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Charles jealous and possessive please 🔥 SMUT

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There was something about the rich, fancy Monaco lifestyle. Something Y/N L/N couldn't quite explain.

When her boyfriend wasn't racing on the other side of the world, when he was home in Monaco he took her out to extravagant and elegant restaurants. The kinds of places where Y/N was dressed to the nines, where all eyes were on her and she was on Charles' arm.

On this particular evening, Y/N wore a black dress with a skirt that went down to her ankles. There was a slit up the side, showing off a bit of her leg. The rest of the dress was pretty simple, tight to her body with thin straps over her shoulders. On her feet she had black feels with little straps criss crossing up her legs. Her nails were black, matching the dress.

Charles stood in his suit, watching as Y/N put on her heels. He couldn't help but stare as she finished getting ready. "Oh mon Dieu, ma chérie. Tu es superbe," (oh my god, my darling. You look fantastic) he whispered as he leaned against the mirror.

Y/N tucked her hair behind her ear. "Thank you, Lord Percival," she said, standing from the bed.

Striding over, she wrapped her arms around her neck and kissed him. It was quick and careful, so that Y/N didn't ruin her makeup. "How about we don't go to dinner," he suggested. "How about we stay here and I ravage you?"

She shook her head. "Please, Charles. We haven't been to dinner in so long," she said with a slight whine.

So, they went to dinner. With Charles driving, they looked every bit the rich Monégasque people everybody through they were. Some people took pictures of them as they drove past, on their way to the restaurant.

At the restaurant, they took their seats and ordered their drinks. "I'll be back in a moment," said Y/N when the waiter walked away. She stood from her seat, kissed Charles on the cheek (leaving a lovely red mark), and made her way to the bathroom.

Charles looked around the restaurant. Some people had their phone out, pointing them at him. Charles simply smiled as he waited for her to get back.

Y/N finished up in the bathroom and made her way outside. There was a small corridor, with the men's bathroom next to the women's, before leading back to the restaurant.

A man walked out of the bathroom beside her as Y/N walked out of the ladies room. He looked her up and down as Y/N fixed the skirt of her dress and leaned against the wall. The guy let out a whistle. "Je te ferai crier mon nom au lit ce soir, ma belle," (I'll have you screaming my name in bed tonight, gorgeous) he said.

Y/N sent a disgusted look his way. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm here with my boyfriend," she spat and walked away. Walking back to her Lord Percival.

"Je m'en fiche, sexy. Je te ferai mendier pour moi dans ces toilettes si tu le veux," (I don't care about that, sexy. I'll have you begging for me in those stalls if you want it) he said, following her towards the restaurant.

Y/N ignored him as she walked back to her table. Just before she reached Charles, the guy reached forward, pinching her ass. Gasping, Y/N turned around, ready to throw a punch. But the man was gone. When he saw where she was heading, he backed off, walking to a table with what Y/N could only assume was his wife.

"What was that, Darling?" Asked Charles as Y/N sat down opposite him. Their drinks were already there and Charles had already had most of his.

Y/N took a sip of her drink. "Oh, nothing my love. Don't worry about it."

Charles narrowed his eyes. He believed her, but her answer wasn't filling him with confidence.

He was silent while they ate their food. Charles was quick to pay for the food and get Y/N back into the car. "I saw you with him, mon amour," he said as the drove away.

"What? Charles-"

"I'm going to make sure you never do anything like that again." His hand was on her thigh, gripping tight, travelling closer to where she needed him most.

"Charles," she whispered, hiking up the skirt of her dress. Charles' fingers danced across her bare thigh, sending a shiver up her spine.

Charles kept a hold of her hand as he walked her back into the apartment. He pushed the door shut behind them and locked it. There would be no interruptions tonight.

"Get in the bedroom and get that dress off," he said, walking to their kitchen.

Y/N ran off to the bedroom, unzipping and throwing off her dress as she went. She left it in a crumpled pile by the wardrobe and worked on taking off her shoes and underwear. Discarding them in the same manner, she laid back on the bed and stared at the door.

Anticipation was making it all the more exciting. She could hear Charles' shoes clicking against the floor as he approached, making her drip.

When he twisted the handle and pushed the door open, Y/N sat up and stared at him. Charles was still dressed, but his shirt was halfway unbuttoned, showing off his chest.

He was so pretty. So, so pretty.

"I don't like it when people try to take what's mine," he said, his voice low. He shrugged off his jacket and beckoned her closer.

On her hands and knees, Y/N crawled across the bed towards him. Charles pushed her hair behind her ear and tilted her chin up to kiss her. "Si jolie, mon amour. Tellement jolie." (So pretty, my love. So fucking pretty)

Still clothed, Charles pushed her back onto the bed. He ran his hands over her body, over all the places that made her shiver. Over her breasts and down to her core.

His touches were light as he touched her folds. "Charles," she cried, throwing her head back. With one hand he touched her and, with the other, he unbuckled her belt. "Nobody touches my girl," he said through a growl, his touches becoming rougher.

Flipping Y/N over, she pulled his cock from his trousers. Charles lined himself up and entered swiftly. He was still fully clothed, standing over Y/N on her hands and knees.

Charles' thrusts started slow. But they quickly got rougher. Charles had a grip on her hair, holding her up, exposing her throat. His hips were moving at a bruising pace, his thrusts hitting all the right places.

"Oh my," she gasped. "Charles!"

The hand gripping her throat moved around to her neck, pulling her back into her chest. If it wasn't for his grip, Y/N would have fallen forward, allowing her body to be pounded into the sheets. Charles bit and kissed at her shoulder, sucking dark bruises into the place where her shoulder met her neck.

Y/N was lost in a haze of sex and pleasure. She cried his name again ans again, repeating it like a prayer.

When Y/N came undone Charles kept going. He didn't let up on the pace, not until his thrusts became sloppy and his hips stilled against her, spilling his seed inside of her.

For a moment, Charles didn't pull out. He just held Y/N there, his cock buried inside of her. His breathing was erratic, his body sweaty.

"C'est ma gentille fille. Tu as fait du bien pour moi," (That's my good girl. You did so good for me) he whispered, kissing her gently.

Slowly, Y/N pulled away from him. She laid herself on the bed and reached out for Charles, trying to pull him closer. As he came closer, he took off his shirt and his pants discarding them. "I love you," she said, pulling him close for a kiss.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Charles replied, pulling her to her wobbly feet.

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chrisevansonly · 10 months

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sofs16 · 4 months

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charles couldn’t believe it. oxford.

he obviously knew she wanted to be a writer or journalist but oxford? he felt a pang in his chest when it dawned on him, he really hadn’t been updated with her.

every time he was out with her, she would ask any updates on him.

he opens the letter, against his better judgement, and feels proud.

“I am glad to inform you that the department of english has provisionally agreed to admit you” he whispers the words to himself, glancing at her house.

he runs inside his house to seal the envelope again and slips it under her door with a small smile.

over the course of 3 months, charles, again, has a new girlfriend. yn hasn’t told anyone but her family about oxford. though to others, something has shifted in her. charles thinks it’s because her she can stop worrying about not getting into college.

it’s a warm summer night when the yln’s and leclerc’s are all gathered. yn tells the leclerc’s she’s going to leave soon, except charles, who is no where to be found until he enters the house with his girlfriend on his arm.

this had never happened; charles introducing a girl to his family

they all looked at each other

“ah! everyone, meet my girlfriend, cindy” charles shuts the door as the brunette girl with red lips smiles, introducing herself to her and his family.

yn’s stomach sinks, her breathing slows down, and she inhales sharply. cindy was jaw droppingly gorgeous and seemingly sweet.

“you must be yn, charles’ best friend!” she reaches yn at the end of the table and offers her a hug, yn awkwardly accepts. a bit of putting alcohol on the wound.

she sits back down for a while, staring at her empty plate while lorenzo and kylie make eye contact.

“excuse me” she pushes her chair and goes to the kitchen, stumbling into the dark pantry, and she shuts the door

she grips on one of the shelves to steady herself before she covers her mouth, tears falling helplessly on her new sundress.

she shakes as silent sobs escape her mouth and the pantry door opens. she winces as she looks up to see lorenzo switching the light on. he looks behind him to see charles smiling with his family and cindy before lorenzo embraces yn. no words are exchanged, but a quiet understanding.

they pull away and she tiptoes out the backdoor to make her way back to her room. she wipes her tears, glancing at the mirror for a second before retouching her makeup. eventually she makes it back to the table hearing about charles’ girlfriend and her accomplishments.

she folds her arm and clutches the other as she feels her eyes wander towards charles’ light touches on cindy.

yn’s lips remained still that night, muttering a few words here and there.

and just like that september night, charles makes his way to her room a little past midnight.

“what is your problem with her?” he barges in “who?” “cindy!” “what did i do to her, charles” she scoffs “she was nice and you just left!” “nothing is wrong with her, charles. she’s kind”

“arrête de mentir! stop lying!” he raises his voice “Je mens pas! iQu'est ce qui te ferais penser ça? !i’m not lying! what would make you think that?!”

