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stupidasfuck · 11 months ago

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Lando Norris x Reader

Soo this is my first fan fiction that I am posting. I have no idea if someone gonna read this or like it but if you read this I would be very happy about feedback.

English is not my first language and I am dyslexic so I apologise for any mistakes I made and didn’t find during editing.

Summary: after a long and exhausting race weekend Lando comes finally home and goes straight to you.

I am sorry I suck at summary’s haha have fun reading <3

Landos and your apartment 2:32 am

It‘s in the middle of the night when Lando comes finally home from a long and exhausting race weekend. One of the rare ones you couldn‘t attend due to your work.

Normally it‘s not a problem for you to fly with Lando to his races, some times a day later or two, but this time you had to stay at home because of a meeting that had to be held in person.

Lando hates to go to races without you. He needs you there, not just because you are his good luck charm but also his rock. He goes to you when he is overwhelmed, sad or just needs someone to hold him and tell him that you are proud of him, that he is doing amazing and that you love him.

But when your not with him he doesn‘t have that. Of course you talk on the phone or face time with each other but it‘s not the same.

He needs you with him, he needs to touch you in any way and if he just holds your hand in a meeting.

And on weekends like this when you are not with him, racing is even more exhausting. As much as he loves it, he loves you more and just wants to be home with you laying in bed, with his head laying on your chest, your hand brushing through his curls and watch the show you‘ve started a few weeks ago.

This means he is even more happy to come home and relax with you until his next race.

So when he opens the door to your shared apartment in the middle of the night he puts his bags down, hangs his jacked on the rack and takes his shoes of.

He then quietly walks to the bedroom. He opens and closes the door slowly so he doesn‘t wake you up. He strips until the only thing he is wearing are his boxer’s and crawls into bed next to you.

He slowly wraps his arm around your waist and puls you closer. You stir a little in your sleep and press your back against his chest and put your hands on his muscular armes.

Land smiles at the feeling of finally having you with him and being able to hold you again.

You stir a bit more and start to wake up realizing that the warmth your feeling is not just a dream. You open your eyes a little and blink a few times to see more clearly. You rub your hands over his armes subconsciously while your sleepy brain try‘s to realize what is happening. You turn your head a little to look behind you.

“Lando?“ you whisper.

“I‘m here sweetheart.“ He whispers back.

“I thought you wouldn’t be back until tomorrow?“

“Misst you to much to wait another night.“ He sais sheepishly.

“Oh baby.“ You chuckle lightly.

“Mmh go back to sleep Baby.“ He tells you burying his head in your neck smelling your freshly washed hair.

“Night Baby, I love you.“ You say snuggling back into the pillow and Lando.

“Love you to sweetheart, sleep well.“ It wasn‘t long until your breathing evened out and your sweet little snores filled the quite room. Londo loves the sound of your little snores it calmed him knowing you were there with him.

With your warm body presst agains him it didn‘t took long for Lando to fall asleep too knowing he was finally home with you in his armes.

So thats it. I hope you like it. If you found any mistakes please tell me. Hope you have a nice day <3

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #fanfic #formula 1 #f1 #f1 x reader #fluff #english is not my first language #ln4 #ln4 x reader #fiction

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jonahmagnus-research · 5 months ago

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M.r Magnus I wish I could jsut call you Jonag

Can Icall you Jonah. I like that name its a nice first name. Fid you knownmy nqme isn't actually Lena? ait was origially spelled Leena like with two ees but my mum said brits wojldnt be able to pronoucne that righy so she changee it to Lena eith one e...I misst the oth3r pronounciation the way my dad usee to pronounce it it was better. Feltb more like me

Anyeqys thats nto what I wanted to say I wanted to say you're really nice to me and I ddon't know why!!!! And I want to be youe friend, for realsies...I don't knowww I don't have any other friebds I just can't cannlt connect with peiple. Thee way other people do. Thinkt ehe's somethkng wrong with my brain. Badly. But if I coule be friendw with anhone I would want it to eb you. And not just flr tve datq

Regafs,

Lens Kelly, Office if Incdient Assemsnet and Repsine

I—thank you, I like my name rather a lot too. Given I'm now open about it... I suppose there's no point to avoid saying that I chose it myself, and so I appreciate the compliment even more. You may call me Jonah, and I hope that I am in turn permitted to call you whichever version of your first name you would prefer to me to use? Your name—and especially the original spelling of it—is lovely as well.

