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girl, i wanna see you undo it

i wanna see you but you’re not mine.

how the other batboys react to a breakup

18+, mdni !!!!!!

readers can expect: a fem reader, lotttta angst, cursing, mentions of violence, sexually explicit scenes including mentions of penetration, oral, and masturbation. also tim drake being a creep via e-stalking but reader is aware of it and more or less okay with it.

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your ex boyfriend, bruce wayne, was avoiding alfred.

his butler was insisting on signing him up for therapy, and bruce was dodging him, hard. he didn’t have it in him. he wouldn’t go pay a professional to hear how pathetic he was over the lack of you in his life. couldn’t. he’s found a much more effective way to get out his emotions.

one that involves his fists and a goon’s face.

it was probably cruel, these poor goons were just trying to feed their families, or something, but batman was indifferent.

he was now always nearing dangerously close to breaking his no-kill rule. almost always teetering over that edge. even with his own life. he’d head out in the batsuit, prowling the seediest streets of gotham, hoping, practically praying, for someone to do something illegal. he would put himself in the most deadly situations just to feel alive. wasn’t the healthiest solution, but.

did he care? no.

bruce was numb, unfeeling to those around him. he couldn’t even look at himself in the mirror, not at the stupid fuck who’d lost the love of his life. he’d lagged behind in his case solving, gordon was growing increasingly more concerned. he was rude to the paparazzi asking after you, almost able to hear your voice in his ear, telling him to be nicer to them, whacking him on the bicep. he’d throw his usual charity galas, sure, but would send dick or jason in his place to showboat. he didn’t have the patience to talk to reporters. didn’t want to show face if you weren’t there on his arm. you always made the social aspect much more bearable. would always help him relieve the stress of it all after the event had ended.

but did he still care about you? yes.

just like when you were dating, bruce taking care of you was second nature.

he wouldn’t dare cancel the flower deliveries he’d set up when the two of you were together. they appeared at your apartment door every week and a half, always something different, but always in your favorite colors. you couldn’t stay mad at them either, the flowers brightened up your kitchen so nicely. when you and bruce were dating, he’d merged your calendars, just so scheduling was easier. you’d since deleted the connection, but he somehow still knows when you have appointments, as you’ll come out of your building’s lobby to a sleek black wayne enterprises car. the chauffeur opening the car door for you silently. you’d take it over the subway every time, even if it was a little awkward.

the dating app you’d downloaded after the breakup kept glitching, never letting you text any of your matches back. if you cared more, you’d contact support, but it was so odd. everything else on your phone works perfectly fine! but you had a gut feeling it had something to do with your ex boyfriend.

bruce might’ve slipped oracle a few bills for her silence over that favor.

he tried not to think about the fact you were already willing to start dating again. he couldn’t fathom being with anyone else. could not possibly wrap his head around it. why would he want anyone when he could have you? when he had already had you? everyone else seemed..lackluster.

it’s the same reason he’d been celibate since the breakup. after you, he was tainted. he didn’t think he’d ever be able to have sex again without thinking of you. especially in his own house. the two of you had fucked on every surface possible, seriously. tried every position.

it’d been difficult just sleeping in his own bed when he used to share it with you. used to make your legs shake as you gripped at the sheets. would never make you beg for anything, eating you out until you couldn’t take it anymore. that’s when bruce would press you up against him, holding you up with his huge arms as he pounded into you, his balls slapping against your clit as you whined, barely able to form words.

he’d never been with anyone the way he had with you. so obviously he wasn’t even able to finish with his own hand. it was nothing, nothing compared to the way you felt. his imagination would never have him moaning the way you could. could never make him melt the way you oh so easily were able to, with just a look.

so he was numb. and bruce just figured that’s how he’d stay.

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your ex boyfriend, jason todd, throws his book across the room, flinching when it thuds against the wall opposite.

annoyed at the surprise romantic subplot, he huffs out a breath from behind his hands. he has to get over his sudden aversion to romance, but it feels impossible after losing you. he can’t watch any of his favorite movies, can only read a select few of his favorite books.

he barely even goes out anymore, mostly to avoid seeing couples on dates. the two of you loved going out together, loved going out to community events like concerts in the park, fairs in the summer. he missed accompanying you to your nephew’s t-ball games, watching you cheer and beam up at him in one of his old baseball hats.

so he barely goes out. he doesn’t have you with him!

he saw an elderly couple strolling in the park the other day. jason had promptly turned in the opposite direction, to avoid crumpling into a ball and sobbing or throwing up into the nearest trash can.

he’d gotten back onto his bike and rode home, going way over the speed limit. he didn’t care about being safe on it anymore, not when you weren’t there to ask him to or be his backpack. he missed the way you’d hold on to him, your thighs bracketing his torso as the bike roared. how at stoplights you’d rub your palms over his chest, grabbing his pecs with your gloved hands. your resulting giggle was muffled through your motorcycle helmet, but it was still the sweetest sound in the world to him.

but jason stopped bothering trying to function out in public after that, only ever really leaving his place for missions and to train at wayne manor.

and boy, had he been training. ever since the two of you had broken up, he’d been working out to the point of exhaustion.

barely peeling himself off of the floor after each workout, always heading straight to the shower to rinse the sweat off while he zoned out into the steam. after his workouts was the only time he would relieve himself. he’d hunch over with one hand propping him up opposite the tiled wall, the other fisted around his cock as he thought of your pretty smile, your gorgeous eyes, the meat of your thighs, the curve of your ass. how you’d clench around his cock with yet another orgasm, moaning his name into the mattress.

he’d finish, hard, his body shuddering, leaving him to be ashamed with himself.

he wasn’t allowed to do this, he wasn’t allowed to think of you like you were still his. all this and yet the pain in his muscles still didn’t ease the pain in his heart, the pain seeping into his bones whenever he thought about you.

jason was still hesitant to be around his siblings.

you had left your perfume in his bathroom, and while he knows it sounds crazy, he's been spraying it on his clothes. he misses the way they would smell like you after you’d borrow them. he still hadn’t touched one of his flannels, the one you loved to steal and loved to see him in. he didn’t see the point in wearing it if you weren’t there to see it.

the last time he’d seen damian, his little brother had loudly asked him why he “smelled girly.”

jason had turned bright red and mumbled something probably unintelligible before briskly walking away, bumping into the doorframe on his way out.

he’s been spraying your perfume on the pillow you’d always use too, snuggling it close to his chest like he used to with you while he fell asleep.

it’s definitely not the same, but it’s the closest jason has to the real thing.

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tim drake, your ex boyfriend, swiveled in his desk chair, spinning back and forth. the monitors covering the wall above his desk were alive with various video feeds and social media websites.

@user892548276 was viewing your instagram story, a gorgeous selfie of you that tim had already screenshotted. he had plans for that later. @gothamite69 was liking your latest tweet, while @ilovedoggiess couldn’t get enough of your latest tiktok.

he knew he had to switch up the users so you’d think it was bots. you’d figure it out otherwise. too bad he had a thing for smart people.

he nodded, satisfied at the cctv feed of the street your apartment building was on, before throwing a hoodie on over his bare chest. tim strolled into the kitchen, his sweats slung low on his hips. he ran a hand through his hair, using the other to grab the coffee pot to refill his mug.

“hey, tim. whatcha up to?” jason leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed.

tim jumped, turning around.

“just some surveillance, nothing much.” he replied, hoping he sounded nonchalant.

“ohh, that case for bats?”

“mmhm.” tim cracked his knuckles, something of a nervous habit he’d developed after the breakup. and his serious lack of sleep.

“well, i won’t keep you. tell y/n i said hi!”

tim flinched at the mention of you as jason left in the direction of the garage. it’s not his brother’s fault. jay had been really busy with the outlaws lately, never home long enough to realize tim hadn’t brought you over in weeks. tim scrubbed his hands over his face and through his hair. maybe it was the exhaustion muddling things, but tim can’t remember the last time he’d had a full night’s sleep. it was already difficult falling asleep. it only made it worse that every time he did fall asleep he dreamed about you.

but dick had noticed. he had slowly transitioned tim’s assignments to mainly desk work. his older brother was probably worried about him being too tired on the field and getting hurt. but he hadn’t told bruce. tim preferred it that way. he didn’t need a big fuss about if he was okay or his performance level as a hero.

tim grabbed his mug, making his way back to his bedroom. he caught a glimpse of a dark figure in the window, spooking himself. he was on edge so much worse than usual. his reflection stared back at him, his face skinny and his eyebags dark against the pale skin of his cheeks.

tim shook his head, heading into his bedroom. he swayed a little, locking the door behind him. he set his mug on his desk, sitting down in his chair just in time to see you heading down the street.

he stood up so fast his chair rocketed back, hitting the wall. you usually don’t go out on thursday nights. is everything okay??

he types frantically, finding different angles to effectively follow you down the street, physically recoiling to see you stop at a restaurant. just another date.

you stopped, looking around, waving when you spot a blond guy walking towards you. tim enhances the best he can, zooming in on this asshole who thinks he’s good enough for you. tim scoffs out loud at the wrinkled shirt your date has on, looking ridiculous in comparison to your beauty.

the sundress you’re in is one of his favorites, red and white and flowery. he gulps down a sip of coffee at his screen when you turn around, the fabric hugging your body. he blinks, snapping out of it as your date ushers you into the restaurant. tim cracks his knuckles. he reaches for his phone, pulling up your contact. he itches to call you, to pull you out of the date you’re on, to make you think about him instead of that tool you’re with.

but he can’t. he shouldn’t.

he pulls up the screenshot of your story instead, staring at the selfie of you in his favorite sundress. his cock twitches against the fabric of his sweats. he can’t even count how many times he’s had you rutting against him with that dress hiked up to your waist.

he tosses his phone onto his bed, sitting back in his desk chair as he palms his cock, his brain full of thoughts of you.

you pressed up against him in a slinky dress as you slow dance at a wayne gala. waking up in your bed how the two of you fell asleep, naked, limbs intertwined. dancing in a gotham nightclub together, your hair in your face as you throw your arms up and swivel your hips in his direction in your shortest dress. the texts and pictures you’d been sending back and forth after the breakup, unable to let each other go.

tim throws his head back as he finishes, your name on his lips. his body rigid, the warm liquid all over his hands. he cleans himself off, staring into nothing until his computer dings at the motion detected on your street. you’re strutting down the sidewalk, the street empty. before you head inside your building, you stare into the cctv camera across the street. you wave, smiling coyly. tim sits up straighter, holding his breath. you hold up your thumb, and tim groans. that guy??

but you flip your thumb down at the camera, shaking your head. bad date.

tim whoops, beaming.

he shuts down his computer before flopping onto his bed, burrowing under the covers. five minutes later, he’s fast asleep as his coffee grows cold where it sits on his desk.

