away the tears of laughter from underneath her eyes with his fingers gently , swallowing nervously as he answered their manager quietly .

"She was. I mean- I did film with her.." he trailed off nervously not knowing how to explain the fact that he and Cherrie may have accidentally made a sex tape in the sauna instead of a q&a video like they were supposed to.

A long uncomfortable Silence.

And then "and was Cherrie wearing clothes?" There was finally a hint of knowingness in her voice now. Having been waiting for this for a long time.

She was already texting the team and all the other drivers that they owed her big money from their bets as Charles stammered to explain himself.

"No. She was not." He guiltily muttered like a naughty child that had done something he wasn't supposed to.

Cherrie burst into another round of laughter , pulling him down onto the bed with her so that he was laying across her body .

Tucking his face into her neck in embarrassment as they listened to their manager let out a knowing giggle at his expense .

"Oh my god." Charles muttered , completely mortified and knowing that he would never be able to look their manager in her eyes again.

"So no video then.. can I trust you to make another one tomorrow with her? Preferably one with your clothes on?" She said. The grin evident in her voice .

Charles couldn't lie.

"Erm- I think - I think we should wait until somebody else can film us and we're - ya know- not alone with a camera instead because-"

Cherrie finally spoke up , giggling. "Because he can't keep his hands to himself!" She grinned smugly as Charles smacked the palm of his hand over her big mouth, squinting his eyes down at her jokingly .

"Shut up! This is all your fault!" He accused her, grinning despite his own embarrassment. Unable to help it.

She gasped jokingly "how?!"

"You said Sebastian vettel was sexier than me!"

He forgot that their manager was listening for a moment before his eyes squeezed shut as he heard her amused voice echoe from his phone.

"Well she's not wrong.."

Cherrie grinned triumphantly "see! She agrees! Vettel is beautiful!" She exclaimed while hugging him to her chest and sympathetically patting his back to ease the sting of truth.

Charles just sighed , burying his face in her breasts in defeat.

"So does this mean that you two are together now then?" Their manager finally asked them after a few long seconds of silence .

Cherrie let out a laugh and said "we're just friends!"

Charles deadpanning at her bedore pinching her nipple making her gasp and slap at his head in return.

"Friends?! Are you joking?!" The disbelief was clear in her voice .

Charles just let out a loud groan "we're best friends.." he admitted the obvious bedore quickly adding on "who are more than best friends."

"Yeah. The bestest." Cherrie agreed.

Their manager was in complete disbelief "so partners? A couple? Lovers?" She listed off what they were bluntly .

Cherrie hummed "yeah but like - platonically." She said.

Charles rolled his eyes at her "lying is a sin Cherrie."

She just gave him a amused look "so is fucking me in a sauna on camera." She shot back at him , stubbornly refusing to call them official.

"You're ridiculous. You two are in love. Stop denying it it's driving everyone crazy!" Their manager snapped at them before hanging up the phone, utterly fed up with them.

Charles have her a long , smug look "see? Everyone knows you love me." He stated .

She denied him "I do not."

"Yes you do! You're just too much of a wimp to admit it! We could be married by now!" He exclaimed whining at her , before suddenly pushing her off the bed .

She fell into the rug with a noisy huff, glaring up at him in annoyance. Face flushed red as he leaned over the side of the bed on his elbows , eyes daring her to argue with him some more.

"Just- just shut up!" Was all she huffed out. Refusing to admit that he was right.

They were definitely not just friends.

The day that the rest of the world found out that they were more than best friends was at the last race of the year, where the world champion was set to be crowned .

All eyes and ears were on them as they sped around the track, all fighting to get to the finish line first.

Charles already knew that it was a close battle for championship between max and Cherrie, the two completely equal in points .

He could feel his heart racing as he watched the Ferrari and redbull fight it out in front of him, wheel to wheel as the checkered flag came into view.

His eyes growing wide as he held his breath in anticipation , his eyes glued to the Ferrari in front of him as he watched it cross the line first, beating max by seconds.

"Oh my god!" He shouted out excitedly , grinning ecstatically as he crossed the line in third place after them. Laughing in glee as realisation set in, realising then what this meant .

"She did it! She fucking did it!" He screamed happily , proud tears filling his eyes as he watched the fireworks fill the sky above them .

The announcer calling out her name as they announced that Cherrie was the champion of the world!

"Holy shit bébé!" He shouted over and over again as he pressed the button that connected their two radios so he could speak to her.

Sniffling to himself as he heard her crying happily as she muttered his name back to him.

"You did it mon amour! You’re champion of the world! I knew you could do it! What did I tell you!" He shouted excitedly, so fucking happy .

She let out a tearful laugh as she parked her own car down the line . Hands shaking. Shaking her head in disbelief .

"I did it Charles! We did it!" She squealed , laughing gleefully .

"Je vous aime! Je vous aime! Je vous aime! vous femme incroyable!" He shouted to her so full of love as he pulled himself up out of his car. Ignoring his team patting him on the back celebrating.

(I love you! I love you! I love you! You amazing woman!)

He quickly jumped over the barrier and sprinted over to Cherrie just as she got out of the Ferrari, looking for him as well.

Letting out a loud laugh as he came barrelling into her, picking her up into his arms and spinning her around in pure excitement.

"Champion of the world bébé!" He yelled out , starting to cry himself as he pulled off his helmet and threw it to the side without a care in the world. Cherrie doing the same .

She beamed up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck as he squeezed her tightly to him. Both of them crying loudly as they jumped around in happiness.

"I can't believe it! I love you Charles! I couldn't have done this without you! You're my life!" She shouted to be heard over the deafening screams of their names as everyone celebrated around them, the camera pinned to them as their emotional display was put up on the screen for all to see.

He wiped at the tears on her cheeks, laughing and crying at the same time bedore he cupped her jaw in his hands and leaned his face down towards her own , before kissing her right in front of everyone to see.

Dipping her down in his arms as she laughed against his mouth, hearts pounding in their chests as the rest of the world finally got to witness their pure love.

Kissing her over and over again, grinning against her cheek as he pulled away to kiss all over her face, so fucking proud of her.

He told her so "I'm so proud of you! I knew you would win. I never doubted you for a second!" He gushed to her as their teams started pushing at them to go to the media and give their interview , the whole world watching them closely .

