#Is it fun enough for me to sacrifice an hour of sleep???

[thetinyspinosaurus]

I really have reached the age where I contemplate if a fun activity is truly worth waking up early for. 

[patheticdarling]

Her Sacrifice

Summary: The assassins had no such luck finding Prince Aemond but what were they to do when they stumbled upon the beloved wife of King Aegon instead? Her belly swollen with his heir.

Warnings: Blood & Cheese/murder/gore & blood/cursing/threats/blades/pregnancy/kidnapping/funeral/incest (reader is helaena's older twin)

Word Count: 2236

"The other lords will be accompanying me for a drink in the Throne Room. Shall you join us, Wife?" Aegon asked, a slightly eager smile on his face, anticipating your agreement.

You sighed as you began to undo the braids in your hair, "The hour is late, Husband. I must rest."

Aegon pouted, "Just a cup! We've attended to our royal duties all day, have we not earned a bit of respite?"

"Respite is what I shall get with a good night's sleep. Not drinking until sunrise with you and your comrades," you teased. You stood from seat at your vanity, walking over and placing Aegon's hand on your growing bump, "Besides, do you not wish for our babe to be born healthy? So that they may grow into formidable dragon riders like their parents."

He smiled softly at your belly before kissing it sweetly, "You make a good point, my dear. Mayhaps I should stay in with you."

You shook your head, smiling down at him, "Do not let me stop your fun. You are right. The King deserves his respite. Besides there may not be many more nights where we get to enjoy ourselves," motioning to your bump.

"You are going to make a wonderful mother," Aegon stood from his seat, "I shall allow you to enjoy your last moments of rest then." He planted a soft kiss on your lips, "I love you, Y/N."

You stroked his hair, "I love you, Aegon."

Aegon kissed you once more before giving your belly a playful squeeze and disappearing from your chambers. You summoned one of your ladies to help you finish getting ready for bed. Thanking her as you got yourself comfortable between the silk sheets of you and Aegon's bed. Finally bidding her good night as she blew out most of the candles, leaving a few on for Aegon's drunken return.

You could not be sure of the hour when you heard your chamber doors creak open followed by the shuffling of feet. You did not even bother opening your eyes, assuming you'd feel the bed indent as Aegon stumbled towards it.

"Back so soon?" you teased, "I was only being half serious about the sunset-"

Suddenly, a large hand clamped over your mouth. Your eyes shot open as two men loomed over you. You screamed and panicked as the larger man used his other arm to keep you pinned to the bed.

"Quiet!" the smaller man pulled a blade out, pressing it to your throat, "Unless you want me to bleed you like a pig."

You nodded, terrified of what these men could do, "W-Who are you? What do you want?"

"Its not our wants you should be concerned with, Your Grace."

"Who sent you? What do y-you want from me?" your voice shook.

"A life is owed. It wasn't supposed to be you. A son for a son we were told," the smaller man shrugged, "But it seems Prince Aemond isn't in the castle tonight."

Of course, you thought. This was about Lucerys. Your younger brother had taken the boy's life and that was a deed that could not go unpunished. You knew how deeply your eldest sister loved all of her children. The loss of one would be devastating. Taking Aemond's life made sense. But taking yours? And the life of your unborn child? That was not in Rhaenyra's nature. This was plotted by someone far more sinister and dark.

"My uncle sent you, didn't he?" you spoke up. They both sent stares to the other, "Daemon Targaryen. He sent you to kill one of us."

The large man scoffed, "Aren't you a smart one?"

"Shame those smarts won't do you any good now, will they?" the smaller one mocked.

"Please," you tried to beg, "Do not do this. No good will-" The large hand came down on your mouth again.

"That's enough," he grunted before turning back to the smaller man, "I'll hold her down and you cut."

Your blood ran cold at his words. Not only were they going to kill you but they were going to tortuously cut out your unborn child. They both yanked you further down the bed until you were flat on your back. You tried to kick, scream, bite, thrash as much as you could but the man proved to have almost inhuman strength. The smaller man raised his blade, that same sadistic grin plastered on his face before he began to dig it into the lower part of your abdomen.

White hot pain seared through your body as he continued to slice into you. Your vision was blurred with tears and you could have sworn your throat was raw from your cries. Though the pain was so intense that you could not process the sounds that might have been leaving you. Warm blood pooled all around you, the once ivory sheets now a deep crimson. One last gasp left you as they pulled your child from your body.

Suddenly you had remembered your mother telling you about the pains of childbirth when you first married Aegon and all anyone could talk about was you producing his heirs. She had a rather negative approach that utterly terrified you. So, you decided to find comfort in Rhaenyra's advice instead.

"I will not withhold the truth from you, it truly is the most excruciating pain a woman must go through."

You groaned, "That is not what I had wished to hear, Sister."

"You did not let me finish. The process is hard, yes. And you will feel the urge to curse the Gods or even your husband and swear to never bear anymore children," you both laughed, "But the moment you hear those sweet cries and your babe is placed upon your chest, the pain is forgotten. And nothing has ever seemed so worth it. Then you will know, right then and there, that you would do it all over again if it meant you could finally find that purest form of love."

And yet, you would never discover that beautiful feeling your sister had painted so clearly. The room was almost eerily silent besides the dripping of blood onto the stone floor.

"What do you know?" the man panted as he held your lifeless infant, "A son. Congratulations, my Queen."

You could not speak as you felt your body numb itself. Tears falling with no cries as they stuffed your son's body into a sack. It was as if you could feel your heart shatter. The men finished their sinister act before fleeing through a secret passageway. You tried little to fight the heaviness in your eyes. Perhaps this was all a horrible dream and if you shut your eyes, you'd open them to find yourself in bed with Aegon's arms wrapped securely around your belly. The last thing you could muster was a small smile at the sentimental image as your vision faded out completely.

"Sister?" Helaena called out into your bed chamber, "I did not wish to wake you but Aegon is being so loud and I cannot sleep with him-" Her voice caught in her throat at the sight of your mangled body lying on the bed. Your figure lifeless and your eyes vacant as you stared at the canopy. She approached your body, a shaky hand reaching out to touch your face to be met with utter stillness. Helaena backed out of the room slowly, tears flowing down her cheeks before sprinting to find some sort of help. As if anyone could undo what had already been done.

"I-I don't know what happened. I came in and she...she was..." Helaena's voice cracked with sobs as various people filed into the royal bed chamber; the Kingsguard, the Dowager Queen, the Hand, and lastly, your husband.

They all stopped at the sight before them, their eyes welling with tears and their stomachs churning. The Dowager Queen let out a heavy sob as all their attention turned to the King. Aegon approached your body cautiously.

He fell to his knees, his hands cradling your bloodied face as he sobbed, "My wife, my dearest-"

Nobody dared say a word as Aegon mourned over you. His sobs heavy with grief as he called out your name over and over again. The Queen Mother clutching Helaena's arm as they cried with him. The Kingsguard hanging their heads low in shame at their failure to protect their Queen. Otto Hightower, known to be quick with his word, said nothing.

The council meeting that followed was one full of dread and grief. Most of the council mourned, the Hand schemed, and the King could do not but curse the Gods and swear revenge.

"Your Grace, perhaps we should speak of the funeral arrangements for the Queen-"

"No," Aegon was quick to stop the Hand, who raised a brow at his grandson's denial, "I will not have my wife's body dragged through the streets like a dog!"

"Not dragged, honored!" Otto corrected him before lowering his tone as he spoke to the King, "Y/N was my granddaughter and I loved her. She deserves the funeral of a Targaryen princess, a Targaryen queen. The small folk wish to mourn their Queen and the heir she carried. And they need to know who is responsible for this."

Aegon's face twisted in disbelief, "How could they not already know?! Who else would do this save the bitch queen of bastards?!"

"We must know for certain, Your Grace," Lord Jasper suggested, "If it was not your sister, this may prove to be an even bigger threat to the crown, to you, my King."

Aegon scoffed, "I do not care what threatens me. My wife is dead. And my child," he stifled a sob, "That cunt did this, I know it. Her and her kingdom of traitorous bastards will burn for it."

Before anyone could speak, the doors of the council chamber opened as Lord Larys entered. He bowed meekly as all eyes turned to him.

"My lords, Your Grace," he greeted the council.

All stood still, "State your purpose, Lord Larys," the Hand spoke.

"We have apprehended one of the assailants. A gold cloak, known for his brutal nature. The guards caught him fleeing the Gate of Gods. He carried the child's body in a sack."

The King hardly wasted any time, stomping over to the doors, "I shall kill him myself."

"We might retrieve further information about who is to blame for this tragedy after questioning," Ser Criston stopped Aegon from leaving as Otto spoke, "I trust in your skill set, Lord Larys."

The Strong Lord bowed before exiting the room. All eyes turned once again to the King and his Hand.

"We will hold the service for both the child and mother-"

"I said no," Aegon grunted, "My wife and child will not be put on display for the Realm."

"Your Grace, we might use this to our advantage in the war you wish to march into. Your people need to know the depravity that Rhaenyra is capable of. The great houses of Westeros will see that she is not fit to rule given her cruel nature. They will flock to your side and with them, their armies and bannermen."

Aegon continued to shake his head. He could not just let them see you or your child like that. They did not deserve it.

"Mother," he turned to the Dowager Queen for support.

Alicent approached Aegon's chair, "The Hand sets on a difficult path, my darling, but it might be the right one."

The King could not muster anymore fight, "Have the Silent Sisters prepare the Queen and child for their journey. Behind them will be Princess Helaena and the Queen Mother."

"No, I do not wish to be a spectacle," Alicent argued but her father would not hear it.

Your husband visited your body as the Silent Sisters began to prepare it. They had cleaned the mess and dressed you in one of your favorite dresses, the emerald color complimenting your skin and hair.

"Your Grace, it is ill-fated to look upon the face of death," Maester Orwyle warned.

"That is not the face of death, Maester. That is my wife," Aegon spoke, "Leave me with her."

Maester Orwyle and the Silent Sisters bowed before leaving the King with your body. He softly stroked the hair from your face as he broke into sobs once again.

"I am so sorry, my love," he cried, "I-I should have been there to protect you. And our son." Maester Orwyle had informed His Grace that the child you carried was a prince, a perfect heir, "You truly would have been the most wonderful mother. You were already a perfect wife and Queen. Motherhood would have come naturally."

Aegon recounted how well you did with Rhaenyra's last two babies, the ones she had with his uncle Daemon. As much as he did not care for his half-sister, he knew you did. Always quick to defend her, even against your own family. So, he was forced to ask himself, how could she do this to you? To your child?

"They will pay for what they have done," your husband muttered to you, "I will win this war. I will win it for our child. I will win it for you. With fire and blood. Your sacrifice will not be for naught, my Queen."

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Mike x reader, with reader who works long hours during the daytime and Mike working at night which results in them barely having time to see eachother besides from dinner and bedtime

oh, you wanted angst fr 🥲 i think it could go either way, but honestly angst is what stood out to me first. i’m going to make this sadder too, just because i can 💜

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pairing: mike schmidt x blackfem!reader summary: y/n and mike find their relationship at a dead end. wc: 2.3k tags: angst, pain, prescription drug mentions, fluff and cuteness in the beginning but not for long. mdni. part 2 here: 🏳️

all i can think ab is the unbearable pain that replaces the love in your hearts as time goes on.

you’ve been together for half a year. things were fun at first, but once you decide to move in to help with abby, you start to see the cracks in the foundation.

in this one, reader works two jobs (bc let’s face it, this is unfortunately realistic); teaching from 9-4 and cashiering from 5-8:30. mike doesn’t want you working two jobs and you didn’t want to, but you knew that your salaries combined wouldn’t keep you afloat. abby’s school is expensive, and so is everything else in life. the extra money you get from cashiering gives you guys flexibility. 

every morning at 6:30, monday to friday, you wake up alone. even though you know it’ll probably be empty, you still reach your arm over to run it over mike’s side. it’s always cold and flat, completely untouched. 

you brush this off at first; it's one of the things that comes with him working overnight and you know he needs this job so that he can keep abby. you want that for him and know that love is sacrifice. 

you wake abby up and start getting her ready in between fixing yourself up; brushing her teeth while you brush yours, letting her get a few more minutes of sleep in while you throw on your clothes, guiding her through packing her bag while you make breakfast. by that time, closer to 7:30, mike is finally walking into the house. 

his eyes are hooded and surrounded by dark bags and you can tell he's exhausted from the way he hangs his things up lethargically. he kisses abby, who's running around collecting things, on the head, then ambles over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing along your neck. 

they're soft, gentle actions that make you forget about not being able to do things like this at night. it doesn't matter when you have mornings with him, even if it's only 30 minutes before you have to go. you giggle and reach a hand up to his cheek, kissing him on his other one. 

"missed you," you whisper.