[bigification]

Handlebars

Day 1:

My first day of college was a lot more stressful than I thought it would be. I finally made it to residence last night, which only gave me one night to get settled before classes started. I was nervous to meet my roommate because of all of the horror stories I had heard about them in the past, but it ended up being so much worse than I expected. In my mind, the worst outcome was some lazy douche who never cleaned up after himself. So you can imagine my shock when I knock on the door and a full grown 30 something year old man answers the door.

"Hey, buddy. The names Mike, come on in."

He looked and sounded like a jock in a college movie, but when the actor is actually 30. His voice was deep and buttery, it almost gave me butterflies. I just smiled awkwardly and walked past him through the door.

"I'm Oscar by the way." I introduced myself.

"Cool, I'll just call you Handlebars." He said, without a care in the world.

He sat down on his bed, and that was the extent of our interactions for the day.

Day 7:

It's been a week and all my other worries about roommates came true. Not only is he 15 years older than me, he's a slob. He gets home from the gym drenched in sweat and throws his gym clothes wherever without cleaning them. He doesn't do his dishes, or any chore for that matter. In fact it seems like he intentionally keeps the place dirty after I try to clean it. And whatever musky cologne he wears attacks my nose every time I open the door, it feels like the smell seeps into everything, including my clothes.

The few times that he actually wants a chore to be done, he just asks me to do it, or rather he just tells me to do it. Normally I would be happy to tell him to go fuck himself, but I always find myself doing whatever he asks. I hate it.

"Yo Handlebars, be a doll and clean the dishes for me."

"Yo Handlebars, I ran out of clean gym clothes, mind running em down to the laundry for me."

It's like he's casting a spell whenever he talks.

Day 15:

I've started to settle into routine. The things that used to bother me about Mike seem a bit more trivial now. We've even started to become pretty close. I get enthralled by his conversations about business. He goes on and on about his father's enterprises, and how they'll be his soon.

I even started going to the gym with him lately. He lent me some of his gym clothes, even if they're way too big. It just made me appreciate him more. I never really clocked how jacked he was, sometimes he goes to the gym shirtless and it shows off his massive pecs and thick biceps.

Since joining him, I've noticed my body has improved quite significantly. I used to be skinny and lanky, but there is definition starting to show throughout my body.

Day 30:

Just a month into school and I was already on my way to failing out. I just don't care about it anymore, but Mike gave me a solution. He said I could just switch programs and do business with him, and his dad would even pay for it. How could I pass that up.

Now that I've switched, it's like all stress in my life has disappeared. Business is so easy, and now I have more time with Mike. We usually have a routine of going to the gym after our last class of the day.

"Yo Handlebars, you're lookin strong man. I'd kill to grow as fast as you."

He shouted at me from across the gym, when he caught me staring at myself in the mirror. Butterflies flew through my stomach when he said that. And he wasn't wrong, I've been noticing a lot of changes in my body. My face has matured, my eyebrows are thicker, my nose is bigger, and my jawline is more square. I even have to shave now, when I never had to before college. A five o'clock shadow engulfs my face by the end of the day, especially above my lip. The rest of my body has gotten hairier too, especially around my pecs, arms, and legs. And that's not even mentioning my progress at the gym. I actually look like I belong there, my biceps have a nice roundness to them and my chest actually sticks out from my body. Those gym clothes that Mike gave me look smaller and smaller every day.

Life in the dorms has also been a dream. I've been wearing that cologne that Mike loves, and it's like I unlocked a whole new level of confidence. People seem to love listening to me talk, and people seem to respect me more.

Day 60:

This past month has been the best month of my life. Now that I'm in my mid twenties, I can drink whenever I want. Mike and I go out raves and frat parties basically every night, my body is basically used to every drug at this point. And with Mike's dad paying for college, I literally don't need to show up to lectures and I get straight A's.

"Fuck, bro. I think you're bigger than me Handlebars."

Mike said with a shocked face when we were snapping pics at the gym. We flexed beside each other, and it was obvious. My biceps dwarfed his, and his gym clothes had become really tight on me lately. The shirt was skin tight against my upper body, showing off my juicy pecs and my growing six pack. And the shorts looked like they were about to burst under the pressure of my ass cheeks and thighs, to the point that the outline of my dick was constantly visible.

"Here bro, take this."

Mike handed me a package. It was filled with gym clothes and jocks.

"Just for you Handlebars."

I yanked him in for a bro hug, I could feel myself blushing.

"You got this all for me bro?"

"Fuck yeah, man. You've been grinding it out in the gym, don't think I haven't noticed my clothes straining against those muscles. And you need something to contain that snake in your pants before we get campus security called on us."

Mike chuckled, his laugh was infectious.

Day 100:

I started in the mirror. Sometimes I barely recognize myself. The confident and cocky mask goes away when I'm alone, just leaving the caring gym bro that's on the true inside.

Damn, I think to myself, Mike is making me too sappy. I give myself a cocky smile after shaving my face, leaving me with a thick moustache. I flex, admiring my guns and bouncing my pecs. Man I look good for a man pushing his thirties.

"Fuck, handlebars. Since when were you so hairy?" Mike asked me when I left the bathroom.

"What? Are you jealous I'm manlier than you bro?" I taunted him by opening my button up wider, revealing the thick pelt of hair that covered my body.

"Nah, it's got me feelin something tho." He smirked at me.

"Hah, I fuckin knew it. You want a piece of this." I bounced my pecs.

"Don't make it gay bro, it's not like that. Just a dude admiring another dude." He blushed.

The tension between us had been building for weeks. He would stand too close when spotting me at the gym, and I'd catch him staring at me in the mirror. Not like I haven't been doin it too. We also wear less clothes around the dorm. I still got that jock strap Mike gave me a while back, I'd be lying to myself if I said it fit but I don't care, and it seems like Mike doesn't mind either. And sometimes I wear an open button up just cuz it makes my pecs pop.

Day 120:

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this." Mike whispered in my ear. His breath was heavy as he threw me against the wall. His dick was bouncing with excitement against my ass.

For context, a few hours ago we were at the gym like normal. At this point, we didn't even go to class, it was just gym and parties now. The tension had been growing at the gym forever, sometimes we'd release by foolin around in the showers, but it never went further a quick handjob when no one was lookin. It was different this time, he couldn't keep his hands off me. Broad daylight in a busy gym, his hands would be far down my shorts, teasing.

At first I was dismissive. We already got caught multiple times by campus security, so close to getting kicked out of school. If it wasn't for Mike's dad being a rich alumni, I think both of us would be long gone by now. But he knew how to push my buttons, he always has. I gave in, but had the decency to drag him by the collar to the showers. At least there we could be naked.

Ok, back to the point. I grunted as his thick arms held me in place. Mike had been working extra hard to catch up to me, and it was showin. It turned me on, feelin his muscled forearms against my shoulders. But I wasn't gonna let him win that easily. What Mike seemed to forget was the near decade I spent in the Navy before comin to college.

I whipped around, using the hot water against our skin to slip out from his pin. I pushed his shoulder, sending him tripping over my foot, which I had conveniently placed behind his. I caught him like a damsel in distress, so there was no doubt in his mind who was on top.

Within seconds, it's like my training kicked in and I had him pinned down on his stomach. The bristles of my thick mustache rubbed against the back of his ear as I whispered, "You really thought you could top me?" I asked with a chuckle.

He moaned like a twink when I stuck my cock up his ass. It took a moment for his ass to adjust to takin a beatin rather than dishin one out, but he'll get used to it. The wet fur on my forearm slid across his back as I rode him like a bull. I could almost feel his organs rearrangin to fit my 10 inch rod.

I groaned as I felt months of sexual tension release in seconds, shooting my seed all through Mike's body. He was mine. And by the looks of it, he enjoyed the ride too. A trail of his cum ran from under his pinned body, to the drain in the middle of the showers.

"You're mine."

I whispered in his ear with a shit eatin grin.

"Now clean this mess up before you dare come back to my dorm."

I pushed off his back to get to my feet. I continued rubbing my cock as I walked away, making ropes of cum cover the showers. I walked right out of the showers and into the locker room, making sure to wink at campus security on the way out. Someone always calls them, and we always get away with it Scott free, so I think they gave up. It just feels good to make people know they're beneath you, and to do it while rubbin one out.

I cleaned up and walked alone to my dorm, sat on my couch, and waited for Mike to come back. After a few minutes, he walked in without a word. He walked over to me and laid in my lap as I turned on football. I smelled his hair, making sure he actually cleaned up like I ordered.

"Good boy." I reassured him while massaging his pecs.

Day 150:

I finally moved our stuff out of my shitty dorm. Mikey's father just decided to pay for our diplomas outright, instead of trying to turn all of our F's into A's.

We moved to L.A. and I fuckin love it here. I just walk around in nothin but a jock, and people love me for it. And there are so many entrepreneurs like me, so much money to be made.

Everyone just calls me handlebars, I can't remember the last time anyone called me my name. Now that I think about it, I don't even remember what it was, but who the fuck cares. I'm handlebars, the life of the party and the best fuck in this city.

[nayziiz]

Shadows | LN4

Summary: [Mafia] In the face of dire financial troubles, Lando receives a desperate plea from his father to unearth a lucrative solution within the family business. Fueled by the pressure to rescue his family from ruin, Lando stumbles upon a seemingly perfect venture—using luxury cars as a facade for the clandestine world of drug trafficking. With the unexpected partnership of Amelia Rossi, his father's best friend's daughter, Lando believes he has found the ideal accomplice. However, as the Norris family collides with the ambitious Russells in a ruthless bid to establish their dominance, the perilous path Lando has chosen places not only his newfound enterprise at stake but also entangles Amelia in the dangerous crossfire that unfolds.