“because you are hiding things from me!” “comme quoi, charles! like what!” how dare he accu-

“Comme quand tu as déposé une candidature à Oxford et que tu as été prise. like how you applied to oxford and got in” the silence was too loud for both of them. “Je pensais qu'on était meilleurs amis et qu'on se disait tout. I thought we were best friends and we tell each other everything” he adds

“i am sorry for not telling you, but that’s just it, charles! I will always be the best friend and i know it won’t change but i’m sick and tired of being here when i don’t even see my purpose here anymore!”

“why would you want to change being best frien- oh”

“do you know how it felt to be there? too in love with you whilst you introduced ‘the girl you will marry’ to your family, whom i consider my own?” the tears were starting to fall down her face

“it hurts charles knowing that you will never see me the same way i see you. and i can’t even blame you because it’s not your fault!

somewhere in between our friendship i fell in love with you and it’s my fault that i couldn’t control it”

her heart was bursting with pain and relief.

charles stood there frozen. how was he supposed to act to his best friend being in love with him? it was not even a little crush. charles would always admit that she was pretty, charming, smart, hardworking, respectful, maybe a little blunt and stubborn sometimes, but he did not think of her in that way.

he felt the unsettling need to run away and take a moment to absorb everything, yn could clearly see that.

“you don’t need to say anything, you can go” she whispered and he nodded. for the first time, he shut the door without looking back, staring at the stair case. on the other side of the door, yn already felt warm liquid flowing down her face uncontrollably. she promised this would be the last time she would cry over a man.

Enzo Lec.

Hi, Yn. How are you holding up? 🙂

Hi, Enzo:) As good as I can be? I’m not really sure… How is he?

Enzo Lec.

Quiet and different. When are you leaving?

Next week I’m not entirely confident I can say bye to him

Enzo Lec.

You can’t just leave without saying bye, Yn. What happens when you come back?

You and I both know I’m not coming back, Enzo🫤 And besides, he’ll probably be in F2 or F1 by then, traveling more

Enzo Lec.

Just because he doesn’t love you the way you do yet doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you

That’s the part that hurts the most

Sorry but I don’t really want to talk about it anymore

Enzo Lec.

Alright, but at least try to say bye, okay? And to me and the others 😅

Of course Aren’t you dropping me off the airport?

Enzo Lec.

I was just double checking 🤪

Haaaa Haaaa Very funny *gets stranded in house with no ride* [ Enzo Lec reacted with 🤣] Night enzo, thanks:)

Enzo Lec.

Good night, Yn:) We’re all proud of you

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the week was met with silence between the two. everyone knew yn was leaving.

pascale, the first to show up in her room and help her pack while chatting. arthur, to come over her room and steal things she didn’t need. hervé, to wish her a good luck in her new chapter. lorenzo, to maybe get her to talk to charles. but charles never came.

it was the day before she left when she knew they weren’t going to see each other. she took matters i to her own hands and started writing.

one thing about yn was she wasn’t the best at verbally communicating. but writing down letters was much easier to her.

lorenzo had driven yn to the nice airport with pascale. charles’ location unknown, and her family was busy supporting kylie with her booming business.

she wanted it like this though, a quiet send off with people she considered her family.

her things were all out of the car and hugs were exchanged. she bit her lip before pulling out a scarlet envelope from her handbag. “see to it he gets it, okay?” yn hands it to lorenzo as he nods with a smile.

charles arrives home and his heart speeds as he sees the whole y/l/n household in pitch black.

he rushes inside his home to a quiet dinner. he makes his way to the table “where is she?” he runs his hand though his hair. lorenzo hands him the envelope.

“she’s gone?” he whispers as he looks at the envelope and they all look at each other

he walks outside, glancing at the empty house beside him. he lets his fingers glide over the ink ‘charles’ outside the envelope before opening it.

dearest charles,

i’m sorry about the way we left things, i really am. even more so that i could not bring myself to talk to you face to face.

but tomorrow i leave for london (today if you’ve read it as i planned). you’ve probably already heard that but for my peace of mind, i am writing you this letter.

you are extraordinary. every part of you is special charles, on and off track. all your kindness, thoughtfulness, talent, determination, patience, love, and more. i hope you never lose that in you.

this setback will never mean i won’t support you from a far; because i will. i heard you got into the drivers academy and i am so so proud of you. i never doubted you. i’m sorry i wasn’t there to celebrate with you.

i know things will never be the same as they were and for that, i am sorry. but i’ll never be sorry for loving you the way i did even if i, or we, ended up in pain; loving you is never a mistake. never let anyone make you think that.

it hurt too much to see you with other girls and quarrel over it and i promised myself i wouldn’t cry over you again. if i saw you with cindy again, i’d be breaking that promise.

maybe not my place to say but please don’t let girls get in your current relationship’s way:) there’s so much more left unsaid but i think this is enough for now. i wish you always the best. i wish you the happiness and success you deserve. don’t let anything define you but yourself

love,

he lets out the breath he was holding once he finishes it. his lips quiver and his eyes gloss as he walks back inside the house. they all look at him.

“she is gone?” he whispers again and lorenzo nods. as it sinks in, his head starts to nod softly and he looks down at the letter. drops of tears falling onto the cream envelope.

“i think she was the one. the one even if i can not realize it now” he licks his lips and places his hand under his chin.

pascale stands up and embraces him, leading him to his room. “let‘s get you resting, hm?” charles mumbles something and he falls asleep that night, holding that letter, gripping onto every word.

he has to make it in f1, for you.

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Hello, Y/n/n :) I received your letter… I made a big mistake letting you go. I am stupid for realizing it too late. Can I call you?

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Conjugate The Ways

Pairing: OPLA Sanji x Reader

Rating/Content Warnings: R/18+ content but again no actually doing the do - I do actually write smut I swear but these first two are tame comparatively - sexual content, excessive dirty talking (and excessive bad French), maybe sexual harassment if you squint but it's not really creepy tho because she doesn't notice? It's hard to explain but basically just Sanji saying all the raunchy shit he thinks to reader in French so she doesn't understand so. Yeah whatever that counts as. Implied AFAB femme presenting reader but not too much, just a few lines here and there.

Summary: Sanji runs out of new ways to call reader pretty, so he comes up with a...new strategy. Approx. 1.3k words.

Disclaimer(s): I absolutely do not speak French (unless you count the one and a half years I took back in highschool, which I DEFINITELY don't 💀) and, ironically to the title, the conjugation is probably terribly off here, since it's a mix of Google translate and language AI chatbots. But I thought the concept was silly and hot and I would rather die than hand this off to someone who actually speaks French to proofread because shit gets NASTY. Also there's one line at the end implying reader is American but feel free to ignore that if you're not lmfao.

The day Sanji found out you were easily flustered was the best day of his life.

There was no one else on the crew to really appreciate his efforts, not in any interesting ways, at least. Nami’s exasperation and Zoro’s disdain were amusing in their way, but neither was the reaction he was looking for.

You, however- well, you were just a masterpiece. As soon as you'd joined the crew of the Going Merry, you were a bright little ray of sunshine lighting up the constant angst aboard the ship. You were truly pleasant to flirt with, too. You'd stumble over your words and mumble sheepish thanks at his compliments and go pink at his pet names. Not even a week into joining, the name “mon cœur” had stuck, because of how much the term of endearment made you blush.

He asked why that in particular got to you, and you confessed that something about it being in French made it seem more intimate coming from him, which he supposed made sense. He also made it a point to speak French to you more often, even if you had no idea what he was saying.

After a few weeks, though, he ran into the same problem he often ran into in English- there are only so many ways to say the same things twice.

Eventually, he'd run out of synonyms for beautiful, his compliments would grow stale and repetitive. Not that you minded, of course, angel that you were. But the hobby lost a bit of it's appeal. That was, until he figured out the loophole:

No one else aboard the Going Merry spoke French.

Unlike in English, if he ran out of new compliments and sweet flattery, he could just say exactly what he was thinking with the same soft, gentle lilt to his voice that he used when delivering one of his many declarations of love and you'd never know the difference.

He'd tested his theory a few times when you helped him prep in the kitchen and it worked like a charm, you receiving his declarations that “j'adorerais voir tes jambes écartées”, and “j'aimerais te faire mendier pour moi”, as if they were glowing performance reviews- which you probably thought they were, given that the only commonly understood part of either statement was “j’taime”.

It became easy to fall into the habit after that.

“Je veux t'ouvrir sur mon queue, mon cœur.”

“Hmm?”

You looked up at him like you always did, with those big doe eyes full of curiosity and fondness, and he almost felt bad.

Almost.

Instead, he brings a hand down to ruffle your hair gently with a lovesick smile on his face.

“Oh, nothing to worry your pretty head about. Just how gorgeous you are. Je t'emmènerais sous tes draps, comme une pute, et te ferais jouir encore et encore, ruiner ta petite chatte.”

Like always, a pretty pink flush bloomed high on your cheeks, the color somehow making you look more naive. He wondered how dark your blush would be if you knew what he was really saying.

“Y'know, if you ever want me to actually be able to respond to you, you're gonna have to teach me French.”

You tease lightly, and now it's his turn to blush, though for a much more incriminating reason.

