#(short lived) race against two birds

[snoopyracing]

just us // ln4

pairing: lando norris X reader

word count: 15k (again i don't know how to write short fics)

warnings: cursing, alcohol use, smut (18+) (p in v, no protection, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, slight degradation, and exhibitionsim if you squint)

includes: friends to lovers, hidden relationship, jealous!lando, reader and lando being yappers, and reader X max f X lando friendship

summary: the three times your secret relationship with lando almost gets exposed and the one time it finally does.

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The sun had just made her grand entrance to the world, golden rays illuminating the quiet Monaco apartment owned by a certain McLaren F1 driver. White bed sheets askew as the two lovers still slept soundly, soft snores echoing through the bedroom. Clothes from the previous nights activities scattered across the floor, almost making a path from the front door to their shared bed. The idea of waking up on neither of their minds, but the sun ray peeking through the open blind caused one of them to stir.

The light shining directly on your face proved opening your eyes to be a little difficult. Squinting, you blindly reached towards the nightstand to grab your phone, but the empty pats on the wood told you your phone wasn't there. A small groan left your lips, even without your phone to see what time it was, you knew it was early. You knew just from the certain birds that were chirping outside, their melodies always filling your ears when you had to get up early.

As you sat up in bed you noticed your lack of pajamas, and as you spotted the trail of clothes leading out of the bedroom you knew your phone had to be somewhere between here and the front door. Memories of the passionate night the two of you shared came flooding back as you leaned against the headboard, the bed sheet tucked under your arms being the only thing to keep your modesty.

The snores coming from beside you told you that Lando was still sound asleep. He was laying on his stomach with his face turned towards you and his arms tucked under his pillow. His muscular arms on full display as he slept like a baby. The shared sheet only covering his bottom half, allowing for his toned back to be exposed.

It was a rare occurrence for the two of you to get mornings like this, or really any chance for you to just admire him in his natural beauty. Lando was always the first to wake, not that he wanted to be, but his lifestyle required him to. Either waking up to travel for race weeks, work out, or work on Quadrant stuff. The boy was going nonstop, so moments like this you never took for granted. It almost brought a sense of normalcy to your lives.

As he laid next to you right now he wasn't some famous Formula 1 driver, he was just Lando. The sweet boy who always texted you good morning and goodnight when the two of you were apart, the boy who always ate the tomatoes off your sandwiches, who always let you pick the music in the car, who always brings you back a stupid tourist souvenir from races you didn't attend. He was yours, every last bit of him.

Your eyes now fully adjusted to the sunlight, grazed over every detail of him. From his little moles, to his eyelashes that made his eyes even more beautiful, to his perfect nose, his jawline sculpted by the gods, and lastly his heart shaped lips. As your eyes moved down to his back you could resist in reaching out your hand to trace mindless patterns as you counted every little mole and freckle that adorned his back.

Feeling him stir under your touch you quickly snatched your hand back, the last thing you had wanted to do was wake him up. And you had thought you were in the clear until a deep, still filled with sleep, voice filled your ears.

"Why'd you stop for?" His eyes were still closed as he untucked his hand from under his pillow, grabbing your now idle hand and moving it back to its prior location on his back.

"So needy." You teased as you resumed the mindless patterns you drew moments ago.

"Hmm. Only for you." He hummed as he felt your touch on him once again. The sensation almost lulling him back to sleep, until the sun that had awoken you moved towards Lando, the beam of light now adorning his face. He looked almost ethereal to you in this light, a moment you wished you had your phone for to capture. His blue eyes even brighter as the light poured into them. "Jesus." He mumbled as he quickly moved away from the light.

"Yeah I don't think the sun wants us to sleep in today, woke me up too." You glanced back at the open blind, then back to the Brit who now was on his side, hand propping up his head as he looked at you. "Maybe if someone closed the blind last night we'd both still be asleep."

A smirk formed on his face at the memories of last night's events. "Maybe if someone would have kept their hands off of me, I would have remembered to close the blind."

"As if!" You scoffed.

His eyebrows raised, cheesy grin on his face as he recalled your words to him. "Really? Because all I can seem to remember is 'lan please touch me' 'i need you' 'don't sto-"

A pillow came barreling towards his face, his words mumbled as he continued to tease you. "Ok! Enough!" You hollered out, a blush creeping onto your cheeks at his words.

"Awe, is my girl embarrassed?" Laughter laced in his words as he moved closer to you. "Honestly I love the fact that you can't keep your hands off me and the day that I don't is the day I need to be taken out back and shot."

"You're so fucking dramatic I cannot." You laughed, eyes rolling playfully at him. "It's a good thing I love you Norris."

His smile still not leaving his face as he switched to join you in sitting up in bed. His hands reaching out to cup your face as he leaned in closer. "You better." He teased before connecting his lips with yours. The feeling something you prayed you'd never grow tired of. His kisses always had somewhat of a drug feeling to you, always making you want more, point proven as he went to pull away you were grabbing at him, pulling him back in. And when you had finally got your full fix he was the one that looked like a dopey fool, lips swollen and eyes hooded. "God I love you." He stated as his fingers traced from your neck down to your arm.

A smirk was tugging at your lips as you repeated Lando's words back to him. "You better."

The two of you spent the remainder of the morning wrapped in each other. Your head on his chest as he ran his hands through your hair, your fingers tracing patterns on his torso. It was peaceful, until the obvious topic that lingered in both your minds had finally festered enough. "We need to talk about yesterday Lan."

Ah, yes, yesterday. How could he forget? How could he forget that he exposed their hidden relationship to the whole world on accident.

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The said hidden relationship had been going on for around seven months, but Lando and you had known each other for years. The two of you met through mutual friends and instantly clicked. A bond formed and in what seemed like no time. Lando was someone you considered a best friend or a platonic other half, he just somehow always got you, knew what you were thinking, knew what to do when you were feeling upset or stressed. For Lando you were the one person who could calm him down after a bad race, who could make him laugh without even trying, and was the first person he thought of when he woke up in the morning. You knew each other's favorite foods, childhood dreams, and embarrassing secrets.

You attending the occasional races that were closer to home soon turned into Lando practically begging you to come to any race you could. Off weeks and breaks always spent in each others company. To any outsider looking in, the two of you were practically already together, at least it seemed like it. But if anyone asked either of you if there were feelings there (which many friends had) the both of you would say no. The both of you had never looked at each other in that way. Yes you loved him and you knew he loved you. And yes you weren't blind he was very attractive, but romantic feelings had never crossed your mind. You always pointed out to the people that prodded you with questions about Lando and you, that the both of you've had relationships in the time you've known each other. None of them ever lasting very long though. The both of them not knowing at the time that they were the main causes of their failed relationships.

Though, everything changed one cold January night in London. He had been handsy with you all night at the club, which Lando's hands on you wasn't a new concept, but tonight was excessive and different. His large hands always somehow planted on your hips, his chin resting on your shoulder. You blamed it on the alcohol, that he was just feeling affectionate, but you couldn't deny the feelings that were starting to fester inside of you. The feeling of him pressed up behind you. The feeling of his breath tickling your neck when he would whisper something in your ear. It was awakening something foreign in you towards Lando.

You could feel people's eyes on the two of you, videos undoubtedly being uploaded to social media. It wasn't the first time you had gotten filmed in public, in fact you were used to it, but under tonights circumstances you felt annoyed. You weren't sure if it was the music pouding in your chest or your heart, but combine that with the random eyes staring at you while Lando's hands are on you and this club was the last place you wanted to be. It felt suffocating almost, and you could barely manage to tell Lando you were heading home before you wriggled out of his grasp and made a b-line for the exit.

The cold air that hit your lungs as you exited the club was a soothing relief. The deep breaths you took as you pulled up Uber on your phone had managed to steady your heart rate, but that lasted for a mere second as a familiar hand landed on your shoulder.

"Y/N. Are you okay?"

Goosebumps formed on your skin and you weren't sure if it was from the cold or his touch. You didn't dare look back at him, just focused your attention on getting a ride. "I'm not feeling great. Think I may have drank too much." Lie. Both you and Lando knew you had barely had two drinks tonight and your very much coherent words did nothing to back up your statement. "I've got an Uber on the way. You stay. I'll be fine." Your eyes never leaving your phone as you spoke.

Lando had shuffled to the side of you and you could feel his eyes burning into you. "No, if you're leaving then so am I. Think I could crash at your place?"

Any other night this wouldn't have been such a big deal, Lando had stayed the night at your place many of times and you vise versa, but tonight was not like any other night. The mere idea of sharing a bed with him (because that's what friends do right?) made your head spin. All you had wanted to do was go home, take a cold shower, and try to rationalize these feelings you've had tonight. But your mouth was thinking faster than your brain and a 'sure' came tumbling out past your lips.

"Ok good." Lando stated, a smile tugging at his lips as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. The simple action causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach and that's when you knew the goosebumps from earlier were caused by the later option.

The 15 minute drive back to your place felt like an eternity.

The simple gesture of Lando putting his hand on your thigh as you got settled in the back seat made your breath catch in your throat. His head quirked towards you, eyebrows furrowed and his long fingers squeezed your thigh as he asked. "You good?"

You were in fact far from good. Your best friend was getting you hot and bothered in the back of an Uber, so no you weren't good.

"Just choked on my own spit, you know me."

The entire ride his hand felt like a thousand pounds on your thigh, the gesture that you never once batted an eyelash at now had you practically wanting to jump out of the moving vehicle.

The smell of his cologne was making your head spin as you tried to focus on anything other than how fast your heart was beating. If it hadn't been freezing outside you would have rolled down the window and stuck your head outside like a dog.

As the driver turned down your street you already had a grip on the door handle and he hadn't even come to a complete stop before you were opening the door and getting out.

Lando was fast on your heels, and by the time you entered your apartment you had decided that you were sleeping on the couch tonight.

A puzzled Lando stood motionless as he watched you carry a pillow and blanket from your room to the couch in the living room. "What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna sleep out here tonight. You can have my bed." You stated as you made your way towards your bedroom to grab some pajamas. The faster you could get ready for bed and away from whatever spell Lando had on you the better.

He had sat down on your bed as you rummaged through your dresser and you hadn't even heard him follow you to the bathroom until he spoke.

"Are you still not feeling good? Is that the reason you're sleeping on the couch? Or are you pissed at me? I'm already sorry for whatever I did."

As you glanced over at him he was leaning against the door frame and the sight of his shirt slightly raised up should not have made your heart beat quicken like it did, but yet here you were. You ignored his question, instead you were digging through the bathroom drawers, on a mission for your makeup wipes, but you couldn't seem to locate them.

"Top left." Lando shuffled into the bathroom towards the said drawer and as he pulled it open there sat your makeup wipes. A small smirk played at his lips as he handed them over to you.

You mumbled out a 'thanks' as you took them from him. As you took off your makeup he grabbed his toothbrush from the medicine cabinet. And as the two of you stood side by side getting ready for bed you realized just how much the scene playing out was nothing shy of domestication. What male friend knows what drawer your makeup wipes are in? And has his own toothbrush in your bathroom, not the guest bathroom? Has his own drawer in your dresser? Has his designated side of the bed? What other male friend touches you the way Lando does? Holds you? What other person in your life knew you as well as Lando? Who else did you have matching necklaces with? Your brain wouldn't stop with the questions, your body autopiloting the rest of your nighttime routine.

You felt Lando's arms sneak around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as the two of you made eye contact in the mirror. "Don't make me sleep alone tonight." He mumbled, before retreating to your bedroom. His words felt like ice in your veins and as you stood there staring back at yourself in the mirror you realized one thing.

You were fucked.

Thinking back to everytime one of your friends asking if Lando and you were together and you saying no, that there were no romantic feelings there now suddenly seemed like a big lie. Jesus christ, you guys were literally together, minus the kissing and sex, the two of you acted like you were in a relationship.

Did you have romantic feelings for Lando though?

The simple thought of 'i'm in love with my best friend' honestly had never crossed your mind. And thinking back to his past relationships there was never any jealousy coming from your side. So was all this that you were feeling tonight just a fluke? Maybe a side effect from the dry spell you've been having when it came to sex? But as you still stood there staring mindlessly at your reflection all the little pieces started to fit together.

You had said there were no feelings because your brain had blurred the lines between friendship and romantic feelings so much you couldn't tell the difference. Maybe it was your brain's way of protecting you, not letting you fully realize how you felt.

You had never gotten jealous or upset when Lando had gotten into relationships and it was because he still treated you like his number one even while seeing someone else. Looking back you had done the same in your past relationships. You remembered that the two of you had expressed vocally to each other that there must have been something wrong with them as to why they couldn't keep a partner for more than a couple months. And now you could see that you two were each others issue. Who wants to be in a relationship where the other person's heart already belongs to someone else?

How could you have been so blind? Because now the thought of 'i'm in love with my best friend' truly did cross your mind.

As you finally came back down to earth you realized you were going to have to face him as you exited the bathroom to get to the living room. The door had been open the whole time and you could hear a random sitcom playing softly on the TV. You didn't even want to look at him, afraid that one look would make you crawl in next to him. But as your feet moved from the cold tile to plush carpet your heart swelled at the sight in front of you.

Lando was already fast asleep on his side of the bed. Light snores emitting from him, his arm outstretched to your side, like he was waiting for you to climb into his arms (like you usually did). Your legs felt like cement pillars as you forced yourself out of your room. The urge to be wrapped up in his arms almost overpowering the sane part of you. You needed to be alone tonight, it was the smart thing to do. You had realized some big things about yourself and your relationship with Lando tonight and the level headed thing to do was to distance yourself until you had your head on completely straight.

That though, was easier said than done.

You were tired when you laid down on the couch, but yet almost two hours later you were still tossing and turning. Your mind being the main contributor as to why you were still up, Lando being the only thing on your mind. The uncomfortable couch didn't help either and you felt sorry for any your friends who had previously crashed on it. You tried to distract yourself, but scrolling on TikTok ended 30 minutes ago and you could only play so much Monopoly Go before you ran out of dice. A loud sigh escaped past your lips as the time on your phone read 3:00. If you would have just slept in your own bed you would have been in a deep sleep right now. But you were determined to not give in to your desires.

Ten minutes later your willpower gave out and you were walking down the hall towards your room. You slowly turned the door handle, not wanting to wake Lando. As you quietly closed the door, you couldn't help but shake your head at the fact that you were sneaking into your own room right now. It felt funny, like you were suddenly a teenager again.

Whatever had been playing on the TV had shut off and the glow of the screen saver was the only thing illuminating the room. Lando was still sound asleep, he was on his side now, and you were thankful that his back would be to you when you climbed into bed. Tip toeing to your side you carefully slid under the covers, the feeling of being in your own bed immediately relaxing you.

In a matter of seconds of you laying down Lando had flipped over, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you into him. For the first time in you think ever, you tensed at the feeling of being in his arms. It wasn't that you didn't want to be in his arms, it was that you did. It was that everything was different now. You weren't just wrapped in the embrace of your best friend. You were wrapped in the embrace of you best friend that you have unknowingly had romantic feelings towards for who knows how long.

The feeling of his thumb rubbing small circles where your shirt had slid up let you know he was awake, but you didn't instigate any conversation.

"Been waiting for ya." His sleep filled whisper tickled your neck, a shiver running down your spine.

Your hand traveled to his arm that had made its home around your waist, your hand covering his in a comforting way. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you."

Lando had pulled you closer to him, if that was even possible, your back flush against his front.

This was definitely something friends didn't do.

"It's okay. I couldn't sleep that well without you, kept waking up."

His words made your heart race, how have you just now realized that this relationship was not normal? Before you never batted an eyelash when he talked to you like that, but now he had you a blushing mess in his arms.

"What do you do when I'm not with you?" Your words were barely above a whisper.

"Take Nyquil." He deadpanned.

You craned your neck to look back at him, laughter lacing your words. "You're joking?!"

The light from the TV illuminated his face enough for you to see the sleepy smile on his face. "I'm not joking. I honestly think I might have built up a tolerance for it because it didn't work last week."

"Good lord Lan." You stated as you rested your head back on the pillow. "Maybe you should try Melatonin instead. Pretty sure it would be safer."

A simple hum was all you got in response and after a few moments of silence you thought he had fallen back asleep. His hand that had been tracing small circles on your skin had stilled and you took that as a sign for you to go to sleep too. Your eyes hadn't been closed for maybe ten seconds when he whispered something that made your eyes fly open.

"Wouldn't have to take anything to go to sleep if I just had you with me all the time."

Your body slowly turned towards him, your faces inches apart. It was time to face the music and talk about what you two were. Even though you had wished to work through it a little more on your own before talking to Lando. He was clearly testing the waters with you and what a better time to talk about how you were in love with your best friend than when you're in bed with them?

Words scrambled around in your brain, a thousand ways to go about this existed, but you couldn't get your brain and mouth to communicate. The two of you laid there, drowning in eachothers eyes, until you could finally put together a sentence.

"What's going on with us?" Lando only cocked an eyebrow at you, his eyes scanning your face to figure out where you were going with this. "Lan." You were wanting a response from him, not a confused look.

"What are you talking about?"

A sigh came tumbling past your lips, he was going to make you be the one to say it. "Lando. Do you think the way we act towards each other is normal? Like what other friends act the way we do with each other? The way you've been with me tonight is especially not how friends should act. Imagine how weird it would be if it was Fewtrell next to me right now instead of you." You paused, knowing what you were going to say next was going to change everything, and once you said it there was no going back. "We are more than friends Lando."

His mouth opened to say something and then immediately shut. He never thought this day would come. He had realized that things were more than platonic between you two months ago, and they had been the most agonizing couple months. Him knowing that he was in love with you, but too scared to say anything incase you didn't feel the same was driving him crazy. So, he pressed the envelope with his actions and words, hoping you would open your eyes.

His silence was slowly eating away at you. Had you just dreamt up all this stuff about you guys being more than friends? Had you misinterpreted his actions towards you and now made yourself look like a fool? "Please don't tell me this is one sided. God did I just fuc-"

Lando's lips on yours took you by surprise and it took a minute for your brain to catch up to be able to kiss him back. His lips were soft and it was a much different (better) feeling than whenever he had kissed your forehead or any other place that wasn't your lips (which again, how was that platonic?). His hand had traveled up towards your neck, his thumb resting on your cheek as he deepened the kiss. You felt light headed, never in a million years did you think you'd be kissing your best friend like this, but god did you love it. It was slightly embarrassing how you were already craving more as he pulled away, both of you with stupid smiles on your face.

"Yeah I don't think friends do that." He stated as he tried to catch his breath.

"No friends don't do that." The smile on your face still prominent as you stared at Lando.

His hand reached out for yours, your fingers interlocking causing the already prominent butterflies in your stomach to flutter even more. The two of you found your selves staring at each other once more, your eyes getting lost in the sea that was his eyes.

"Is this where we say we love each other?" Lando's words bringing you back to reality.

It wasn't uncommon for you guys to tell each other that you loved one another. In fact the last time those words were spoken was just a couple days ago. But now those three little words meant so much more, it was different now. Everything between the two of you was different now. Even if it didn't seem like that big of a deal it was, at least to you. Your teeth found the inside of your bottom lip as you plucked up the courage to say it.

"Everything is gonna be different now." Lando furrowed his eyebrows, head cocked in a questioning manner. His silence told you to continue speaking. "What I'm trying to say is yes I love you, but now those words mean so much more. We've crossed a line and there is no going back. It's gonna be different in public now, especially with your fans, and oh god we are never gonna hear the end of it from our friends. Do you think-"

Once again Lando had interrupted your rambling by smashing his lips onto yours. The action still taking you by surprise, but your reaction time had sped up significantly since the first time. This kiss was different from the first, it was more loving, slower even. It was like he was trying to calm you, reassure you about whatever you were worried about.

As he pulled away he laid flat on his back, his arms inviting you into them. With no obligation you scooted over to him, your head resting on his chest as his arms wrapped around you. The feeling of him pressing chaste kisses to the top of your head made your eyes flutter shut, you wanted to savor this moment.

"I love you, like a lot, probably too much for my own good. And if I had to guess I would say when we've said it to each other before, deep down we knew how we really felt when we said it. So, I don't think it's any different now because how I feel about you right now is how I've felt about you the whole time. Granted it took me a little while to figure it out, but fuck Y/N. It's always been you. Always has and always will be."

You had never had someone talk about you like that and in the moment you were thankful that you weren't facing Lando or else he would see the tears welling up in your eyes.

"And everyone already thinks we are together, and my fans like you, but if you're worried about going public we don't have to, not until you're ready. I mean hell we can continue to act the way we usually do, but I'll just have to keep my lips off of you, which may be more difficult than I thought." A grin was plastered on his face as he peppered kisses all over your shoulder, giggles erupting from you at his actions.

"I know your fans like me, but to them I'm still just your best friend, I'm not with you. There is a big difference Lando. Also, it wouldn't hurt to keep it from our friends for awhile, maybe just a month or two. Do you really want to hear Max go on and on about how he was right? It will never end. We've deprived ourselves of each other for years. I just want to enjoy us, without everyone else putting their nose where it shouldn't belong.

"Alright then it's decdided."

You lifted your head from his chest. Leaning up towards him you pressed your lips against his. "I love you."

Lando returned the favor, your lips together once again. "I love you too."

Your head rested back on Lando's chest, his arms wrapped around you once more. A moment you could get used to having, the feeling of his lips though something you don't think you'll ever get used to.

"And you're right. I know Fewtrell has bets placed on us, we'd never hear the end of it." Lando's chest vibrated with laughter, and when he laughed so did you. And in that moment there was no better feeling than being in the arms of the man you loved, laughing.

So, from that moment on the two of you kept your relationship hidden. You still acted like before (two best friends who were basically together because they were secretly in love with one another). But kept your intimate moments behind closed doors.

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Over the course of your relationship there were a couple times where you guys almost exposed the two of you. The first time was two months in, when a jealous Lando almost spilled the beans.

It was a race week, the Australian GP to be exact. It was the first race of the season that you were attending since the two of you had decided to keep your relationship a secret. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for you to be there during race weekends. Infact last season you had probably been to at least 75% of the races, so you were a well known face around the paddock and garage. But even with you being around people you knew and a familiar atmosphere, you were still slightly nervous as you walked through the paddock. This was going to be the first real test of seeing if you guys could keep your relationship under wraps. There were cameras literally every few feet, which meant no room for slip ups.

As you approached McLaren hospitality you spotted Lando outside the entrance talking to Carlos.

"Hello boys." You greeted as you approached them. Smiles beaming from both of them back at you. "Are you lost Carlos?" You joked with the Ferrari driver.

A smirk splayed across his face. "Ah just came over to see you hermosa." The Spaniard always was a flirt, especially with you. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Lando tense at Carlos shamelessly flirting with you. "When are you gonna lose the papaya and come wear red?"

Rolling your eyes you couldn't help but let out a laugh at his antics, he truly had no shame in his game. "Behave Carlos."

Y/N may have found it funny, but Lando found nothing about this situation funny. And all he could do was stand here and let his ex teammate flirt with his girlfriend.

Before he got to be tortured anymore he was being whisked away to do an interview, but unfortunately for him he still had a clear view of the two of them as he sat down to do his interview.

He could barely focus on what the guy was asking him, his gaze flickering over the guys shoulder to watch you and Carlos every chance he got. He knew whatever Carlos was telling you was not that funny, there was no reason for you to be doubled over laughing.

