#The Knight in Rusty Armor

[marylizabetha]

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Part 1

The knight in Rusty armor is the book by Robert Fisher. It is about a man obsessed with being a knight, not even taking his armor off to sleep. His armor, that started off beautiful and shining, becomes worn and rusty. When his wife threatens to leave with their child, he tries to take it off but it won't come off even with the blacksmith's help. The magician Merlin tells him he must accept that he has lost all of his life.

Part 2

The knight in rusty armor searches the woods for Merlin who tells him he only put the armor on because he was afraid the Knight tells him that he only wanted to be a good loving Knight. Merlin says he is afraid and someone truly good would not have to prove it. The knight in Rusty armor begins his journey on the path of Truth, where he will visit three castles. His goal is to learn to love himself. In the castle of Silence the Knight speaks to a King. He falls asleep and wakes up outside the castle and his helmet has fallen off. In the castle of knowledge he realizes he sought love of others because he lacks self-love. He realizes he can only truly love once he has learned to love himself. The Knight has spent so long trying to be the best but he hadn't actually enjoyed it. He promises from now on that he will follow his heart the arms and legs of his armor fall away. He crosses the bridge to the castle of Will and daring but the dragon of fear and doubt emerges. He knows that his fear and doubt are an illusion and that he is a good and loving person. As he moves forward the dragon's fiery breath cannot burn him. It becomes smaller and smaller until it is the size of a frog.

Part 3

The knight must climb a steep Cliff to reach the summit of Truth. A large Boulder blocks his path with the inscription, though this universe I own I possess not a thing for I cannot know the unknown if to the known I cling. He lets go of the Rocks trusting a greater force that he can know the unknown. He lets go of his guilt and excuses and takes responsibility for his actions. He feels calmness and finds himself at the summit of Truth. He is set free from his self-hatred and the rest of his armor Falls away.

[ashinaisshin]

fromsoftware: *makes wolf themed character*

me:

[scarymonsters-andsupercreeps]

OCs!

Lylah and Jack

[lunnefisk]

gotta show off my latest mech, FRENZIED ALACRITY / CRESTING DAWN, a super speedy pulse blade user i've had a lot of fun making decals for (more screencaps under the cut i couldn't pick one)

look at my gradients boy the warning was gonna say HIGH SPEED ACTUATION but that's a long word to fit on the mech

worked too hard on the mri scan decal for where i wound up putting it.... you really have to look for it

quick balteus s rank to make sure i was happy with the build and the appearance :3 i am definitely still a reverse joint legs stan but i like how zippy you can get on the alba legs

[tothesolarium]

I don’t have to be this way about colors and yet? I must

[cloverscomics]

hi I just went back to find your version of the knight in rusted armor from ggar and i just wanted to say im so glad you made it, its one of my favorite comic moments and i also recently read the actual knight in rusted armor book and i like your telling of the castle of knowledge much better.

(i also just kinda kept rereading past the retelling bc its been so long and id forgotten just how enjoyable ggar is, and you managed to pack so many wonderful little social moments and crises and resolutions im glad younger me read it and im glad i came back to it)

That's incredibly sweet, thank you <3

(makes me want to reread the original tale again!)

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Me whenever I step foot into a store marketed towards women

Like help I’m not supposed to be in here.

[cerastes]

Habe you ever had a "did we even play the same game?" moment with someone?

My favorite game ever used to be Metal Gear Solid 4, it’s still up there in my top favorites, and this time at a party I met a guy that said he didn’t like MGS4 because he felt like it ruined Snake as a character and that it misrepresented him. I asked if he could elaborate and his response was that they took this Rambo dude, this super manly war hero and emasculated him into a weak old man.