“Sure, mon cœur. Someday."

You hum softly in response and he studies you in the moment’s silence, peaceful and calm and comfortable in a way silence could only be between two people as close as you. Pretty eyes with long lashes, soft skin, full lips. What a sight you were.

“Y'know, sometimes I can guess. Not much, but a few words here and there.”

His heart stops beating.

“…oh, can you?”

You look away shyly, an endearingly sheepish look of pride crossing your face.

“Well, y'know- words that sound similar in English. Universel and pour and en."

Sigh of relief, breath out. Respond before you look too suspicious.

“Well, it'll get a lot more complicated than that if you ever really want to learn.”

You pout at that, posture slumping a bit in disappointment as you switch on your intentional puppy dog eyes.

"C'mon, please Sanji? At least teach me a few words?" You bargain, batting your lashes up at him. "I promise not to completely butcher them."

He just rolls his eyes fondly, shaking his head and mumbling under his breath to himself.

"Mon cœur, je pourrais dire n'importe quoi que je veulent, et tu n'en devinerais rien."

He brushes a hand through his hair for a moment absently, sighing to himself. Damn your persuasiveness.

"...fine, love."

Your face lights up. Maybe this isn't the worst idea in the world.

"To start, I'm sure you want to know what your name means, hm?"

"I mean-" You huff slightly at his words, folding your arms across your chest in an endearingly flustered sort of defiance. "I already know what that means!"

He raises a brow teasingly and paces slowly to the wall, leaning up against it with crossed arms and a smirk. The sudden attitude amuses him.

"Oh, do you? Enlighten me then, mon cœur: what have I been calling you this whole time?"

Proving his point, you go silent for a moment, flushing sheepishly.

"I...get the gist of it is what I'm saying!"

He raises his eyebrows and opens his mouth in mock-surprise, clicking his tongue disapprovingly.

"Ah. You "get the gist", do you?"

You huff, annoyed at his teasing, and look away.

"Fine. I don't know what the stupid nickname means, Sanji. Happy? I swear, you're such a-"

"Ah ah ah- no. No, mon cœur, this...is a learning opportunity," he cuts you off, voice growing soft as he walks back to you, gently grabbing your arms to uncross them. He coaxes you back to a more relaxed state, rubbing your shoulders soothingly.

"No need to get upset, hey? I'm only teasing."

You roll your eyes but accept his apologetic soothing nonetheless. Yes, he's an ass sometimes, but he's yours.

"Besides, love-"

He leans in teasingly close and all of a sudden you find yourself boxed in against the wall, framed by a hand planted next to your head that he uses to lean in, tilting your chin to the side gently to whisper in your ear.

"French is the language of love, not something you "get the gist" of."

He leans back with a satisfied smirk and you must be blushing to your ears at this point, trying and failing to laugh it off with a nervous shake of your head.

"Yeah, yeah, fine. Got it. You can't "get the gist" of French."

"Glad we're in agreement, then," he grins, striding casually back to his seat as if nothing had just happened. He stops mid way for a moment, tossing over his shoulder-

"It means 'my heart'. Meaning-wise it's closer to 'sweetheart' or 'love', but literally translated...'my heart'."

He sits back down lazily and you swallow, trying to remember your words as your brain starts up again.

"Oh. Right, that- that makes sense."

You clear your throat awkwardly and pull out your compact mirror as discreetly as possible to check if you look as flushed as you are. It's not too bad, thankfully, but you have the feeling he knows anyway.

"To use it in a sentence: je vais te putain jusqu'à ce que tu supplies et que tu appelles mon nom en ce joli accent américain, mon cœur."

You can't help but smile at the soft, lilting voice he says the words in, the little nickname feeling even more special now that you understand it.

"What does the rest of the sentence mean?"

He just chuckles and shakes his head, though you're not quite sure what's so funny.

"I'll teach you later, sweetheart."

#vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #opla sanji #opla sanji x reader #opla #opla x reader #sanji x you #opla Sanji x you #opla x you #one piece #one piece live action #one piece x reader #one piece x you #opla x y/n #opla sanji x y/n #sanji x y/n

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notleclerc · 10 days

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Too Hot

🤍Charles x Fem!Reader

🤍summary: in which the game „Too Hot“ challenges ones desires

🤍warning: getting a little steamy here but nothing to big

🤍a/n: I got inspired by @yuwuta with the JJK version and was like „ok slay lemme try it as well“ // English is not my first language so please have mercy on me🥺

In the heart of Monaco, where the streets echo with the roar of engines and the glitz of the Grand Prix, a different kind of heat simmers beneath the surface. It's not the scorching sun or the adrenaline of racing that sets hearts racing, but a playful game of Too Hot. And amidst the glamorous backdrop, you find yourself entangled in a steamy encounter with none other than Charles Leclerc.

Ever since Lando started to learn how to be a Dj, he‘s been throwing parties left and right, having only VVIP‘s in the club. Models, Actors, Athlete‘s - you name it. Obviously, that means the whole Grid is always welcome to join the fiesta. Charles, being the supportive friend he is, gets ready to dress up and waits for his girlfriend.

Y/n makes sure to wear a beautful red dress. God, that dress could make the devil go weak in his knees. Charles couldn‘t help but admire her.

„Tu es très belle, mon amour“ (you look beautiful my love)

he says, his voice tender with a soft look on his face.

You smile as you feel your cheeks getting warmer, giving yourself a natural blush. You give him a peck on his chin, as you are smaller even in heels.

„Merci Cha“ (thank you)

The two of you leave his appartement and go straight to his oh-so-famous Ferrari, the one that puts everyone in awe of its beauty (or the beauty driving it). The ride was smooth and no words were exchanged as the two of them enjoyed the calm and warmth.

It didn‘t take them long to reach the club, the music already indicating that Charles and Y/n were fashionably late. Charles hands his keys to a valet since he can‘t, for the love of god, park the car right. You tease him about it way too often.

„Et ils disent que les femmes ne peuvent pas se garer“ (and they say women can‘t park)

you say teasingly.

Charles chuckles and places his hand on your waist, guiding you towards the entrance. He made sure to get down to your ear and whispered softly

„Surveille ta bouche ou je le ferai pour toi, bébé“ (watch your mouth or i‘ll do it for you babe)

As you both enter, one with a smirk and the other with flushed cheeks, Lando greets the two of you with a wave from the DJ booth and makes sure to let you both know where the others are.

The party can begin.

As the night unfolds and the party reaches its peak, you catch sight of Charles across the room, his charismatic smile drawing you in like a magnet. You were dancing with the girlfriends of the drivers and having the time of your life. Your pulse quickens as Charles suddendly approaches, his confident stride sending a thrill down your spine.

"Hey there," he greets you with a charming grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Fancy a game of Too Hot?"

You're taken aback by the invitation, but the thrill of the challenge beckons you. "Sure, why not?" you reply, unable to resist the allure of his playful proposal. The two of you love challenges no matter what the situation is.

The rules are simple: two people kiss while keeping their hands to themselves, and the first to touch their partner loses. With a shared glance and a silent agreement, you both dive into the game, the tension between you palpable.

As your lips meet in a teasingly tender kiss, the world around you fades into obscurity, leaving only the electrifying connection between you and Charles. His touch is intoxicating, igniting a fire within you that blazes with each passing moment.

"Tu es un sacré compétiteur“ (You're quite the competitor)

Charles murmurs against your lips, his voice husky with desire.

„Mais je n'y vais pas de main morte avec toi, ma petite fleur“ (But I won't go easy on you, my little flower)

he adds playfully.

You respond with a playful challenge of your own, reveling in the thrill of the chase as you dance on the edge of temptation. Each kiss becomes a daring game of brinkmanship, testing the limits of self-control.

Time loses all meaning as you lose yourself in the heated exchange, the boundaries between reality and desire blurring into a tantalizing haze. The world outside ceases to exist as you and Charles become locked in a battle of wills, neither willing to concede defeat.

But as the game reaches its climax, a surge of longing courses through you, threatening to overwhelm your resolve. With a breathless gasp, you instinctively reach out, your hand brushing against Charles's cheek in a moment of unguarded passion.

"Je gagne“ (I win)

he whispers triumphantly, a smug grin playing on his lips as he leans in to claim victory with a searing kiss.

„Je te laisse gagner parce que c'est la seule fois où tu le fais“ (I let you win because that‘s the only time you do)

You teased him again and couldn‘t help but laugh, seeing his baffled face. He puts his hand on your cheeks and squeezes them together. He looks down at me and shakes his head softly with a certain intensity to his eyes.

„Tu veux vraiment jouer à la cochonne avec moi ? Tu sais ce que les sales gosses obtiennent de mon amour.“ (you really want to play dirty with me? You know what brats get my love)

He caresses your cheek with his thumb as he tilted his head.

Ne m'oblige pas à te faire ça, ma belle. (Don‘t make me do it to you sweetcheeks)

He goes back to squeeze your cheeks together and pulls you closer to him with a warning look in his ocean eyes. As the night draws to a close and the party fades into memory, you carry with you the lingering warmth of Charles's touch, a tantalizing reminder of a fiery encounter that ignited sparks in the heart of Monaco.

