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hi. this is a new account.

my previous account (@feliciasharpclaws) was compromised after a scam and i lost all access to it. so now, this will be my space.

everything was originally posted on my blog @feliciasharpclaws; i’ll be uploading again all of my works here and it will also be uploaded on ao3 (@feliciasharpclaws).

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the illusion of us | bosco leroy

pairing: bosco leroy x implied singer! female reader

this post conteins: a bit of angst, fluff, language, normal NYSM crime, mild violence, heist scenes, comfort and sexual tension, bad grammar (?).

note: hiii so dominic sessa hello, i was not aware of your magician game?? bosco's an asshole but a good looking asshole, he started looking a bit fine on NYSMNYD; this was slightly inspired by Remember the Time of Michael Jackson & Where is my Husband of Raye, it's a bit short but i hope you enjoy it.

originally posted on @/feliciasharpclaws.

The scent of expensive perfume and chilled champagne at Veronika’s gala had always felt suffocating to you, but tonight, under the scrutiny of the criminal and social elite, it felt like a battlefield. You wore a silk gown that clung to your body like a second skin, and every diamond around your neck felt as heavy as the secret you were harboring: you weren’t here for the party; you were here for a sharp-eyed magician who had broken your heart without ever even putting a name to what you had.

Daniel Atlas had contacted you under the table. He knew your fame as the "it-girl" of the music industry —with eight hits currently dominating the Billboard 100— was the perfect smoke screen. What Danny didn't tell you, or perhaps what he simply assumed you could handle, was that Bosco Leroy would be watching you from the shadows.

Now you glided through the ballroom, greeting Veronika with practiced grace. Veronika looked at you with a mixture of envy and fascination.

"I’m surprised you accepted the invitation, darling" she remarked, adjusting a ring that cost more than most houses in New Jersey. "You don’t seem like the type of woman who enjoys... these kinds of circles."

You let out a light laugh, the one you’d practiced for interviews, yet it held that genuine tint that used to disarm Bosco years ago.

"Well, Veronika, you know what they say... diamonds are a girl's best friend," you replied, and both of you shared a laugh that echoed against the vaulted ceiling.

A few yards away, hidden behind a round column while scouting the guards, Bosco Leroy froze. That sound. It didn’t matter how much time passed or how many cities he ran through while fleeing his past; that laugh was his anchor and his undoing.

"She looks like your ex." Charlie’s voice in his earpiece was like a bucket of ice water. "Wait... is she your ex?"

"I don’t know... well, yeah. We’re never really—" Bosco sighed, straightening his silk cuffs, trying to keep his hands from shaking. "I have no idea why she would be here." 

"Well, your 'not ex' has like... eight songs in the Top 25 right now." June scoffed, with an unimpressed tone.

Atlas chimed in, his tone heavy and filled with his usual arrogance. "She's our cover. Move it, Leroy. She’s doing her part, now do yours."

But Bosco was no longer listening to Danny. His eyes desperately searched for your silhouette in the crowd. Seeing the way you glowed under the lights brought back memories he’d tried to bury under thousands of card tricks.

He remembered that time.

Not in this glamorous gala, but in a dark, sweaty New York club years ago. Back then, you were both dropouts with broken dreams. You’d sit at the bar, frustrated with classical scores, and he’d approach you with a worn-out deck of cards. He had made you laugh when you needed it most. He showed you how to make a coin appear behind your ear and called you sweetheart for the first time.

There was never a formal proposal, never any labels. You were just two drifting souls who felt at home when you were together. He was your man, you were his girl and the world didn't need to know more... until it wasn't enough anymore.

The transition from glamour to chaos was instantaneous. The moment Daniel Atlas started speaking on top of a table and the Vanderberg Heart Diamond had appeared on his hand from its display, the ballroom turned into a hornet's nest. Veronika’s screams, ordering the doors to be locked, mingled with the sounds of the unfolding brawl.

You knew you had to leave. Your job as a distraction was over. You slipped toward the emergency exits before security could lockdown the perimeter, but just as the cold pier air hit your lungs, a firm hand pulled you into the shadows of a side hall.

"Let me go!" you hissed, ready to use your clutch as a weapon, until you saw the dark suit jacket and Bosco’s frantic face.

"It’s me, it’s me," he panted. His eyes scanned your face as if he were trying to memorize you all over again. "You have to come with me. The boat is about to leave and Danny won't leave you behind if the police move in."

"Danny? How do you know about Danny? You knew he called me?" you confronted him, feeling rage and nostalgia collide in your chest.

"I didn't know until I saw you walk in," he confessed, taking your hand with an urgency that allowed no argument. "Let’s go, sweetheart. Please."

You ran down the pier as the Antwerp police sirens began to wail in the distance. You leaped onto the boat just as the engine roared to life, pulling you away from the gala and the disaster behind.

The boat cut through the dark water. While the now four Horsemen, along with June and Charlie, were comparing the tarot cards they had received from the Eye and figuring out what to do next, you stayed on the aft deck, watching the coastline disappear. The cold beginning to bite through your silk dress.

Bosco appeared behind you. He didn't say anything at first; he just draped his blazer over your shoulders. The weight of the garment and his familiar scent nearly moved you to tears.

"I spent three years trying not to hear your songs on the radio," Bosco said, his voice barely a whisper over the engine noise. "But it’s impossible. You’re everywhere."

You turned to look at him. He looked tired, but his eyes were full of a devotion he’d never dared to show before. He looked like someone who had realized far too late that the thing he let go of was the only thing that actually mattered.

"I tried to move on, Bosco," you admitted, your voice cracking. "I wrote those songs to get you out of my system. I convinced myself you were just a 'failed situationship', a post Julliard mistake. But then I see you... and I realize I’m still looking for the magician who made me laugh in that dive bar."

Bosco took a step toward you, closing the gap. His hands, always so skilled at deception, now searched for your face with brutal honesty.

"I was a coward. I thought if I didn't ask you to be my girlfriend, I wouldn't lose you if I failed at life. But I failed anyway because I didn't have you by my side."

"And now?" you challenged him. "Are you going to disappear again the moment the boat docks?"

"No," he answered firmly, your foreheads touching. "I’m not just a dropout hiding anymore. I’m a Horseman. And if you’ll let me... I would like to be something more."

Their final show at Abu Dhabi, days later, went off perfectly. The whole world was talking about the magicians who had outsmarted the system once again. But while the team celebrated in Charlie, June, and Bosco's hideout, he pulled you away from the group.

He handed you a small box —not the kind that held stolen diamonds, but a simple, elegant one. Inside, there was no magic trick, but a plain, beautiful ring.

"Danny told me you did a great job as a distraction," Bosco said, smirking with that playful spark you loved so much. "But I don't want you to be my 'distraction' or my 'ex' anymore. I want us to be official. And hopefully with time, you can finally find where your husband is."

You laughed, this time without any masks, throwing your arms around his neck. "So I just needed to throw hints on my songs and eight Billboard hits later, you finally made up your mind, Leroy."

"Sweetheart, I’m a little slow with the tricks that actually matter," he murmured before kissing you, finally sealing what you both had known since that first day at the bar: that the greatest magic trick wasn't disappearing —it was staying.

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vows of the dead | isaac night

pairing: corpse husband! isaac night x accidental bride! reader

a/n: hi guys. i, for the first time, watched tim burtons corpse bride and really liked it, also i already kinda knew what it was about. but i think that for an isaac one shot it's perfect. also this is quite short but hope u like it!.

originally posted on @feliciasharpclaws

1995 —Nevermore Academy, Vermont, USA.