I need you to understand that Solid Snake was without exaggeration fundamental in my growth as a person: I am from a latino country, grew up in what’s widely considered the wrong side of the tracks in the middle of nowhere, being macho, manly, tough was incredibly important to me, because that’s how it was in there, and Snake (plus “The Knight In Rusty Armor” by Robert Fisher) basically made me question all of what I’d grown up thinking up until then, because Snake isn’t a badass because grrr manly beef jerky I kill and swear, he is this incredibly solemn guy who hates what he can do, but is the only one that can do it, and if he doesn’t do it, then nuclear war happens, or worse. There’s a whole angle of expectation as a narrative arc in regards to Snake: Meryl expected a glorious, boisterous war hero, Otacon expected a grizzled, badass action hero, Liquid expected Himself But Better In Every Way, Ocelot expected a tool and nothing else, Naomi expected a callous and cold killer… And they were all wrong, he is, ultimately, an exhausted man that cannot stop no matter how much he wants to stop, because if he does, the world might likely go up in literal flames.

So to hear this self-proclaimed superfan of Snake say this just made me skip anger and go all the way to pity. In-universe, those in the know of Snake worship him as an actual God of War, and it’s a common thing that gets addressed in-universe: The whole point of MGS2 is that Raiden could never have won if he tried to be Snake, because you don’t want to be Snake. Snake hates being Snake. Snake isn’t manly because he beat a tank on foot one on one, Snake is admirable because he does the right thing, even if he’s breaking down molecule by molecule as he goes and he wants nothing more than to fuck off and raise dogs in the arctic, but keeps on going anyways because he can do something about it. The most important message he imparts on Raiden and Meryl is Don’t Be Me; Create A World Where Snake Doesn’t Need To Exist.

I felt pity because if you feel like MGS4 misrepresented Snake, then you really and explicitly are exactly the kind of fodder PMC nobody that feeds the proxy wars in MGS4. I think only by skipping every cutscene you can come out thinking that way. The only thing super about him was ficial.

[marylizabetha]

The Rusted Knight Allusions to The Knight in Rusty Armor (Le Chevalier à l'armure rouillée) by Robert Fisher.

[twinkunhater]

Captured and Fucked

DOM! Karina x Sub (male) reader

"Insignificant, elven scum" a female knight spat on your face, she undressed you with her sword. Leaving small shallow slits in your body, as she was done. She threw you in one of the cages, slamming your back against the cold, rusty metal cages. As the carriage was moving you can hear them talking about what they'll be doing to your kind...

"They'd be a good slave" a female knight laughed. "A good fuck you mean?" Another spoked. As both of them laughed at each other's remarks, a knight slowly approached your cage, with her helmet off. "You look nice, what's your name?" She spoke with a strict and demanding voice. You stayed silent, as your voice was almost losing due to screaming for help as your parents were slowly being crushed by a wall. She looked at you "Not saying anything?!" She slammed her sword on the cage, testing if you were deaf. You covered your ears, your ears were sensitive to sound. She smiled "Not deaf, eh?" She spoke with a slight grin on her lips.

"Karina, stop teasing our captives jeez" A knight said in sigh. "You forget I'm the Captain in this squadron, Second at Command?" She laughed and all of the knights followed after. "So where we?" She uncaged you, and as she was about to reach for your face. You fully know you can't escape. She grabs your face and pulls it towards her, "Your. Name. Elven scum." she spoke it so casually like it's not some disgusting word. "Go kill yourself..." You spat back, hearing those words she pulled you hard.

Taking you out of the cage, now shes dragging you to show you off. "This little one here is feisty, should this be taught a lesson?" She held you up high with your neck, you never felt this kind of pain before... 'These disgusting, revolting humans... Do this to my kind?! This can't go in any fur-' as his inner monologue was interrupted. She dropped him, causing him immense pain in his knees. "Let's make use of you, we'll do what's left" her words are filled with every sinful emotion.

As she dragged across the barracks showing you off, to the towns square berating you, to the throne where the King and the Queen mocking and laughing at you. Still you stand resilient, but for how long can you do it? That question floated across your mind the entire time... "Hey" A voice interrupted you... It was her, "This is my quarters, from now on, you stay here and live here, got that?" You stood in silence, trying your best to be resilient.