She just laughed as she clutched at his hand and pulled him alongside her over to the reporters , cameras flashing brightly at them, feeling people pat them on their back and congratulate them on the way.

The man was grinning at them excitedly "congratulations Cherrie! You're world champion! How do you feel?!" He asked her happily .

She just let out a joyful laugh, utterly overwhelmed .

Charles wrapping his arms around her neck from

Behind as he buried his face into her neck and hugged her, trying to stop crying .

"So fucking happy! This is the best day of my life!"

The man laughed and looked over at Charles who was still crying against her , his face red and tears pouring from his eyes , refusing to let go of her.

"And you Charles , third! That's fantastic! How are you feeling? What's your reaction to your teammate winning?"

Charles just blew out a loud breath, sniffling noisily as he placed his hand on the side of cherries head and pushed her face into his chest, rocking them from side to side as she giggled against him in amusement .

He had always been the emotional one out of the two of them. Now was no different .

"So happy! So fucking proud! The love of my life is world champion! She's fucking incredible! This will be a video that I'll show to our future kids and be like 'look! Your mother is world champion! She's the greatest woman in the world!" He rambled on , too hyped up on happiness to even think straight .

Cherrie blushed and patted his chest, trying to calm him down.

“Ah! Okay! Shhh!" She flustered , laughing to herself.

The reporter just smiled knowingly , watching Charles look down at her like she was god.

"So.. I guess it's safe to say that you two aren't just friends anymore?" He mused.

Charles just scoffed , grinning. "We're best friends who are lovers too! Who doesn't want to marry their best friend? We're going to be together forever!" He declared unashamedly . Kissing her again because he could .

Cherrie laughed and laughed as she tried to stop him from shoving his tongue down her throat on live tv , hooking her arm around his neck to hug him to her side instead .

Charles grinning smugly as he gently knocked their heads together , whispering in her ear over and over again.

"Je vous aime! pour toujours!"

(I love you! Forever!)

She guessed she couldn't keep denying the obvious anymore .

They had never been just friends.

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Becareful next time, idiot..!

Featuring : Muichiro, shinobu, tangiro, rui

The ship : muichiro x reader

You were fighting lower moon 5, together with tangiro . The both of you were struggling while waiting for backup to arrive. Your katana was broken, along with tangiro's one aswell. But he had still somehow managed to cut the string with a broken katana, you envied him. He had almost cut off the demon's head too. It was a pity that rui was smart enough and used his own string to cut it off before he did.

You were ashamed, really, just because of muichiro talking down on you during training, you ran away in the midst of it. He is probably going to fire you when you finally get the fight over with. Or your just going to die here without ever seeing him and apolosing to him for running off like that. And you were unlucky enough to run off to a mountain which lurks uppermoon 5 and other demons.

Your injuries were not as bad as Tangiro's but still, your strength and skills weren't as close as to tangiro's skills. But no way were you giving up, you wanted to prove to muichiro that your skills were good.

The both of you was on the verge of death, trapped in a cage of strings that was shrinking very fast. Your life flashed before your eyes as you laid on the ground, helplessly. But at the very last second, Muichiro came and slashed the cage of strings containing both you and tangiro. " you dare to hurt my tsugko, you trash ? " muichiro spoke angrily, if you weren't half conscious right now, you could tell that his brows were furrowed and it looked like his veins were about to pop on his hand from wielding his sword with too much strength.

" And did I just hear you insult her ? Nobody else can insult her but me " he said ferociously before cutting off the demon's head single handedly. He even chopped the remaining body and the head to small pieces, almost like stripped fish sticks.

Tangiro was unconscious and didn't see what happened thankfully, or else he will make a fuss about it. 《 Cuz hes kind ykyk 》

Muichiro didn't even wait a second before picking you up and didn't even bother to wait for the kakushi to come and treat you, nor even help to eliminate the remaining demons. He carried you bridal style and rushed to the butterfly mansion to treat you.

Shinobu, upon seeing this, told him off saying that he doesn't even try to pretend he cares about others and that he's biased towards you. Muichiro just waved her off saying that she can handle it since she's a doctor and continued to rush to the butterfly mansion.

You were already losing conscious along the journey before you heard him say " stay with me, please ! Your the only thing I have left. Don't leave me too...." before moving at a faster pace. Dam were you surprised, hearing that from him was rare. Especially since all he threw at you were insults one after another. But you lost consciousness before he could say another word.

And when you woke up again, you could see muichiro beside your bed. When he saw that your eyes opened, he sighed and was thankful you were alive. You tried to mutter a " I'm sorry" but before you could, you got flicked in the head before you heard him say " becareful next time, idiot..! " with tears in his eyes.

He even said " I'll be less harsh towards you in training. Please don't take the insults I said to heart. " while averting your gaze. His cheeks also had a slight tint of red. You were thankful as it looked like your friendship with your master has leveled up.

Poor tangiro though...he freaked out when he saw that you weren't with him anymore when he came back to conscious and was worried sick wondering if you got eaten by the demon.

Okay, I realised I made some grammar and spelling mistakes on accident ! I'll edit it and fix it if I find any 😣

#muichiro x y/n #mist hashira #muichiro tokito #muichiro tokito fluff #muichiro #muichiro headcannons #muichiro x reader #muichirou x reader #muichiro tokito x reader #mist pillar #hashira #kny x y/n #kny x reader #kny #kny muichiro #kamado tangiro #kny shinobu #shinobu kocho #shinobu

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₊ ⊹☼ THE GIG ☼⊹ ₊ ──────────────────── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─────────────────── ₊ ⊹☼ Pairing: Jay x reader ₊ ⊹☼ Synopsis: Reader was invited by their friend to the gig, who just so happens to be the band's stylist, and manages to make eye contact with the electric guitar player. ₊ ⊹☼ Genre: Band au, basement gig, snarky characters ₊ ⊹☼ Word count: 1,023 ₊ ⊹☼ Warnings: None that I can think of ₊ ⊹☼ A/N: This is my first time writing fanfiction and honestly it's not amazing, but I'm here to learn and practice so oh well ╮(︶▽︶)╭ ──────────────────── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─────────────────── Maybe it was the constant talk about relationships and the expectation that you were meant to fall in love someday that resulted in the overthinking you were doing right now or maybe it was the constant force feeding of romance that media shoves down everyone’s throats; either way it resulted in those words spewing out of your mouth before you could even stop yourself.