The bells of the courtyard clock struck midnight. Simultaneously, the vast, dense surrounding forest, enveloped in an ethereal, almost supernatural bluish mist that drifted among the trees, seemed to hold its breath, immersed in an expectant silence and charged with an almost palpable atmosphere of anticipation. Nights at the enigmatic Nevermore Academy, a place where the extraordinary was the norm, always harbored a myriad of unspeakable secrets, hidden whispers, and mysteries woven in the shadows. This setting created an atmosphere ripe for the hidden to manifest itself. Nights at Nevermore always held secrets.

She no longer wanted to be there, not only in Nevermore but in the world, but she knew that her love for her parents was too great to resist, even though they had betrothed her to the heir of a Romanian vampire dynasty.

The young woman was a senior from an impressive family. Her mother was a powerful blood witch who, after a bad spell, decided never to touch human blood again, and her father could manipulate the bones of any living being at will, which allowed him to become a great doctor.

The young woman had slipped out of her room with a notebook in her hand. On the page marked with black tape were the vows she had been silently practicing for weeks. They weren't real, of course; they were part of an assignment her drama teacher, Alma Meryweather, had given her. They were just a romantic fantasy, she told herself. Just words. Just a theatrical exercise. Nothing more.

She stopped beside the old skull tree, where the roots at its base intertwined and were shaped like ancient fingers. The moon reflected in a ring she had borrowed from the old laboratory in Iago Tower, which had once belonged to Isaac Night, the young genius who had died five years earlier in the explosion.

She held it between her fingers and smiled faintly, repeating her words:

"With this hand, I will hold your desires. Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine..." Her eyes lingered for a moment on a thin, twisted branch sprouting from the base of the tree. "With this candle, I will light your way in the darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine. And if death tries to separate us, I promise to bring back your soul." She took a step, raised her hand, and carefully slid the ring onto the thin branch, pretending to slip it onto her partner's finger.

The wind shifted. The ground trembled slightly, a whisper muffled by the leaves. The fog thickened, and the milky glow of the moon pierced through the roots. The ring, which seconds before had been just metal, glowed with a faint light. She stepped back, frightened, but it was too late.

An arm emerged from the ground.

The earth cracked open with a dry crunch, and a body slowly sat up, covered in dust and fragments of roots. The face was young and pale, and brown curls fell over his forehead.

“Where am I?” he whispered, his voice rasping and echoing.

She didn’t answer. She only managed to murmur one word, trembling, almost inaudible:

“Isaac Night…”

He blinked. He looked at her in bewilderment, then down at his own hands, still smudged with dirt, and on his finger, the ring she had just “placed” gleamed. He frowned, and his expression shifted to a mixture of bewilderment and mockery:

“Looks like I have a wife.”

“N-no,” she stammered, stepping back, “it wasn’t real, I was just… just practicing.”

He took a step forward, unsteady, still adjusting to a body that hadn’t felt a pulse in years.

“Practicing… with me? What a coincidence,” he murmured, with a half-smile that was more tragic than lively.

She swallowed.

“It wasn’t on purpose.”

Isaac tilted his head, analyzing each word.

“Of course… accidental promises are the most interesting.” He looked at his hands, watching as thin, pulsating red lines spread across his dead skin.

“Your energy… revives me. Fascinating.”

She took a step back.

“I’m not doing anything to you.”

"Oh, but you are" His voice softened, and for a moment, he seemed like the Isaac he once was. “I feel life moving between us. Blood, bone… contained decay. It’s beautiful.”

“This is wrong,” she murmured, trying to control the tremor in her voice. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I shouldn’t have worn the ring.”

Isaac watched her in silence, and then, without warning, his expression changed.

He was no longer the confused dead man, but the genius who had defied death.

"You can't deny what you did," he said calmly, taking another step. "You said the vows. You gave me a bond."

"It wasn't real!" she cried, her chest tight. "It was a task. They're just words."

He smiled wistfully.

"Words create worlds. Ask any god, or any scientist."

The air trembled. The roots of the skull tree stirred beneath them, and the mist swirled, forming a blue spiral between them. She felt how her power, that cursed gift of decay and blood, had no effect on him. It couldn't harm him.

"Why don't you die?" she asked, her anger barely contained.

"Because I already did," Isaac whispered, moving close enough so his voice grazed her ear. "But you gave me something that even death couldn't: purpose."

She clenched her fists.

“I don’t want to be a part of this. I don’t want to be one of your experiments.”

Isaac looked at her with something that seemed like understanding… or perhaps sadness.

“Then teach me how to leave you. Because since you uttered those vows, there’s no void I can return to without you.”

Silence stretched between them, thick, heavy with power and guilt. And the ring, that fragment of blackened iron, shone with a faint but constant blue glow, as if the universe were sealing the inevitable. Like a buried heart that remembered how to beat.

She watched him, her hands trembling and her eyes burning with fear.

“I can’t,” she whispered. “I can’t hold this.”

Isaac looked at her with his characteristic calm, a mixture of logic and tragedy.

“You’re not holding it,” he said gently. “You created it.”

“It was an accident!” she repeated, her voice rising.

The air around her began to distort; her powers reacted to the loss of control. The leaves blackened, the stems on the ground withered instantly.

Isaac frowned, watching the corruption swirl beneath his feet.

"Decay manipulation…" he murmured, almost with scientific admiration. "Extraordinary." He took a step forward. "Though I fear that if you continue to deny it, you'll end up rotting all of Nevermore."

She breathed heavily.

"You don't understand, Isaac. It's not about you, it's about what you do to me. I can't control it when you're around."

"That sounds like a shared problem." The slight smile, the same one he wore when he defied logic. "What if I told you I could help you contain it?"

She looked at him, confused, her heart about to break between rejection and curiosity.

"Why would you do that?"

Isaac lowered his gaze.

"Because you brought me back." And… because if I'm condemned to exist again, I'd rather do it with someone by my side than alone.

Silence fell. The tree's roots began to stir. First, as if breathing. Then, like hands searching.

"What's happening?" she asked, frightened.

Isaac studied the ground, analytical, his expression still cool.

"Your energy and mine are out of sync. The ring can't tell if you're alive or dead. It's trying to bring us into balance."

Before he could answer, the ground gave way. The mist rose, blue and silver, swallowing them in a vortex of light. The last image of the forest was the tree spreading its roots like a bridal veil. And then they fell.

But not into the void.

They fell onto ground covered in shimmering ash, beneath a starless sky. Nevermore, reflected in negative: the stained-glass windows of the towers glowed with inverted hues, the shadows moved as if they had form.

She straightened up with difficulty, trembling.

"Where... are we?"

Isaac knelt beside her, extending a hand. His eyes shone brighter than before, and his voice held a mixture of wonder and nostalgia.

"Between worlds. Where promises aren't broken, they just wait to be fulfilled."

She pulled his hand away roughly.

"Don't say that. I don't want to be here."

Isaac nodded slowly.

"I didn't want to either, the first time I died. But you know how it is: experiments go wrong, words become seals, and girls with blood powers end up summoning the dead with other people's rings."

She glared at him.

"Are you making fun of me?"

"A little," he replied, shrugging. His sardonic tone had returned, though his expression held sadness. "It's my defense mechanism." I've already experienced death once; I have no intention of going through another depression.

"It's not funny, Isaac."

"It isn't," he admitted, staring at her. "But neither is what you're feeling."

She looked at him, surprised.

"And what are you feeling?"

Isaac looked up at the empty sky.

"A throbbing. Like every time I breathe, a part of me anchors itself more tightly to you. I don't know if I hate it or am grateful for it. But…" He looked at her again, his voice lower, "I don't want to disappear again."

The air between them vibrated with a bluish energy, mingling her breath with Isaac's inert pulse. The ground seemed a mirror of their confusion: shimmering ash, throbbing roots, And a silence that forced them to listen to each other without words.