Warning: Violence, drugs, blood, smut, fluff, guns, pregnancy

Pairing: Lando Norris x OC (Amelia Rossi) - appearances from other drivers

Masterlist

Chapter 16

News of Steve and George Russell's arrest sent shockwaves through the underworld and the upper echelons of society alike. The headlines blared the downfall of the notorious crime family, striking fear into the hearts of those who had once cowered under their influence. For Lando, Amelia, and Adam, it was a bittersweet victory, a crucial step in their quest for justice and redemption.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange hue over the skyline of São Paulo, Lando paced the villa's terrace, his mind swirling with a whirlwind of emotions. Steve's arrest marked a significant milestone in their plan to dismantle the Russell empire, but it also brought a heightened sense of urgency to their mission. With the Russells on the defensive, they would stop at nothing to protect their secrets and retaliate against those who had dared to challenge their reign.

Inside the villa, Amelia sat by the window, her fingers tracing the contours of her growing sixteen week old belly as she watched the city come alive with the glow of streetlights and the hum of nightlife. The weight of their situation pressed heavily upon her shoulders, the reality of impending motherhood mingling with the uncertainty of their future. But amidst the chaos, one thing remained constant – her unwavering faith in Lando and their love, a beacon of hope in the darkness that threatened to consume them.

Lando's heart swelled with love and pride as he beheld the sight of Amelia's burgeoning baby bump. It was a tangible reminder of the new life growing within her, a symbol of their shared journey and the unbreakable bond they shared. He approached her with a tender smile, his eyes alight with warmth and affection.

“Hey there, little peanut.” He murmured, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. “How's our little one doing today?”

Amelia looked up at him, her eyes shining with a mixture of joy and anticipation.

“I think peanut's doing just fine. You want to feel?” She replied, reaching out to caress his cheek.

Lando nodded eagerly, crouching down beside her. He pressed his hand against her belly, feeling the subtle movements of their unborn child beneath his fingertips. It was a moment of pure magic, a connection forged in the silent whispers of their shared dreams and hopes for the future.

“I can't believe we're going to be parents. It feels like just yesterday we were kids ourselves.” Lando murmured, his voice filled with wonder.

Amelia smiled, her gaze softening with affection.

“I know.” She agreed, leaning into his touch. “I really want to go home, Lan.”

“I know, baby. Just a few more weeks so we’re sure it’s safe to go back, then we’re on the first flight out.” Lando's words were filled with reassurance, but Amelia couldn't shake the feeling of longing for the familiarity and security of home.

The past months had been filled with uncertainty and danger, and while they had found temporary refuge in their secluded hideaway, it was far from the comfort of their own home.

“I need to have this baby back home.” She admitted softly, her voice tinged with homesickness.

“You will, just a few more weeks.” Lando murmured, wrapping his arms around her in a comforting embrace.

“I miss my Mom, believe it or not.” She sighed, resting her head against his chest.

As the details of her passing unfolded, it became clear that Marilyn, Amelia’s mother, had been in the wrong place at the wrong time when Harold was shot and killed. She had been going about her day, perhaps running errands or attending to her own affairs, when fate cruelly intervened.

“My father said my Nan sent down a whole box of that chocolate you like so much.” Lando informed Amelia, attempting to change the subject.

As Lando attempted to shift the conversation away from the sombre topic of Marilyn's passing, his mention of the chocolate brought a faint smile to Amelia's lips. It was a small gesture, but a welcome distraction from the weight of her recent loss. The thought of indulging in a sweet treat, especially one that held sentimental value, offered a brief respite from the grief that loomed heavy in the air.

As Lando stepped out of the room to make the call, he couldn't shake the sense of unease that had settled in his chest. The distance from home weighed heavily on both him and Amelia, amplifying the usual challenges of pregnancy and adding an extra layer of complexity to their situation. With each passing day, the longing for the familiar comforts of home grew stronger, tugging at their hearts and fueling a deep-seated yearning for the safety and security they had left behind.

With a heavy sigh, Lando dialled his father's number, his mind swirling with a myriad of concerns and uncertainties. He needed guidance, reassurance, anything to ease the burden of responsibility that weighed so heavily upon him. As the call connected, Lando's voice was laced with a hint of apprehension, a reflection of the tumultuous emotions that churned within him.

“Hey, Dad.” He began, his words tinged with a mixture of relief and anxiety. “We need to come home.”

Lando's plea hung heavy in the air as he awaited his father's response, his heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. He knew the risks involved in returning home prematurely, but the thought of Amelia enduring the challenges of pregnancy without the support of family was unbearable to him.

“I understand, son.” Adam's voice resonated through the phone, his tone weighed down by the gravity of their situation. “But we can't afford to take any chances. You know how dangerous it is right now.”

Lando's jaw tightened as he absorbed his father's words, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. He couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness that gnawed at him, knowing that he couldn't provide Amelia with the comfort and reassurance she so desperately needed.

“Dad, she’s pregnant.” Lando insisted, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation. “She needs Mum, and Savannah, and anyone who can just support her through this. Please, Dad. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t absolutely necessary.”

There was a brief moment of silence on the other end of the line, the weight of their conversation hanging heavily between them. Adam's sigh echoed through the phone, a testament to the internal struggle he faced in balancing his desire to protect his family with the undeniable need for support and comfort.

The gravity of the situation weighed heavily in the space between Lando and his father, the urgency in his voice underscoring the importance of his plea. Adam's silence spoke volumes, the weight of his own concerns mirrored in the sombre tone of his response.

“I understand, Lando. I'll arrange for a secure escort to ensure Amelia's safety.” Adam replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of apprehension and determination. "But I need you to promise me that you'll prioritise her safety above all else. There’s a baby to think of now.”

“I promise, Dad. Thank you. It means everything to us.” Lando affirmed, a sense of relief washing over him at the prospect of finally bringing Amelia back home.

As the call ended, Lando felt a sense of resolve settle within him, a renewed determination to do whatever it took to ensure Amelia's well-being.

Lando entered the room, his heart buoyed by the prospect of bringing some relief to Amelia amidst the uncertainty they faced. As he approached her, he found her sitting on the edge of the bed, a mix of anticipation and apprehension etched on her features.

“Hey, baby.” He greeted softly, taking her hands in his as he sat down beside her. “I've got some news.”

“What is it?” Amelia looked up at him, her eyes reflecting a blend of curiosity and concern.

“We're going home. Dad’s making all the arrangements now and he’ll let me know once everything has been sorted.” Lando announced, a flicker of excitement dancing in his eyes. 

“Really?” A wave of relief washed over Amelia, her tense shoulders relaxing as the weight of uncertainty began to lift. 

Lando nodded, a tender smile gracing his lips. Tears welled in Amelia's eyes, a mix of gratitude and overwhelming emotion swelling within her.

“Thank you, Lando. Thank you for everything.” She choked as she tried to hold back her tears.

Wrapping her in a warm embrace, Lando held her close, his heart swelling with love and determination.

As the jet's door swung open, the familiar sights and sounds of London greeted Lando and Amelia, signalling their return to the place they called home. Max Fewtrell, Lando's trusted childhood friend, stood at the ready by the armoured SUV, his expression a mix of relief and anticipation as he awaited their arrival. With practised ease, Lando emerged first, swiftly retrieving their luggage before returning to assist Amelia down the steps of the jet.

Max's eyes widened in surprise as he caught sight of Amelia's unmistakable baby bump, a visible symbol of the new chapter awaiting the couple. His expression softened into a warm smile as he approached, offering a hand to help Amelia onto solid ground once more.

“Welcome back. Looks like I arrived just in time to see the next generation of troublemakers in the making.” Max greeted, his voice laced with genuine warmth and excitement.

“Thanks, Max. Flip, have I missed you.” Amelia chuckled softly, a hint of exhaustion mingling with the overwhelming sense of gratitude flooding her senses.

With Max's help, they made their way to the waiting SUV, ready to embark on the next leg of their journey home. As they settled into the familiar comforts of the vehicle, a sense of hope and anticipation filled the air, a testament to the unwavering bond shared between friends and the promise of new beginnings on the horizon.

As they settled into the SUV, Max couldn't contain his curiosity, prompting him to broach the topic that had been swirling in his mind since he laid eyes on Amelia's baby bump.

“So, a baby?” Max inquired, his tone a mix of surprise and genuine interest.

“Yep, a little surprise that kept our spirits up while we were away.” Lando's smile widened at Max's reaction, a flicker of pride evident in his eyes.

“How far along are you?” Max's eyebrows shot up in amazement.

“Just over sixteen weeks.” Amelia replied, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and tenderness as she glanced at Lando, beaming with impending fatherhood pride in the passenger seat.

“Wow, you two were away for a long time.” Max remarked, a hint of playful teasing in his tone.

“Yeah, yeah. Missed you too, mate. But now that we're back, we've got some catching up to do.” Lando chuckled in response, reaching over to give Max a friendly pat on the shoulder.

“Your parents are going to do somersaults about their new grandbaby.” Max remarked, causing both Lando and Amelia to chuckle in response.

Almost an hour later, Max pulled up in front of the Norris family home and almost instantly, Lando’s family came rushing out from his father, to his mother, to his sisters and brother. Lando got out in a haste to open the back door of the SUV for Amelia to step out.

As Amelia stepped out of the SUV, she was greeted by the enthusiastic embrace of Lando's family. His sisters, in particular, were ecstatic to see her and the baby bump. They showered her with hugs and affection, their excitement palpable as they welcomed her into their home.

“Amelia, you're glowing!” Lando's mother exclaimed, her eyes shimmering with joy at the sight of her son's partner.

“We've been waiting for this moment for so long.” Flo, one of Lando's sisters chimed in, her smile radiant with happiness.

Amelia felt overwhelmed by the warmth and love emanating from Lando's family. Despite the challenges they had faced, being surrounded by such genuine affection filled her with a sense of comfort and belonging. She exchanged grateful smiles with Lando, silently acknowledging that they were exactly where they were meant to be.

“Careful, girls. There’s special cargo in that belly.” Lando’s mother, Cisca, warned her daughter as Adam wrapped his arms around his son and kept him tight against him.

As Lando's family continued to fuss over Amelia and the baby bump, his mother's gentle reminder brought a sense of protective unity to the moment. Cisca's words served as a subtle reminder to everyone that Amelia and the unborn baby were precious cargo, deserving of extra care and consideration.

Adam's embrace around Lando spoke volumes, conveying both love and a silent promise of protection. In that moment, Lando felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for his family's unwavering support. They had been through so much together, and yet, here they were, embracing the future with open arms and loving hearts.