As to why I am nice to you—well, I try to make a habit of being at least polite to most people until they've done something to grievously offend me, for one. But... I don't know. I recognise something in you that is also in me, the same as when I'd first met Jonathan. And, just the same, I feel... fond of you much quicker than I would for most others.

I would be happy to be your friend, I think.

#tma rp

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eddiemunsonspantschain · 1 year ago

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I think we could all do with extra love at the moment… so I’m sending this to all of my favourite writers! 🤍✨ your writing keeps this community alive and we all adore you for it 🥰

Tag your favourite writers/fics below and keep the love going

Omg thank you!! This was so nice to wake up to esp not being fully online lately 😊💕🖤

edit: I missted the tag bit, here I go!!

@wroteclassicaly @corrodedcorpses @boomhauer @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @loveshotzz @trashmouth-richie @andvys @munsons-maiden

If you haven't read anything from these people, first off, what're you doing? Secondly, go to their blogs and just get lost in the sauce okay? I'll see you in a few days.

#rampage speaks #wroteclassicaly #corrodedcorpses #boomhauer #eddiemunsons-missingnipple #loveshotzz #trashmouth-richie #andvys #munsons-maiden

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gefionne · 2 months ago

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Hi Gefionne!

Have you been reading any good books lately? I recently read “A River Endless” because I saw you mention it, and I enjoyed it a lot.

I noticed you have written quite a few fanfics set in a historical AU. I can only imagine the amount of research this takes and as a fellow fanfic writer I would love to hear a bit about your process when you write these.

Do you enjoy reading historical fiction in general, do you have any favorites that you would recommend?

Hello, friend!

I'm glad you enjoyed A River Endless! I also enjoyed those books, since I've been on a fantasy kick in the past 6 months. I loved fantasy most as a kid, and while I moved away from it for a while, I reread the Shades of Magic series by V.E. Schwab and got yanked back into wanting to read fantasy.

Shades of Magic is a favorite, though iirc Schwab's first move from YA to adult fiction. It still has a very YA flavor because of that, but it's such an engaging world that I got sucked in. Totally wrote an OT3 fic based on the series when I finished it again this time lol.

Other stuff I've really liked lately:

Emily Wilde's Encyclopedia of Faeries and Emily Wilde's Map of the Otherlands by Heather Fawlett - I really like her prose style and the books overall are whimsical and endearing.

Catherine House by Elisabeth Thomas - Dark academia with a supernatural twist; reread it recently.

Daughter of the Moon Goddess and Heart of the Sun Warrior by Sue Lynn Tan - Also YA-flavored adult fantasy inspired by Chinese mythology.

Summer Sons by Lee Mandelo - I love this book. I will never stop gushing about this book. I reread it this summer because it's a creepy, humid Southern gothic that's queer af and has delicious prose.

In terms of historical fiction, I've had a lot of trouble connecting with it for quite a while now, despite having written a couple of meaty historical fics. There are some quirks of historicals that will bug me enough from the start that I can't get into them: mostly that they info dump the setting within the first paragraph with a laundry list of historical details that's like "Hey, look, I did my research!" but it actually makes the story sound like a freshman HIS101 paper, not a novel.

One of the toughest things about writing historicals is doing all that research and then judiciously weaving it into the story, not putting your whole-ass knowledge of details into every page. While of course I want to make the setting come alive with historical detail, in the end, the story is about the characters and their arc, so you have to walk this line of putting in enough detail to make it believable while not getting bogged down in the details. If a historical novel leans too hard on establishing the setting at the very start and less on introducing the characters, I tend to put it down because it seems like a book about the period, not a book about these people I'm supposed to care for. I might as well read non-fiction for that. All the historicals I've picked up lately--which, admittedly, isn't that many--have been like that, so I noped out.