The interviewer clearing his throat brought Lando's attention back to him. "Sorry could you repeat the question."

"Yes. I was asking after FP3 earlier how confident are you going into qualis in a few short hours?"

Lando gave some bullshit answer, his mind and gaze already wondering back to you and Carlos. His jealousy really starting to peak when Carlos put his hand on your arm as you laughed again at something he said. Lando knew you were just being friendly with Carlos and if anything his jealousy was just from the fact that he couldn't go out there and tell Carlos to fuck off and leave you alone. But when he saw Carlos' hands linger longer than they should have after a hug, the hints of red in his vision weren't from the Ferrari drivers fireproofs. God, how was he going to survive not letting every person in this place that you were his? The interview was thankfully a short one, which may have been due to his inability to focus.

He was handing off the microphone and out of the chair before they had probably stopped recording the interview. He could still see Carlos leaning against the railing outside, but you were long gone.

"Where'd Y/N go?" Lando inquired.

"Said she forgot her sunglasses in the garage earlier."

A simple nod came from Lando as he now joined Carlos in leaning against the railing. Silence had lulled between the two drivers and Lando was thankful that Carlos hadn't brought up Y/N, but seconds later he knew he had spoke too soon.

"You think she's into me?"

Lando nearly choked on his spit at the Spaniard's question. The bluntness of it took him by surprise, but the fact that Carlos really thought he had a chance with Y/N had Lando somewhat amused.

"I don't think so." Lando tried to use a normal voice, if he even knew what that was.

Carlos pushed himself off the railing. His whole body turning to face Lando, who maintained his gaze ahead, not wanting to look over at Sainz. "How do you know she's not?" What was Lando supposed to say? She's not into you because she's in love with me? He had froze up, allowing for Carlos to speak freely. "What are you in love with her or something? Not wanting to let me worm my way in?"

Lando's heartbeat quickened at the mention of him being in love with you. He racked his brain with how he could steer this conversation away from the two of you being together.

"No. She's got a boyfriend." Simple and effective he thought.

Lando still hadn't made eye contact with Carlos, but out of the corner of his eye he could see a smirk on Carlos' face. "Oh yeah who is it?"

So perhaps that wasn't the direction to steer the conversation. "I don't know."

"You're telling me your're her best friend and you don't know who she's dating?" What the hell did Lando get himself into? He had a way of always digging himself into a deeper hole when he talked, and in a situation like this he was really trying to chose his words carefully. But unfortunately for Lando, Carlos took his silence as an answer. "Well I'm taking that as you couldn't think of anyone to say. So when I ask her to dinner tonight, what would she like better? Italian? Chinese? Oh we are in Australia so what about some seafood? Sushi maybe?"

The two drivers now stood face to face as Lando's jealousy turned into irritation. "You're getting your hopes up Carlos. I told you she has a boyfriend."

"Until I have a name I don't believe you."

Lando knew he could just blurt out a random mechanics name from the team and that would pacify Carlos, but his smugness about the whole thing was just rubbing Lando the wrong way. Lando wanted to throw it in Carlos' face that you were his. Not some random guy or any other driver or mechanic's, you were his girlfriend. He knew you would be pissed about him blabbing to Carlos, exposing your relationship. In fact he would be breaking the promise that he made to you, but his judgment was clouded. And like always Lando's mouth worked faster than his brain.

"She's dating-"

"Sorry who's dating who?" Your eyes wide and heart racing as you approached the two drivers once more. You prayed Lando wasn't about ready to say what you thought he was as you stared him down.

Lando's cheeks turned scarlet as he stumbled over his words. He was thankful you showed up when you did to save him from making the mistake, but he also knew you weren't going to be happy.

"We were just talking about who you were dating." Carlos finally spoke up after watching Lando choke on every attempt at talking.

Your eyebrows raised in a fake suprisment at Lando, sarcasm dripping on every word you spoke. "Oh really?! I didn't know my love life was such a public topic? Who am I dating?"

Lando's eyes flashed back and forth between you and Carlos and as you stood there staring back at him he was already trying to telepathically apologize to you.

"He wouldn't say." Carlos stated as he glanced between Lando and you. The atmosphere was tense and he suddenly felt like he was in the middle of something he shouldn't be. He could find you later to talk, but right now he was trying to figure out how to excuse himself. "I think I'm late to an interview. I'll see you guys later."

As soon as Carlos was out of earshot you spoke, your tone hushed. "You better have a good explanation."

Lando glanced around, there were way too many people around for you two to be having this conversation here. Hell he probably shouldn't have even been talking to Carlos about you here earlier. If he would have told Carlos about the two of you, ten other people probably would have heard too. Grabbing your hand he led you through hospitality doors, down a small hallway, and then suddenly you were in what looked to be a storage room. McLaren merch was strewn about and various snacks and drinks lined the counters.

As you heard the lock on the door click you turned to see Lando leaning against it. No words were exchanged, you only raised your eyebrows at him, indicating for him to explain himself.

Lando pushed himself off the door, his hands reaching out for you to hold. When you only gave him a blank expression, he wiggled his fingers, emphasizing his want.

"Baby." The slight smile on his face didn't match the whiny questioning tone of his voice. Rolling your eyes at his dramatics you placed your hands in his, fingers intertwining as he pulled you closer to him. "I'm sorry. I let my jealousy get the better of me. I couldn't stand looking at Carlos shamelessly flirt with you. Then once you left he was talking to me about asking you out and he just wouldn't let up. It was driving me crazy, I just wanted to tell him to fuck off, that you were mine. And clearly I almost did until you walked up."

His eyes scanned your face for any indication that you weren't completely pissed off at him, but to his surprise your lips were on his. It was a quick kiss, his brain barely comprehending it was happening before you were pulling away, only making him desperate for more.

"I'm not mad, it just took me by surprise when I walked up and that was coming out of your mouth. I also knew he was flirting with me, why do you think I finally left? I could only play nice for so long, so I made up the excuse of me leaving my sunglasses in the garage." You paused, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek. A small smile washed across Lando's face as he leaned into your touch. "Just please from now try and keep your jealousy in check? I've liked these past couple months with just us two, not us two and millions of other people. Plus, you have nothing to be jealous about. I love you. Not Carlos or Charles or-"

Lando's eyes widened. "Wait how many other drivers have been flirting with you?"

"It's not important. All I was trying to say is that I love you and only you!"

Lando scoffed, his hands grabbing at your waist, pulling you flush against him. "I love you too baby, but I'm gonna have to hide you or something. I don't think my heart can take seeing all these guys fawn over you."

Your hand reached up to his hair, your fingers running through his mop of curls. While his hands were placed firmly on your hips, his fingers toying with the fabric of your shirt. "You'll survive pretty boy."

"Oh so you think I'm pretty?" Lando teased as he leaned in to satisfy his desire to taste your lips after the tease of a kiss moments ago.

"Yes, but you're my pretty boy."

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The second time your relationship was almost exposed was entirely your fault. Getting wasted + missing your boyfriend = blabbing to your friends.

To say perhaps you had been neglecting your friends since being with Lando was an understatement. Always denying their invites out because you were either working, going to a race, or saying you were working when really you were with Lando.

You had been trying to make plans for over a month with your friends, but it never seemed like anyone's schedule lined up, until this weekend. It was an off week for Lando and he had suggested that your friends and you have a girls weekend in Monaco, even saying you guys could stay at his apartment. Though, to you, a hotel sounded safer. You had way too much of your stuff at his place for it to seem like anything platonic.

So, here you guys were, getting ready in a hotel not even ten minutes away from Lando's apartment. Music playing in the background as you rummaged through your suitcase for the perfect outfit for tonight. Laughter erupting from everyone as you recalled funny memories from past nights out. It felt good to be with them again, you had missed this, missed them.

Work had been absolutely draining you these past couple weeks, deadlines and unread emails haunted your dreams. You had even been so busy that you had to miss Lando's race last week. It had been almost two weeks since you had even seen him. Facetime being your main form of communication as of recently. But tonight wasn't about Lando, it was about going out and having a good time with your friends. Although, someone should have told drunk you that.

You're all piling into an Uber before you know it, skirts and dresses slightly too short, but no one cared because that's the fun of it all. The conversation consists of who's going to get the most drunk and from the pregaming that took place back at the hotel it could be anyone. It then shifts to who might go home with someone tonight and of course because you've been 'single' the longest everyone says you need to be the one to. And of course you play along saying "Honestly I need to. It's been awhile since I've gotten any action."

Which wasn't a lie, you hadn't seen Lando in two weeks. Your work being primarily based in London and him being in another country for almost a week. Then this weekend being a girls weekend had provided less than enough time for you guys to even talk on the phone, let alone fool around.

"Well we are in Monaco. Let's pray our girl bags a hot millionaire." Your friend stated.

Already accomplished that.

The bass from the music rattles in your chest as you walk through the club with your friends in tow. The bar is of course the first stop, you open a tab and tell the girls to get what they want. You decide on a rum and coke, you weren't planning on going absolutely crazy tonight, but a couple of these plus the pregaming at the hotel would have you feeling happy tonight.

"Let's dance!" One of your friends shouts as she's already heading into the swarm of bodies.

You swayed your body to the beat, it felt good to finally let loose and have some fun. Your eyes closed as you got lost in the music, warmness radiating through you from the alcohol in your veins, but also the other dancing bodies around you.

As the night progressed so had your alcohol consumption. You honestly weren't planning on going this hard, but everything was just going down so smoothly and you were having such a good time. But you knew as your friend brought over everyone a double round of tequila shots you were done for. You were a big girl and you could have said no, but you were already so inebriated at that point the idea of saying no never crossed your mind. Only I'm gonna regret this in the morning as you said bottoms up.

Before you knew it you were wasted and as your friends tried to rally you so you all could leave you were proving to be a little more than difficult. It didn't help that your friends, although not as gone as you, were also clearly drunk. They had somehow managed to get you outside amidst your protests that the 'night was still young', at two in the morning.

You were trying to stand upright as you waited for your friend to get an Uber, but apparently to you the pavement looked more comfortable and down you went. Your knees and arms were scraped up, but you didn't feel anything, at all. You were practically floating at this point, one more shot and you would have been at black out level.

"Ok. Just sit on the curb. It's gonna be a minute for the Uber." Your least drunk friend said as she clamped a hand on your shoulder, preventing you from getting back up.

"Ugh. Just call my boyfriend he can come get us." In your drunken state you hadn't realized what you had said.

"Your boyfriend!? Who's your boyfriend?" You had the attention of all your friends now.

Pulling your phone out of your clutch you thanked the Apple Gods for face id because there was no way you could have put in your passcode. Getting to your recent calls was easier said than done and at one point you had accidently called your Mom. "Oops. Sorry Mom." You giggled. Your fingers and brain weren't working in sync so you resorted to Siri, which was not a good idea either.

"Siri call Lando."

Your friends necks nearly broke from how fast they turned them towards your phone.

"Sorry I didn't get that." Siri chimed off

"Siri call Lando Norris."

Failed.

"Siri call Laaanndoooo."

Failed again.

"Siri-"

"Ok enough. I'll just call him. Uber cancelled on me anyways." Your friend stated as she held her phone up to her ear. "Hey Lando. It's Y/F/N. Yeah sorry for calling so late. No everything's ok it's just that our Uber cancelled and Y/N mentioned something about you being able to come get us? If not it's fine- Oh ok great thanks. We are at the club with the big neon sign on the front. Yeah ok see you in a couple minutes."

"Who was that?" You asked as your friend hung up the phone.

She sat down next you on the curb, her arm wrapping around your shoulders, your head leaning to rest on her shoulder. "Lando. He's coming to get us."

Your eyes widened as your head perked up at the mention of his name. "Oh good. I've missed him!"

Your friends all exchanged questioning glances. Not sure if Lando was the boyfriend you had mentioned, if you were so drunk that you thought Lando was your boyfriend, or if they were so drunk that they had misinterpreted what you were saying. They all had always said that you two had to be together, that you had to have feelings for him, but in this drunken instance they weren't sure what to believe. The saying drunk words are sober thoughts worked in this situation, but they too were drunk, so who was the wiser?

As Lando pulled up to the club he could see you sitting on the curb with your friend, your other friends hovering behind you. Putting the car in park he got out and made his way across the street to you. He wasn't sure what state you were in, but from the scrapes on your knees, glossy eyes, and overly enthusiastic yelling when he approached he knew you weren't just tipsy.

"Lan!" You yelled when you saw him crossing the street. You tried to get up, but your legs gave out. Luckily for you Lando's arms were wrapped around you before you hit the pavement again. "Careful. Think you might've went a little too hard tonight huh?" His cologne invaded your senses, combine that with the hoodie and sweats he had on and all you wanted to do was be in his arms tonight. "Hi guys." He greeted your friends, who were all taking in the scene in front of them. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for Lando and you to be close like this, but after what came tumbling out of your mouth earlier they were second guessing everything. "Come on let's get you guys back to the hotel."

Lando had to help you into the car and then buckle you in while your friends piled in the back seat. "I don't wanna go to the hotel I wanna go to yours." A pout planted firmly on your face.

Ignoring your plea Lando closed the passenger side door and walked back to the drivers side. The car wasn't even a couple minutes from the club and you had passed out, small snores coming from you.

"Are you guys together?" Your friend's question made Lando's heart skip a beat. His eyes flickered up to the rearview mirror, your friends eyes staring back at him made his heart race even more.

"No. Why?" He prayed his tone was normal and not one of a man keeping said relationship a secret.

"She pretty much said you were her boyfriend."

Fuck. He knew she was drunk, but not that drunk to blab about their relationship. He racked his brain on how to spin this around.

"Unfortunately I'm not." Maybe admitting to her friends that he wanted to be with her, but wasn't, might work?

"What do you mean unfortunately you're not? Is this you finally admitting to what we have all known already?" Another friend asked.

Lando glanced over to you in the passenger seat. Your head leaning against the window, hair frizzy, the smell of tequila radiating off of you. Even in your drunken mess he thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world. "Maybe. I'm just afraid I can't give her what she needs." His eyes flickered back to the rearview mirror, questioning looks stared back at him, encouraging him to continue. "I can't always be there 24/7 like a normal boyfriend. Yeah she can travel with me, but she has a life and a job too. I wouldn't want her to lose that aspect of herself just to be with me. I wouldn't want her to think that she came second in my life, because even now right now she doesn't."

What Lando had said was true, it was a insecurity, hell even a fear that he's had for quite some time. The idea of him not being enough for you scared him. The fact that maybe one day you would grow tired of the inconsistency and leave him made him sick. He tried to be the best boyfriend he could, but some days he was so busy that he was lucky to send you a couple texts. It was hard having a career that he loved be so much of his life, something that at this point was a literal part of him. But on the other hand, you were also a part of him. He never wanted you to feel like you came second in his life, because at the end of the day racing doesn't last forever, and he wanted you to be the one that was still there after he took his last lap.

"If that's all that is holding you back from telling her how you feel then you're stupid. How long have you guys been in each other's lives? She's used to your crazy schedule and half the time she makes it work and is with you. She may deny it every time we bring it up, but she's in love with you Lando. Don't let the one person who would literally go to hell and back for you slip away because you're afraid of what might happen."

As the car stopped in front of the hotel Lando turned back to look at your friend. "Clearly you didn't drink as much as Y/N."

"I'm being serious Lando. Tell her." A serious look plastered on her face as your two other friends had started to exit the vehicle. Lando had unbuckled your seatbelt, but you were too knocked out to notice. "Just take her back to your place, it's where she wanted to go anyways. But I swear when we meet up tomorrow and you two aren't together I'm gonna strangle you Norris!"

She had joined your other friends on the sidewalk as Lando rolled down your window to talk to her. "She's completely wasted. I'm not telling her tonight."

"Well then in the morning! Either way you better do it!" Your friend hollered before they all gave him a wave goodbye and made their way into the hotel.

With a sigh Lando rolled your window back up and reached over to buckle you back in. Stirring slightly, you turned in the seat as Lando's hands brushed over you. "We're going home baby girl."

Music played softly on the radio as he drove the winding streets back to his apartment. It seemed like the act had worked on your friends. That you two were still the stubborn lovesick fools to them and not two people hiding their relationship.

By the time Lando had parked the car back at his apartment you had woke up. Something he was grateful for because (though he would never say this outloud) you were an absolute pain to wake up sober, let alone drunk.

"Come on baby, we're home." Lando stood in front of the passenger side, hands out to help you out of the car. A groan came from you as you dramatically swung your legs out, grabbing ahold of Lando's hands he helped you out the rest of the way. With his arm securely around your waist the two of you made your way to the elevator. "My knees hurt." You whined as you walked (stumbled).

"Yeah it seems that you took a nasty tumble." Lando shuffled you into the elevator, pressing the button for his floor with his free hand. You glanced down at your knees, even with your blurry vision you could see the dried blood. "Your arms too. Gonna have to wrap you in bubble wrap next time you go out."

You slowly lifted your arms as you tried to focus your vision to get a good look at them. But it was the same as your knees all you could see was blurry dried blood. "Well shit." You sighed, head falling onto Lando's shoulder.

As soon as you got into the apartment Lando was already bent down in front of you. Your hands on his shoulders as he helped you out of your heels.

"Come on we've got to get you cleaned up." His arm was back around your waist as he led you towards the bathroom. As you sat on the toilet seat lid you waited patiently for Lando to grab the first aid kit. Sleep was creeping its way back in as you sat there, your eyelids feeling heavy. You hadn't even realized you had dozed off until the feeling of a warm washcloth on your knees woke you up. As Lando gently cleaned your knees and arms you watched him. Even in your drunken state you heart couldn't help but swell at him taking care of you. Once he had cleaned and bandaged your injuries he grabbed your makeup wipes from one of the drawers. Your eyes fluttering shut as he did his best to remove your makeup, giggling as he cursed your waterproof mascara.

"Ok time to wash your face."

You had tried to get up to go to the sink, but his large hands pushed you back down. "I don't need you falling again, just stay put."

So you sat there as he applied your face wash, making sure to get the remaining remnants of your makeup off. And as he was applying your moisturizer you couldn't help but stare at him with adorning eyes. You were so utterly in love with him it made you sick. This wasn't the first time he had taken care of you like this, but this was the first time since you'd realized you loved him. And in this moment his actions just simply meant so much more to you than they ever did back then.

"I love you." You said as he rubbed in the last little bit of moisturizer.

His eyes met yours as he looked down at you, his hands cupping your cheeks as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Love you too baby."

He helps you brush your teeth and then seconds later you're crawling into bed. "Nope. I love you, but you are not cuddling up to me tonight in that scratchy dress." He throws some of your pajamas at you as a groan came from you. "Come on dress off."

"Jeez at least take me out to dinner first Norris." You joked as you slowly got off the bed. A smirk toyed at his lips as he rolled his eyes at you. "Are you gonna unzip it for me or?" Lando wasted no time, his fingers pulling the tiny zipper down. As the fabric fell to the ground he placed a chaste kiss on your shoulder, a sign of affection rather than sexual desire.

Thankfully you were able to dress yourself as you were slowly sobering up. Climbing back into bed you were greeted with Lando who had already took his hoodie off and was waiting for you to crawl into his arms, an offer you gladly took.

"I've missed you. I've missed this." You stated as you got settled into his embrace.

A kiss was placed on your temple. "Me too."

You were asleep within minutes, Lando not long after. But when you awoke the next morning with a hangover from hell some things that had slipped your mind came to light as the sun rose. Like the fact that you were out with your friends last night, but had somehow ended up at Lando's.

When Lando woke up he explained everything to you, about how you blabbed and how he hopefully convinced them that you weren't together. That he was just a lovesick fool who wanted to be with you. "They are gonna be expecting us to be together or at least expect me to have confessed my love when we go to lunch later." He was leaned against the headboard, your head in his lap as he ran his fingers through your hair.

"Do you think they even remember?" You asked.

"They weren't as drunk as you, so most definitely."

You lifted your head up to look at him. "Well, just because they are expecting it doesn't mean it has to happen."

So when you guys went to lunch your friends heads perked up when they saw the two of you, hopeful glances shared between them.

"So any news to share from last night or recently?" One of your friends asks as you're browsing the menu. Thankfully the menu covered your face at the moment, because you were trying so hard not to laugh at her question.

You played along though, acting like it was a regular conversation starter. "If you consider me deciding to never go out again after last night news then sure. I've got a hangover from hell."

You weren't even looking, but you could sense your friends eyes darting towards Lando, and a slight jostle from under the table was undoubtedly one of your friends kicking Lando.

"Although, it's still considered brunch hours, maybe I'll get a mimosa. Always heard nothing like getting over a hangover by drinking more." Acting like the tension between Lando and your friends was nonexistent you continued talking. "What are you guys thinking? The turkey club sounds good."

Lando on the other hand was fighting for his life. Between the stares and his now sore shin, he was wishing he would have never came. His phone vibrated on the table and as he picked it up it was a text from one of your friends and it only said one word.

y/f/n: chicken!!!!

At least his cover up worked last night, now hopefully they could just make it through this lunch.

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The third time, technically you both were to blame, but you both blamed each other.

The unrelenting sun beat down on Lando as he climbed out of the car after probably the worst FP3 of his career. Granted it was only a practice run, but if this was how the car was going to perform in the actual race then he was done for. Not to mention this was his home race, which any driver wants to perform well in. There was a heatwave at Silverstone this weekend, one of the contributing factors in his shit practice run. The others; absolutely no grip on the tires, sweltering temperatures in the cockpit, and the fact that he couldn't stop thinking about you. Specifically how you looked in the garage before he went out for FP3.

From the get-go this morning when you put on that papaya (let's be real it was orange) tank top that cupped your breasts just right he knew today was going to be a long day. Then when he saw you in the garage the only thing he could think about was taking you back to his drivers room and fucking you till you couldn't walk. The slight sheen of sweat on your skin from the boiling sun gave you a glowing look, that goddamn tank top, and your hair tied up in a ponytail had basically given him a semi. But it was something he could mark off his "insane things to happen while in a race car" list.

1. have a hard on while driving.

As he walked into the garage he was thankful his race suit was slightly baggy in the groin area. When his race engineer started to go over data and possible strategy everything went in one ear and out the other, his mind preoccupied with only down right nasty thoughts about you. His grip on the table that he leaned on getting tighter with each passing moment. He didn't dare glance in your direction, afraid that his slight issue would turn into a full blown one.

You on the other hand were oblivious to how Lando was feeling at the moment. You thought the strained look on his face was from the heat and the not so great practice, not from him wanting to bend you over the first chance he could get. You hadn't even realized Lando was done talking to Will, too engrossed in your phone, until you felt Lando's grip on your arm.

His eyes were like saucers as you looked up at him. His tone was demanding yet he spoke softly to you as he didn't want anyone else to hear. "Come on."

Not one to oblige, you quickly following behind him to where you soon realized was to his drivers room. You figured he wanted to rant or just relax for a little bit before qualifying, but oh boy were you proven wrong as soon as Lando closed the door.

"You've been driving me fucking crazy all day." The almost animalistic tone of his voice went straight through you. His eyes dark as he made his way over to you, hands harshly gripping your waist. Your words were caught in your throat as you stood there, wide eyes staring back at Lando. "Oh don't act like you didn't wear that tank top on purpose. You knew the way it makes your tits look would drive me crazy."