"I said, you got that?!" Her words filled with annoyance, she came close to you. You looked at her, without hesitation she slapped you hard enough to make you fall on your knees. As you feel on your knees "AM I NOT LOUD ENOUGH?! YOU PATHETIC ELVEN SCUM, DO YOU THINK YOU CAN KEEP UP THIS STUPID RESILIENCE OF YOURS?! I WILL BREAK YOU, UNTIL YOU CAN NO LONGER STAND UP FOR YOURSELF!" You trembled on the ground, she grabbed you by the arm and threw you to her bed. Her strength is much, much stronger than the male knights back home, you fear whats about to happen after this... "Y-Yes!" I replied quickly to avoid any further noises, "Yes, what?!" She asked "Have you forgotten your place, slut?" She followed soon after. "Y-Yes, M-Master...".You sheepishly spoke, she then grabbed your head with he left arm.

You held her arm due to the immense strength she possessed, while pining you forcefully she ripped your clothes with her right arm. As your ragged clothes were ripped, she removed her armor. Revealing a very sweaty, sexy, perfect body. Her body was filled with scars from raging wars and battles, and her bush? Perfectly trimmed, not too much or shaved. She removed her hands off your head, as she positioned herself onto your cock. She lifted your legs, spreading them and stretching up to your chest.

You were flexible but you stiffen as she aligns your perfectly sized cock into her wet, pinkish gates. Without further foreplay, she slammed herself onto you. Pleasure shot like lighting into your brain, it was almost unbelievable how she can do this without any kind of hesitation. "You like that? Elven slut?" She said as she slammed herself, it felt like she was annoyed at me. It hurts, you tried pushing her legs off of you, tried removing her arms off of your sides. Your position was not something to be proud of, you were turned into a female where your legs are spread and your cock open. In short, you were in a reverse missionary.

You can only cry and moan, as she drains you off of your semen. "Elven cum does feel way hotter, huh?" She told herself while she grabbed her armor and left... You only lay there, drained, tired, legs shaking. It felt painful, but it was scarring for your dignity.

Moments later, she entered the room, angry. She grabbed your neck like a toy and told you. "Strip, now." You looked at her while your hands were at her arms holding it firmly to keep yourself stable. Your neck hurts, but then she drops you. Kicking you, it hit your face. You nose and mouth bled, she then approached you. Still on the ground she grabs your hair, pulling you to face her. "Hesitate again, I'll not only kick your face. Got it?" She said, while you only nodded as the blood in your nose and mouth ran down...

It felt like you were nothing, almost like a toy to be used senselessly. You know if you even fail to do your "Job" you'll be replaced and be put somewhere much horrid...

End of Part 1?

[remembrancersticky]

Down bad freak mode for the most emotionally constipated blueberry

It’s been about 6+ years since I last picked up a pencil and drew, but I decided to get back into it. Im still very rusty as you can tell.

Enjoy some grumpy Sicarius and ignore my lead smudging, I’m left handed.

[stone-stars]

character descriptions and stats we know for the skaldova mini campaign!

they’re all level 3 human fighters, meaning with the 24 rules they’ll also get two feats (from human and from background)

Boggy Rodger (Caldwell)

Battlemaster (one of his maneuvers is ambush)

Lucky feat, Alert feat from the criminal background

Boggy is a lumbering mossy mound of a man. He wears a drab green cloak, tall waxen boots, and a brown floppy hat that covers every part of his face save for his bushy black beard and piercing blue eyes.

Zudrick (Murph)

Steelhawk

Savage Attacker feat from the soldier background

Zudrick looks like a rusty dark souls knight, like a knight in dark souls that doesn’t attack you but you can tell that he’s gone mad. So, just soaked in blood in rusty armor head to toe, has his full helm on, you just see the grate— has an enormous anime sword and a giant bag full of something bloody. You see crows around him.