My research for fics is not anywhere what would need to be done for a novel I'd be willing to query. I read 3 books about the Eagle Squadrons, watched a movie or two, and always had the internet's legion of aviation nerds at hand when I was writing my WWII Royal Air Force AU, but I still fudged enough that I'd be reluctant to do more than fanfiction with it. All historicals require some fudging, extrapolation, and creative license, but if I wrote an RAF novel, I'd have a far larger reading list.

For Limerence, the 70s English public school AU, I read a book of accounts of queer men and their experiences in public school, with some history of public school in general. Again, not half enough to float a novel, but perfectly adequate for my purposes of writing a fic for fun. The Good Omens fic that spans several historical eras is a product of internet research, and I believe one commenter found an historical misstep with tea, when it wouldn't've been available in the place Zira and Crowley currently were. I nodded to them for noticing the error, but didn't go back and fix it because while I put a lot of work into my fics and take them seriously as an art form, I'm comfortable with some anachronisms or imperfections in historical accuracy because I do, in fact, write these fics for fun around a full-time job, house, partner, and pet, and people can read them for free.

My advice for writing historical fics: pick up at least one non-fiction book about the period you're writing about, then see if you want to read more books or just chill on the internet. Decide how much you're comfortable fudging and what you need to be super accurate. Then focus on your characters and plot, using the setting to prop them up and make them come alive. The setting/time isn't the main focus, but you have to know enough about it to let your story unfold within its confines.

Anyway, this is so long and if you've made it all the way to the bottom, anon, that's lovely. I was just taking a break from my workday to reply, so it's back to the grind. ;-)

Love, Gef

#ask gef

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alternias-madness · 8 months ago

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Tasteful Serving

Truly, Vicnet couldn't think straight.

A quiet sigh as he stood on the balcony of his hive, a cigarette in between his fingers as he can faintly hear the restaurant chatter below him. Thankfully his balcony was facing away from the front, so no one could see the owner smoking like this.

His eyes gazed over to his phone, thinking of that one message, what does it mean? Of course Roddie would be working right now... Right? He hasn't gone down yet to check but-

Oh who is he kidding. He scowled, placing his cigarette in the ash tray as he pushes himself away from the balcony, readjusting his clothes before walking down the stairs to his restaurant.

He ignored the greetings of his employees as he walked around aimlessly, observing the place quietly. Though it didn't take a while for his scowl to get even worse, his feet swiftly moving towards towards the other waiter, grabbing him by the wrist.

ox[]::::> Emilio, where is Roddie? His shift started hours ago. <::::[]xo

The indigo scoffs, rolling his eyes, replying casually,

Wors↟ case scenar↡o, he's dead ↡n a d↡↟ch somewhere.

Before trying to pull his arm away, before he felt the grip on his arm tighten, and as his gaze turns towards his boss, a strike of fear went through him as he stares at angry red eyes, before he frowned, scared, responding back properly,

↟o answer your ques↟↡on, ↡ haven'↟ seen h↡m, don'↟ ↟h↡nk he even clocked ↡n. Probably e↡↟her la↟e, sk↡pp↡ng work, or, yknow,

His eyes gazes away, not sure if its a good idea to finish his sentence, sighing in relief when Vicnet removed his hold on them, hand reaching to rub where Vic gripped,

↡f yer ↟ha↟ despera↟e to f↡gure ou↟ some↟h↡ng, ask M↡ssfy, she probably knows sh↡↟ ↟ha↟ ↡ don'↟. Hell, why no↟ fuck↡n message h↡m yourself?

Vic stared at the other, before sighing, lightly pushing the indigo,

ox[]::::> Get back to work. Thanks. <::::[]xo

Emilio rolled his eyes, quickly turning to grab the tray of food before quickly running out, lightly cursing Roddie due to other leaving him to do all the work. Meanwhile, Vic pulled open his palmhusk, sending a message to Roddie while he walks around looking around for that stupid blueblood of a cleaning lady, knowing her, she's probably-

He slams open the door to the back area of the restaurant, eyes scanning the area before his eyes land on a familiar tuff of neat hair, putting his palmhusk back in his pocket before walking up to the blueblood, grabbing her by the scruff.

ox[]::::> Missfy. <::::[]xo

A big singular eye blinks up cutely at the purpleblood, before giving a wide wide grin

B⨀ss! B⨀ss! H⨀w nice t⨀ see y⨀u! Did y⨀u need s⨀mething? Need s⨀mething cleaned? Need s⨀mething disp⨀sed-?

ox[]::::> Not now, Missfy, I just wanted to ask something about Roddie. <::::[]xo

⨀⨀⨀H The cute br⨀nze boy y⨀u hired, right? Yeah I haven't seen him all night which is a shame really-

Vicnet listened to her ramble for a moment longer, before sighing, moving to place her down

ox[]::::> Thank you, Misst- <::::[]xo

⨀h! Th⨀ugh last shift I think I saw him talking with a funny indig⨀ guy!