As for what happens after the party? Only the two of them and maybe the neighbour will know ;).

Now that escalted quickly👀 HAVE MERCY ON ME!! I don‘t know how to write intimate moments aka the humpy dumpty so please take this as a chance to let your mind run freely 🥹

Reblog, comments and likes are aprreciated

#f1 #charles leclerc #formula 1 #scuderia ferrari #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x y/n #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc smut #formula one #f1 2024 #f1 x reader #f1 imagines #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 imagine #f1 x you #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fluff

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tsumtsumrry · 11 months

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sex with harry headcannons

lots of kisses. like i’m talking kisses on top of kisses on top of kisses. he loves the intimacy.

he’s very touchy, heavy on the skin to skin contact. he really needs to feel you

begging (“one more, jus’ gimme one more baby. please? please, angel?”) or (“need to cum, please lemme—fuck fuck. please please please.”)

when he’s on top he’s so passionate with his strokes. slow, deep and hard. he isn’t afraid to wreck you though, don’t underestimate him.

dunno why but i think he’s a boob guy. loves to have his hands on them, suck on them.

check ins (“you alright, m’love? feels good?”) or (“m’being good? i’m your good boy?”)

needs you to get there, no matter what. your pleasure is legitimately his top priority, he never leaves his girl unsatisfied.

very vocal, not ashamed when it comes to moaning

very needy when he’s in the mood (“please? just a cuddle? a kiss? love you so much.”) it’s never just a cuddle or a kiss.

loves to push/test limits (“think you can do four this time, pretty girl?”) or (“i promise i can take it.”)

loves to finger you. it’s never been a fixation he’s had before you but he just loves the way he can make you into a blubbering mess when he’s stroking the inside of you so deliciously.

aftercare is so important to him. he loves that you guys take care of each other and show your appreciation after all that pleasure. the love he feels after the fact is more of a high than the actual orgasm to him

loves eating you out. he tells you all the time that he can spend forever between your thighs. you thought he was joking but he meant it. he loves the taste of you, the way he can feel your thighs shake around his head, the way he can tease you when he licks over your panties and how he can hear the relieved moan when his tongue finally makes contact with your clit.

subspace and “domspace”

subspace: slurring his words a bit, unfocused, glassy eyes, constantly asking for reassurance, feeling so good he doesn’t really think about anything else. (“s’so fuckin’ good baby, g’na cum. am i bein’ good? you love me?”) and (“this is the best i’ve e-ever felt. i can’t even fuckin’ t-think, b-baby love.”)

“domspace”: sharp vision, focused on your every move, his job is to make you both feel good and to protect you, rougher with you, more demanding, his voice is deep with a little bit of a strained whine in it from how turned on he is. just wants to take care of you. (“don’ move. take my fucking cock, princess. or is it too much for you?”) and (“it’s good? like me stretching you out like this? filling you up? my pretty filthy girl.”)

the occasional dirty talk in a different language to tease you. (“si', piccola. proprio così. prendere il mio cazzo cosi' bene.”) yeah, baby. just like that. taking my cock so fucking well. or (“s'il te plaît, bébé. je ferai tout ce que vous demandez. Je t'aime tellement. baise-moi s'il te plaît.”) please, baby. i'll do anything you ask. love you so much. please fuck me. sometimes you think he purposely learns dirty things when he tours the world just to have you shaking under him.

#harry styles smut #harry styles one shot #harry styles writing #harry styles headcannons #old

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I’ll Wait For You

Hey anon, thank you so much for your adorable request. I really enjoyed writing this one. I hope you enjoy. The best way to kick off the New Year? A Eugene Roe fic of course. Happy New Year everyone! Warnings: mentions of injury, family death, destruction of homes, themes of war, weapons.

Eugene couldn’t remember the last time his heart hadn’t been pounding out of his chest. Ever since they’d jumped on D-Day his heart had been beating like a trapped bird flapping its wings against his ribcage. He didn’t know whether it was fear or adrenaline; or both. He could safely say that he was scared, many of the men wouldn’t admit it and as their medic, he wouldn’t show it, but he was scared, scared for himself and his friends. It was normal to be scared. Yet Eugene had never seen anyone as scared as the large blue-eyed civilian girl looking up at him and Liebgott.

“What do we have here?” Liebgott had all but sneered, pointing his M1 at a terrified civilian. Eugene felt himself smacking the gun away from her, “Leave her be. She’s a civilian. What da hells wrong wit’ you.”

Liebgott quickly lost interest in the situation once Eugene took a protective stance in front of her, and hurried off to join Webster and a few of the others that had crowded in the square.

“It’s all right. I won’t hurt ya,” Gene spoke softly as he knelt beside her, his hands raised and his eyes not leaving hers. She backed further away from him, tears trickling down her cheeks as she mumbled something.

“What was that? Whatcha say?”

The girl mumbled again and Eugene’s demeanour quickly softened. She didn’t understand English, of course, she didn't, she was speaking French.

“C'est bon. Je ne te ferai pas de mal,” Eugene spoke again trying to reassure her he was no threat and this time the girl looked up at him, her eyes widening in disbelief.

“Tu parles français?” She asked, no longer looking as though she was about to fly out of the nearest open door.

“Je suis à moitié cajun. Toute ma famille parle français,” Eugene explained, glad that he was able to calm her down in her mother tongue. He could only imagine the horrors she had witnessed and then hiding in an abandoned house during the siege on Caretan too. He could only imagine.

“As-tu une famille? Que faites-vous ici?”

She shook her head and he wondered if he’d crossed the line by asking too much about her family.

“My family are all dead. I came here to be with my Aunt but the Germans had got to her first,” tears began to trickle silently down her cheeks again and Eugene felt himself reaching forward to place his hand on her shoulder, she didn’t pull away, instead leaning into his touch.

“I have no one left,” she muttered and now it was Eugene’s turn to look shocked.

“You speak English?”

“A little,” she admitted, “not a lot.”

Eugene couldn’t help but smile at her. She truly was pretty, her eyes striking against her pale skin, and despite the soot that covered her cheeks Eugene didn’t think he’d ever seen a girl so beautiful.

She moved a little and let out a small whimper which caused Eugene to lurch forward. “Are ya hurt?”

“No, I’m fine,” she lied, clutching her calf which was now smeared with blood, her other bloody hand raised against her chest protectively.

“What happened to ya?” Eugene asked, digging into his musette bag and pulling out a sachet of sulfa powder and a bandage. He didn’t hesitate to wrap the bandage around her thigh, pushing her dress out of the way without a second thought. She was a patient, so why should he treat her any differently, although his growing red in response told a different story.

“Tu es très doux,” the girl mused, watching as Eugene’s hands worked quickly, wrapping her leg securely. Eugene hummed in amusement, no one had ever told him he was gentle before, certainly none of the other paratroopers. “It’s true,” she repeated and giggled as Eugene’s cheeks blushed a deeper shade of red. He quickly moved on, bounding her hand, avoiding her eye contact as she watched him work.

“You should be all set,” Eugene leaned back on his feet. “Can ya try and keep off it for a few days at least?”

“I can try but I’m trying to get to a family friend's house. It’s only a few miles down the road. I’m hoping they will take me in,” she looked down at her scuffed shoes, unable to face the truth that she really was alone now.

“How about we give ya a lift? We got plenty of trucks. I can ask the Lieutenant,” Eugene added hurriedly, he didn’t know why but he desperately wanted to help this girl and yet he didn’t even know her name.

The girl just nodded, watching as Eugene stood and hurried away.

A few days later Eugene found himself passing by the quaint town they had dropped the injured girl off to. He was busying himself in an abandoned barn patching up one of the young Private's shoulders. The boy was whining and moaning at the mere flesh wound and Eugene found himself losing patience with him.

“Will ya just stay still?” Eugene grumbled, pushing his elbow firmly into the boy to steady him. The boy continued to complain but Eugene ignored him, too caught up in his work. The other paratroopers often commented on how he generally focused on the wound instead of the patient, of course, he offered words of comfort when required but he felt the attachment unnecessary. Eugene had never intended to be a medic, it was thrust upon him during training and so he had embraced his calling. He would hold the lives of his fellow paratroopers in his hands, thus denying him the ability to become attached, because if he became attached, became their friends, their brothers, well it would make it all the harder when he lost them.

A muffled voice behind him caused Eugene to turn, seeing the familiar figure in the doorway. He dismissed the private, instructing him to rest as much as possible. He whipped his hands in the spare cloth he carried, “How’s da leg?”

“It is okay. I try to rest it when I can,” she smiled at him and Eugene found his heart beating a little faster.

“Good. That’s good. How’s da hand?”

“It is good too,” she laughed, limping across the barn towards him with a basket tucked under her arm. “I was looking for you. I wanted to thank you for the other day, for your kindness.”

“Please, there ain’t no need. It’s ma job,” Eugene protested but the girl silenced him, placing her fingers to his lips.

“No, your job is to look after the soldiers, looking after me was an act of kindness.”

Eugene blushed, his eyes going cross-eyed as he watched the placement of her finger on his lips.