His fingertips traced along the low neckline of your tank top, his touch causing a shiver to run up your spine. A smirk developed on his face as his fingertips traveled up the straps, your neck, and finally landing on your ponytail. His long slender fingers wrapped around it, and you knew what he was about to do, but that still didn't stop the moan that came barreling out of you when he tugged on your ponytail.

"You little slut you liked that didn't you?" Now it was your turn to smirk at him, a small laugh even escaped past your lips, which you knew would go straight through him. "You think this is funny huh? Think I should teach you a lesson."

In an instant his lips are on yours. It's messy and rushed, teeth clashing as he's guiding you towards his physio table. When the back of your legs hit the table he wastes no time in lifting you up onto it. His hands are already tugging at your tank top as he stands between your legs. You break apart just long enough to let him basically rip your shirt off and then his lips are back on yours. His hands had migrated from your hips to your breasts, rolling and pinching your nipples with his fingertips. The stimulation going straight to your core as he swallowed your moans.

Grabbing at his fireproofs you tried to pull him as close as possible to you. You could already feel how wet you were getting, your desire for him growing more by the minute. As he's attacking your neck you reach down and undo the button of your shorts and somehow shimmy them off while still sitting.

"That desperate for me huh? Undressing yourself?" He whispered in your ear, his teeth nipping at your earlobe.

"Only for you." You words breathy as he soothes the spot on your collarbone that will need to be covered in the morning.

Almost like a natural reflex your hips start rolling towards Lando, impatience setting in. All you want is for him to touch you and clearly he got the signal. His hand moved down to your clothed core, fingertips ghosting along it.

Whines emitting from you as you rocked your hips towards his hand. "Lan please."

"You gotta tell me what you want baby girl." His pupils blown as he grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

"I want you to fuck me with your fingers." He felt his already painfully hard cock twitch at your words. No matter how many times you guys fucked, he was always surprised at how filthy your mouth was.

And as the natural born pleaser that he was, he pushed your panties to the side and immediately ran his fingers through your drenched folds. "Fuck baby your soaked."

You leaned back on the table to give him better access and as he slipped the first two fingers in your head fell back. Your moans echoing through the room as his fingers slide in an out of you.

"You gotta be quiet." He says as he adds a third finger.

His thumb works your clit and as his fingers curl up and find that spot that makes you see stars your biting down on his shoulder to try and keep quiet. You can feel yourself getting close, that pit in your stomach growing as those long fingers of his somehow repeatedly hit your g-spot. Lando can tell your close just from the way your breathing.

"Come on baby. Gonna be a good girl and come all over my fingers?"

His words of praise only adding to the the pleasure you were feeling right now. And Lando couldn't help but let out a chuckle at your walls clenching around his fingers as he praised you. Seconds later your coming undone, moans muffled by Lando's shoulder as your orgasm washes over you. His fingers continue to work even through your orgasm, something he always did. Always teetering on the line of overstimulation with you.

But this time he doesn't eventually let up, he's got you pushed all the way back on the table with your legs wide open. His free hand has you basically pinned to the table as he's relentlessly pumping his fingers into you, thumb still circling that small bundle of nerves. Your squirming under him, legs shaking as he teases you with his hushed words.

"Awe can my baby not take it? You want me to stop?"

You can barely think straight, every nerve in your body feels like it's on fire. The sound of his fingers in your wet cunt is borderline sinful. He's got a devilish grin on his face as he starts to slow his fingers, and you remember you didn't answer his question. The pitiful 'don't stop' that you're able get out is sufficient enough for Lando and he goes back to that same toe curling pace.

Lando knows your coming before you do, he knows your body like the back of his hand. The way your walls clench around his fingers and how your breathing gets rigid tells him you're on the edge. With one final curl of his fingers your back is arching as your hands grip the sides of the table. You were sure that you were speaking in tongues, the pleasure so intense you don't even realize how loud your being until Lando's got his hand clamped over your mouth. Eyes wide as he's shushing you, but he's removed his fingers from your cunt and decided to solely focus on your clit, and you think you might die if he tries to give you three orgasms back to back like that.

Lando can feel his cock throbbing in his race suit as he looks at how wrecked he's got you with just his fingers. He knows he can give you another orgasm without even using his cock, he knows you can take it, but his desire to be buried so deep into your pussy that you can feel him in your stomach overrides his pleaser mentality.

He lets you squirm for a few more moments before taking his hand away. His fingers immediately entering his mouth as he licks them clean. You watch him through hooded eyes, chest heaving as you’re trying to come down from your back to back orgasms. The desire for his mouth to be attached to your throbbing clit growing as you watch him. You knew you were being greedy, but you also knew he’d do it if you asked him. The man loved nothing more than being between your thighs. Always thinking that if he died while eating your pussy at least he’d die doing something he loved. And you thought you’d be getting your wish until he’s tugging his race suit down the rest of the way, fireproofs following after.

His cock slaps against his stomach as soon as it's free and you truly don't think you'll ever get used to just how thick it is. Your pussy already fluttering at the thought of him stretching you out. His hands are grabbing at your ankles, pulling you towards the edge of the table. And you don't realize just how much of a mess you had made on it until your ass is basically gliding over the table. Your lips collide for a brief moment as you resume your previous position of sitting on the edge of the table. His tongue exploring your mouth as your hand reaches down to his cock. The simple action of your thumb running over his tip had him moaning into your mouth, his hips bucking towards your hand.

In one swift motion he's got you bent over the table and you're practically dripping with anticipation. Lando's got one hand gripping your waist and his painfully hard cock in the other. The small moan that you let out just by him rubbing his tip between your folds is like music to his ears. Usually he would tease you, but he'd been thinking about this exact moment all damn day, he wasn't going to waste any time teasing. You're both trying to be quiet, but the feeling of just him pushing the tip in has both of you gasping. The feeling of him stretching you out is one of your favorite things in the world. How you can feel every inch of him, feel the vein on the underneath side of his cock, the slight curve in it that always hits your g-spot, it was like a drug that you couldn't get enough of.

By the time he's bottomed out and gotten you nice and accustomed to him he's ready to be absolutely feral. He leans down to your ear, his hands roaming your body as he speaks. "You gonna be a good girl for me? Gonna take my cock like the good little slut you are?" All you can do is whimper in response, but that's all he needs to hear. His large hands are on your waist in an instant and he slowly starts to build up his pace.

He can't help but be mesmerized by how your pussy engulfs his cock as he fucks you. He gets lost in it, his brain (and cock) pussy drunk, and soon enough he's ramming into you so hard that the table is hitting the wall. You're trying so hard to stifle your moans, but he's fucking you like he hates you and you can't get enough of it. You're sure someone has heard you, and if not with your moans then they've got to hear the physio table banging against the wall. And you know this is the moment that is gonna expose your relationship, but you don't even care because he's fucking you so good right now.

When Lando reaches up and grabs your now very messy ponytail and yanks on it at the same time as him hitting your g-spot you couldn't even try to hold in your moan. That in turn got a reaction out of Lando. "You've gotta be quiet pretty girl. You don't want someone to walk in now do you?" He's still got ahold of your ponytail and he lifts your head slightly as he speaks to you. "But I bet you'd probably like that huh? You'd like for everyone to hear how good I'm making you feel. How you're taking my cock so well. Bet you'd even like if someone walked in on us wouldn't you my little slut?" His words made your walls clench around him, which earned a 'fuck' from him.

That familiar feeling in your stomach had started to appear and after the two orgasms earlier you knew you couldn't hold it off for very long. If it wasn't for the table beneath you, your legs would have given out a long time ago.

"Lan I'm close." You were barely able to get that out. You were so fucked out you could barely keep your eyes open, let alone speak.

Lando was close himself, his pace slightly faltering. "I know baby. I'm almost there."

Your toes are curling as your trying to hold it together, but you're beyond overstimulated at this point, it doesn't help that he's reached down and started to rub circles on your clit. Your brain is practically scrambled, the pleasure becoming almost painful, tears start to form in your eyes.

"Lan-" Is all you can squeak out before your third orgasm for the night comes washing over you. Your body damn near convulses on the table as your vision goes white. Lando has to put an arm under you to keep you up right, your body so overstimulated it had given out.

"Oh my god!" You couldn't keep it together, because yet again he was fucking you through your orgasm.

You don't even hear the knock on the door or the person on the other side speak until you hear Lando shout. "I'm fine mate!"

"You sick fuck I know what you're doing!"

A familiar Australian accent filled your ears.

"Go away Oscar." Lando yells as he's still pounding into you, tears steadily streaming down your cheeks.

"I'm looking for Y/N. Have you seen her? She has my sunglasses."

Fuck. You had forgotten about him asking you to hold onto them. And if you remembered correctly you had them on your shirt, the same shirt that Lando practically ripped off of you. You both glanced down at the floor to see Oscar's sunglasses next to your shirt. Oops.

"She's probably in hospitality. Now leave."

You don't know if Oscar responded or if he had even left because the feeling of Lando finally coming undone had spurred on your fourth and final orgasm. Silent screams came from you, your throat raw, your body exhausted. You had never experienced this much pleasure in your life. If you had to describe it in one word you would have to say euphoric.

Lando's hips had finally came to a stop, sweat dripping off him as he tried to catch his breath. If he said this was the best sex of his life he would not be lying. You were both so fucked out, you much more than him, the idea of the fast approaching qualifying on neither of your minds. He stayed inside you for quite some time as his hands caressed your body, especially the spots that he know would be bruised in the morning. Sweet nothings were whispered in your ear, he knew this was a lot for you, but he was so proud of you for taking it so well and he wanted you to know that.

When he finally pulled out the sight of his cum dripping out of you was damn near pornographic. A image that would definitely be apart of his future wet dreams, but when he heard a whimper come from you he was brought back to reality. "I know baby. I'm right here." He's got you in his arms in an instant and a gentle kiss pressed to your lips.

He's got you both cleaned up as best as he can and got you wrapped back up in his arms as quickly as he can. He thinks maybe he shouldn't have gone this hard here, should have done this at home where he could have ran you a bath or something more loving, but his worries dissipate when you speak up.

"There is no way Oscar didn't know I was in here. So I guess if this is how we let everyone know about us. At least it was enjoyable."

Lando laughs a little at her optimism. "We've always somehow made it through our mishaps unscathed. So I'm sure we will this time."

And somehow by what you two would consider a miracle you do. Oscar never mentions anything to the two of you about that day and neither does anyone else. In all reality you knew Oscar probably knew and everyone else in a mile radius, but they just kept it to themselves. Probably figuring it was too awkward to bring up, but whatever the reason you were thankful and somehow incredibly lucky.

But from that day forward you couldn't step foot in Lando's driver room without thinking of the events that took place on that hot July day at Silverstone.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

By the time summer break had arrived the both of you were very much surprised that your relationship was still private. Looking back at all your mishaps and slips of the tongue, it was a miracle the whole world didn't know by now. The two of you had recently discussed the idea of launching your relationship, but you were honestly content with how things had been.

So, you decided to let it happen organically. You guys would continue to have a private relationship, but if there was a slip of the tongue you two wouldn't try to back peddle and save your asses. The both of you agreeing that it was going to happen sooner or later, so it was better to just accept what the universe had wanted to happen so many times before. Although, you just didn't think that it was going to happen the way it did.

How would an F1 driver spend a Friday night while on his summer break? Going out? On vacation? Going out while on vacation? All wrong if you are Lando Norris.

On a beautiful Friday night in August you were sat between Lando and Max on a stream, reading through the chat as they talked about something undoubtedly dumb.

One comment caught your eye, you laughed as you read it aloud. "When I show up to a yapping contest but Lando and Max are my opponents."

Their conversation halted, both of them faking offence. "Don't let Y/N fool you guys. She's the biggest yapper out of us three." Lando stated.

"I am not!"

All three of you now in a yapping contest, each person trying to defend themselves. A moment that will surely be clipped and used as a reaction video on Twitter before the stream is over.

Though the conversation quickly moved on as you guys tried to decide what to do. Max had promised it wouldn't just be a sit and chat stream, yet that is all you guys had done for the past thirty minutes. "Ok chat, let us know what you want us to do. We are at your mercy on this Friday night." You stated, eyes scanning the screen as people's ideas started to pour in.

user1: play f124!

user2: cinnamon challenge lmao

That one caught your eye, laughter lacing your words. "Cinnamon challenge? What is this 2012?"

user3: take funny quizzes

user4: mukbang!!!!

user5: yes mukbang!! we need a repeat of the famous 2022 mukbang stream.

You chuckled at the mention of the previous mukbang the three of you did. It was one of Max's most viewed streams, which you never understood why. All you guys did was stuff your face and attempt some very bad ASMR. But people still used clips from it to this day on Twitter. Nonetheless, you were always down for a good feast, your mind already running through what you should get.

Raising your eyebrows you glanced back and forth between Max and Lando. "Mukbang?"

Lando and Max's eyes lit up at your propsition. "Let's do it."

"Ok chat. Mukbang 2024 will commence shortly." You stated as Max pulled out his phone to see what sounded good. You leaned over to look as he scrolled through the options. When your favorite Sushi place popped up he immediately stopped scrolling, your eyes meeting in a knowing glance. No words were spoken as you both shook your heads yes. You both knew Lando would be pissed, but you didn't care. You hadn't had it in so long, your mouth was practically watering at the thought of it.

"Ok. We are getting sushi." You didn't even look in Lando's direction as you spoke, you could just imagine the disgusted look on his face.

"Ugh. No!" His complaint fell on deaf ears as Max and you were already placing your order. "Guys please why don't we do pizza or something?"

"Two against one mate. You want your usual spring rolls?" Max glanced up from his phone, eyebrow raised in question towards Lando.

And like a child Lando leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed and a pout on his face. "I guess." No matter how hard he tried to like fish, he just couldn't stomach it. In fact, he had tried it multiple times since you had been in his life, thinking if the women he loved liked fish then maybe he could learn to like it. But each time he was running for the toilet seconds later.

"Should be a good stream guys, it'll just be Lando freaking out the whole time." You teased, gently nudging his side with your elbow. An eye roll was all you got from him. "Oh come on you know I love you."

You could see the downturned corners of his mouth start to slowly turn upward as he tried to fight the smile that was wanting to break free. A slight blush had formed on his cheeks as the smile you loved so dearly spread across his face. You two, even before getting together, always told one another you loved them. So it was truly no big deal, you had done it in public, it wasn't a foreign concept. But for some reason the chat was going ballistic over it tonight.

user1: "friends" my ass

user2: try not to smile like an idiot when your "best friend" tells you they love you challenge. level impossible for lando

user3: i too would be a smiling blushing mess if Y/N told me she loved me

user4: max is third wheeling tonight i see.

You just laughed and shook your head. At least people were being nice and it seemed like they liked the idea of the two of you being together.

While you waited for the food to arrive you three answered some questions and chatted about random things, even recalling some funny memories between the three of you. Just as you were in the middle of a funny story that involved Lando and two birds there was a knock on the door.

Seconds later there was an array of takeout containers in front of you, mouth watering as you wasted no time in digging in. Lando on the other hand sat there with his spring rolls, trying to ignore the pieces of raw fish that were inches away from him.

"You wanna try? I got a California roll for you just incase you were feeling adventurous." You asked Lando, a piece tucked between your chopsticks as you held it up towards him. Furiously shaking his head no, he stuffed his mouth with a bite of spring roll. "It's like a starter roll for sushi newbies, can't even tell that there is crab in it. I promise."

"I can tell believe me. Remember when you had me try crab rangoons?" Yes, you did remember it because he was gagging after the first bite.

"Fine. More for me and Max." You popped the piece of sushi into your mouth, accepting that he was never going to like seafood or anything seafood adjacent.

As Lando watched you eat a piece that had a huge thing of raw fish on top his face twisted in disgust. At the same time you glanced over at him, wanting to ask him how his spring rolls were. But the words that came out of his mouth first erased any thought about spring rolls.

"Just so you know I am not kissing you for at least 24 hours."

Lando hadn't even realized he had said that out loud until Max started choking on his piece of sushi. The realization of what he had just said and what he had just done came washing over him. His cheeks turning crimson as he made eye contact with your wide eyes, the same crimson color painted across your cheeks.

"I'm sorry. Why would you be kissing Y/N?" Max's cheeks were red too, but his was from choking, not exposing his relationship on stream.

Lando and you having not broken eye contact simply shrugged at one another, remembering your conversation about no back peddling, no trying to save your asses anymore. So if the universe wanted your relationship to be public over Lando being grossed out over sushi, then so be it.

The both of you looked over at Max, sheepish grins plastered across your faces. "Surprise!" You said meekly.

Max's eyes flickered back and forth between his two friends, trying to figure out if this was some prank or if what he had suspected for years had finally come true. Lando's hand reaching out for yours under the table caught his gaze and in that moment Max knew it was true. "I knew it! I fucking knew it! Finally, I mean I was about ready to set you two down and force you to be together." Max had jumped up from his seat, excitement overtaking him. "How long?"

"Around seven months." Lando mumbled.

Max's eyes widened a shocked look on his face. "You've kept it from everyone for seven months?"

Lando muted the stream as you and him explained everything to Max, still wanting to keep some things private. Knowing surely Max's reactions to what you guys were telling him would be haunting him for years to come.

Meanwhile the chat was going insane.

user1: holy shit!!

user2: i mean are we surprised. they've been married in my head for years.

user3: 2022 mukbang found dead. 2024 mukbang you will always be famous

user4: the fact they even kept it a secret from their friends... guess that works when you've acted like you were together for years..

user5: need me a love like lando and y/n

user6: the way this is such a y/n and lando way for them to expose their relationship lmfao.

user7: wait... so this means y/n is off the market? lando norris can you fight?

You would have never thought this is how you would announce that you guys were together. But somehow it made sense for the two of you in your own weird way. One thing you did know was that the chat was right. 2024 mukbang stream will always be famous.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"We need to talk about yesterday Lan."

"Yeah I guess we do."

You removed your head from his chest, choosing to sit up and face him. "It's just that last night was a little crazy and then," your eyes glanced over to the trail of clothes on the floor "it got even crazier when we got home. We never actually discussed how we feel about us being public now."

Lando's hands reached out for yours, fingers interlacing. "Well let me just say I'm sorry for having a brain and mouth that don't communicate sometimes. But I don't regret saying it. Like we have discussed, clearly it was meant to happen in that moment, even as unserious as it was. Yes, some things are gonna be different, people are gonna pry and feel entitled to our business, but that doesn't change how I feel about you. I love you and honestly I'm glad I can hold your hand in public now." He pulled your smiling face closer to his, a matching grin plastered on his. "And if I feel like it, I'll kiss you in public too!"

He smashed his lips onto yours as you laughed into the kiss. His hands started to roam your body and before it could go any further you pulled away. "As long as I've got you by my side I think everything will be alright." Your hand caressed his face, his stubble tickling your hand. "I love you so much, never forget that Norris."

"I won't."

Later that day the two of you decided to both make a post on Instagram to officially announce your relationship, with the most unserious captions.

y/insta: finally got my kiss ♡ (after i brushed my teeth)

landonorris: i love you ♡ (but not your love for sushi)

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Bold Moves

Summary: You decide to slip Ari your panties during an innocent encounter at the public library...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Smut, Ari Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, Brief Discussions of Body Image, Bird Being Brave, Going Commando, Light Roleplaying, Frisking, Manhandling, Spanking, Ass Slapping, P in V Sex, Implied Overstimulation, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Decided to finish this when I came across it in my drafts. Takes place earlier in Ari and Bird's romantic relationship. Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

“I’m so glad you pitched me this idea, Marisol.” You beam as you finish writing in your notebook. “I know it’s still early yet, but I would love to collaborate with you for Halloween.”

“Yes!” The younger woman cheers, throwing her arms up in the air. “I knew I picked the right woman.”

“Just I knew they picked the right woman to run the town library.” You throw her a wink before tucking your pad and pen back into your purse. “Now, I hate to cut this meeting short…” Out of habit you press a hand against your belly, silently wishing you’d opted to throw on a pair of spanx this morning instead of a flimsy pair of panties. 

Frankly, you were tired of sucking it in. But every time you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror you looked pretty damn good. Perhaps your confidence was growing after all. 

“But I need to get home and change so I can run by the shop before it gets too late.” You finish, feeling grateful when the sweet librarian sees fit to lead you out of her office.

“Sooo…” The dark-haired woman drags out the word, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as you both come around the corner. “Word on the street is that you’ve been seeing a lot of Detective Levinson lately. Everything good, I hope?”

 “What do you mean?” You respond, willing your pulse to remain steady. “Everything’s fine. He just…likes for me to call him whenever something new pops up about Martin. That’s all.”

And whenever you lock up in the evening. And when you make it home. And then again to decide if he’s coming to your place for the night. Or, if you’re already on the back roads heading to his. 

It was all so fun and exciting. But at the same time, it was just sex. Amazing sex, mind you. But just sex all the same.    

Instead of responding immediately, Marisol simply chooses to link her arm through yours. “Mm. While I haven’t lived here long, I’ve already learned how much this town loves gossip.” She muses. “Which is why I try to fly under the radar at all times.”

“Uh huh.” You give her a gentle nudge. “Even when it comes to a certain Officer Milton?”

“Shh! We do no not speak that man’s name in this house!”

“Why not?”

“Because I feel like he always goes out of his way to just…be around. He’s like a puppy. I do not have time for puppies, chica. I’m too busy building a career amongst the books.”

“Well sugar, I suppose you might wanna tell him that.”

“Ay, but that would involve making conversation. Something I also do not have time for because–”

“Because he’s standing over there by the door, talking to our favorite resident detective.” You interrupt with a giggle, prompting the other woman to drop your arm in a flourish before racing off back in the direction of her office before squeaking out “you never saw me” - leaving you alone. 

You allow yourself to stand there for another moment, content with watching the two men talk. While both were easy on the eyes, you were only interested in one of them. Glancing down at your outfit, you once again reassure yourself that you’re looking pretty damned good. 

And then – just that fast – an idea strikes you.

Refusing to overthink what it was you were about to do, you discreetly make your way into the ladies room. After checking to make sure you were alone, you slip into a stall. Reaching underneath your skirt, you slide your lacy black panties down your thighs before stepping out of them. 

Biting your lip, you tuck the small scrap of fabric into your pocket. Once you’re finished, you go to leave. But not before stopping long enough to refresh your lip gloss and fluff your curls. And then you’re out the door.

Hopefully you’d be able to catch the handsome bounty hunter before he left.

Thankfully, it doesn’t take you long to find him. He’s right where you saw him last – near the front of the library still talking to Milton. As you near the two, you can’t help but wonder if you’ll be able to pull this off without making an absolute fool of yourself. 

But first you’d have to find a way to get rid of Officer Milton without making your intentions obvious. And then it hits you. While it might be wrong, it was officially time to pawn him off on your favorite new friend.

Marisol.

“Good afternoon, Officer Milton.” You chirp as you sidle forward, politely interrupting their conversation. “Detective Levinson.” Of course you’re immediately met with smiles from both men. 

“Well get a load a’ you.” Milton gives a playful whistle once he gets a good look at your business attire. “Lookin’ sharp, darlin. Goin’ somewhere special?”

