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white boy SHOCKS grocery store customer by responding to his apologetic greeting at the register in SEMI-FLUENT FRENCH
#it was actually so fun for both of us i think#kora.txt#he was like uh uh desolée je parle francais uh (fumbling with his phone)#and i was like OH daccord moi aussi!! (VOUS PARLEZ FRANCAIS?) oui!!#and he was SO excited and delighted even tho im sure i wasnt great
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ousggh preview of some comms,,,
#jude jests 🃏#artists drawing gu//s all pressed up aganist them makes my brain go crazy bc hes probably...touch averse and starved uh...Oui-#i enjoy my wife so much rubs face aganist them#idgaf if its ooc dont be boring
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I love drawing Mistral not to mention the amazing brush I found on FireAlpaca
#mgr#metal gear rising#mgr mistral#oui oui#god she's so pretty#also the background is the lesbian flag#guess why#digital art#art#fanart#she's human in this i got a bit lazy#no way im drawing all the cybernetic stuff nuh uh
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THE FRENCH??? NOOOOOOO /j
#qsmp#this is a joke im v excited??? oui oui baguette ig.#holy fuck.#qsmp liveblog#quackity#quackity smp#i dont know uh. Any french creators so this will be fun :)))
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currently in france wondering if they really understand each other or if they're just pretending to in order to seem cool
#I've been studying this god forsaken language for the majority of my life AND I UNDERSTAND 2 WORDS EVERY 3 SENTENCES#ils me parlent et je dis oui oui merci pas de problème pas de ah uh oui oui bien sûr merci#et ça c'est seulement une manière pour dire que je n'ai compris rien mais j'ai trop de honte pour dire ça#i love you français mais why does your language have to be like this. mes amours pourquoi. (lisez: i have major stupidity)
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Meeting Their Future Kids With You
Summary: Vil/Idia/Crewel/Crowley/Malleus/Rook x gn! Reader. A child suddenly appears. And it seems to have a connection to you? Requested by @stygianoir
A/N: It's in my pinned post, and I've mentioned this in a couple posts, but if this is the first of my stuff you've read, I view NRC as an actual college, so reader here is 18+. If it makes you more comfy, imagine it as grad school age.
CW: spreading my asexual Malleus agenda, especially now that I've been spoiled for the fact that the dragon lays an egg and all it needs is love to hatch. ASEXUAL MALLEUS CAN NOW BE CANON Y'ALL!!!! Anyways...his kid is the only one with physical descriptors, so do with that what you will 😅
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Something was wrong. There was a presence at Ramshackle that shouldn't be there. Could it be? Could someone be trying to steal you from him? No! He had only just started courting you! It wasn't fair.
He poofed into your sitting room and froze.
You were snuggling what looked like…a small version of him?
You looked up and your jaw dropped.
"Wait, I thought this was you!" You looked back down at the kid who giggled and made grabby hands at Malleus.
"Daddy!"
Ah! Yes, he understood now. Draconia genes were strong. This child clearly was barely old enough to even hold a human form, it was not out of the realm of possibility that it had accidentally used a time travel spell. Perhaps that was even the child's unique magic.
He walked over to the child in your arms, scooped it up, and gave it a soft kiss between the two tiny horns emerging from their head.
"It's wonderful to see you, but it's time to go home, little one."
The child nodded sagely and vanished in a puff of green smoke. You looked at him in complete confusion, but he simply laughed, repeating his kiss, but this time to your forehead.
He knew you were his soulmate.
He knew with a single glance. The familiarity the twin girls before him held in their gazes, the way they carried themselves, the hats on their heads. Everything screamed his influence.
And though that didn't make any sense, Rook knew his eye and his instincts were never wrong.
But there was something about the girls that was distinctly…..
"Rook! Hi- aw shit, please tell me you didn't kidnap some kids!"
So distinctly you.
The two girls shared what, to anyone but Rook, would seem like an unsettling smile as you approached the silent scene.
"Non non, they are just passing through, oui, petites fleur's?"
"Oui," they said simultaneously, grinning at you, their eyes taking in your every facial twitch.
"Uh, okay? Relatives of yours?"
"One could say that."
All three of them laughed, leaving you confused and a little frightened.
It was a normal day like any other. Searching for Epel who had once again fled his lessons.
And he had found him in the worst possible place. A mud pile with an already very muddy teenage girl.
Epel splashed the girl with a childish giggle, and she laughed hysterically.
"Papa was right, you were crazy!" She giggled making a mud ball and throwing it at him.
He dodged and it hit Vil.
