Synopsis: Virgil who likes to interact with fans by doing monthly streams to connect with his lively fanbase. The famous Liverpool captain that has a tough exterior and stands confidently at 6'4 playing games his followers recommended him. Who knew he was taken by such a sweet girl?
You and Virgil often battled a long-distance relationship, spending scarce time with one another until you’d finally gotten the time to visit him in England. You knew about these monthly streams, often tuning in to them yourself whenever you got that notification on Twitch that ‘VVD Is Live!’
This time, it was different. Being able to be in England and around while he was streaming, seeing the footballer record in person. You two kept your relationship under wraps out of respect for you not wanting to be bombarded by media. Even though you showed up to his games— cheering like nobody was watching. Many speculated but could never staple a specific girl with his name. No way someone as handsome as him was simply not snatched up already.
“Hello everyone, welcome back to the stream of the month” His Dutch accent beginning to peek through when he speaks “Upon many requests, we’ll be playing Fortnite.” He says, defeat somewhat laced throughout his tone. It was his first time playing, hence the crazy amounts of asks for him to finally play the popular shooting game.
Ilovejoaofelix: How confident are you on a scale of 1-10?
“On a scale of 1-10? Minus thirty.” He bluntly stated whilst shaking his head slightly. “But I'm here to get better. I'm playing on an Xbox joystick today which is not my thing but... I'm no quitter!” You were just a room over, in the kitchen slightly hearing it all, but barely paying attention as you rather listened to the hum of your music playing softly in the background. Earlier before you two part ways so he could start his stream, you agreed on making dinner in the time span that he played.
Making a somewhat simple dinner but something that was enough for both of you to sit down and enjoy a meal. So, in that case, you reluctantly decided to cook fettucine alfredo. You preferred shrimp in yours, chicken in his but where the chicken resided was the question. Being away for so long doesn’t help you answer that question any easier either. You didn’t want to approach the room, but the decision was seriously making you consider it.
After some standing around you finally began your quiet footsteps to the room that he has reserved for both gaming and whenever he decides to turn on that camera of his. “Wait, I'm stuck in a bush guys—” The slight creak of the sliding door made him glance over and knowingly, he looked back at his stream. “Hold on guys.” He stayed where he was in the game, stuck in a bush before muting himself. Or so, he thought. “Yes schat?” he answered towards you. “I couldn’t remember how you like your chicken on the pasta so...” You trailed off, waiting for him to tell you. “Just on top is fine, thank you love”
You nodded, almost closing the door and leaving him alone until you remembered just one more question “And when will you be done?” He pulled up the sleeve of his hoodie, checking his watch that adorned his wrist. “In 30 minutes or so? I shouldn’t be long” That was it. You returned the door back to its original resting place and headed back into the kitchen to plate his food. If only you knew.
Virgil cleared his throat and turned back towards his stream to press unmute, but there was never anything to press which he noticed rather quickly. He literally never muted himself and when he glanced at the chat, his mouth opened just slightly, shock coloring his face.
Kykymbappe10: Big Virg got a girl hold up?????
BenchedEndrick: WHO WAS THAT
Thegoatmessi: Wait her voice was tea tho
Trinrodmanfan: My man is taken?????
“Sorry guys, I'm afraid I'll have to end the stream early today” The chat only exploded more. He wouldn’t be able to recover from such a moment and certainly he couldn’t let you know right now. To be fair, he did always want to go public, but he respected your wishes time and time again without question.
The stream ended without another thought, and he stepped out of the room he was itching to get out of since he faced the camera again. “You’re finished?” You asked with confusion. “Yeah... I died so I figured there was no point in staying on for a whole extra hour” He rubbed the nape of his neck as his tall figure made an easy appearance in the kitchen, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.
“Hm, okay” You didn’t seem to have a problem with it. That just meant you could spend even more time with your man.
i love your account it’s so aesthetic and like your writing. chefs kiss. 💋 could you pleaseeeee write getting caught making out with jude or lamine!!
if it’s jude could y’all get caught by his brother or a teammate lol
and if it’s lamine yamal could y’all get caught by one of his older teammates or kenye (if it’s kenye make it like cuteee) ALSO IF YOU COULDDD DO BOTH!! I LOVE YOU THANK YOU
— halï🦒
GOODNIGHT KISSES - l. yamal
inwhich! kenye catches you giving lamine “goodnight kisses” and asks for some of his own.
frannytalks! i’ll post a jude one soon. ;) and thank youuu, also loveeee the idea, and kenye is TOO adorable, the picture of him screaming, my heart. 😭 don’t forget to join my taglist(s) here!
you and lamine never really got any privacy. in his house it was because of his mother and kenye. they were always home and always around you two. then, in your house it was because your parents were always around as well, they also had cameras everywhere, and did not let you two in your room together, alone.
so, when lamine’s mom said she had to go run errands for the whole day you both were relieved, except that kenye did not take kindly to naps, or leaving you alone.
you spent basically the whole day running around behind him, playing with him, cooking him food, watching movies with him, and talking to him. you could feel the tension between you and lamine and it was getting unbearable.
finally, by the magic of a warm milk bottle kenye fell asleep in your arms. you rocked him for a couple more minutes to make sure he was actually asleep, then you placed the bottle to the side and took him to his bedroom.
while you were tucking him in lamine was picking up after kenye, mostly his toys. you scurried over to lamine’s bedroom, waiting for him, smiling, and he finally arrived.
“finally!” you whisper-yelled, excitedly patting the spot in front of you.
lamine smiled, “took way too long,” he laughed.
you nodded in agreement and instantly went in for a kiss when he sat down, not wasting any time. he picked you up so you could sit on his lap as he roamed his hands around your body.
he groaned into the kiss slightly, causing you to giggle and put your foreheads against each other, “this was very much needed,” you blushed.
lamine opened his mouth to say something, but you stopped him by kissing him again. he brought his hands up to spank your ass and grip it right after to soothe it, he did it a couple times while you started to grind slightly, the last time he did it you heard a voice.
“lama?” a tiny, soft voice said from behind you.
lamine instantly froze as well and took his hands off you, creating some distance, “kenye,” he awkwardly smiled.
you wiped the lipstick stains off of lamine’s face, “hey kenye bebe.”
“why close?” he questioned, rubbing his eyes.
your face turned red, “we were just talking bebe.”
“up.” he requested, putting his arms out and yawning.
you picked him up and placed him in between you and lamine, “you have goodnight kiss.” kenye laughed, pointing at one of the lipstick smudges.
you and lamine laughed, slightly embarrassed, “yes she was just kissing me goodnight kenye.”
he pouted, “my turn.” kenye said, as he pointed to one of his cheeks.
you laughed softly and placed a tiny kiss on his cheek, then he pointed to the other one, and kept going back and forth.
“enough?” you asked, while giving him a tiny hug, “i think lamine’s jealous.” you whispered.
he nodded, “hehe, jealous.”
lamine rolled his eyes, “i’m not jealous, i got kisses first.” he teased kenye.
kenye, still in his sleepy state teared up, “lamine!” you hissed, annoyed.
“what!” he laughed, “it’s not my fault he’s a little cry baby.” he said, which made it worse because now kenye was full on crying.
you groaned, “yeah, he is literally a baby, lamine.” you rolled your eyes, “it’s okay bebe, no more kisses for lamine, okay?”
you wiped his tears and he did the same, nodding his head, “okey.”
“now let’s go to sleep, yeah?” you kissed his forehead.
you placed him in between you and lamine, he gravitated more towards you which caused lamine to laugh. finally, he fell asleep again and so did you.
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might also make another version of getting caught by his older teammates, that would be so cute
❝ Charles loves to spoil his younger girlfriend, because in fact, that’s the bare minimum!
𝓬ontains. fem!reader. face claim: none (but pics of Alex included). established relationship. age gap (23/28). a few hate comments. based on Базовый минимум.