She lowered her gaze, breathing heavily.

"No… I can't," she murmured. "This is… too much. I don't know… We don't know each other, Night. I don't know who you really are."

Isaac studied every line of her face, her rigid posture, her trembling hands. His eyes flickered with a warm glimmer.

"I don't know either," he admitted. "But I know that your vows brought me back. And that if we are to exist, it will be together. Not because we must, but because we can."

She frowned, a mixture of fear and distrust.

"What if you hurt me?" she whispered.

He bowed his head, the same calm he possessed when defying the laws of physics.

"I'm not the same person I was when I died. And you don't seem to be the same person who took those vows on any other day. So we can choose how we proceed."

For a moment, the silence was absolute, as if the plane itself held its breath. The roots stirred gently, but no longer seemed threatening; rather, curious. A kind of recognition.

"So what do we do now?" she asked, her voice still trembling.

Isaac extended his hand, slowly, steadily, revealing the blue light of the ring.

"Give ourselves a chance. Get to know each other. Not because words dictate it, but because we can choose to live it."

She hesitated, but something in the way he looked at her made her feel there was no trap, no imposition. She took his hand carefully, and the light of the ring grew slightly, like a shared heartbeat.

"Do you really think this can work?" she asked.

He smiled, a sweet, almost human gesture.

"I don't know. But… I'd rather try than be left wondering."

And it was enough. Because they didn't need a perfect plan or certainty about what would come next. They just needed to be there, with each other, amidst worlds and roots that throbbed with life.

They felt a tug on their bodies, and little by little, the ashen ground vanished. The shadows dissipated, and the empty sky was replaced by the first light of dawn filtering through the stained-glass windows of Nevermore.

She blinked, dazed. Everything seemed the same: the forest surrounding the academy was firm, the air cold and normal, and the scent of damp earth now comforted her.

Isaac took a deep breath, feeling his chest, feeling his blood rushing strongly for the first time in years. His skin was no longer pale; his body felt solid, alive.

"We're back," he said, his smile faint. "And it seems… we survived."

She sighed and, for the first time all night, smiled genuinely.

"I guess… we can give this a shot."

Isaac nodded, his gaze locked on hers. “So, accidental wife… how do you want to start our marriage?”

She laughed softly.

“With breakfast, and then… maybe by going to my advanced physics class.”

“Perfect,” he replied, intertwining his fingers with hers. “Sounds like forever.”

And so, between the golden light of dawn and the stained-glass windows of Nevermore, the student with dark powers and the genius who defied death walked together through the halls.

They weren’t entirely alive, nor entirely dead. Just whole.

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doing it all for love | wednesday series

pairing: isaac's son oc x vanisher reader!

a/n: so hi! this idea came to me in a dream, i finished watching thunderbolts and kept thinking about ava starr (ghost) then i started thinking about how harry collett (jacaerys velaryon on HOTD) is the faceclaim of some when they write that isaac night has a son. so i thought what it would be like if isaac's son was dating an outcast who has the same problem as ava starr from marvel (who suffers from intangibility and invisibility due to a molecular imbalance which causes her immense chronic pain). and this came up, hope you really like it!

originally posted on @feliciasharpclaws.

a night will always cross the boundaries of science for someone he loves; that's what his mom told him since he was a child. damian had heard the story of how his father isaac night died countless times. 30 years ago, he had tried to save his dear sister françoise, who was a hyde and lived with the pain of her transformations, by building a machine that would extract his hyde with the "help" of his roommate, gomez addams. but when morticia frump sabotaged it, the machine exploded and killed his father.

his mother had always told him that he was similar to his father, both in appearance and intellect, and that this could work against him someday. mom told him about the mistakes his father made by believing himself to be a god, and that was a daily reminder to damian: don't make the same mistakes he did and don't get attached to anyone so much that you end up doing the same things as him. but that changed with your arrival.

you weren't like the other vanishers in nevermore; you were different. damian had noticed you in professor orloff's class when your body involuntarily vanished for a few seconds and reappeared instantly as if it had been a mistake. he didn't miss the way your right hand pressed against the desk and your body hunched slightly, as if your ability had caused you pain. he even considered asking professor orloff about you but he doubted he would say anything, anyways orloff seemed to have something against him, so he took matters into his own hands.

he monitored when principal weems would leave her office so he could enter it and look for your file. with a chilling calm, he scanned the office until he found the filing cabinet with the files of the current generation of nevermore, his fingers ran over the name tags until he found yours. your name. damian shouldn't do this, he knew it, but his intrigue was more than his morals, he opened the folder and when he read your file, something inside him broke.

severe molecular imbalance. intermittent intangibility. *risk of permanent disintegration if the cellular structure does not stabilize*

the coldness of the document didn’t do justice to what you must have felt. it did not speak of the trembling in your hands when you tried to write, nor of the seconds of absolute terror on your face when your body dissolved and returned with a sharp pain in your chest. it didn’t describe how your eyes, for a moment, seemed to lose their color when the imbalance took you by surprise.

leaving the file in its place, he left the office with his mind racing a thousand miles an hour. from that day on, damian looked at you differently. no longer with simple scientific curiosity, but with a dangerous kind of devotion. it was the same look his father once had, the look of someone willing to defy logic for love.

he had never believed in coincidences, but he began to find you everywhere: in the cold corridors of nevermore, in the gardens when everyone was asleep, in the reflections of the stained glass windows. and over time, you began to notice it too.

"if you're going to follow me, at least try not to seem so obvious," you said one afternoon without even looking at him. your voice sounded ethereal, as if it came from another frequency.

damian froze, awkward, surprised that you’d noticed it.

"i wasn't following you... i just..." he searched for words that didn't sound like a cheap excuse. “i saw you disappear in class. i wanted to make sure you were okay.”

you turned around. for a second your face distorted, and your skin glowed with a translucent flash. then you went back to normal.

"i'm used to it, night. i don't need someone to take care of me.”

"i'm not taking care of you," he lied. "it’s just that i found it intriguing how you disappear."

you raised an eyebrow "really? well, i'm not a circus act for you to be analyzing, just leave me alone.

damian tried to convince you to let him help you. "we could monitor your energy levels, analyze your pulses."

"no," you cut him off. "i don't want to become an experiment, night.

and before damian could answer, you disappeared in front of him, leaving him in the cold corridor to the rooms.

"you wouldn't be an experiment," he whispered to the runner, but even as he said it, his voice sounded hollow.

that night he didn't sleep. in his notebook he wrote dozens of nonsensical formulas, trying to understand the frequency that caused your molecules to collapse.

by dawn, i had filled entire pages with the same phrase, written over and over again: i can't let her go away. every refusal of yours was one more spark inside his head. he started to stay after school, to observe your routines, your reactions, your moments of weakness. he didn't do it out of morbidity, not even out of curiosity. he did it because he needed to understand you. and the more he understood, the less he could stop. it was as if his mind was rewriting itself around you. his thoughts were spiraling:  your cells, your frequency, your pain, your smile, the way your body blurred in the classroom light. and that drove him crazy.

one afternoon, while professor orloff was giving his lesson on biomolecular energy, you had another episode. your pupils dilated, your shape distorted, and a vibration ran through the air. everyone moved away, except him. damian approached without thinking. he held you, although his hand passed through yours, and in that instant, he felt an electric current run through his arm. it was not electricity, it was something else. a momentary molecular union, impossible to repeat.

i felt you, he thought. i finally felt you.

and there, in that microsecond, damian night was damned. it wasn't about curiosity anymore; it wasn't about empathy. it was love. love disguised as science. love that hurt that vibrated in his chest with every time he saw you vanish.

the next few weeks became a mixture of experiments and secrets. damian began working in his laboratory, in the old yago tower, where the echoes of his father's past still seemed to vibrate. from that day on, he stopped eating, he stopped sleeping, he lived locked between planes of energy and impossible equations, with the echo of your voice reverberating in each issue.