"Ah shit," she whispered under her breath. But after a second of reflection, she grinned. "Wait, why am I scared? You're not the boss of me."
Vil glared, and she suddenly looked apologetic again.
Both Epel and the girl stared at the ground, completely avoiding eye contact.
"What school are you from?" Vil snapped at the girl.
She snickered but said nothing.
"Who do I report you to?"
She laughed louder. "Nah, I don't have to tell you shit."
"Language," he snapped, and tears filled her eyes.
"It was all uncle Epel's fault. I told him I didn't want to play in the mud, but he made me do it!"
"You absolute rat!" Epel shouted, picking up some mud and preparing to throw it.
Vil cast a quick spell, freezing both of you in place. He stormed over and snatched each of your wrists, preparing to storm off with the two trouble makers in tow, when he saw the shimmering gold bracelet on your wrist. Engraved on it was L/N-Schoenheit.
He stared for a moment, then groaned.
"Epel, remind me to never let you around my future child."
"He's my godfather," the girl grinned impishly, and Vil felt a part of himself die.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for my dad. You look like you could be related to him."
Idia knew he shouldn't have left his room today. All he wanted was a snack, and to maybe see you if you happened to not be in a class right now, and now this extroverted teenager was asking about his dad.
What the absolute fuck?
He quickly pulled out his ipad, typing something about how anyone related to him wasn't worth finding, when the twerp yanked the iPad out of his hands.
"Nevermind, I figured it out," the kid snorted. "Hi dad!"
Idia started stuttering. Not only was this twerp an extroverted teen who stole his iPad, he was also insane.
"Nah, nah, not today, not today…" Idia started muttering under his breath.
The kid rolled his eyes.
"Forgot about this part. Guess they really did change you for the better," he started typing something on his watch, and a hologram popped up, showing the kid, you, and Idia…? Your and Idia's faces were a bit more lined than they were right now but….it was definitely you.
He stared at the hologram, his hair turning a bright red.
"Oh! Hey Idia!" Your voice called from behind him.
He turned and waved to you shyly, then turned back to the teen. But he was gone.
And the damn boy stole his iPad.
If his hair wasn't already dyed, those two freshmen would have given him gray hair by now.
Once again, they'd made a potion explode in his classroom. And once again, the fallout would be a pain to clean up.
Where you had once sat was a small child. A small child who was looking at him expectantly.
"Well?" She asked.
At first he had assumed this small child was your child form. But no. She looked nothing like you. Though, she did have a similar glint in her eye.
"Who are you?" He asked softly, not wishing to scare the child with the rage that was building up inside him. He'd told you again and again that your friends were trouble, and now look where it got you.
Wait. Where exactly were you?
Before the girl could speak, a red smoke filled the room, and a him with a few more wrinkles appeared, dragging you by the wrist. Your face was covered in a vicious pout.
"I already told them," future Crewel said, eying the freshmen with a vicious glare. "No need to repeat it."
He opened his arms in front of the little girl, a warm smile taking over his features, as the girl climbed into his arms, snuggling into him. He pointed at you and the freshman one more time, said, "Behave." And vanished into red smoke.
Present day Crewel pinched the bridge of his nose, and pointed at you.
"He already said it," you snapped,punching Ace in the shoulder for good measure.
"Morning dad."
"Morning," Crowley muttered tiredly as he sipped his coffee.
Then he choked on it. There should be no one in his office right now. And there should be no one calling him dad.
He looked over and saw a kid who was somewhere between the age of 10 and 13 sorting through his stack of paperwork.
"Pardon me, but do you mind explaining what you're doing?"
The kid looked up and raised a brow in confusion.
"Um, morning paperwork?" He laughed nervously. "Wait did you forget that….uh, nevermind, I'll just go then."
The kid hastily made the papers into a pile, grabbed a backpack, and started to hustle out of the office. Only to be stopped when he bumped into you as you were storming into the office.
"Crowley! You promised you'd fix my goddamn roof!"
"Dad said I wasn't grounded anymore!"
Both of you shouted over the top of each other, and then stared in confusion.
The kid sprinted out of the office, knocking you over in the process.
Dire, meanwhile, released a delighted giggle, his face feeling warm as he grinned at you with a lovesick grin. Only to be annoyed as you brought up your roof again.
"If you excuse me, I have other things to attend to. I assure you that child will only cause trouble."
He ran out of his own office, no intention of actually finding his future son, only intending to hide from you.
Too bad you could always see through him, and were right on his tail.
#3k followers#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#malleus draconia x reader#malleus draconia#rook hunt x reader#rook hunt#vil schoenheit x reader#vil schoenheit#idia shroud x reader#idia shroud#divus crewel x reader#divus crewel#dire crowley x reader#dire crowley
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Grandma MC: *chuckles* What happened?