“Actually, I just came from a meeting down at the bank.” You tell them, smoothing your hands along your gray pencil skirt. 

“Ahh.” The officer nods. “Fingers crossed all went well.”

“It did. Thank you.” Delicately clearing your throat, you make a show of glancing around before directing your complete attention to the young officer in front of you. “While I hate to interrupt you two when you’re hard at work, I think Marisol might need you.”

“She does?” The man immediately perks up, vaguely reminding you of your neighbor’s golden retriever. 

“Yep.” You wince inwardly, hating yourself for lying. “Not sure what it’s about, but I think she’s somewhere in the back.” 

Just like that, a switch has been flipped and Officer Milton is off on the hunt for a sweet little librarian who most certainly did not need him. Fingers crossed she would catch the hint and just go with it. 

And now you’re alone with the one man with the power to leave you breathless. You were constantly left tied up in knots around this man. But today it was finally time you turned the tables on this guy. 

“How’s the manhunt going, Detective? Any new leads?”

“I’m afraid I can’t discuss this part of my investigation with you, Miss.” He says, flashing you a rather charming smile. “But if you hear from our guy Martin anytime soon, be sure to give me a call.”

“Of course.” You nod, feeling your cheeks heat. “Well, I’d best be goin’ now.”

“Be safe gettin’ home.” 

“Same to you. Detective.”

And then, without sparing him so much as a warning glance, you discreetly remove your panties from their hiding spot and slip them into the back pocket of his jeans. To his credit, Ari doesn’t move a muscle. Instead he continues to stare straight ahead, his gaze never wavering.  

Head held high, you manage to make it all the way to your car before collapsing in a fit of nervous laughter. While you wished you could’ve seen his face, you know deep down that you were better off running off the way you had.  

Maybe he’d call you tonight and maybe he wouldn’t. But all that mattered is that you’d mustered up enough confidence to make some bold moves this afternoon, which by all accounts made you a bad bitch.

Later That Same Evening…

It’s been hours since you pulled that stunt with Ari, but as luck would have it, you still had yet to hear from him. Not that you were worried or anything. In fact, if you had to choose an emotion, you were more disappointed than anything else.

While you’d long since abandoned your high heels by your front door, you were still wearing the outfit you’d worn to the bank. You’d simply been too excited to go by the shop so you’d decided to remain closed for the day.

Heaving a sigh as you rise from the couch, you’re in the middle of debating whether or not it’s worth trying to cobble together something for dinner when you hear the sound of your doorbell. Confused, you go to reach for your phone, only to frown when you see there’s nothing from the one man you wanted to hear from most.

The bell chimes again, prompting you to get a move on. “I’m comin’, I’m comin’!” You mumble, stretching your arms above your head. Opening the door, you’re treated to the sight of a large man standing on your porch with his hands in his pocket, his official badge prominently displayed on his hip. 

Hello, Detective Ari Levinson. 

“Evening, Miss. Apologies for bothering you so late.” 

“Why hello, Detective. Somethin’ I can help you with?” You do your best to keep your tone light while you wait for him to explain himself.

“Sure hope so. Got a report about someone engaging in some inappropriate behavior.” He informs you, barely concealing his smirk as he leans his big body against the porch railing.

“Is that right?”

“Fraid so.” He nods solemnly. “In fact, I actually found a trail of evidence that led me right here to your front door.”

“I…well, there has to be some mistake.” You protest, your hand flying to your chest. 

“Huh.” Ari sucks on his teeth as he reaches into his pocket to retrieve a small scrap of lacy black fabric. “Then you wouldn’t happen to know who these belong to, would you?”

Your eyes go wide at the sight of your panties dangling from one thick index finger. 

“I’m not sure what you’re implying, but they’re certainly not mine.” You sniff haughtily. “I’ve never seen those before in my life.”

“Now, Miss.” He gently chastises, taking another step towards you, invading your space. “Perhaps I should warn you that it’s a crime to lie to a member of law enforcement.” Instead of responding you simply fold your arms across your heaving bosom. 

The nerve of this man, thinking he had the right to question you like this right out in the open. Honestly, what would your neighbors think? The scandal!

“You know what? I’m thinkin’ I’m gonna need to search the premises.” The bounty hunter moves to enter your home, only to growl when your hand stops him short. “It’s also a felony to impede an official investigation.” Ari grunts, his brow furrowing in annoyance.

“And I'm thinkin’ I'm gonna need to see a warrant first, Detective.”

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch his eyes darken - his nostrils flaring ever so slightly. 

“I’m sure a good girl like you ain’t got nothin’ to hide.” Ari rasps, leaning in so that his mouth now hovers a mere inch above your ear. “Unless…”

“Unless what?” You respond, sounding a little more breathless than you’d like.

“Unless there’s something in there you don’t want me to find?”

“I don’t have anything to hide.” Blowing out a breath you decide to give the man what he wants, if only to see what comes next

“Not sure I believe you, sweetheart.”

“Fine.” You concede. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to let you come in for a quick look. But you’ve gotta be fast.” You tell him, poking him in the shoulder before turning to lead him into your home. “Because I’m expecting company any minute and we don’t need an audience.”

“We’ll see.”

Your pulse kicks up when you hear Ari shut the door behind you, followed by the quiet snick of the lock. Guess that meant he thought he was staying awhile. Just as you open your mouth to protest, you’re caught off guard when he brushes by you, allowing you to catch a hint of his cologne. 

“I’m not sure what you’re on, Detective.” You say, shooting him your fiercest glare. Meanwhile, this man responds with his most lethal grin. “But I’m giving you five minutes to figure it out before I–” 

“You know, Miss, I didn’t wanna ask you this outside. Especially given the already delicate nature of this investigation. But do you happen to be wearing any panties?”

“Excuse me?!” His question has your mouth falling open, your cheeks burning hot with outrage.

“Answer the question.” His eyes track your every movement as you slowly back away in the direction of the stairs. “Because every good girl I know puts on a pair of panties before leaving the house for the day.”

“Goodnight, Detective Levinson.” You hiss before turning and taking the stairs two by two. “Please see yourself out before I’m forced to call your supervisor.”

Your words are met with silence. And it’s not until you reach the edge of your bedroom that you hear him moving – up the same stairs you’d just scaled only seconds before. You can hardly suppress a shiver as the heady thrum of anticipation courses through you. 

“I hate to break it to you, sweetheart.” Ari growls softly as his impressive form fills your doorway, effectively blocking your only exit. “But I’m not through with my investigation.” It’s a struggle to ignore just how good he looks taking up space in your bedroom like this. 

“I want you to leave.”

“Oh, I will. As soon as I’m finished.” He takes a step towards you, rolling up his sleeves as he does. “But first, I’m gonna need you to turn and place your hands on the wall.”

“I–I will do no such thing!” Comes your almost breathless reply. “I’m not a criminal.”

“Hm.” Ari cocks his head, his magnetic blue eyes leering at your much smaller, curvier frame. “But you are a suspect.” In less than a fraction of a second, this man is now standing in front of you. “And it would be rather reckless of me if I didn’t pat you down.” One large hand curls itself around your bicep before gently leading to a nearby wall. “You should know that I’m a bit of a stickler when it comes to following protocol.” 

Blood roaring in your ears, you place both of your hands on the cool surface. Taking a deep breath, you can’t help but jump when he kicks your feet apart, forcing you to spread your legs even wider, granting him better access.

“I’m gonna report you.” Unfortunately for you, your flimsy threat does nothing to deter him.

Your eyes fall shut when you feel two large, warm hands glide their way up and down your arms. It feels as tempting as it does comforting. He repeats the action twice more, almost as if he’s trying to lull you into a false sense of security. 

Next, those wandering hands are stroking along your sides, greedily following the path of your curves. And then you feel him bury his nose in the crook of your neck. It’s impossible to miss his soft groan as he inhales your sweet scent.

“Now I’ve gotta ask you, little Bird.” He hums, his sharp teeth nipping at your ear. “Do you have anything on you that could stab, stick, or poke me?” 

“N-no.” 

God, you were so fucking wet right now it’s embarrassing. And you can’t stop the moan that catches in your throat when his sensual ministrations move to your breasts – cupping, massaging, and kneading. He lewdly palms them through your blouse, this thumps paying extra attention to your hardened nipples. Your back arches of its own accord as he continues to play with your body.

And there’s a part of you that hates yourself for the way he makes you respond.  

“Hm. So far so good, baby. Proud of you for keeping your hands where I can see ‘em.” Now his hands are skimming down your hips to toy with the hem of your skirt. His warm breath dances along your sensitive skin, making you shiver. “But now it’s time for the big question.” Ari begins inching your skirt higher and higher. “And don’t you dare lie to me. Are you–”

“This ain’t right, Detective!” You protest, protectively clenching your thighs together. However, your words only make him chuckle. “Pretty sure this is an illegal search and seizure.”

“As a member of law enforcement, I would have to respectfully disagree with you.” He says at the same time as he grinds himself against you, his massive erection pressing into your lower back. “It’s my job to keep the community safe. And to deal with naughty girls who go around handing out their unmentionables to strangers.” Your skirt inches even higher now, stopping just short of revealing your dripping cunt. 

“And what do you know?” He purrs, holding you still as his hand dips between your thighs, cupping your most intimate flesh. “Looks like we’ve got a little liar on our hands. Don’t we?”

“Don’t. We.” The renewed authority in his tone makes your pussy quiver.

“Yes, Sir.”

“And how should we handle liars, sweetheart? Hm?” Your knees go weak when you feel two thick fingers spear their way through your messy folds, lightly strumming over your clit. “What should we do with you?”

“....I…don’t know….”

His deep chuckle has you squirming in his hold, your hips bucking as he continues to grind the heel of his palm against your sensitive nub.  

“Tell you what. You and I are about to have a serious conversation about what happens to pretty young ladies who can’t seem to tell the truth. Even when it’s in their best interest. What do ya say?”

“Y–yes, Sir.” You moan as your eyes threaten to roll back in your head, sparks of pleasure dancing behind your eyes. “Whatever you want – I’ll be so, sooo good!”

Thirty Minutes Later…

“Why the fuck you keep runnin’, baby?” Ari growls, smacking your bottom hard. “Yeah, get that juicy ass back here. Love watchin’ those cheeks bounce.”

The rhythmic sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, spilling out into the hall as Ari drives into you over and over again with his impressive cock. 

He’d been hard for hours before he ever showed up on your doorstep. Frankly, he’d lost count of how many times he’d paused throughout the day to bring your panties to his nose. It was like he couldn’t seem to get enough of how good you smelled. But he also knew that wouldn’t be enough.

He needed to taste you. Needed your unique, earthy flavor on his tongue. 

Thankfully, he had no doubt that he’d have time to eat the fuck out of your sweet pussy later. After he was finished fucking you into oblivion for being such bad girl. Who would’ve guessed his little Bird had it in her to be so deliciously naughty?

Meanwhile, you’re too busy sobbing into a pillow to be proud of yourself right now, your hands fisting the sheets while your man exacts his revenge on your body. At this rate, you’d already cum twice. And here you were already roaring along to orgasm number three. 

Fuck, this man was a goddamned menace!

Your desperate cries grow louder as Ari picks up his pace, forcing you to clench around him as you finally resort to begging.

“Please, Ari!” You wail when he lifts your hips higher before adjusting the angle of his strokes. “I–ooh God–M’so close!”

“Oh yeah?” He snarls, the sound rumbling from somewhere deep in his chest. “Then let me see you work for it.” A sharp hiss escapes when his heavy palm comes down on your ass again, this time smacking both cheeks without so much as missing a beat. “This is how bad girls get punished.” You tense when he delivers yet another blow. “They’ve gotta work for their pleasure.”

“I’m sorry–wooh God!” Your voice comes out raw, bordering on hoarse.       

“That’s it, baby. Yeah, there we go.” He gifts you with another slap, earning a sharp yelp from you. “Yeah, throw it back like you love it.”

After an afternoon of being bad, there’s nothing you want more than to be good for this man. You wanted to please him. Make him happy. If only so he never stopped touching you. And you were trying – honest to God, you were.

But it was all too good. Too much. 

“Just know, everytime you run, I’m gonna drag that sweet ass right back.” Ari renews his punishing grip on your hips, holding you up even as your sweat slicked body starts to give out. “Now cum for me one more time so I can finally stop takin’ it easy on you, pretty Bird.”

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Touch - Ch. 4

Poly!141 x chunky!reader tw: little smutty at the end

The Next Day. Saturday.

Anxiety. First date anxiety to be exact and it had your stomach in knots. You’d woken to no alarm, blissfully off work that day and lounging in bed for a few minutes had been nice until you were hit with a pang in your stomach when you remembered you had a date with Price that night. Suddenly, you couldn’t lay in bed anymore. Tossing off the covers and heading to the kitchen, you brewed some tea to try to calm the racing of your heart while you mentally worked through everything you’d need to accomplish today before said date.

Only after tearing through your closet did you settle on a black dress that had been hanging in the back for ages. It hugged your curves in all the right places without making you self conscious about the curves you didn’t like. You’d originally bought it for an anniversary dinner with Kit, but when he’d canceled with the excuse that his job needed him to stay late (or in reality, your cousin insisted he come over), it never saw the light of day. What better time to wear it than on a date with a new man? 

You quickly found that John Price was not one to be tardy to anything. He’d shown up five minutes before eight, waiting patiently at the door while you called from inside that you were coming. Opening the door to your flat as you wiggled on your heels, you were presented with a bouquet of hyacinths and lilacs decorated with sprigs of baby’s breath. “Johnny said they were your favorite,” Price shrugged, giving you a warm smile as you invited him in and took the flowers to inhale their sweet scent. Your eyes traveled from the bouquet to his outfit for the evening and internally groaned at how handsome he looked in the maroon button up that stretched over his chest and biceps and black slacks that you decided you wouldn’t mind seeing on the bedroom floor.

“Please, make yourself at home. I just need to get these into a vase and then we can leave,” you stated before rushing into the kitchen, Price’s eyes glued to your backside as you disappeared. Quickly, you filled a vase and dropped the bouquet into the water, admiring it with a girlish giddiness and promising yourself that you’d properly set it up once you returned. 

When you returned to the living room, Price was looking over the bookshelves surrounding your TV and you walked over to join him. “This is my favorite,” you said, reaching up to hook your finger over the spine of a well-loved book, pulling it out and handing it to him. “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland,” Price’s gruff voice stated, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips and he looked you over with an appreciative gaze. You were smart. Just one more thing to adore about their shiny new toy.

“I love the fantasy, but also the deeper meanings behind it,” you replied, blushing lightly as you took the book and put it back in its place on the shelf. “Maybe one day we’ll talk a bit more about it,” you added, knowing if you started in on the intricacies of Lewis Carrol’s famous book, you’d never shut up. Price nodded and checked his watch before his hand came to rest against the small of your back. “We should get going, little bird. We have reservations,” Price spoke softly, his mustache twitching with his words. 

John Price was known to be a man with endless self control, but you seemed to be the exception. As the two of you made your way downstairs, his blue hues stayed glued to your form, taking in the way the dress accentuated your waist without hiding your wide hips. The short kitten heels that clicked on the stairs made your calves flex and contract in a way that made his mouth water. And he couldn’t ignore the way your hair shined in the light of the lamp post outside next to his truck. 

As you not so gracefully clambered into his truck, you noticed a figure on the far side of the street bearing the same skull mask you’d seen weeks before. Why did it seem so familiar? But then Price had your attention as he climbed behind the wheel and when you looked back, the shadow was gone. It made your brows furrow, but you shook off the feeling it left you with, choosing to focus on your date. 

The restaurant was nice, not too fancy, but definitely warranted your more formal attire. “Two for Price,” he stated to the host, voice rough but polite. He’d offered you his arm after opening the truck door for you and you’d accepted, sliding your hand into the crook of his elbow. The two of you followed the host to your table in the corner, Price pulling out your chair in a show of gentlemanly chivalry before taking his seat with his back to the wall. 

The waiter arrived, greeting Price like an old friend and it made something in your chest tighten. How many other dates had he brought here? But your concerns were quickly dealt with when the prettiest man you’d ever seen approached the table. “Price! Wonderful to see you again,” the man turned to you now, leaning down to take your hand and kiss the back of it. “And you must be the pretty lass Price and So- Johnny can’t seem to stop talking about.” 

You blushed a fierce red, head turning to look at Price who seemed to be a bit pinker than before. “Aw, hush it, mate. Little bird, this is Kyle, a friend of ours and the owner’s son,” Price introduced with a small smirk and your head swiveled back to look up at the man standing next to you. “It’s a lovely restaurant. I suppose that’s where you learned to cook? Johnny can’t stop talking about your food,” you replied, giving him a kind smile. “Ah, he’d have more to say if he took more than a second to taste it. Mate inhales food like it’s going to disappear,” Kyle chuckled and raised his hand to rub the top of his head before sliding down to wrap around the back of his neck. “Well, I’ll leave you two to it. It’s on the house, Cap.” Kyle bent to take your hand again, kissing the back before standing straight. It left you staring at the spot on your hand while Kyle winked at Price over your head before disappearing into the back. 

For now, you perused the menu even though you knew you’d be ordering a salad. “What looks good to you?” Price asked, leaning over and incidentally against you as he looked at your menu, rather than his own. “Oh, I was just going to order a salad. They look pretty good,” you muttered back, feeling heat rise on the back of your neck. “Just because I call you little bird, doesn’t mean you need to eat like one. Get a steak, or pasta. Something you’ll enjoy,” he insisted, warmth pouring from his expression. You flushed and muttered that the steak looked fantastic and he nodded, proud that you’d listened to him. “Good girl,” he praised and you were pretty sure your stomach had dropped out of your ass, the color lingering on your cheeks turning darker. 

The dinner went by without a hitch once you’d conceded that the steak was worth it and much better than your original choice of a salad. You’d surprised him when you asked the waiter for a glass of whiskey neat, adding another reason the boys would adore you. 

Afterwards, the two of you headed back to your flat, chattering along as if the pair of you weren’t essentially strangers. The closer you got, the more your previous anxiety reared its ugly head. The evening had been wonderful and John was nothing less than a perfect gentleman, so when you entered your flat with him on your heels, you offered him a drink and disappeared into the kitchen. 

Meanwhile, Price was pulling out his phone and quickly updating the boys on the night, chuckling at their outrage at the lack of information he was providing. Shoving his phone back in his pocket when he heard you coming back out, you presented him with a glass of bourbon from your stash and settled next to him on the couch with your own glass. 

“So, Cap, huh?” you pressed, watching his reaction to your inquisition. Most of the night had been about you. Your job. Your car. Why you were in England instead of the US. But you still knew next to nothing about him besides he liked his liquor hard and he could fix a car. Price grunted in response before dragging a hand down his face to scratch at his beard. “Captain. I lead a task force that is made up of the boys, Johnny, Kyle, and Simon,” his words were crisp and short, letting you know that was the only information you’d get about their jobs right now. 

But you were trying to not be a wet rag when it came to letting things lie. “I see. So that means you guys go out there and do super secret missions for the government?” you asked, tone teasing in an effort to keep the conversation light. Price nodded before getting up off the couch, making the furniture creek with the weight being lifted off of it. He paced to your window, looking down at the street below. 

You stood, kicking off your heels before joining him at the window. His gaze moved from the street back to you and you had to fight back the gasp as the piercing blue of his eyes seemed smaller, taken over by the black of his pupils. Your heart hammered as he took your glass, knocked back the remaining liquid before setting it on the window sill. His hand raised to push a stray lock of hair back from your face, tucking it behind your ear before his palm was settling against the softness of your jaw.

“Tell me to stop,” Price whispered, leaning down slowly to give you a moment to process just exactly what he wanted you to stop. But you didn’t, pressing up onto the balls of your feet to close the distance. His lips were gentle against yours, ever so slightly chapped, but his mustache and beard were soft against your skin and you hummed into the kiss. Your body instinctually leaned into his, hands finding the bulging biceps under the fabric of his shirt while his free hand found the dip of your waist. 

A low growl from him and a soft sigh from you bounced between the two of you as he pulled back, his gaze meeting yours as he searched for any sign you’d like to stop. But when all he found was round eyes and a soft smile on your parted pout, he grinned and resumed ravaging your lips and tasting every inch of your mouth with his tongue. 

His large hand drifted down from your jaw to wrap lightly around your throat as his thumb slid up and down over your pulse point. Your chin tilted up and he pulled away, breath heavy and hot between you as he smirked down at the pretty bird he’d caught in his trap. “Mm, as much as I’d love to take you right here in front of the window so the whole world knows who you belong to, I’m too much of a gentleman to do so on the first date,” he breathed against your lips, voice low and you almost whined in response.

His words made your legs weak at the knees, body reacting to the first hint of physical affection you’d had in months, possibly years. “What if I asked you to?” you quipped back, unaware of where your bravado was coming from. A chuckle and a shake of his head were the response you were given before he was stepping back, though his hand never left your waist while the other dropped to join it. “I would tell you to be patient, pretty bird” he growled back, his hold on his self control quickly slipping while his grip on your waist tightened.

Price rested his forehead against yours, panting softly before he let his control slip a little in a very rare ‘fuck it’ moment. His hands slid from your waist to grasp the fat of your ass through your dress, roughly pulling you to him as he pressed his lips back against yours in a heated kiss. Your own hands clutched at the front of the pretty maroon button up, tugging at the fabric in a desperate attempt to get even closer to him. He turned you, pressing you against the brick of the wall as he pinned you between it and him. 

You could feel his arousal through his trousers, pressing against the soft flesh of your tummy as the two of you kissed like rabid teens. He gathered your hands together in one of his, pinning them over your head while the other explored your curves; over your waist, your hips, down over your plush thighs. When he pulled back to rake his gaze over your breathless form, you could see his mustache curling up with his lips in a smirk before he was leaning forward to press soft kisses along your throat.

“You have no idea what we could do to you. Such a pretty little thing,” he muttered against your sensitive skin while his free hand ran up the inside of your thighs. ‘We? Who is we?’ you thought briefly before you felt the heat of his thick digits against the gusset of your panties. A soft moan left your parted lips, swollen from kisses while your legs spread of their own accord and his resounding groan let you know he felt the same as you. 

Then why was he releasing you? Stepping away as he dropped his hands from your body and he regained control of himself. You looked up to him with confusion, still leaning against the wall as if your legs would give out if you tried to walk. “I told you, I’m too much of a gentleman,” he chuckled, coming back to give you one more sweet, short kiss. “Don’t worry, little bird, you haven’t seen the last of me.” 

Thank you so much for the support! I appreciate it so much! Price is a little mean, but he'll make it up to her.