"don't get attached to anyone so much that you make the same mistakes as him." his mother's warning sounded like a curse and even so, he ignored it. every night, that damian had repeated to himself that he wouldn't be his father, vanished when he saw you every time you screamed in silence, twisted by pain. he was already his father. and you, unintentionally, had become his françoise.

in the center of the room, a mock-up of a containment chamber took shape: a sphere of glass and blue electrical filaments, designed to keep your body's molecular frequencies unified. in theory, it could stabilize you. in practice, it could destroy you. the lights in the lab had twinkled when the first prototype was finished. it lay in glory in front of it, and as the machine whirred,  his mind was buzzing with it, too. i do it for her. just for her. but deep down, an older, darker voice murmured: or maybe you do it for yourself. because you can't bear to see it go away.

the next morning he found you on the roof of the south building, where the wind from nevermore was rattling the windows. your legs were dangling over the edge, your fingers trembling with that vibration that heralded the onset of pain.

damian approached slowly, without a word. "does it hurt again?" he whispered.

you nodded, your voice breaking.

"i don't know how much longer i can take it, damian. every time i fade away... i feel that a part of me stays there, among the atoms. that one day i will not return."

he sat down next to you. he didn't dare touch you. "i'm not going to let that happen.”

"you can't promise that. you don't even understand what i am.”

"i understand more than you think," he replied; his tone was soft, but his eyes "there was something feverish about them, something you didn't know how to read then. i've been working on something. in a way to stabilize you."

you looked at him, alarmed. "working? what does that mean?"

damian lowered his gaze, his hair falling over his eyes. "my father dedicated his short life to trying to save his sister. he failed because he thought he could control life. i don't want to control you, i just want to give you a chance to live without pain.

"what if it goes wrong?" you asked in a thin voice.

"then it will be my mistake, not yours. but at least i will have tried.”

there was a long silence, broken only by the wind and your irregular breathing. "i don't want to be another experiment that destroys you, damian," you said at last.

he looked up and his eyes were shining, moist, honest.

"you don't destroy me. you make me feel human. that's reason enough to try.”

his words hung in the air, so fragile and warm that they hurt.

in the end, you took a deep breath and nodded.

"okay... but if something goes wrong, promise me you won't blame yourself.

damian smiled, sadly. "i can't promise that.”

now you were there, inside the machine he had built for you. the fear was noticeable in your hands, but also something else: faith.

"i don't like this, damian," you muttered. "you said it was safe, but it feels... as if something was pulling me.”

damian adjusted a dial with trembling fingers. sweat ran down his forehead, but his eyes, fixed on you, burned with a strange calm.

"trust me. just a few more seconds.

"and if it doesn't work?"

"then i'll vanish with you."

you looked at him, and for a moment, fear gave way. there was something in his voice, a broken tenderness, a certainty that anchored you to the ground.

the energy rose in tone. the light became almost white. your molecules began to vibrate again, but this time not from pain. damian introduced the final sequence, the data he had spent nights perfecting.

"come on, come on," he whispered. "rewrite the pattern, don't let her get away from me."

the monitor beeped. your body arched, the light enveloped you, and for a second he thought he had lost you. then the silence. when he opened his eyes, the air was still. the machine was smoking softly, the filaments had fallen off. and you were there. whole. solid. damian didn't breathe until he saw you come out of the cage with trembling steps.

"does it hurt?" he asked, his voice breaking.

you waved your hand in front of your eyes. your skin didn't tremble. you tried to fade your fingers but they didn't, they wouldn't fade.

"no," you whispered, surprised. "it doesn't hurt."

he laughed, a faint and beautiful laugh, as if he didn't know what to do with the relief. and you ran to him, grabbed his face and put your lips together with his. damian froze for a moment, he hadn't expected that reaction from you, but he managed to put his left hand on your cheek and his right hand on your waist as the kiss followed. you slowly separated and the two of you laughed softly.

"thank you very much damian, seriously, if it wasn't for you i don't think i would have finished the semester."

he placed his hands on your waist and said, "you don't have to thank me, i'd do anything for you."

your gaze watered, you put your arms around his neck and pulled him into your body, his warmth enveloping you. for the first time, when he hugged you, there was no emptiness. there was no cold. only warmth.

weeks later, the laboratory was still silent. the machine remained covered by a tarp, forgotten, as if both had decided to leave behind the science that almost consumed them.

in the garden at nevermore, you lay on the grass while damian read one of his father's notebooks.

"what does it say?" you asked, your eyes closed.

"you say love doesn't belong to scientists. it destroys everything." he paused, then smiled softly. "i think i was wrong.

you turned your head, looked at him, and for the first time, he felt that his mind was at peace. not with formulas or equations, but with the simple fact that you were alive, and real, and there.

"a night will always cross the boundaries of science for someone they love."

but this time, love didn't kill. this time, love saved.

a year later

a new year had arrived at nevermore. the cold was beginning to be felt outside, the stained glass windows were shining with pale light, and calm had returned... or so it seemed.

damian and you were still together. from the night of the machine and the night of his kiss, there was no more pain, no more disappearances, just a constant, soft, invisible connection. he said that your molecules had found their perfect frequency; you said that your soul had simply found its anchor.

they lived between classes, experiments, dates, and nightly walks in the gardens, where it all began. until one night, the electricity crackled in the air again. literally.

now damian was in the lab, finishing an investigation so he could go to your room and have dinner together when the sheet covering his machine, which had been dormant for months, fell to the floor.

"that's not possible," he murmured.

the air turned cold. suddenly he heard footsteps heavier than yours going up the stairs. and he saw a young man, there was someone there. someone who had been buried for 30 years. the young man had pale skin, tousled brown curls, wore a sack and had a look that damián recognized from old photos. he recognized him before the name formed in his mind.

"father...

isaac night watched him, bewildered, with the amazement of seeing his own reflection looking directly at him but with eyes that he would recognize anywhere.

"i never thought i'd see this lab again," he said hoarsely. "how long has it been?"

damian stepped forward, trembling.

"thirty years. it's not possible, you died in an explosion right here. how come you're here?"

isaac lifted his chin and in a hostile tone replied. "pugsley addams."

damian didn't need any more information to join the wires, he had heard of the skill of merlina addams' little brother. then you appeared, from the stairs of the laboratory. father and son looked at you and your eyes widened in surprise.

your eyes were fixed on damian, you hesitated but spoke in a firm voice: "i'll be back later."

your boyfriend walked towards you with his hand outstretched for you to take it and replied calmly: "it's okay, sorry i took longer than i expected."

"no, it's okay, i thought you'd want company. now i see that something entertained you. how? how is that possible?"

"an addams."

"wednesday?" you questioned.

"no, pugsley" damian replied.

"huh, that makes more sense." your head bowed in agreement.

while the younger ones had their brief conversation, isaac began to walk through his old laboratory, inspecting the machine that was in front of him, under his eyes and opening the door he found the plans "machine to save her (containment chamber to stabilize her molecular frequencies)" read as the title of these, that surprised him. returning his gaze to his son,  which seemed crazy to him to think, and the one he wanted to think about was his girlfriend and the girl the shots talked about, he couldn't help but feel something inside him writhe, he hadn't identified if it was his stomach or his ego but it didn't take long for him to join the wires.

if the blueprints were from a machine to stabilize his molecular frequencies, then the girl must have some ability related to it, his mind immediately took him to intangibility and then invisibility, the girl must be a vanisher. and so far, he hadn't seen any hint of it, a tension ran through his body like a rope about to break. isaac put the blueprints down on the table and frowned, his ego had definitely been hurt.