With his father's reassuring presence anchoring him, Lando felt a renewed sense of determination to ensure the safety and well-being of Amelia and their growing family.

“You did a great job, son, keeping her safe.” Adam acknowledged as he whispered into Lando’s ear.

“Thanks, Dad. And, thank you for your help.” Lando told his Dad.

“Amelia, dear, what do you need?” Cisca asked Amelia as she led her into the house.

As Lando and Amelia made their way into the house, the warmth of familiarity enveloped them. The comforting scent of home-cooked food filled the air, triggering a wave of nostalgia and anticipation for the meal ahead. Despite the challenges they had faced during their time away, being back in the familiar embrace of family brought a sense of peace and reassurance.

“Just a hot shower for now.” Amelia chuckled, keeping her exhaustion at bay.

“You do that, sweetie. I have a full roast going at the moment. I assumed you kids haven’t had a real home cooked meal in a while.” Cisca assured Ameli and Lando.

“That sounds lovely, Mum.” Lando smiled. “I’ll take Amelia up and get her settled and we’ll come down for dinner.”

As had become a norm in their relationship, Lando ran the shower allowing it to heat up for her. Amelia caught Lando's gaze lingering on her as she undressed, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Despite the familiarity of their relationship, there was still an undeniable spark between them that never failed to ignite a rush of warmth and affection.

“Not as hot as you thought I’d be pregnant?” She wondered, suddenly self-conscious like she had been all the times he paraded his model ex-flings.

“The exact opposite, actually. You’re beautiful, Amelia.” He assured her and then proceeded to place a loving kiss on her lips.

With a teasing glint in her eyes, Amelia stepped into the shower, feeling the warm water cascade over her skin, washing away the weariness of their journey and leaving her feeling refreshed and invigorated. She closed her eyes, relishing in the sensation, until she felt Lando's presence behind her, his strong arms enveloping her in a gentle embrace.

As he began to massage shampoo into her hair, his touch was tender and intimate, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. She leaned back against him, letting herself melt into his embrace, feeling his heartbeat against her back as they stood together beneath the soothing stream of water.

In that moment, with the comforting sound of the shower filling the room and Lando's reassuring presence surrounding her, Amelia couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude for the man standing beside her. Despite the challenges they had faced, their bond remained unbreakable, a testament to the strength of their connection and the depth of their love. And as she turned to meet his gaze, her heart swelled with a profound sense of contentment, knowing that she was exactly where she was meant to be - finally out of the shadows.

[cantorpike]

Dear Friend,

When I was a teenager, I told my dad I wanted to be an actor. In response, he gave me the only piece of advice he ever offered me—“Learn to play the accordion.” And he was serious. He said, “You can always make a living with an accordion.”

Because I ignored his advice, I never found out if he was right. Instead, I’ve lived 80 creative years pursuing acting and photography, and working as a director and poet.

If I had listened to my father, and hadn’t done any of those things, chances are you wouldn’t have recognized my name and you wouldn’t be reading this. Now that you are, I’d like to ask you to consider what I have to say. I reach out to you as someone who is troubled to see the conflict between Israelis and Palestinians continue apparently without an end in sight.

In fact, there is an end in sight. It’s known as the two-state solution—a secure, democratic Israel as the Jewish State alongside an independent Palestinian state. Even Israel’s nationalist Prime Minister Binyamin Netanyahu, has come to see this as the shape of the future. The problem is how to reach that end point. It’s something we should be concerned about—not only as world citizens, but as Americans.

You might recall the episode in the original Star Trek series called, “Let That Be Your Last Battlefield.” Two men, half black, half white, are the last survivors of their peoples who have been at war with each other for thousands of years, yet the Enterprise crew could find no differences separating these two raging men.

But the antagonists were keenly aware of their differences—one man was white on the right side, the other was black on the right side. And they were prepared to battle to the death to defend the memory of their people who died from the atrocities committed by the other.

The story was a myth, of course, and by invoking it I don’t mean to belittle the very real issues that divide Israelis and Palestinians. What I do mean to suggest is that the time for recriminations is over. Assigning blame over all other priorities is self-defeating. Myth can be a snare. The two sides need our help to evade the snare and search for a way to compromise.

This is the message that Americans for Peace Now seeks to spread. I’m a strong supporter of APN and the work it does. It is a leading voice for Americans who support Israel and know that a negotiated peace will ensure Israel’s security, prosperity, and continued viability as a Jewish and democratic state.

The Middle East is only getting more tumultuous. The upheavals throughout the region show that what happens in the Middle East can’t help but affect us in the United States. This year, we’ve seen oil prices rise sharply and America become involved militarily in Libya. The cost to American lives and our economy continues to rise at a time when unemployment and deficits are sapping our country’s strength.

“If we can solve the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, then that will make it easier for Arab states and the Gulf states to support us when it comes to issues like Iraq and Afghanistan. It will also weaken Iran, which has been using Hamas and Hezbollah as a way to stir up mischief in the region.”

Those are the words of candidate Barack Obama in 2008. And although they’re just as accurate today, time has not stood still.

We’ve also seen a marked increase in violence: a Jewish family was murdered in the West Bank and a woman was killed in a bus bombing in Jerusalem. A rocket attack on southern Israel from the Hamas-controlled Gaza Strip resulted in a school bus being hit and a teen died of his wounds. Israel, in turn, has retaliated. We need strong American leadership now to pivot from the zero-sum mentality of violence to an attitude that focuses on the parties shared interests: security and prosperity.

If you’ve learned something from this letter, I’ve succeeded in my preliminary task. Now I ask for your support to continue APN’s educational efforts in this country—to spread the message that there is a peace solution, and to let Congress and the White House know it’s preferable for America to be part of the solution than to be drawn into another conflict.

There is a sizable number of influential voices in Israel saying the same thing. In April, a group of 50 prominent Israelis, including the former heads of the Mossad (Israel’s CIA), the Shin Bet (its FBI), and the military, issued a call for two states for two nations. Their plan includes a Palestinian state alongside Israel with agreed-upon land swaps. The Palestinian-populated areas of Jerusalem would become the capital of Palestine; the Jewish-populated areas the capital of Israel.

These experts are not naïve. They know that even if the Palestinian pragmatists of Fatah reconcile with Hamas, there will be extremists who will try to sabotage any future peace deal. They know how to deal with violent extremists. These people were entrusted with Israel’s security and are saying that the work they did alone isn’t enough to bring Israel security. We cannot know yet what this unification of Hamas with Fatah means and we have to wait and see what emerges. Regardless, the principle of establishing two independent states, one Jewish and the other Palestinian, is still critical in this region for both Israel and the Palestinian people. That is the goal, to support the rational and moderate course.

Their action plan echoes the 348 senior Israeli reserve army officers and combat soldiers who came together in 1978 to urge their government to sign a peace treaty with Egypt. They formed Shalom Achshav, Israel’s Peace Now movement which APN provides nearly 50 percent of their funding.

Peace Now’s activities and programs—such as Settlement Watch, the ongoing monitoring of settlement construction on the West Bank—keeps peace on the world’s agenda. Peace Now gathers and publishes detailed information on settlements and is widely cited in Israeli and international media as the foremost authority on settlements. Peace Now is likewise well known for mobilizing demonstrations and organizing grassroots pro-peace activities. Innovations include an interactive online map of the settlements, “Facts on the Ground,” also available as an app for iPhone and iPad developed by APN applying Peace Now’s courageous work.

Like those Israelis who issued the peace plan, the members of Peace Now have their boots on the ground. They serve in Israel’s military reserves and see every day what life is like without a negotiated peace with the Palestinians.

That’s why I’m a supporter of APN and Peace Now.

I hope you’ll join me, and lend your voice to the influential and credible peace lobby that exists here as well as in Israel. Please give the tax-deductible contribution you can afford.

Dare I say it? It’s the logical thing to do.

Leonard Nimoy

5/11/2011

[receival]

star trek enterprise, season 1 starters.

the following is a collection of sentence starters from star trek enterprise.

is he dead?

so that’s your diplomatic solution? to do what they tell you?

you’re not going to let them do this, are you?

you have no idea how much i’m restraining myself from knocking you on your ass.

this is no time to be imposing your ethical beliefs.

when your logic doesn’t work, you raise your voice?

i had a feeling their approach wouldn’t sit too well with you.

don’t screw this up.

i don’t think i’m quite ready to have my molecules compressed into a data stream.

they claim it’s safe.

keep your shirt on, (name).

is it me, or does the artificial gravity seem a bit … heavy?

i believe you missed a spot.

think you can handle it?

keep trying, you’ve almost got it.

it’s impossible for me to leave now.

i could order you.

do you really want someone else to do it?

in the meantime, we’re to extend them every courtesy.

is there a problem?

while you may not share our enthusiasm for this mission, i expect you to follow our rules.

if there’s nothing else …

can you prevent it?

when will we speak again?

don’t be concerned with ‘when’.

love what you’ve done with the place.

what you lack biologically, you make up for with your … charming optimism.

be very careful with that.

if you’re going to try to embrace new worlds, you must try to embrace new ideas.

please, no apologies.

what better time to study human beings than when they’re under pressure?

i’ll do the best i can.

you’re upside down, (name).

sightseeing was not one of my assignments.

all work and no play … everyone should get out for a little fun now and then.

you should have started without me.

you have yet to embrace either patience or logic.

with proper discipline, anything’s possible.

perhaps you’d like to go to your quarters and lie down.

i’m sorry, (name), i’m doing the best that i can.

we’re losing power on all decks.

shut up!

there’s someone here.

are you alright?

we have state of the art senses. why the hell didn’t we detect them?

there’s no way you could have anticipated this.

your mission is over.

space is very big, (name).

your reaction to this situation is a perfect example of why your species should remain in its own star system.

get the hell out there and make yourself useful.

i’ve never seen anything quite like it.

did it ever occur to you that i might know what i’m doing?

any luck?

are you sure it’s safe to stand so close to that?

why the hesitation?

i wasn’t authorized to reveal the details of our findings.

i’m not going to harm you. tell me where it is.

are you certain they’re telling the truth.

i don’t know what you’re looking for.

you have a tendency to be … gregarious. i suggest you try to restrain that tendency.

it’s nothing that concerns us.