"missed you too," he mumbles back, planting a kiss on your lips before stalking away to ask abby something. 

you all eat breakfast together, and then you're slipping abby's coat over her shoulders before you put on your own. you usher her to the car and give mike one last kiss before you leave, a deep one that you hope he feels all day. when you pull away, you can see the affection sparkling in his eyes, low and tired but expressive nonetheless. 

"i love you," he whispers, his sleepiness masquerading as love-drunkeness. 

"i love you, mike. get some rest, okay?" 

you drop abby off, wishing her well, before you're alone for the next 12 hours. it often drags. at your teaching job, you feel as if it's just passing you buy in waves, everything whizzing past you at light speed. you're aware that you're in front of the kids, but then you just blackout. you're thrown into autopilot, and you do this over and over until your lunch break at 1. you text mike to pass the time.

sometimes it's something silly, like "god i do not get paid enough" or "a kid just ate glue /: send help", to which mike will respond "😂😂😂" or "lol you deserve millions (:". he makes you laugh, and it's enough to help you push through the end of the day. 

he picks up abby from school, asking her all about her day and what she wants for dinner. he'll text you what she says so you know what to expect when you get home, like "meatloaf 🍖🍞 (:" or "chicken alfredo 0: fancy". 

for you, transitioning from teaching to customer service was easy; all you had to do was maintain that same autopilot: smile on, eyes alert, prepared for anything. no one suspected a thing when you could keep up and answer their questions. 

mike helps abby with her homework, scratching his head with the eraser of a pencil when he draws blanks on a math or history question. abby only sighs, telling him about something off-topic. "art class is much more interesting." 

mike starts dinner while you're closing up at work, sweeping the front end of the store and counting down your drawer. he lets abby help sometimes, and they usually have it ready for you by the time you're home at 9. 

abby meets you at the door, and you hug her tight, picking her up and waltzing her back into the house. mike is setting the dining table, greeting you with a sleepy smile and, "the queen has arrived."

you all sit down and eat, and it's another one of those moments where everything feels okay. the last 12 hours didn't matter when you were able to have this at the end of it. 

you tell abby and mike about your day over spaghetti, spilling details about prideful parents and spiteful customers. abby laughs all throughout, asking questions about being a cashier. mike just listens, eyes and heart floating between the two of you. 

you clear the table while mike goes to get ready for work, and a wash of dread passes over you. your brain knows what's happening next. you'll kiss him goodbye, clinging to his hoodie sleeve for a second longer than you should, and then you'll settle down with abby, bathing her and reading her to sleep. then you'll be alone. it will just be you and the screech of infomercials until midnight, and then you'll be off to sleep, snuggling into a pillow that smells like mike. 

you push the feeling away, shaking your head and hands and doing just as you know. there's the kiss, the night routine with abby, and the moment you sit on the couch, surrounded by tv light and the croaking of cicadas. 

mike doesn't text during his shift unless it's an emergency. it makes you sad, but you understand. security requires focus, and you require sleep. 

for a while, this works. it's what you and mike have to do to make ends meet, and while you both think that it'll only get better with more time at it, it doesn't. 

you still wake up alone and go through the same rhythm, but when mike comes in around 7:30, it's not 7:30 anymore. it's 7:39, then 7:45, then 7:58. the latest he's ever been, so late that you're not able to eat with him. he shrugs it off when you mention it, kissing your cheek and retreating to the bedroom to sleep.

you drop abby off as usual, and go to work. work. work. work. 

mike starts missing your lunch break texts, sometimes dozing dangerously close to when abby's school lets out. while your class works, you bitterly stare at your text conversation. your unanswered "shaping america's future is kinda sick" message stares back at you until it's replaced by abby's school calling. your heart drops to your stomach as you step out of the room to take the call, answering the phone with, "is she okay?" 

mike didn't pick her up. she's out at 2:30 and it's 3:30 now, and she's crying and scared because he didn't pick up the phone, and she always calls him first. 

you leave work in a flurry, asking a fellow teacher to take over, and you speed to abby's school, not caring about tickets or police or anything. you only want to get her home.

mike is dashing out of the door when you pull up, wrenching a sobbing abby out of your backseat and clutching her close. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry," he breathes, smoothing her hair and looking up at you with regret etched into every feature on his face.

you try your best to hide your upset, ushering everyone inside before changing into your work clothes. you were going to be late, but you shake it off. abby was home and that was all that mattered. 

"hey," mike reaches out to you when you're on your way out. his fingers graze their way down to your hand, and it makes you wish that you could stay home. "thanks for that. i've just been super tired lately and i overslept and---"

"it's okay, baby," you give him a tight lipped smile and a kiss on the knuckles. "just don't let it happen again." 

it happens again. and again. and again. it happens so many times that abby starts to think mike is forgetting about her, and you don't know how to get that out of her head. she cries about it more and more with each time you have to pick her up. he stops running out to apologize, still asleep inside. 

you rush into the bedroom. he's splayed out over the bed, snoring loudly with his arm hanging over the side. you find an orange pill bottle on his nightstand. an old ambien prescription. 

you argue with him before work sometimes.

"what do you need ambien for?"

"i can't sleep." 

"but every morning, you skip breakfast to sleep."

"i do fall asleep, but i started waking up out of it. i just take the ambien to help me fall again."

"what time do you take it?"

"i don't know, y/n."

"why are you lying to me?"

"i'm not." 

"what time?" you cry, grasping at your chest. a sharp pains thud through your ribcage, and you literally sob. it feels like your heart is tearing in two. "you stare at times, mike. what time do you take the ambien?" 

he doesn't answer you and he doesn't know why. it would be so easy to tell you that he takes it at 9 or 10, and that he believes he'll be able to wake himself up around 2 but he doesn't. he can’t sleep without the ambien. he needs it now because he kept himself up in the early days of this, mind toiling over their situation, the endless reassurance that this would work sending him into insomnia. 

you leave when he doesn't answer, wiping at your watery eyes and runny nose. 

you cashier as a shell of yourself. abby stops asking mike for homework help, and eventually he stops cooking dinner too, trading all that time in for extra sleep after picking her up. you have to explain the situation to your retail store manager, just in case mike forgets again, and start looking after abby more. mike only ever made time to spend with her on the weekends, content with awkward moments over lunch and low energy bickering.

the lunch break texts stop. the dinner texts stop.

he's dressed and ready to leave when you get home these days, prepared to exit as you enter. you don't know what to say as you face each other in the doorway, eyes focused on anything but each other. you don’t even kiss anymore.

"i think abby's asleep already."

you shake your head. "i think she's really sad. she hasn't been coming out of there like she used to. she misses you." 

"i miss her too, of course. i'm just busy." 

"all you do is work, mike," you deadpan, exhausted with him. you never thought you'd ever get to a point where you looked at mike, the sure love of your life, with disdain, but you felt it creep into you ever so slightly. 

"yeah, i know. it fucking sucks, but it's what i have to do to keep abby."

you scoff, scooting past him to take your coat and bag off. "as if you're going to keep her by leaving her at school everyday." it's supposed to be under your breath, but the disdain creeps onto your tongue, bitter and raging, and you say it aloud, to his face. 

his jaw clenches and his brown eyes burn, staring you down with an unrelenting severity. you hunch yourself over, dropping your head and sighing out, "mike, i'm sorry. i didn--" 

he leaves without another word. 

how it got to this, neither of you know. not even the weekends healed anymore. mike caught up on sleep, you caught up on grading, and in your downtime, you avoided each other. for him, it felt easier than being around you. you were irritable all the time, a quick fuse with any word he could think to speak. 

for you, it seemed like it was what he wanted. time away from you, from abby, from everyone; time to be alone and recharge for the only thing he ever did, the only thing that was keeping his sister in his care. 

you didn't even remember what his touch felt like, what he tasted like. the man that you loved had become but a memory, a ghost that passed through your plane. you’re able to imagine his fluffy hair, his perfect smile, his laugh, his rich smell, but none of it mattered. he didn’t feel like yours anymore. 

you suppose it was the same for him, with you existing in the same space but only tangible to him some of the time. he would catch glimpses of your smile, laughing at something on your phone, or talking to abby, meet your eyes when you shuffled back to the bedroom from the bathroom, rimmed in red from crying for the last 30 minutes.

he starts sleeping on the couch, unable to even lay beside you. 

mike does a lot of crying. a lot of screaming into his pillow, wondering why he fucks these things up so badly. you do the same, wondering why you stay in situations that hurt you.

this goes on for longer than you two would like, so long that you don't even celebrate your one-year anniversary.

the day passes without noise, mike sleeping and you working.

a prequel of sorts : x

THIS WAS SO FUCKING LONG MY BBBBBBBB OMG. i did NOT mean to go this deep in, i just felt SOOOOO MUCH! my little brain got sad ): i could go deeper into this too one day, breaking up moments into specific little blurbs or ficlets d: let me know if y'all even enjoyed this lmaooo off to write for Halloween lol

[martiestudies]

This week I start a new semester and I'm not feeling it, at all. So if you're like me and need a little help to get through it, here's a list of things to keep in mind:

Organization is KEY

Blocking when you have classes and what's free time in a visual way is super helpful for figuring out how to plan your semester.

Another important thing is getting the sylabus for your courses so you know how to prioritize; plan realistic study sessions so you can stay on course as much as possible.

Remember to separate big tasks into smaller tasks not only so it's easier to organize but also because it's easier to feel accomplished and staying motivated :)

Be realistic with your goals and limitations

Knowing yourself is super important; plan according to what you know YOU can handle. Dedicate more time to things you struggle the most with, prioritize the harder subjects.

Don't forget that everyone has different limits, and don't compare yourself and your progress to others! Your own pace is the only thing that matters.

Take breaks and time for yourself

Remember not everything is about studying. If you use all your time and energy on school, it's easier to get burnt out. Dedicate time for yourself, take frecuent breaks between study sessions, clear your head with series o a book; I promise coming back to the material and concentrating will be so much easier.

Consult your professors

I cannot stress this enough: ASK. Ask about everything you didn't understand; ask them to explain something again; evacuate your doubts as often as you can, even if they seem silly. Professors usually have available office hours or emails where you can contact them, and they also apreciate a lot when it seems you are putting the effort.

Also! Asking questions and participating in class makes it easier for you to remember and absorb the information you're learning.

Study groups

I'm not the biggest fan of studying with other people, but sometimes it's super helpful knowing a few classmates whom which you can share and compare notes and doubts, motivation and frustrations. Revising with someone else can be useful to check what material you need to study more or test what you already studied.

Stay motivated

A pinterest moodboard, thematic playlists, searching for applications or fun facts about what you're studying, MAKING IT FUN, rewarding ourselves after every goal reached. It's super important to, again, not getting burnt out and losing the drive to finish the semester.

Your brain needs energy

Sometimes we forget how important eating and sleeping well is for academic performance.

Don't skip your meals! And have snacks laying around when you're studying. Eating or drinking something substantial every few hourse helps energize your brain so it can process what you're learning.

Resting enough hours is also essential to maximize the efficiency of studying. Sleeping well and plenty helps you concentrate better, retain information easier and think more clearly.

P e r s e v e r a n c e

Discipline is key to get the results we want, even if sometimes we have to sacrifice free time or more compelling activities. Stay on track, follow the plan and don't give up easily. Remember what you're doing it for.

[vinvantae]

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Should’ve used this emoji 🤢

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Arthur! Stop bullying your poor brother! (Miss u x)

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Never (miss you too ❤️)

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Loving Charles Leclerc was easy.

Over the summer break, you’d slowly moved into his apartment - the bachelor pad transforming into a home with all of your simple touches, like they’d always been there. You moved around each other like a dance, not missing a step as you fell into a comfortable rhythm sharing the space.

Your communication was strong enough where little disagreements wouldn’t become screaming matches, compromising came to you with ease. You’d never put much thought into your career after Formula 1 before Charles, but his plans all lined up with yours perfectly - neither of you needed to sacrifice anything for the other. It was as if your paths were always meant to cross.

Any discomfort in your life was soothed by him - the way he’d wordlessly extract your phone from your grasp when he caught you snooping at hate comments, only smiling softly when you said you were looking for ‘genuine’ critique. Instead of scolding you, he’d wrap you up in his arms and remind you that’s what the team is for, not randomUser77.

Loving Charles Leclerc was fun.

You had never smiled so much before - even if you had a tough day, he’d always find the perfect way to cheer you up. He drew laughter from the deepest parts of you, making your whole body shake and your eyes water, sometimes not even intentionally.

Whenever you had time away from the sport, you were never bored. He loved planning little adventures for you both - squeezing you both on the busy train to Nice for a day in France, hiking up to the clearest part of Monaco for the view. Even on your laziest of days where the two of you just stayed piled under the blankets, you never for a second felt restless.