He stops, pulling her back off of the ground, with a raised eyebrow as he nods, letting her continue,

Yeah! He had h⨀rns like this- And had a bunch ⨀f piercings, ⨀h ⨀h! And had hair ab⨀ut this length!

As she rambled, her made her hands form how the horns look, and then moves her hands to around her shoulder area with a wide grin on her face, making Vic scowl,

He was cute but he tracked dirt everywhere s⨀ I d⨀n't like him all that well-

ox[]::::> Thank you, Missfy, I think I know enough. <::::[]xo

Vic growled, dropping the blueblood onto her feet, watching her fact turn into some sort of excitement before he turned around to leave,

⨀⨀⨀h! Is s⨀me⨀ne in tr⨀uble?! Can I c⨀me-?

He shuts the door behind him, keeping his emotions in check, of course it has to be that fucking asshole, Jai, who fucking else would it be, fucking with his goddamn employees... And the fact they'd stoop so low to kidnap one.

His heel digs into the floor as he stops to a halt, hands twitching, before his frown deepens, turning again to Emilio, who was waiting for a dish.

ox[]::::> Emilio. I'll be out for a bit, you keep watch. I have some business to take care of. <::::[]xo

Wh-? Aaand he's already gone, grea↟. Alr↡gh↟, ↡ can deal w↡↟h keep↡ng wa↟ch...

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Roddie Lamare - @windy-trickster

#vicnet carbon #homestuck oc #hiveswap oc #fantroll #alternia writing #writing #homestuck #hiveswap #Emilio Arrouw #Missfy Leenis

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waddlegirl · 1 year ago

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Promise me you’ll dedicate yourself entirely to hedonistic weight gain. Binge yourself into an ever more beautiful and sumptuous version of you. Make the weekly weigh ins a marvel of accomplishment as the pounds roll on. Treat yourself to a dozen egg breakfast with bacon, hash browns and a good weight gain shake. Watch your body swell to MissT proportions while recognizing that you will never be big enough for your own desires. Do this for me Waddlegirl. And don’t for ñget to document it all.

Deal!

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yzeltia · 1 year ago

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Heavensward

Chapter 7: At the End of Our Hope

Characters: Jannie Eyradoux, Y'zel Tia, U'noloh Tia, Ysayle Dangoulain, Artoirel de Fortemps, U'rahn Nuhn

Rating: T

Notes: Dialogue taken from MSQ At the End of Our Hope and Knights be Not Proud

The snow of the western highlands blustered about unforgivingly, though the cold had already set in under the party’s travel clothes long before they’d left the high walls of Falcon’s Nest for the snowy broken up land to the north. Jannie’s anxiety was starting to surface as they followed the heretics’ snowy footprints, Y’zel seeking out his dear sister for answers. With them, the Miqo’te’s mercenary companion, U’noloh, who’d been patiently awaiting for them outside the walls of Ishgard since their initial departure.

A choice lay ahead of Y’zel soon: who he’d follow and Jannie was unsure just what path he’d design to take. Remain loyal to them for the sake of his cousin or unite with his adopted sister with the reality of what their actions had wrought upon his childhood home. U’rahn wouldn’t have the stomach to strike him down and Violet would be too hasty in doing so should he hesitate. No, if this went wrong, it would be her duty to see that he could do no further harm. She’d been the deciding factor in his spared life, and the advocate for joining them on their relocation to Ishgard. As for the mercenary with them, she was almost certain she could subdue him, at least long enough to make her escape after.

She shifted under the weight of her sword, making sure they weren’t followed, hoping to speak a bit more freely out of earshot of the templars and the young Lord Fortemps.