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All these oc’s but not enough threats, so let’s turn the sound up! You know what? I think it’s time for a villain roundup! (VILLAIN ROUNDUP)

Chonge (fang)-puff adder

I wouldn’t say Chonge is evil per se, more like misunderstood. He’s faced quite a bit of trauma in his past and his entire life thinking he was destined to be the bad guy. In reality, he’s afraid. He’s seen how his fellow snakes have been treated and has even watched his friends die with his own eyes. This got him to view everyone around him as an enemy in fear of getting eaten or mistreated in any way. He often tries to eat at least one of the skinks

He eventually starts thinking differently after getting rescued by Kifo, leading him to reform. No one (especially not the skinks) trust him at first, but they warm up to him

Chimp-Mkatili (cruel)

The leader of his tribe of violent chimps whom act like a gang. He’s an old acquaintance of Sumu and is majorly unpredictable. He can be chill one minute and trying to beat you senseless the next. Nobody really knows why he and his chimps are like this, but it seems as though he does bad things just because he can. He currently has a vendetta against the Outlands, as his former home got destroyed during Scar’s rule during Season 2. They now live probably in another forest out of the Pridelands and are plotting their revenge to destroy the Outlands and everyone in it, no matter what things are like now

As for how he knows Sumu, Sumu was a known hitman/assassin who would frequently get involved with evil animals to kill someone for food as payment. Yeah, the job with Simba was NOT his first rodeo, he’s been doing it for a while. Anyway, Mkatili was no exception to this and has hired Sumu to help them get rid of a rival chimp tribe. They eventually meet each other again, but a now (semi) reformed Sumu refuses Mkatili’s offer to join him which ultimately pisses the chimp off

Secretary bird-Kandamiza (crush; oppress)

A snobbish, holier-than-thou bird who thinks all snakes are evil incarnate and does whatever she can to harm them. She does this by trapping a poor serpent in her talons and stomping on their head until they’re either knocked out or dead. In her mind, she feels as if she’s protecting all of Africa from the evil that is the serpent race. Like Hatari, she claims she respects the circle of life, but fails to understand how snakes are part of it. She’s basically a representation of Hollywood’s tendency to make snakes the villain

She’s also a threat to the lizard population and tends to get a little greedy when hunting

Honey badger-Mpinzani (challenger; opponent)

Bunga, but evil. That’s how everyone in the Outlands describe him. A narcissistic, egotistical poacher who will gladly take anyone in anything. He used to be somewhat idolized as a hero/daredevil way back when, but all that fame got to his head and he started thinking he could do no wrong. Then he began causing problems just so he can swoop in and resolve it and starting unnecessary fights with other animals. He was eventually caught and banished, now poaching anywhere he wants …including the Outlands. Oh, and he’s friends with mongooses because of course he is

He doesn’t want peace. He wants problems.

Black shadow-like monsters- represent poachers/people involved with the Exotic Pet Trade

This one is….pretty self explanatory I think. Although I will say they are easily the most dangerous villains

Msumari (nail) and Mkaidi (bully)

Two more of Kenge’s toxic siblings who act as henchmen to Jino.

Msumari’s usually seen more with Jino than Mkaidi is and prefers to torture Kenge psychologically than physically, unlike her siblings. Her psychological torment can often break Kenge or whoever her victim is, thus putting the “nail on the coffin”.

Mkaidi is the dense, but short-fused one of the group that likes to aid Jino in beating up his victims. He’s also sort of the yes-man (lizard), supporting Jino’s quips with a “you tell em, Jino!” or something like that

I don’t know if they’d be alongside Jino in his debut episode, but they’d definitely be in the flashbacks

[laneynoir]

@legoriel-fan this is the one inspired by that link you tagged me in, so I blame you.

Legolas x reader: Not All Come Back.

Word count: 1279 (pretty short, oops)

He understands.

Finally he understands. What causes his fathers protective nature, the reason for his closing the borders of his kingdom. Why King Thranduil keeps those he cares for so close, so protected.

It has taken this. No arrows fire from Legolas' bow, as foes and friend alike make a barrier between himself and you, you who are locked in combat with a troll that is at least six times the size of yourself.

You take it down, but not without a sickening crack from your leg, broken by a final sweep from the horrid creature's mace.

Legolas cries you name, but despite his elven strength he cannot clear a path to your side. He is forced to pull his daggers free, slaying many, but not enough. Never enough.

You are unbable to stand, and glancing at your leg provides a hopeless sight. Not bothering to stiffle the sound of pain that escapes, you drag yourself against the troll and pull free your belt of knives.

Each throw finds a target, but there are only so many of the weapons, and the enemies are endless. Legolas fights against the tide as you loose the last knife. An orc steps close, jagged dagger in hand and malicious smirk on it's face.

Legolas is pressed in from all sides, silver in his hands flashing on auto pilot, he cannit move.

He can only watch.

The orc stomps on the already shattered leg and your body wrenches in pain. You lash out with a half spear from the ground, the orc dodges to the side, but to late and his side is slashed open.

Ripping the weapon from your grasp, it mimicks the movement, cutting your stomach open. It's other hand still holds the knife, which he applies to your face; slicing from right below your hairline, through your brow and down to your chin.

Back. He's been pushed further away, the tide of battle will not allow him closer, but he needs to, he needs to get to you. The accursed orc kicks you, hitting the wound. You roll a few feet before landing, absolutly still.

The Eagles have come, but Legolas does not notice. The majestic birds however, do notice the sound that next escapes the fair prince's body; it is the sound of a shattered heart, breaking the body.

And Legolas understands.

Suddenly by his side is a red haired windmill of fury and determination. Axe hewing oponents with a will, Gimli shouting in Khuzdul.

When a small area is cleared, the dwarf kneels, Legolas taking only a moment to see the idea. Once he does, he feels enough love for the dwarven race to orchestrating an epic balled in their honor, maybe thirteen of them.

"You are mad," Legolas says placing a foot into the double hold of Gimli's hands. "But bright stars I am as well. Away!"

And on his shout, he is launched into the air. The weight of elves is very little, and coupled with the strength of a dwarf the effort is more than sufficient to send Legolas tweanty feet into the air.

Drawing the bow of Lothlórien the orc falls dead before it can touch you again, the next two orcs follow their fellow to deaths door before Legolas touches the ground, a third joins quickly.

You lie still as a corpse, and for a time he thinks that is all he protects. That is all he can see, your face mangled and bloodied so that he cannt even discern your features, but at last his quick eyes catch the shallow choke of breath. 

Hope renewed -though still shallow- he stand by your body until the ground shakes and the forces of Mordor retreat. Until the Eagles collect the hobbits. Until Aragorn is running to Legolas, and a short while later you also are in the sky.

Though there is little chance that you will live, he sees the dispare in Aragorn's eyes.

He cannot leave.

Four weeks you have laid in the bed in comatose state, no recogniton for anything, the only sighn of life is your now steady heartbeat, and steady rise and fall of your chest.

The wound on your side misty healed, and all cuts and bruises have now faded, but your face...

Wraped in bandage, skin reknit by nothing less than magic and the work of a wizard, an elven lord, and, to Legolas relief, an Elvenking. At the three week mark, Legolas asks if there is a way to wake you preemptively.

"Not that I see. And indeed the pain of healing would be... Highly unfortunate. Unconsciousness is, in this case, a blessing." Legolas nodds wairaly at Elrond's words, but does not look away from you. Elrond sighs and leaves the room.

Elves can go long without sleep, but this is far to long, and though Elrond worries after the moral stansing of such a plan, Thranduil is not above drugging his own son.

"Four weeks Elrond,"

"Yes Thranduil I know, however-"

The king waves a gracefully impatient hand. "Four weeks my son has gone without proper nourishment, and no rest to think of. I will not tolerate my son's ill health because of your stubbornness."

Elrond rubbs his temples, Thranduil's voice carries still the tone of a King, but there is such worry beneath the surface that the effect is somewhat lessened. "Alright, I concede, " at the last Elvenking's smug look Elrond scowls. "I still remember exactly how to do so. After all I've had practice. Your famil2u is rather self destructive under mourning, Mellon"

A tilt of the head. "Your administering the tonic after my Maereth passed is exactly what gives me this idea. Legolas is far to muvh like me for anyone's comfort, and I cannot loose him," the piercing blue eyes make contact with Elrond's, they glisten. "Not to the loss of his love, and especially if there still is hope still."

A short while later, when a caring Sam apears with a cup of tea, Legolas has not the heart to turn him away. Elrond smirks despite himself when Thranduil moves his son over to the cot in the corner, covering him gently.

Though Legolas is decidedly displeased when he wakes, he is eventually convinced to take at least a two-hour rest each day, or the threat of removing him from your side will be carried through.

As fate -and the author- would have it, when Legolas has finally layed his head down to sleep (on his own, no more druging thank you father) he hears a movement from the the bed on which you lay.

He's never moved so quickly as this moment, kneeling beside you he grasps your hand, staring anxiously.

"Legolas?"

He moves his head in a movement of affirmation. "Yes Meleth, it is me."

You sit up, and Legolas startled as you rub your eyes vigorously. "Y/n, don't, you are unjured still!" Your breath has vecome eratic, and worried he calls for the guard outsude the door to fetch Elrond.

He snatches your hands away from your face befire you can open the healing wounds. Whispering your name brings yoyr attention back to him.

"Legolas, I cannot see. I cannot see anything."

His heart stops for a moment, before, "Worry not, it is dark still I'm sure your eyesight will be fine my love. It us only temporary."

Elrond arives, immediately checking over your person. When he places a hand in your forehead, tilting your head back, his face is grave. It is not much larer when he leaves, unable to do anything.

You are permenantly blind.

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So Long, London

A/N: IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING, BUT!

HELLO, I'M BACK! I know it's been a long time since I've written (although I'm active on Tumblr from time to time), but I'm back. I've had a lot of ideas in my head for the last few months, fuelled by…well, ever since Taylor Swift's last album came out I've had a lot of Haylor theories and since then I've been a bit obsessed with the What If's and theories that some of Taylor's current songs are for Harry.

So out of all those What If's comes this Haylor One Shot which, from what I have in my head, could have more parts. I need your opinions on this and on the idea of publishing more of these two stories (I have several I've started to write).

PAIRING: Harry Styles x Taylor Swift

WORD COUNT: 2K

WARNING: Not an english native speaker.

SUMMARY: Two old lovers reunite during challenging time

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End of August 2016

The summer sun shone brightly over the London park, casting dappled shadows through the lush green canopy. I adjusted my sunglasses as I strolled along the winding path, savoring the warmth and tranquility. This park had become my sanctuary, a peaceful retreat from the chaos that had enveloped my life in recent months.

The social media fallout of these last months had left me reeling. Once celebrated as America's sweetheart, I now found myself at the center of a relentless storm of criticism. My recent breakup with Calvin and the brief, highly-publicized affair with Tom after the Met Gala had only added fuel to the fire. But most of the media do not take into account the fact that my little whirlwind romance with Tom had ended almost as quickly as it had begun, leaving me feeling more alone than ever.

I took a deep breath, letting the fresh air fill my lungs. The park was nearly empty, the serenity broken only by the occasional chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves underfoot. As I turned into another path, a familiar figure caught my eye in the distance. My heart skipped a beat. It couldn’t be... could it?

I squinted against the sunlight, my mind racing as I tried to confirm what my eyes were seeing. Sure enough, it was him. His unmistakable silhouette, casual in a T-shirt and jeans, strolling towards me. But something clearly was different. The last time I saw him in person, he had a mane full of brunette curls. Now, from a distance I could see his hair was short, even shorter than when I met him years ago, framing his face in a way that was both new and strangely familiar. His presence here, in this park, seemed almost surreal, meeting your old flame in a London park.

“Taylor?” he called out, his voice tinged with disbelief as he recognized me.

“Harry!” I responded, my eyes lighting up.

We closed the distance between us, stopping a few feet apart. For a moment, we simply stood there, taking in the sight of each other. The years seemed to melt away, and I was transported back to simpler times.

“It’s been a while,” Harry said, his voice warm and friendly.

“Yeah, it has,” I replied, smiling. “What brings you here?”

“Just needed some peace and quiet,” he shrugged. “How about you?”

“Same,” I admitted. “It’s been a tough year.”

Harry nodded, his expression softening with understanding. “I heard. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“Thanks,” I said softly. “It’s getting better, though. Slowly.”

We began to walk together, falling into an easy rhythm. The conversation flowed naturally, our shared history creating a comfortable familiarity. The sun filtered through the trees, casting playful patterns on the ground as we walked. The scent of blooming flowers mixed with the earthy aroma of the park, creating a soothing atmosphere.

“Do you want to talk about all…that?” Harry asked gently after I explained that I was living in London indefinitely for the time being, in a kind of self-imposed exile forced by the drama of the last few months. "I don't want to force you to tell me anything, but if you need to... I'm here."

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “I suppose it might help. It's just... everything happened so fast. One minute, I was at the top of my career winning all these awards and accolades for my work and the next, it was over and all the snakes fell on me. And I was alone, I’ve never felt so lonely. The whole thing with Kanye destroyed everything I have worked for since I was a child and everyone supported him in my demonization, no one stood up for me.”

Harry's eyes widened slightly. “I saw that. It must have been awful.”

“It was,” I admitted. “It felt like the whole world turned against me overnight. My social media was flooded with snake emojis, people calling me a liar, and saying even worse things. It was like I was trapped in a storyline full of lies that I never asked to be part of, ever since 2009.”

Harry nodded, his expression thoughtful. “I can’t imagine how tough that must have been. I’ve had my share of public scrutiny, but it sounds like you’ve been through the wringer.”

“It’s been rough,” I admitted. “But I’m trying to focus on the positive, I have decided to put some distance from the eye of the hurricane to lick my wounds and try not to end up going crazy. My music has been a lifeline, as always. It’s the one thing that’s kept me grounded through all this. But now, I’m not even sure if I can release new music again without my reputation being ruined all over.”

Harry turned to me, his expression serious. “You’re stronger than you realize, Taylor. What you’ve been through... it’s not easy, but you’ve handled it with grace. Your music has always been your strength. People love your music.”

“Thanks, Harry. That means a lot coming from you,” I said, my eyes softening. “You’ve always been good at lifting people up. But it's hard to think about putting myself out there again. What if it just brings more negativity?”

Harry smiled, his eyes full of warmth. “I get that. But think about all the people your music has touched, all the lives you've changed with your songs. You've always been true to yourself, and that's what matters.”

We found a bench and sat down, the golden afternoon sun casting a gentle glow around us. We sat in companionable silence for a few moments, watching the leaves sway in the gentle breeze. I felt a warmth spread through my chest, a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in a long time. The park seemed to cocoon us in its embrace, offering a momentary escape from the world outside.

“What about you?” I asked, breaking the silence. “How’s life been treating you?”

Harry shrugged. “It’s been a bit of a rollercoaster. I just finished filming 'Dunkirk' with Christopher Nolan, which was incredible but intense.”

"That sounds amazing, I never imagined you as a Nolan guy."

"Yeah, it's amazing that the long-haired guy from One Direction ended up in a Nolan movie," he replied with a sad smile.

"Well, I think it suits you, whatever the public or the press thinks. You always had a lot of hidden sides in you... I just thought you'd be more of a Spielberg guy."

"You think you're so funny, Miss Swift," he replied mockingly. “I’m also starting to write songs for my first solo album.”

"Oh, that's great, that's what I know best. How was it?"

“It’s exciting, but sometimes I miss the old days with the band. Things were simpler then.”

"Sometimes change is difficult."

"I just… miss not having four other guys around to make decisions... everything I decide is going to be on me if something goes wrong and... I feel like I have a responsibility now to reach a standard, to reach expectations, if I go through with this."

“I can relate to that,” I said. “Sometimes I miss the early days of my career, before everything got so complicated.”

Harry nodded, his eyes distant for a moment. “Yeah, fame can be a double-edged sword. But I guess we just have to focus on the things that matter.”

“Exactly,” I agreed. “That’s why I’ve been pouring my heart into my music. It’s been therapeutic, in a way.”

“I’m glad you have that,” Harry said, his voice sincere. “It’s important to have something that keeps you grounded.”

We walked in comfortable silence for a while, the sounds of the park providing a soothing backdrop to our thoughts.

“Do you ever miss it?” Harry asked, his voice quiet as we continued our stroll.

“Miss what?” I replied, glancing over at him.

“Having someone to share all of this with,” he said, his gaze distant. “A partner you can tell all your uncertainties and fears to.”

I paused, considering his question. “Sometimes,” I admitted. “But it’s difficult to find someone who understands everything about my life – the fame, the reputation. It’s a lot for anyone to take on.”

Harry nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Our way of life is something that is hard to understand for anyone who has been away from this kind of life. You want to believe in that connection, but it’s scary to open yourself up to that vulnerability again.”

“Exactly,” I said, feeling a weight lift off my chest as he put my feelings into words.

We walked in silence for a few moments, lost in our own thoughts. The park was bathed in golden light, the air filled with the sounds of nature around us.

“But,” Harry said softly, breaking the silence, “I think love is always worth taking the risk. Maybe finding someone to share your love with is worth fighting for, despite the pain of them not understanding what this life is about.”

I looked at him, a glimmer of hope stirring in my chest. “Maybe you’re right.”

We walked in silence for a few moments, lost in our own thoughts. The park was bathed in golden light, the air filled with the sounds of nature around us.

“But, I don’t know if I can risk it again,” I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s so hard to find someone who understands this life, the constant scrutiny, the expectations. It’s exhausting. And when that person also lives under scrutiny and understands what it's like, it's even worse, because it's not only my reputation that's at stake, but also theirs.”

Harry nodded slowly. “As I see it, in a relationship where there are two previous big reputations, when you are together, it becomes one. You have to forget about the past and focus on a shared reputation, of course without forgetting that you both have separate projects, but keeping in mind that there is another person on whom, at least your public image depends. Then, maybe it’s not about finding someone who gets it all. Maybe it’s about finding someone who’s willing to try, who’s willing to be there for you despite not having all the answers.”

I considered his words, a thoughtful silence enveloping us. The park seemed to cocoon us

 in its embrace, offering a momentary escape from the world outside.

“But what if it just leads to more heartache?” I asked, my voice tinged with vulnerability.

Harry looked at me, his gaze steady. “Life is full of risks, Taylor. But sometimes, the greatest rewards come from the biggest risks. You deserve to find someone who makes you happy, who supports you through the highs and lows.”

I sighed, feeling the weight of his words. “I want to believe that. I really do.”

Harry gave me a small, encouraging smile. “You will. It just takes time.”

We continued our walk, the sun beginning its descent, casting a warm, golden glow over the park. As we walked, I felt a sense of peace settle over me, a sense of hope for the future.

“Thank you, Harry,” I said softly. “For being here, for listening. It means a lot.”

“Anytime,” he replied. “You’re not alone in this. Remember that. If you need to talk or anything else, I'm just a phone call away.”

As we walked, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of optimism for the future. Maybe, just maybe, there was hope waiting just around the corner.

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See you soon :)

[quartz-the-moth-cat]

Aspen, my gravity falls line oc,

In this au

Bill has hexagon and line friends, line friend is pregnant with hexagons baby, line friend is heavily pregnant, due in two weeks.

Bill destroys dimension forgetting they’re there. He finds them quickly, but not soon enough and by some miracle (axolotls power, he didn’t wanna leave bill as the last of his race (it must be incredibly lonely to be the last like that little Hawaii bird except definitely not calling for a mate) so he gave him a child) the unborn aspen survives.

He then decides to use his powers to keep baby aspen alive outside of his mother (not needed for long since aspen is so developed) and then raises her, being transparent about their past and family. (bills evil not a monster, hes gonna let a kid (especially one of his species) know about their world and family)

Bill found the henchmaniacs in an already formed group about four days after burning his dimension down. (The group was mostly for safety so no one really knew each other well, they just hung out in the same general areas) He forced suggested a couple rules (and scared the henchmaniacs with his power) and they made him leader.

It only took a year before they were all family.

The family!

Kryptos: big brother to aspen

8-ball: awkward uncle

Teeth: pet

Pyronica: nothing close but not strangers either

Amorphous shape: Aspens gossiping/relaxing/venting buddy, Aspen will also take her to parties. (bill makes them take someone. Due to amorphous shapes laid back nature she don’t really care what aspen does at said parties. Her job is to keep Aspen alive, not make sure she doesn’t do stupid stuff)

Pacifire and hectorgon: Aspen really only talks to them if someone else is around, nothing against them they just don’t click

Keyhole: Aspen is the nicest to him. He’s an introvert but if he had to choose someone to interact with, it’d be Aspen.

Xanthar: Gives Aspen advice. Personal couch/bed or Aspen when they travel much to his dismay. (Bill wont let him shake Aspen off)

Eye bats: Aspen adores them

Jessie: Bills go to babysitter for baby Aspen. She helped bill learn how to care for kids. (she was an oldest sibling and had experience with babies) She had a short lived sort of almost thing with bill (before she left) She was around him constantly, and joked about Aspen being their (Jessie and bills) kid, sometimes they’d cuddle with Aspen because he would cry if both of their “parents” weren’t around. Jessie would’ve been the one to teach Aspen if she didn’t leave

And finally, aspens beta design

[alterchaos]

GOODBYE, MY FRIENDS

Sonic's adventure on Earth comes to an end...

PREVIOUS CHAPTER: WORLDS APART

NEXT CHAPTER: AFTER ALL THIS TIME

An early summer sun rose against the Station Square skyline, signaling the birth of a new day. Birds released their sweet melody as they flew high into the air, waking the rest of the world from its deep slumber.

As for the girl with the golden hair, however, she’d been unable to sleep. Nobody in the Thorndyke family could, not when the new day brought with it a sorrow so intense it could never be expressed with mere words.

Today was the day Sonic and his friends returned to Mobius.

Today was the day they said goodbye.

Eve stood in front of her bedroom vanity, clasping the collar of her summer dress closed and looking over her hair tied half-up in the red ribbon once more. Ever since returning home the other night, she’d vowed she wouldn’t cry. She wanted to see everyone off with a smile, especially Sonic.

“Until the end…”

She inhaled deeply, smiling to herself in the mirror as she mustered the courage to move forward…

Alone…

Without Sonic…

She turned, buckling on her shoes the same hue as her ribbon and walking out of her bedroom. She closed the door with a resounding click of the nob, looking ahead. Her brother stood there, waiting for her. He held out his hand.

“You ready?”

Eve nodded, looking down slightly as she took his hand.

“Hey…You aren’t alone in this. I’m here for you.”

“Right.” She inhaled, smiling brightly once more, “Let’s do it to it.”

The two took their next steps forward, hand in hand, the girl in the glittering, yellow dress no longer alone in the future she faced.

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The Thorndyke family proceeded onwards to the chaos-powered machine that would send everyone back home, thus ending this life of adventure once and for all. The goodbyes were short and tearful, everyone exchanging hugs and final words of affection. It was all a blur for the girl in the yellow dress as she sent her friends off one by one with a smile, wishing them well in the lives they would lead…without her. Though deep in her heart she wished she could join them, she knew that was a reality that simply could not be. Soon, all that remained was…

“Sonic…”

Once the hedgehog had given her older brother a hug and a few parting words of brotherly wisdom, he turned to face the young girl.

“Eve…”

The two of them stood before the machine, silhouetted by the light of the portal. They smiled at each other. Though there wasn’t enough time for everything they wanted to say, neither of them needed to speak in order for the other to understand. They knew their friendship would last, their lives forever altered by that single meeting that fateful day.

Sonic held out his hand.

“Until the end.”

Eve took it.

“Until the end.”

The two stayed like that for a moment before Sonic let go, turning to face the portal before him. He paused one last time before stepping through.

“Hey, Eve…”

He turned to face her with his signature wink and a thumbs up.

“Thank you for the adventure.”

The girl’s eyes widened, growing wet with tears. She blinked them away, smiling at him one last time.