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deuxmoi NEW COUPLE ALERT 🚨 ? Charles Leclerc has reportedly been spotted multiple times over the past two weeks in Monaco with a mysterious girl. The pair allegedly kept things low-key but were seen together on several occasions around the city, sparking chatter that Ferrari’s golden boy might not be so single after all.
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user1 not surprised tbh, he’s always being spotted somewhere with someone😭
user2 if it’s real I’m happy for him, if it’s not I’m still invested anyway
user3 again? lmaoo
user4 she’s either a long-term gf or his cousin and there is no in between
user5 i think her insta is @/yourusername
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yourusername 🛥️☀️
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user7 is this the girl charles was spotted with?
user8 it’s her. you can literally see leo in the last pic. user9 + arthur liked the post
user10 she looks soo young
user11 wtf? she’s 23. she’s an ADULT
user12 soo pretty ❤️❤️
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charlesleclerc rest days
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user14 😍😍
user15 oh so this is serious
user16 just soft-launching each other
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yourusername grateful 🤍
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user18 posting everything but her bf
user19 he is literally on the last slide. hope that helps!
user20 he got her a KELLY? oh he’s WHIPPED
user21 i’d be too if i was him no lie 😩
📍 International University Of Monaco ♫ YOUNG DUMB & BROKE • Khalid (official audio)
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yourusername young dumb & broke ✅ uni kids ❌
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yourbsf we did it babyy ❤️😩 it’s gonna be so boring without us ❤︎ liked by author
yourusername it was a wild ride
user22 so the gossip account did not lie
user23 congrats girl!
charlesleclerc congratulations chérie ❤️ ❤︎ liked by author
yourusername i love you ❤️❤️ user24 awww so cute
user25 wdym broke 😭😭
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charlesleclerc my girl just graduated, congrats baby 😘
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yourusername ❤️❤️❤️
user26 he is sooo in love
user27 HE posted HER btw
user28 bare minimum
user29 i just know she’s gonna get something big
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yourusername thank you @/charlesleclerc 💞💗💕
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charlesleclerc for you, bare minimum chérie 😘 ❤︎ liked by author
a/n: i randomly made this because i realized i kinda missed making pov moodboards, so... let me know if you guys like this kind of thing
pov - Jude
I used to think there were only two moments capable of stopping time: the first was hearing your name for the first time and second was watching you walk toward me in a white dress.
The church doors opened slowly, and every conversation dissolved into silence. Then there you were — the sunlight spilled through the stained glass windows, painting soft colors across the lace of your dress. You looked almost unreal, your veil floating gently behind you as your father squeezed your arm one last time before letting you take your first step.
You smiled — Not the practiced smile everyone else saw, the real one. The tiny one that always appeared whenever you were nervous and God, you were beautiful — beautiful enough to make every person in that church disappear until there was only you.
For one impossible second... I forgot where I was. All i knew was that you were getting closer... Closer.... Closer.
You absentmindedly tucked that loose strand of hair behind your ear, still did that, after all these years. You never realized it, but i always noticed.
I noticed everything.
People think we fall in love all at once, but that's never how it happens. We fall in love through hundreds of invisible moments until one day we wake up and realize we've been gone for years. I don't even remember when it happened, but i'd loved you long before i had words for it.
You looked up, our eyes met and, just like every other time we'd ever looked at each other, you smiled.
My chest tightened.
You were almost here, almost close enough for me to reach out. For enough to tell you that every version of my future somehow had you in it. But i never did, because life isn't built on almosts.
It was built on timing and mine had always been wrong.
You loved him first and he loved you just as fiercely.
He was my brother.
How selfish would I have been to stand between the two people i loved most?
So i smiled, i buried every feeling beneath years of jokes, late-night conversations, shared holidays, birthdays, double dates I'd politely declined, pretending i simply had other plans.
You never knew, maybe that was for the best.
And then i turned and watched your hands find someone else's.
i knowwww ur request are really full rn but if i don’t send this now ill forget. so. as a society i think we need party girl/no shame/horny asf leclerc youngest sister reader x lando. where she’s lowk just traumatizing the hell out of her brothers while lando fights for his life
No Shame, No Regrets
Lando Norris x Leclerc!reader
Synopsis: She's confident, unapologetic, and relentlessly flirty. Zero filter, maximum chaos - meet baby Leclerc.
Moonlight Radio: and yes my requests are practically bursting at the seems but I really enjoyed writing this one - I hope u like it!
The Monaco Grand Prix paddock was buzzing with its usual energy-team personnel rushing between motorhomes, journalists hunting for quotes, and drivers navigating the controlled chaos. Charles Leclerc was mid-conversation with his engineer when he heard it.
That laugh.
His head whipped around so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash. Sure enough, there she was: Y/N Leclerc, his youngest sister, wearing a sundress that was perfectly appropriate yet somehow still made him want to throw a blanket over her, leaning against the McLaren hospitality area like she owned the place.
And she was talking to Lando Norris.
"-honestly think it's the way you handle the curves," Y/N was saying, her voice carrying just enough for Charles to catch it. "Very... smooth. Controlled. I appreciate a man who knows exactly what he's doing with his hands."
Lando's eyes widened slightly, a grin tugging at his lips. "I—are we still talking about driving?"
"Are we?" Y/N tilted her head, her smile absolutely wicked. "I was definitely talking about driving, Lando. What did you think I meant?"
Charles felt his eye twitch. That was his sister. Talking to his friend. About... he didn't even want to know.
"Y/N," he called out, his voice strained.
She turned, her expression brightening. "Charlie! I was just complimenting Lando on his performance. He's been doing so well this season, don't you think? Really... hard work paying off."
The way she said 'hard' should be illegal.
Lando coughed, clearly fighting back laughter. "Hey, mate. Your sister was just—"
"I heard what my sister was doing," Charles interrupted, his jaw tight. He switched to French, directing his words at Y/N. "What are you doing here?"
She responded in English, because of course she did. "Supporting my favorite driver, obviously."
"I'm your brother."
"I said what I said." She turned back to Lando, whose shoulders were shaking with suppressed laughter. "Anyway, I should let you get back to... whatever it is you do to prepare. Stretching? I bet you're very flexible."
"Oh my God," Charles muttered.
"I do yoga sometimes," Lando offered, because apparently he had a death wish.
"Do you?" Y/N's eyes lit up. "I'd love to see your downward dog sometime."
"I'm leaving," Charles announced. "Y/N, you're coming with me."
"I'm twenty-three, Charles."
"I don't care if you're forty-three, you're not—" He gestured vaguely at Lando, who was now openly grinning. "This. You're not doing this."
"Doing what? Having a conversation?" Y/N's expression was pure innocence. "Lando doesn't mind. Do you, Lando?"
Lando looked between the two siblings, clearly weighing his options. Self-preservation lost to entertainment value. "I mean, it's a free paddock."
Charles pointed at him. "You. Stop encouraging her."
"I'm not encouraging anything! She's just-“
"Very friendly," Y/N finished. "It's called being personable, Charles. You should try it sometime." She patted her brother's cheek and walked away, calling over her shoulder, "See you around, Norris!"
Lando watched her go, then turned to Charles with barely contained amusement. "Your sister is-“
"Don't," Charles warned. "Whatever you're about to say, don't."
"I was going to say 'funny.'"
"That's not what she's trying to be."
"Oh, I know." Lando's grin was absolutely shit-eating. "Mate, you look like you're about to have an aneurysm."
"I might," Charles admitted. "She's going to be here all weekend."
"Is she?" Lando looked far too pleased about that information.
Charles pointed at him again. "Stay away from my sister."
"She approached me!"
"Then run away next time!"
—
The next morning, Lando was reviewing data in the McLaren garage when someone cleared their throat behind him. He turned to find Y/N holding two coffee cups, wearing jeans and a McLaren-orange crop top that he was absolutely certain she'd chosen specifically to torment her brother.
"Morning," she said brightly. "Brought you coffee. Flat white, right? I asked around."
"You asked around about my coffee order?"