“Artoirel. I think he fancies you,” Y’zel said, ear twitching as he trudged through the snow.

Jannie stopped in her tracks, losing all sense of direction and self for a moment until a howl of wind brought her back. Y’zel and U’noloh turned, staring for a moment before she pressed forward, pushing by them.

“I do not know what you mean. His Lordship has given no indication that he’d fancy me and I have no interest in him. While polite, he looks down upon us. I get the sense he wishes for us to fail in our search,” she said in response, taking the lead up a slope.

Y’zel shook his head, “It’s in his eyes.”

“His eyes?”

“Yeah. Haven’t you ever seen someone fancy another and just give them that look,” U’noloh chimed in, shivering a little as he reached the top of the incline with her.

“He certainly has not given anyone else a second glance, and yet with you he lets his gaze linger,” Y’zel continued.

“I believe you are seeing what you want to see. Our interactions have been limited to our introduction and what you’ve personally witnessed recently in assisting with House Durendaire. There’s been no time for attraction, and it is certainly not one I would entertain. To start, we are of two very different social classes. Second, he is my patron. Such sights on his part would be inappropriate. Entertain your romanticism no further.”

“Different social classes? I’ve been looking into some records a friend came across and from what I’ve found you are no pauper. A woman Jannie Eyradoux was under the employment of one of the Heaven’s Ward and rumored to have been their Misst-“

Jannie turned on the mercenary Miqo’te quickly, hand on the hilt of her claymore. She’d never been quick to anger or to lose herself; however, in the moment she felt as if the Fury might possess her to remove the man’s tongue. “Another word and it will be your last.”

U’noloh held up his hands, shrugging a bit before turning toward an abandoned settlement as the snow lightened enough to get a bit of a distance, “Your secrets are yours then. But check that out. We heading there Zel?”

Y’zel exhaled sharply as he looked off into the distance before giving a little nod. “Yes. We should find them gathered there. Please Jannie. If my sister is there…Please let us speak,” pleaded softly.

“I will let you see your intentions play out; however, I will not stall my hand should I need to rise to the occasion.”

The Miqo’te nodded while Jannie turned her attention back to U’noloh.

“Threatening him so brazenly with his lover right in earshot. You just assume I’d let you take him away from me? I just got him…though, you’re a Warrior of Light, so I’d just as well be joining them in…I suppose Halone’s embrace. Not a flicker of the Warden’s love out here,” the mercenary sighed.

“It will not come to that. If you would listen to my sister for just a moment. I’m sure all will be explained. And…she can make things a bit clearer for everyone,” Y’zel assured them before leading them along.

U’noloh simply smiled and Jannie recoiled and followed Y’zel along. The mercenary wore thin on her nerves; however, it was not her place to direct her captive turned ward on the manners of suitable partners. Not to mention far from her expertise. She’d find herself to be a hypocrite. Still, she knew altruism when she saw it and that it was dangerous to flirt with. Y’zel was his exception.

Arriving at the farm, the trio slowed, Y’zel motioning for quiet and to follow him to the stables. Despite the place looking well-worn from abandonment, the chocobo pens seemed well cared for, fresh hay laid about. A draft of warmth washed over them as they moved deeper, heat escaping from a cellar below. At the top of the stairs, Y’zel stopped, pulling his cane from his back while U’noloh unsheathed his sword. Jannie too readied herself before following the more nervous Miqo’te into the depths of the room below.

For heretics gathered below before a wall etching of a dragon and woman. They chatted idly before spotting Y’zel. A look of relief washed over them before they noticed U’noloh swooping in from behind, Jannie not far after.

“We’ve been followed! Kill the traitor,” the wide-eyed swordsman demanded before parrying U’noloh’s swing.

“I-I know how to use this,” a cane-waving heretic cried out, flailing his rod toward Y’zel as the Miqo’te closed his eyes held his staff before him muttering.

“S-stay away from me! Please,” another cried out, Jannie walking slowly toward them, claymore defensively displayed before her.

“Y’zel, should you wish for this to end non-lethally, now is your chance,” Jannie called out.