“Thank you,” she quickly removed his finger and pecked his lips. It was barely a kiss, his mind barely registering the action before it was over. The blush covering their cheeks and the smile on both their lips meant everything.

“I also bought you some food, it’s not a lot but you can share it with your friends if you wish,” she passed the basket towards him and Eugene gratefully accepted.

“Your kindness is too much Ma’am, how will I ever repay ya?”

“You saved my life, it is I who should be in your debt,” she replied, a delighted smile playing at her lips, as Eugene thought of a reply.

“Well, what about if I write to ya and umm… you can write to me too if you’d like,” Eugene watched nervously as the girl thought over his proposition.

“Oui. I would like this very much,” she grinned at him, before throwing her arms around his neck. “And maybe after the war is over you will come back, back here to see me again?”

“Of course, if you’ll wait for me.”

“I will wait for you,” she replied adamantly, nodding her head and Eugene felt himself smiling again. He’d never felt this way before about anyone but this girl he’d stumbled upon seemed to change that and he didn’t want her to leave.

“Wait! Ma’am, I don’t even know ya name. Will ya at least tell me that?”

She smiled at him mischievously before replying, “Write to me first American Boy, then I know you are true to your word. Then you may have my name.”

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#eugene roe x reader #eugene roe #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers #easy company

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smicksstuff · 9 months

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The Pitbox Crew Series

masterlist

Maple Syrup & Surprises

(lancestroll x yngasly)(f1 drivers x yngasly)

warnings: none

18 June 2023

yngasly

Montreal

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yngasly Lets go racing in Canada !!! 🇨🇦

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lancestroll when did you even take all these pictures ???

yngasly its a secret 🤫 i have more actually

pierregasly ❤️🔥

lancestrollarmy yn out here giving pure content !

lancelot this is what i live for

landonorris when are the night pics dropping

pierregasly yes i want those pics yngasly🤷🏼‍♀️ landonorris cmon they were nice charles_leclerc cmon you have to post them so i can post mine! carlossainz55 post it ! post it! f1girlies im so so interested to know what happened yngaslyfans pls i have my notifications on for the posts danielricciardo if you dont i will dannyric3 OMG SOMEONE LETS US IN ON THE TEA

astonmartinf1 we love you yn!! 💚💚💚

lancestroll hey she is my girl astonmartinf1 you mean she is OUR girl lancestroll 😤😤 fernandoalo_oficial at least im her favourite Spanish AM driver 🇪🇸 lancestroll im her favourite driver overall carlossainzfans ummmm i think you shld recheck that liked by yngasly, carlossainz55 and 463 others astonmartini not fernando joining in f1fans he had to specify the AM cause he knew carlos existed yngasly hey hey dont fight over me!

mickschumacher its an imposter in the mercedes garage 🫤

mercedesamgf1 its just yn its all clear yngasly hehe love it ! i can disturb mick anytime now 🙌🏽 georgerussell63 we are going to have a blindfold for you when you come again so that you dont snitch yngasly do that and i will steal carmen for the whole summer carmenmmundt where we going babe ✈️ georgerussell63 i was kidding. i take it back. and excuse me @/carmenmmundt wdym "where are we going?" carmenmmundt its yn, she is my baby yngasly 🥹🥹🥹 mercbuddies not yn pulling carmen and the mercedes team too f1wags girl is powerful

19 June 2023

lancestroll

Montreal

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lancestroll about last night ... joyeux anniversaire ma belle ❤️🎉

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yngasly je t'aime mi amor ❤️

pierregasly this is what we have been waiting for !!! happy birthday my little sister ❤️‍🔥

yngaslyfans OMG ITS HER BIRTHDAY !!!

yngaslyfc this is so cute f1wags i heard it was a surprise birthday yngaslyfans that is even cuter

estebanocon happy birthday mon amie! hope you loved it! 🤩

yngasly eventhough i hate surprises i particularly loved this one! 😍 estebanocon thank god lance was gonna warn you in the car but pierre talked him out of it mickschumacher hey i talked him out of it too francisca.cgomes it was almost busted when lando kept asking what she was gonna wear to "dinner" landonorris i had to make sure bestie here didnt come in sweatpants and a jacket francisca.cgomes thats also true

carlossainzarmy omg i cant believe that she had a surprise birthday party by the f1 drivers.

f1fans tbf i even more surprised that the plan wasnt a bust cs55 thats even more true

scuderiagasly Everyday, i think i fall in love with Yn more and more. I like Lance too.

lancestrollfans can lance fight ? he better be able to fight 🤺 astonmartini they are match-made in heaven

pierregasly

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pierregasly Joyeux anniversaire à la meilleure petite sœur que l'on puisse demander ! J'adore t'avoir à mes côtés à travers tout ça ! Je t'aime ❤️

(translation: Happy birthday to the best little sister you could ask for! I love having you by my side through all this! I love you ❤️)

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yngasly merci, grand frère ! Je ne sais pas ce que je ferai sans toi ! Je t'aime ❤️ (translation: Thank you, big brother! I don't know what I'll do without you! I love you ❤️)

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yngaslyfans good lord they are so cute !!

gaslyfc im sorry but yn was a footballer? bc thats so cuteee !

yourbff best striker in our league baby! could have gone pro with those skills ! yngasly you are being to nice yourbff im merely stating facts. go search up psg academy our girl is there. gaslyfc OMG SHE IS !! TOP SCORER IN THE ACADEMY TOO! gaslyfc guys this gets so much cuter!! she played the number 10 and when she scored her first goal she dedicated it to pierre cause he trained with her all the time!! scuderiagasly 😭❤️

masonmount happy birthday yn!! 🎉 since when you play football too?

yngasly im a girl of many talents masonmount i see .... i need proof that you are that good 🤔 yngasly i'll take you on anyday Mount masonmount challenge accepted! yngasly whats in it for me tho? masonmount ill ask Marcus to get you tickets to match day at OT? ⚽️ yngasly you bet! tho even if i lose (which i will not) i still want to come to Old Trafford. masonmount i accept 🫱🏼‍🫲🏽 masonmountverse OMG ARE MY TWO WORLDS COLLIDING!

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Joyeux anniversaire, petite fille ! J'ai toujours voulu une petite sœur et je suis si heureuse que ce soit toi ! C'est pour créer des souvenirs inoubliables avec vous ! Je t'aime, coureur ❤️

(translation: Happy birthday, little girl! I've always wanted a little sister and I'm so happy that it's you! Here’s to creating unforgettable memories with you! I love you, racer ❤️)

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yngasly merci charlie !! ❤️

leclercfans “i love you racer” MY HEARTT 😭🫠

alexandrasaintmleux baby yn is so cute!! those cheeks 😍 happy birthday princess!! ❤️

yngasly thankyou alex !! ❤️

wagsf1 these two are too cute!! bet they were inseparable when they were hanging together

f1fans this is giving me tsitp vibes leclercfans charles is definitely a jeremiah

pascale.leclerc.355 my babies !! so proud of the women you have grown up to be! forever my little racer girl, love you my darling ❤️

yngasly love you too marraine ❤️❤️

yourbff (private)

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yourbff from the day we shared that chocolate cake during snack break, i knew you were gonna be my bestfriend for life! im so so happy to have you as my better half! happy birthday to the best girl on the planet!! i love you to the moon and back ❤️🚀

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yngasly i love you too bestie!! we need to have our choco cake date again!

yourbff when we go back to the UK we can do it! yngasly its a date! pierregasly we just had chocolate cake last night!? yngasly this is different. this is mamans receipe. we have it all the time yourbff yes this is the best chocolate cake ever. yn you have to call your mum to come to UK! yngasly already did! she will be there pierregasly when exactly is this happening ? last time i checked we shared an apartment yngasly british gp? then maman and (yourbffname) can come too!! pierregasly alright! but you are cleaning the apartment after your baking... yngasly 😠😠😠

lilymhe

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lilymhe happy birthday to the best wifey in the world ! love you babes ❤️🎉

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yngasly love you baby !! ❤️

alex_albon whatisthisnonsense ? WIFE ?

lilymhe did you not see the ring she got me 💍 yngasly EXACTLY ALEX alex_albon @/lancestroll come get your girl, she is stealing mine landonorris ATTENZIONE PICKPOCKET!!!! alex_albon ��🤦🏼‍♂️ lancestroll mate i am not getting between those two. lilymhe @/lancestroll smart guy. i approve.

lilyfc yn and lily are literal queens of the paddock! i love them so much 👑

yngaslyfc slay queens !! hammertime if i ever get paddock passes, i am going for them f1paddocksquad SAME BESTIE! SAME!

yngasly

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yngasly so i turned 24 with some of the best people in the world! ❤️‍🔥

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lancestroll ❤️❤️❤️

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sebastianvettel Happy Birthday Kiddo! I will see you again soon!!