There were things you’d experienced that you’d never even thought about - and it soon became tradition that you would buy each other the ugliest trinket you could find in the gift shop to live on the dresser of the guest room, the endless googly-eyed creatures and key chains staring down any company choosing to stay the night.

Loving Charles Leclerc was beautiful.

From the oceans of his eyes, to the warmth of the sun from his skin under your fingers after a cold day. You felt so alive with him. You never believed in loving someone more each day before him - your rocky relationship with your estranged father made sure of that, but Charles made it impossible not to feel for him stronger each and every moment he was in your life.

He was never close enough, you wanted to spend every second learning every inch of him to memory - every freckle, every scar. So it was a common occurrence for him to wake up in the morning with your fingers tracing his skin, his lips curving into a soft smile before leaning up awards to press the sweetest of kisses to your lips.

His fingers pressed against your hips, pulling you even closer. “Bonjour amour, sleep well?”

You combed your fingers through his hair, smoothing out the hours of good sleep. “I always sleep well these days.”

“Me too. Almost don’t want to go back to racing… almost.” He mused, nuzzling into your neck - always at his most affectionate right after waking up. “But, I did promise Andrea that I’d get back to the gym.”

“Mhmm, can I watch? Love seeing you get all sweaty and sexy.” You teased, scratching at the nape of his neck - breath hitching in surprise as he started to press kisses against your skin. “Charles.”

“I’d say yes but you’re too distracting… I’m gonna make us some breakfast, okay?” A soft whine left your lips as he pulled away - already missing the warmth of his skin against yours. “The sooner I go, the sooner I’ll get back, amour.”

You jut your bottom lip out, Charles shaking his head with a chuckle - leaning down to kiss you before slipping into some underwear and a t-shirt, leaving you to chase the heat from his body that was escaping the duvet. His scent lingered in the sheets as you hugged them to your face for one more moment before deciding the smell of breakfast was just as tempting. You made yourself at least semi-decent before yawning and making your way down the corridor to the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from your eyes so you could fully take in the sight in front of you of your beautiful man cooking you breakfast.

“Oh, I was going to bring it to you in bed.” He chuckled softly as you wrapped your arms around him from behind, resting your cheek against his back, enjoying his warmth.

“Smelt too good.” A soft hum left your lips. “What are you making?”

“French toast, although… I am still not sure what about it is french.”

You rolled your eyes playfully before rooting through the fridge to grab some toppings. “I’m pretty sure the Americans are to blame for that. What do you want for yours?”

“I bought some fresh berries on my way home yesterday, they should be in there. Some cream too.” He explained, wiggling the pan a little before flipping the bread with ease. The two of you stood in comfortable silence as he continued to cook and you chopped up some of the larger berries.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him glancing at you - his lips curved into a soft, pretty smile. “I can see you staring, Leclerc.”

“Only because you’re staring too, pretty girl.”

You flicked a blueberry at him, grinning as he feigned injury - grasping his bicep for a moment, dropping the spatula from the other hand onto the counter to place the back of it against his forehead in a dramatic fashion. “I’ve been shot! How will I ever make you French toast now?”

“Drama queen.” You took his hand and pried it off of his arm, the blueberry had left an almost convincing stain. “Nothing a big strong man like you can’t handle, right?”

“Mhmm, I don’t know. You might have to kiss it better.”

“Idiot.” With a gentle shake of the head, you lift the sleeve of his T-shirt and pressed a fleeting kiss to the spot the blueberry hit. “Now cook before the rest of the French toast goes cold.”

“Oui mademoiselle.”

He lent to kiss you gently once more before continuing making your breakfast and you rested against the counter to watch him, a soft smile on your face. The domestic bliss almost made you forget about the outside world, that from next week on, he would be fighting against you once again for points. Even though you were in the lead at the moment, Max between the two of you, the championship was still all to play for and as excited as you were to get back to racing, having this alone time with him was exactly what you needed.

You were feeling refreshed, loved and ready to get that title.

***

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“So, third in the Championship, when once you were in the lead… how does that feel?”

Charles' shoulders sagged a little but he caught a glimpse of you smiling away with another reporter and he took a deep breath before putting on a smile of his own. “As much as I want the championship, y/n has been absolutely nailing the last couple of months. We’re currently leading the WCC and the WDC with one of our drivers and as a team I believe that’s the best outcome.”

“Is this you giving up then? You could still win.”

He frowned a little. “Of course I’m not giving up, but as I said - y/n has been on another level. So I will continue to try my best but I guess we’ll wait and see.”

Your teammate knew he’d always been a bit of a sore loser, he hated watching others achieve what he’d always dreamed of. Being lifted up in the air as they won the championship whilst he just watched on the sidelines. But you?

Oh, but you.

Your celebrations made him feel like your wins were his - that even if he’d played no part in your winning strategy that day, you’d go out of your way to praise and thank him. Making sure he got a mighty big sip of the sickly sweet drink if you weren’t sharing the podium together. And even at his worst races, you would find even a single moment to shower him in praise for - an overtake at the start, or maintaining his tires. He never felt like you outshone him, you went out of your way to make sure his fire burned just as bright as yours.

As the two of you walked through the Spa paddock for the first race back after the break, having just broken away from your last bit of media duties that day - there was still nothing he wanted more than to get racing and get back on that top step. He had more wins in him, he knew he did, and as good as your wins felt - it would never bring him the same thrill as winning himself.

And he had to beat Max, the team hadn’t had a 1-2 in the driver’s championship since 2004 with Schumacher and Barrichello. If the two of you managed to pull it off, it would be stuff of legends - he was sure of it.

But as the Dutchman beat him once again, the dream felt like it was slipping away, and when you weren’t on the podium either - the two of you had exchanged a quiet look of concern. It had always been a silent thing that one of you had to win, but Max’s form was improving and the gap was getting tighter, the three of you so close that you could barely breathe from the amount of pressure.

You weren’t sure what you’d do if neither of you got to be WDC - after everything you’d been through together this season, it almost felt like the universe owed it to you. Whilst Charles was a little superstitious and you had a pre-race ritual, you knew that this was entirely in yours and Ferrari’s hands. They wanted this as bad as you did and they simply couldn’t afford to make any more silly strategy calls - after all, you’d won the championship much more recently than the team had.

And three world titles sure sounded nice.

And you’d finally, finally, get your name on that damn trophy. The two other wins just had THIRTY stamped out with the years of your wins, the number etched where the drivers’ signature would usually preside. There was no undoing that, it was part of yours and F1’s history now, and you were determined to make history again by being the first woman to have their name engraved into the silver.

It, however, seemed that the odds were starting to turn against you.

3rd, 8th, 4th in comparison to Max’s 1st, 1st, 1st, meant that the lead had slipped away from you by a single point. And you found yourself stepping into Singapore now in 2nd place in the championship - feeling far more defeated than you should. It was one fucking point and it infuriated you that you had let him get even a single step ahead of you. Charles could sense it in you as well. You were snippier with your crew, with him, constantly reminding them what was at stake here.

It wasn’t like you to be brash - you usually let your frustrations bubble under the surface, but now you weren’t held back by the mask, you needed to let them know how you felt. Sure you had played a part in your lack of wins but there were mistakes on their end that were just as easily avoidable.

“You have to be careful where you lose your cool, y/n.” You looked up from tying your boot at your new PR manager - she was nice enough, but still very by the book. “If people see you frustrated in the garage it won’t look good for your image.”

“Oh but when Charles is angry it gets clipped and goes viral? Yeah sure.” A soft huff left your lips as you stood up. “I’m fully aware I’m held to a different standard to them, but if I concede, that won’t change.”

“You have to earn their respect.”

That made you roll your eyes. “I’m a world champion. If that’s not enough then I don’t want it.”

She opened her mouth to retort but you pulled your helmet over your head, ready to get into the zone for the Singapore GP - it was one of the hardest tracks to race at but you knew if you won here then you’d be able to get your head back in the game. Get back on that top step and retake victory from Max. You and the team had worked so hard that you couldn’t let it all slip away - both you and Charles needed to redeem yourselves, get back to being the top team, something that had evaded Ferrari for far too long.

The sparkling lights of Singapore was the place to get back on track, it was intense and if you could prove it here - you could prove it anywhere.

You just hoped that Charles could do it too.

***

***

Welcome to the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, the finale of a season like no other and the title deciding race for one of three future legends. Will Max Verstappen cement his legacy with back to back championship wins, joining the likes of Jim Clark and Mika Häkkinen? Will Charles Leclerc do the impossible and finally bring the crown home to the Tifosi? Or will it be y/n y/l/n, the two time world champion, who finally gets to etch her own name into the history books, and the championship trophy?

In case you’ve been living under a rock for the last nine months, here’s how we got here.

The two Ferrari drivers started off the season strong, Charles Leclerc storming off into the lead with consecutive podiums, leaving both Verstappen and, at the time, Thirty, scrambling to catch back up.

But everything was flipped on its head when Formula One’s biggest secret was revealed; two time world champion Thirty was none other than Y/n Y/l/n, and it seemed that the weight of the world was suddenly off of her shoulders following the reveal. Her fantastic race form, paired with some very interesting choices from the Ferrari pit wall meant that by the time the chequered flag waved at the Azerbaijan Grand Prix, y/n y/l/n had overtaken her teammate in the championship and the fight was truly on.

And as she continued to remind the world just what a two time world champion was capable of, the Flying Dutchman had his gaze set firmly on Leclerc. The defending champion was not about to let the season get away from him - nipping at the Monegasque driver’s heels at every chance he got. And he finally got his way when an unfortunate DNF in France meant that Leclerc had to watch 2nd place slip out of his grasp and straight into Verstappen’s hands.

Y/L/N was his next target. With only 28 points in between them, gaining the championship lead was well within Verstappen’s capabilities. Thirty was determined to keep hold of the top spot, and despite claiming victory in Hungary, it simply wasn’t enough.

Three consecutive victories for Verstappen meant that going into the Singapore Grand Prix, we had a brand new championship leader - a single point between our leaders. Everyone was on the edge of their seats, the crowd at Marina Bay filled to the brim with excitement.

Every single race watched the WDC leader bounce back and forth between the two of them. Y/n in Singapore. Max in Japan. Y/n in COTA. Back to Max in Mexico, and the Dutchman managed to keep the lead by a single point after the Brazilian Grand Prix.

But that all brings us to now. The final race of the season, the one that is to decide it all. Whilst the odds are seemingly in the favour of either the defending champion or the only female driver on the grid - we can’t call Leclerc down for the count.

If he wins with the fastest lap, and both y/n and Max finish outside the top five–or if they finish outside of the points, 3rd place with the fastest lap could secure his victory. However, with the two front runners occupying the 1st and 2nd spots on the grid for the start of the race this evening, Il Predestinato may just have to wait another year to fulfil the prophecy he wrote in 2019.

Stay with us, as the final race of the season is right up after this break.

You looked up from where you were crouching against the side of the track - gaze scanning across the red of your Ferrari as the team made their final checks before the race. Taking deep breaths, you closed your eyes and focused on your favourite music, clearing your mind of anything but the lyrics.

This was it: your moment. There was no room for mistakes, no room for fear. You simply had to win.

After one final inhale, exhale… you let your eyes flutter open and study your competitors. Max was chatting to GP, animating wildly with his hands as he spoke - the look of determination on his face was one that rivalled your own, you were sure. But he just didn’t want this as much as you did, you were certain. This was like your first WDC all over again, you needed this more than anything.

Your eyes next jumped to Charles, your teammate bouncing a little on the spot to get himself warmed up - his fireproofs still hung around his waist. Realistically, unless you and Max crashed out, he wasn’t truly in contention. He knew that. The two of you had sat for hours the previous night talking it all through.

He’d touched you so delicately, fingers tracing up and down your side - his eyes soft as he reassured you that it was going to be okay. He made you promise that you’d do everything in your power to win and you made him swear he wouldn’t damage his race just to help you. You knew he’d do anything to secure your top spot, even if it meant taking Max out - but you wanted to win on your own merit.

You couldn’t help but smile when his gaze finally met yours from his position by the car, an understanding nod shared between you before he pulled his balaclava over his head. After passing your phone and headphones to your engineer, you shook the nerves off one more time before getting the last bit of your gear on.

Max starting on pole had you at the disadvantage, but you knew what you and the car were capable of - and with the perfect strategy this race could be yours. A perfectly shiny pair of softs sat in your garage waiting for you, so managing your first set of mediums was vital. But that wouldn’t stop you wanting to get past Max as soon as possible.

And as you circled the track during the formation lap, watching the Red Bull weave back and forth - your eyes were fixated on the Oracle logo printed on the rear wing, a sight you hoped you wouldn’t be seeing for long. The two of you pulled up alongside each other on the grid, waiting for the rest of the drivers to pull up behind you and the lights count down. You could almost hear Crofty’s iconic commentary as the green flag was waved from the back of the grid.