but first — you should enjoy yourself.

we should get going.

i’ll meet there as soon as you can.

you should learn when to interfere and when not to.

maybe we should get back to where there are more people.

you better be careful.

if you’re thinking of harming me, i’d advise against it.

what are you doing?

you know, under different circumstances i might be flattered by this, but …

that’s … never happened before.

you know i’m not lying to you. now what?

they’re simply soldiers fighting a temporal cold war.

you need to get up here as quickly as you can.

the storm’s getting worse.

the storm’s kicking up too much interference.

i can’t do it.

it shouldn’t take more than a few moments.

you must really be proud of yourself.

you didn’t wasn’t much time, did you?

how long before we get back to (planet / place)?

what happened to, “this is a foolish mission”?

my instincts tell me not to trust them.

there’s too much distortion.

your instincts were right.

i believe we have found what we’re looking for.

they followed us here.

i’m okay, (name).

wouldn’t exactly call this an improvement.

it’s just a little bad weather.

we’re too far away.

if we remain here, they’re going to locate us.

how complicated can it be? up, down, forward, reverse … i’ll figure it out.

it’s illogical to attempt this alone.

never put off ‘till tomorrow.

if anything happens to either of you, i’ll be held responsible.

they have two settings: stun and kill. it would be best not to confuse them.

i really don’t want to have to carry you out of here.

be quiet!

i’ll be right behind you.

i don’t particularly like the way you smell, either!

wait a minute. i think i’ve got something.

i’m only picking up two bio - signs.

turn the ship around. now.

what’s there to interpret?

what the hell is that supposed to mean?

i can’t believe this!

the situation must be analyzed logically.

you’re wasting your time.

it would be unwise to discharge that weapon in this room.

am i supposed to be impressed you know my name?

i was going to let you go.

what you call tricks, we call progress.

sorry, (name). i had no other choice.

i’ll take that as a “thank you”.

let’s hope that’s the last time somebody takes a shot at us.

if i’m going to pull this off, there’s a few things i need to leave behind.

this mission would have failed without your help.

i hope you’re not in a big hurry to get home.

i didn’t realize you spoke slug.

she doesn’t look any better, does she?

i promise to do my best to keep it alive.

he’s gonna make you all better.

we’ve been out here for two weeks, and the only ‘first contact’ we’ve made … is with a dying worm.

shh! hear that? squeaking. something squeaking.

my people don’t share your enthusiasm for exploration.

i know the statistics!

i’ll leave you to your … exploring.

… i’m having trouble sleeping.

the further we are from everyone else, the better.

are you sure it’s not the simulations that are off?

it’s time for a little target practice.

anyone sitting here?

no, please. sit down, sit down.

try the potatoes. they’re delicious.

wasting time seems to be all we’ve been doing. starting to get a little antsy.

we’ve been on the move for two weeks, and we haven’t seen a damn thing.

every moment’s been an adventure for me.

humans are so unpredictable.

it’s good to see you’re enjoying yourself.

how big is it?

doesn’t seem to be moving very fast.

if you insist on allowing your curiosity to dictate your actions.

are those venting ports … or hull breaches?

those look like scorch marks.

if there is anyone home, you can be they know we’re out here.

not everyone chooses to answer the door when they hear a knock.

it would be best to resume our previous course.

maybe they’re in trouble — sick, or something.

is there a problem, (name)?

we’re not breaking in. we’re just going to see if everything’s okay.

there’s gonna be plenty of time to go exploring.

whoever’s on that ship might not want us nosing around.

maybe they could use our help.

sorry to bother you, (name).

it should be exciting.

the environmental suits, they make me a little … claustrophobic.

you talked me into it, remember?

what is it, (name)? is something wrong?

hang on, i’ll come with you.

can’t be too careful, (name).

you’ve seen too many science fiction movies.

is this necessary?

just a precaution.

just our luck.

blood?

whatever it is, it hasn’t been here very long.

(name), where are you going?!

my guess is, they’re coming back.

we should leave.

you’re telling me that we should just leave them there?

your intentions were admirable, (name). but there’s nothing we can do for them now.

i’d never seen that many dead people in one place before.

you have nothing to be ashamed of.

i screamed like a 12 year old girl.

we’re all frightened by unfamiliar things.

you should be grateful that your body of experience doesn’t include rooms full of corpses.

it goes without saying that you’re going to encounter the unexpected.

i shouldn’t have brought her onboard.

what kind of pasta is this? it’s great.

too spicy for you?

they were crewmen. murdered on their own ship.

what’s the matter? the tension bothering you?

must be great, not to let things bother you. no remorse, no guilt.

we don’t know where they came from.

we didn’t even try.

am i the only one who’s having a problem with this?

so we should avoid confrontation at any cost?

you got an answer for everything, don’t you?

we have a code of behavior, and we try to obey it.

it took a few thousand years, but i think we’re starting to get it right.

how were they killed?

care to assist?

could be a laundry list. or instructions on how to conquer the universe.

i’m surprised you’re not familiar with it.

how long before the transceiver’s online?

the quicker we get this done, the quicker we can get back to the ship.

i’m not suited for this.

give it a try, you’ll be fine.

i think i’ve got it!

they’re still not responding.

we’re dead in the water, (name).

i’m afraid we’re stuck here for awhile.

it doesn’t have to be perfect.

i’ll get it all wrong, and i’ll — i’ll just make things worse.

things can’t get much worse.

you’re gonna do just fine here.

how can you eat that stuff?

did you hear about this?

i wonder if someone lives there.

someone may have a claim on it.

i understand that you have a more cautious approach, but i didn’t come out here to tiptoe around.

thanks for choosing me for this mission.

you’d have better luck making friends with a housefly.

i almost forgot what fresh air smelled like.

take a minute to enjoy yourself.

perfect. hold it right there.

you have your assignment. we’ll rendezvous here at 1900 hours.

i’m afraid my log entry isn’t going to do this justice.

don’t worry, i’m not going anywhere.

you’d be lost without me.

sorry. i lost track of time.

glad to see you’re getting into the spirit of things.

when’s the last time you slept under the stars?

this isn’t shore leave. this is a research mission.

research isn’t the only reason we’re out here.

you almost destroyed the ship!

let me guess: no ghost stories where you’re from?

when i was a kid, i’d go camping with my buddies. we’d spend half the night looking up at the stars, wondering what our own sun would look like from this far away.

headache. if it’s alright with you, i’d like to lie down before we get back to work.

nice going, (name). you scared off the bugs.

did you hear that? someone’s out there.

are we allowed to squash alien life - forms?

you want to shoot a bug?

do you require assistance?

we should leave!

where do you propose we go? back out into the storm?

it’s too dangerous. we should go back.

who were they? who were you talking to?

there’s no one here.

we’re apparently not alone.

we’re getting out of here.

why won’t you tell me what’s going on?

i have no reason to deceive you.

you’ve held things back before. you might be doing it again.

this is pointless.

we’re stuck down here for god knows how long, with a bunch of rock people who, for all we know, are staring at us from these walls right now — not to mention a crewman out there who probably won’t last the night.

if we’re gonna get through this, i need to know what the hell’s going on.

you couldn’t care less about him, or any of the rest of us!

your emotions are beginning to effect your judgement.

you’re becoming irrational.

you’ve never seen me irrational.

i’d hate to add to our problems, but we’re running low on water

join me, if you’d like.

sit down. you heard me.

find anything you wanna tell me about?

there’s nothing of scientific interest on this planet. our mission here was a waste of time.

i’ve learned a great deal about human behavior.

i thought you had your emotions all locked up.

having a little problem, are you?

you think we’re gonna wait around here for you to slaughter us?

i’ll blow this whole cave apart if i have to.

i know you hear me!

these wounds should heal nicely.

you don’t understand what’s going on.

put your weapon down, (name). bthat’s an order.

have you been affected?

(name)? you still with me?

listen to me. i’m giving you an order.

what’d you do to him?

i have no idea what you just said, but it didn’t sound very nice.

you’re making a mistake, working with her.

i thought you said he was going to be fine.

i … think it might be too late.

i can’t tell you how sorry i am, (name).

i need to know if they’re going to be dead when we get there in the morning.

can’t afford to have you going out on me.

say one more word of that gibberish, and i’m gonna split you in two!

(name), how long have we known each other?

i’m asking you to trust me now.

this is a major breach of security, but i’m going to have to trust you.

i hope you know the difference between ‘stun’ and ‘kill’.

you didn’t shoot me last night, did you?

i was hoping it was all just a bad dream.

look, i know i kind of shot my mouth off last night…

challenge your preconceptions, or they’ll challenge you.

[celestialvoyeur]

💛💙SPIRK FIC REC💙💛

'A Voice in the Dark’ is one of my favourite fics by @thetimetostrikeislater. It’s an amazing novel length AOS AU fic in which the Enterprise, under the command of Captain Pike and First Officer Spock, respond to a distress signal from the USS Star Marker. They find a single survivor, Lt Kirk, in a lifepod. The only problem…the lifepod is trapped in a pocket of nul-space and they have no way to retrieve him. While they work on a solution they keep an open comm channel to Jim so someone can talk to him and help keep him sane. Since the comm unit needed to be jury-rigged through Spock’s personal computer in his quarters (there’s a sensible reason in the story), the task most often falls to him and they start getting to know one another. This is a stunning story with a great plot! 🥰

[itaerae]

wisteria — prologue

pairing: ricky x fem!reader

synopsis: a dinner party ended in engagement for young ricky and y/n. now their only goal is to get along before the wedding.

word count: 0.3k

warnings: tw ! parties, drinking, and arranged marriage. (not proofread)

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y/n, born the only heir to her father’s franchise, she had a bright future ahead of her. growing up she had everything a child could ever dream of. as a thanks to her parents, she did whatever they asked of her to keep them pleased. that’s why she was now at a dinner party, getting engaged at age eighteen.

“listen up everyone !” your mother’s voiced echoed across the dining hall. “we’ve invited you all to this dinner to formally announce the engagement of my daughter, y/n, and the son of role model enterprise, ricky shen. please give them a warm congratulations !”

you sat in your seat with a stoic expression as you heard the clapping of the guests. you were against this whole ‘marry off your daughter to a rich man’s son’ propaganda, but you did not wish to displease your parents. ricky was starting at you from the other side of the table. you couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but surely he wasn’t interested in you, right ?

as dinner went by, you couldn’t help but dread the whole thing. how on earth would you be able to live with a complete stranger for the rest of your ? what if both your parents wanted heirs ? even worse, what if he wanted a heir ?! just the thought gave you a headache and the feeling of wanting to puke.

you sighed and rubbed your temple. your mind started wandering places, thinking of every possible solution to prevent that from happening.