Floyd: *hugging her* The world is so unfair, Granny! *cute sound of frustration; and pouting*
Grandma MC: I don't understand, son.
Azul: Malleus made a mistake and we entered your early childhood memories first.
Jade: And Floyd saw you when you were a little child, tried to hug you, and was only able to touch the air.
Grandma MC: *hearty laugh* Oh dear.
Silver: Everyone, I think this is Granny when she was a baby.
Grandma MC: *when she was two years old* *hugging an otter*
Otter: *genuinely enjoying the hug*
Grandma MC's parents: Dear, the otter needs to go to its home.
Grandma MC: *lets go of the otter*
Otter: *goes back to her to snuggle*
Grandma MC's parents: *sigh*
Ace: AWWWWWWWW~! *then sees Floyd standing behind Granny*
Floyd: *the face of cute aggression*
Ace: ...
Silver: ...
Ace: Uh... Malleus-senpai? Why don't we move to a different memory?
Malleus: Why?
Silver: Floyd seems to be—
Floyd: Why can't I hold Granny?!
Jade: Floyd, this is a memory. Of course you won't be able to touch anything.
Azul: Yes. And stop doing that. You look stupid.
Vil: ...
Epel, Rook, Riddle, and Leona: ...
Grandma MC: *20 years old* *looks like a forest fairy* *a snake around her arm and shoulder*
Grandma MC: You're being adorable today, Eve. Have you caused another mischief?
Eve: *slithers down to her hand*
Grandma MC: *sweet chuckles* Oh you don't say.
Grandma MC's husband: *boyfriend at the time* *appears; holding a cobra* *crying*
Grandma MC's husband: He doesn't want to get off me...
Grandma MC: *chuckles* Come here. Where have you found this new friend?
Grandma MC's husband: He's Eve's boyfriend huhu...
Vil: ...
Vil: Rook.
Rook: Oui.
Epel: Huh?
Riddle: It seems they have set themselves a standard.
Epel: Huh? What standard?
Leona, Malleus, and Idia: ...
Grandma MC: *in her motherhood* *singing a lullaby to her children*
*her children sleeping soundly*
Idia: *yawns*
Malleus and Leona: *looking at him*
Idia: ...
Idia: What?
Malleus: Is Granny's lullaby working on you?
Idia: Can't help it. Her voice is quite soothing.
Grim: Why are you all sleeping in our dorm?!
Grandma MC: Oh, it seems we need more blankets. Grim, would you mind getting some from the drawer?
Grim: Just tell these dudes to go!
The boys: Good night, Granny!
Grandma MC: *chuckles* Good night, my children.
Grim: WHERE ARE WE GOING TO SLEEP?!!
Leona: You sleep outside. Granny can sleep with us.
Grim: Mryah!
Ace, Epel, Deuce, and Jack: *laughing*
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You speak French???
Ouis, mais je n'ai practique pas en comme... fuck, treize années? N'est pas bien- je peux comprendes un pétit-peux si j'écoute... uh... avec mes oreilles? J'ai aller au l'immersion tardis en sixieme année dans m'école, pour... je pense... holy fuck, trois ans?? Never mind je suis la meilleur dans la monde. Fuckin' A
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Lucifer: so Solomon do you speak french?
Solomon: just a tiny little bit
Lucifer: un tout petit peu ?
Solomon: Oui un tout petit peu
Lucifer: and you my dear?
Mc: even less uh "voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?" That's about it
Simon: mc
Satan: omg
Mc: it's just a joke
Satan: asking my brother to sleep with you is a joke?
Solomon: it's a song!
Mc: it's just a joke Satan
Lucifer: that song lady marmalade correct?
Mc: YES!
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me satan#obey me lucifer#obey me solomon#obey me simeon#obey me scenarios#menace of an mc#obey me one master to rule them all#obey me nightbringer#obey me nb#mc is a literal savage and gives no fucks#obey me mc
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*the marauders playing two truths and a lie*
Pandora: okay, Reg its your turn
Regulus: I cursed two people last week, I have grey eyes, I'm in love with Potter
Sirius: its that one, he's obviously not in love with Prongs
Dorcas: okay, next
James: uh guys-
Regulus:
Marlene: Rem, your turn
James: guys! His eyes are blue.
Lily: and why’d you know that?
Remus: but Sirius' eyes are grey?
Evan: and why’d you know that?
Sirius: *to Reg* youre in love with my best friend!?! *to james* you're in love with my baby brother!? *to remus* youve been staring at my eyes???