“They’re really hot,” you mentioned, “the one playing the electric guitar on stage. He’s got that effortlessly attractive look about them, like you know they don’t even need to try to achieve it.”

Leaning back against the sidewall you were standing against, you surveyed the crowded basement room that was lit up with red LEDs, almost like a warning sign trying to alert you to change your mind before it was too late. You didn’t pay much attention to them then, but reflecting back now on that night you wish you had taken it as a sign and ran away as you were now too far gone.

You hadn’t lied though and from the looks of the crowd surrounding the old makeshift stage you weren’t the only one who had noticed it as well. Both girls and boys alike were swarming and batting their eyes at each member of the band. Honestly it made you want to puke a little with how love sick everyone seemed. He was attractive though with his bleach blond hair and a simple yet somehow sophisticated look.

Even though he had managed to catch your eye, you definitely weren’t looking for anything, mainly mentioning it to have something in common with the girls you had been talking too. Love had never been your forte, never feeling much in relation to anybody, so sometimes you would lie. You would use pretty words spoken in a sweet tone as a way to weaponize love when moments like these came about. Making the topic into a double edged sword piercing both sides of the conversation equally. Pretending to have crushes on strangers allowed you the safety net that came as a result of never seeing them ever again. You can fake being upset until the girls successfully get off your back and then you’re free from romance and couples until the cycle inevitably has to start again another time. How no-one has noticed at all shocks you but hey, you weren’t going to attract attention to your little scheme for no reason.

The tipsy girls that were keeping you company started to giggle a little more than they would usually though, and that’s when you mentally clocked back into the scene and noticed those eyes on you. Honestly, fate seemed to be a little too cliché at that point as your eyes met. Unlike the stories though, there was no fireworks or tunnel vision, you weren’t the protagonist in some romance novel, where this would be the moment that you noticed one another for the first time. In your opinion, you suited the sidekick character a lot better, being able to provide the witty commentary and call out the others on their bullshit when things started to become too much.

You certainly weren’t here for love like any of the other potential hook ups waiting to happen in the crowd that were swooning up close, instead coming to support your younger friend who had managed to become a stylist for the band somehow. You had plans to hang out together after the night ended and he got the ticket free as a bonus. Niki had always been good at fashion, but you were happy he was finally being taken seriously after some past experiences. You weren’t looking to fight anymore pissed-off strangers who got upset after he commented on their outfits, although it was unlikely those would be the last times even with his new gig.

Finally, guitar boy as you had dubbed him in your head moved his eyes off you, and the set came to a close. While the others moved outside with the swarm, trying to catch the band members when they head out, you stayed put waiting for Niki to come find you.

You were never the most patient person in the world and when 20 minutes later he still hadn’t emerged from the backstage, you were tempted to storm in without a care. Before you could move and potentially get thrown out, guitar boy entered to pack up some of the sound equipment. He noticed you at the same time you did and again the two of you locked eyes.

“Fans were meant to have left 20 minutes ago,” he snarked as he made his way to you.

“Who said anything about being a fan,” you shot back, “I’m waiting for Niki actually.”

“Oh? And how do you know him?”

“Not that it’s any of your business but we grew up together, and we’re meant to have plans to hang out this evening so he better get a move on before I leave his ass here and just go home.”

Somehow the tension seemed to be rising between the two of you, and you hadn’t realised how close you both had gotten until the creak of the stage door alerted the two of you to the situation at hand. He took a sharp step back before anyone could potentially notice and finally, Niki stumbled through with his bags, running up to you in a daze ranting about whatever topic that his hyperactive mind was focusing on right then. “Ahh y/n sorry for the wait, we can go now.” As he almost skipped up towards the exit, he seemed to clock that you weren’t alone and casted a look over his shoulder shouting “Bye Jay, hope you didn’t give them too much of a hard time”.

You grabbed some of his stuff that he dumped for you to take and slowly made your own way up the dimly lit staircase, however, before leaving you turned around one final time to see guitar boy, now known to be Jay, watching you with a somewhat intense gaze and then the doors swung shut behind you.

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mackjlee9 · 9 months

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songfic idea of Leon

this is a song in spanish but it basically talks about a guy who's in a relationship with somebody and his partner is putting way too much distance in between eachother so the guy wonders if his partner actually loves him.

I don't want the angsty requests to be too repetitive bc angst with leon in my head with this type of prompts always involve ada 😭 i lack creativity but i try my best.

maybe the guy who wonders if his partner loves him is the reader and the partner is leon. maybe leon has been emotionally away, reader tries to get his attention but nothing works, in missions leon won't talk, reader is absolutely breaking inside. i can't really think of a reason of why leon would act this way so i'l leave that part to you 😭 though if u need ideas too i could think of something, i'm just very dramatic and love hurt lmao. this is just a little prompt so if i think of something i'll tell you bye bye!

Aveces hasta me olvido que sé español :p

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader [Angst]

Please, let me keep the sad ending T_T I don't like happy endings

Masterlist.

Resident Evil

(M/n) pretended like he didn't see the signals, the way too obvious signs of their love falling apart. He just didn't want to acknowledge that what he had with Leon was already gone- that it was never there, to begin with.

He can clearly remember the first time it happened, it came to him one night.

Both he and Leon had come back from a difficult mission, and without much argument, Leon had let him shower first, claiming he had to make a call. (M/n) didn't question it since they usually had to do that anyway, plus he was tired and gross so he was really needing to take that shower and head to bed as soon as he could.

Already in their room, (M/n) plopped face down on the made bed, hearing Leon's footsteps down the hall as he headed to the bathroom, "You're gonna get sick," he called out on his way past the slightly opened door, making (M/n) grunt as he got off the bed and pulled the covers back, getting in properly this time.

Even if he was dead tired, he couldn't sleep unless he knew Leon was next to him, especially after this mission they had, he just wanted to hold Leon close and never let him go, so he waited for him to come in the room.

He heard the water from the shower stop, and a few minutes later, the bathroom light was turned off, followed by quiet steps approaching the door. (M/n) fixed his spot on the bed and patiently waited for Leon to come into the room.

But nothing.

In the quiet of their house, (M/n) heard the couch creaking under Leon's weight, and the clicking sounds of his keyboard. Maybe he had some leftover work to do, maybe Hunnigan asked him to do it now instead of in the morning. He figured it wouldn't take him more than an hour, so he waited.