"you saved her," he said at last, his voice heavy with disbelief. "do you tell me that you did it? that you saved her. that she—" he pointed to you, "that she is intact and alive, and without pain. how is it possible that you have accomplished what i could not?"

damian turned his gaze to his father, swallowed, holding his gaze firmly and pointed to his creation. "with that, it took me months to build it and i didn't sleep for months, just to try to have it by my side forever. i did what you couldn't: i learned from your mistakes and didn't let them consume me.

isaac blinked, as if processing each word slowly. his initial hostility was still vibrating in the air, but something about the way damian spoke, honestly and fearlessly, began to loosen the tension.

"so... you learned from my mistakes," he murmured, his voice low, his eyes softening a little, revealing a hint of pride and relief. i never thought i'd see this... and that i would understand that you accomplished something that i couldn't. congratulations."

isaac took a step back, his shoulders lowering slightly, and let out a sigh. for the first time since he appeared, hostility gave way to understanding. you remained silent, watching the elder of the nights in front of you, your expression mixed with fear and curiosity.

damian felt a huge weight lift off his shoulders. thanks to you, in a way. everything that came in your notebooks, what mom told me about you, about your mistakes, everything helped us get here.

isaac nodded slowly, and though he still retained a young, powerful air, his expression was lighter, almost human.

"it's okay," he said with a hint of a smile. "it's okay. you" his eyes fell on you "you're awesome."

you smiled softly, and damian took your hand, bringing you closer to him.

"yes," he said, "she is."

isaac watched them for a moment longer, the echo of thirty years of obsession and mistakes slowly dissipating. he raised his eyebrows and asked something that made him feel 15 again.

"how’s your mother been?" he murmured, almost to himself.

damian smiled and cocked his head, encouragement from her indomitable curls fell on his face. "we live in oregon. if you want to recover from these 30 years she has lived without you, i could take you with her."

his father's eyes flashed faintly as a sideways smile appeared on his face, "thanks, i'd love to."

you leaned against damian, smiling at the moment between part and son as you felt all the weight of the past melt away.

"at least it was a good night, wasn't it?" you whispered.

they laughed softly, damian hugging you by the waist, a place he had become obsessed with.

"yes. this time, everything went well."

and as night shrouded nevermore with its silent mantle, for the first time, love and family seemed complete.

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✯ 𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻 | be with me.

pairing: tadashi hamada x asian fem oc!

this post conteins: what i would like to consider angst, an asian oc (but her name's mentioned like 4 or 5 times), these cuties were adorable to write, bad grammar (?), intencional lowercase (and i think that's it).

note: hi guys. I'M BACK! i started to write this A YEAR AGO and then dropped it 'cause basically just had the first paragraph butttt it's finished and i think it's beautiful. hope u love it :)

originally posted on @feliciasharpclaws

people at our college often wondered how we ended up together. how hwang soojin, the star of the arts campus, and i, tadashi hamada, the quiet nerd from the science labs, somehow collided in the middle of two completely different worlds. to most, it didn’t make sense. she was radiant in a way that couldn’t be ignored—the kind of girl whose laughter spilled across a courtyard and made people turn their heads. she was someone incredibly energetic and enthusiastic, which was cute and exciting to me. soo was the embodiment of beauty, brains, kindness, and talent. every performance she gave left people in awe, but what drew me in the most was her energy. she carried this spark of spontaneity, like the world was her stage and she never once doubted her place in it.

and then there was me. a guy buried in robotics projects, textbooks, and late-night coding sessions. people said i was good looking, sure, but i never thought of myself as someone remarkable. sometimes at night I think of how could someone like her be with me. yet somehow, she chose me. she held my hand in crowded rooms, sketched doodles in the margins of my notes, dragged me into dance studios when i was exhausted from the lab. she made me believe in color again, in a life that was more than equations and deadlines.

everyone thought soojin was the girl I would marry. the one. professors would smile at us as if they could already see us years into the future, friends teased us about wedding invitations, even hiro once asked when he’d get to call her “sister.” and truthfully, i thought so too. i never pictured a future that didn’t have her in it.

but life is cruel in the way it shifts beneath your feet without warning. an offer came for her. juilliard. the kind of dream you don’t say no to. the night she told me we sat on a bench under the oak tree where she first kissed me, the weight of it pressing between us. i wanted to beg her to stay, to choose me over everything, but i couldn’t. loving her meant setting her free, even if it broke me in the process. so under that oak tree, we said goodbye. it wasn’t loud or angry or bitter. it was soft. gentle. like two people who loved too much to chain each other down.

she left in the fall. and I stayed.

six months later, the fire came. and that was it. my story ended before it was supposed to. no grand finale, no second chances. just smoke and silence.

but if there’s something i carry with me, wherever i am now, it’s her. soojin. the way she looked at me like i was more than the sum of my equations. the way her laugh filled the quietest rooms. the way she believed in me, even when i didn’t. people will remember me for the fire, for the machines, maybe even for the life i never got to finish. but in my heart —in whatever still lingers of it— i’ll always remember her as my forever.

she was my beginning and my almost ending. my great love. my what-could-have-been.

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✯ 𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻 | enhypen hyung line

pairing: supernatural dads! enha hyung line x heretic mother! reader | vampires! sunghoon, jay and heeseung, hybrid! jake

synopsis: being a parent is challenging and living as a mother of four little hybrids and one tri-hybrid with four different fathers is difficult, especially if those parents are supernatural beings, but protecting the well-being of their children from a dark path is a challenge for this mother and her husbands.

warnings (not really): a non accurate version of supernatural beings (got based of tvd), mentions of young death (they all got turned at 20), witchcraft (duh.. she's a witch), intentional lowercase and bad grammar (i think).

a/n: i was thinking of the dark moon characters and jasper hale from twilight and this idea came up to me. i feel like i need to explain this cause it can get messy:

so sunghoon and reader have two kids park soo-jin and sun-woo which they are the oldest of the clan, they're 12; then we have jay and reader's 10 year old park ji-ae or jane. next we have jake's little 7 year old boy sim ji-ho and last but not least with lee hyo-ri which is heeseung and reader's 4 year old daughter.

originally posted on @feliciasharpclaws

the house was filled with laughter and screams of children as i tried to prepare dinner with a little of my magic. sunghoon, my vampire husband, was playing with our older children, soo-jin and sun-woo, in the living room. jay, another of my vampire husbands, was helping ji-ae, our 10-year-old daughter, with her math homework. jake, my hybrid, was in his wolf form playing with ji-ho, our 7-year-old tri-hybrid son, in the garden. and heeseung, my last vampire husband and father of our little hyo-ri, was sitting on the couch, reading a book while hyo-ri followed me with her eyes from her high chair.

it was a very common family scene, but with a small detail: all my children were destined to become vampires when they turned 20.

i remember when my loves told me they had been converted at 20, it seemed strange and a little terrifying, but then i remembered that i had also been converted into a heretic at 20, and over time i got used to the idea. now, as i watched my children play and laugh, i couldn't help but feel a mix of emotion and nervousness. what would their lives be like as vampires? how would their condition affect their relationships and dreams?

after dinner, the children went to bed and the parents gathered in the living room to discuss our plans for the future. sunghoon and jay were discussing the best way to teach the children to control their vampire powers when they awoke. jake was sitting on the couch, looking at heeseung, who was holding hyo-ri, who was sleeping in his arms. and i was sitting on the floor, surrounded by papers and pencils, trying to plan the witchcraft lessons for the children.

suddenly, sunghoon came over to me and kissed my forehead. "what are you doing?" he asked, looking at the papers. "i'm planning the witchcraft lessons for the children," i replied. "i want to make sure they're prepared for when they become vampires."

sunghoon smiled and sat down next to me. "you're an amazing mother," he said. "always thinking about the future of our children."

i blushed a little and looked at the other parents. "i'm not the only one," i said. "we're all working together to make sure our children are prepared for what's to come."