It’s showtime.

***

“I’ve got a ****ing puncture, these tires were supposed to last me another 7 laps!”

“We’ve got to box, you’ll have to manage this next set as best you can - we might have to swap strategies.”

“No ****ing ****.”

DC - Well that’s not what our race leader wanted to hear, Martin. We predicted that Max wouldn’t be pitting until at least lap 20, but it appears some debris left on the track from the lap one contact seems to have caused some damage.

MB - I’m sure y/n will be happy to hear this! It gets her some clear air to build up a big enough gap for when it's time for her to pit - Ferrari will be hoping can re-emerge in front of Verstappen. This is not what Red Bull needs right now, if Charles finishes p2 and Max ends up outside the points, he will not only lose 1st in the championship but 2nd as well.

DC - Don’t write Max off yet, we know what the Dutchman in that RB18 is capable of. Those Ferraris have been impressive this season, but he has kept them right on their toes. Let's see where he comes out, Ted, down to you.

TK - Thanks Crofty, I can just see Max slowly trundling down the pitlane as we speak, his pit crew look ready - they know how important this stop is… and he’s off, 2.2 seconds stationary is very good but is it good enough? I guess we’ll see when we get our official round of pit stops which is predicted to be between lap 16-22 for those on a 2-stop.

DC - Amazing, thank you, Ted. Verstappen comes out P14, not ideal, nestled in behind Albon in the Williams - not someone he’s going to want to be behind for for long, as Albon is notorious for getting his elbows out, even if it's the defending champion in his rear-view mirrors.

“Where did Max come out?”

“P14, just a couple more laps and then we’ll need you to really push. Sticking to plan A, sticking to plan A.”

“Gap to Charles?”

“2.4. He’s been told to drop back so he’s not getting as much dirty air.”

DC - As far as Ferrari is concerned, getting y/n that win is definitely more important than her teammate, so it's a smart move to get him to drop back.

MB - I think it's a bit of a shame, because despite only qualifying third,he was a rocketship during practice and I’d love to see what he’s capable of today, Crofty.

DC - It's only lap 14, Martin, there’s plenty more racing to come. I’m sure Leclerc will definitely show off just what he’s capable of when Max starts to pull back through.

MB - We can only hope so.

***

DC - If you’ve only just joined us, you’ve missed quite the show in the first 43 laps of the final grand prix this season. Defending champion Max Verstappen is currently p9 after having to pit early due to a puncture and he follows teammate Carlos Sainz as they fight to catch up to the Ferraris after a spectacular pair of pit stops. The second round of pit stops for those on a two stop strategy has started, we’re led to believe that y/l/n’s final stint will be on the softs whilst the three drivers behind her will go onto the mediums.

MB - That means these next laps are super important, she needs to eek everything she can out of these hard tires and hope that Red Bull’s undercut attempt isn’t enough to put their drivers back out in front. They’re predicted to stop 2 laps before her so she’ll need to fight tooth and nail to get 22 seconds ahead of Max.

DC - You can see Max struggling with his hards, but I know RedBull are heavily relying on this undercut to work for them. Here he is, coming in now.

“Y/n, Max is boxing… give us everything those tires have left in them.”

“On it.”

DC - Now we watch on as the Ferraris try and get far enough ahead to make their strategy work. Just a reminder that most of the current top 10 have yet to pit which explains those who seem a little out of position. It seems that Charles has regained some time on his teammate and is making good use of that lovely bit of DRS.

MB - He’s playing a very smart game, there’s no point overtaking y/n right now - not when they’re both due to pit. If he plays his cards right, he could end up at the front after his stop.

DC - Ferrari needs to play this perfectly. There is still a chance for them to get a 1-2, and with Max currently working his way back through the pack it’s time for the prancing horses to do their stops. Ted, down to you.

TK - Yes, hi Crofty, y/n is currently making her way down the pit lane - this stop needs to be perfect from the Ferrari pit crew if she’s to get back out in front of Max and- Oh no! Bit slow on that left rear, 4.2 seconds stationary, not good!

DC - And here comes Max around the final corner, it’s going to be tight. Can she get to the end of the pit lane and back up to speed..? She can’t! Max Verstappen retakes the position, all the drivers in front due to pit so he has provisional P1, what a disaster for y/n y/l/n

“What the hell was that stop guys?! These tires are ****ing cold, he’s already out of DRS.”

“Copy. Sorry about that. But you’re on softs, once they’ve warmed up. You’ll get him.”

DC - And with both Charles and Carlos now in the pits - Max has the lead, and with the championship win only 9 laps away, can y/n get it back or will it be going Dutch for the second year in a row?

MB - You can almost feel the frustration in the Ferrari of Charles Leclerc, now saddled with 3rd place - and with less than 10 laps to go, it seems the championship is well and truly out of his grasp, so let’s stick with our two leading cars. Y/n is now within DRS of Max Verstappen with fresher, softer tires. I cannot wait to see how Max defends the position, we know he can make that Red Bull very wide when he needs to.

DC - It’s as if the tables have turned on him from last year - this time it’s he who is at the disadvantage and y/n y/l/n isn’t even giving him a second to breathe. She takes a peek down the inside but isn’t quite close enough this time. She’s got DRS on Verstappen, though, and is about to enter into back to back detection zones. It won’t be long until Verstappen is sweating in that Red Bull.

Max weaves off to the left to defend but it’s not enough, with newer tires and the power of DRS she steams past him! He never stood a chance, what a disaster for Max Verstappen as y/n practically gallops off into the distance with only 4 laps remaining.

MB - If he wants to make a move he’ll have to do it quickly because with a clear track ahead of her, she’ll drop him out of DRS in no time.

DC - After a slow stop, y/n y/l/n has retaken the lead of the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix and now with only a couple laps to go, Verstappen’s hopes have seemingly slipped away. It was always going to come down to this and despite the rocky start to the season, y/n has performed absolutely brilliantly and after years of being hidden behind her helmet - she will finally be able to carve her name into the silver of the championship trophy and truly cement herself as a legend.

First female driver. First female champion. And the youngest ever to become WDC. And now a third title can be added to the list of her achievements. It’s been a hard couple of seasons, but after 4 years - she’s back on the top step. Joining the likes of Stewart, Senna, and Lauda as she rounds the final corner of the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix.

You can see her flying down the straight as the grandstands erupt, the Ferrari chassis sparking under the lights at Yas Marina, and with the iconic thirty on the top of her helmet, with the sport’s most iconic team, Y/n y/l/n takes the chequered flag to become a 3 time world champion!

“Oh my god! Oh my god!”

“Congratulations y/n. This is a long time coming - you did amazing out there.”

“Haha! Holy ****, I actually did it!”

You laughed with glee as you, Max and Charles did donuts together on the main straight - one of your hands in the air, holding three fingers up. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you finally climbed on top of the car, standing on the halo of your F1-75 for a moment to absorb the atmosphere, any boos completely buried by the cheers and the celebrations.

As you looked down, Charles offered you a hand - the visor of his helmet pushed up to reveal his smiling eyes. You hopped down and let him sweep you up in a hug, spinning you around as you cheered.

“I’m so fucking proud of you!” He yelled, placing you back on the ground - holding your helmet in his hands. “My champion!”

“I’m proud of you. You’re next, I promise.”

He shook his head playfully. “This isn’t about me, have your moment, mon amour. I love you.”

“I love you, Charles.”

You practically squawked in shock as Max clapped his hands on your shoulders - ushering you towards the post race interviews. Both of you place your helmets on their plinths as Charles was directed away. “I should be mad, but I’m so happy for you.”

“Shame about that puncture! Worked out in my favour though.” You laughed. “Would’ve got you regardless, Max.”

“I bet you would’ve, absolute beast. I was scared Charles was gonna get me as well… Thank you for making this season unforgettable.”

You turned and hugged him tight, whilst Charles did his post race interview. “Thank you for having my back no matter what.”

He gave you one final squeeze before heading away to do his own interview. You laughed with and celebrated with the team, making sure to shake hands with Frederick Vasseur - your new boss for next year, Charles’ comment earlier in the season about him not wanting you to leave Ferrari all making sense now.

“Another one next year?” He grinned.

“You know it, boss.”

Fred gave you a pat on the back before it was your turn to stand before the masses. It was none other than Jenson Button who stood before you, massive smile on his face as you were handed a microphone.

“And here she is, ladies and gentlemen. Your 2022 World Champion!”

You waved and grinned at the crowd, relishing in the celebrations. “Thank you all so much, this feels unreal.”

“It was phenomenal watching you race today, you seemed really in your element. How are you feeling right now?”

“Overwhelmed!” You laugh, “but immensely grateful for my team, for Charles. For everyone who has stood by me throughout this season, this win is for all the little girls who were told they couldn’t do it… this win feels… so good. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to explain how it feels but just know this is just the beginning for me.”

He gave you a smile, his eyes soft with admiration. “Congratulations, y/n. It’s been an honour to watch you this season… I’m sure you’ve got plenty of celebrating to do so I won’t keep you much longer. One more time for y/n y/l/n, your three-time world champion!”

You grinned and blew a kiss to the crowd before heading off to get your trophy - Charles waiting in the corridor to walk to the cool-down room with you, his strong arm draped across your shoulder and a kiss pressed to your temple as you joined him at his side.

The cool-down room was surprisingly quiet, you all knew you were being filmed but the reality of your 3rd championship win was finally sinking in. You sat in your chair and held your head in your hands as the tears of joy wracked through you. Charles cooed softly and sat beside you, rubbing your back. “Amour.”

“I-I’m fine… I’m fine… just means so much.”

“It’s so deserved. You fought tooth and nail, we’re all so proud of you.”

You gave him a watery smile and gave him a gentle hug. “Thank you… sorry, didn’t mean to get so emotional.”

“It’s alright, 3 championships is a fantastic achievement… you’re allowed to be emotional.” Max chimed in, giving you an award winning smile, crouching a little in front of you. “And it’s the first time your name is paired with it, it’s a lot.”

“I’m so glad it’s you two here with me. My biggest fans.” You grinned, a teasing lilt to your voice.

A giggle escaped you as Max shoved your shoulder lightly, the moment interrupted when you were all beckoned to the podium.

You had a small moment alone as Charles and Max stepped out to claim their positions.

At the start of the year, you were anonymous. And now you were free, you were world champion and you couldn’t forget how Ferrari’s masterplan to keep you a secret backfired in the worst way and now you had the most beautiful caring boyfriend any woman could ask for.

And as the cheers erupted when you stepped out in front of the crowds, you could’ve sworn you felt your cheeks split with how big your smile was. You could feel the shift, they loved you. You had proved to them once and for all that you were worthy of not only this title but the ones before it.

The top step felt like a cloud beneath your feet, the trophy felt like part of you that had been missing - finally reunited. The cool silver beneath your skin gleamed in the bright lights as you lifted it high, the whole world’s eyes were on you at that moment.

As your national anthem played, your trophy now perched by your feet, hat clasped behind your back - you snuck a glance at Charles. His eyes glistened with unshed tears, a gentle smile on his face, and he cautiously reached out for you as the Italian anthem began to fill the air.

You reached out and let your fingers link with his, your smile matching his own.

I love you. He mouthed, eyes flickering behind you for a moment but before you could react - cold liquid was poured down the neck of your race suit, laughter filling your ears. You glared at Charles for distracting you before spraying him down with your own bottle and quickly turning to get revenge on Max. It really felt like the three of you were kids again, hosing each other down with sparkling water and chasing each other around.

And as you all clambered onto the top step, Max nearly lost his balance until you hauled him up beside you. Your race suit was sticky and your entire body ached post-race but you didn’t even care - the roaring red of the crowd below filled your ears as you lifted your trophy one more time.

As soon as you stepped away from the prying eyes of the world, Charles pressed a searing kiss to your lips - both hands cold as they held your cheeks. You smiled into it - letting your arms wrap around him in return. He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his lips curved into a cheeky smile.

“...so, wanna do this all again next year?”

You grinned and kissed him again. “Absolutely.”

And there you have it, after 23 absolutely thrilling races - the 2022 season comes to a close and Ferrari’s own Y/n y/l/n is our world champion. Ferrari didn’t quite get that 1-2 finish they fought so hard for, but the fight for the top has never been closer and with 2023 just over three months away, we cannot wait to see what happens next.

So whether you’re a Tifosi shouting from the rooftops or a Redbull fan who is desperate for a fresh start, we cannot wait for you to join us again next year.

Thank you for joining us, see you again soon.