"I'm thorough." She handed him the cup, her fingers brushing his deliberately. "How'd you sleep?"
"Fine?" It came out as a question. Lando glanced around the garage, noting several mechanics suddenly very interested in their work while clearly eavesdropping. "Did you need something?"
"Just wanted to wish you luck for practice. And tell you that I think you're going to do really well this weekend." She leaned against his workstation. "You've got great... stamina. For the long races, I mean. Very impressive endurance."
One of the mechanics dropped a wrench.
Lando bit his lip, trying not to laugh. "Thanks? That's... yeah, endurance is important in racing."
"In lots of things," Y/N agreed solemnly.
"Y/N!" Charles's voice carried across the garage like the wrath of God. He appeared moments later, looking like he'd aged five years overnight. "Why are you in the McLaren garage?"
"Bringing Lando coffee. Want some? Oh wait, you're Ferrari. Guess you're stuck with their coffee. Shame."
"Can I talk to you?" Charles didn't wait for an answer, taking her elbow. "Privately?"
"We're just talking, Charles."
"You're not just talking, you're-" He seemed to struggle for words. "You're doing that thing you do!"
"What thing?" Y/N's innocence was Oscar-worthy.
"The thing where you-" Charles glanced at Lando, then lowered his voice. "Can you please not flirt with my friends in their workplace?"
"I'm networking."
"That's not networking!"
"Fine, I'm shooting my shot. Is that better?"
Charles looked like he wanted to scream. "He's my friend!"
"So I have good taste. It runs in the family." She patted his chest. "Relax, Charlie. I'm just having fun. Besides, Lando doesn't seem to mind." She looked past Charles to where Lando was definitely listening while pretending not to. "Do you, Lando?"
Lando knew the correct answer. The safe answer. The answer that would preserve his friendship with Charles and prevent any awkwardness.
"I mean, the coffee's good," he said instead.
Charles turned to glare at him. "You're not helping."
"I'm just being honest!"
"Be less honest!" Charles turned back to Y/N. "You. Ferrari motorhome. Now."
"So demanding," Y/N sighed. "Fine. But for the record, I'm an adult and you can't actually tell me what to do." She wiggled her fingers at Lando. "Bye, Lando. Love watching you work."
After they left, one of the mechanics sidled up to Lando. "Mate, Charles is going to murder you."
"Probably," Lando agreed, taking a sip of the coffee. "But did you see his face? Totally worth it."
—
In the Ferrari motorhome, Charles was pacing while Y/N sat on the couch, examining her nails.
"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Charles demanded.
"I'm trying to get laid, actually, but sure, let's make it about you."
"Y/N!"
"What?" She looked up at him. "You're acting like I'm doing something crazy. I think Lando's hot. I'm making my interest known. This is normal human behavior."
"Not in the paddock! Not with my friends! Not-" He gestured frantically. "Not like that!"
"Like what?"
"Like you're... you're..." Charles struggled. "You told him you wanted to see his downward dog!"
"I do. I bet he's very bendy."
Charles made a noise like a dying animal. "Please. Please, Y/N. Have mercy on me."
"Charlie." She stood up, her expression softening slightly. "I love you. You're my big brother and you're amazing. But you don't get to police who I'm attracted to or how I express that attraction."
"I'm not trying to police you, I'm trying to save myself from having to hear my baby sister talk about-" He shuddered. "I can't even say it."
"Sex?" Y/N supplied helpfully.
"Stop!"
"Charles, I'm going to say this once: I like Lando. He's funny, he's cute, and he seems into it. I'm going to continue shooting my shot. You can either accept that or spend the whole weekend stressed." She headed for the door, then paused. "Also, for what it's worth? He has really nice hands. Like, really nice. I bet he's great at—"
"GET OUT!"
Y/N's laughter echoed down the hallway.
—
That night, Lando was heading back to his hotel room after dinner when he heard his name. He turned to find Y/N leaning against the wall near his door, wearing a little black dress that made his brain short-circuit slightly.
"Do you just... lurk in hallways?" he asked.
"Only when I'm hunting," she said with a grin. "Good dinner?"
"It was fine. How did you know which room was mine?"
"I have my ways." She pushed off the wall, moving closer. "Want to know a secret?"
"I feel like I shouldn't say yes to that."
"Charles's room is two doors down."
Lando's eyes widened. "Why would you tell me that?"
"Because I think it's funny how nervous it makes you." She was close enough now that he could smell her perfume. "You're not actually scared of my brother, are you?"
"Terrified," Lando admitted. "He's very intense when he wants to be."
"So am I." Her voice dropped lower. "When I want something."
"Y/N..." Lando's voice came out rougher than intended. "What are you doing?"
"Right now? Trying to figure out if you're interested or just being polite because I'm Charles's sister."
"Can't it be both?"
She laughed, the sound genuine and warm. "I like you, Lando. You're funny. You don't take yourself too seriously. And you've got this whole thing-" She gestured vaguely at him. "—that really works for me."
"What thing?"
"The slightly chaotic, definitely charming, probably-trouble-but-in-a-fun-way thing."
"That's a lot of hyphens."
"You're deflecting."
"I'm processing," Lando corrected. "Your brother is two doors down, you're standing here looking like that, and I'm trying to figure out if this is a test."
"It's not a test. It's an invitation."
"To?"
"Whatever you want it to be." She stepped back, giving him space. "But no pressure. I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable. I just wanted you to know that I'm genuinely interested. Not just messing around to annoy Charles, though that's a fun bonus."
Lando studied her for a moment. She was beautiful, obviously, but there was something else-a confidence, a directness that he found incredibly attractive. "You're serious."
"Completely."
"And you don't care that Charles might actually kill me?"
"He won't. He'll threaten to, but he won't." She smiled. "Besides, I'm very good at protecting what's mine."
"I'm yours now?"
"Not yet. But I'm patient." She started walking backward down the hall. "Sleep well, Norris. Dream of me."
"You're ridiculous," he called after her.
"You're smiling!"
He was. He really, really was.
—
The team dinner the following night was supposed to be a nice, civilized affair. Key word: supposed.
Lando arrived to find Y/N already seated, strategically positioned between an empty chair (which he suspected was meant for him) and across from Charles and her other brother—Arthur, who looked equally uncomfortable.
"Lando!" Y/N brightened. "Saved you a seat."
Charles's fork clattered against his plate.
"Thanks," Lando said, because what else could he do? He sat down, very aware of Charles's death stare from across the table.
"So," Y/N said conversationally as she reached for her wine, "Lando, I was thinking about what you said earlier about racing lines."
He hadn't said anything about racing lines.
"About how important it is to find the right entry point?" she continued innocently.
Arthur choked on his water.
"And how you have to be patient, wait for the right moment, and then commit fully once you're sure?"
"Y/N," Charles said warningly.
"What? I'm talking about racing." She turned to Lando. "Isn't that what you said?"
Lando was trying so hard not to laugh. "I... might have said something like that."
"I thought so. It's good advice. Applicable to lots of situations." She took a sip of wine. "Like overtaking, for example. You have to be confident, decisive. Really go for the gap."
"Oh my God," Arthur muttered.
"And the way you handle pressure," Y/N continued, her expression perfectly innocent. "Very impressive. You stay so calm even when things get intense. That's a valuable skill."
Charles was gripping his fork like a weapon.
"Some people fall apart under pressure," she mused. "But you? You seem like you'd be very... composed. Very focused. Even in high-stress situations."
"Y/N, I swear to God-" Charles started.
"What? I'm complimenting his driving!" She looked around the table. "Why is everyone being weird?"
"You know exactly why," Arthur said.
"Do I?" She turned back to Lando, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Lando, do you feel uncomfortable?"
He should say yes. He should absolutely say yes.
"I feel like I'm in danger," he said instead, "but not uncomfortable."
Y/N's smile was radiant. "See? He's fine."
"I'm not fine," Charles interjected. "None of this is fine."