yngasly thank you seb!! see you soon :)

landonorris damn baby gasly is old now 😳

yngasly woah where is this coming from landonorris i mean are you not old? yngasly i am not carlossainz55 girls you are the same age 🙄 cs55 not carlos calling them out HAHAHA

pierregasly i think we can all agree that we definitely pulled off this surprise 🤩

charles_leclerc definitely but im never doing this again! its too much work alex_albon i have never texted so many people in my life georgerussell63 it was one group chat and her bestfriend alex_albon still.... that one group chat kept asking the stupidest questions danielricciardo asking for what presents to buy is not stupid. the girl only loves legos, harry styles, racing cars and football danielricciardo there is not much to work with alex_albon fair. but asking for fit checks is stupid, just wear clothes danielricciardo thats all lando f14lifers this is one chaotic group chat

masonmount happy birthday! hope you liked your gift!! 🎁

yngasly i freaking love it ! ❤️ pierregasly what did you get? i had to bring that huge box from spain to canada yngasly its a lego of old trafford pierregasly oh my lord ! thats actually cool yngasly hehe guess who is helping me bring it back pierregasly leave at your boyfriends house. he can bring it back lancestroll no no its her present she can bring it back yngasly but arent you gonna help me build it lancestroll ofcourse but in london, so you have to bring it back yngasly ☹️☹️☹️

benchillwell happy birthday yn !! hope to see you at a match soon!

yngasly sure thing ! 🤩

noahschnapp happy birthday bestiee 🤍

yngasly thanks bestie 🤍

florencepugh happy birthday girlie! hope you had an amazing day! ❤️🥳

yngasly thank you floflo 😍

charlottesine happy birthday babygirl! ❤️

yngasly thanks babe ❤️

isahernaez happy birthday babes! see you in london soon!

yngasly see you soon babes ❤️

yngaslyfc is it me or is seb at her birthday party?

scuderiagasly omg i think it is him f1fans girl had the ultimate f1 birthday party gaslyfc WHEN WILL IT BE ME!!! f1paddockcsquad this has got to be the birthday of the year!

scottyjames31 happy birthday gasgas!! hope you loved the party! you should be proud i didnt spoil the surprise on accident

yngasly thank you scotty !! im proud you actually can keep a secret

on instagram stories .....

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credits: all pictures found on pinterest and instagram.

a/n: thank you for reading this far!! if you have any suggestions send them to me! i would love to include them in the next chapter!!

if you would like to be tagged in the next chapters, comment down your username below 👇😙

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lz-didyounotice · 2 months

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The girl with a thousand faces : Part 1

Hey guys! hum warning, this is my first fanfiction on Doctor Who. I wrote this one with the tenth doctor in mind. English is not my primary language, so please be indulgent. This fic will be in two or three parts depending on what the general reaction will be :0 So hum yeah. Also in the first chapter, you're given a certain name, but it will not be definitive.

Froggit-

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Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

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Your destiny wasn’t what you could call “normal”. For a human at least.

Playing, studying, going to college, finding a job, having a family, and growing old, could be called a winning ticket. You, on the other hand, had to deal with something else for as long as you could remember.

Remembering. Here was something you were good at, something you had done for dozens of years without even understanding why it was happening. All those faces, all those lives you had to leave behind you. A single heart that had to grow again and again, without knowing where it would end up next, what language it would speak, what future it would be.

A miracle some would call it. To you, it was purely a curse. The process of dying, being conceived again, growing up, and remembering your past lives, was getting tiring as the years came by. But here you were once again. And this time, your death had been quite special. Never would you have imagined dying to free a city.

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Paris was beautiful, it was true. But too many people lived there for it to be breathable. Summer was a pain in the ass, having no air circulating between buildings, and the cramped space of the streets, making the temperature grow higher each passing day. It wasn’t bearable. Breathing wasn’t easy, and there was as much that water could solve.

Today was one of those days. Waking up to windows covered in craft paper to reduce the heat coming in the house, the rod from your old shutters, still in a corner of your room waiting to be saved. A kitchen, a little too small for even one person, and a pan to heat the water. A simple life in a busy city.

The bus had taken its sweet time to arrive, making you late for work. As soon as you entered the small café, you were in for quite a lot.

“Oh! Louise te voilà enfin! t’as presque une demie heure de retard, Naeva te cherche partout. J’ai mis ton uniforme dans l’arrière boutique

oh! Louise! here you are, you’re practically Half an hour late, Naeva was searching for you. I put your uniform in the back

-Ah! Merci beaucoup Fély! je ne sais pas ce que je ferais sans toi. Désolée pour le retard, mon bus a encore été dévié.

Ah! Thanks a lot, Fély! I don’t know what I would do without you! Sorry for being late, my bus took another route again.

-C’est pas à moi qui faut dire ça, allez dépêches toi, on ouvre dans 5 minutes.”

I’m not the one you should tell this, and hurry up, we open in 5 min.

With a big smile, you walked by the kitchen to finally get dressed in your work attire.

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Working wasn’t a passion. Making drinks had become mechanical long before even entering this café. Made it more of a chore to keep a place to live.

Even with the knowledge of a thousand years, you had stayed here, certain that something special would happen in this life. This “something special” came with the name of John Smith. A beautiful man in a striped suit, bearing a gorgeous smile. Never would you have guessed that this man could bring so much trouble with him.

You were happy to have learned how to regain your memory faster. And practicing sports did wonders. But Running from potato-headed soldiers wasn’t how you imagined your Monday to go. Their guns secured in hand while they tried to shoot you and the man beside you.

Somehow, you managed to get shot in the side. Sure it hurt like a bitch, but it wasn’t your first rodeo with this kind of injury.

Making a new turn, the two of you had entered a small building. As soon as the door was closed, you heard a weird vibrating sound and saw “John” hunched over the door lock.

“It should last us a bit before they can get us.

-Who the heck are you ?! You seem to know an awful lot about what those are.

-I’m the Doctor.

-The Doctor? What kind of doctor runs from bald potato soldiers?

-I could ask you the same. And you were also shot. Do you think you can still help?

- I might die either way. Let me be useful….”

“ So… what is the plan? “

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The Sontarans had tried to sneak a bomb on Earth. Similarly to a mine, someone had to walk on it for it to detonate. In this case, only a human could make it explode. The bomb was still on their ship, and the Doctor had found their teleporter.

The safe was easy to find, but to take down the fleet, the bomb had to be activated.

“Doctor, I know it’s not the best option, but I'm the only one here able to make the ship go down. I’m already injured so it wouldn't be a big loss. You'll probably find me again in another life anyway. You, on the other hand, I’m not entirely sure.

-What do you mean another life ?! You're not dying, not on my watch…!”

The brunette seemed stressed. You knew he was trying to hide it, but you had too much time in your life to know what was going on in his head.

“You know what? Can I promise you something?

-I don’t think I quite follow but go ahead.

-I promise you, I'll always come back. No matter what. Might take a few human years but I'll always be back. No matter the life. “

The doctor seemed surprised. Humans surely made shallow promises in the hope of making things better, and to make others less guilty. But the sincerity of your voice made him believe it, and it scared him.

“Who are you, Louise....?”

All you gave him was a small smile before picking yourself up, blood still spreading on your shirt despite having transformed your apron into a temporary bandage. Only three digits were necessary to open the door. Your hand on the lock, the door slides open, and the monstrosity you had before your eyes made you want to throw up. You knew of the pain that was going to go through you. It wasn’t your first death by a bomb, but the last blasted your brain in tranches below the surface.

The bomb looked like a normal sewer lid, it would have been easy for a citizen to mistake it for a normal one. Checking Behind you, you had hoped to see the face of the doctor one last time before taking a step.

His eyes held sorrow, convinced that he had to make something else work. In comparison yours held hope, knowing that it wouldn’t be your end. But as red lights came into existence, he had to run. His eyes turned as he ran away to get to safety.

Once you knew he was far enough, as your foot barely touched the bomb, you felt your skin burn like a thousand suns. It was almost welcoming.

Darkness took over, letting you sink into the unknown.

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Has you opened your eyes again, all you could see was the face of a beautiful woman. A halo was drawn on top of her head, as she whispered a sweet lullaby.

making gurgling noises, you finally reached for her nose, desperate to touch something again. And all you saw was her smile as she put her head against yours. Your name fell beautifully from her lips.

“Welcome to the world… Y/N Noble…”

#doctor who x reader #10th doctor x reader #tenth doctor x reader #the doctor x reader #donna noble x reader #noble family x reader #doctor who x imortal reader #sontarans #doctor who

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thebearchives · 2 years

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A8 and D2 for Pierre gasly from the kisses for 500 celebration. Please :)

pairing: pierre gasly x reader

prompts: kissing to shut them up + neck grabbing during kisses

warnings: mentions of a car crash (minor) and death (implied)

a/n: this was a little angsty, my bad :))) hope u enjoy nonetheless

the air inside the small room was tense. pierre sat on his bed, watching you as you stood as far away from him as you could, your shoulders shaking with every breath you took. you were upset— no, angry.

“amour,” pierre sighed, hands tugging at his hair, “i don’t get it, why are you upset? i’m here, aren’t i? and i finished in the points, so really, nothing about this race should be making you as upset as it is.”