“Thank you, Sonic, for everything.”

Then he was gone as quickly as he had raced into her life.

He was gone…

plip

plip

Sonic…he was…

plip

“WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!”

The girl with the golden hair fell to her knees, releasing all the sadness she’d fought so hard to contain in a series of loud, anguished cries.

Sonic was gone.

“WAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!”

Her best friend was gone.

“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!”

“Until the end…”

But the end had already come.

Chris knelt down, holding his younger sister as she cried out into the rising dawn.

Sonic…was gone…

…forever.

CHAPTER END

[spotlightstudios]

Posting these before I lose them:

Character Concepts:

Vacive Characterized through 3 lights. 1 is a tale from people of the continent, a poem warning of the blank-faced man who stops at nothing to complete his goals (which are unknown). 2 is from the perspective of his temple. Another poem or a short story about how there will be a chosen one who will obey only their highest power without wavering. 3 is a retelling of an adventure from the perspective of Kip where a 'strange man' joined his adventuring party with his own goals in mind.

1 has a grim and desolate tone, filling the reader with anxiety and fear of the man passing through. 2 has a reverent and religious tone, an arriving hope and Savior. 3 has the tone of Sone Guy telling a story about his pal.

His name cannot be said until the 3rd piece, but only towards the end when Kip asks him again about what to call him. The first two should not hint at them being about the sane guy, but the third should connect the pieces. The end pay-off should have something to say about how much of a towering presence Vacive is to the world around him, but how little he feels compared to the world in reality.

Side notes: Kip is a simple character. Make that obvious. He's not the focus, but his personality is the reason that Vacive can be perceived in such a way.

Start this short story along the lines of:

Context: Fantasy Setting

The tavern. Any and all learned adventurers would recognize locations like this as a place of camaraderie, of friendly faces, and beginnings which would lead to adventurous ends. The warm fires cradled in the braizers along the walls and the candles suspended in bronze chandeliers high above the heads of patrons, along with the thick scent of booze and sloshing of mead in glasses so heavy a man might drop them long before he finishes his second round, always made for a rowdy environment where brawls or dances were equally likely to break out on a whim.

Luckily, this morning, there was little chaos held in the four wooden walls of the tavern. Instead, it was early morning, and the only ones inside were those spry young things hoping to nab a quest from the board before experiences parties could pick it clean, Old Miss Charlotte the owner and barkeep, and the adventurers who were resting from their troubles and looking for a bite to eat. There, sat at one of the tables that was perfectly sat to recieve a beam of the daylight across its surface, was one of those adventurers.

He was a fine young fellow. One of the races that more closely resembled animal than man. Or, well, he was more precisely some sort of bird-man. He must've been shorter than most, anyone who cared to look closely could see he had his travel pack tucked under his tailfeathers on the seat just so he could rest his elbows in the table. Feathers covered his entire body, a dirty and dusty gray, all except for a pattern about his black, beady eyes which looked like the mask of a bandit and a slight crest on his head which bore the same midnight hue. His hands, and presumably his feet, were scaled and more like talons than anything else. His wings sat large against his spine, crossed so that they wouldn't rest uncomfortably against the chair-back. Though his face deeply resembled that of a songbird, there was clearly a cheerful demeanor. His eyes were soft, his beak was slightly parted in what one could imagine was a smile, and he seemed entirely at ease.

This was an adventurer who had just gotten out from a solo-quest. A pay-out in his pocket and his javelin awaiting a good sharpening before he set out again.

"You cannot be serious." Were the words that fell from the figure sat across from the bird-man. This was an elf who lived in the area. She often helped settle disputes between adventuring parties who sourced their income from the town's guild. She'd been around for.... how long was it now? About 200ish years? She'd seen a lot of disputes in her day. Enna, was her name in the common tongue.

"Kip, your party took on a vagrant from the roadside, and then didn't pay him?" She practically hissed the words under her breath, as though saying them any louder would summon the City Guard to her side.

The bird-man, Kip, tilted his head to the side a bit. To Enna, it seemed he didn't have a thought in his head beyond what he'd be having for breakfast. He was far too jovial for the task at hand.

"Right," Kip confirmed with a short nod of his head, "He did not want pay. Claimed he was on a mission of his own." He spoke bluntly, tipping his head back upright as he watched Enna.

He thought the elf might as well have been sitting on hot-coals with how red her face turned. Or maybe she'd bitten down on a lemon while Kip wasn't looking, because her face scrunched in such a way that Kip would've laughed if he hadn't known her by now.

"Kip!" She snapped, "You're telling me another guild sent him on this quest? Did we let a double-up slip past us?"

The second part of her words didn't seem addressed to him, as her anger seemed to shift into horror. Kip had always wondered what was so important about the guild's gold that they always had Enna running around, but they didn't pay him to worry. They paid Enna.

"No." Luckily, he could probably quell her worry. "A temple, far to the east. Their servants don't take rewards." It was fact, he knew. He'd seen these servants during his travels over and over again.

Enna was a well of expressions, because her worry seemed to ease a bit as she turned her gaze from the table where it had plastered during her worrying, back up to meet Kip's beady gaze.

Her lips seemed to move, an imitation of silent words, before, "Why did the others not tell me that? I could've saved so much trouble..." Her groan was obviously one born of exhaustion. If she said 'the others' then Kip figured he was the last one if his party she'd talked to. That meant he was her last-ditch effort for information.

"Mm, easy. I'm the only one who knows."

Break here, but Segway into Kip describing the adventure from his pov, particularly about Vacive.

[roppongi-division]

"It's only when we fall that we learn whether or not we can spread our wings and fly."

Timeline

Age 0:

He is born to his mother and father in Tokyo, Japan.

His mom sadly passes away due to complications from his birth.

Age 6:

He discovers what his dad does for a living: he's an underground racer.

Seeing his dad on the tracks makes Zakari want to become just like him.

Age 7:

He starts reading up on history and finds himself getting interested in Greek mythology.

He particularly likes the story about the craftsman, Icarus.

As he sees birds flying in the air, he hopes too someday be like them.

Age 8:

He finds a $100 dollar bill whilst walking home from school.

He shows it to his dad, who calls him 'lucky'. He then explains the concept of 'luck' to his son, who takes his words to heart.

He then starts searching for ways to test his luck.

He starts taking dares and bets for easy money.

Age 9:

His luck makes him bolder, making him do more insane things, which often ends with him hurt.

His father, worried for him, tells him that his luck makes him 'special', but he shouldn't let it change him.

Taking his words to heart, Zakari promises not to let his luck rule his life or change him.

Age 10:

His father is preparing to go up in a highly anticipated race against a rival driver named 'Anika Kiyozaki'.

Tragedy strikes when Anika's reckless driving causes a crash that wrecks both her and Zakari's father's car.

His father is deemed 'dead on site', making Zakari an orphan.

The memory of his father inside the race car horrifies Zakari, and he grows afraid of vehicles.

He feels his luck caused his father to die, and feels responsible for his death.

Because he has no parental figure, he is sent to one of the city's orphanages.

He doesn't associate with anyone, preferring to be left alone.

Age 11:

Memories of his father's death continually haunt him, causing him to neglect his mental and physical health.

He contemplates suicide and even tries to go through with it, but his luck always saves him in the end.

The adults at the orphanage have to keep an eye on Zakari to make sure he doesn't do anything harmful to himself.

Many adults try to adopt him because of his surname, but he always refuses to go.

He is prescribed to see a psychiatrist two days out of the week.

Age 13:

After two and a half years of therapy, he begins to feel better about himself and his situation.

Age 14:

A couple of other kids begin to sneak out at the orphanage at certain times during the week.

He decides to do the same, finding the orphanage to be stifling for him.

To make some pocket money, he begins going back to performing risks and dares. He also engages in street gambling.

He eventually works up the nerve to visit his father's grave for the first time since his death.

Though memories of his death come back to him, he manages to persevere and have a short talk with his dad.

Age 15:

One day, he meets a young man who invites him out for some lunch.

They talk and the man introduces himself as 'Kai Quinlan'.

They continue to meet sparingly and get along pretty well.

He is introduced to Kai's wife, Mireya Quinlan.

Age 16:

After almost a year of talks, Zakari is asked by Kai to join his family as his adopted son.

At first, Zakari wants to refuse, not only out of respect for his deceased father, but also out of fear and safety for Kai and Mireya.

However, after talking it over, he accepts Kai's offer, becoming his and Mireya's son.

He continues performing parkour around Tokyo.

Kai and Mireya, though they are worried for him, decide not to stop him.

Age 17:

Mireya decides to open a nightclub in Roppongi.

Though it's not much, Zakari helps out by offering up some of his money from his street bets.

The club eventually is opened, and he and the family relocate to Roppongi.

He helps out around the club, taking orders and cleaning up after patrons.

Age 18:

He is old enough to inherit his father's house, but decides to sell it in order to help pay off his mother's loan.

Age 19:

His mother opens a casino in one wing of the nightclub.

He decides to make some money for him and his family by performing death-defying feats while gamblers bet on his chances of survival.

Though his parents are skeptical, they allow him to do so, so long as he doesn't go too far.

His feats earn him the moniker, "The Daredevil".

Age 20:

He meets Dice Arisugawa of Shibuya.

The two become friends due to their love of luck and taking risks.

Age 21:

The H-Era officially starts, and the Party of Words takes control of the Japanese government.

He gets a call from Dice who needs his help in Shizuoka.

He intervenes and meets Lucille "Lucky Lucy" Takara of the Kito-gumi.

After embarrassing her in a high-stakes game and absconding Dice of his debt, she, in a rage, plans a hit on Zakari.

His luck, however, saves his life and he appears at one of Lucille's casino rings the very next day.

Appalled, yet also intrigued, she challenges Zakari to several games of cards, which he accepts.

The two become interested in one another and soon become a couple, which Lucille vowing to "make him pay her back in one way or another."

Zakari looks forward to it.

Age 22:

Present.

After about seven years, he makes a decision to go back to school.

Chuohku, in an effort to consolidate more power, forces his father to join the D.R.B.

After hearing that his father must form a team to enter, Zakari offers to join. Though Kai doesn't want him or Mireya to get involved, they join, regardless.

He becomes the third member of the Roppongi Division rap battle team, Private Party, alongside his parents, Kai and Mireya Quinlan.

Schedule

12 a.m. - 1 a.m.: Performing in nightclub

1 a.m. - 1:30 a.m.: Returns home

1:30 a.m. - 9 a.m.: Asleep

9 a.m. - 11 a.m.: Freshens up

11 a.m. - 12 p.m.: Eats brunch with family

12 p.m. - 2 p.m.: Attends online classes

2 p.m. - 3 p.m.: Performs parkour around Roppongi

3 p.m. - 4 p.m.: Sky gazing

4 p.m. - 5 p.m.: Studying

5 p.m. - 7 p.m.: Freshens up for evening

7 p.m. - 7:30 p.m.: Walks to nightclub

7:30 p.m. - 9:30 p.m.: Plays games of chance in nightclub

9:30 p.m. - 10 p.m.: Prepares for performance

10 p.m. - 12 a.m.: Doing extreme stunts in nightclub

Character Hashtags

Regular Hashtags

#Born under a lucky star

#Spread my wings and fly

#Place your bets

Trauma Hashtags

#My father's body behind the wheel

#How far will my luck take me

#I flew too close to the sun

Other Info

Hobby: Parkour

Weakness: Takes unnecessary risks

Trauma: "My luck failed to protect my dad when he needed it."

Twitter: @Icarusinthesky

Drinks: No

Smokes: Yes

Special Skill: "I'm extremely skilled at parkour. I've been doing it since my mid-teens."

Intro Quote: "The routine for tonight: bet, risk, reap, repeat."

Trauma Quote: "You said you'd always be there for me, dad! But you're not. ...And it's because of me. It's my fault! It's my fault!!"

Ending Quote: "Flying or falling. In the end, the choice is ours."

[chaotic-starlight24]

Mini-Chapter Night, Laughter, and a Sword

Word Count: 527

Summary: A small chapter in Alex's perspective. A little about her past.

Warnings: N/A

Enjoy!

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Alex swung her boomerang to Tallulah. Catch had become their favorite thing to do. It was always a nice way to just chat with each other. It was also a really good activity for stamina training. Tallulah raced after it and jumped off a stump to catch it. 

She panted, “Nice job, Alex! These throws are really good! A bit hard to catch though.”

“Oh well, been doing it my whole life.” Alex shrugged with a grin, “Always a good way to get coons and foxes away from chickens.”

“Let’s take 5, before I pass out.” Tallulah decided, resting against a nearby tree.

Alex settled next to her. A cooling breeze passed through the clearing. She lifted her head and nodded to the soft melody of the birds.

Tallulah stretched her arms with a deep breath, “Mind telling me about your home?”

Alex smiled softly and crossed her legs. It had been a little while since she had been back.

“Well, I’m from Kansas. Me and my mama live on a dusty little farm a little ways from the nearest town. Not quite in the middle of nowhere but also not in a busy neighborhood if you know what I mean.”

Tallulah closed her eyes but was still listening intently. It honestly meant a lot to Alex. It had been a good while since she had someone listen to her with interest. Especially about home.

“We have a couple animals and crops. Never really bothered me that I didn’t have a dad. But we did and still have these 3 old dudes that live next door. They come and sit on the porch with my mama sometimes. Not real good hearing though. Two of them are named Larry, then there’s also Gerald. I would try to chat with them but they could never hear me! All they would answer with was “HUUUUUH?!” kind of annoying but I got used to it.”

Alex giggled as she could almost hear them now. It was kind of weird what company a county girl could find when all alone.

“Did you ever have many friends?” Tallulah inquired, opening one eye to look at Alex.

“Nah… Not ones my age at least. But I was pretty content with what I had. My mama always told me my dad went to work on the railroads. Not the most popular job but I believed her. I wonder if she really knew the truth.”

“What’s your mom’s name?”

“Pamela Fleet. Or Pam for short. I miss her a bunch.” Alex sighed.

She could see her mother’s warm brown eyes and light brunette hair. Stripes of gold and gray in it. A big grin always on her face.

Tallulah stopped her humming for a minute or so, seeming to contemplate something.

“Forgive my straightforwardness, but is she…dead?”

Alex’s mouth gaped open,“Ah heck no! She’s alive and well! Running the farm with the Larrys and Gerald. Going berry picking on some of the trails near our home. I go back every Summer.”

Tallulah laughed, “Sorry, you just used a lot of past tense.”

She got up and lended a hand to Alex, “C’mon. Let’s keep playing.”

[deadpresidents]

Brújula

He was coarse and obnoxious.  A big, overbearing, profane, restless, ambitious Texan who pushed and prodded and wheeled and dealed his way from poverty in the Texas Hill Country to the most powerful office in the world. She was soft-spoken and eloquent.  A gentle, quiet, polite, and comforting presence for her father, her husband, her children, and her country.  As the social fabric of the United States began to tear during her husband's Administration, she found a way to literally beautify the nation. On November 17, 1934, Lyndon Baines Johnson was a 26-year-old secretary to Congressman Richard M. Kleberg, the member of the U.S. House of Representatives from the 14th Congressional district of Texas.  Johnson was a tall, gangly, anxious, antsy young man.  So driven was Johnson that he made sure to personally answer every letter which arrived in Kleberg's office -- whether the Congressman deemed them important or not.  Johnson had started his career as a teacher, but it was politics that he was drawn to and politics which he was obsessed with.  Very few people truly knew Lyndon Johnson, but everyone who came in contact with him knew that he was somebody.  Lyndon's confidence in himself was never quite as high.  Throughout his entire life, Johnson felt he needed to press on further and faster in order to prove himself. On November 17, 1934, Claudia Alta Taylor was 21 years old.  When she was born, Claudia's nurse said "She's as purty as a lady bird" and the nickname had stuck.  Almost nobody called her "Claudia", she would always be "Lady Bird" and it was a fitting name.  Lady Bird's mother died when she was just five years old and her beloved father, a wealthy man actively engaged in business, couldn't provide all of the attention she must have hoped for.  What he could provide for his lonely daughter was opportunity.  Although she came of age in a time (during the Great Depression) and a place (southern Texas) where women rarely received a thorough education, Lady Bird was able to make the most of her intelligence and determination.  Not only did she attend college, but Lady Bird graduated from the University of Texas with two bachelor's degrees -- one in history and one in journalism.  Following her graduation, Lady Bird hoped to teach in an exotic locale such as Hawaii or Alaska, "But all that never happened because I met Lyndon." On the night of August 1, 1934, Lyndon and Lady Bird met for the first time, introduced by a mutual friend, Eugenia Boehringer Lasseter in Austin.  Though their initial meeting was brief, Johnson asked Lady Bird if she would meet him for coffee the next morning and she agreed.  Lady Bird nearly had a change of heart on the morning of August 2, 1934 and was close to leaving Johnson stood up on what was supposed to be their first date.  That morning, Lady Bird was scheduled to meet with an architect in downtown Austin who the Taylor family had hired to remodel their mansion, the Brick House in Karnack, Texas.  The architect's office happened to be next door to Austin's Driskill Hotel and Johnson -- sitting alone inside the hotel's coffee shop -- spotted Lady Bird walking by.  Johnson urged Lady Bird to join him and when she did, one of the more unique marriages and partnerships in American political history truly began. Lyndon Johnson hated wasting time.  His entire life seemed like a race against the clock.  Most of the men on the Johnson side of his family tree had lived relatively short lives before dying of a heart ailment.  Johnson always felt that he would not live long, and he often lived each day as if he were going to die that night.  Whether it was in the jobs he worked prior to entering public service or in his political career, Johnson wanted results and answers, and he wanted them immediately.  In his personal life, Lyndon Johnson was really no different. As they enjoyed coffee and breakfast at the Driskill Hotel during their first date, Johnson peppered Lady Bird with dozens of questions and bombarded Lady Bird with his own feelings, goals, worries, and intentions.  Lady Bird was a well-refined, polite young lady with impeccable social skills, so she must have been taken aback by Johnson's unabashed energy and intensity.  Yet, she was also captivated by Johnson's passion.  After breakfast, Lady Bird accepted an invitation to take a drive through the rural areas surrounding Austin.  An early version of LBJ's legendary "Johnson Treatment" persisted throughout their whirlwind afternoon together.  By the time Lyndon dropped Lady Bird off -- after spending just a few hours together and meeting her for the first time only 24 hours earlier -- he had proposed marriage. Lady Bird said no to his immediate proposal.  Not only did she barely know Lyndon Johnson, but earlier that morning she had even considered skipping their coffee date.  But while she declined Johnson's marriage proposal, she didn't deny her interest in him.  Later, she would say of their first date that Lyndon "told me all sorts of things that I thought were extraordinarily direct for a first conversation...about how many years he had been teaching, his salary as a secretary to a Congressman, his ambitions, even about all the members of his family, and how much insurance he carried.  It was as if he wanted to give me a complete picture of his life and of his capabilities."  In truth, that's exactly what Lyndon wanted to do.  Although she turned down his proposal, Lyndon and Lady Bird spent several days together that week before Lyndon returned to Congressman Kleberg's office in Washington.  Johnson couldn't leave her alone because he wanted "to keep her mind completely on me until the moment I had to leave for Washington."  By the time Johnson went back to the Capitol, Lady Bird had met Johnson's parents in Johnson City and Lyndon had met Lady Bird's father in Karnack. Lady Bird's father, Thomas, was an old-fashioned Southern gentleman and Lady Bird was his youngest child and only daughter.  A successful businessman and self-made man, Thomas Taylor didn't seem like the type who would mix well with impatient, boorish Lyndon Johnson from the Hill Country.  Lyndon himself was full of nervous energy as he and Lady Bird drove to Mr. Taylor's Brick House mansion near the Texas/Louisiana border.  He was worried about whether the wealthy Mr. Taylor would look down on the Johnson family's hardscrabble roots and hoping to conduct himself in a way that would impress both Lady Bird and her father. Thomas Taylor told his daughter exactly how he felt about Lyndon Johnson.  After Taylor, Johnson, and Lady Bird had dinner at the Brick House, Mr. Taylor excused himself and asked to speak privately with his daughter.  With Lyndon no doubt concerned in the other room, Mr. Taylor held nothing back.  "Daughter," he said, "you've been bringing home a lot of boys.  But this time you've brought a man."  Mr. Taylor adored Lyndon Johnson. Scheduled to return to Washington, D.C. the very next day, Lyndon again proposed to Lady Bird that night.  Once again, she turned down the idea of a quick marriage, but she encouraged him with a kiss before he started his long drive back to the nation's capital.  They had only known each other for a few days and she had declined two marriage proposals during that time, but Lady Bird "had a queer sort of moth-and-flame thing" she later said.  "I knew I had met something remarkable, but I didn't know quite what." Once Lyndon Johnson returned to Washington, he continued his pursuit of Lady Bird Taylor.  If he didn't talk to her on a long-distance telephone call from Congressman Kleberg's office, Johnson wrote a letter to her every single day.  Lyndon was always consumed by work -- particularly answering the Congressman's correspondence -- but things had changed after his visit to Austin.  Johnson would still work on the mail as soon as he arrived at the Capitol each morning, but before he did anything else he would find a quiet room and write his daily letter to Lady Bird.  To his co-workers, it seemed that every conversation or event or issue would remind him in some way or another of Lady Bird.  It was so unusual for Johnson to put so much focus on one of his own interpersonal relationships that the people he worked with at the time would distinctly remember the change in his ways even years later after he had been President of the United States. Back in Texas, Lady Bird Taylor was having a similar experience.  "I had never before considered myself a lonely person," she later said.  But she "had spent so much of my life by myself that I had gotten used to being alone."  The whirlwind that was Lyndon Johnson made an immediate impact on her.  "Lyndon came into my life and in one week's time he had become so much a part of me that when he left, I felt his absence terribly.  It was embarrassing to admit that so much could happen in such a short time.  Here was this man I barely knew talking about marriage and I was seriously considering the idea." While Lyndon kept pressing the idea of marriage, Lady Bird's heart agreed with Johnson while her mind told her that perhaps she should wait.  She still barely knew the man, and being married to the secretary of a member of the United States House of Representatives wouldn't have provided any woman with a sense of security.  Lady Bird had inherited money from her mother's estate and her father was a wealthy man, but she was unsure of how Lyndon might be able to support her.  She was also unsure about being a political wife, telling Lyndon in one letter, "Oh, I know I haven't any business -- not any proprietary interest -- but I would hate for you to go into politics." Lyndon was certain of two things that he wanted and needed in his life.  One was politics and though he was just a Congressional secretary, he was also intensely studying how Congress worked and building a foundation and network of political contacts back in Texas with his voluminous correspondence from the office of Congressman Kleberg. The other want and need was Lady Bird Taylor's hand in marriage.  On October 23, 1934, Johnson wrote Lady Bird a letter from Kleberg's office that expressed both of those wants and needs.  "This morning I'm ambitious, proud, energetic and very madly in love with you," wrote Johnson.  "I want to see people -- want to walk thru' the throngs -- want to do things with a drive.  If I had a box I would almost make a speech this minute.  Plans, ideas, hopes -- I'm bubbling over with them."  The hope that bubbled most intensely was his dream to walk down the aisle with Lady Bird. An overlooked aspect of Lyndon Johnson's life and character is his sensitivity.  In later years, that sensitivity was highlighted by insecurity and moodiness.  In the autumn of 1934, that sensitivity allowed him to articulate his feelings to Lady Bird with astonishing clarity and demonstrated an impressive ability to recognize and express exactly what he was doing and why he was proposing marriage so quickly: "I see something I know I want.  I immediately exert efforts to get it.  I do or I don't, but I try and do my best.  You see something you might want.  You tear it to pieces in an effort to determine if you should want it.  Then you wonder why you want it, and conclude that maybe the desire isn't an 'everlasting' one and that the 'sane' thing to do is to wait a year or so, and then if you still want it, to decide at that time whether or not you should make an effort to get it." At the beginning of November 1934, Lyndon Johnson couldn't wait any longer.  It was obvious to him that Lady Bird loved him, and he knew he loved her.  Lady Bird was still turning down Lyndon every time he pleaded with her to marry him immediately.  They had only known one another for about three months, but Lyndon forced the issue by pulling his Ford roadster into the long driveway at Lady Bird's father's mansion, the Brick House, in Karnack, Texas.  "Let's get married," Lyndon said.  "Not next year, after you've done over the house, but about two weeks from now, or right away.  We either get married now or we never will  And if you say goodbye to me, it just proves to me that you just don't love me enough to dare to.  And I just can't bear to go on and keep wondering if it will ever happen." Lady Bird was still torn and turned to her father for advice.  "Bird," said Mr. Taylor, the successful businessman who admired the guts and determination of Lady Bird's suitor.  "Some of the best deals are made in a hurry."  Thomas Taylor's words seemed to validate one of Lyndon Johnson's frequent exhortations in his letters to Lady Bird, "Why must we wait...to begin to do the things we want to do forever and ever?".  On the evening of November 16, 1934, Lady Bird Taylor finally said, "Yes", and agreed to become Mrs. Lyndon B. Johnson. Just because Lady Bird agreed to marry him didn't mean that Lyndon was satisfied.  The very next day, November 17, 1934, the newly-engaged couple drove nearly 400 miles to San Antonio, Texas.  Lyndon had a friend in San Antonio who owed his political career to Johnson.  Dan Quill had been appointed postmaster in San Antonio after Johnson recommended his nomination to his boss, Congressman Richard Kleberg.  Johnson knew it would be difficult to find someone who would agree to marry him and Lady Bird on such short notice, but Quill was determined to return the favor for Lyndon.  As the couple drove to San Antonio from Karnack, Quill used his influence to acquire a marriage license for Lyndon and Lady Bird on almost no advance notice.  More impressively, Quill was able to talk an Episcopalian priest into marrying a couple that the priest had never met and who had only been engaged to be married for a few hours. With obvious reluctance because he had no prenuptial meetings with Lyndon and Lady Bird, the Reverend Arthur E. McKinistry nevertheless officiated a wedding on the evening of November 17, 1934 at St. Mark's Episcopal Church in San Antonio.  Quill served as Johnson's best man, a surprised local friend of Lady Bird's served as Maid of Honor, and there was just one other witness to the ceremony.  When Reverend McKinistry asked for the rings, the wedding ceremony was paused as Quill ran across the street to Sears, Roebuck and brought back a selection of wedding bands for the couple to choose from.  After paying $2.50 a piece for the temporary rings, Lyndon and Lady Bird places them on each other's fingers and were officially proclaimed husband and wife. The Johnsons -- lanky Lyndon in a perpetually rumpled business suit and petite Lady Bird in a basic lavender dress -- celebrated their wedding with a dinner at a restaurant on the rooftop of St. Anthony's Hotel two blocks south of the church.  They spent their first night of marriage together at San Antonio's Plaza Hotel.  The next morning, the newlyweds drove to Corpus Christi and caught a train to Monterrey, Mexico for a brief honeymoon.  One of the earliest pictures of the couple shows them standing in a boat while visiting the Floating Gardens of Xochimilco.  For Lady Bird, the honeymoon was an eye-opener in many ways.  A passionate lover and advocate of natural beauty and wildlife, Lady Bird was thrilled to explore the scenery and culture in Mexico.  The honeymoon, however, also gave her an indication of the live she was beginning.  Lyndon spent a significant amount of time talking about politics and itching to get back to Washington.  As Lady Bird would later say, "I was a born sight-seer, but Lyndon was a born people-seer.  He indulged me on that trip, but the truth is he wasn't much intrigued."  After Mexico, Lyndon and Lady Bird moved into a one-bedroom apartment in Washington, D.C., and their life together truly began.