"Charlie, you need to relax. You're going to give yourself an ulcer." Y/N reached for the bread basket. "Besides, I'm just making conversation. If your mind is going somewhere inappropriate, that's on you."
"My mind isn't-you're deliberately-" Charles looked at Arthur for support.
Arthur held up his hands. "I'm staying out of this."
"Coward," Charles muttered.
The dinner continued in much the same fashion, with Y/N making increasingly suggestive comments disguised as innocent observations, Charles slowly dying inside, Arthur pretending to be invisible, and Lando caught between amusement and genuine fear for his life.
By the time dessert arrived, Charles looked like he'd aged another five years.
"You know what I appreciate about you, Lando?" Y/N said, scraping the last of her tiramisu from the plate.
"I'm almost afraid to ask," Lando admitted.
"You've got a great sense of humor. You don't take things too seriously. Life's too short to be uptight all the time." She glanced meaningfully at Charles. "Some people could learn from that."
"Some people don't have to watch their baby sister openly flirt with their friends," Charles shot back.
"I'm not a baby, I'm twenty-three."
"You're still my baby sister!"
"That's a you problem, not a me problem."
Arthur stood up abruptly. "I'm going to the bathroom. For a long time. Maybe forever."
After he left, Y/N leaned closer to Lando. "Want to get out of here? There's a club nearby. Much better atmosphere than... this." She gestured at Charles's miserable face.
"I don't think that's a good idea," Lando said, even as he was already mentally saying yes.
"It's a great idea. Charles can come too if he wants to chaperone."
"I'm not chaperoning anything," Charles said firmly. "I'm going back to the hotel to drink and forget this dinner happened."
"Your loss." Y/N stood, smoothing down her dress. "Lando?"
He looked at Charles, who was shaking his head frantically. Then he looked at Y/N, who was smiling like she'd already won.
"One drink," Lando said, standing up.
Charles dropped his head into his hands. "I need new friends."
—
The club was packed, the music loud enough to feel in your chest. Y/N had dragged Lando straight to the VIP section, where several other drivers and their friends were already celebrating the weekend.
"Want a drink?" she asked, leaning close to be heard over the music.
"I'll get them," Lando offered.
"Such a gentleman." She touched his arm. "Vodka soda, please."
When he returned with their drinks, she'd claimed a small section of the couch. He sat next to her, very aware of how close they were.
"So," she said, taking a sip of her drink, "are we going to keep dancing around this, or are you going to admit you're interested?"
"Pretty sure of yourself."
"I am. But I'm also right." She angled toward him. "You've been flirting back all weekend."
"I've been trying not to die."
"You can do both." She set her drink down. "Dance with me."
"That's not a question."
"No, it's not."
On the dance floor, with the music pounding and the lights flashing, things felt different. Less performative. More real.
"Can I ask you something?" Lando said, his hands on her waist.
"Anything."
"Is this really just to mess with Charles, or...?"
Y/N's expression softened. "You think I'd put this much effort in just to annoy my brother? I mean, it's a fantastic bonus, don't get me wrong. But no." She looped her arms around his neck. "I think you're genuinely great. You're funny, you're talented, you don't take yourself too seriously. And you're hot, which doesn't hurt."
"Very romantic."
"I'm not trying to be romantic. I'm trying to be honest." She bit her lip. "I like you, Lando. For real. Not as a joke, not as a game. I like you."
Something in Lando's chest loosened. "I like you too. Even though you're absolutely insane."
"Especially because I'm insane," she corrected.
"That too." He pulled her closer. "Your brother really is going to kill me."
"Probably. But what a way to go."
"You're terrible."
"You like it."
"I really do."
She kissed him then, and it was nothing like the careful, tentative first kisses he'd had before. This was confident, sure, a little bit reckless-exactly like her.
When they broke apart, she was grinning. "So, was it worth the risk?"
"Ask me after I survive the week."
"Y/N MARIE LECLERC!"
They both turned to find Charles and Arthur standing at the edge of the dance floor, looking like avenging angels.
"Oh shit," Lando muttered.
"Relax." Y/N didn't even look concerned. "Charlie! Arthur! Want to dance?"
"We want to talk," Charles said, his voice tight. "Now."
They moved to a quieter corner, though 'quiet' was relative. Charles looked like he was vibrating with the effort of staying calm.
"Are you serious right now?" he demanded, looking between them.
"Very," Y/N said simply.
"You—" Charles pointed at Lando. "You kissed my sister."
"Technically, she kissed me."
"NOT HELPING!"
"Charles." Y/N stepped forward. "I'm an adult. Lando's an adult. We like each other. You don't get a vote."
"He's my friend!"
"And I'm your sister. So either you accept this, or you spend the next however-long being miserable while we date anyway." She crossed her arms. "Your choice."
Charles looked at Arthur, who shrugged. "She's got a point."
"You're supposed to be on my side!"
"I am on your side. I'm also a realist." Arthur clapped Charles on the shoulder. "She's going to do what she wants. She always does."
Charles turned back to them, his expression pained. "I can't believe this is happening."
"Believe it," Y/N said cheerfully. "Oh, and Charlie? You might want to invest in noise-canceling headphones. Hotel walls are thin."
"Y/N!" Charles looked genuinely horrified.
"I'm kidding! Mostly." She grabbed Lando's hand. "Come on, let's get another drink."
As they walked away, Lando heard Arthur say, "At least she's happy?"
And Charles's response: "I hate everything."
Lando looked down at Y/N, who was grinning like she'd won the lottery. "You're going to be the death of me."
"Yeah," she agreed happily. "But you're going to have fun dying."
Clingy drunk!reader who the second a drop of alcohol enters your system you need to be attached to one of the boys.
They know you’ve nose dived past tipsy when you tip sideways and land your head in Gaz’s lap, a little too hard.
“Oof—!” Kyle flinches up for a second at the impact, “careful, honey.”
“Sorry,” you smush your cheek into his thigh, hand coming up to fumble around blind for his hand. When you finally find it you forcefully move it to be on your head.
He knows his cue, his hand moving to caress your head without your aid. You instantly melt further into him and hum in content.
John smirks in amusement and continues sipping from his beer, Johnny just smiles as Simon rolls his eyes fondly. They like to take bets on how many drinks you’ll go before succumbing to the clingy urges—tonight it was 5.
They let the silence linger for a while before Johnny breaks it. “Anyone want’a play cards?” He suggests smugly.
Kyle looks up from where he was playing with your hair to glare at him. You have a sort of drunken routine and Johnny knows the suggestion of cards will get you up off Kyle, and clinging to Johnny instead. All part of his master plan.
Right on time, you shoot off of Kyle, an excited look in your eyes.
“Yes! I’m on Johnny’s team.” You declare.
You loved being on a team with Johnny because most times when you played cards you were drunk off your ass and would not win, but Johnny was so good at cards it didn’t matter.
It was stupid because no one else was in teams…you just freeloaded off Johnny and bragged like you had won the game yourself, but the guys put up with it. It really wasn’t “put up with”…they would kill for you. Letting you brag about a card game was the least of what they’d do for you. Besides, they liked to see the smug smile and receive your teases.
Even if they did care, Johnny would force them to let it happen, because when you were checked out “winning the game,” you would wrap yourself around Johnny, trying to steal his warmth as he worked to win the game for you both. Which was a situation Johnny deemed more than enough payment for your freeloading.
So, you plopped down beside Johnny as he shuffled the cards, arms wrapping around his bicep and cheek smushing up into his shoulder. It made it incredibly hard for him to continue his shuffling, but he didn’t say anything.
Kyle was still glaring as he sat across the table and collected his cards.
“Siiiiii…can you get me another shotttt…” you mumble against Johnny shoulder. You strategically waited until he stood to join cards so that he would have to comply.
He would get you whatever you wanted even if he was halfway around the world, but you felt clever this way.
He just grunted and went to the kitchen, returning with a shot glass filled with a clear liquid.
Simon shared a look with John, a small tilt of his head and an approving look from John verifying that the glass indeed just contained water.