“nothing?” you scoffed, “are you fucking kidding me, pierre?”

pierre leaned forward, “no, i’m not ‘fucking kidding’ you. what did i do?”

you let out a humourless laugh, “pierre, i watched you crash your fucking car today.”

pierre stood up, moving to step closer to you. he stopped when he saw you raise your hands up and away from his approaching figure. he frowned, “but nothing happened, i still finished the race.”

“how can you just,” you shook your head, “just say that? like it’s no big deal?”

“because it’s not a big deal!” pierre threw his hands up in the air, “you knew this was what i signed up for when i got this job. this was what you signed up for when you agreed to date me. why is it bothering you now?”

the heels of your palms came up to press against your eyes, you willed yourself not to cry, “because i thought you died!”

pierre felt his heart stutter. suddenly, it was harder to talk, to think, to focus on anything but you as you pinched the bridge of your nose to stop your tears from falling. he sucked in a deep breath, chills making their way up his spine.

you stared at him, distraught, biting your lip to stop yourself from letting out a sob. you sniffed, “you didn’t respond, you know?”

pierre’s eyes stare at your hands, wringing around as you tried to think of the words to speak. you were anxious, scared. pierre wanted to reach out and grab them.

“you were quiet,” you clenched your hands together, “so quiet. i thought you were gone. you had just crashed, and it didn’t look too bad, but you didn’t say anything, and so i th—”

your words were cut off by the feeling of pierre’s hand— his cold hand— slipping around your neck and pulling you close. his lips covered yours, hard, as if to prove to you that he was real, that he was there.

your hands frantically made their way to his chest, curling his shirt into your fists as you pulled him closer. you hadn’t realized it until now just how much you needed to be around him. how you needed to be held by him.

pierre pushed against you, you took a step back, crashing into the door behind you. you didn’t care, and neither did pierre as his other hand came to frame your face, tilting your head up to deepen the kiss.

he pulled back first, lips hovering so close to yours that if you tilted your head down even slightly, your lips would touch again. his heavy breaths mixed with your, eyes hooded as he looked at you.

his hand slipped up from your neck, joining the other on your face. he rubbed at the tear tracks on your cheeks, “look at me.”

you kept your eyes closed, unwilling to come back to reality. pierre was certain he would’ve missed the slight shake of your head had your lips not grazed against his once more.

“regardez-moi,” he was more firm with his words this time. look at me.

you opened your eyes, meeting his blue ones instantly. pierre felt his heart crack, the sadness and fear in your eyes so apparent. he felt horrible that he hadn’t realized why you were angry earlier.

he caressed your cheek with his thumb, “je suis là. je ne peux pas promettre que je serai toujours là,” he squeezed your cheeks lightly when you took a shaky breath, “mais je ferai tout mon possible pour revenir vers toi, d'accord?” i'm here. i can't promise i'll always be here, but i will try my absolute hardest to come back to you, okay?

“ne me quitte pas,” your voice was quiet, a stark difference from how it had been just moments ago, “please.” don’t leave me.

“je n'en rêverais pas,” pierre moved forward slightly, stopping right before his lips pressed against yours completely, “je suis entièrement à toi.” i wouldn’t dream of it. i am yours entirely.

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loudeluxe · 2 months

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Halooo !!

FR: Jour 3 de Sketch et croquis randoms. Oui encore du TMNT de 2003, je crois que j’ai une nouvelle hyperfixation c’est pas ce que je voulais xD oh well, c’est pas du grave :)) DONC ! Potit Leo des familles ! Je sais pas si je ferais les autres on verra ^^

ENG: Day 3 of random Sketches and Doodles. Yes I know it’s 2003 TMNT again, I think it’s a new hyperfixation and that’s not what I wanted xD oh well, it’s not a big deal :)) SO ! Little Leo ! I don’t know if I will do the others we’ll see ^^

(Couldn’t find good quotes… oupsies…)

#art #draw #tmnt sketch #tmnt fanart #tmnt leonardo #tmnt 2003 #illustration #uhhh #yeah #I don’t know if I’ll do more #it’s really random

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smashlovesscream · 3 months

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[Writing on my laptop, bare with me]

Stu and Billy laying in Billys room together, right after Nancy leaves. They're in quiet silence, Billy gripping a note in his hand.

Stu hasn't seen it yet, and Billy won't say what's in it. All Stu knows is, whatever it is, affects Billy alot. Stu's never heard Billy crying, and definitely hasn't had Billy call him while crying. So, he can only assume the worst.

They stay like that, for what feels like hours, before Billy finally breathes out slowly, as calmly as he can before whispering, "Elle nous a quitté.." As quietly as he can.

Stu hears it easily, seeing as he's right by him. And he carefully pieces the words together. He knows Elle means she, and he knows quitté means to quit. He vaguely remembers that Nous means Us-

"Nancy left..?" He asks quietly, shifting a little.

Billy nods, and passes over the note he's been gripping tightly in his hands. Stu carefully takes it, lightly touching over Billys hand before reading the note.

It's just a simply "I'm sorry son, don't hate me."

Looking at it, Stu feels sick. He knew about Prescott messing with Hank, but he didn't't know that Nancy knew- and by the looks of it, Billy didn't expect her to leave. There's no number, nothing about where she would be- nothing.

He tosses the paper to the ground, bringing Billy closer against him. "I'm sorry Bills.."

Billy is quiet again, before he's shifting, turning over to look at Stu.

"Tu ferais mieux de ne pas me quitter non plus. Je suis sérieux. Ne pars jamais, putain." [You better not leave me either. I'm serious. Don’t ever fucking leave.]

Stu has no idea what Billy just said, besides the fact he said a curse word- that makes him smile a Little. Stu can tell by the darkness in his eyes and the tone of voice that Billy is being deadly again, always the most serious.

"If you're telling me to stay- then duh. I'm always here to stay. Immer, Liebling."

GCDJFGFGGHGG AAAAHHHHHH

WHIMPER

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

UGH OUGH SHDJD

sudden fall to the ground due to cardiac arrest

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xbalayage · 7 months

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A Gentle Love

Chevalier/Reader

Fluff

A small ficlet for @aquagirl1978 :3

A gentle touch, a simple caress lasted a lifetime as your head rests silently on his chest; long slender fingers comb in slow motions through your hair as his steady heartbeat continues to keep you lulled in a state of rest. Not once before you had Chevalier craved such innocent intimacy or even gave the thought that he was deserving of such tenderness. You looked as beautiful as a painting in his arms with the morning sun enhancing your features, yet as fragile as glass that the tips of his hardened hands would only shatter with too much pressure. He moves his hand down to your shoulder, continuing his almost ghost-like traces on your upper arm. Waking you was the last thing on his mind and he couldn't help a small chuckle to escape past his lips, the tiny little smile he shows to only you blessed past behind the fog that once clouded his mind. Smiling was still a bit foreign to him and yet, so natural on his face when you're with him. He bared his heart exposed on his sleeve for you, knowing at any given moment he could bleed out roses and die by your hand; yet, you'd kiss them softly, urgently. The world may be an endless winter to him but spring radiates from your lips, the warmth of your love thawing a heart once frozen in time, shrouded in ice. Who knew a love like this could exist outside of a storybook? Nothing could interrupt this scene of tranquility for him; the morning had long been forgotten. His once unnerving stare now filled with the gaze of a gentle tiger in love watched your sleeping body in admiration, you looked so peaceful when you slept. Like fear didn't exist in your mind when you were with him - nothing could touch you, nothing could break you. His other hand shifted off the bed to where a small rose lay and he grabs it, tucking it just behind your ear. Ah, just as he thought, it suits you beautifully. A rose by an other name would smell as sweet -- what light through yonder window breaks? It was the east.. and you were the sun. His smile moved to kiss the top of your head in long pecks, looking only once towards the window before he shifted his hold tighter on your body, relaxing to the steady sounds of your breathing; his eyes finally closed to savor this moment with you. 'L’amour est la poésie des sens. Qu’est-ce que je ferais sans toi?' was the last thought to pass his mind before the unrest in his eyes helped him back into a comfortable sleep.

taglist; @nightghoul381, @yvelk, @celiciaa, @drachonia

#chevalier michel #chevalier #ikepri chevalier #ikemen prince chevalier #ikepri #ikemen prince #ikepri fanfic #ikemen prince fanfic #fics.#my fics.#first time writing chev.... i hope it's decent ;u;#aquagirl1978

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rockofeye · 5 days

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Ogou, a project finally finished, and upcoming possibilities!

The calendar has gotten ahead of me, and here we are again on a jou fet/feast day for Ogou. It's been quiet around these parts for a minute (more on that below..), and it feels like that kind of timing that puts you in exactly the right place at the right moment. Funny how divine providence works.

If you've hung around for a minute, you know the story I'm going to tell. Maybe I sound like an old person who walked barefoot up a hill in three feet of snow to go to school, but it's something that stuck with me and it's something that really did change my life.

Today is St. George's feast day, which is a day given to at least one Ogou for most if not all vodouizan; it's probably one of few overarching pieces of sameness that you can find country-wide in Haiti. Ogou is central to Vodou; it was Ogou Feray and Ogou Je Wouj who sprang up during Bwa Kayiman and who stoked the revolutionary spark that made the first free Black republic a reality. He is probably more central than he is given credit for; he is certainly overlooked at times in favor of others.