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And that’s it! Thank you all so much for your continued support and I know she’ll tell me off for doing this but a super duper big thank u to my wonderful mack and cheese @formulaforza for proof reading and helping me to organise my thoughts ❤️ appreciate you so much x

Taking a break from long form fics for a while, will probably be reopening my requests in the next week or so

[zaceouiswriting]

Snowy Winter Fun

Character: Male reader x Theo Raeken, Male reader and The Pack

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: None, just fluff

Laughter has taken over the empty fields before me. In the distance, I can hear Christmas carols. It is all a part of a little tradition we started just the year before. It's a fun time. The whole pack and all their friends, including myself, have gathered once again at my residence on the edge of the forest on the outskirts of the town. My house overlooks several acres of land that were once agricultural soil but are now completely empty. All belongs to me as I was my grandfather's heir when he died last year.

Everyone is having fun, even Stiles, who has gotten grumpy most of the time. We've been having a snowball fight for the last hour, at least until most have become exhausted. 

For those who are too exhausted, I offer to go in and make them hot chocolate, which they, of course, accept with joy. But just as I'm about to enter my house, tragedy strikes: a dull pain on the back of my head makes me stop. Turning around, I look at everyone standing still. Just as surprised as me. If it weren't for the grin on his stupid face, I would have never known that Liam had thrown the piece of frozen water at me. 

“You little shit!” I mutter under my breath, quite angry but with a crooked grin.

Without saying anything else, my red Alpha eyes lit up, signaling the little Beta that he was going too far this time. Even from a distance, I could see him swallowing anxiously. Since his Alpha wasn't there, as he wasn't welcome on my property, he must be shitting his pants right now.

As I start to run, so does the little shit. The snow makes it almost impossible to use my supernatural speed. Even though I almost grabbed him, he freed himself somehow from my grip.

“Theo, get your feral boyfriend under control!” Liam shouts at my loving boyfriend.

Usually, a sharp look at him would be enough to stop him from doing anything, but this time, it seems different. Theo, for some reason, is ready to intervene.

"If you prevent me from getting this little shit," I scream loudly as I still have my gaze on Liam, but I wasn't finished yet. Gradually, I shift my attention from Liam to Theo and glare at him intently before continuing, "You will be sleeping alone for the rest of your life!"

Without another word, he throws his arms up defensively, steps back, and apologizes to Liam, “I'm sorry, little wolf, but I can’t.”

Liam looks genuinely hurt for a moment but quickly regains his composure. In an angry tone, he shouted, “You whipped idiot! You sacrifice your friend to get laid?”

“You have no idea how warm he is,” Theo tells him casually.

Liam turns his head to look at Theo, his face twisted in disgust. But he didn't slow down like I had hoped. Even though the uneven and slightly slippery ground isn't great for speed, the little shit somehow can run like there was nothing there.

Suddenly, Isaac steps into my way. In a soft voice, he asks, “Don't you think it’s enough? Liam looks terrified.”

Without uttering a word, I swiftly grab his arm, hoist him up into the air, and use my power to hurl him to the ground. Then, I step beside him and push his head into the snow.

“I hope the snow tastes good, pretty boy,” I tell him with a shit-eating grin, and I immediately run after Liam again. But out of nowhere, Brett stands in my way with his arms outstretched. Just before I can crash into him, I grab his arm and throw him away. Instead of running after Liam again, I jog towards Brett and push his head into the snow. With the same shit-eating grin, I ask him, whispering in his ear, "Was it worth trying to protect your little secret friend?"

Standing back up, I could instantly see Theo glaring at me. With my hands raised defensively, like Theo had done before, I ask him, “You’re not jealous, are you?”

“Pretty boys?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, visibly annoyed.

I jog to him and smile brightly. I quickly wrap my arms around him. We stare into each other's eyes. My heart jumps several times just looking at his handsome face and beautiful eyes. 

“They’re pretty, yes,” I begin to speak but got punched by Theo in the stomach before I could continue. “Fair enough,” I murmur. Before he can hit me again, I catch his hand and whisper in his right ear, "But you're the hottest guy I've ever seen."

I can see a fire igniting in his eyes. Before he can react, I steal a quick kiss from his sinful lips, which now usually would be all over my neck to mark me.

“Not now,” I tell him, pushing him back slightly so I can quickly run away. But before I get far, I'll cast another look back. “Now I have to catch the little shit and spank some sense into him.”

Suddenly, I hear a squeak in the distance. As I follow the sound, I can see Liam standing there, fear written on his face. His loud swallowing can be heard across the empty field. This time, I react faster than he does. But he starts running only a few seconds later. Still, I'll grab him even if it's the last thing I do!

[Masterlist]

[faebaex]

Congratulations for your 500 followers 🎉

Silver+GN!Reader

Reader got sick after staying up(fever maybe?), probably because they have a lot of work to do and forgot about the day. And Silver came to visit to take care of them.

Lovesick

author note: sorry for the wait! Silver is such a good boyyy i just wanna squish his cheeks aaaaa o(≧▽≦)o it was fun to write for characters i don't usually write for, and Silver is such an interesting character. There is only a few Valentines requests left now. Hope you enjoy!

characters: Silver x GN!Reader

History of magic essays. Alchemy homework. Animal linguistics homework. Biology homework. Magical analysis essays. Your workload was never ending, and unsurprisingly Grim was nowhere to be found. Heaving a heavy sigh, you looked over your desk, crowded with books and papers that you had somehow managed to drag back to Ramshackle from the library. You had been working in the library since classes had ended that day and had only decided to leave once you had realised it was already late evening. You had hoped that you would run into Grim, who has been suspiciously absent from your library study session, either on the way home or once you had reached Ramshackle, but as usual luck was not on your side.

Your stomach growled as you sat down your desk, reminding you that you had skipped dinner. You looked down at your stomach and then back at the papers on your desk, and you knew that you didn’t have time to cook anything. The ridiculous amount of work you had to do was daunting enough that you even considered approaching Azul of all people for help, but in the end, you’d rather throw Grim under the bus than sacrifice one of your organs in a deal with the Octavinelle housewarden.

You got to work, pen scratching at paper as you continued with one of the essays that you had started earlier. You vaguely noticed that you hadn’t heard Grim come home yet, but you were too engrossed in your work and knew you wouldn’t be able to go out looking for him anyway. Perhaps he had decided to sleep at Heartslabyul tonight? You pondered that thought briefly, before your mind wandered back to your work, and you didn’t even realised the hours were slipping by…

“… human…”

“…nchhuman…”

“Hench human!!”

You jolted awake and were immediately assaulted by a painful throbbing in your head. You hadn’t even realised that you had fallen asleep at your desk, the papers from your work the night before stuck to your face. You sat up slowly, and you could feel Grim’s concerned gaze on you as you pulled the paper off of your face and set them back on the desk. You felt awful, shivers wracking your form, an awful pounding in your skull and a soreness in your throat. Grim scampered forward on the desk and pressed a paw to your forehead, only to immediately pull it back.

“Myaaah! Hench human, you’re all hot! You made yourself sick by stayin’ up all night, what were you thinking?!”

If you weren’t feeling so terrible, you’d have likely throttled Grim for his careless attitude, but right now you could only groan. Rustling through the papers on your desk, you shoved all of the work you had completed last night into Grim’s arms. “Take this and make sure you hand it in to the correct teachers. Go to classes today, and don’t cause any trouble. Do you understand, Grim?” Your voice came out strained and squeaky, a clear sign of how unwell you were feeling.

Grim stared at you with wide eyes and he hesitated, guilt starting to crawl into his expression. “You’re not comin’ to school? Don’tcha want me to stay and take care of you?” He asked, only to be startled when you stood from the desk shakily and began to make your way over to your bed. “No,” you groaned, laying heavily down on the bed and pulling the sheets over your head, “just go to school and stay out of trouble, please.” Silence fell in the room, and you vaguely heard the scratching of paws as Grim left the room before you quickly passed back out into a dreamless sleep.

When you woke, you had no idea what time it was or how long you had slept. You rolled over groggily, reaching blindly for your phone. You felt no better than you had earlier, and you cursed your own stupidity for getting yourself in this state. Whilst Grim might have not been helpful, its not like he forced you to stay up all night and fall asleep at your desk. You sighed and checked the time on your phone. 6:00 pm. You had slept all day. You swiped aimlessly at your notifications tab and felt your heart drop.

You were meant to go with Silver today to his club activities and you had completely forgotten. And he had messaged you and now it looks like you ghosted him! You groaned into your pillow and your throat protested the action. You steeled yourself, deciding to journey downstair to get some water and then message Silver back profusely apologising, praying that he’d be understanding about the situation. You’d barely taken two steps out of the bed when you heard a gentle knocking at the front door of Ramshackle. You groaned again, your throat scratching from the action. You really didn’t want to deal with anyone today, wanting nothing more to crawl back into bed and let the world swallow you up. The knock was definitely too polite to be Ace. Perhaps it was Deuce, coming to check up on you? You were distracted from your thoughts when the door knocked again, a little louder this time. Shakily, you made your way down the stairs, shuffling slowly through the corridors and making your way to the Ramshackle entrance. If it was Deuce, you could probably explain that you just needed some rest and get rid of him. Its not like anyone else was likely to come by. Gripping the doorhandle, you pulled open the door, readying to send Deuce back home…

Only to see Silver standing on your doorstep with a large bag and a rather shocked expression at the sight of you.

“Oh…” You managed to croak out, staring at Silver with wide eyes. There was a beat of silence between the two of you before Silver stepped forward, gently prying the doorhandle from your hands, and entering the dorm. “Grim told me that you weren’t feeling well but I didn’t realise it was this bad…” He murmured, shutting the door to Ramshackle behind him. “’m sorry… I was about to message you back…” You managed to croak out, only for Silver to shake his head. “Don’t be. You can’t help that you’re sick,” Silver said gently, resting a hand on your shoulder, “you should be in bed resting. I’m sorry, I thought Grim was home and would be able to let me in…”

It hadn’t even occurred to you that Grim wasn’t at home. You didn’t have much time to think about it though, as you felt a light push on your shoulder. “Come on, let’s get you back to bed.” Silver murmured, trying to urge you back down the corridor. “It’s okay, let me get you a drink or something, for coming all this way…” You took some steps, aiming to go to the kitchen, but a wave of light-headedness suddenly washed over you and you felt yourself sway. Everything happened so fast. One moment you were feeling like you were about to collapse in the hallway, and for a second you thought you had when you heard a distinct ‘thunk’ on the floor, only to feel a warmth surround you instead. Once your head had finally stopped spinning and the light-headedness had receded, you opened your eyes to see Silver gazing down at you with a furrowed brow, concern clear in his eyes as he held you up.

“Easy, there. Just give me a second…” Silver murmured, his voice so calm and reassuring that you didn’t move a muscle. He shifted you in his grip, one of his arms circling your back before he was… Suddenly lifting you up?!

“Silver!” You managed to stutter out as Silver lifted you in a fireman’s carry, flushing red as your cheek came in contact with his shoulder. Silver ignored your protests as he began to walk down the corridor and climb the stairs to your room, carrying you with ease. It was easy for him to find your bedroom, you having left the door wide open when you had left to answer the door, and before long Silver was tucking you into your bed, making sure that the sheets were securely wrapped around you and your pillows were comfortably positioned. Your cheeks had flared so red that you were resisting the urge to hide your face under the sheets in an attempt to hide your blush. The redness of your cheeks only made Silver look over you with more concern, however, reaching down to place the back of his hand against your forehead. “Hmm… Your cheeks are quite red, and you seem to have a high fever…” He muttered, mostly to himself as he retracted his hand from your forehead and stood, “stay in bed, I’ll be right back.” His tone was firm but his smile kind as he left the room, and soon you could hear the sounds of movement downstairs, the soft clattering of porcelain and the whistle of a kettle boiling. You fidgeted in your bed, feeling awkward at letting Silver do so much when he was technically a guest in your home, but you were too exhausted to do much about it. You sank into the pillows, letting out a low groan and wincing when your sore throat protested once again, remembering that you had intended to get some water when you were downstairs. But as if he could sense it, Silver soon reappeared, carrying a steaming teacup in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He placed the teacup on the bedside table before passing you the water carefully, “the tea has honey in it and will help soothe your throat but might be a bit too hot right now, so start with the water, it’s important you stay hydrated.” You gratefully took the glass, taking a sip immediately. Your throat protested the feeling at first, but slowly the tepid water began to soothe your throat. Before you knew it, Silver was leaving the room again and you could only wonder what he was doing, hearing the soft sounds of clattering coming from what seemed to be the kitchen.

You’d drained your glass of water fairly quickly, knowing your throat was dry but not realising how dehydrated you truly were. You had just started sipping on the tea when Silver finally returned, carrying another steaming bowl of… Soup?