You took it with a chaser and were none the wiser.
You spent the rest of the game practically falling asleep on Johnny’s shoulder, only waking up once he won to bravely announce your victory. And as such, you got to choose the movie.
You play your favorite, the one that you’ve forced them to watch hundreds of time and they’ve never complained about, before jumping onto the couch and plopping your back against Simon’s chest.
He’s so expansive that he makes the best pillow. You can let all your muscles relax and he’ll wrap his arms around you and make sure you stay upright, leaving you able to make his bicep into your pillow. Plus he’s incredibly warm, so all around, he’s your favorite movie companion.
You spend most of the movie in a half-asleep, comfy, drunken daze until the end credit music wakes you back up.
You yawn a little and extract yourself from Simon, crawling the short distance into John’s lap. Your legs straddle him and you wrap your arms around his neck because you know he’ll carry you to your room. He might stall a little just to hold you longer but you don’t notice…or care.
Finally he stands, hands supporting you as he lifts you away. “Alrigh’, swee’heart…up we get. I got you.”
He shares one last fond smile with the boys before he takes you back to your room.
Drunk you might be a little closer to admitting your feelings for them than sober you is, so all things considered…they don’t hate when you’re drunk.
I love how you write age regression, especially for a regressed reader.
What if after the gas incident, Price noticed that the gas gave the reader a well needed break and later he notices that they desperately need that break again. He calls the reader and Simon for a meeting, telling Simon to bring all the stuff they had for the reader's regression (I think Simon would secretly have it ready at all times, just out of hope). Price essentially orders the reader to regress and orders Simon to be their caregiver. Obviously reader doesn't like the idea at first and tries to resist, but after the box is taken out, forcefully changed into the clothes from said box, a pacifier is forced into their mouth, and Simon holds them, they start to slip on their own, but not very confidently. Everyone else was briefed about this being the first time for their regressing naturally, so the second the guys see them the reader's all embarrassed, but the guys are just giving so much positive reinforcement.
You've been on edge lately. Ever since inhaling the gas and coming back to yourself, it's like you threw yourself back into your work. Not because you were excited to be back, but because you had something to prove. You weren't, and wouldn't, be weak, and you wouldn't be coddled.
Price understood the need to bounce back quickly, but he kept an eye on you during the process. You were getting snappy with the team, staying up late to train or finish paperwork, and you weren't eating enough. You couldn't seem bothered with the mess hall most days. Price knew Simon still had the things from the incident.
Those two days had affected Simon more than he let on to everyone except Price. It wasn't just that you relied on him but that you had felt safe with him. When you woke up crying in the night, you calmed when he held you. When things were confusing or upsetting to you, he was the one you searched for. No one had ever looked at him and decided he would he safe enough to talk to, let alone be soothed by.
He wanted that feeling back, but he wanted you to feel better more. "Forcing the issue might not work, Sir."
"They aren't gonna talk about it on their own. Stubborn, like us. That's why they fit in." Price reminds him, looking through the box of items. There were new items, still in packages that he knew Simon didn't have when you were gassed. He holds up the pacifiers still in the plastic wrap with a raised brow.
"I've been hoping that they'd come on their own." Simon confesses, staring at the pacifiers longingly.
"You wanted another chance to take care of someone. You want a baby."
"I want them." Simon's firm about that, and Price let's the pacifiers drop back into the box.
You came into the office only a few minutes later, eyes falling to the box immediately. "Why do you still have that stuff?" Your tone was immediately accusatory as you kept yourself close to the door.
"You may not be regressed because of the gas, but you need an outlet. We all do. You haven't been choosing one. We need to help you if you aren't going to help yourself." Price explains immediately as he picks up one of the soft pajama sets you'd worn. "Just a few days."
You look over at Simon, knowing that he wouldn't give anything away, but he wouldn't even look at you. "Are you in on this!?" You step away from Price when he approaches. "I'm not going to be a baby for anyone. I don't need to be." You insist, face burning in embarrassment as Simon moves in faster than you can react.
"I'll take care of you. You're safe with me, alright?" You let out a near snarl at his words as Simon and Price easily get you out of your uniform. The worst part is that you did feel safe with him, even as he stepped over your boundary. He wasn't hurting you, and he didn't want to.
He just wanted to take care of you, and you wanted him to, deep deep down, you wanted to. Simon gets the sweatpants up your legs, ignoring your palm pushing at his face angrily. "You need to settle down, leach. Price is going to make you a bottle."
"Get your hands off of me!" You try to kick him in the chest, but he easily pins your leg, grabbing your pacifier to shove into your mouth. You glare up at him, tears brimming your eyes as your face burns even hotter.
"Don't cry, leach... You know I'll take care of you." He assures as you start to sniffle and cry. "What's wrong, mm? What's with the tears?" He whispers as he gathers you into his arms. He's surprised you don't immediately spit out your pacifier, just burying your face into his shoulder.
You didn't want to cry, but you couldn't help it. A warm fuzzy cloud took over all the defenses you so carefully crafted, releasing everything that had been slowly building up. Simon gently bounces you as he sways, talking quietly in your ear. You could barely hear him over the sound of your sobs, whining when you notice other voices in the mix.
"Don't touch my baby, Kyle." Simon growls softly, shifting you away from Kyle's prying hands. "They're upset right now. Need to let it out."
"You're a baby hog, Simon." Kyle huffs, but he doesn't push because he could tell you were really upset.
"Hey, got the bottle." Price hands over the warm milk with a small smile, your head poking out excitedly when you hear the word. You sniffle when Simon plucks your pacifier out of your mouth but settle down when he rubs the bottles teet against your lips.
"That's it, wee thing... Feel better after that big cry?" Johnny coos as he gives your foot a playful tickle. "Get a full belly, yeah? No more tears." Simon chuckles a little when you grunt in protest and wiggle your foot away.
"Can I clean your face? Just real quick." Kyle coos as he holds up a tissue. You scrunch your nose angrily when he wipes up your cheeks, but hold still, nursing steadily from your bottle. "That's it. Are you feeling better, baby?" He coos as Simon gently steers you away from the group.
"You all are stressing out, my baby. Back up." Simon grunts protectively, though you're completely calm now. Johnny almost says something, but Price gives him a warning glare, making him shut his mouth. "Finish your bottle, then it's nap time, leach. You haven't been sleeping."
He gets a small protesting grunt, eyes narrowed at him, but he keeps the bottle firmly in your mouth. "Don't worry, baby. Papa isn't going anywhere."
Love your stepmom series, maybe how the kids and Maelar react to the reader being sick and they need to survive a week without her?
Sorry this look so long I’ve only just seen it, I need to start checking my inbox more often, thank you for reading my stories 🩵
Survival
“What do you mean she’s sick?” Daeron and Aerion ask in unison hoping their father is trying to make a joke for the first time. “Is she ok?”
“She’ll be fine, she just needs a few days of rest and quiet, so I thought we could all go fishing tomorrow.” Maekar says from his chair opposite the boys in the solar, hoping you recover quickly.
“All?” Daeron asks not wanting to go as he hates fishing. “Can’t I stay home? I’ll be quiet I promise.”
“No we’re all going.” Maekar says already prepared for his eldest’s protest. “Even Aegon.”
“Mama!” Little Aegon shouts crying in his nursemaids arms Aemon following behind reading a book not looking up until he tripes on a discarded toy. “Where mama?”
“I’m sorry m’lord he wouldn’t settle for bed and normally your lady wife reads to him, so he’s a bit out of sorts.” The nursemaid says not knowing what to do as routine had changed. “What would you like me to do?”
“It’s fine, I’m in charge for the next few days, I can read to him.” Maekar says taking his youngest son out the her arms. “Boys I’m doing story time.”
“Are you sure my lord?”
“Yes I’m sure.”
-
“How are the kids?” You ask in a weary voice feel horrible as your cocooned in the furs and blankets when your husband comes to check on you before he goes to sleep in the spare chambers. “I can help.”