“hey y/n..” ricky called out for you and you snapped out of your trance. you looked at him and raised your brow, signaling him to continue. “lighten up ! whether you want to marry me or not is no longer our choice, so get used to it.” he winks and hands you a strawberry daiquiri.

you slightly smile at him, still deep in thought. “i guess i have no choice then, cheers.” you and ricky clinked glasses. indeed, he was a nice guy like rumors had it. but you still couldn’t help but wonder if it was just a facade he puts on in front of people.

never mind, it was none of your business how he acted anyway. discarding the thought, you decided to just enjoy the dinner party for now.

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"Mutiny on the Enterprise" review

Novel from 1983 by Robert E. Vardeman (author as well of "The Klingon Gambit"). A short novel, written in the style of one of the episodes. It won't blow your mind, but it's fairly entertaining. Actually, it's better if you haven't read previously "The Klingon Gambit", as otherwise, the similarities in structure between both novels are too much: Kirk loses control of his crew due to alien influences (here because they become mutinous, there because they became capricious) and then has a planetside adventure. Again, Kirk is among the few able to resist the brainwashing, because of his unwavering loyalty to his duty. Though in this occasion, he's joined by Spock (thanks to his Vulcan control) and McCoy (thanks to his power of... grumpiness? I don't really know why McCoy can resist so well against this all-powerful influence, but he's very angry for most of the novel). Anyway, I found this one better than Vardeman's previous attempt.

There are some returning characters from "The Klingon Gambit", most notably, Chief McDonel: a female, even tougher version of Scotty, and a nice departure from the average female character in these novels. The main "villain" (though that definition doesn't really apply to her) has some interesting, well-conceived powers. And the alien life forms that Kirk encounters in the planet are pretty imaginative, and at the same time believable. As for the main trio, Kirk is the most developed character. And you can feel his mounting frustration against a situation quickly spiralling out of control. On the other hand, I think that Spock and McCoy are way too hostile towards each other. Kirk spends a good amount of time chastising them for their constant fights. Though some of their bickering is actually funny.

Spoilers under the cut:

The Enterprise has to bring three ambassadors to mediate in the conflict between planets Ammdon and Jurnamoria. And as usual, one of the ambassadors is a complete jerk (why does the Federation always choose the most unpleasant persons to negotiate?). However, en route to Ammdon, Kirk rescues an alien woman from a derelict ship and brings her aboard.

Kirk soon notices the powerful influence of this woman, called Lorelei, on him and others. Something about the way she speaks, and even her appearance, has a compelling effect on everyone who listens to her. Little by little, disaffection grows among the crew towards their current mission. Everyone seems convinced that, far from bringing peace between the two planets, the Enterprise's arrival will precipitate war. Even Sulu, Uhura, Scotty and Chekov start sabotaging the mission. And Kirk finds himself almost alone, with only Spock and McCoy still obeying his orders.

Everything points out to Lorelei as the instigator of the mutiny. Her species is completely devoted to peace and non-violent solutions. And she, as a Speaker of her race, has the ability to modulate her voice and adapt her discourse to the listener, for maximum effect. Since she's sure that the ambassadors will fail to bring peace, she convinced everyone aboard to hamper the mission. No matter how much Kirk insists that his intentions are also peaceful, she won't believe him. In this way, Lorelei is a good foil for Kirk: both have ultimately the same goal of achieving peace, but Kirk's conviction that a show of force is sometimes necessary against those that desire war, makes their positions irreconcillable.

On top of that, the warp engines, which were already in need of repairs, finally break completely, and the Enterprise is left stranded. Actually, it's heavily implied that it was Scotty himself who sabotaged the engines, in order to follow Lorelei's wishes. Fortunately, they discover a nearby planet, which seems enough technologically advanced to provide repairs. Spock and McCoy beam down to negotiate for the needed materials, but they notice something disquieting about the inhabitants. Neither the humanoids, nor any living creature there, seem capable of communication. And the entire planet reacts against any disturbance. When Spock tries to communicate with one of the aliens through a mind-meld, they're imprisoned. The ambassadors follow suit, when they beam down without authorization.

Aboard the Enterprise, Kirk loses his little authority left when he orders to shoot phasers, to destroy the prison that holds Spock, McCoy and the others (remember, no violence). So the crew maroons him on the planet for being such a bad boy. Down there, Kirk starts realizing what's going on with that place: the entire planet is actually a gigantic living thing, while the apparent creatures are like cells of a body, perfectly synchronized (that's why they don't need the usual ways of communication). Their presence, thus, is understood as something like a cancer, that the planet tries to get rid of. So Kirk approaches the prison, careful to not disturb a single thing, and avoiding tentacles on his way. Since everything is organic, Kirk brings McCoy a hypo to anesthetize... the prison itself. And they're set free. Meanwhile, a redshirt has died in a surprisingly gruesome way, and the ambassadors are also killed for upsetting the planet.

In the final part, Kirk, Spock and McCoy have to fight a battle against the whole crew to regain control of the ship. First, they hijack the shuttle that Lorelei uses to bring repair materials aboard (she's so convincing, that she talked the planet into collaboration). And after that, Kirk makes his way through the hostile ship, for a final confrontation against Lorelei. Once she's imprisoned, her effect over the crew starts diminishing. And Scotty finally gets to repair the damn engines, so the Enterprise can proceed towards Ammdon. Ironically, Lorelei was right all along, and the ship's arrival prompts Ammdon to declare war on Jurnamoria, thinking that the Federation will support them in battle. With all ambassadors dead, what will Kirk do to convince those two, stubborn leaders of the benefits of peace? What will he do indeed, hmmm...? I think the solution is pretty obvious, right?

Spirk Meter: 0/10*. None that I've noticed.

There's perhaps some timid McKirk. McCoy reaches for Kirk's arm in a couple of dangerous situations. And when Lorelei tries to regain the ship, she does so by telling Kirk that "Your Dr. McCoy has been imprisoned". She tries to beam him back to the planet, alone, which makes Kirk abandon the bridge, that he just won back with so much effort, and run to his rescue.

As for Spones, this is McCoy's observation to Kirk, about the two planetary leaders once they've reconciled:

"You're starting to sound like Spock. Those two are in love. Imagine, hating one another for so long, and now, who knows?"

"Yes, Doctor, who knows."

Well, who else has spent the entire novel fighting, and obsessing about every single thing the other says or does...? The irony seems lost to McCoy.

*A 10 in this scale is the most obvious spirk moments in TOS. Think of the back massage, "You make me believe in miracles", or "Amok Time" for example.

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Next up, we have Dr. Hudson's arc. All her stories will switch between present and past.

Prompt: Sacrifice

(Thirteenth story for Angstember 2024 by @ivystoryweaver)

As if in a trance, Dr. Marianne Hudson worked on the solution to the problem. Her eyes were focused on the formula she had created a long time ago. An antidote. A remedy to save the poisoned crew members.

She had tried to forget. Marianne had hoped never to be confronted with this poison or the Romulans again. She had hoped never to have to use her knowledge again. But she had been wrong.

For one thing was the bitter truth. The past caught up with everyone sooner or later. And even the doctor who was now working on the USS Enterprise was not spared. The worst memories came flooding back. But also the memories of a man who had meant everything to her.

"Oh Martin ..."

Tears filled Hudson's eyes, but she quickly wiped them away. She had to keep working. Because she was the only hope for the poisoned men and women.

~

"Landing party, prepare to beam down to the planet."

Dr. Hudson's chest swelled with pride. She had been selected for an extremely important mission and was to help stabilize first contact with a new civilization. And she wasn't the only one to be part of the landing party.

Standing next to her was her fiancé Martin, one of the greatest engineers she knew. There was a wide smile on his lips as he exchanged glances with Marianne. He was also looking forward to the mission.

"Ready."

Several voices rang out and it wasn't long before the small group disappeared in the golden light of the transporter beams.

~

The first few days of the mission, after the ship had left orbit to head for the nearest starbase for repairs, went without complications. Hudson remembered exactly how she had interacted with the local doctors. It had been the greatest success in her history as a Starfleet doctor. Something she had always hoped for.

But nothing good could last forever.

~

When the Romulans invaded the village, no one was prepared. Both the inhabitants of the planet and the crew members tried everything to defend themselves against the attackers, but they were outnumbered.

No one had expected the Romulans to attack. No one had believed that there could be an attack on this side, far too far away from the neutral zone.

Marianne's heart was racing like crazy as she ran through the streets with Martin who kept on firing at the enemy. She was a doctor. She had sworn an oath never to harm anyone! But now she had to defend her life, that of her crew and that of the inhabitants! And in order to that, she would have to shoot at Romulans.

When a female Romulan appeared out of nowhere from behind a tree and took aim at her, Hudson saw her immediately. She knew she should fire at the enemy, but when her finger tried to pull the trigger of the phaser, she froze for a moment.

A moment too long.

"Marianne! Get down!"

The Romulan fired and Martin reacted immediately. He pushed his lover out of the way, but in doing so, he himself was caught in the line of fire.

It was the most terrifying moment of Hudson's entire life. Her greatest fear became reality.

As Martin slowly and agonizingly lost his life in her arms, Marianne screamed and cried louder than ever before. Losing him hurt her more than any wound could have done. And there was one thing she would never forgive herself for.

The moment when she had hesitated.

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Top Five Star Trek ENT Episodes

by Ames

Well, this is going to be a short blogpost, y’all. Sorry for the disappointment, but blame Enterprise! There just weren’t that many episodes that your A Star to Steer Her By hosts really liked – not even enough to fill the image grid above, so guess which ones made it as honorable mentions! Or perhaps it was just that the best of the best really rose to the top in a way that four Trekkies with entirely different tastes could even agree on them. So you’re going to see way more overlap in our favorite episodes than in any Trek series before! Even The Animated Series, which only had twenty-two terrible episodes to choose from!