Regulus: oui
James: possibly, yes, I am
Remus: yes. I'm in love with you, dumbass.
Sirius: you- you are? or is this part of the game? is this the li-
Remus: *leans across the group to kiss him* shut up, would you?
Barty: oi, quit being gay for two seconds, its Lupin's turn
Remus: *pulls away to glare at him* fine, Crouch is pissing me off, I want to bugger off with Pads now and I'm secretly a pink whale called Bobkins
#marauders#regulus black#james potter#jegulus#dead gay wizards#james x regulus#sirius black#remus lupin#starchaser#wolfstar#sunseeker#james fleamont potter#sirius orion black#regulus arcturus black#remus john lupin#marlene mckinnon#lily evans#evan rosier#barty crouch junior#slytherin skittles
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𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐬 𝐄́𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐚 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜
ʚ charles leclerc x female reader
ʚ there is nothing your daughter loves more than the stars, charles makes sure she gets to see them every night
ʚ no warnings, just very sweet dad!charles and fluffy:)
ʚ i feel like this might be sloppy but here is a little dad!charles blurb, im in a writing mood so you might see a few things come out soon<3
“Papa, regarde combien d'étoiles!!”
Charles smiled at the excitement behind his daughter Alia’s voice, she absolutely loved the stars. Every night he would set up your balcony with blankets and pillows, making it perfect for you and your daughter to stargaze.
“Oui mon petit ange, c’est très beau”
You looked over at the two of them, Alia was resting her head on Charles’s chest, her eyes watching the sky as she pointed to different constellations
“Maman are you looking too?” Alia smiled, sending you a glance
“Of course I am baby, there are lots of starts tonight aren’t there?”
“Yes!! Do you see the big dipper?”
Charles laughed, he never understood how she got so good with the constellations in the sky
“No, show me love”
Alia was quick to move over to where you were within the mountain of blankets, giving Charles the opportunity to scoot closer to you so the three of you could cuddle up together
“Okay maman regarde ça”
She pointed a little finger into the sky, pointing out a series of stars before settling on the big dipper
“Tu vois, ça ressemble à une cuillère, c'est comme ça que tu sais”
“Oui, je vois bébé”
Your french wasn’t totally fluent yet, but Alia and Charles spoke mostly in french which helped you as well to get better with the language. Though your husband did remind your little girl sometimes to speak in english to you, just to give your brain a little break.
Even though you never complained.
“Quel est ton préfère?”
“Um….”
Alia thought about it for a second, her head resting in her hands
“Cass-uh cassei-papa je besoin d’aide…”
Charles smiled kissing her cheek softly
“Cassiopeia, c’est celui la n’est ce-pas bébé?”
“Oui!! C’est ça papa!!”
A smile spread on your face watching the excitement fill her eyes as her father had helped her figure out the name of the constellation. It truly was moments like these that were your favourite, watching Alia begin to talk more about the stars, her eyes never leaving the sky, even as you leaned over and pressed a kiss to Charles’s cheek.
“You are the world’s best dad..thank you for making her so happy”
You watched as a blush spread on his cheeks before he placed his lips on yours, kissing you softly
“You two are my whole world, I love you more than you know”
“We love you too, so much my love”
There really wasn’t anywhere else in the world you’d rather be than right here, cuddled up amongst the blankets listening to your baby girl spew all her knowledge on the stars. She was yours and Charles’s whole universe, no amount of starts or constellations could ever equate to the love you both had for her.
Alia truly was the greatest gift to happen to your family and no night sky, would ever beat that.
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the ultimate neige smackdown
SUMMARY: So it follows the storyline of book four, only when the reader sees Neige's commercial for the first time, they say the first thing that comes to mind about him...and it's that Vil is obviously the best of the two.
CHARACTER: Vil Schoenheit.
WARNINGS: None!!
COMMENTS: this request is so funny because neige weirded me out when i first played. its like what jamil & azul said, nobody is THAT NICE??? HES SO CONFUSING but anyway mon pote means my close friend I looked it up on Google (I was too lazy to ask my friend who studies French about pet names again.) This is just you inflating Vil's ego (WHICH HE DESERVES!! TELL HIM HES BEAUTIFUL.)
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“Do you see that radiance, mon pote?”
Vil stopped outside the door as your uninterested hum sounded from inside the room. The mandrakes in his hand wouldn’t have waited for Rook, but knowing you were inside that room made him want to enter.
Before he could, you spoke again.
“I mean, he’s okay I guess.”