"i think we should start teaching the children about their vampire heritage gradually," said heeseung. "start with basic things, like the history of vampires and how to live in secret among humans."

sunghoon nodded. "yes, i think that's a good idea. the sooner they learn to control their powers, the better."

jake got up from the couch and came over to us. "do you think we should teach all the children at once?"

jay replied, "it would be best, sun-woo and soo-jin will be turning 13 soon, it would be better to teach them all at once."

we all agreed and began discussing the details of how to teach the children about their vampire heritage.

after a long discussion, we decided to start with basic things, like the history of vampires and how to live in secret among humans, as well as the importance of protecting their secret and how to do it without putting the humans around them in danger. heeseung offered to start teaching hyo-ri about her vampire heritage, since she was the youngest. sunghoon and jay offered to teach soo-jin and sun-woo, who were already a bit older and could understand more complex concepts. jake decided to teach ji-ho, since he was at an intermediate age and, being a tri-hybrid, needed to learn to control his powers. and i took charge of teaching jane, who was the most curious of all and always had questions about her vampire heritage.

we started teaching the children, and at first, it was really difficult. they had many questions and didn't always understand the concepts we were teaching them. we all thought we had handled it well but as they grew, we began to notice that their condition as vampires was affecting their relationship with the human world. hyo-ri was drawn to darkness and solitude, while soo-jin and sun-woo struggled to control their predatory instincts. ji-ho felt overwhelmed by his abilities, and jane struggled to keep her telepathy under control. plus, they were trying to contain the strong magic they had inherited from me.

as parents, we felt overwhelmed by the complexity of their needs. we knew they couldn't live in the human world without taking risks, but we also knew they couldn't live in darkness without losing their humanity. but instead of trying to change them or adapt them to a world that didn't belong to them, we decided to accept them just the way they were. we gave them the freedom to explore their own identities and to find their own path in life. and although we knew that this would mean facing challenges and dangers, we also knew that it was the only way our children could find happiness.

and so, we allowed them to become the vampires they had always been destined to be. and although we didn't know what situations we would face in the future, we knew they would be ready to face it, together and as a family.

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to race for respect | l. know/minho ✯ 𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻

pairing: drift king lee know! x han lue's younger sister oc!

warnings (not really): slight suggestive scenes, curse words, street racing, drifting, bad grammar (i think).

a/n: oc's name is shego lue and she's a racer too, is mentioned that minho is half japanese and a sukeban's son, han's referred as hannie by shego, han likes to call shego, go-go.

btw lino's header credits to @hyunminsunger on Tumblr

originally posted on @feliciasharpclaws

During the time Han had became business partners with DK and started going to the car meetings, he never expected to see his baby sister Shego being whispered on her ear and tightly hugged on the waist by Hirai Yuka's son, Lee Minho on a dim corner of the parking lot after winning a purple 1994 Toyota Supra MK IV. Yes, he was aware that his sister was in Japan, after all he had seen her leaving Sean's school with Lee one day on a blue 1996 Nissan Skyline GT-R R33.

The truth was that Han never expected Shego to be that close with Lee Minho or DK Lee Know as people in Minato called him, he knew that his mother Hirai Yuka used to be a sukeban on her teenage years to later get married with a korean financial advisor. So why they were secretly clingy towards eachother only made him more curious, with slow movements he stopped leaning on his car and carefully approached the young adults in the corner.

Lee's back now was facing to him, his right hand was set on the concrete wall and his dominant hand was covering Shegos's cheek and part of her jaw, the sound of slow making out filled Han's ears making him clear his throat and the younger's to separate.

“It's nice to see that you haven't lost your touch Go-Go” Han's usual lazy tone filled Shegos and Minho's ears. Slowly her left hand slipped out of her boy's neck while the other one patted his chest to come out of the darkness.

“And it's nice to finally see you Hannie” Shego's silky voice reached his ears making him smile softly. “I thought I had to go to your garage for you."

Han chuckled, his gaze flicking between Shego and Minho. "You know where to find me, little sister. But it seems like you've found some other... distractions here in Tokyo."

Minho stepped forward, his stance protective yet respectful. "Han, I didn't expected to see you here tonight." His voice was calm, but there was an underlying tension, unsure of how Han would react to the situation.

Shego rolled her eyes playfully, trying to ease the tension. "Come on, Hannie, you knew I'd make friends here. Minho's been showing me around since I arrived. He's actually quite the gentleman when he's not racing."

Han raised a corner of his lips, his curiosity piqued. "And here I thought you'd stick to your books, Go-Go. Isn't that why you were sent here?."

Shego smirked. "There's more to life than just books, Han. Besides, Minho here has been teaching me a few more things about cars. Turns out, I do have a knack for it."

Minho nodded, adding, "She's a quick learner. Not only that, she's really got some natural talent behind the wheel."

Han looked at the purple Supra, then back at the duo. "I know, I taught her how to drive. Speaking of talent, whose car is this?"

"Mine," Minho answered with a hint of pride. "Won it tonight. Thought it might look good next to my GT-R."

Han walked over to the car, running his hand along the smooth bodywork. "Nice choice. Seems like you've both joined forces on car racing, huh?" Suggestion slipped in his voice

Shego stepped closer to Han, her voice softening. "Don't worry. I'm safe here. Minho takes care of me, you know I'm learning, growing."

Han gave a slow nod, understanding the unspoken message. "Just make sure you keep your head in the game. Both of you." His eyes met Minho's, a silent agreement passing between them.

Minho nodded, acknowledging the responsibility. "I will, Han. You have my word."

The tension eased as Han leaned back against his car with a lighter vibe. "Well then, I guess we should celebrate your new ride, Minho. And Shego, you owe me a race to see what you've learned.

Shego laughed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Challenge accepted, Hannie. But let's make it interesting. If we win would you let Minho officially date me?"

Han smirked. "Sure, why not. You're on, Go-Go. But don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're my sister."

The air was thick with anticipation as Han, Shego, and Minho prepared for the race. The makeshift track was the old runway at Haneda, long and straight with a few sharp turns that would test their skill and strategy.

The cars lined up, headlights piercing the night. Han’s black Evo IX sat sleek and menacing, its turbocharged engine purring with potential. Next to it, Minho's newly won purple Supra MK IV had a reputation for speed but was less known for its handling. Shego, now behind the wheel of the Supra, felt the power beneath her hands, her nerves tingling with excitement.

Han gave a nod to Shego, his eyes conveying both challenge and pride. "Remember, Go-Go, it's not just about speed. You've got to feel the road."

Shego smirked back, her confidence bolstered by her brother's words. "Don't worry, Hannie. I've been paying attention."

Minho, standing beside Shego, patted the hood of the car. "This baby's got some tricks up its sleeve. We'll show you."

A little crowd who had gathered around counted down, the tension palpable. "Three... Two... One... GO!"

Tires screeched as all three cars launched forward, the sound echoing across the empty runway.

Han took an early lead, his Evo's all-wheel drive giving him superior traction. He used this to his advantage, pulling a quick slingshot maneuver to get ahead. His driving was smooth, each shift and drift a calculated move.

Shego, however, wasn't far behind. She leaned into the first turn, feeling the car's weight transfer. Minho had shown her how to use the Supra's weight distribution to her advantage, teaching her to initiate a drift by slightly letting off the throttle at the apex of the turn, then counter-steering to control the slide. She executed this perfectly, the car's taillights forming a wide arc of light as she kept the momentum going, closing in on Han.