And waited.

And kept waiting.

And now the clock read 3am. He sighed and kicked the sheets off his legs, standing up and walking to the opened door of the room, his steps quietly hitting the floor. He opened the door and walked out, stepping into the living room.

Leon was sleeping on the couch, the warm glow of the lamp on the table next to the couch cast a glow on him, making shadows around him. (M/n) sighed and smiled, walking closer to him, he probably fell asleep while working on stuff so he didn't blame Leon for not going to bed.

Out of the corner of his eye, (M/n) noticed a blinking light coming from his side, and he realized it was Leon's laptop. The screen was dark, but it was still on. He moved it toward him slightly, touching the pad and soon the screen lit up.

Many png files were opened, shining on the screen with an almost mocking glow, he felt his chest tight when he recognized the woman in the pictures. Ada.

He took a deep breath, not wanting to assume anything yet, if Leon was cheating on him, he'll tell him, right? So maybe he was investigating her because of a mission or something, (M/n) tried to convince himself that's all it was. He closed the laptop, turned the lamp off, and took a deep breath, blinking away the tears that started gathering in his eyes because of his anxiety.

He turned around and stumbled his way back to the room, falling on the bed and staring at the ceiling. He couldn't sleep that night.

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The next morning, (M/n) got up from the bed and decided to make breakfast, he kept telling himself that it was nothing and maybe Leon was gonna tell him about it, maybe he just fell asleep working on her file, so he managed to calm down just a bit.

And there he was.

"Good morning," (M/n) said while handing Leon his coffee mug when he watched him heading to the coffee maker. Leon grabbed it with a hum, and (M/n) leaned closer to kiss him, but Leon frowned and backed away.

"What are you doing?" His harsh tone of voice was almost enough to bring tears to his eyes, but he just let out a dry chuckle, mumbling a weak 'sorry' as he walked out of the kitchen, ditching his freshly baked breakfast.

It's okay, he's just in a bad mood, nothing unusual, I'm sure... I'm sure he'll be okay by night... Right?

When nighttime arrived, (M/n) lay in bed and waited for Leon, see what he was gonna do. His mind was overworking itself with all the overthinking he had been doing in less than 24hrs, he was willing to forget this day even happened if Leon goes back to being the caring and sweet boyfriend he has been for years.

And his hope warmed his chest when he saw Leon walking into the room and silently laying in bed beside him. But something was off.

He frowned and turned on his side, the light outside coming through the window, keeping the room illuminated enough. He fixed the sheets up to his shoulder and reached his arm to wrap around Leon's waist, cuddling against his back. Or he tried to.

Leon groaned and pushed his arm away from him, muttering something about being too hot. In a 10-degree Celsius weather.

(M/n) just remained silent and slowly turned around, facing away from Leon. A few minutes went by when he heard Leon's phone vibrating on the bedside table.

"Finally," (M/n) heard him mumble, and then the mattress moved when he left the bed, making (M/n) glance behind him, lifting his upper body with his elbow.

"Where are you going?" He asked quietly when he saw him putting on his jeans, followed by his jacket.

"Out," was all he said while putting on his boots. (M/n) pushed the sheets off his body and sat on the bed.

"Let me go with you-"

"No," his words were cut off by Leon, his voice serious and dry, as if he was mad about something.

"Why not?" (M/n) stood up from the bed, about to walk closer to Leon, when he opened their bedroom door, staring at him with a frown.

"Because it's none of your business, (M/n)," he felt his heart breaking at his words, at the meaning behind him, after all the things they went through... They promised they would always be there for each other, and would never keep secrets because things like this could happen.

(M/n) had a hard time swallowing due to the knot in his throat, nodding as the tears blurred his vision, sitting back down on the bed, "Sorry, Lee, I didn't mean to upset you-"

The door slamming shut cut him off after Leon had walked out, followed by the clicking sound of his keys, and then, the front door opening and closing in less than ten seconds.

(M/n) cried that night, staying up for hours wondering. Asking himself what had he done to cause this behavior in Leon. He couldn't stop himself from questioning their love, he knew he was in love with Leon, but... Does he still- did Leon ever even love him?

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A few days later, (M/n) was done with Leon's behavior, he was tired of this recurring pattern, and now he was in the living room, standing in front of Leon with his arms crossed as he waited for the blond to look up at him.

When Leon looked up at him, he saw him trying to hide the exasperation on his expression, but it was obvious he couldn't, "What do you want?"

"An explanation," (M/n) held his tongue back when he heard and saw Leon's scoff.

"What do you want me to explain?" (M/n) frowned and clenched his fists, trying to hide his annoyance.

"Your behavior, what's going on with you?" Leon simply rolled his eyes and went back to typing on his laptop, checking the files scattered around on the coffee table.

"I have nothing to tell you, now leave me alone," (M/n) pressed his lips together, took a deep and took a few seconds to calm down, he tried, he really did try to fix things, but... It didn't seem like anything wanted to be fixed.

He walked around the coffee table and knelt on the ground next to Leon's legs, soon making eye contact with blue eyes that looked at him with indifference, "Lee, can we please talk about this? About us?"

Leon stayed silent, and he slowly started leaning down to (M/n)'s face, only a few inches separating them, their warm breaths mixing.

"There's no us here, if that's what you wanted to hear."

And just like that, like he hasn't just broken (M/n) heart after all these years dating, he went back to his laptop, working in complete silence, like he has been doing the past week. (M/n) nodded, having heard more than enough, he definitely got the information that mattered out of this conversation.

"Sorry I bothered you," he whispered and proceeded to stand up, turning around and wiping the few tears that managed to run down his face, "I'll leave you alone," he wouldn't have gotten a reply even if he waited so he simply walked back to their shared room and closed the door behind him.

With trembling hands and blurry sight, he calls Hunnigan, walking to the closet and taking out a few bags, hurrying to put all his clothes and things inside them, hearing Hunnigan picking up.

"Hey, Ingrid I uh- sorry I called you so late but I-" he spoke frantically, not leaving the woman chance to mutter a small greeting, she heard (M/n)'s sobs and sniffing but she didn't comment on it, even if she was wondering what might've happened to him, "I need you to find me a new place to stay."