“What do you mean?! He is picturesque! The perfect example of delicate beauty!” Rook cried out, causing you to sigh.
“Vil is more beautiful in my opinion. This Neige guy kinda creeps me out. I mean, doesn’t his beauty seem…fake? I know he’s a celebrity so a part of him is going to be artificial, but Vil is so blunt and truthful with his admirers. Neige is just…too sweet. It’s weird.”
Vil felt a light fluttering in his chest at your admission. Right, of course it wasn’t just him that thought Neige was…creepy, as you put it. But still.
You thought he was more beautiful than Neige.
“Oh, mon pote…” Rook sighed, and Vil could tell he was shaking his head dramatically, “I suppose we all have our own ideas of beauty.”
“Rook, you cannot sit here and tell me Vil isn’t more beautiful than Neige. I will fight you on this.” you huffed, “I mean, come on! Vil is so confident, and he expects the best out of everyone, and he pushes himself and the people around him to do better and better! Neige is just a pretty face as far as I’m concerned. Vil holds himself with sophistication that sends chills down my spine. That’s beautiful.”
“Oui, I do not disagree, but you must admit that Rui de Neige has his own charms as well!”
“Mmm…I don’t see the appeal. Sorry.”
Vil chuckled. You didn’t sound sorry at all.
“Flattery will get you nowhere, my dear.” he deadpanned, finally opening the door and stepping into the room.
Rook had the gall to smile shamelessly up at him, rattling off some speech about his entrance. However, all Vil could focus on was the slightly embarrassed expression you had on your face, and the fact that his beauty was enough for you.
Deep down, he knew the jealousy he felt towards Neige was only temporarily satisfied, but he had to be content with that for now.
“Vil.” you blurted, as if forcing yourself to speak, “Uh, hey.”
He laughed airly, tucking two fingers under your chin and tilting it up.
“Hello yourself.” he smirked.
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is it fluff? I don't know?
but charles and r where charles is like "what happened pour moi?"
and r is like "oui, so i had a little too much café on an empty túmmy, so i had a - how do you say - panique attaque."
(tbf I don't know where the monologue is from? I found it on a generator for funny dialogue)
thank you for requesting!🫶🏽
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When you first started dating Charles, you made a point of wanting to learn his native language.
The only issue was that you would quickly come to realise you were absolutely shit at learning a new language. It didn’t matter if you went to classes, downloaded Duolingo or even bought those little guides with simple and well-used phrases, it just didn’t seem to click to you as easily as it did with others.
But you were still so determined to learn, and it warmed Charles’ heart.
You wanted to be able to talk to him in his mother tongue because it was a beautiful language and you would love to understand what he said when he spoke it. You wanted to be able to talk to his family when they make such an effort to talk to you in English. And even if it was maybe too soon to think about such, you knew you wanted your children to be able to speak their father’s language too.
You were determined, so you made a deal with Charles.
You had your French days.
These would be days where you would wake up and set the goal of speaking French all day, or as much as you could. Charles would only talk to you in French, and he would be there to help you with any words and phrases you didn’t know. It was supposed to be a simple exercise that helped you immerse yourself in the language and push your boundaries to help further your knowledge.
It would just be random days where you would turn to Charles in the morning and inform him of as much, just stating ‘it’s a French day’ before going on with your morning routine.
Today was one of those days.
Except, when you had woken up with a pit in your stomach, you chose to ignore it. You had days where you woke up feeling a little fuzzy, a little on edge, a little anxious. You tried to have more relaxed itineraries on those days if you could, and that was exactly what you should have done today. But for some stupid reason, you thought you could push through it.
However, pushing through it meant that you were barely unable to stomach any food, let alone have the appetite to eat. It meant that you were constantly feeling as though you were about to tip over the edge. And it meant you should have stayed far, far away from coffee when your heart was already about to beat out of your chest.
But Charles had brought you a coffee back after his morning run, and you didn’t have the heart to say anything.
And first, it just felt like palpitations. You thought it would come and pass, and you’d be in the clear to just take a chill day.
But your heart was only speeding up, and the nausea was undeniable. Your chest felt tight with panic as you pressed the heel of your palm against your chest, hoping it would do something to ease the feeling but it didn’t.
Your breathing became erratic and shaky, your whole body felt like it was vibrating and you were pretty sure your head was underwater with how muffled your hearing was.
And your poor boyfriend was absolutely baffled.
“Amour? Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?”
You let out some choked noise, your brain feeling far too fuzzy to even try muttering up a response to Charles, let alone in French.
“Amour? Baby? Are you okay? What’s wrong? What’s happening?” His words became more frantic as he quickly made his way over to you, his hands on your shoulder as he tried to catch your gaze.