I've had the grace to not be able to overlook Ogou. He made sure of that when he (among others) brought me to my spiritual mother and the lineage named after nasyon Nago, the family of Ogou.

He also made sure of that when I was careening down a very bumpy road towards kanzo. It was 8 years ago now (!!) that I was sitting in an apartment that I would end up abandoning not knowing how in the hell I was going to get everything in order for kanzo just a few months later. I didn't have the money, I didn't have the stuff I needed, I don't even think I had my passport at that point. I was in serious trouble, and I knew it.

So, I did what I could and sat and made a small service for Ogou. I bought what little I could put together, made it pretty, and presented it to him. In retrospect, it's kind of cute what I thought I knew and must have been like a small child presenting you with the product of their toils: the spiritual equivalent of a mud pie with dandelions stuck in it and a macaroni necklace.

But, I did it and I told Ogou that I knew I had made a promise, I knew that I was in trouble, and that I would do whatever he told me if it got me into the djevo. I lit the match and gave it to him, he set the fire and burned my life down.

Within two weeks, I abandoned the apartment I had and packed my car to make a couple of trips into Boston to live in a teeny tiny rented room that was close to my job that Ogou would direct me to quit. I sold my car, any possessions I had that were worth money, and took my stacked vacation time money from the job I quit, all while working up until a few days before I needed to fly to Haiti and hustling at night with whatever side gigs I could find. I bought my flights to/from Haiti before I prepared anything else or even had the money I needed in my hands because I figured that it would be pretty awkward if I had to fly to Haiti and just...hang out when I had been planning to kanzo all along.

It looked like things were going to work out. I was barely sleeping, but the money was coming in and I had the things I needed to go to Haiti with....but what would things be without a last minute twist?

Two days before I left for Haiti, I found out that the way my rent was going to be paid while I was in Haiti fell through. So, I spent two days moving what I could into a friend's basement and abandoned the rest of my belongings, again. I had some boxes, a couple bags of clothes, my suitcase to go to Haiti with...and that's it. Everything else was gone, and I found myself in an airport unsure of where I was going when I got back.

I made it to Haiti after delayed and canceled flights and some crying in a corner, and the rest is history. Ogou (and all my lwa) held me up during the process, and held me up afterwards while he helped me rebuild the life I gave him to burn down. Literally everything I have now descends from the hands of Ogou and my lwa. Career and professional success, home, relationship, spiritual opportunities...all of it down to the last little piece. Nothing is without his/their influence, and my life has become worth living because of it. He saved me, and it all really started on this day 8 years ago. It's been a wild ride the last 12 years with the lwa, and I genuinely couldn't ask for anything better.

'Gratitude' is not a sufficient word because it cannot encompass how I hold all these things inside of me. It is beyond language and verbalization, and when I find myself in front of Ogou and wanting to thank him yet again for all that he has done for me, words are insufficient. I look at him kind of despairing to explain, and he just nods. He knows.

And here I am. Like I said, a wild ride. I looked at a calendar the other day and it really has been 12 years since I got dropkicked into Vodou. So much has happened and so much is to happen and to become. I am not yet the reflection of what I believe the lwa want for me, but I do believe I am climbing closer each day.

I've been pretty occupied in the last year with big stuff; I wrote previously about the completion of my husband's immigration process FINALLY which has him in the US with me permanently (and back and forth to Haiti as life allows). After that, a rather large project occupied most of my time/energy.

Details about that and upcoming stuff behind the cut.

I keep a lot of things close to my heart and am careful about what I write about here, both for practical and esoteric reasons. I strive to be transparent and vulnerable in healthy ways, and yet maintain some semblance of privacy, especially for those closest to me, like my husband.

But we did a thing and it's such a big thing that it deserves a mention in the place where I have detailed some of the most important bits of my life. Presenting our first collaborative effort:

Bondye, all the lwa, and the power of our collective ancestors gave us the opportunity to bring this soul and newest ancestor into being. We are happy to have our little potato with us. This is what has kept me so quiet here; pregnancy is not for the weak and it was a ride I, your friendly neighborhood gender non-conforming houngan, never thought I would take....and yet life with the lwa brings new twists and turns and beautiful gifts. I was deadset on never having children of my own, and here I am with a little potato.

This has opened a wide new world for me and boy have the lwa had a lot to say before and after the potato arrived. They are a tiny pitit Ginen and the lwa have been clear that we can never forget that.

So...there's that. It's funny, but being the caretaker of a potato that the lwa are deeply invested in brings me back to why this blog was started in the first place: I was having experiences that I did not see reflected anywhere, so I decided to write it all down.

I am not the first parent in the world, of course, and absolutely not the first vodouizan to bring forth a child...but again I don't find anyone else with my particular constellation of experiences having a similar experience. This time, at least, I have plenty of people to call and chat with when I have questions about the intersection of Vodou and the potato.

I expect some of it will make it here and some won't. My rule about writing about people that are close to me is that they get to consent about what details I share. When I write about my (human) husband, I share it with him before it posts. As the potato has not yet developed the capacity for consent, what is presented about them will be limited. Their face won't make it onto Tumblr or any other platform or social media I write on, and personal details will remain as neutral as I can make them. If you are one of the folks who knows me in an offline kind of way, I'd ask you to respect that as well.

Other things:

Tomorrow, I will have a post about an upcoming opportunity to celebrate Kouzen. I had hoped to have something put together for his actual fet day on the 1st, but like November is given over to Gede, all of May is Kouzen's month. Look for details tomorrow.

By next week, I will be live on Medium. This will allow folks to get my long-form posts directly in their email or via the feeds they use elsewhere. My long-form posts will continue to be posted here, and I will continue to answer questions and interact with posts here.

Website is coming!

I am toying with launching some online educational opportunities and have some specific plans, but would also like to hear what folks are interested in having live educational opportunities on. I'll post separately about that as well.

My husband is launching his atelier, expect posts about what he has available as well!

So...how are you?

#vodou #haitian vodou #potato

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empiredesimparte · 9 months

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Napoléon V: It was wonderful, diving overseas is incomparable with my dives in mainland Francesim Charlotte: It's true, it was very beautiful. Although all this equipment makes me a little uncomfortable

Napoléon V: You're not a mermaid yet, darling Charlotte: Yet? As a child, I imagined I was. Like many little girls Napoléon V: I'm glad you enjoyed diving, I was a bit worried

Charlotte: I don't think I'll dive anywhere other than Bora-Bora, we'll have to come back… Napoléon V: I promise

Charlotte: It would make a great family vacation spot in the summer, don't you think? Napoléon V: I agree, maybe we could buy a property here

Charlotte: Would you? Napoléon V: Yes, of course, I'd love to!

Napoléon V: A beautiful villa on the island, which would remind us of our honeymoon. And we could do lots of activities with the children here Charlotte: I'm thinking the same thing

Charlotte (sighs): I'm aching all over. I hope I didn't hurt the baby Napoléon V: I hadn't thought about it, but it's true that diving can be inadvisable for pregnant women. How are you feeling? Charlotte: I'm tired Napoléon V: Settle in, we'll go back to the villa for a rest

⚜ Le Cabinet Noir | Honeymoon at Bora-Bora, 6 Messidor An 230

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Napoléon V and his wife discuss their diving experience in Polynesian waters. Delighted with their stay, the couple are thinking of buying a property on the island. After the dive, Charlotte is very tired and worried about her baby.

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Napoléon V et son épouse discutent de leur expérience de plongée dans les eaux polynésiennes. Ravis de leur séjour, le couple pense acheter une propriété sur l'île. Après la plongée, Charlotte est très fatiguée et inquiète vis-à-vis de son bébé.

Napoléon V : C'était merveilleux, la plongée en outre-mer est incomparable avec mes plongées en Francesim métropolitaine Charlotte : C'est vrai, c'était très beau. Bien que tout ce matériel me mette un peu mal à l'aise

Napoléon V : Tu n'es pas encore une sirène, chérie Charlotte : Enfant, je me figurais l'être. Comme beaucoup de petites filles Napoléon V : Je suis content que tu aies apprécié la plongée, j'avais quelques craintes

Charlotte : Je ne pense pas plonger ailleurs qu'à Bora-Bora, il nous faudra revenir Napoléon V : Promis

Charlotte : Ca ferait un superbe lieu de vacances en famille l'été, tu ne crois pas ? Napoléon V : Je suis d'accord, nous pourrions peut-être acheter une propriété ici

Charlotte : Tu le ferais ? Napoléon V : Oui, bien sûr, cette perspective me plaît beaucoup

Napoléon V : Une belle villa sur l'île, qui nous rappellerait la lune de miel. Et nous pourrons faire beaucoup d'activités avec les enfants ici Charlotte : Je pense à la même chose

Charlotte (soupire) : J'ai mal partout. J'espère que je n'ai pas fait de mal au bébé Napoléon V : Je n'y ai pas pensé, c'est vrai que la plongée peut être déconseillée pour les femmes enceintes. Ca va ? Charlotte : Je suis fatiguée surtout Napoléon V : Installe toi, on va rentrer se reposer à la villa

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