“I made it myself! Don’t worry, I didn’t let Fa—Lilia anywhere near it.” He stated quickly, mistaking your confused expression for apprehension against the dish. He waited for you to place your teacup back on the bedside table before he carefully laid a tea towel over your lap before placing the hot bowl of soup on your lap. The scent of the soup wafted up and your stomach growled loudly, making your cheeks flush even further. If Silver heard, he thankfully didn’t acknowledge it as he grabbed your desk chair and carried it over to your bed so he could sit at your bedside. “You didn’t have to do all this, Silver—” You began but he cut your off quickly with a shake of his head, “I went looking for you when you didn’t respond to my messages… I found Grim at lunch, and he explained the situation.” You could only briefly wonder what exactly Grim had explained before Silver continued speaking, “I immediately went back to the dorm after classes had ended to prepare some soup for you and then I came as soon as I could.”

You were semi-thankful for your illness for being a suitable cover for how red your cheeks were, charmed from Silver’s thoughtful behaviour. “Honestly Silver, thank you…” You smiled gratefully at him, and he gave you a kind smile back that had your heart beating faster. To distract yourself, you grabbed the spoon and took a mouthful of soup, only for your eyes to widen as the delicious flavour filled your mouth. “Silver, this is delicious…!” You exclaimed, not being able to stop yourself from digging heartily into the soup. Silver smiled softly at you as he watched you happily eat the soup, “I’m glad you like it, I’ve been making it ever since I was a child. It’s simple, but very nutritious.” He said, and you found yourself intrigued by his words. “Oh, did you help in the kitchen a lot as a child?” You asked curiously, taking the opportunity to get to know Silver more.

“Well, it was more that my father would take trips away from home sometimes, so I would have to fend for myself.” Silver said casually, and your eyes widened. That sounded… Unusual, but you didn’t want to pry and make him feel uncomfortable, so you just nodded, “that must have been a little lonely…” You said, offering him a conciliatory smile only to be surprised when Silver shook his head with a soft smile. “Not really, I always had my animal friends to keep me company until Father returned.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his words, mostly in disbelief. Silver was always full of surprises.

You and Silver continued speaking long after you’d finished your soup, the hours passing by as Silver shared stories of his youth, and you shared stories about your own world. Before you knew it, the evening had grown late and you were yawning, exhaustion beginning to creep in again even with Silver having distracted you from your sickness. “You should get some rest…” Silver said softly as he stood, moving your chair back to your desk. He grabbed the empty soup bowl and empty water glass before moving towards the door, “I’ll do the dishes before I leave and get you another glass of water too.” You smiled at him, your heart feeling warm from how well he was taking care of you. “Thanks Silver…” He gave you another soft smile before he disappeared downstairs, and you could again here the soft sounds of clattering porcelain in the kitchen. You fluffed your pillows and checked your phone whilst you waited for Silver to return, replying to a concerned message left from Deuce in your group chat with the duo. When Silver returned with a refilled glass of water, he looked surprisingly flustered, a light flush of pink dusting his cheeks.

“Are you okay? I didn’t get you sick, did I?” You asked with concern, sitting up and gripping the bedsheets. Your heartfelt concern only coloured Silver’s cheeks further and he cleared his throat, gently placing the glass of water on the bedside table but avoiding your gaze. “Um… No, I… I was packing my bags to leave, and I found something that I had forgot to give you…” You tilted your head, watching him curiously as he fidgeted by your bedside, noticing now that he was clutching a box in one of his hands now. You thought it would just be something to help with your sickness, so you held out your hand for it casually, not noticing how your action had caused Silver’s cheeks to flare with further blush. Plucking up his courage, he handed the box over to you, valiantly hiding the nervous shaking of his hands. “I made these for you… Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N.”

You stared down blankly at the box in your hands, and it took a moment for you register the meaning of his words. What he had handed you was a small box of chocolates, simple chocolates shaped like hearts laid out neatly in rows. This was a… Valentine’s gift because today was… Valentine’s Day…

The chocolates slipped from your grip and landed softly on your bedsheets as you covered your face with both of your hands, your cheeks flushing the brightest that had all day. “Oh no Silver I’m so sorry, I completely forgot!” You wailed out, the sounds muffled by your hands as you felt mortification wash over you. Oh, how you wish the ground could swallow you up right now. “It’s fine! I don’t expect anything back!” Silver quickly replied, his hands outstretched and his own pink cheeks deepening in colour as he continued to speak, “I… I just really wanted to give you something today…” You squealed internally at his words, your heart racing and your cheeks burning at his words. Whilst it was true that you and Silver had been moving past the friend stage on the months leading up to Valentine’s Day, you had never expected him to make such a confession today. Plucking up your courage, you peeked at Silver through your fingers, seeing him staring at you nervously with pink cheeks. Slowly you took your hands away from your face, gazing back at him shyly. “Thank you, Silver… I planned to make you something too but… I lost track of the days…” You sighed, looking down as you wrung your hands in your lap, feeling like you had ruined the perfect moment by being so distracted with your workload. Suddenly, warmth engulfed your hands as Silver placed one of his hands over yours and gave them a soft squeeze. You looked up to see that Silver had kneeled beside your bedside and was giving you a soft smile, his cheeks still flushed pink.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I don’t need any gifts. All I need is you.”

[writing-and-rebloging]

Macbeth, Jellal and parallels.

Quick preface, I'm taking the Anime add ons in the Oracion Seis arc and the Starry Sky filler as canon, because they give a lot more substance and treat the Seis nicely enough (and much better than the manga), respectively.

Acknowledgement

In a way. It's what all of this hinges upon. In a turn of events, Macbeth recognizes the darkness and cruelty simmering in Jellal's head, compares them to his own, and says that due to that, Jellal would fit perfectly in Oracion Seis. Morally corrupt, cruel and powerful... Jellal is just like them, isn't he? In the anime, the vibes of condescendingly saying "can't you see you're just like me? No matter how much you deny it. No matter how much you say you're disgusted by my actions, you're just as bad." are simply immaculate.

Past

While they share this with other characters, they were both enslaved children in the tower of Heaven. A past neither of them like to talk about. They were weak, helpless, and it fucked them up (Jellal was tortured to insanity, Macbeth has night terrors and several dealer's choice sleep issues thanks to the tower) majorly. Jellal barely talks about the tower in general unless it's to make a point of his atonement, and Macbeth only mentions it three time, two while throwing what he did to Jellal's face and one while lashing out at Erza for not going back to save anyone from her boyfriend's cruelty.

The fact that they couldn't do anything to defend themselves while other people kicked them around eats at them, and while we know they were kids, it's not something they consider in the equation at all. They're ashamed of it, unlike Erza or Milliana, and it leads to the second and third points.

Manipulation.

After being tortured for hours, "Zeref" (who was just Ultear. Who interestingly enough also gets tortured within an inch of her life by Brain, but that's for another post) reaches out to Jellal and gives him the power to take over the Tower of Heaven, while weeks or months later Brain "adopts" Macbeth and the other four members of Oracion Seis, and teaches them how to use a wide variety of magic.

They both end up on positions of power. Jellal as the ruler of the Tower of Heaven. Macbeth as the favorite son, with all that implies. And while they gain something (safety, for starters) out of it, they're also at someone else's mercy. Jellal is being manipulated by "Zeref" into completing the Tower to bring him back, while Macbeth is in turn groomed by Brain into being the perfect soldier to maintain the magic link keeping Zero at bay, and carry out his plans so that he can hide away.

Drunk on power.

They embody this more than any of the other Tower kids that became villains. They're given power, both raw in the form of incredible magical abilities and over other people (albeit in different ways). And they get drunk on it.

Jellal runs the tower like a tyrant, ordering and bullying people around. He threatens his friends, murders one of them, and even almost sacrifices Erza, who he held dear above anyone else.

Macbeth on the other hand, we can assume is encouraged to hurt people as much as he pleases, as long as he gets the job done. We see that when he tortures Eve, and when he says he wants to see Erza and Jellal in pain. 

Both of them use that power to inflict pain, and that pain to soothe the wound of having been taken advantage of when they were vulnerable. It makes them feel safe, being above other people.

Magic

While this is anime only, as we never see him use it again, Macbeth ends up using the same dark magic as Brain, and, if we look at some spells that Jellal uses back in the tower... The resemblance is enough to assume it's the same kind of magic. And while not immensely relevant, it sure is fun that they would use the same magic, all things considered.

Extending a hand to each other in the worst way possible (while mocking Jellal's worst insecurity vs after beating the crap out of Macbeth) should also be listed, tbh. But this is long enough.

These similarities, however, would make them want to throw up if pointed out rather than bring them closer.

Anyways. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[nochuelinha]

End Of Beginning - Bruce Wayne - One-Shot

On a night that seemed black and white, with tears in my eyes and my heart racing, that's how I found myself when you came to say goodbye to me. Your smile was sad and your voice softer than usual, you took off the mask and came to me, not as the Dark Knight, not as Batman, not as the vigilante I assist every night in the Batcave.

You came to me as Bruce Wayne, the prince of Gotham, the billionaire, you came to me as the man I had learned to love. Kissing my forehead so gently that I still wonder if it was real, you asked me to leave. And as soon as your words left your lips, my heart shattered, hurting more than I ever imagined I could bear.

Five years have passed since then, at the time with a broken heart and crying like a child, I left without understanding your reasons, thinking you were the most selfish person in the universe. The disillusionment was so great that I couldn't even bear to stay in the same city as you. But there is a saying, once a Gothamite, always a Gothamite. No matter how much I traveled to other places and met various people, I still felt that my place was in Gotham, by your side. As you always said, I loved getting to know London, I adored the nights I spent in Paris, Tokyo was so much fun, and I experienced many things in Brazil, but deep down I always wanted to return to Gotham.

I left the city, but the city never left me.Now older and a little wiser, at least I think so, I see that you made sacrifices to keep yourself sane, you couldn't afford to lose anyone else, no, you couldn't live with more nightmares than you already carried during your few hours of sleep, today I understand that. I just needed a sign from you, anything, and I would know you were ready.The words you said to me still echoed in my mind if I lingered too long on the time when I was by your side, "Trust me Y/N, everything will be okay", in the end you were always right and I healed from the hurt I felt for you, but make no mistake, I still love you unconditionally.

While I was reading a book that you wouldn't like because it was too romantic for your taste, you would prefer a suspense, on the calmest autumn day, with the freshness of the night, you reappeared to me in the form of a text: I miss you.

I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, was it a cruel joke? And then it appeared again, "Y/N I miss you". That was enough for me, I didn't need anything else, you knew I had understood the first time, but you made sure to confirm and remove any doubt from me.

Then on any winter morning I knocked on your door, a new version of myself, one that now understands all your sacrifices, Alfred answered with a radiant smile to which I returned. You looked beautiful, in all your glory, perfectly dressed and groomed, your face more mature and your eyes more intense than I imagined.

“Hello Bruce..." the smile you gave me was the most beautiful among all the smiles in the universe, I couldn't be happier. I was back to my refuge. I was back by your side.

[wolfislost]

Touching Base

TL;DR: I'm trying to get back in touch with my kin side.

I've been neglecting my kin side pretty heavily lately. I know this might seem a little strange, given that I made a post not that long ago about how my experience of being alterhuman is a lot more balanced nowadays. In the grand scheme of things however, i'm still a fledgling here. I've been a part of the community for a little under three years. Joining the community more or less coincided with beginning to properly explore this part of myself. All of this is to say, i'm still very early in this journey. As to be expected, I'm still making mistakes and figuring out how to live happily as an alterhuman.

I've been wrapped up in human stress, for a while now. To some extent, it's my own fault. I'm putting a lot of pressure on myself to spend every waking moment possible being productive. This is made even worse given the fact that i'm disabled, and thus have additional struggles on top of that pressure. Even when relaxing or talking to friends, I find some way to sneak work in somehow.

To be clear, this is not a good thing. I'm not romanticising the grind or whatever. The grind sucks. I'm throwing myself into this thing that I hate, because it's the best path I have to my goals right now. Still wouldn't wish it on anyone.

You might see where this is going already. I've been working constantly on tasks that require my human side to perform, or they fall apart. I'm doing them constantly, unless I'm sleeping or otherwise incapacitated. That's not an environment where being a werewolf is really possible. I HAVE to maintain my human state, or sacrifice productivity.

So I've found myself completely distanced from something that's a really important part of who I am. It isn't just work, I don't really have any opportunities to be myself in my social life right now either.

So yesterday I ran into the woods.

Technically it wasn't as spontaneous as that, but I did go to the woods. And I stayed there. I'm not sure how many hours it was, but it was enough to start realising something.

I'm badly out of touch.

Alone in the woods, surrounded by small mammals and fresh air. I should have been the most shifty I've been in a while. But it was only a faint echo. I had to consciously make myself let go and loosen up. Even then, it was limited. Restricted. I struggled to fully lose myself and be free.

It's clear that I've seriously hindred my ability to feel and express myself freely. To just exist as a werewolf in three dimensional space. It's frustrating and disheartening but it's also my own fault. I pushed too hard for too long, and i'm paying the price.

I don't intend to just leave things here though.