“I—” You let out a slightly garbled noise before giving him a sheepish smile. It was stupid to try and continue the French day tradition, but even in your state, you tried. Even if your attempt was just speaking mostly in English with a botched French accent. “I am having—uh, une panique attaque!”
Charles’ eyes widened comically large. “I—fuck the French!”
Your smile was shaky. “I already kinda do.”
His lips parted in surprise before he quickly shook his head. “Baby, no, let’s…just…sit down, please. I’m going to get you water. And something to eat. You’ve hardly touched any of the pastries I brought.”
You listened to his demands, taking a seat on the plush living room couch as your boyfriend ran around like a madman to get anything that would make you feel better.
It wasn’t until over an hour later after you had drank what felt like all the water in the Monaco Pier and consumed enough croissants for a lifetime where you finally felt the tight feeling in your chest ease and your heart rate drop to a normal level. You were still on the couch, now cuddled with your back pressed against his chest as he held you tightly.
“I’m sorry for ruining French day,” you murmured to your boyfriend.
Charles only scoffed. “Baby, please. Your health is more important than French day.”
You paused for a moment before continuing. “I’m also sorry for basically calling you French.”
“Yeah, that I’m not forgiving,” Charles grumbled, but you could hear the smile on his face even if you couldn’t see it. “I think it counts as a hate crime.”
You rolled your eyes. “You are théâtral.”
Charles grinned as he pecked your cheek. “Good word, baby, where did you learn that one?”
“Arthur.”
“Fucking Arthur.”
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Can we please have a blurb for my biggest fan where the baby has her first Karting lesson or event and she's scared so she goes crying to charles for comfort.
I love hearing from you and I love this idea. And I love Dad!Charles. 😚💕
Karting Woes
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Black Mom!Reader
Word Count: maybe 400 words (I didn't check) and an insta smau
Warning: Fluff, truly just fluff, Dad!Charles that we all deserve, Gia crying and being worried, a cute little ending 😘
A/N 3: man petite souris = my little mouse;
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"Okay, okay. Let's go find Charles." You and Gia weaved your way through the crowd of children of various ages and their parents, knowing you would find Charles with Gia's kart, looking it over one last time. Gia was holding your hand tightly as you guided her through the crowd, but she immediately lets go and scurries over to Charles once she sees him, tears streaming down her face.
"Petite souris, why the tears?" He picked her up and lets her arms wrap tightly around his neck as he gave you a wide eyed look, briefly glancing at the crying child in his arms.
"She just came to me and said she needed to talk to you." You take a step closer to run your hand down the two braids that you had put in your daughter's hair.
"I can't remember *hic* where to break *hic* and the racing line *hic* for turn 3. And-and I don't know if I-I'm gonna do good and that if I-I d-don't do good you and m-mama will be mad..." Charles is quick to hush the spiralling child in his arms.
"Woah, woah. Okay. First, breathe. Here put your hand on my chest." He took her tiny hand and placed it on this chest, then began to take a long breath in, allowing his chest to lift exaggeratedly so the child knew to follow suit. Gia tried, but continued to suck in small gasps of air, a bit further from the verge of crying, but still in the verge. So Charles placed her back on the ground, kneeling so he could be eye level with her, and engulfed both of her hands in his to bring them to his chest. "Ah, try again, mon petit souris. In..." This time she does as told, taking a deep, long, exaggerated breath in, puffing out her cheeks and raising her shoulders in the process which made you look over and see that Charles had done the same. Charles then counted to 5 with his fingers before letting out his breath, the small child mimicing the action. "Better?" Gia nods while Charles brings his hand down one of her braids, guiding the end in front of her shoulder. "Okay. Now, what is this about me and your mom being mad at you?"
"That if I don't good you and Mama will be mad at me..." Gia played with her fingers as she quietly spoke, looking up at Charles after receiving a light kiss on the top of her head.
"Gianna...are you having fun?" You daughter nods and Charles continues. "You want to go out there and try your very best, oui?" Another nod. "Well, then there is nothing your mom could be mad about. This is your first race, mon petit souris. All we want is for you to go out there, learn, and have a good time. Bon?" His hands had traveled back down to your daughter's, grasping them and gently wiggling her arms.
"Bon. But, but what what about my nerves?" You're daughter's little voice chirped, making you want to cry more than you already wanted to.
"You being nervous means you care, and it is the greatest doing something you care so much about, I promise." He brings Gia into him for a hug and rapid fire light kisses on the top of her head. "And the, uh, second thing?" Charles knew exactly what the second concern was for your daughter but he liked allowing Gia to voice her own concerns. It has saved the both of you many whiney tantrums.