Minho's voice was heard from the passenger seat, calm and instructional. "Use the handbrake for a tighter turn. It'll unsettle the rear, but we can control it."

Shego nodded, as they approached a sharper bend, she gently pulled the handbrake, feeling the back end begin to slide. She counter-steered, her hands dancing over the wheel, keeping the car's nose pointed where she wanted it to go. The technique shaved off precious seconds, allowing her to nip at Han's heels.

Han chuckled over a little radio Minho had given him, "Nice move, Go-Go. But let's see you handle this."

He feigned a wide drift into the next turn, making it look like he was losing control. Shego, expecting an opening, committed to overtaking on the inside. But at the last second, Han tightened his line, his car's turbo kicking in, propelling him forward with a burst of speed.

"Oldest trick in the book," Han muttered to himself, grinning.

Minho, anticipating Han's strategy, instructed Shego, "Draft off him! Use his slipstream."

Shego caught up, tucking in close behind Han's Evo. The aerodynamic pull helped her close the gap. As they approached the final stretch, where precision would count more than power, Minho's voice was calm, "Now, let's show him the Supra's real power. Shift down, then floor it at the exit of this turn."

Shego followed his advice, downshifting just before the turn, then as she powered out, she floored the accelerator. The turbo lag was minimal thanks to the car's tuning, and she felt the surge of power, the car rocketing forward.

The finish line was in sight, and it was neck and neck. Han, knowing he couldn't outrun the Supra on the straight, attempted to block Shego's path. But she was ready, braking later into the last corner, cutting inside with a precision that made her brother proud.

They crossed the line together, but the crowd's roar suggested Shego had edged out Han by a hair's breadth.

Pulling over, the engines quieted, and Han laughed, shaking his head as he got out of his car. "I guess I owe you more than dinner now, huh?"

Shego hopped out, her face alight with victory and adrenaline. "Looks like I've got myself a boyfriend, thanks to you, Hannie."

Minho joined them, his hand finding Shego's, a look of genuine pride in his eyes. "And you've got yourself one hell of a racer, Han."

Han looked at them, his smirk softening into a genuine smile. "Seems I do. But you won't win the next time Go-Go."

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my man | c. san ✯ 𝑺𝑶𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑳 𝑴𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑨

pairing: choi san x big hit fem soloist oc!

this post conteins: a latina oc, an established secret relationship, curse words, sexual innuendos (?), bad grammar (?), intencional lowercase, translator use for the korean (and i think that's it).

note: hi guys. i have not uploaded a while 💀 (present sharpclawsarchive here: not really and thank u soooo much for the support I'm receiving, I appreciate it :) ) so uh yeah this is my most recent work. THE SONGS USED ARE NOT FROM MY AUTHORITY.

Here are "seduction unleashed" and "HER" if you want to listen to them :)

originally posted on @feliciasharpclaws

i hope you guys like it, this idea came to me like an adrenaline rush i swear, also i've been OBSESSED with unconditional by jaehyun and san, so why not combine them.

reblogs, comments and likes are always soooo apreciated. with that being said, see ya' :)

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we met because you didn't understand the language | m. verstappen ✯ 𝑺𝑶𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑳 𝑴𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑨

max verstappen x fem! ex kpop idol! reader

faceclaim: seo soojin*

summary: max moves out of monaco after breaking up with kelly and goes to a new destination where he would meet an ex (not so ex anymore) idol that would changed his life.

a/n: hi. my first language is spanish, not english, so there are most likely spelling errors. if you like it, please tell me so i can keep writing things like this.

warnings: use of the translator for the korean, mention of j*s verstappen (cause that man needs a warning himself).

originally posted on @feliciasharpclaws

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maxverstappen1: goodbye monaco you have such nice moments on my mind. i'll see you again at the monaco grand prix.

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charlesleclerc: bon voyage mate! 👋

↳ maxverstappen1: thanks charles

↳ username: LESTAPPEN!!

↳ charlesleclerc: no.

↳ maxverstappen1: no.

username: 'goodbye monaco' he's leaving?

↳ username: seems like it

↳ username: i would leave too if i had too much memories with my ex girlfriend there

danielricciardo: i can't believe I had to found out this way man 😑

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↳ christianhorner: be safe, you still have a contract till 2028, max

username1: @/christianhorner you should not remind your son he still has a contract. 🤷

↳ username: max is not horner's son

↳ username: i know but horner seems more like a dad to max that j*s

landonorris: see you soon mate 🙂

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yourusername: 또 만나 네요 :)     we meet again :)

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username: y/n!!!!

yourfriend: 괜찮아서 다행이야     glad to see you're okay

username: MOTHER IS BACK!!!

username: we missed youu 😭😭

username: she looks beautiful

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maxverstappen1: hello japan, i hope you have good intentions with me.

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username: JAPAN⁉️

username: does he even know japanese?? 🤔

danielricciardo: amazing pic man!

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↳ username: EXCUSE ME??

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yourusername: new city, new me

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username: am i crazy or is the 3rd pic the same one max verstappen recently posted???

↳ username: who?

↳ username: a formula one redbull driver

username: mother and that vroom vroom guy 🤔

↳ username: NO.

↳ username: am i the only who kinda ships them? 🤨🤭

↳ username: probably yes

username: em1lian like max emilian verstappen??

↳ username: you right now:

a/n 1: I FINALLY GOT TO POST THIS! (honestly i forgot it was on my drafts). I used the woman who pulled me into kpop CAUSE SHE'S ICONIC AND SOOO MOTHER!! Her name is SEO SOOJIN, right now she's a soloist (she used to be on a girl group), she has a beautiful voice and she's an amazing dancer. If you like go check her out on Spotify or wherever you want.

That's all thanks for reading :) likes, reblogs and comments are always apreciated <3

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i thought it was cute tho :) | o. piastri ✯ 𝑺𝑶𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑳 𝑴𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑨

oscar piastri x fem! kpop idol! le sserafim! reader

faceclaim: aged up hong eunchae

a/n: hi. my first language is spanish, not english, so there are most likely spelling errors. if you like it, please tell me so i can keep writing things like this. also this probably wiil have several parts idk.

warnings: use of the translator for the korean

originally posted on @/feliciasharpclaws.

oscarpiastri

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tagged: yourusername, landonorris

oscarpiastri: my pics vs lando's pics from yesterday's le sserafim concert. amazing show!

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username: y/n!!

↳ username: who is she?

↳ username: she's a le sserafim member (a kpop group)

username: f1 x le sserafim was not on my bingo card

mickschumacher: didn't know you were into kpop

↳ oscarpiastri: been their fan since they debuted

username1: 🗣️ we stan that oscar stans y/n!!

↳ username: YES!!!

username: oscar and y/n 🔛🔝!!

landonorris: enjoyable night mate 🙂

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yourusername

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yourusername: 콘서트 후 사진 <3 post concert pics <3

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username: my girlie is so hot!!!!!

username: waiting for the "liked by oscarpiastri"

username: 예쁜 여자 pretty girl

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username: your smile is the prettiest smile ever, i swear 😍😍😍

username: so pretty wtf 😩

lalalalisa_m: the prettiest 😍

↳ yourusername: have you seen yourself??

↳ username: MOTHERS!!

username: she's ✨GLOWING✨

username: @/oscarpiastri what r u doing here??

↳ username: who??

↳ username: a formula one driver for mclaren

yourusername

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yourusername: i might give formula 1 a chance ;))

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username: am i about to loose my wife for some vroom vroom guys??

↳ username: yeah same thing here

oscarpiastri: please tell me you didn't saw what happened on twitter @/yourusername

↳ yourusername: don't worry 🙂

↳ oscarpiastri: oh okay

↳ oscarpiastri: omg hii y/n!!