And that answered the most important question in her mind, she hummed slightly, "On it," she grabbed her laptop, clicked a few times, and sent him a few locations nearby and a few others almost outside the city. She didn't know what he needed right now, but she tried her best, "I'm not gonna intrude but... I'm here for anything you need, (M/n)."

He smiled a bit and took in a shaky breath, swallowing past the knot in his throat, "Thank you, Ingrid, you're truly the best."

As they hung up, (M/n) finished packing the few things he had left, he only had to empty his bedside drawer. He sighed and dried his face before sitting on the bed and sliding the drawer open. He took out anything he needed and left all the things that were useless to him now, like little notes he had written through the years...

His movements halted when he saw it. That box he was so nervous and giddy about, thinking about what was inside it always made him worried yet happy, because back then, last month, he was sure of Leon's love. But now... It was such a bitter memory.

(M/n) grabbed it and opened it, the ring shining under the light of the room, reflecting it and hitting the walls. New hot tears start dripping down his face and he released a choked sob, standing up and closing the box, throwing it on the bed.

He couldn't help it, it was too painful. His cries and sobs echoed in the room, seeping through the thin walls, reaching Leon's ears.

For a moment, he thought about checking up on him, but with gritted teeth, he focuses back on his laptop screen.

The notification sound of his phone catches his attention, and the thought of hitting something crossed his mind, but that wasn't gonna fix anything now. Nothing could.

He stood up and glared at the box, as if it had physically hurt him, and saw the post-it notes on Leon's side. He took a deep breath, and wrote down on the paper, taking it and folding the sticky part on itself, placing the note on the bed and the box on top of it. He grabbed his bags and looked at the room for the last time, nothing much changed without his stuff around. Leon wouldn't care, so why should he?

He walked out of the room and to the front door, he never spared a glance at Leon, not even once, he didn't want to see the man he loves, that same man that broke his heart without a second thought.

Extended ending.

"Please, don't think our love was a coincidence, something senseless. A love that goes into oblivion, something that doesn't matter. I truly love you, Leon, but maybe I was an idiot."

Leon crumbled the paper in his hand, throwing it back on the bed, his fingers wrapped tightly against the velvet box, observing the ring kept inside it. He clenched his jaw, and closed it again, placing it on his desk.

All night long, he couldn't stop looking at that little box. Wondering how something so small could mean the world to some people?

(M/n) was one of those people. He saw a happy future with him... But he could never give him what he wanted- what he needed. Unconditional love.

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in-a-mountain-pool · 10 months

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The Boy Who Swallowed a Dragon's Fire

Aemond Targaryen x Original Character (Reader)

pronouns: She/her (afab)

rating: T

warnings: So fluffy it made me feel sick~

word count: 4500+

summary: Interesting things did seem to happen, but always to somebody else. This is, until the night of the hunt to celebrate your younger sister's marriage to her Lannister lion of a husband.

"You live inside my memories, you live forever into the melody of a brook, in the colour of this sky, in the fragrance of flowers."

The Promise of the World

authors note: I have returned from my holibobs! I've been listening to Joe Hisaishi for weeks as I've been lucky enough to get tickets to see him in London! I couldn't stop thinking about Aemond whenever I heard "A Walk in the Skies" from Howl's Moving Castle, and suddenly this little plot bunny formed. As always, likes, comments and reblogs are not a requirement, but lovely to return to. Huge thank you to @ewanmitchellcrumbs and @bottlesandbarricades for reading over this!

You had always hated the hunt.

Even more so the feasts afterwards and the raucous way the men would stomp around in all their armour and grandeur, proud to be covered in the blood of whatever poor animal they'd had the dumb luck to stumble upon in the woods.

The grounds of the Eyrie were covered in a rainbow patchwork of tents of all shapes and sizes. From the sky blue and silver colours of your own family to the deep black and red hues of the house of the dragon; anyone who was anyone was in attendance for this summer's eve. Smoke and the smells of spoils of barbecued boar and deer filled the air, spilt wine and blood-soaked deep into the ground beneath their feet.

And all of this, was to celebrate the wedding of your younger sister, the Lady Myranda Arryn, to her golden Lannister Lion of a husband.

You were the second daughter of the Lord of the Vale, and much to your parent’s despair, the only remaining daughter unmarried; the Lady Robyn Arryn. You had been overlooked almost all of your life, the short one with mousy brown hair and a face you had been told was 'fair but plain' on more than one occasion. When you had been lined up to greet the crowds of prospective Lord's your father had hoped to wed you to, yours was a face they often forgot.

Whilst your sisters had spent their opening seasons being dragged onto the dance floors of halls all over Westeros, you had often remained on the sidelines, slipping out as early as possible to peruse the vast libraries of the great houses you had been so lucky to visit. You still remembered the day you visited the libraries of the Red Keep after the wedding of King Viserys and Alicent Hightower. Even at the innocent age of five it had left a great impression on your mind and soul.

Ever since, your heart had ached to read every book you could get your hands on, to visit the great citadel at Hightower and to seek out the secrets of the magical world around you. The smell of an old library full of scrolls and parchment was your idea of home, of heaven… yet here you were sitting in a muggy tent at an ungodly hour, pretending to seem impressed when your new golden-haired brother-in-law brandishes the pike he'd used to gut the very boar you were eating.

You can hardly hide the distaste on your face as he shoves the pike into his squire’s hands and takes a long swig from an obnoxiously large tankard of ale, with a bejewelled lions head on the side, before pulling your sister onto his lap to stick his tongue down her throat.

With a snivelling sneer he proclaimed out loud, "I do not know what a finer conquest is, the boar I stuck this morn, or the falcon I'm going to stick tonight!"

The room explodes with the sounds of the laughter of drunken men, slamming their glasses on tables and cheering on the young lion who currently had his hand up your younger sister’s skirt.

You could hardly stand it, the disrespect, the brazen attitude of it all. Memories of your sister's childhood rush through your mind, her love of the great romantic knights, tales of gentle touches, roses and chivalry… none of which were present in this tent, at this lavish wedding party. Bile raised in your throat as a deep-seated anger filled your body, and you stand up suddenly to speak, the throw pillows underneath you falling to the ground.

Before you can spit out your vitriol, you feel a large hand on your shoulder. It was your father. He pulls you to the side pressing a goblet of wine into your hands, whispering harshly to you over bards playing the Rains of Castamere. You swore they'd already played it at least five times this eve.