For now at least, I plan on going back to the woods. Once every two weeks at least. I want to make time spent in nature a more frequent part of my routine. It'll help get my stress levels to a manageable level. With time, it should also let me get back in touch with what I've lost.

If there's a lesson in all this, I suppose it's not to take my urges and general kin side for granted. It can be trouble, it can be uncomfortable. But it's also important. And at times fun. It's part of who I am.

[piggycyberwarrior]

how would the arcane caracters react if you cry in an argument //HC

Summary: how would the arcane caracters react if you cry in an argument?

Includes: Ekko, Silco 

a/n: No proof read, have fun reading and dont be shy requesting, I love request. 

Ekko:

Well, it happened in a bad argument

You had a fight because he didn't seem to understand that he should take care of himself and that you were worried about him.

"Don't you understand?" he was almost shouting "I am the leader of the Firelights! I can't play it safe while my allies risk their lives and die in battle! I don't have time for this!" 

"I'm just worried about you, Ekko. If you would just be a little more carefu-" "If you wouldn't be so childish, we wouldn't be arguing right now!" "You know that's not true!" 

“oh fuck off! You just don't want me to go because you don't want me to be out with the others!”

"What are you talking about! I don't care about that. I just don't want you to die!" Now you were desperately screaming with thick tears running down your cheek and leaving red streaks on your face

He wouldn't listen to you. He just pushed you away and didn't seem to care about your feelings. But you did care about him. Just the thought that he would die someday on a mission turned your stomach in an unpleasant way.

your suppressed sobs filled the now silent room

only now he seemed to notice your tears- his eyes widened slightly

"Shit, Firefly I-I'm sorry. I- I didn't mean to make you cry. Shit. Forgive me.

The boy stuttered in panic as he tried to gently wipe your tears from your face.

"I'm sorry, I really am." he whispered as he spread little kisses all over your face. little 'I love you's' after each kiss

you scrunched your nose and mumbled "I just don't want you to get hurt. I know what you do is important, but every time you leave, I'm afraid you won't come back. That's scares me.

“’m sorry, Firefly.” he said after he kissed you on the nose.

"I try to be more careful. It's just that as a leader, I can't play it safe. Everyone relies on me." 

"I know," you sighed as you pressed your face into his chest.

"Come on I'll make it up to you." he said with a smile as he picked you up and threw you on the bed.

you shrieked when he did that. "Here comes the tickle monster! Gaaahhh!!!"

A few hours later you two were lying in bed. Legs tangled together. Your head was on his chest. 

"Babe?" asked Ekko since you two hadn't talked in a while. "Mmm, Noodle Doodle?" he chuckled. 

Slowly he turned to you till you were facing each other. His breath over your lips. 

A quick kiss- "I love you, Y/n" "Mhm, I love me too." he pinched your side. "Ouch, I'm kidding! I love you too big baby."

Silco:

He's a busy man, everybody knows that.

so it was clear that he missed dates or couldn't spend as much time with you as he did sitting at his desk writing papers

but sometimes it looked like he liked the paperwork more than he liked you

And when he missed your anniversary, something inside you burst. And before you knew it, razor-sharp words flew between the two of you.

"I'm just saying you should spend a little more time with me! Hell, you even missed our anniversary!"

"It's just a day like any other! Don't be so resentful. I just have to work a lot not like you! Why do you think I am where I am right now!" 

"I don't want you to give up all your work! I just want maybe one hour with my boyfriend! It would be enough if you would sleep in my room, but hell you always fall asleep on your desk!" you said with a raised voice.

it was too much for you. Couldn't he understand? Couldn't he sacrifice even a few minutes for you, was that too much to ask? angry tears pooling in your eyes

he straightened up, trying to strengthen his dominance.

"Fine!" you snorted, walking past him. If he didn't want your company, you wouldn't bother him. Silco sighed, "Y/n-" too late, because you slammed the door to his office and ran into your room.

Hours passed. Silco was not looking for you. It was better that way. You looked terrible. Red eyes, a runny nose, tousled hair and a damn headache. 

At some point Sevika came to look for you. 

"you look like shit." "Mhm" "Ok what happened?" "Nothing." "I'll talk to him."

she went to him and told him no matter what kind of fight you had, you should end it and that it bothers everyone

silco just sighed and stroked his hair back.

Sevika was right, he knew that. He himself noticed how his thoughts drifted to you, his concentration dwindled.

He let himself sink back into his chair. It did not help. He has to talk to you.

You were lying under your thick blanket when a firm knock broke the silence

The door was opened and Silco entered the darkness of your room

"Y/n-" "What do you want?" you said somewhat briskly with a hoarse voice from all the crying.

Your back turned to him

He sat down on your bed, his weight made the mattress dip a bit

"Love, look at me” you turned around

His breath caught a little when he saw your red eyes. Had it really affected you that much? When he thought about it, he had really acted a bit coldly.

He exhaled a deep puff of air and put his cold hand on your puffy face

"I'm sorry darling. I didn't pay attention to your feelings and reacted coldly. That was childish of me. I know how much that means to you. and i hope i can make it up to you for the missed anniversary”

"Even if it's just a day like any other?" you said with a raised brow

“I'm sorry I said that, I didn't mean it" he whispered and pressed a kiss on your forehead

"Mhmmmmm you have to make it up to me with 100- no 1000 kisses. And I want cuddles." you command in a childish demanor

“Everything you want darling.”

[eisforeidolon]

Question: What was your funniest favorite episode and your darkest favorite episode?

Jared: Fuckin' great question. First off, welcome. Funniest? Here's something, I think I know my answer to funniest, but I will say, not funniest while shooting. Like, kind of nerve-wracking while shooting. And I would go to two episodes, French Mistake and Changing Channels. And we had a great time during those episodes, like we had a great time filming those episodes? But it was kind of nerve-wracking because you're like, are we ruining this? Are we gonna ruin the show? Is it gonna be alright, are they gonna still watch us? It's like, okay, let's just make it real. I think French Mistake would probably be my number one because the opportunity to make fun of yourself, on camera, that's gonna last forever? It's pretty fuckin' cool. One of the most heartbreaking or heart-wrenching? Man, I forget the name of this episode. There was an episode later on, and I've talked about this before, but - there have been a few times - well, the finale, the series finale was hard. Not all of it, obviously, there was a lot of fun stuff, but that fucking barn scene was heartbreaking for months leading up to it, 'cause we were in the pandemic. There was an episode prior to that where Jensen and I are standing outside the Impala and Sam is berating Dean for something? And I couldn't remember my lines. And that doesn't happen to me. And not that I'm cool or something like that - [audience discussing] - Prophet and Loss. And it was so difficult because, like - and I'm a professional. I know my job, I take it seriously, I prepare and I go to work and I do it. I give it everything I have. But my brain wouldn't let me find - I felt like I had dementia or something - and I don't mean to make light of dementia, I've had family with it who've passed from it. But I just was like, I don't know what I'm saying right now, I can't fucking remember what I'm supposed to do next. And it was so difficult to get through it, and I kinda realized later that it was because Jared didn't like what Sam was saying? And so it was really difficult to learn. I went home and I cried myself to sleep. And I came home - I came to set the next day? And my eyes wouldn't open. 'Cause I went home and I was like, fucked up, I fucked up, I ruined Sam, I ruined Supernatural, like what's wrong with me? Like I know I did my homework, I've prepped for days, weeks, months, whatever, for hours a day. And I just couldn't do it. And I think I realized - and funny enough, to an earlier question? Sacrifice was like that, for me. With the Sam and Dean bit of, like, you know what I asked for forgiveness for in there was letting you down. Like who do you go to next, another vampire? You know? It was so difficult to get out, that - like, there was a disconnect? Like my own body's self preservation mode that I don't know where it exists, like kicked in. Don't say that shit, don't say it. That ain't gonna feel good, you're not gonna like that. So I would say those two sequences in Sacrifice and Prophet and Loss were, in hindsight - at the time I didn't know! You go to work, you're like I know my lines, I can say all the words right now. And then you get in the scene, you're doing it and you're like, why is this so hard? Why am I not rem- I know I did my preparation. So those two would be the most difficult.

Jared: But yeah, French Mistake, and then Changing Channels like, [does the voice] Nutcracker!!! Which was, by the way, terrifying. That was probably my scariest because the machine legitimately - and it was, when we were there, they put you in these, like, ski boots. They have redone ski boots? So you're in and then they lock you in, and the fuckin' ball on the stick was a legit ball on a stick that went like this [mimes ball movement and makes noise]. And so they sat me there and they're like, okay, you see this X mark on the thing? You're like yeah yeah, I see it. And you're locked in, they're like okay, don't let your hips go past that. Like, [incredulous expression] I'm sorry? So if I'm here [mimes moving hips forward], I'm getting hit in the nuts. [moves hips back] If I'm here, I'm okay. And so I was like, I think the first take we did, they're like, okay, we're gonna go ahead and do the stunt. Which I didn't get hit, it just looked like it. But I think I was like, okay, so the X mark? And they're like, yeah. And I was like, okay [pushes hips way back], I'm ready! And they were like, you look really weird right now. And I was like, no, I feel good, I feel good. And so I finally had to go, and I think the first one, as soon as I knew, it was like three, two, one, I was gonna get hit? I go [makes pained face and leans back]. And they're like, Jared, listen, we're hoping not to hit you, we need you to hold a straight face until the machine does that thing. And I was like [high pitched voice] Okay, I got it. So that was probably the most physical danger I felt I was gonna be in.

[a-gay-little-cat]

(This drawing got way out of hand but. I'm attaching it to the OC interview anyways!!!! Thank you for tagging me @mail-me-a-snail!!!!) OC interview thingy under the read more :]

Name?

“Vito.” Nothing special or out of the ordinary here really. Though he doesn’t like giving people his surname. Scan him for it if you are so nosy.

Nickname?

“The Red Scorpion.” "...." “That’s a joke, it’s V.” His name is short enough to not warrant a nickname really but V is what he likes to use for business related stuff, keep it formal, keep it anonymous. Though I do think Red Scorpion is the name for his bike. And also the symbol he wears on his vest. He just really likes scorpions and any other desert critter.

Gender?

“Male.”

Vito is trans, has been for a good chunk of his life and he couldn’t be happier with it.

Star sign?

“Scorpio, much to my delight. No idea what it means though. Don’t really care for that kind of stuff.” Fun fact I was so close to making the joke of having Vito be born on the day the Arasaka Towers got blown up but then his age wouldn’t have aligned quite right. He’d have to be 53 during the main story but… still a joke in the back of my mind, might adjust it JUST to be funny, maybe not.

Height?

“Last I checked it was 5’8.”

It’s a pretty good height all things considered. He might appear a bit taller though thanks to the bit of heel on his boots as well as his hat he wears most of the time. He has no complaints about his height though.

Orientation?

“Whoever strikes my fancy.”

Vito is bi and doesn’t really have a preference. Just kinda lets himself be taken wherever his heart desires. (Sometimes that can be horrible ex-corpo men who have something really wrong with them. Shoutout to Lucian. What is wrong with him.) Though he usually doesn’t look for more than a fling. Not actively looking to date or find anything long term. (Lucian was kind of an unexpected case.)

Nationality/ethnicity?

“Born and raised in Mexico. Lived there a good while too.”

His parents likely still live there, he wouldn’t really know. Cut ties a long time ago and has kinda moved from city to city looking to follow his ambitions.

Favorite fruit?

“Hm… don’t have fruit a lot these days but peaches have always been my favorite.”

I can only imagine fruit is just kind of rare to come by, if not expensive. Vito’s never had a lot of money to his name all things considered.

Favorite season?

“Fall. It’s just right.”

Listen he may be used to hot climates but all that leather is probably a nightmare during the summer. And no he will not sacrifice his looks.

Favorite flower?

“Flowers? In this year and age?” He doesn’t know shit about flowers. He might like ones that bloom on cacti but… it’s not really his scene.

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?

“You can’t go wrong with a nice tea.” He’ll always pick tea over anything else. Coffee is… okay. But he doesn’t get the appeal. Vito especially likes any sort of red/fruity tea but he’ll give anything a try at least once.

Average hours of sleep?

“4…. 5… depends.”

And that’s on a good day. Especially in the height of everything with the relic he is lucky to get one or two hours of sleep. Pain is one hell of a bitch keeping him up. Very hard to get comfortable at all. But once that’s all over and he’s settled down it’ll probably end up closer to an average of 8 hours, at least.

Dog or cat person?

“Reptiles.” “...” “But if I have to pick? Cats.”

Vito isn’t one to really care for pets. He doesn’t hate them and will pet a dog or a cat if someone he knows owns one but that's about it. Doesn’t really need a pet of his own.

Dream trip?

“Not really looking to travel.”