The Miqo’te nodded before lifting off his feet and spinning in a flourish of his own aether before a bright white burst of light emanated from his chest. The heretics were sent against the walls from the blast, U’noloh and Jannie remaining unaltered by the release of holy magicks.

“It seems you’ve picked up a few tricks while you were with Y’mhitra,” Jannie commented, using her sword to roll over her former opponent while U’noloh quickly liberated the weapons and a few other things from the rest.

“My time with my cousin and time in Gridania brought to light certain abilities, yes,” Y’zel said softly, approaching the statue of the woman and dragon.

From behind alter, Iceheart revealed herself to the three of them. Jannie was quick to ready her sword again while U’noloh watched quietly, yellows eyes upon Y’zel as he weakly took another step forward.

“Looking for me, I presume,” the heretic leader asked, eyes narrowed.

“Sister. We-,” Y’zel started before feeling a strange aether surge from behind as Midgardsomr made himself present to them all.

“Ahh, the children who’ve glimpsed the truth,” the elder dragon growled.

U’noloh looked to the three, “What’s with the small dragon. You’re all set upon him like he said somethin’ profound.

“Hush,” Jannie ordered.

Ysayle stared at the creature before her gaze softened in surprise, “No, it cannot be!”

“She cameth unto me… as didst thou. Alike in gifts…yet set upon different paths.”

Y’zel looked over his shoulder at Jannie, ears giving a very subtle bob while Ysayle moved to relax her stance. The Warrior of Light too let her sword relax in her grasp, letting the woman speak.

“He speaks true, Warrior of Light. Like you, I have been blessed with the Echo much like Y’zel and the other two who share your mantle,” she started before lowering her gaze, “The visions terrified me at first. They came without warning. I wondered what I had done to deserve them and could only share them with Y’zel who could pick up on little fragments of what was happening to me.

“But I had not time to ponder such things once the Calamity came. The land turned against us, and in a matter of hours, Falcon’s Nest was buried under ten fulms of ice and snow. We had no choice but to flee for Ishgard. We came to the wall, and while we searched for a way through, there was an avalanche. And then we were alone.

“So we set forth for Dravania. I knew full well what might happen were we found, but we could not survive on our own.”

Y’zel gave Jannie a little nod while Jannie sheathed her sword, eyes not leaving Ysayle’s icy gaze as she stared her down.

“We were found, of course- and not by a mere dragon, but by the great wyrm Hraesvelr! And it was then I knew why we had been given this gift, for with it, we heard his voice, and I saw the truth through his eyes! I was chosen to deliver this revelation to the people to bring dragon and man together as they once were and should ever be!”

Y’zel dropped his cane then shook his head, “And what of the innocents who died when you attacked the Foundation sister! Killing civilians won’t bring them together! Those were my friends! Their lives were hard enough before you…before we-“

Jannie watched as Ysayle frowned, looking hurt by her brother’s harsh words as he began to sob. The woman shook her head, hand lifting to touch his ear before recoiling.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like that! You have to believe me! It was…beyond my control…Children taught to feat the skies, who saw their loved ones slaughtered…Yet the Dravanians-though they know where the fault truly lies-fell upon them with such fury…”

“Men die, and their children forget. But we are everlasting. To us, then is as now. Thou canst not comprehend the violation. The outrage. The fury,” Midgardsomr said, staring down Iceheart.

The woman looked to the ground again, “I will make this right. I am neither a saint nor a savior-just another sinner. Yet I will not forsake this cause. I cannot. I will see this cycle broken and peace restored.

“I…We can do naught else, for we are now as one…” she said before turning to leave, “Brother…”

Y’zel did not answer, looking away from the woman. Quietly, Ysayle left them while Midgardsomr took his leave in a puff of aether.

Jannie sighed then reached up to tighten the string on her bun while U’noloh looked around, eventually making his way over to pull Y’zel against his chest.

“So what? She apologizes and We just let her walk away? Don’t you think your Lord will be cross with us for letting her get away,” U’noloh asked.

“In the greater scheme of things, it’s best we let her walk free for now. Our little friend seems to know something more than he’s willing to tell us, as does Y’zel.”

Y’zel closed his eyes, pressing his face into U’noloh’s chest before opening them and looking back toward the Warrior of Light, “It’s not my story to tell.”