"Robyn. You will do well to remember yourself. The Lannisters are family now. You should be proud of your young sister. Tis’ a good match."

You barely get to open your mouth in protest when you notice your father’s eyes flash to someone across the room, and before you know it, his hand is pressed to your back, guiding you towards a crooked old man who must have been at least twice your age.

"Lord Royce! Have you met my fair Daughter, Lady Robyn?"

Lord Royce looks you up and down with a disgusting glint in his eye, licking his lips to catch the wine he'd almost poured down his chin just a second before. You see he has a few teeth missing, and a slight shaking in the hand clutching at his wine.

"I do believe we have; I was present at her christening in the Sept of Baelor. My, how she has grown. A Lady now indeed." He drawls, slurring his words.

Your father gives him a tight smile and gestures between you both drunkenly, before shooting you a glare and all but shoving you towards the older man, "Well then, you will have much to talk about and catch up on! Mayhap a dance on this joyous of occasions?"

"Father, I-" There was no time to express your displeasure, for Lord Royce had already dragged you to the centre of the tent, his gnarled hand wrapped around yours in a vice grip and his ringed fingers digging into your skin painfully. He spun you around in time with the other dancers, his hand lingering on your waist for all too longer than necessary at every opportunity. The smell of his breath was pungent and rotten as he leaned forward to whisper into your ear.

"To think I have not laid eyes on you since you were a babe." Lord Royce's hand slips down your waist to your hip and further still to squeeze at the soft swell of your behind with a wicked chuckle. "You are a babe no longer it seems…"

A soft yelp escapes your throat, your eyes wide with shock and fear. No one had even noticed you shriek, the music too loud, the flow of wine too heady, the heat of the night all too great. You wretch your body away from him in distaste.

"My Lord, forgive me but you forget your manners! Touch me again and I will summon my sword."

A cruel grin spreads across his face, his missing teeth giving a lispy rasp to his voice as he suppresses his own laughter. "It makes no difference to me, I am afraid. Your sword is soon to be my sword, my dear. Tis' already decided. We had best practice our dances, for soon we will be dancing at our very own wedding feast."

A cold chill runs down your spine as the reality of the situation hits you like a bucket of ice-cold water. Father planned to marry you to Lord Royce. He needed to secure his Bannerman. You were the last unmarried daughter. It was two birds with one stone.

You stumble backwards, almost tripping on a discarded tankard on the floor of the tent, shaking your head over and over. It couldn't be true. Surely Father wouldn't be so heartless? Your vision tunnels as your feet carry you away hastily out of the tent and into the humid summer air, all to the sound of Lord Royce's cruel laughter.

Your slippered feet ache as you run away, disoriented and panting, tears streaming down your face. Shakily you grab a black discarded cape hung on the back of a chair, shrouding yourself and running as fast as you can through the hunt.

Colours of the great houses flash you by, the white falcon, the rich gold and reds of the lion, the silver wolf, all passing over you in a blur… and when you finally stop, you've ran so far you had hardly noticed the colours had turned black as night, with the blood red sigil of the three-headed dragon flying lazily upon banners in the dull summer's breeze.

You were no longer in the Lion's den; you'd wandered somewhere far more frightening… straight into the Dragon's hoard. Only your father, sister and her new husband had been allowed into the royal tents, to present themselves to the good King Viserys. If they caught you here alone and unchaperoned your reputation would be ruined.

With shaking hands, you wrap the dirty cloak around your shoulders tighter to hide the rich azure blue of your dress, as you creep away from the large tents and towards the woods at the outskirts of the camp. It was either you brave the dangers of the wood for the night, or return to the clutches of Lord Royce.

With a heavy heart you plunge deeper into the darkness of the woods. Settling upon a tree stump beside a small creek, your gaze falls upon your once silver slippers, now ruined and caked in mud. There was once a time when you would have cared about such a thing, but now all you could feel was numbness in your soul which made your whole body cold. Your hands were tied and there was nowhere to run. Life was not a beautiful song, or a romantic tale of heroes and great loves. You break into a sob, burying your face into your hands, heaving breaths leaving your chest.

You had done well to get away without an arranged marriage for this long. At the age of twenty-five you had come to be considered an old maid amongst the court. Now, gone was the age of innocence, and the dreams that you might one day experience true love.

*Crack*

The silence of the wood and the night air was broken by the snapping of twigs underfoot, as slowly from the distance two figures emerged from the brush. Your body freezes as you see the sigil on their breastplates. A shower of pebbles upon an orange square. It was two knights sworn to the House Royce. They saunter over to you smirking, as you scurry off the stump to lean against a great oak trunk protectively. The larger of the two men places his hand to lean just above your head, peering down at you with a smirk.

"Looks like a little falcon chick has lost her way."

You shake your head nervously, paling as you realise that you are so deep into the woods that no one would hear you scream. No matter how hard you try.

"No- No, I'm not lost. I-"

They share a look between them, reeking of ale and blood.

"I think this little falcon chick looks thirsty. I think we should take her for a cup of ale, don't you? Lord Royce wouldn't mind."

His eyes flicker to yours with a glassy look, he was drunk, they both were. And you'd heard stories of what drunk men like him did to women like you.

"No, no thank you. My sister will be expecting me."

They lean closer still, the smaller one getting so close you can feel the heat of his body towering over you.

"She's pretty cute for a little falcon chick. How old are you, anyway? You live up in the big castle, dontcha?" He tries to grab at your wrist, but you wrestle it away violently.

"Leave me alone!"

The taller man chuckled darkly, shooting a derisive look at the shorter knight, "You see? Your big old beard always scares off the pretty girls."

"So? I'd say she's even cuter when she's scared, don't you think?"

You decide your only chance is to run. You'd never outrun them, but you had to try. Blood starts pumping through your veins, the adrenaline hitting you as you get ready to sprint, but as soon as you try to retreat away your back hits something hard and warm… and a slender hand places itself gently on your shoulder.

A deep voice speaks down into your ear, tickling warmly at the soft skin of your neck.

"There you are sweetheart, sorry I'm late. I was looking everywhere for you."

The two men stand up straighter ready to fight with their hands upon the hilts of their broadswords.

"Hey- can you not see that we're busy here? Lord Royce wants her back in one piece."