As a guy who has moved from place to place, Vito doesn’t really… plan for trips. Most of his traveling was out of necessity and not because he was looking for a vacation spot. Somewhere outside of NC could be nice but he just doesn’t really think about it. Busy with other stuff. Also he would want to travel with Lucian and well……. who knows how that would go down.

Favorite fictional character?

“Pardon?”

Vito reads a lot but he’s not like… crazy about the characters or even really involved, it's just to pass time and relax.

Number of blankets you sleep with?

“.....2.”

He gets cold in his sleep and it's a nice weight. One hell of a fight to get out of bed in the morning though.

Random fact?

Vito loves putting together little models of things if possible. Doesn’t always have the time for it but… it’s fun and relaxing :)

Don't really know who to tag but hey whoever wants to do this with their guys feel free to go ahead!

[skullhaver]

Night, informal, wardrobe, makeup and alternative for Athren

This set of prompts truly is well-tailored (hah) to Athren's interests. And it gives me an excuse to share the art you created of him!

wardrobe: How big is your character’s wardrobe? Do they wear things threadbare, or can they afford new clothes often? Are they any good at mending and repairing their own clothing?

Prior to coming into a small fortune during the events of Dragon Heist, Athren's financial situation was like:

Food $200 Rent $800 Clothing $3,600 Books $150 someone who is good at the economy please help me budget this. my family is dying

He definitely spent way disproportionately above his means on both quantity and quality of clothes. Happily made sacrifices in other areas of his life in order to dress better. In his former life as a noble House servant in Menzoberranzan, not only did he have to spend all his working hours in a uniform, but his clothing choices during his non-working hours were heavily restricted by both his finances and his caste. Now that he's on the surface, getting to express himself through clothes is HUGE to him.

Athren likes having a lot of clothes, especially by the standard of renaissance fantasy pre-industrial-manufacturing. For him, clothes are an art collection. He never throws anything out. If something he wears frequently starts wearing thin, he'd mend, modify, or get it re-tailored into something new. For statement outfits (like the outrageous Sean Connery Highlander look worn to the Cassalanters' midsummer ball), it will have a place of honor in his closet forever as an art piece to display and enjoy.

He doesn't have the skill to make his own clothes, but he does know how to mend simple tears, replace buttons, etc. The kind of thing anybody who grows up poor or middle class would know. And he also knows a lot about maintaining clothing to keep things in excellent condition, although he is very happy to have enough money to pay other people to do his laundry these days. And I love watching YouTube videos about historical clothing, so I have definitely thought about how his clothes get washed.

I was having so much fun with these!! I'll put the rest under a readmore.

night: What does your OC wear to sleep? Do they have a favorite pair of PJs, or are they more the birthday suit type?

Going to take you through my thought process verbatim on this one.

Huh, never thought about this. Even sleeping/in reverie, he'd still want to feel luxurious. But he'd prioritize comfort, too. And what's physically comfortable would be something that's familiar to him. I wonder if spider silk is soft. It would be so funny if he used his Dragon Heist earnings for super special Underdark-imported spider silk pajamas. Hey isn't Rae's Dragon Heist PC Kiarhys from a merchant family specializing in textiles, with business operations both below and aboveground?

Something something I think there is a worldstate where Athren and Kiarhys meet via his quest for fancy pajamas.

makeup: Does your OC wear makeup? How often? What kind? Why do they wear makeup, and do they like it?

Rarely, but for special occasions or to coordinate with certain ensembles, sure. I'm quite partial to the way in The Mask of Mirrors men casually wear metallic eyeshadow/eyeliner sometimes. Also I think highlighter on his already nice cheekbones would be devastating. Davil should get to be quietly dazzled on a date where he sees Athren wear makeup for the first time.

informal: What’s your OC’s lazy-day look? How do they like to dress when they’re winding down?

Although I devote a lot of time to finding sumptuous Elizabethan outfit refs for Athren, the man does actually own regular, comfortable tunic-and-trouser renaissance fantasy staple clothes.

alternate: What would your OC’s alternate universe look be? If they’re a fantasy character, what’s their modern look?

The best way to capture Athren's sartorial sensibilities in a modern AU would be to put him in a semi-alternative fashion that looks flamboyant but still sharp. I'd dress him in the Black Dandy revival style. Some examples: The Iconic Dandy Wellington:

From Meet the Black Dandies:

[invisibleraven]

“ maybe i’ll stay here, stare at you all night. “ “ i'd appreciate it if you don't. “ = MASSIVE WILLEX VIBES.

All his life, Alex was told he had to adapt-get used to things. don't like broccoli? Too bad, it's what we're eating with supper and you can't get up until it's all gone. Not a fan of church camp? Well that's unfortunate because you're still spending all of July at Camp Enlightenment hearing about the wonders of Jesus.

So Alex adapted, made himself accept things just to get by. Like powering through his anxiety as best he could when his parents refused to get him meds. Drumming helped with that, but it wasn't until he started seeing a therapist who got him some Ativan in college that Alex knew what it was like to live.

He made himself small, invisible, straight until he couldn't keep it in any more. And found out no matter that he hadn't changed really, this new part of him made his parents incapable of loving him. So Alex refused to adapt, refused to take it back, and left home.

But this? This is something Alex doesn't know how he can adapt to.

"What do you mean you're a vampire?" he hisses at Willie during one of the dates.

"I meant what I said," Willie said with a shrug. "I got bit back in the eighties. Stupid mistake really, trusted this guy who promised me the ability to skate forever."

"But-but I've seen you out in the sunlight!" Alex protested.

"Oh yeah, that's a myth," Willie replied. "I mean I burn like super easy now, but SPF 100 exists for a reason."

"And the blood sucking?"

"Only with consent, and never enough to turn someone," Willie said. "I usually just go to this vamp friendly butcher instead. I can eat regular food too. Just no garlic obviously, gives me wicked hives."

Alex spends a lot of time that day learning all about vampires. Yes, the stake through the heart thing is true, but that would kill anyone to be fair. Willie does have a reflection, but is also allergic to silver in the worst way. He doesn't have a coffin, but he does tend to sleep later in the day. But he also works at a club for vampires at night, so the nocturnal thing makes sense.

Alex however, is not nocturnal, and by the end of it, is yawning. They'd gone back to his place hours ago. Willie had laughed at the inaccuracies in a vampire movie he found while they shared popcorn and soda. A completely normal night, if not for how WIllie popped his fangs out when Alex asked and just... never sucked them back in.

He yawned again. "Okay, time for me to hit the hay. See you tomorrow?"

"I dunno, maybe I'll stay here, stare at you all night," Willie joked.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't," Alex said wryly.

"So no to snuggles then?"

"Not if they are gonna be creepy Edward Cullen snuggles, no."

Willie barked out a laugh. "Fair enough." He pulled Alex in for a kiss, sweet and tender. "But if you change your mind... well you know how to find me."

Alex snorted. "Yeah, I'll call if I change my mind about being stared at all night, sure."

"Sweet dreams Alex."

Alex nodded and waved as Willie took off. He curled into bed, and almost immediately fell asleep, his dreams full of blood red imagery, Willie in a fancy cape, and some fun in a velvet lined coffin.

It was a weird dream.

And when he wakes up, it's still dark outside, Alex feels... lonely. Restless. So he pulls out his phone.

'The offer for snuggles still open?'

Willie texts back, 'On my way spider monkey.'

Alex grumbles at that, and really hopes that nickname doesn't stick. He had just gotten Willie to stop calling him hot dog after the incident on their first date. But he still smiles when Willie arrives a few moments later, spooning him back to sleep.

And he's still there in the morning, snoring softly in Alex's ear, though the blackout curtains are decidedly more closed than they were th night prior. Alex grins and snuggles further into Willie's hold, wondering what small sacrifices he could make to wake up like this every morning.

He turns and looks at Willie, thumbing over his brow, his cheekbones, the plush fill of his lips. Only to have Willie crack open an eye at him, smiling. "Creeper."

"You love it."

Willie pulled him in for a deep kiss, neither of them caring about morning breath, panting as they pulled back. "Yeah, I really do."

[xylomilo]

Ninja Headcannons

Cole

Any pronouns

Demiromantic Bisexual with male lean

Afro-Latino with a little bit of French from great-grandfather

NU Goth

Collects records

Short butterfly locs

Booba 🤲🤲🤲

Will eat anything and everything if it doesn’t leave his mouth

PTSD from the fall in March of the Oni 🥰

After DotD, the others (and him) kept forgetting Cole isn’t a ghost anymore so they kept hitting him and he kept bumping into walls for a while

His mother would make cake from him when younger, thus why he loves it so much

Releases stress by training, baking cakes, or listening to music

Likes to study the meaning behind song lyrics

Jay

Demi-Boy

He/They

Bisexual

3/4 Korean 1/4 White (Libber was half white half Korean)

Portable charger that never runs out

“BRO HIS HEART STOPPED BEATING” Jay: “Let me try” ELECTROCUTES HIM

Southern accent that faded away over time

Scene kid in high school

Mythology nerd

Everyone bullies him for being part white

Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons fan

Refuses to download Twitter bc his fans scare the shit out of him

Audhd(?) (Autistic ADHD)

Kai

Trans

He/Him

Pansexual

Half Filipino Half Argentinian

Used to sacrifice a lot of things just to see Nya happy (cough cough Kenny McCormick cough cough)

Switched names with Nya one day and got hit by the transgender-fication ray

Constantly refers to Nya as “sis” because she used to be the only thing he had

Only good at forging magical weapons (the opposite of Karlof lmao)

Allergic to seafood but didn’t know until he was talking to the others like “yk it’s weird how fish makes my lips tingle” and they went 😟😟

Used to have nightmares the day his parents disappeared

Has accidentally made so many fires out the most random things

Every sea creature hates him

Dragons adore him and Oni loathe him

Lloyd

Trans, non-binary

He/They

Achillean AroAce spectrum

Vitiligo

Japanese with a bit of Chinese from grandma

AUTISTIC ADHD HAVER 🫵🫵🫵🫵

Has never seen any pictures of his grandmother, only heard vague stories

Lots of animals like him. Like a lot. Bro is followed by anything and everything when he goes to the park.

Seasonal allergies (FUCKING LOSER (im projecting))

Collector of books he will never read, physical and digital

Old dreamsmp fan- the others still make fun of him for it to this day

Sleeps in the most uncomfortable positions and places but is somehow fine

Lloyd wishes he had stayed in contact with Brad.

Had matching bracelets with Brad, but Lloyd doesn’t remember where he put it

Lloyd sometimes stalks Brad’s social media pages to see what he’s been up to, but is too scared to actually follow him back. When they do though, they find out Brad blocked them on everything the day after.

Post season 16, Lloyd became a pet sitter for a while. Imagine their surprise when the door opened and he was face-to-face with Brad. Lloyd quit the next day.

Nya

Trans

She/Her

Bisexual

Half Filipino Half Argentinian

Really observant

Knows what Kai did for her when they were younger and she feels awful about it

Can manipulate water in people but it’s hard to do

Couldn’t remember what her parents looked or sounded like until Season 7

Used to steal a lot when she was younger to help her brother

Every sea creature likes her

Dragons are terrified of her

Wakes up in a cold sweat when her older middle-child senses start tingling (Red Green Blue Ghost by beloved 🙏🙏)

Her and Morro got intense beef like fist fighting type (middle child stuff)

“Babe why is your mom hot” “Nya istfsm”

Zane

He/They/It

Pansexual

Vitiligo

African-American

AUTISTIC 🫵🫵

Used to overheat a lot pre season 4 but his ice powers cancelled it out

“Oh this media is nice” proceeds to research it for the next twelve hours (me)

JAZZ LIKER, GET HIS ASS

Gets treated like a brand new iPhone by Acronix 😭😭

Doesn’t need to charge, being near Jay Is enough 😭😭

Kenny McCormick by how many times he has died

“Don’t worry guys, I can fix this problem” pulls out gun

Wakes up in cold sweat “MY STUPID BITCH SENSES ARE TINGLING”

Their heart is made of ice, literally (their power core is made of blue crystal and chronosteel, which is how the old EM gave Zane their powers)

PIXAL

She/They/It

Unlabeled

African

Collects everything and anything

“Aw, this is too expensive!” … “Wait I’m rich.”

Only wears turtlenecks and plaid pants/skirts

Small rivalry with Nya because everything PIXAL creates, Nya has created before

A little bit insane

Zane: Would you still love me if I was a worm?

PIXAL: You already are

“Woah, they’re laser focused!” and PIXAL is listening to celebrity drama videos

Likes watching people argue on Samurai X’s gender/pronouns (thinks its funny)

Acts like schlatt sometimes

Has a habit of speaking in a monotone voice and is genuinely surprised when people think it’s being rude

Brutally honest 😭😭 Kai will say “does this make my ass look fat?” and PIXAL will respond with “the opposite, actually.”