"Turn 3. I can't remember the racing line or where to brake." Gia takes a flat hand and rubs some pieces of hair back that were tickling her forehead as she turned toward the track, pointing at the curve in question.
"Okay, let's go take a look." Charles stands straight up and hold out his hand that Gia quickly accepts. What you don't expect was for Gia's other hand to blindly reach out for yours, which you take, following them to the track so he could go over the information again. Gia held on to your hand with an unwavering grip as she watched Charles' hand move fluidly to give visual to his instruction, her full attention on him, nodding intermittently as he spoke. And you watched to, but your mind blocked out the words and only observed how your boyfriend's hands mimiced the curve and the motion of driving, seeing how his bracelets and rings made the image that much sweeter for you. The sight was what dreams were made of, as a mother and a girlfriend.
"You feel a little better about that corner?" Charles turns back to Gianna who was nodding up at him.
"Yeah, I feel better." Gia turns briefly to look at you and then turns back to Charles quickly as if she forgot something. "Oh! Merci, Charles." You let go of Gia's hand so Charles could pick her up again.
"De rien, ma petite souris." He looked at her as she continued to analyze the tricky curve. Proud to be here in this moment with her and for her to trust him so much, and wondering what he did in his life to deserve this. "Do you still need to finish your warm up? Have you done the bands yet?" Gia shakes her head, her small braids whipping around. "Alright, let's go."
"I'm gonna head back to the chairs." You decide to give them their bonding time, stopping to give Charles the kiss he leaned in for after setting Gia back on the ground.
"Okay, I'll be over there in a minute." One more kiss and then he was off with your daughter back to the white tents being used as garages, your daughter now skipping along having forgotten all of her woes from minutes before.
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You watched as all the kids began to line up on the grid, with Gia lining up P11, her vibrant pink helmet and red race suit combination not making it difficult to point her out. Charles' arms snaked around your waist, making you flinch but settle into his body once you saw it was him. "How was she?"
"She was fine. I don't even think she remembers what she was nervous about." You let out a singular breathy chuckle as he gave you small pecks behind the ear, everyone now waiting for the race to begin. "I think she'll do fine."
"You're a good dad, you know?" You meant your words, but you knew that they would have Charles floating on Cloud 9, probably for the rest of the week. You knew how much he liked being a dad and how much he cared about being a good father figure to Gianna, so sometimes you would just remind him that he was doing a good job. You also liked to see how flustered he got.
He brought his fingers to your chin to guide your face to look at him, a cheeky grin on your face that he couldn't help but kiss. "Merci, ma cherie." You both turn back to the track as the your daughter's first race begins.
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yourusername I'd say going from 11th to 6th in your first race is pretty good. Mama is so proud of you Gia. 😚♥️
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Petit Chasseur
Rook Hunt x Reader
Synopsis: In crewel's class, the task at hand is to transform a tadpole into a frog with a transformation potion, so how is it that you and Rook happened to transform your tadpole into a baby...?
Warnings: None, but MC is apparently a third year because I accidentally wrote for Rook being part of Potionology instead of the Science club and got way too far in before I realized it. This is how you and Rook started a family and lived happily ever after
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"Ah-? You say that's the right ingredient, but I assure you it was--"
"Too late!" You laughed, dropping a sprig of pine into the mixture, which had previously been just the right consistency and color.
It bubbled and smelled of sickly rotten flowers.
Rook gave an theatrical sigh. "Mon tricksteur, that was the last of our ingredients.. We were already warned that we shall not be supplied with more."
You frowned at the textbook. It didn't give you the list of ingredients, which Professor Crewel had listed at the beginning of the lesson. Still, you were certain it called for a sprig of pine. But the cauldron should have been filled with a light, sticky substance, and instead it was filled with something so gooey, Rook was having trouble stirring it the appropriate amount of paces.
"Hmm... what'd you think it was supposed to be, Rook?"
"It was two drops of liquid silver."
"Damn, are you totally sure?"
He gestured to the mixtures of the rest of the class, which bore a much closer resemblance to the intended result.
"Oui. If not, the whole class, myself included, must have had a mass hallucination."
"Aww..." You face palmed. "How do we fix this?" You asked out of exasperation, hoping he had a better answer.
"No ingredient that comes mind is in our possession. We shall have to turn it in as it is, sadly."
He stopped stirring and ladled it into a vial.
"Isolate a tadpole for me, s'il te plaît ."
"Yeah, but what's it gonna do?"