The cloaked man behind you grips your shoulder tighter still, almost protectively. The only part of him visible to you is the curling of his lips, which seemed to twitch at the knight's words uneasily. The deep voice behind you lets out a dark chuckle before he brandishes a large sword with a black hilt, shining in the moonlight… Valyrian steel.

"Are you really? It looked to me that the two of you were just leaving."

At the sight of Valyrian steel the two men cower and shift themselves quickly, bowing at the mystery man and sprinting off into the dark of the wood. Slowly the tall man takes down his hood, and the first thing that strikes you is the glinting of long silver hair in the moonlight… and a single lilac eye searching yours.

It was him, Prince Aemond Targaryen. Aemond One-Eye.

He reaches up ever so gently to take down the hood of your dirtied cloak, his finger brushing your cheek tentatively as he does so before he takes your hand in his and bows down to kiss the back of it with the ghost of a touch of his lips.

"Lady Robyn Arryn. My apologies for not finding you sooner. Where to? I will be your escort this evening."

Words fail you as he continues to hold your hand in his like it was made of porcelain. He almost has to bend down to speak to you he was so tall and imposing, yet there's a deep kindness in his eye that has you transfixed. You'd never met him, but you'd heard the stories. He was quiet and cruel. Studious. A loner through and through. And a demon with a sword.

"Prince Aemond- I-" you try to courtesy, but he continues to hold your hand firmly, shaking his head and chuckling.

"That won't be necessary. Now tell me, where do you wish to go? You must be desperate to brave the woods all on your own." He almost whispers as he speaks, his words delicate and falling off his tongue like the sweetest honey.

You decide to tell the truth, you had no choice, he was the prince, and… he was startlingly handsome in a way that made your chest ache and your fingers itch.

"Please, my Prince, if you would escort me home? I- I cannot go back to the camp. I must not. My father- the Lord of the Vale, he wishes to marry me to Lord Royce the Elder and-"

Suddenly he lifts his hand to quiet you and surveys your surroundings, his sharp jawline prominent and strong against the night. He drops your hand in favour of wrapping his arm protectively around your shoulders, cradling you to his side and walking you both swiftly forward, as his silver hair tickles you at the collar of your low-cut dress.

"Don't be alarmed, but we’re being followed by more of his men. Just act normal."

Aemond is so close you can smell him. He was still wearing his riding leathers from the hunt, smelling like sweat, ash and the damp night air in a way that was all too intoxicating. There's something else there too, something smoky that you can't quite put your finger on. Aemond's touch was different from any other man that had placed their hands on you. He felt safe, warm, inviting and oh so protective of you.

You steal a look at his face in the moonlight as you walk and find he's far more beautiful than the stories give him credit for. It was true what they said that Targaryen's were closer to gods than men, for the beautiful creature next to you could hardly even be human. His profile was enough to make you ache with desire in a way no man had ever produced in you.

*Snap*

Another twig cracked underfoot. Aemond's face dipped down once again close to yours to whisper into your ear, watching your face carefully.

"More of Royce's men. It would appear I am to become involved in a scandal." Aemond sighs and growls slightly in annoyance. His hand releases your shoulder and slides down, enveloping your own in a strong grip. "Now, when I say run, run, ok?"

Further twigs start to snap underfoot behind you, the sound of chainmail in the distance now impossible to ignore.

"This way. Run!" He whispers, pulling you along with him.

His long legs pelt into the ground, his cloak billowing behind him, and his silver hair shining like starlight under the full moon. It's a challenge keeping up with him, his legs are so much longer than yours, but he never let's go for even a moment. All of a sudden you're pulled into a large opening in the woods and a strange burning smell fills your nose… as you’re brought face to face with the largest dragon in the world. Vhagar.

“Wha- Prince Aemond!? What are you suggesting? You can’t be serious!” Your feet dig into the ground as you pull against him, but this only makes him grin wider and chuckle darkly. The rational part of your brain tells you he’s insane, that the stories were indeed true and that you should scream… but then a flicker of wonder appeared in your mind, the very same flicker you felt when you stood in the library in the Red Keep all those years ago.

There in front of you in the flesh was a real dragon, over 150 years old. And beside her, a silver-haired, Targaryen prince. This is it; you think to yourself. All those books you had read, all those stories of old, stories of good triumphing over evil… here was your chance to live it.

“Oh, I’m deadly serious. You do want to go home, do you not? The Eyrie is situated on the top of a mountain, as I recall. Vhagar and I can have you home and in bed safe and sound in mere moments...” He teases excitedly, before his voice and face drops to a more serious and soft tone, his long index finger coming up to raise your chin to look him directly into his eye.

“… Can you trust me?”

The sounds of shouting and swords leaving their hilts echo behind you. Your eyes shift from his striking face down to his hand as he reaches it out to you invitingly. Inhaling a deep breath and closing your eyes for a moment, you utter out an answer grasping his hand in yours.

“Yes. I trust you.”

A small smile you almost miss etches itself onto his face before he leads you swiftly over to the old dragon, pulling on a large black leather coat and passing you his dark hooded cloak.

“You will need the extra layer, my Lady. Now... May I lift you? You will need to climb up to the saddle, and I fear we do not have much time.”

A deep pink blush covers your cheeks at the thought of his strong arms carrying you. There is barely any time to squeak out a small ‘yes’ before Aemond is grasping you at the waist and thrusting you up onto the ropes leading up to Vhagar’s saddle. His hands are so large on your body that they almost encompass your middle section completely. Aemond follows closely behind, catching you a few times to steady you as your foot misses the gaps in the ropes clumsily.

You pull yourself up with a strength you never knew you had, settling into the saddle nervously. You could feel Vhagar breathing underneath you, feel her stretching out at the command of Aemond who was shouting out words in a tongue you’d never heard before. Of course… he was speaking High Valyrian.

“Rȳbagon naejot nyke, Vhagar. Heed ñuha udra.” Ready yourself, Vhagar. Heed my words.

Aemond all but jumps up to the saddle, and with a heavy thud he settles himself behind you. When he scoots forwards to grab at the chains hanging at your side, an even deeper blush covers your face and neck, heat pooling in your stomach. The hard plane of his chest presses against your back, the top of his thighs nudging the underside of your own, now bare as you straddle the seat.