“They were brilliant.” Maekar says lying through his teeth not wanting to you know it was only day one and he already felt like giving up. “I read to the children before bed and let them all have warm milk and biscuits, Aerion is even sleeping in his actual bed as opposed to his ‘dragon’ bed tonight, all is well.”
“How did you manage that?” You ask giving him a look when he sits on the bed, not wanting him to get sick.
“I’m just that good of a father, now rest.” He says kissing the top of your head not caring if you got him sick. Deliberately not mentioning he bribed the boy with a new dragon costume. “You’ll have a quiet day tomorrow as I’m taking all the children fishing.”
“All of them?” You ask slightly worried as Daeron hates fishing and Aemon would rather read a book on fishing than actually do it. “Daeron and Aemon can stay back if you want.”
“No, all the children are coming.” He says like it’s final. “You need rest and I’d like a day with the boys fishing.”
“Good luck then.” You say knowing it will end with someone crying, you just hope it’s not your husband. “Love you”
“Love you too.”
-
“Why did I do this?” Maekar mumbles to himself after the disaster of a fishing trip, Daeron fell in the river multiple times and ended up getting a cut on his leg and possibly spraying his ankle, Aerion thew Aemons book into the river and then bit into a raw fish and Aegon tried to eat a fish hook, luckily Aemon noticed and took it off the boy. All in all it could of gone better.
“Father? Can you slow down some of us are injured.” Daeron says walking with the guard as the back as the boy limped along, Maekar holding Aegon as Aemon and Aerion refused to talk to one other in the middle. “In fact can someone carry me? It hurts.”
“Fine.” Maekar says passing Aegon to one of the guards before walking over to his eldest and crouching in front of him. “Get on.”
“How come Daeron gets a piggyback ride?” Aerion asks not finding it fair as he wanted one to. “I’m the poorly one! Aemon said I was going to die!”
“You’re not going to die.” Maekar says momentarily regretting his choice to have children, as the boys keep bickering.
“He could, it could’ve been poisonous.” Aemon helpfully adds clearly still mad about his ruined book. “Mama was telling me about poisonous things.”
“I’m going to die!”
“All of you shut up.” Maekar says never thinking he’d be so happy to come back from fishing. “And don’t tell your mother.”
-
“Father your doing to wrong.” Aemon says sulking when Maekar tries to tuck the boy into bed and read him a book, all the children wanting separate bedtimes like normal. “It goes good night Aemon, good night Daeron, good night Aerion, good night Aegon, good night mama, good night papa, good night moon and good night sun, sleep well my little dragon we love you.”
“I’m sorry aemon, I’m trying.” Maekar says not knowing how you do this every night, it’s exhausting. “Shall I try again?”
“It’s fine, night night papa love you.”
“Love you to my sweet boy.”
-
“No!”
“Aerion please.” Maekar practically begs just wanting the boy to go to bed.
“No! I’m sleeping in the dragon pit!” The boys shouts wearing his dragon pajamas holding his dragon toy in his arms.
“We don’t have a dragon pit!”
-
“Mama!” Aegon cried desperately wanting his mother to hold him as Maekar tries bouncing the boy like you do, just waning him do stop crying. “Need mama!”
“Aegon please.” Maekar says after an hour of trying to comfort the crying boy almost thinking of admitting defeat and asking you to help.
“Do you need some help?” You ask from the doorway having just left Daeron who didn’t sprain his ankle he just twisted it, but he was feeling sorry for himself so he just wanted a cuddle when you went to check on him.
“My love? You’re meant to be resting.” Maekar says feeling guilty. “Go back to bed.”
“I’m feeling better and anyway I was missing my boys.” You say moving closer you your husband giving his a quick kiss before holding your arms out to take your crying baby from him. “Hello my baby boy, what’s got you all upset?”
“Miss you mama.” Egg say nuzzling his face into your shoulder.
Hiya, I really would love to see baelor marry again after a long time of being a widow and being a small family of 3 to then getting married to someone no one saw coming and no one thought he would marry and then they have two girls!
from 3 to 6 just like that. 🥹
and he's eldest daughter is soft spoken and stubborn and looks like mum but his youngest is a mini him but chaotic af.
absolutely love the way you write the family dynamic for markar
*flowers flowers*
The unexpected wife
This isn’t the best it’s just a compilation of small/cute moments in their lives.
1.7ish k of family fun, no death or sadness allowed and yes the game dragons is in reference to my Maekar ‘I don’t hate you’ fic, the Maekarlings do make an appearance or three.
“Really? Her?” Queen Myriah says to her eldest son, looking out at you playing tag with Matarys and Valarr. The young prince’s being full of energy given the weather. “She’s not even from an important family, are you absolutely certain?”
“I’m sure mother, I’ve married for politics before, let my second be for love.” Baelor responds from his chair next to her drinking some tea. A smile appears on his face at you picking up Matarys and spinning the boy around when you catch him.
“You love her?” His mother asks not expecting that answer, she thought he was marrying you for the company, having been widowed 5 years ago.
“Yes.” He says simply not having told you yet, waiting for the right time.
“The children?”
“I think their opinion is quite obvious.” He says with a laugh as Valarr tags you before running.
-
“Did you hear about lord Wetherbe? Apparently he’s spent his fortune on his mistress’s and he’s trying to marry off one of his daughters to fix the debt. Poor girl.” You say absentmindedly as you walk through the gardens with Baelor, having been spending more and more time with the prince and his sons over the past few moons. “I can’t say I’m surprised though-.”
“Marry me.” Baelor interrupts you to say what he’s been trying to do for the past hour as he drops to one knee. Holding out a beautiful ring.
“I - uh - yes.” You say in shock not expecting him to propose given his status as heir to the throne, content with just being his friend despite your love for him. “Are you sure? I mean I’m a minor lords daughter you can-.”
“I love you, I want you, but if you don’t want me.” He says softly as he stands holding your hand in his.
“I love you too.”
“May I kiss you then, my future queen?”
“Yes.” You say softly cupping his jaw as he kisses you. “You may my king.”
-
“Would you like to swap?” Maekar asks his brother a few days after the wedding, watching their wives entertain the children, Dyanna pregnant once again. The two men sat with the king in the gardens. “You take Daeron and Aerion and I have your two.”
“Not happening.” Baelor says smiling when his youngest runs over and climbs into his lap.
“Kepus, can I have cake?” Matarys asks, having already asked you for lemon cake but you said no.
“Not until after dinner.”
“Uncle Maekar? Can I have some lemon cake?”
“No.”
“Grandsire, may I have-.”
“Matarys, I said no.” Baelor says to his son as Aerion comes running over in his dragon costume tail swaying behind him.
“Oh don’t be mean Baelor.” King Daeron says cutting a slice of lemon cake and handing it to the boy. “He’s a growing prince, he needs his food.”
“Matty, you’re meant to be hiding from me.” The blonde boy says, crossing his arms over his chest wanting to play with his cousin. Daeron and Valarr sat with you and Dyanna playing cyvasse.
“I am, with cake.” The five year old smiles loving to tease his dragon obsessed cousin.
-
“Come to bed.” You tell your husband stood in the doorway watching your husband working in his solar late into the night.
“In a moment, I just need to finish this.” He says not looking up from a report about grain as you walk towards him.
“No, you need to cuddle your wife.” You say grabbing his chin to look at you, a smile on your face as you do so.
“I can do both.” He says placing his quill down and tapping his lap for you to join him. “This is nice.” He says kissing the top of your head holding you close. “I’m sorry for working so late.”
“I forgive you.”
-
“When did we get a baby?” Baelor asks with a grin when he enters your chambers to see you holding a baby Aemon.
“I offered to have him today so Dyanna could be with Daeron and Maekar has taken Aerion fishing.” You say bouncing the boy.
“And our two?” He asks dumping his book on the bedside table not thinking of the noise it would make.
“Valarr is with your father and Matarys is playing in his chambers.” You tell him, giving him a look when Aemon starts crying at the sudden noise.