Jannie frowned then shook her head. Hearing the movement above, she looked to the stairway, “Come, our patron awaits answers. For now, let us keep what has happened here to ourselves until we can discuss this with the others in private. Your silence outside my watch will be appreciated.”

U’noloh simply shrugged then escorted Y’zel up and out of the cellar below. The three of them wrapped up their business promptly after, and after giving the young couple ample time to say their goodbyes, they returned back to the Fortemps Manor in the safety of Ishgard.

The Miqo’te returned to his guise as their retainer, remaining cloaked and quiet, made to stay at Jannie’s side while she warmed up by the fires while U’rahn napped on the opposite couch. She assumed Violet had immediately returned to The Forgotten Knight. As they relaxed, Artoirel approached the woman, dressed back in his finer clothes.

“I would speak plain with you Lady Eyradoux…I would speak plain. From the first, I questioned you and your party’s motive and competence,” he started, eyeing U’rahn for a moment with Jannie before returning to his thought, Unjustly, I now realize.

“Rumors have a way of growing more fantastic as they spread, and quiet frankly, those surrounding you and yours beggar belief. But Haurchefant swore that all the stories were true. He championed your cause and begged Father to grant you patronage…”

“Which we are all grateful for,” Jannie answered in turn, crossing her leg over the other as she looked up at the other.

Artoirel sighed, moving to sit opposite of her, careful not to interrupt the sleeping Miqo’te, looking toward the woman as they were the only two in the room. “My father duly listened, because for all his wisdom, he has never been able to say no to my dear half-brother, legacy of my father’s sole indiscretion. Mother hated him, of course. Even on her deathbed, she refused to acknowledge him. And…to be honest, she was not alone in her feelings.”

“Is this really something you wish to be telling me? Is this not all very personal family manner? Not to mention a poor reflection on your own personal character,” the Elezen asked.

Atroirel nodded, “Yes, but that is not the worst of it..at Camp Riversmeet, when we came upon the wounded knight, I knew immediately that one us would have to pursue the heretics. An onerous task, fraught with danger…And there you were, the savior of Eorzea and honored guest of House Fortemps. My new comrade-in-arms. One of Haurchefant’s dear friends,” he sighed, hand lowering, stroking over U’rahn’s ear absently.

“I told myself it was to be a test, but part of me…part of me hoped that you would fail. Yet you accepted the task without a word of protest, nor any sign of fear. And you duly tracked the enemy down, faced him alone, and lived to tell the tale.”

Jannie simply let out a hum, finding herself having accurately taken the measure of the man. “So then, you’re in awe of me? I was simply doing the job I was given to assist those who have taken me in when none would have me.”

“I would not say awe. Impressed. Enough to put my foot in my mouth, but I would not say awe.”

“Then is your self-deprecation leading to a point? Perhaps an actual apology? Speak plainly.”

Artoirel stiffened then heard a stray purr. His hand jerked from U’rahn’s ear as he abruptly stood, “Plainly, Haurchefant had the right of it all along. That I doubted your strength bespeaks mine own weakness. But I will not doubt you again, Jannie, on that you have my word,” he answered, giving her a deep bow.

Jannie flushed a bit and turned her cheek, “I am little more than a mercenary. I perform the duty that I have been blessed with or is needed of me. There is no reason for a man of your station to lower himself in such a manner, your Lordship.”

“Lordship? You seemed to have no trouble speaking your mind to me only a moment ago and now we’ve returned to formalities.”

“My time with Miss Fisher has relaxed my tongue; however, I am Ishgardian. I know my place and though I may have performed feats that…beggar belief; at the end of the day I’m just a daughter of a forgotten family. You may keep your word and I will keep my duty.”

“Well then…” Artoirel answered, hesitating a moment before wandering off.

Y’zel looked up to Jannie as she touched her cheek then set her palms in her lap before smiling to himself before returning to a frown. Catching this, the Elezen gave him her attention, watching as he moved to lean in deeper into the couch to get comfortable. She couldn’t know what was on his mind after his brief reunion. That he remained behind hadn’t alleviated her worries on his loyalty, but for now, she was left to continue to trust him. That keeping him close would bring to light more of Ysayle’s place in their new adventure.

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