He laughed and shrugged. "We'll see."
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"It's two drops over the tadpole--"
"one, Two, THREE, there we go-- oh. Um. Two?"
Rook snickered. "Remind me never to partner with you again, Mon Tricksteur."
The tadpole stopped moving.
"Is it... dead?" You asked, as you watched in horror over the poor thing, layed out on a tray in shallow water.
"Hmm. Perhaps three drops was too much? Our potion had all the components for a basic transformation potion, the sprig shouldn't have affected it's transformative properties, only the outcome, so--"
The tadpole shivered as if coming back to life; Its flesh began to ripple with different colors and shapes as it mutated into a large, multicolored creature.
"Uhh--- Rook, that seems a little uhmmm, BIG FOR A FROG---"
You knocked Rook into the ground in your attempt to back up, taking the tray and the undulating creature down with you, to your horror.
You braced yourself for contact with the squishy thing, and felt something heavy hit your lap.
Rook picked it up swiftly before you even opened your eyes.
"Mon dieu! I've never seen such a thing."
You opened one of your tightly shut eyes to see a Rook staring in reverent awe at a tiny, cute baby bearing resemblance to him.
"What? What IS THAT---"
"Don't yell, you'll upset the poor thing. And would you look at that? It looks a bit like you too, doesn't it?"
The baby cooed as Rook brought it to his chest with one arm, holding it gently, while the baby outstretched its tiny little arms in your direction.
He put the baby against your crossed arms.
"The baby wants your touch," He said softly, watching as the baby nuzzled against your arm.
"Nuh-uh, no way, that is NOT a baby--"
"Transformation potions are thorough. The baby is, in fact, a baby."
"Still, I don't want to touch it, it's creepy--- why does it look like us??"
Rook took the feather from his cast-aside hat to tickle the baby with.
"If I had to take a guess, I'd say perhaps it was the third drop. The little nourrisson took on the appearance of you and I because we were the first to touch it. It fell on both of us at the same time."
"S-so now what do we do?" You reluctantly touched the baby, who was cuter than you'd like to admit.
"Tell the professor and let him sort the matter out."
He turned over the baby to you as he went to get the professor.
You held the infant, which cooed and fussed like a normal human baby, but looked eerily like you and Rook, bearing his rich blonde hair and green eyes, but your chin and cheekbones, and even the way your hair naturally parted.
You gave up your fingers to the child, who was fascinated by them.
You saw Rook speaking to the professor, but your attention was diverted back to the baby, who had begun crying when you focused on something else.
You shushed it gently.
"It's alright, little one.. we'll get this ironed out."
Bleary green eyes stared back at you as if to say, 'You better.'
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"It's permanent."
"You're kidding--"
You were already back at the Ramshackle dorm, feeding the baby with formula you'd had to beg and plead for Sam to find on such short notice.
"Non, I'm afraid not. The Professor looked extensively. There is no cure to this."
"So what do we do then? We can't just... keep it!"
Rook dropped down to the ground to tickle the baby, who was lying on a soft blanket.
"I think that we must. It's our responsibility, and the baby is biologically ours, so--"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE BABY IS BIOLOGICALLY OURS?"
Your heart was racing out of your chest. What does this even mean for the two of you? You've always liked Rook, but not enough to throw yourself into raising a child with him-!
"You're shouting again, Mon Tricksteur. Oui, the baby is biologically ours, since it shares the equal traits of us both. We shall have to raise our dear infant."
Rook was on his knees beside you, amusing the baby with funny expressions and little exclamations of wonder.
Where would you go? You couldn't take care of a baby in a world you weren't familiar with, in which you had no one and nothing. Nothing but Rook, who had quite the full family of his own. Would they even accept this? Would they even like you?
Not even to speak of the challenges of raising a child, especially while going to school. Outside of your free-time, where would you even find the time to raise a baby?
Rook planted a kiss on your forehead, chuckling lightly.
"You're too nervous, my dear. You need to find the heart of passion, and throw yourself to the wind. I see it written across your face-- but there's no need to worry. I'm here for you."
You picked up the baby, cradling the small little bundle while Rook rested his arm across your back, taking in the scene. You were a family now. You were parents, so suddenly, so absolutely by surprise. And yet, as you were starting to warm up to the sweet child, you realized just how lucky you were to have Rook by your side, and a baby to love with him.
"Ah~ Mon Amour and my petit chasseur~"
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French vocabulary that I definitely did not get from Google translate:
s'il te plaît: please
Mon dieu: my god
nourrisson: infant/baby
Petit chasseur : Little hunter
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-June 28th, 2023
-Kaori
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