“Oh don’t cry sweet boy, all is well.” Baelor says, taking the crying babe from your arms. Bouncing the boy and kissing his head. “There’s no need to cry.” He whispers to the boy before looking at you. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” You ask innocently loving the sight of your husband holding a baby.
“You’re staring.” He says a small smirk appearing on his lips knowing what you’re thinking. “What do you think of having one of our own?”
“I wouldn’t be opposed.” You say with a smirk tickling Aemons feet. “And Valarr asked for a sister anyway.”
“He did?” Baelor asks with a laugh not knowing the boy had asked.
-
“Where am I supposed to sleep?” Baelor asks after changing into his night clothes and seeing Matarys sleeping on his side of the bed.
“You could curl up by his feet.” You joke brushing some of the boys hair out of his face.
“Ha ha.” He says dryly coming over to your side of the bed to lay next to you. “What’s he doing in here? Is he alright?”
“He had a nightmare.” You tell him already knowing he’ll panic.
“Are you-.”
“Until Aerion turns into a giant worm and eats everyone I’m going to assume it’s a normal nightmare.” You interrupt calming his worries.
“A giant worm?”
“A giant worm.” You confirm trying to hide a laugh at the boys dream, not wanting to wake the sleeping boy up.
“You know what? I’m too tired to deal with that.” He says shaking his head in bewilderment before resting his hand on your growing bump. “How’s our girl?”
“We don’t know if it's a girl.” You remind him, both him and Valarr convinced your having a girl.
“Let’s say it’s a feeling.”
-
“Muña, can I have more chapters tonight?” Matarys asks, jumping on his bed full of sugar after spending the day with the king and indulging in lots of cake. “Oh and can we play dragons with the cousins tomorrow?”
“We’ll see.” You say to your bouncy boy as you pick up the book you’ve been reading to the boy every night. “Come on, enough jumping. Into bed.”
“Fine.” He fake humphs flopping into bed.
-
“How are you feeling?” Valarr asks, joining you in your bed as the maester has put you on bed rest. The boy brought some snacks and his favorite book with him. “Can you read to me?”
“I’d love to.” You say holding your arm out so he can cuddle into your side. “And I’m fine, just bored.”
“Does it hurt?” He asks touching where the baby was moving in you.
“Does what hurt?”
“When the babe moves.” He clarifies feeling the baby kick his hand.
“No, it feels weird and if she kicks me in the wrong spot it can hurt but it’s not that bad.”
“That’s good.” He says quietly, snuggling further into you when you kiss his head. “I love you.”
“I love you too my darling boy.”
-
“Boys, meet your little sister.” Baelor says leading the boys into your chambers, having given birth in the night, you decide to wait until morning for the boys to see you and the babe. “This is Visenya.”
“Are you ok muña?” Valarr asks you as Matarys climbs on the bed looking at his little sister in fascination.
“I’m fine my darling.” You say to your eldest as he gives you a gentle hug.
“Can we have cake for breakfast?”
“No, Matarys, we cannot have cake to break our fast.” Baelor says with a tired laugh you both having been up for hours.
“Why not? It’s Visenya’s name day!”
-
“How did you tell Maekar you were with child?” You ask Dyanna as her and Maekar were visiting with the children, having recently moved to summerhall. Aegon and Visenya sat on the floor playing with blocks together, as Daeron was attempting to read upside down on the sofa.
“Which time? With Daeron the maester told him, Aerion and Aemon I told him but with Aegon and this one he figured it out before I did, I’m assuming you’re with child?”
“I don’t know how to tell him, Visenya was planned so I didn't have to worry about telling him, what if he doesn’t want another?” You tell her slightly panicked. You know logically he’ll be happy, but that doesn’t take away the anxiety.
“Don’t be stupid.” Maekar says making you and Dyanna jump as you didn’t hear him enter. “He’s desperate for another.”
“Really?” You ask, perking up at the reassurance from his brother. “How do you know?”
“It’s obvious, he’s been giving you the look.” He says picking up Aegon from the floor as the little boy giggles.
“What look?”
“The please have my babies look.” He says rolling his eyes before noticing his eldest son, who was laying as still as possible. “Daeron, why aren’t you in the training yard with everyone else?”
“Egg and Visenya aren't in the training yard.”
“They are babies.”
“So am I.”
-
“She’s a tiny Valarr.” You say to your husband as you watch your six year old daughter, who looks almost like a copy of you but with her fathers eyes, play with daella. Both little girls having a tea party before the boys interrupted.
“What do you mean?” He asks, trying to hide a smile as Aegon steals Visenya’s tiara. Trying to get a reaction from the girl who just roles her eyes and keeps playing.
“She’s so soft spoken, but when she speaks everyone listens.”
“I suppose you’re right, would you say Maella is like Matarys?” Baelor ponders looking at his youngest son and daughter as they have a mud fight. Maella now four years old to Matarys’ eleven.
“What, chaos incarnate?”
“Are you talking about Aerion? If so he has been punished for the dragon pitt incident.” Maekar says, announcing his arrival, Dyanna following closely behind holding baby Rhae who’s sleeping in her arms.
“The what?” Baelor ask exasperated at what his nephew could have possibly been doing in the dragon pit. “And no we were talking about Matarys and Maella.”
“Please if you think they’re chaos I’d like to see you with mine, or just Aerion.” Maekar says stealing some cheese off Baelor’s plate. “That boys fucking weird.”
“Don’t be rude.” Dyanna tells her husband as she sits next to you, smiling at you when you pass her some grapes. “He’s just special.”
“How’s Rhae?” You asks changing the subject, looking down at the sleeping girl who was a surprise. Maekar swearing they were done with children after Daella, but he also said the same after Aegon and Aemon.
“She’s good, finally sleeping through the night.” Dyanna says before Aegon, Visenya and Daella appear in front of you.
now that baby Adeline is here, I’d love to hear about ilia navigating those first few days with a baby and the newborn phase!
Sleep? What’s that? Who’s he?
The first day home felt like a dream.
After two nights in the hospital, they finally walked through the front door carrying their daughter.
Their daughter.
Not a baby in an ultrasound picture. Not a tiny heartbeat on a monitor.
A real little girl. Eight pounds of perfection. Dark hair. Blue eyes. Tiny fingers. Tiny toes.Tiny everything.
Ilia kicked the door shut behind him and looked around their apartment before letting out a relieved breath.
“We made it.”
His girlfriend laughed softly.
“We made it.”
Adaline was sleeping in her car seat, completely unaware that she’d just changed their entire lives.
An hour later, the house was quiet.
Ilia stretched out on the couch with Adaline sleeping on his chest. She was curled into a little ball against him, her cheek pressed over his heart.
He stared down at her.
“She’s so small.”
His girlfriend smiled from the other end of the couch.
“She’s perfect.”
“She is.”
Neither of them looked away from her.
It felt impossible to.
Every little noise she made immediately got their attention.
Every twitch. Every sigh. Every tiny yawn.
Ilia couldn’t stop staring.
“Do you need anything?” he asked.
She hesitated.
“Could you help me take a shower actually?”
He stood up immediately.
“Of course I will.”
Carefully, he placed Adaline into her bassinet.
Then he leaned down and kissed his girlfriend’s forehead.
“Come on.”
The shower wasn’t anything special.
And somehow it meant everything.
Ilia gently washed her hair while she stood under the warm water.
His hands worked through the shampoo carefully.
“You okay?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Just tired.”
“Yeah.”
“Happy though.”
A smile spread across his face.
“Me too.”
After helping rinse her hair, he washed her back while she leaned against the tile.
When they finished, she wrapped herself in a towel and leaned against him.
“Thank you.”
“It’s what I’m here for, honey.”
Then…
A tiny cry echoed from the living room.
Both of them froze.
There it is.
Parent mode.
Instantly activated.
Ilia laughed.
“I got her.”
He kissed her quickly before jogging out of the bathroom.