“My apologies, Lady Robyn, but I must strap us to the saddle, and you to me lest we fall.” He laughs softly as he feels you tense against him in fear. “But we won’t, I promise you. I’d never let any harm come to you.”

With deft hands he ties the chains across your lap and his, wrapping a rope around your waist to secure you to him. All at once it hits you just how crazy the situation had become.

“Prince Aemond… I’m frightened! Please, let me off! I can’t do this!”

Aemond leans forward to grab for the reins, his arms tight either side of you, and his chin just above your ear. With hushed tones, he stops you, whispering into your ear.

“Yes. Yes, you can. You are of the Vale. You are of the sky. You and I are made of the same… We own the skies, little Falcon.”

Determination fills you, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You had to do whatever it takes. You would make your own destiny. You would make it out of here. You place your hands on the reigns next to his, so small and delicate next to his large strong fists.

“That’s my girl…” He murmurs, and you swear you can feel the crinkle of his smile against your hair before he shouts out to Vhagar.

“Vhagar, ñuha jorrāelagon, urnēptre īlva se nūmāzma hen speed!” Vhagar, my love, show us the meaning of speed!

Aemond places his hand over yours suddenly on the rope, making your heart surge.

“Hold on!”

With a deep rumble, the ground shakes, it feels like the Earth is turning when Vhagar moves to stand on her haunches. Already you are above the trees, and she had not even taken off yet. Vhagar lets out a deep roar stretching her neck into the sky, the screams of Lord Royce’s men in the woods beneath echoing around her as they scramble to run away. She stretches out her wings beating them and like a hurricane they ascend into the night sky.

The forests fade beneath you, deep greens become soft pillowy whites as you soar into the clouds together. After a short while Vhagar’s wings extend, bringing you to a slow glide just above the clouds.

“Now, straighten your posture against me… and see, you’re flying!”

A rich and infectious laugh leaves his throat as the wind surrounds you. The careful pins and ties in your hair are long forgotten, your hair now cascading behind you, flying free.

You can’t help it, you’re not sure if it’s the euphoria of the dragon flight, the drama of the night, or the way Aemond had wrapped himself around you so, but soon you’re laughing with him, exclaiming out loud in a way that was hardly lady-like.

“See? My dear, you are a natural!”

“Prince Aemond, this is incredible! Vhagar, she is magnificent!”

“Se dōna riña thinks iksā gevie, Vhagar!” The sweet girl thinks you are beautiful, Vhagar! Aemond releases a deep belly laugh, slapping the side of Vhagar’s neck fondly.

With a shaking roar, a shooting of flames and sparks spit from Vhagar’s mouth.

He cranes his neck to look at you closely, a warm smile gracing his cat-like lips. “I think she likes you, Lady Robyn! Why don’t you tell her yourself!”

“I am thoroughly impressed, Vhagar! You are a first-class dragon; I adore your spark!” You shout to the ancient dragon as loud as you can against the rushing winds, almost as if you were praising a rather large scaly cat. The rumble that leaves her jaws sounds like a purr, almost the same way her master was chuckling behind you.

Beneath you the clouds become a mismatch of greens and multicoloured tents as you approach the grounds of the Eyrie. From up here you could see the ancient castle in all its beauty. Situated in the Mountains of the Moon and surrounded by cotton clouds, at this height it almost seemed small, like a child’s playset. The waterfall, Alyssa’s tears cascaded down the side of the Giant’s Lance, reflecting off the marble walls of High Hall.

“It’s beautiful… It’s gorgeous, Aemond! It’s like a dream…” For the first time in years, you feel truly alive, and it’s all because of him.

With a whoosh of her wings, Vhagar descends towards the castle and the Maiden’s Tower and it hits you that Aemond really meant what he’d said about having you home and in bed before you knew it.

“Prince Aemond… You’re not- You don’t expect me to climb through the window?!”

A snickering laugh escapes him as he presses his head against yours. You swear for a moment you can feel him smelling your hair, the thought making your thighs clench.

“Of course not. I intend to carry you through the window.”

“What?!” You utter before he shouts over your protests to his Dragon.

“Konīr Vhagar, tegun īlva!” There Vhagar! Land us.

Vhagar’s wings billow out behind her, as she hovers down, clutching to the mountainside and the tower, bringing you level with the balcony of your chambers.

Quietly and ever so gently, he undoes the chains around you both, and the soft rope securing you to his front. Aemond swings his legs to the side, and clambers down the ropes at Vhagar’s large neck. There’s a confident look in his eyes and a glint of warmth as he reaches his arms out towards you, one leg propped up onto the edge of the balcony.

“Come down with me… I promise I’ll catch you. Vhagar already loves you, she’ll be still.”

You take a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling before you climb down slowly and turn to face the Prince. His words from earlier echo in your mind… Trust me.

And you did. Without any hesitation you jump from the ropes and into the warm, strong arms of Aemond Targaryen. He cradles you to him in a bridal carry, strong legs pushing you forward through the balcony doors to place you down softly on the chaise lounge next to your fireplace.

A thousand thoughts run through your head as he lingers closely to you, laying you down gently. Aemond’s lilac eye searches yours intensely, his hand still resting beneath your neck, caressing the soft hairs at the nape.

“My lady… Robyn… you were spectacular tonight,” He swallows softly as his gaze slides down to your slim neck and collarbones, whispering your house words to himself as much as you in wonder, “As High as Honor.”

Slowly, he leans forward, staring at your bottom lip passionately. Your eyes flutter shut, your eyelashes batting against your cheek. With a gentle caress of your hair, he presses the tenderest of kisses, the only kiss you’d ever had, to your lips.

It lasted but a moment, but you knew it would stay with you forever.

Aemond pulls away gingerly, his silver hair tickling your chest. Like a knight from a storybook, he stands up tall and bows, taking your hand in his to kiss at the back of it with unearthly grace.

“… My lady, do not leave your room, keep the door locked… I will return to you soon.”

He moves to leave quickly, the sound of Vhagar rumbling outside the balcony doors. Before he can clamber over the side of the fencing you find the courage to stop him, calling from your room.

“Aemond! Aemond wait… Where are you going?”

With a flick of his silver hair, he throws a radiant smile to you over his shoulder, his lilac eye shining in the moonlight.

“To see my father. You will not be wed to Lord Royce… And I plan to fly with you till the end of my days.”

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