↳ yourusername: hii oscar and i thought it was cute tho :)

↳ username: i bet oscar is screaming and grinning like an idiot

↳ landonorris: he is

username: do it, do it!!!

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username: she looks beautiful 😍😍😍

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like a moth to a flame | c. sainz ✯ 𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻

carlos sainz x fem! latina! bartender! oc!

faceclaim: camila morrone

a/n: hi. my first language is spanish, not english, so there are most likely spelling errors. if you like it, please tell me so i can keep writing things like this.

originally posted on @feliciasharpclaws

Carlos Sainz had just turned twenty years old. And to commemorate this moment, his closest friends decided to introduce him to a traditional ritual of adulthood: visiting a local club. Carlos was elated and equally nervous. The idea of visiting a club seemed extremely tempting. However, he did not expect the extraordinary encounter that would await him that night.

Upon entering the club, Carlos couldn't help but notice the fascinating atmosphere. The incandescent glow of the neon lights and the neutral-colored walls that followed the r&b music playing in the place created an attractive scene. In the middle of all that, like a red rose among thorns, was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen: Catalina Muñoz. He just couldn't take his eyes off her all night.

With her beautiful brown skin, her hazel eyes, her dyed blonde hair, and beautiful lips Catalina was a sight to behold. Carlos was drawn to Catalina like a moth to a flame. He found every one of her movements incredibly attractive: the way she served drinks skillfully, how she communicated with customers, and how she carried herself with grace. It was irresistible to him.

Overwhelmed by her magnetism, Carlos mustered up the courage to walk towards the bar. By engaging in a conversation with her filled with flirtatious comments, Carlos little by little built a surprising relationship with Catalina. His playful banter was met with Catarina's lively charm and witty repartee. The chemistry and tension between them was palpable.

With each passing minute, the bar faded into the background. Carlos found himself trapped in Catalina's captivating aura. They seemed isolated from the rest of the world, as they continued their faint smiles and playful banter.

A gleam in Catalina's eyes revealed her hidden interest in Carlos. Her prolonged eye contact and her continued initiative to engage him in conversation all spelled a silent confession of her attraction to him.

However, as two-thirty in the morning approached, Catalina announced the end of her shift. With a hint of mischief, she mentioned her availability to spend some time together on a warm night in the heat of Madrid. A proposal that Carlos accepted with enthusiasm.

As the night came to an end, Carlos escorted Catalina back to her apartment. He hesitated at her for a moment before leaning in to kiss her and she met his lips eagerly. Carlos couldn't believe his luck. And he knew this was the start of something special.

Thus, a visit to a seemingly normal club became an extraordinary night. A night of low expectations blossomed into a basket of unforgettable memories. Carlos's first experience in a club was truly memorable. He mingled with new faces; But the most important thing is that he met Catalina, the woman of his life, in a meeting that he would cherish forever. His birthday outing ended up giving him a cherished memory and a new feeling thanks to the intriguing and beautiful barista.

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call it what you want | a. leclerc ✯ 𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻

arthur leclerc x fem! american actress! oc!

faceclaim: lola tung

a/n: hi :) english is not my first language, it's actually spanish, so there are most likely spelling errors. also, this was completly rewritten, i had already posted another 2 parts of basically the same story but i never wrote the part 3. so i rewrite it and i really hope you like it.

warnings: spelling mistakes, intentional lowercase

originally posted on @feliciasharpclaws

a while ago, adeline summers was the darling of the silver screen, adored and admired by fans all across the globe. however, her blissful stardom crashed down like a castle of cards when she ended things with her popular boyfriend, who was also an actor. she was soon the subject of crude internet drama and hated by all faces of social media. driven to despair by the constant hate and backlash, she decided to take a break from the spotlight. she slipped away unnoticed one night, leaving behind the world of glam and paparazzi, to find peace and solace in the unseen corners of the world.

adeline found herself in monaco, a warm haven tucked away from the hustle-bustle. she spent her days strolling along the coastline, reading books, avoiding any forms of media, and getting lost in the magnificence of the endless azure. she was healing, slowly perhaps, but surely.

one afternoon, while she was quietly sitting on a park bench, a guy approached her. dressed in casual attire, there was a serenity about him that immediately caught adeline's attention. the guy, who introduced himself as arthur, was also escaping the prying eyes of society. arthur was a formula 2 driver, whose love-life had become a free-for-all, as his relationship with his current ex-girlfriend had ended on bad terms. burnt out by the media's relentless scrutiny and rumor-mongering, he found solace in solitude, just like adeline. it was refreshing for both of them to find someone who understood their plight.

after a few friendly encounters in monaco, arthur suggested that they take a spontaneous trip to lake como in italy. hesitant at first, adeline finally agreed, seeing it as an opportunity to further escape the social storm back home. as they spent time on the serene shores of lake como, away from the world's view, mutual comfort turned into attraction and eventually into a deep affection. they found solace in each other's arms, their simultaneous heartbreaks healing in sync. days that started with watching sunrises over the lake and ended with the sharing of deepest secrets under the moonlight were etched in their hearts.

together, they indulged in italy, taking boat rides, picnicking amidst the lush grapevines, and sipping wine as the sun kissed the horizon. it seemed both were meant to meet, meant to heal, meant to fall in love, at a time when they despised the world the most but needed companionship the most. months passed, and the internet could only speculate about adeline's whereabouts. little did they know she was no longer the same woman. she was in love, completely head over heels, in love with a guy who knew her for who she was, not the superstar she was painted to be.

adeline and arthur decided to try the public life once again, but this time united. with a bizarre twist of fate, the same public, who once hated them, welcomed them back warmly. the internet which had once been a cause of their isolation, now flooded with wishes and love, celebrating the very bond they despised before.

after all, adeline had found love in the most unexpected place, with the most unexpected guy, but at the perfect time. it was her disappearance that led her to find true love and acceptance. it wasn't an easy ride, but it was worth it. the american actress, who was once hated, made a spectacular comeback, not alone, but with the love of her life by her side.

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originally posted on @feliciasharpclaws.

hi, welcome to my blog!

before you continue reading,

don’t bring any hate on my page. if you want to argue or something take it somewhere else. i will not accept any bad comments or anything negative to anyone who gets in this blog or to myself. if you do, don’t bother to come back.

my name is ximena but you can call me xim, i'm nineteen and i'm new at writing something and actually publish it, so be nice please. and here's my masterlist:

my ao3 works!

my work!

FORMULA 1

arthur leclerc x fem! american actress! oc! ✯ 𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻

carlos sainz x fem! latina! bartender! oc! ✯ 𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻

oscar piastri x fem! kpop idol! le sserafim! reader ✯ 𝑺𝑶𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑳 𝑴𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑨

max verstappen x fem! ex kpop idol! reader ✯ 𝑺𝑶𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑳 𝑴𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑨

K-POP IDOLS

choi san x latina! big hit fem soloist oc! ✯ 𝑺𝑶𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑳 𝑴𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑨

lee know x han's younger sister oc! ✯ 𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻 STRAY KIDS/F&F CROSSOVER

supernatural dads! enha hyung line x heretic mother! reader ✯ 𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻

DISNEY

tadashi hamada x asian fem oc! ✯ 𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻

warren peace x female oc! ✯ AO3 SERIES

MY GRISHAVERSE

kanej's daughter! oc x zoyalai's son! oc ✯ SERIES ON AO3

WEDNESDAY SERIES

isaac's son oc! x vanisher reader! ✯ 𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻

corpse husband! isaac night x accidental bride! reader ✯ 𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻

NOW YOU SEE ME: NOW YOU DONT

bosco leroy x implied singer! female reader ✯ 𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