Star Trek: Enterprise occasionally capitalized on its prequel premise with backstory that expanded the franchise in an interesting way, came up with original science fiction ideas, or just plain caved and gave the audience the fanwank they wanted. Read on below and listen to this week’s podcast episode (jump to 1:32:58 for the series wrap) with bonus picks from guest star Liz for the times that we found most successful from an otherwise mediocre show.

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“Acquisition”: Chris Like in Voyager’s Top Five Eps last year, Chris is getting us started with an entirely fluffy Ferengi episode. We’re actually a little bit disappointed it has made this list because that means there wasn’t anything better to displace it, but that’s not our fault. So just accept that you’re going to fanwank about Ferengi goofiness; squee whenever familiar faces like Jeffrey Combs, Ethan Phillips, and Clint Howard are on screen utterly devouring the scenery; and enjoy the ride.

“Borderland”: Caitlin Speaking of familiar faces, Brent Spiner is back as yet another mad scientist Soong, pressing all the right buttons. How can you not get entirely drawn in by the cocky swagger so reminiscent of Lore? There’s also an Orion slave market (before they ruin the damn Orions in “Bound”) run by the Big Show and that’s just so right. There’s a lot of potential here in the start of this Augments arc, even if the Augments themselves are somehow the least interesting part of it.

“In a Mirror, Darkly”: Chris We could have seen this one coming for years now. Of course the kooky mirror universe episode was going to make Chris’s best list. It’s a screwball concept full of references to make a nerd’s heart swell, lots of overacting from the cast, and a theme song that isn’t “Where My Heart Will Take Me.” The episode also greatly succeeds in finding a way to reward diehard fans with scenes on a Constitution-class starship like in DS9’s “Trials and Tribble-ations,” which Chris also unsurprisingly put on a seasons tops list.

“Observer Effect”: Ames, Caitlin This bottle episode is so successful in its medium that I’m this close to knocking off “Remember Me” as my best example of a bottle episode in a past blogpost. It’s the rare instance of an episode that actually gives the whole cast something to do – even Anthony Montgomery, though we must admit that it’s not as Mayweather that he gets to strut his stuff. I’d call “Observer Effect” a simple premise executed excellently. It may not blow any minds, but it’s just so competent that we had to commend it.

“Dead Stop”: Caitlin, Jake Another fairly simple premise executed well comes early in season two, with a rare example of something truly original to come out of Enterprise. The concept of the nefarious autonomous repair station is just so compelling and creepy, and the tension builds throughout the episode when we start to see that the crew’s desperation to fix the ship is used against them. Roxann Dawson as the inhuman and apathetic voice of the repair station just adds to its success.

“Twilight”: Ames, Jake Is “Twilight” a little bit “Yesterday’s Enterprise”? Sure, but that’s actually a good thing in this case because Archer’s alternate future is a new twist on the trope with a really clever solution to negate the issue and get the timeline back on track. And I’m just such a sucker for a memory loss story because it’s so tragic and fascinating to see caregiver T’Pol have to explain to an amnesiac Archer that Earth was destroyed. Daily. Only for him to forget everything the following morning. What a heart-breaking life.

“Carbon Creek”: Ames, Chris, Jake Another with the blessings of the full crew complement here at SSHB is the fable that T’Pol tells about her second foremother’s historic first contact with humans. Zephram, eat your heart out. It’s just such a clever little story about Vulcans living outside their element, having the occasional fish-out-of-water experience with Earth culture, and coming to understand humans a little more. And how can you not ship Mestral and Maggie a little bit?

“Similitude”: Ames, Caitlin, Chris, Jake It’s a tie for the best episode of the series, with a trio of episodes that fully swept the SSHB hosts’ choices. Let’s start it off with the really cool concept of a clone with a fifteen-day life cycle. Unlike in something like “Cogenitor” over on the bad list of the series, it’s clear in this episode that you’re meant to sympathize with Sim and understand that Archer and Phlox are doing something utterly unethical because of their circumstances. And damn, does Connor Trinneer rock this episode!

“Shuttlepod One”: Ames, Caitlin, Chris, Jake Last but definitely not least is another bottle episode, showing you just why less is more. It’s such a simple character study of how Trip and Reed each handle catastrophe while freezing their asses off on a shuttlepod lightyears away from anything. It’s also another actor showcase for Dominic Keating and Connor Trinneer, who add so much nuance to two characters dealing with hope and  hopelessness.

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See also: our Bottom Five Star Trek Enterprise Episodes list. And if you want more: here’re all the past seasonal tops and bottoms from seasons 1, 2, 3, and 4!

For those of you keeping count, that’s only nine episodes among four hosts. And two with full sweeps! And thus we close the history book on Enterprise and start voyaging past the classic Trek era. We’ve got more Trek series on the way soon on the podcast, so make sure you’re listening along on SoundCloud or wherever you get your podcasts. And keep your eyes here for our highly awaited Enterprise fanfics next week!  You can also hail us on Facebook and Twitter, and we’ll see you on Risa!

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Shadows | LN4

Summary: [Mafia] In the face of dire financial troubles, Lando receives a desperate plea from his father to unearth a lucrative solution within the family business. Fueled by the pressure to rescue his family from ruin, Lando stumbles upon a seemingly perfect venture—using luxury cars as a facade for the clandestine world of drug trafficking. With the unexpected partnership of Amelia Rossi, his father's best friend's daughter, Lando believes he has found the ideal accomplice. However, as the Norris family collides with the ambitious Russells in a ruthless bid to establish their dominance, the perilous path Lando has chosen places not only his newfound enterprise at stake but also entangles Amelia in the dangerous crossfire that unfolds.

Warning: Violence, drugs, blood, smut, fluff, guns

Pairing: Lando Norris x OC (Amelia Rossi) - appearances from other drivers

Masterlist

Chapter 9

Amelia's longing for Lando consumed her thoughts day and night, leaving her restless and unsettled. For weeks, she grappled with the dilemma of how to extricate herself from her relationship with Charles, knowing that her heart belonged to someone else. Each passing day only intensified her desire to be with Lando, overshadowing any semblance of contentment she had found with Charles.

Finally, after much deliberation and inner turmoil, Amelia mustered the courage to confront Charles and bring an end to their relationship. She approached the conversation with trepidation, fearing the pain she would inevitably inflict upon him. Yet, she knew that prolonging the inevitable would only cause further anguish for both of them.

With a heavy heart, Amelia explained her feelings to Charles, expressing her deepest regrets for not being able to reciprocate the love and devotion he had shown her. To her surprise, Charles received her words with a sense of understanding and grace, accepting her decision with a quiet resignation.

"It's clear that things haven't been right between us for some time," Charles conceded, his tone tinged with a hint of sadness. "I've always known that there was something holding you back, something you couldn't quite put into words."

Amelia felt a pang of guilt at the pain she saw reflected in Charles's eyes, knowing that she was the cause of his heartache. Yet, she also felt a sense of relief at having finally freed herself from the constraints of a relationship that could never fulfil her deepest desires.

Amelia's heart raced as she contemplated the forthcoming conversation with Lando. She knew that she couldn't keep the truth hidden any longer, not from him. The weight of George's blackmail hung heavy on her shoulders, a burden she could no longer bear alone. Lando deserved to know the full extent of the turmoil that had plagued her, to understand the reasons behind her actions and the sacrifices she had made.

Summoning every ounce of courage she possessed, Amelia resolved to lay bare her soul to Lando, to reveal the depth of her feelings and the truth of her circumstances. She knew it wouldn't be easy, that the words would likely catch in her throat and her voice would tremble with emotion, but she was determined to face him with honesty and transparency.

As the rain pelted down relentlessly, turning the world outside into a blur of grey, Amelia's car sputtered to a stop on the side of the deserted road. The sudden jolt as the engine died left her heart pounding in her chest, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of her stomach. With a frustrated sigh, she glanced out the window, only to find the rain coming down in sheets, obscuring her view of the road ahead.

For a moment, she sat there, frozen in disbelief, the reality of her situation sinking in. She was stranded in the middle of nowhere, with no one in sight to offer assistance. The realisation sent a shiver down her spine, a wave of panic threatening to overwhelm her.

But then, with a steely determination, she pushed aside her fear and set to work. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed the flashlight from the glove compartment and stepped out into the pounding rain. The cold water soaked through her clothes, plastering her hair to her skin and sending shivers down her spine, but she refused to let it deter her.

With nimble fingers, she popped open the trunk and retrieved the spare tire and the jack, her hands shaking with cold and adrenaline. She struggled to loosen the lug nuts, her fingers slipping on the wet metal, but she refused to give up. With each grunt of effort, each strained tug, she felt a surge of satisfaction, a sense of empowerment coursing through her veins.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she managed to loosen the last lug nut and remove the flat tire. With trembling hands, she positioned the spare tire in place and began to tighten the lug nuts, her movements slow and deliberate despite the pounding rain and the chill that seeped into her bones.

At last, the tire was secure, and she lowered the car back down to the ground. Breathing a sigh of relief, she stepped back and surveyed her handiwork, a sense of pride swelling in her chest. Despite the odds, she had managed to change the tire all by herself, a feat she had never thought herself capable of.

With a weary smile, she climbed back into the car, her clothes clinging to her skin and her hair dripping with rainwater. She turned the key in the ignition, half expecting the engine to protest, but to her relief, it roared to life without hesitation. With a sense of triumph, she pulled back onto the road and continued on her journey towards the Norris estate.

As the windshield wipers struggled to keep up with the downpour, Amelia's vision blurred not just from the rain but from her tears streaming down her face. Each droplet on the glass seemed to mirror the turmoil in her heart, a tumultuous mix of regret, fear, and longing.

She couldn't shake the feeling of dread that gnawed at her insides, the fear that she had irreparably damaged her relationship with Lando. With every passing mile, her doubts grew, each mile marker a reminder of the distance that now seemed to stretch between them.

Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, a whirlwind of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. She replayed their last encounter in her mind, the pain in his eyes, the hurt in his voice. She wished she could take it all back, erase the words that had driven him away, but she knew that was impossible.

All she could do now was hope, hope that he could find it in his heart to forgive her, to understand the choices she had made, to see past the mistakes she had made and remember the bond they shared. She knew it wouldn't be easy, knew that trust once broken was not easily mended, but she was willing to do whatever it took to make things right.

Amelia's hands trembled as she dialled the familiar code for security, her heart pounding in her chest with each press of the buttons. The rain continued to pelt down on the roof of her car, adding to the sense of urgency that fueled her every movement. She couldn't shake the feeling of desperation that gripped her, the need to find Lando and set things right between them.