When he reached the bassinet, Adaline was scrunching up her little face.
Her tiny fists were waving around.
“Hey, little princess.”
The second he picked her up, she settled.
Immediately.
Her eyes stayed closed.
She just sighed.
Ilia smiled.
“You dramatic little thing.”
The first day home was perfect.
Peaceful and Sweet.
They took a hundred pictures.
Talked about who she looked like.
Changed approximately seventeen diapers.
Watched her sleep.
Fed her.
Changed her again.
Watched her sleep some more.
Then nighttime arrived.
And everything changed.
At midnight, Adaline started crying. At one, she was still crying. At two, she was definitely still crying.
By three in the morning, both parents looked like they had aged ten years.
Ilia paced the living room. Rocking. Walking. Rocking. Walking.
His girlfriend nursed her. Burped her. Changed her. Held her. Sang to her…
Nothing worked.
Absolutely nothing.
At four in the morning, Adaline finally settled against Ilia’s chest.
He nearly cried from relief.
His girlfriend yawned.
“I’ll take her so you can sleep.”
Ilia looked horrified.
“Absolutely not.”
“Babe…”
“You gave birth 48 hours ago.”
He adjusted the baby higher on his shoulder.
“You rest.”
“But…”
“Nope.”
“Ilia.”
“Nope.”
She laughed tiredly.
“You’re stubborn.”
“So are you.”
Within thirty seconds of laying down, she was asleep.
Completely asleep.
Ilia smiled softly.
Then looked down at the tiny baby in his arms.
“You and me, kid.”
Adaline made a sleepy squeak.
He chuckled.
“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
The next morning, he felt like he hadn’t slept at all.
Because he basically hadn’t.
Still, he made breakfast while holding Adaline.
She slept through the entire thing.
One arm supporting the baby.
One arm flipping pancakes.
His girlfriend walked into the kitchen and immediately stopped.
“What are you doing?”
“Making breakfast.”
“You’re holding a baby.”
“She’s supervising.”
Adaline yawned.
His girlfriend laughed.
“Oh yeah. Very helpful.”
Over the next few days they learned newborn life.
Which mostly consisted of:
Sleeping.
Eating.
Changing diapers.
Trying to sleep.
Watching the baby sleep.
Talking about the baby.
Taking pictures of the baby.
Then watching her sleep again.
Sometimes Adaline would stretch her tiny arms above her head and both parents would immediately melt.
Sometimes she’d smile in her sleep.
“She smiled at me.”
“That’s gas.”
“No it wasn’t.”
“It was definitely gas.”
“It was love.”
“Gas.”
Nighttime remained the enemy.
Every evening around sunset, Adaline transformed into a tiny screaming potato.
A very cute screaming potato.
But still.
A screaming potato.
One morning after another rough night, Ilia sat at the kitchen table staring at his daughter.
She was asleep.
Again.
Like nothing had happened.
He rubbed his face.
“How can a beautiful little baby scream so loud?”
His girlfriend looked over from the couch.
“I don’t know.”
She smiled.
“But she looks just like you, and that makes it worth it.”
Ilia immediately grinned.
Then walked over and kissed her.
When he looked back down at Adaline, his expression softened.
Eight pounds. Blue eyes. Dark hair. Rosy cheeks.
She really was adorable.
Even if she screamed like a fire alarm.
Five days in, exhaustion hit him like a truck.
He finally told his girlfriend he was going to the grocery store.
Which was true.
Mostly.
Because first he did go get groceries…Then he stopped at his parents’ house.
His father opened the door.
One look at Ilia’s face and he burst out laughing.
“You look like a father, son.”
Ilia groaned.
“Thanks.”
His mother appeared behind him.
“How are my girls?”
“They’re good.”
“Tired?”
“Very.”
His mom smiled knowingly.
“So are you.”
He nodded.
Then quietly asked,
“Can I take a five minute nap?”
His parents laughed.
“I swear every single time I close my eyes she screams.”
His dad nearly doubled over.
“Only me. She lets her mom sleep.”
“Come in,” his mom said.
“Go sleep.”
Five minutes turned into five hours.
Meanwhile, his mom had gone to help.
She arrived carrying groceries.
His girlfriend smiled.
“Hey.”
“Hey beautiful girl.”
His mom hugged her carefully.
“How are you feeling?”
“Happy and exhausted.”
His mom chuckled.
“Sounds about right.”
For the next several hours she cleaned.
Organized the nursery.
Changed sheets.
Folded laundry.
Held Adaline while the new mom showered.
Then her own mother arrived with food.
Fresh meals.
Braided hair.
Mopped floors.
Helped with the baby.
Between the two grandmothers, the house looked better than it had before the baby was born.
Back at his parents’ house, Ilia suddenly sat upright on the couch.
Panicked.
His mother stood over him.
“Crap!”
He looked at the clock.
“Shit !”
“Language.”
“How long was I asleep?”
She laughed.
“Five hours.”
His eyes widened.
“NO.”
He jumped up.
“No no no no.”
“Ilia…”
“I’m the worst.”
His shoes were already on.
“She needs me.”
Then he was out the door.
He practically ran into the house.
“Baby!”
His girlfriend looked up from the couch.
Adaline was sleeping peacefully in her arms.
“Baby, I’m so sorry.”
She blinked.
“What?”
“I shouldn’t have taken that nap.”
He sat beside her immediately.
“I’m here.”
“I don’t want you to feel alone.”
She smiled.
Then kissed him.
“I wasn’t alone.”
He looked confused.
She nodded toward the baby.
“I had her.”
His expression softened.
“I know but…”
“And our moms came.”
“What?”
“They cleaned.”
“Oh.”
“They cooked.”
“Oh.”
“They took care of me.”
“Oh.”
She smiled.
“It’s okay that you rested.”
His eyes became suspiciously shiny.
“How do you do it?”
She frowned.
“Do what?”
“This.”
He gestured helplessly.
“Five days.”
His voice cracked slightly.
“I’m exhausted.”
He looked down.
“I feel like I’m failing both of you.”
Her heart broke.
She reached for his hand.
“Ilia.”
“No, really.”
He swallowed hard.
“You stay so calm.”
“You look beautiful.”
“You know what you’re doing.”
She immediately shook her head.
“I absolutely do not know what I’m doing.”
That made him laugh.
Then she leaned forward and kissed him.
“But it’s because I have you.”
He blinked.
“Really?”
“Really.”
She squeezed his hand.
“You hold her so I can sleep.”
“You rub my back when we’re trying to get her to settle.”
“You wash my hair.”
“You change diapers.”
“You make food.”
“You love us.”
Tears threatened to form in his eyes.
“You’re doing everything.”
Her voice softened.
“And I love you.”
A smile finally appeared.
Small.
But real.
“I love you too.”
Right then Adaline began whining.
Not crying.
Just whining.
A tiny little sound.
Her mother smiled instantly.
“Oh.”
“What?”
“That’s the ‘I want my dad’ cry.”
Ilia laughed.
“No it isn’t.”
“It is.”
She carefully handed over the baby.
The second Adaline settled against his chest, she let out the sweetest little sigh.
Then immediately fell back asleep.
Silence.
His girlfriend raised an eyebrow.
“Told you.”
Ilia stared down at his daughter.
His daughter.
The tiny little girl who somehow knew exactly where her dad was.
He kissed the top of her dark hair.
“Hi, princess.”
Adaline twitched closer.
And for the first time all week, Ilia didn’t think about how tired he was.
He didn’t think about the crying.
Or the diapers.
Or the sleepless nights.
He only looked at the two girls he loved most in the world.
His girlfriend curled against his side.
Adaline slept on his chest.
And as the evening sun filtered through the window, the apartment felt warm and peaceful.
Perfect. Messy. Exhausting. Beautiful.
Home.
And though neither of them knew it yet, years later they would look back on those impossible newborn days…the endless diapers, the midnight rocking, the tears and exhaustion…and miss them more than they ever thought possible.
Because those long nights had given them something precious.