It is impossible to do justice to the story of the relationship of Lyndon and Lady Bird Johnson in just a simple essay.  It is worthy of (and has been the sole subject of) entire books.  There are so many levels, so much depth, and such extraordinarily complexity to their marriage that a definitive history requires thorough study and an ample commitment of time and space.

We do know that Lyndon Baines Johnson was not always the greatest husband.  Just as apparent, however, is that Lady Bird Johnson was indeed one of the greatest, most influential, most loyal wives in American political history.  As First Lady, she not only understood her position in her home, but recognized the opportunities that she had to serve her country.  "The Constitution of the United States," Lady Bird said, "does not mention the First Lady.  She is elected by one man only.  The statute books assign her no duties; and yet, when she gets the job, a podium is there if she cares to use it.  I did."

Exceedingly capable, Lady Bird expanded the role of First Lady and marshaled all of her intelligence, ability, and beliefs in order to become a transformational activist in American life.  Every First Lady since Lady Bird has played an influential role in the lives of Americans, and that's not solely because of Lady Bird but mostly so.  Whether it was her campaigns for environmental protection and conservation, beautification, her support for civil rights, or her advocacy for those suffering from poverty or social injustice, Lady Bird was a force for positive change.

It is her most important role, however, which is often overlooked.  Lyndon Johnson was not easy to live with.  His larger-than-life personality and overflowing ego was constantly engaged in a see-saw battle with insecurity, a lack of confidence, and an overpowering fear of failure.  In every election that Johnson ever contested, there came a point where he was dominated by the thought that he would lose and all but decide to quit the race before Election Day.  In almost every one of those elections (and he only lost one election in his long political career), LBJ fell seriously ill shortly before Election Day.  Whether it was due to Johnson's tendency to work himself to exhaustion or partly due to a psychosomatic condition is not completely clear, but Doris Kearns Goodwin would later write that "Personal rejection was so unbearable to Johnson, so mortally threatening, that withdrawal was necessary...Episodes of rejection, actual or apprehended, seem[ed] to cripple Johnson's faculties and even, at times, interrupt his normal state of physical health and vitality."

It was Lady Bird who could calm him in troubled times.  While Lyndon Johnson is remembered as a political maestro, particularly in legislative politics, Lady Bird had great political intuition and knew how to handle Lyndon himself.  LBJ could be cruel and coarse -- not just to his colleagues and staff, but to Lady Bird.  In a 1994 interview with The Washington Post, Lady Bird admitted as much.  "Our was a compelling love," she said.  "Lyndon bullied me, coaxed me, at times even ridiculed me, but he made me more than I would have been.  I offered him some peace and quiet, maybe a little judgment."

That humility was not false humility; it was Lady Bird's characteristically earnest belief.  Yet, she arguably offered him more than he offered her.  When he was sick, she helped care for him.  When he was depressed, she helped make his life as easy as possible.  She motivated him in a way that nothing else could -- not even his intense drive to prove himself or ceaseless ambition for the power to help change things.  If Lyndon Johnson was a hurricane -- a force to be reckoned with, Lady Bird Johnson was the quiet breeze and warm sunshine which helped settle everything in the storm's wake.  I'm not sure Lyndon Johnson made Lady Bird more than she could have been, but I'm positive that Lady Bird helped LBJ become who he was.

In many of the books and interviews that I've read about the lives and times, accomplishments and failures of Lyndon and Lady Bird Johnson, I have frequently come across the word "anchor" to describe her influence on the 36th President of the United States.  The intent of that description is to demonstrate how she helped LBJ remain grounded.  It's a positive label, but it's not the word that comes to my mind when I think about their unique relationship.

Instead, the word that comes to my mind is a word that Lyndon Johnson probably heard many times when he was just out of college and teaching at a small school for impoverished Mexican children in Cotulla, Texas.  The word is "brújula" and it is the Spanish word for "compass".  Lady Bird wasn't Lyndon's anchor.  She was his "brújula" -- the compass which helped him find his way.

Lyndon Baines Johnson could never stay in one place, so an anchor wasn't what he needed.  LBJ was always on the move, always going somewhere.  Perhaps that's why he knew he needed Lady Bird before she realized how she felt about him.  He recognized what she could be for him, and he couldn't let her get away.  For Lyndon, in a life full of historic accomplishments, it might have been his best decision.  Until the day he Lyndon Johnson died in January 1973, whenever he was lost, whenever he was disoriented, whenever he found himself wondering where he was, where he was going, and if he could go on, there was Lady Bird -- his brújula -- to guide him on his way.

[sick-dragons-word-hoard]

Storm showers

Page One - Cracked Stone

The rain was falling down, splashing directly into June’s eyes. She lay back down into the muddy, blood soaked grass and stared over at the tall figure beside her.

They both took in the battlefield silently for a while, then April craned her neck over and snorted. “I don’t think they’ll be a problem for us anymore.” “No more running?” asked June.

“No more running,” the pale dragon agreed quietly, stretching out one of her wings to cover June like a tent in the rain. And then they slept the dead sleep of those truly exhausted.

Page Two - Flowering Fields

After a short day in the market, June had already sold out of potions and salves, and was headed back home with several orders for the coming weeks. Today’s profits were turned largely into food and some necessities for around the house, still mostly unfurnished in the few weeks they had been living there.

The small, still mostly dilapidated shack that they had moved into a bit outside of town wasn’t much, especially compared to the Manor where June grew up in, a towering citadel of manicured lawns, chiseled stone, and vibrant stained glass. But neither was the small dry cave out back anything to compare to the damp dungeons that April had grown up in—a stolen princess from a faraway land, chained since birth. The tradeoff was worth it, June thought to herself.

Her musing was interrupted as she rounded the final bend and saw April sunning herself on the lawn, a gorgeous verdant spread of flowers and wild grasses, blooming in the warm early spring.

Running over to her friend, she dropped her basket and went to say hello. Wrapping her hands around April’s neck, she relaxed with the scent of her, burnt and smoky.

“How was today?” asked the dragon, nosing into her basket slightly.

“You stop that! We can eat later.” June playfully swatted at April’s overly inquisitive snout. “It went really well. People are starting to spread the word that our stuff is the best in town.” “Well I certainly think it should be, with that stuffy alchemical upbringing of yours.”

“Hah! If only they could see me now!”

They fell silent, then, thinking about the dark shapes of the past.

April nudged June to break the spell. “Did you see that one nice young girl, the one that looks a bit like a crow?”

“Mara? She stopped by to grab a couple of tinctures, why?”

April’s massive violet eyes blinked. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed her always showing up when you’re there. She likes you.”

June blinked. “Oh I. Does she? I’m not good at telling that sort of thing.”

April’s paw tapped her head gently. “I told you that you would do fine here. You’re much more likable than you think.” Her head flumped down onto the grass. “Pretty, talented girl like you I’m surprised you haven’t gotten any marriage proposals yet.”

“I imagine that even if someone liked me that much they’d be intimidated by my best friend.” 

April’s grin showed off all her teeth. “Just don’t tell them I only eat plants.”

June scratched April’s head, on the softer skin behind her ears like she liked. “Very scary and intimidating monster you are.” April rumbled quietly at the scratches, butting her head against Juneand making that deep rumbling purr she did when happy. “Well, I know I’m an incomparable treasure beyond compare but I imagine you’ll eventually want someone to lay down with at night, you know.”

“What’s wrong with sleeping with you? You’re warmer than my blankets.”

“Not that kind of laying down, June.”

Time stretched along, as the clouds continued to skate across the sky “I’ve always kind of thought we…” her mouth snapped shut, never intending to vocalize her feelings, especially not this casually.

Her heart pounded as loudly as when the two of them snuck out of the manor. “I always thought um, I haven’t really thought...”

The birds sang in the trees, and the bugs buzzed in the flowers as the silence stretched on for an hour, or a few seconds. June's heart was racing even more, and she let go of the dragon's head, apologizing. "Sorry I didn't mean to make it stran-" was all she got to before the dragon's head pushed her over.

Nudging her with the tip of her snout, April's eyes stared her down. "That's the worst proposal I've ever heard... but I accept." Her long tongue snaked out and licked the side of June's face as she laid there dazed. She continued playfully nudging her prone frame, as June tried to wrap her head around what had just happened. 

She swallowed, nervously. Suddenly unsure in front of the one person she always understood. "When you say you accept do you mean um."

"I accept, as in, yes I'll bed you."

June gulped. April continued, “But not before dinner. What’d you bring me?” as her nose poked back into the basket.

Page Three - Warm Dusk

The kitchen cleaned and their stomachs full, they walked back into the dark cave as normal. June had been sweating nervously all throughout dinner, and April had been almost uncharacteristically quiet, staring at her intently between bites.

A few steps in and April grabbed June, tired of waiting, and carried her all the way back to her nest. She was unceremoniously dropped into the floral soft bed of hay herbs and flowers, with an “oomph”

Breath knocked out of her, she started coughing, hard enough that April paused and apologized. “OH! Sorry! “I’m not as durable as you are, you big lout,” June grimaced. “Ahh, I’m sorry I just got a little caught up in all the um”

“You seem very collected about it all.”

“Only if it helps tease you, my love.” April cooed. June’s coughing started again as her face reddened, enough that April asked “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“I’m… fine.” she managed to choke out, steadying herself. 

April’s “Good.” was punctuated by her smile lighting up with flames in the darkness, as a tiny trickle of flame lit the large candle at the head of the nest.

“You’re still dressed?” She asked, seeing June’s form still laying there a little bit in shock on the bed of leaves. The light from the flames danced around the room, throwing moving shapes on June’s body as she undressed, while April coiled her body around her.

“I know I’ve been naked in front of you a ton of times, but it’s...” June started. “Different” April finished as she moved her head closer. Impetuously, June grabbed April’s head by the horns and pulled their mouths together for a kiss. A little awkward, her lips met the soft scaly lips of the dragon’s much larger maw. 

The faded soot of alchemy blended into the warm cinnamon and spice of fire as they mingled, and April’s tongue flitted out just a bit, enough to fill June’s mouth with her taste.

When they both broke apart they were breathing heavily, and smoke was trickling out of April’s mouth at the edges. “Well now I’m hungry,” the dragon said, before pushing June down with just the force of her tongue. 

She trailed her tongue all the way down her body, until she got to June’s cock. She licked up and down the shaft as June gasped, which turned into moans as her lips wrapped around it. June thrust her hips into the dragon’s maw, enjoying every soft inch of her massive tongue, wrapping around her. In the dim light she saw April’s large, luminously deep eyes staring at her, filled with heat. With a final gasp of “April!,” she climaxed, feeling her seed spill down the dragon’s tongue. Aprils paw squirmed under her back, lifting June with characteristic ease. The dragon wriggled playfully, flipping herself on her side as June got to her knees, kneeling between April’s hind legs. “You seem eager,” the dragon said, gently teasing. June’s voice was husky, her breath warming April’s slit, “I’ve… really wanted this I think.” Her tongue slid along the smooth scales near her entrance, tasting the thin layer of wetness coming from it. Slipping it in, working her open, June explored her warmth. Cinnamon, salt, and smoke filled her mouth, and moaning slightly with arousal she started rubbing the soft flesh with one hand. Her hand started exploring deep inside the dragon, the flesh almost hot enough to burn.

April’s clit started swelling, growing larger than June’s cock, peeking out of its hood. June’s mouth found it, licking the velvety skin softly as the dragon rumbled deep in her stomach with contentment and pleasure. Her whole hand inside the dragon, she curled it up, trying to find a sensitive spot and she was rewarded with a sharp inhalation and fire spilling out of the corner’s of her lover’s mouth.  She pressed in harder, her mouth running up and down her clit as she felt April’s tail pressing her face into the dragon. April’s orgasm was loud, a frantic roar filled with purple and red flames shooting out her mouth and nose, as her body quaked. June’s form was smashed against her stomach by the dragon’s tail as her body shook. Gasping for breath, June separated her face from April’s thigh, body soaked from the waist up and cramping in five different places. The exertion caught up to her and she felt drowsiness overcoming, drifting off to the vision of April cleaning her off with her tongue.

[mslizsteele-stories]

Gothic Academia: Two

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As the night wore on, Mikasa found herself drawn into the depths of Tobio's amber eyes, her heart fluttering like a trapped bird against the confines of her chest. Despite her initial reservations, there was something about the simplicity of his presence, the way his gaze held both curiosity and warmth, that made her heart race in a way she couldn't explain. His comment about finding her sexy echoed in her mind, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "Hey, Tobio. Can I ask you something?"

He ceased scribbling notes in his notepad and looked at her with eyes wide with curiosity - a small thing he always did when he gave her his undivided attention. "What's up?"

She suddenly felt herself hesitate. She swallowed the lump in her throat and licked her lips. "Do you..." she paused briefly. "do you really think I'm sexy?"

She gazed at him and held her breath, awaiting his response. She wasn't annoyed or mad, just curious to know and anxious to find out what his response was going to be.

Tobio met her gaze without hesitation, his eyes sincere. "I do," he replied, his voice steady and unwavering.

The simplicity of his response took her off guard, leaving her both surprised and intrigued.

Short and to the point, gadamn.

"But, like... why do you think that?" she pressed, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Is it just because I'm physically attractive?"

He shook his head gently, a small smile tugging at his lips. "While I do appreciate physical looks, personality is what really matters to me," he explained. "I mean, you can be Kylie Jenner hot but be the most insufferable and annoying person in existence."

Mikasa snorted, crinkling her nose. "Wouldn't call myself Kylie Jenner hot, though."

"Well, at least you're less annoying and drama-free."

"True," she conceded. "but what do you like about my personality?"

"Well, you're smart and intelligent and I find women like that incredibly sexy," he said. "You have this duality. You're stoic, cold and more than capable of biting someone's head off with the right amount of motivation. But you're also passionate and playful once people get to know you. And I've had the honour of seeing both sides of you."

Mikasa felt a warm blush creep onto her cheeks, moved by his words. "You have a way with words. I'll give you that," she mumbled, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"But I mean it," he told her. "Every single word."

A comfortable silence settled between them, filled with unspoken emotions that seemed to dance in the air. Mikasa, feeling an inexplicable pull, rose from her spot and moved closer to him. Tobio's eyes widened slightly, watching her intently as she sat beside him. Their gazes met, and Mikasa spoke, her voice barely a whisper in the quiet room. "Can I tell you something personal, Tobio?"

"Sure," he replied, his voice soft and encouraging.

Mikasa paused briefly, biting her bottom lip, choosing her words carefully. "I... sometimes I wish I wasn't alone," she confessed, her eyes fixed on the coffee table before meeting his gaze. "I have Eren and Armin, but they have their own lives and schedules. I prefer solitude, but there are moments when I wish I had people who genuinely want to spend time with me, to understand me. Is that stupid of me to ask for?"

Tobio's expression softened, understanding the vulnerability in her words. "It's not stupid to desire human connection, Mikasa. Being alone is fine and great but it sucks most of the time."

"I guess," she replied, a small smile touching her lips. "But I can't relate with most people, especially girls in our year. They often perceive me as some sort of witch, waiting to perform a ritual sacrifice. Not all goth girls are into witchcraft, Becky." She rolled her eyes.

"People are weird. That's what I always say," Tobio commented.

"Right!" she agreed, her eyes meeting his with a mix of gratitude and contentment. "But... out of all the people I've met and talked to, I actually enjoy your company, Tobio. You're one of the few people I tolerate."

"I'm glad," he said, his smile warm and genuine.

At that moment, the atmosphere shifted, an unspoken tension lingering between them. They were close, so close that Mikasa could feel the heat emanating from his body. Their eyes locked, searching and longing, and Tobio's amber eyes dropped to her rosy pink lips. His throat tightened as he gathered the courage to speak, his words barely audible. "Would it be stupid of me to ask for a kiss?" he asked, his voice laced with vulnerability, his amber eyes met her dark grey orbs.

Mikasa didn't feel offended; instead, his question felt right, almost fated. She smiled, shaking her head gently. "No," she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's not stupid."

The room fell into silence, thick with anticipation. Their lips hovered just inches apart until Mikasa tilted her head slightly, her lips meeting his in a gentle, tentative kiss. The touch was soft, yet it sent electric waves through her body. They lingered, savouring the moment, until another kiss followed, deeper and more fervent. Mikasa gasped softly as Tobio pulled her closer, his grip firm yet tender. His warmth enveloped her, and she sighed contentedly, her arms wrapping around his neck as their lips melded in a passionate kiss. Tobio's hand found its place on her waist, the other cupping her cheek, his thumb caressing her jawline.

Their lips moved in sync, their breaths mingling, tongues dancing in a silent, intimate conversation. Mikasa's hands explored the contours of Tobio's scalp, while his hands ventured beneath her hoodie, the touch sending shivers down her spine. Time seemed to blur, their connection deepening with every heartbeat, every sigh, until they became lost in the sweet embrace of each other's lips, revelling in the unspoken words that passed between them.

Suddenly, Tobio got up, effortlessly lifting Mikasa with him. A gasp escaped her lips, and she instinctively clung to him, her arms wrapping around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist to steady herself. Surprise and excitement lit up her eyes, creating a radiant glow on her face. Their smiles met, mirroring the shared anticipation, and they leaned in for another tender kiss as Tobio carried her towards her room.

They reached her room, and with a sense of urgency, Mikasa slammed the door shut behind them. Tobio gently guided her toward the twin-sized mattress, his touch firm yet tender. As he climbed on top of her, their eyes locked, both sets burning with desire and a raw, unspoken lust.

Mikasa's fingers instinctively found their way to Tobio's glasses, a delicate caress tracing the frames. She had acknowledged his cuteness and handsomeness earlier, but now, without the barrier of his glasses, his features were strikingly evident. A tiny mole adorned the corner of his left eye, and his slender nose accentuated his sharp, attractive features. His lips were just right, not too thin yet not overly plump, and his eyes, now unobstructed, gleamed with intensity, adding to his allure.

As she removed his glasses, Mikasa felt herself getting pulled by his lips once more, savouring his taste. "Tobio..." her voice was light as a whisper, husky and sultry. She was eager and desperate for him.

Tobio gently lowered the zipper of her hoodie, his touch careful and deliberate. Her body came into view, the fabric parting to reveal her figure. Mikasa's breasts were modest, neither overly large nor too small, a perfect balance that seemed to captivate him. His hands rubbed them both, his thumbs caressing and teasing the rosy buds of her nipples.

She gasped sharply, her body tensed up at the contact and her core starting to throb. Tobio leaned down and kissed one of her tits, prompting a shuddering moan to escape her lips. Her head tilted back against her pillow; her body arched towards him longing for him. She bit her lip, stifling her moans. Tobia continued sucking her breast, his tongue swirling and teasing her nipple and areola.

"Mmm," she bit her lower lip, stifling a moan.

Tobio's hands hesitated near the waistband of her shorts, his eyes seeking permission in the depths of her gaze. Without a word, he silently asked for her consent. Mikasa nodded, her consent evident in the subtle movement of her head, giving him the unspoken permission to proceed.