After what felt like an eternity, the gates swung open, and she drove through, her tires splashing through puddles as she made her way up the winding driveway. The estate loomed before her, grand and imposing, a silent witness to the drama unfolding within its walls.

As she parked in front of the imposing front doors, her hands shook as she reached for the handle, her fingers numb with cold and fear. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead, before stepping out into the pouring rain.

The security guards, ever vigilant, approached her as she made her way to the door, their expressions unreadable behind their rain-soaked uniforms. She gave them her name, her voice barely above a whisper, and watched as they exchanged a knowing look before asking her to wait.

“Mr Norris, Miss Rossi is outside.” One of the two security guards called Lando.

Lando's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Amelia's name. He had been lost in thought, his mind consumed with thoughts of her, when the security guard's voice broke through his reverie.

“Amelia?” He repeated, his voice barely above a whisper, disbelief colouring his words.

“Yes, sir.” The guard confirmed, his tone neutral but tinged with a hint of curiosity.

Lando's mind raced as he processed the news. He hadn't seen Amelia in weeks, not since their last encounter at Carlos Sainz SR's birthday party. And now, here she was, outside his family home, seeking him out.

“Let her in.” He instructed, his voice steady despite the turmoil churning within him.

The security guard nodded in acknowledgment at Amelia signalling for her to continue towards the front porch of the house. With a heavy heart, she made her way up the steps to the front door, the rain soaking through her clothes as she went. Each step felt like a weight upon her shoulders, a burden she could scarcely bear. But she pressed on, driven by a determination that bordered on desperation. She could feel the eyes of the security guards on her back, their silent scrutiny weighing heavily upon her. But she pushed aside her doubts and fears, her resolve hardening with each passing second.

As Amelia approached the front door, she couldn't shake the feeling of nervousness that gnawed at her insides. Her heart raced in her chest, and her palms felt clammy against the fabric of her coat. She could hardly believe she was here, standing on the doorstep of Lando's family home, about to face him after weeks of uncertainty and turmoil.

The door swung open before her, revealing Lando standing on the threshold. Despite her dishevelled appearance, she couldn't help but notice the concern etched into his features as he took in her bedraggled state.

“Amelia.” He breathed, his voice a mixture of surprise and relief.

“Lando.” She replied, her voice trembling slightly as she met his gaze.

“What happened? Are you OK?” He immediately asked, assessing her physical state and well-being.

“I... I had a flat on the way here and it started raining.” She explained, her teeth chattering as she spoke.

“Fuck, get inside. Let's warm you up before you catch a cold.” He insisted as she stepped aside to let her in and be enveloped by the house’s familiar warmth.

Lando took her up to his room where the fireplace crackled. Lando watched her closely, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. It was unlike Amelia to be so quiet and reserved, especially in his presence. Usually, she exuded confidence and vitality, her presence filling the room with energy. But tonight, she seemed weighed down by something, her usually vibrant demeanour dimmed by the events of the day.

He took a seat beside her on the plush sofa, leaving a respectful distance between them, yet close enough to offer his support if needed. He studied her features intently, noting the exhaustion etched into the lines of her face and the weariness in her eyes. It was clear that she had been through a lot, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her.

“Are you okay?” He asked softly, his voice gentle as he broke the silence that hung between them.

Amelia's gaze met his, and for a moment, she seemed to waver, as if debating whether to confide in him. But then, with a sigh, she shook her head, the weight of her emotions evident in the gesture.

“I don't know.”  She admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Today has been... a lot.”

Lando nodded understandingly, his gaze softening as he reached out to gently squeeze her hand in a gesture of comfort.

“You'll need to shower to clean up.” Lando suggested as his eyes swept over her again. “Staying in wet clothes will just make you sick.”

Amelia nodded silently, grateful for the suggestion. She knew she must have looked like a mess after struggling with the flat tire in the rain.

Lando couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity wash over him. This routine, of taking care of Amelia in times of need, felt almost second nature to him. He ran the water, adjusting the temperature to ensure it was just right, all the while lost in thought.

Amelia began to undress, peeling off the wet and muddy layers of clothing that clung uncomfortably to her skin. The sound of the running water served as a soothing backdrop to her thoughts, offering a momentary respite from the events of the day.

Stepping into the shower, she let the warm water wash over her, cleansing away not just the physical grime but also the emotional weight that had settled on her shoulders. With each drop that fell, she felt a sense of renewal, a fresh start beckoning on the horizon.

On the other side of the frosted glass door, Lando remained respectful of her privacy, keeping his eyes from her body and allowing her space to cleanse both body and mind. He retrieved a fresh set of clothes from his room, selecting items he knew would offer her comfort and warmth.

Returning to the bathroom, he left the clothes on the counter, a silent gesture of care and consideration. He lingered for a moment, his gaze lingering on the closed shower door, before retreating back to his room, giving her the time and space she needed.

The warm water cascading down from the showerhead felt like a soothing balm against her tired muscles and weary soul. As she washed away the mud and rainwater, she couldn't help but let her thoughts drift back to the events of the day. The confrontation with George, the emotional turmoil of ending things with Charles, and now, seeking solace in Lando's comforting presence.

Despite the chaos swirling around her, there was a sense of peace to be found in Lando's home, in his room, in his kindness. She couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for his unwavering support, especially in her moments of vulnerability.

Once she had finished showering and dried off, Amelia emerged from the bathroom feeling somewhat refreshed and rejuvenated. She found Lando waiting for her in the bedroom by the fireplace. She looked refreshed and revitalised, a shadow of the weary figure who had entered the bathroom not long before.

Their eyes met briefly, a silent exchange of understanding and gratitude passing between them. Lando offered her a gentle smile, wordlessly acknowledging the strength and resilience she had shown in the face of adversity.

“Feeling better?” Lando asked nervously, careful not to overstep any boundaries or trigger any trauma.

“Yeah. Thank you.” She murmured softly, her voice tinged with gratitude as she approached him. Lando offered her a warm smile in return, his eyes reflecting genuine concern and compassion.

“Anytime.” He replied simply, his tone sincere as he gestured towards the seat on the sofa next to him.

Amelia nodded, a small but genuine expression of gratitude as she sank into the comfort of the sofa by the fireplace. With Lando by her side, she knew she could weather any storm, finding solace in the unwavering support he offered.

As they settled into a comfortable silence, the crackling of the fire providing a soothing backdrop, Amelia allowed herself to relax, the tension of the day slowly melting away.

“You probably hate me.” Amelia eventually spoke, breaking the silence and tension in the room.

“I could never hate you.” Lando assured her as he turned to look at her instead of the crackling fire in front of him.

Amelia's voice wavered slightly as she responded to Lando's words, a mixture of relief and vulnerability evident in her tone. She couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze, her eyes fixed on the flickering flames of the fire instead. She swallowed heavily before offering the explanation for her actions.

“There's a video.” Amelia started, unsure how to broach the conversation.

“What video?” Lando asked, confused.

“Of you and me having sex in your club's office.” She explained, her voice shaking.

Amelia's words hung heavy in the air, the weight of their implications settling over them like a suffocating blanket. Lando's expression shifted from confusion to disbelief, his features contorted with a mixture of shock and anger.

“How is that even possible? Who would do something like that?" He demanded, his voice laced with incredulity.

Amelia's gaze faltered under the intensity of his scrutiny, the weight of her guilt pressing down on her like a crushing weight.

“It's George. He's been blackmailing me, threatening to release the video if I don't comply with his demands.” She admitted, her voice barely audible above the crackling of the fire.

Lando's jaw clenched with fury at the revelation, his hands balling into fists at his sides. The mere thought of someone exploiting their most intimate moments for personal gain filled him with a sense of righteous indignation.

“That son of a bitch.” He growled, his voice low and menacing. “I swear, if I ever get my hands on him…”

Amelia reached out and placed a gentle hand on his arm, her touch a silent plea for restraint.

“Please, Lando.” She implored, her voice tinged with desperation. Lando's expression softened at her words, the fire in his eyes giving way to a deep well of compassion and understanding.

“That's why... that's why you were so adamant about not pursuing anything.” Lando suddenly realised.

“And, I know I hurt you with the stuff I said. I'm so sorry, I should have told you.” Amelia admitted, shame and guilt swirling in her chest.

“I understand. And, I forgive you, Amelia. You don't have to apologise. None of this is your fault.” He replied, his voice gentle and reassuring. “Why did you decide to tell me?”

“Because nothing made sense anymore. I couldn't be without you, Lan.” Amelia conceded, her deepest feelings coming to the forefront.

“Ah, Milly.” He whispered and brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch a tender caress against her skin.

“I am so sorry, Lan. I'm sorry I hurt you.” She continued, the tears threatening to spill from her eyes once again.

“It's fine, baby. All that matters is you're here now.” He assured her as he wiped a tear from her cheek.

Lando kissed her temple and then her forehead and then eventually her lips before pulling her into his lap and wrapping his arms around her.

“I didn't know what to do, Lan. I just wanted to protect you.” She further explained as she leaned against him, appreciating his warmth and comfort.

“I know, baby, I know. But you're where you belong. You're safe here. We'll worry about this in the morning, but right now, you need to eat something and get warmed up.” Lando suggested, rubbing circles into her back.

“You've always been so good to me.” Amelia murmured, her voice soft and filled with emotion.

“I do it because I love you.” Lando replied, his own voice equally tender. Amelia looked up at him, her eyes searching his eyes for reassurance.

“Say it again.” She whispered.

“I love you, Amelia Marie Rossi.” Lando said, his voice unwavering as he spoke the words that meant everything to him. A smile tugged at the corners of Amelia's lips, her heart swelling with affection.

“I love you, Lando Norris.” She declared, her voice filled with conviction.

“Yeah, I know.” Lando replied, a playful grin spreading across his face as he leaned in to kiss her gently on the forehead.

Their laughter mingled with the crackling of the fire as Amelia leaned in to kiss Lando again. The touch of their lips ignited a warmth that spread through them both, dissolving any lingering tension or uncertainty. In that moment, all that mattered was the love they shared.

“And, I will love you for the rest of my life if you'd let me.” Lando added, his signature grin not wavering.

“You say all the right things.” Amelia giggled as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again.