With a quiet determination, she lifted her hips, allowing him to deftly strip off her shorts and underwear. The garments fell to the floor, forgotten remnants of a moment now consumed by the intensity of their shared desire. Her womanhood was already glistening from her arousal. "Oh," she silently moaned when she felt Tobio's thumb caress the bud of her clit.

Tobio trailed soft kisses on her neck, her stomach and her thighs. He stopped just a few inches from her throbbing womanhood, his mouth hovering over her lower lips. The sight of her folds, all wet and puffy, waiting to be devoured by him evoked a lustful ache between his legs and caused his jeans to be tighter.

He began at her most sensitive part, licking her mound, kissing the outer lips of her pussy with a tenderness that left her wetter and hotter than before. She moaned, her hips jerking up suddenly as Tobio's lips and tongue teased the hood of her clit. She squirmed, tightening her grip on her pillow as she felt the pleasure consume and wash over her like a wave. Tobio's hands were kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples, his tongue now thrusting into her velvety walls.

His lips and chin were coated in her slick. Her free hand gripped his head, begging for more. Tobio moans, moving his lips back to her clit and inserting two fingers into her hole.

"Ah! Fuck!" she screamed, her body trembling at the feeling of his tongue and his digits thrusting in and out of her. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-"

Her eyes rolled back letting out an inaudible gasp. Her body arched; her legs shook as she rode out her orgasm. Tobio slurped and licked her cum, making her whimper from overstimulation in the process before pulling away.

Mikasa's gaze trailed over Tobio as he removed his clothes, appreciating the contours of his physique. He possessed a lean build, his form neither overly muscular nor excessively slender. His body was compact, yet his shoulders boasted a broad, sturdy frame. When he began to take off his jeans and boxers, she blushed and admired the size of his cock.

"Anything you like?" he mused with a smirk.

"Just wondering if your friend is going to fit," Mikasa replied, her tone teasing, as she effortlessly slipped off her hoodie and tossed it aside.

"With how wet you are, I'm sure it will fit right in."

She snorted. "Never thought Mr Dorky McGoodie Two Shoes would be vulgar and dirty."

His grin widened as he playfully hooked his finger around her leg, gently tugging her closer. She gasped in surprise, her laughter bubbling up at the unexpected gesture. "Sorry to disappoint," he told her. "You on the pill?"

She nodded.

"Good. 'cause I want to come inside of you."

They shared a knowing grin, their lips interlocking, and their tongues engaging in an intimate dance. A soft, melodious moan escaped Mikasa's lips as she pulled him closer, her arms wrapping around his neck, her fingers gently tangling in his hair.

Tobio rubbed his cock against her core and started slowly inserting himself inside her. They both gasped at the sudden contact as their pelvic bones merged. Mikasa was wet enough for him to slide inside her smoothly without hurting her, but man her walls had an iron grip around him so tight that he was surprised that he hadn't cum in her at that moment.

"You okay?" he asked in a grunt.

"Y-yeah," she nodded vigorously. "You can move now."

Tobio slowly pulled out then snapped his hips, thrusting back inside her. He started slow until he established a steady rhythm. Mikasa was lost in the moment. She bucked her hips, meeting his thrusts, letting out soft moans as their bodies moved in an intimate dance. "Tobio..." she said breathlessly. "You feel so good..."

"You too..." he groaned, rolling his hips. "Your pussy is so tight and wet for me."

Tobio opened her legs wider and pushed them further back, thrusting deep inside her. "Ah! Fuck. You're so deep," she cried out, throwing her head back against her pillow. "You feel so good inside me."

"Is that so?" he grunted breathlessly, clenching his teeth, quickening the pace of his thrusts. "You like it when my cock is ramming deep inside you?"

"Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes!" she rambled in a high pitch. "Just like that."

Tobia sat up straight and lifted her hips into a new position. Their moans and groans filled the room. Their bodies were covered in sweat and sin. Their eyes locked, speaking volumes in the silent language of desire and longing, conveying their unspoken lust and passion for each other.

"Tobio... I'm close..." Tears started building up from the corner of her eyes.

"Come for me, baby," he whined, his grip on her hips now becoming tight as he chased his climax. "I want to see your face when you come."

She lifted her head and looked at him. Her body tensed, her toes curled and she let out a silent gasp when she orgasmed. Soon after, Tobio snapped his hips one last time and came inside her. Mikasa whimpered from overstimulation as Tobio stroked her a few times until he pulled out and collapsed on top of her without crushing her. They stayed in that position, panting and catching their breaths.

"Wow," Mikasa broke the silence, her voice barely a whisper. "This was not how I imagined studying would go."

He let out a breathy laugh, meeting her gaze with a playful glint in his eyes. "Any regrets?" he asked, his tone light yet genuine.

She stared at him, her eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and contentment. A smile curved her lips as she shook her head. "No. It was unexpected, but it was worth it."

"Well," he said, a playful grin spreading across his face, "let's hope we earn those distinctions for such a stellar performance," he added, his tone teasing as they shared a moment of shared laughter, the weight of their unspoken connection lingering in the air between them. "Oh my gosh," she laughed, pushing him off her and turning to her side. "You know, even though you're older than me, you sure act like a child."

"Woman, I can bend you over and make you call me daddy. Don't play with me," he smirked devilishly.

Her face turned bright red and her jaw dropped. "Oh, fuck you."

"You already did but I'm open for seconds," he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Shut up," she slapped his chest, making him laugh.

They lay in bed in silence, basking in the afterglow of their intimacy. "Would you..." Mikasa's voice was soft and tentative as she spoke. "Would you... maybe want to do this again sometime soon?" Her words carried a mix of curiosity and hope, hanging in the air like a fragile thread.

A grin tugged at the corners of Tobio's lips. "Who am I to refuse such a generous offer?" he replied, his voice laced with playful amusement.

She chuckled, her eyes glinting with mischief, and rolled her eyes playfully. Closing the distance between them, she pressed her lips against his in a series of gentle pecks. Each touch was tender, a silent promise of the moments they might share in the future. Tobio responded, his hand cupping her face, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss, their lips melding together in sweet, stolen moments of passion.

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cuddles - Sam Bird

Y/N x Sam Bird Theme: Fluff (light touching, sfw) Spending some time with Sam being lazy x word count: 730+ Request by: @wolfsbanesbite thank you for asking me to write Sam again🩷 not enough of him on here

It's late in the afternoon on this grey Thursday, and you're at home with your long-time boyfriend Sam. As a professional racing driver, there are days, sometimes weeks, where you aren't able to see each other. That is why you are inseparable when he's finally at home. Today, you're lying on the sofa, your head casually resting on Sam's lap, with him running one hand gently through your hair. Both of you are wearing casual clothes. Black and white track pants, an oversize white shirt, and socks for Sam, while you're wearing a pair of shorts, dark socks, and a sleeveless top.

Those shorts are his favorite, he bought them for himself last summer, but you quickly decided that they're yours now. Sam doesn't mind at all, as long he is allowed to borrow them when working out or going jogging. The two of you are watching TV, more or less. Sam is busy scrolling through his phone, while you're watching him, running one hand across his shirt, stroking his tummy lovingly. From time to time he's purring audibly, much to your satisfaction.

Both of you felt like staying at home today. With grey clouds hovering in the sky, a cold breeze rushing through the leaves and the slightest probability of rain, you don't feel like going outside. Those days are best spent at home, being cozy and cuddly, just the two of you, and nothing else matters. Sam is clearly daydreaming, his eyes focused on the screen, he pouts, then nods to himself. Smiling, you move your body carefully, but he notices, and his attention shifts to you.

As soon as your eyes meet, his face softens more and a shy smile forms on his lips. "What?" He says quietly, one hand still running through your hair. "You're so cute when you're daydreaming." You smile, and a quick giggle escapes your lips. Sam smiles brightly now, his eyes shining slightly. "I was just thinking about the next race." He says softly. That's Sam Bird, always caught up thinking about the next race. Being so passionate about it is one reason you fell in love so quickly. "Figured." You lick your lips, and he chuckles. "I know," Sam says. "You know me well." He tilts his head, watching you closely. "What?" You say, trying to hold back a huge smirk. "I was just thinking….I, I wanted to ask you." He stumbles over his own words, unusually for him. "Want to come to watch the next race?" You raise your eyebrows curiously.

Due to covid regulations, you weren't able to accompany him much in the last few years. Increasing working hours did their best to keep you at home or the office as well. Before you can respond, however, he shakes his head. "I know I'm asking you out of the blue, and your boss might not be happy about it." He starts to ramble, but you stop him by placing a hand on his firm chest, drawing his attention back to you. "Babè." You say confidently. "I want to join you." Stroking him, a coy smile spreads across your face. "Let me handle my boss. It's long overdue I see you live again." Sam's cheeks turn red, and his eyes light up even brighter.

"That would be so much fun." Excited, he giggles, and bends down, kissing you lovingly. You embrace his soft lips on yours, and lay a hand on his neck, stroking his cheek with your thumb. "It's gonna be great." You say once you separate from each other. Sam smiles brightly, and you run a hand through his messy hair. "But for now." You move closer toward him, resting your forehead against his stomach. "Let me take a nap." Groaning quietly, you get comfortable. Sam chuckles again, embracing your body against his own. You curl up against him, and naturally, he starts stroking the small of your back. His other hand is casually resting on his thighs, while you let a hand slip underneath his shirt, stroking him gently now as well. "Should I get you to bed?" He laughs, but you wave it off. "This is much better." Yawning, you bury your face inside his shirt, causing him to giggle again. "Okay, just the best for you." Sam smiles, carefully placing a kiss on your forehead. Closing your eyes, you embrace this moment, just the two of you, cuddling.

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In the Middle of the Night (Jason Todd x OC)

Masterlist

Chapter 9, Chapter 11

story summary: Melanie Withers and Jason Todd do everything together - including but not limited to stealing tires off Gotham's famous vigilante. The newest additions to the Wayne family begin their journey, learning how to navigate their new family, life as vigilantes, adolescence, grief, and rebirth.

chapter summary: Am I aware of the video game physics I used in the last chapter? Yes. Should Mel and Jason be more injured than they are, if not dead? Yes. Sue me. A very much dead Jason, canonically, crawled out of his own grave. I think we can all live with some canon-typical comic book medical inaccuracies LMAO

Apologies if this chapter seems short! Next chapter will have more, I promise &lt;3

Jason returned to the cave only a short time after Melly. Bruce released him after the GCPD had gathered all the henchmen and secured Fries in a containment cell. It wasn’t every day your partner in crime (fighting) came within twenty feet of becoming a bird-shaped pancake on the sidewalk.

It was closing in on one o’clock as he zipped down the ramp on the Bat-Bike, tires screeching on the smooth concrete as he skidded to a stop. He barely took the time to prop the bike on its kickstand (Bruce would kill him if he dropped it at home again) and didn’t bother to strip down before taking off toward the manor, having found an empty med bay.

“Alfred?!” he called, racing up the long flight of stairs to Bruce’s study. Not the most efficient way to get into the house, but he was rushing. Considering the cave was underground, and Bruce’s study was on the third floor, anybody would be winded. Up to and including a growing, athletic fourteen-year-old who scales buildings and jumps across rooftops at night.

“We’re in the hall.”

When Jason blew through the open doors for the cave and study, he was greeted by Melanie, still in her Redwing suit, sitting on the single step in the hallway leading to their rooms. An exacerbated butler stood above her, a dark bath towel in hand.

“Hi, Jace,” she hummed, her head tiredly leaning against the wall.

“Master Jason, you know how I feel about suits outside the cave.”

Jason shot him an apologetic grin. “Sorry, Alfie. I shook off the snow downstairs, though, so I shouldn’t be tracking any,” he amended, lifting his green boot to display the dry sole. When Alfred seemed to approve, Jason planted his feet again. “Why are we on the floor?”

The older man sighed, stepped down, and used the towel to wipe a blood streak from Jason’s damp forehead. “Miss Melanie insisted on waiting for you to return before getting cleaned up and resting.”

“Is she cleared to sleep?”

“I’m right here, you know.”

“You’re sitting on the floor, in the hallway, still in uniform. I’m not trusting your judgment,” Jason pointed out, resting his hand on her head. His thumb mindlessly stroked her hair as he turned back to Alfred, allowing him to do a preliminary inspection of his face. “No injuries? I did my best, but I hit ‘er pretty hard. She was falling fast; I didn’t have time to think.”

“You did excellent work, young sir. You may have broken a rib and cracked one or two others, but I had assumed Master Bruce had caught her with her minimal injuries.”

“It was less of a ‘catch’ and more of a…knocking her out of trajectory.”

“I’m achy and tired, but I’ll live,” Melanie added, holding out her good arm for help standing.  “The winter armor…helped.”

That was true; they wore heavier-duty armor without boiling in their suits in the winter. The protective layers were thicker and certainly did more for them than the high-temperature alternatives. Still, Jason didn’t miss how his partner struggled to pull herself to her feet, obviously taking care not to bend at the waist. If not for the additional padding on their arms, he could almost guarantee they would have, at minimum, broken an arm or wrist between them.

“Are you sure she’s alright?” he asked, raising Melanie’s arm across his shoulders again and supporting her weight. Alfred hadn’t said anything about any sprains or issues with her legs, but she was still limping; he could at least give her sore muscles a break.

Alfred smiled gently, patted him on the shoulder, and said, “Bruising is normal for a collision at that rate of speed. I’m sure this is preferable to the alternative, had you not gotten there in time. You did well, son.”

Jason’s face flushed at the praise; he turned to escape to his bedroom before it could darken and be noticed by either Melanie or Alfred. “Thanks, Alfred,” he muttered, aiding Melanie in getting up the single step and down the carpeted hall with the man following behind for support. Alfred stepped in front of them to open the doors to Jason’s room and let them through.

Bookcases lined one wall, full of the teen’s favorites he had pulled from the library since moving into the manor and neglected to put back. One, however, had plenty of space; this was for books he and Bruce had yet to collect. So far, several first editions, collector's items, and a few that Bruce had specially bound for him lined one shelf – pretty much anything interesting they found in their travels and internet hunts. Alfred spotted Jason’s first edition of Pride and Prejudice in its usual home on his nightstand.

“I’ll watch her overnight,” he offered and sat Melanie on the edge of his bed. “We’ll be here if Bruce needs anything.”

“Very well.” Alfred flicked the strip lights adhered to the wall with the remote hanging by the light switch. The room took a warm, soft glow, just how he liked it. Much better than the brightness of an overhead light.

Typical teenage boys with their LED lights.

“Goodnight, you two. Get some rest.”

“Night, Alfie,” Melanie called after him, waving as he went. She felt guilty for resisting his attempts to get her to bed sooner, but she figured Bruce would let Jay out early, given how much excitement they had encountered.

Jason passed her the solvent for the mask adhesive while he worked on dismantling her costume. She watched through white lenses as he carefully dragged her boots off, holding his bare hands on her foot to warm her toes before moving on to the next. Her footwear didn’t have as many buckles as his, so this didn’t take long.

“How’s your shoulder?” Jason asked, unraveling the thick tape around her feet and ankles. She tended to roll her ankles, and the gauze offered additional support.

Melanie simply nodded, finally peeling back the black mask. She dropped it on the bed beside her, pressed the heels of her palms into her tired eyes, and chose to focus solely on the rolling pressure being applied to her arches. They were no strangers to massages, even before their time as Waynes. Bruce and Alfred had taught them many techniques for relaxing muscles and treating soft tissue injuries, but they’d long since learned how to give a good foot massage from Jason’s mom. Each of the many jobs Catherine held (when she could keep one) had her on her feet all day; rubbing her feet was the only way she would let them help.

Tender hands reached behind to unbuckle her armor, then guided her arms above Melanie's head (not without a few whimpers and curses), and pulled the protective piece and under-layer off. As soon as that was done, she fell back, staring at the ceiling. At Jason’s request, she carefully lifted her hips to allow him to tug the bottom half of her set down, leaving her in just her compression bra and shorts.

Her leg jerked involuntarily as the massage moved up her calf, squeezing a particularly painful spot. “Ow,” she whined, face scrunched up.

“Alright, you need to shower.”

She groaned in response, wanting nothing more than to stay flopped back onto the mattress until Jason lifted her again. He waited until she found her balance before walking them back into the bathroom. In addition to the benefits a hot shower would offer Melanie’s bruises, frost still nipped at Jason’s fingers and chilled his bones. He’d been looking forward to soaking in a bath from the moment they stepped out on patrol. But a shower would do in a pinch.

Jason left her to hold herself up against the sink to get the shower going and leaned past the shower curtain, turning the knobs until he reached the desired temperature – scalding.

“Did you get my–”

“Yes.”

“You don’t even know what I was–”

“Melly, I got your cape and belt. Stop talking and get in the shower.”

With a pout and a series of grumbles, Melanie attempted to twist her body to get her into the shower without directly lifting her legs over her tub. But, with both limbs aching from her rough landing and her balance currently shot, she struggled for a bit before sighing and nudging Jason with her foot. He turned from the fogging mirror, where he was edging his mask off. Upon seeing that she was looking to get his attention, he gave up on removing it carefully, braced himself, and tore it off with a sharp hiss. “Sonuva bitch.”

“If you keep doing that, your acne’s just gonna get worse,” she pointed out, letting her arms fall to her side. “Can you help?”

Gentle as ever, Jason took her wrists and gently braced her palms against his shoulders. He hunched down, arms wrapped around the bottom of her ass. “I’m gonna lift on three, okay?” Melanie nodded, and he tightened his hold. “Alright, one - two - three…” He picked her up with a grunt, enough for Melanie to bend her knees and give him room to lower her back down past the tall edge of the clawfoot tub.

“Wait-“ He stopped, held in place by her soft grip. “Don’t go.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. I’m sitting right here.”

“No, can you…can you come in?”

“Uh…yeah. Are— are you sure?”

“Nothing we haven’t seen before… We can close our eyes if that’ll make you feel better?”

Jason wasn’t blind; of course, he had noticed Melanie coming into her own the further they progressed through puberty and healthy lifestyles. Over the last year or so, he had spared fleeting glances during training or when she changed in front of him, but lately…

Lately, he was losing control of his own body as well.

Couldn’t help the way his skin caught fire at the sight of the crease where her ass met her thigh in a leotard or how his heart fluttered when she threw her leg over his hips or waist in the middle of the night. Then there was the other thing he was deathly afraid of Melanie noticing if she hadn’t already. Popping fucking boners left and right, over anything and everything she did (whether in real life or his imagination) like a… Well, like a hormonal teenager. Including, but not limited to, being asked to get in the shower with her–

Oh no. “Melly, I–”

“I don’t wanna be alone.”

Goddammit. He deflated – mentally and below the belt (thank Christ) – and folded for the pleading tone in her voice. “Okay,” he agreed, unclipping his utility belt and setting it on the sink. “I’ll close my eyes, but…you face the water.” When she obeyed and disappeared behind the curtain to step into the steady stream of hot water, Jason quickly worked his costume off, dropping his pants and boots with a thunk and wrestling the top over the black mop on his head. The teen was left in just his black briefs as he stepped into the space, sliding the opaque plastic curtain shut behind him.

Okay, okay, okay, be cool. Do not make it weird. She’s just scared, needs some help, is all. Nothing more.

Melanie didn’t move as Jason encroached on her space and blindly reached past her for his shampoo. Her arms hung loosely by her sides, her eyes blank and staring at the wall before her as the hot water pelted her bare chest. She felt like she was suffocating in her skin and tore the fucking thing off the second it got wet, ignoring the screaming ache in her muscles.

She was doing everything in her power to keep her emotions under control and ground herself to Jason lathering the gel throughout her hair and the bright eucalyptus fragrance. Even with his comforting presence, Melanie’s heart raced in her chest, and the endless reel of bright windows zipping by replayed in her vision, nails dug into her shaking palms. Salty tears mixed with the spray of the shower head. After a bit, she couldn’t help the choked sob that escaped her.

Behind her, Jason’s eyes snapped open, and his fingers stopped their ministrations in rinsing the suds out of his best friend’s hair; he felt like his heart had snapped clean in two. He definitely didn’t notice the bare skin of her back staring back at him. Or her bra in a sopping pile at her feet.

The shock and adrenaline from narrowly escaping Death’s clutches must have worn off. Danger was a permanent fixture in their lives, a well-known job requirement for a vigilante, sidekick or not. They’d been shot at, various blunt objects either thrown or swung at them, and tossed around plenty. Tonight, however, was the closest either of them had come to death. Much too close for comfort. 

“Oh, Melanie…” he whispered, spinning her trembling body toward his by her shoulders. Melanie practically dove into him, closing the space between them and throwing her arms around his neck, head tucked under his chin. Their height difference was constant competition, each pushing past, only for the other to catch up. Right then, Jason had a hair or two on her. If he didn’t notice her bra at the bottom of the tub earlier, he absolutely didn’t feel her plush chest pressed against his.

“J-Jason, I…I–”

“Let it out…I’ve got you.”

Every loud, wet sob and hiccup shredded his heart further; all he could do was tighten his hold and rub circles between Melanie’s shoulder blades. Jason let his nose trail down, planting soft kisses along her neck until he buried his face in the juncture of her jugular and shoulder. “I know,” he mumbled against her wet skin, swaying gently from side to side. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say; what could he that could make this better? It’s not like Jason could even promise it wouldn’t happen again.

He wasn’t sure how long they stood in the shower. Long enough for the water to lose its bite, slowly bleeding from hot into tepid, bordering on cold territory. Jason supported most of Melly’s weight under the water as she started to tire, her bawling turning into whimpers and sniffles against his skin. It wouldn’t do for them to stay there any longer and be exposed to cold temperatures again.

Melanie’s fingertips dug further into his shoulders as he pivoted them just enough to lean forward and cut the water with one hand. Get a fucking towel, you degenerate. Eyes up, eyes up, eyes up…

Jason draped a thick black towel over her shoulders and gathered it together in front until she took the edges in her hands underneath. He let her stand there while he stepped out and ruffled his hair with another towel, completely missing the shift in Melanie’s gaze. Her blue eyes went to the boy, watching the water drip down his back into a puddle on the floor, his shoulders, and his biceps as he tossed the towel about.

“That’s why your hair’s so frizzy, y’know,” she pointed out, rocking back and forth on her feet. “Your curls would be prettier if you took care of them.”

He switched to drying his torso, looking back over his shoulder when he said, “Thank you for your concern.” The towel hung in front of him, strategically covering the unrelenting hard-on he’d managed to keep unnoticed by some fucking miracle. “You okay?”

“Tired. Help?”

Melanie took his extended hand to balance herself as she climbed out. He was right about the shower, it had helped, but she was still slightly off. A good cry did her some good, too.

Once they had both stripped out of their sopping undergarments and jumped into dry pajamas, Melly collapsed on Jason’s bedding with a sigh, arms bent under the pillows. She didn’t usually go to bed with loose, wet hair (she would braid it, at least); going one night without listening to her haircare advice couldn’t hurt. The bed dipped beside her, and a hand patted her butt.

“Alfie’ll probably wake you up in two hours to check in,” he whispered, easing down onto his back; no spooning with their injuries. “Goodnight, Melly.”

“Love you, Jace.”

“Love you more.”

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