Welly (Emily)

Rune Knight (reflavored as the gods not giants, one of her runes is the cloud giant rune)

Musician feat, Savage Attacker feat from the soldier background

Welly Hamdam, a disgraced knight of the order of the oaken oar. She is rosy-cheeked and dimpled, with cherubic wisps spilling from her mousy hair that she’s braided into a halo around her head! A halo braid! She’s got an elizabethan collar, poking out from barnacle-encrusted plate mail, and a sea-green tabard embroidered with a wave and an oar and accented with river-pebbles! She’s also got a quill made from a heron feather tucked behind her ear, and a bark-bound folio, as well as a bunch of weapons strapped to her back with oak handles.

[wonubby]

GOL PARI JOON ! - K. BAKUGO

chapter 01: he's so gorgeous

SYPONOSIS - at U.A, y/n is known as Gol Pari, the untouchable flower fairy. admired by all, wanted by many, but she rejects them all without hesitation. yet, the only one she desires is katsuki bakugo, the one guy who doesn’t care. and y/n isn’t used to being ignored.

CONTENT WARNING - swearing, suggestive jokes, reader is harrassed, bakugo being bakugo, reader fawning over bakugo's biceps

TAGLIST - @windyremedy @kenmacantakemeaway @y4r-3 @raytoebiter @nikisgfff @anything4yoongi @bluejaylo @amenabiii

WORD COUNT - 532

translations: joonam - my life, azizam - my dear, eshgham - my love, pesaram - my boy (i didnt really know how to say this bc my farsi's a bit rusty but..)

previous - masterlist - next

minutes ticked by as y/n impatiently waited in the bathroom, arms crossed, foot tapping against the tile. where the hell was her knight in shining armor?

this wasn’t new—being attractive came with its fair share of annoyances, especially in a hero school. usually, she had her friends around to keep things from escalating, but luck clearly wasn’t on her side tonight.

some guys just had no shame. it was almost comical how the same ones who claimed to "like" her turned into the biggest creeps when rejected. honestly, being a pretty girl was exhausting.

a sharp, familiar voice cut through the air.

"oi, freak. the fuck do you think you're doing lurking outside the girls' bathroom?"

y/n’s shoulders instantly relaxed. bakugo. finally.

the guy outside barely missed a beat. "huh? oh, hey, man! my girl’s in there. just waiting for her to finish up."

liar.

bakugo’s eye twitched. "you’ve got five seconds to beat it. if i ever catch you hovering around here again, i’ll blast your sorry ass to hell. got it?"

his gaze darkened as he recognized the guy—the same idiot who always left y/n chocolates like he was some tragic romantic lead.

a shaky breath. a muttered, "you got it." and just like that, he was gone, scurrying off like a kicked stray.

pathetic.

"hey, brat. you can come out now. he's gone."

the second the words left his mouth, y/n flew the door open, immediately wrapping her arms around him.

"kats! thank you so much. i was starting to think i'd have to sleep in there," she mumbled into his neck, her grip firm as his hands instinctively rested on her hips.

bakugo, caught off guard, stiffened before quickly pushing her off with a grunt, cheeks tinged pink. "tch, whatever. you needa get your fanbase in check, joonam. can’t be the number one hero if the only one i’m saving is you." bakugo teased, saying the nickname mockingly.

y/n grinned, hearing the endearing pet name slip from his mouth. "don't tell me you're getting soft on me, kats. you know how i love my men all hot-headed and mean." she stretched out the word "love," batting her lashes up at him, amusement twinkling in her eyes.

scoffing, bakugo turned on his heel and walked off without another word, but she didn't miss the way his ears burned red.

not that she could even be annoyed at him at his impudent behaviour. how could she, when he looked like that? the black compression tank clung to him like a second skin, every defined muscle practically carved beneath the thin material.

pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, y/n let out a small chuckle, shaking her head before heading back to her dorm.

where, of course, she wasted no time filling the girls in on their little interaction.

"c’mon, jirou, you just don’t get it! who cares if he’s nasty or mean? he’s sooooo gorgeous, i just want to—"

"y/n, i beg you, do not finish that sentence!" jirou groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "i can't sit through another rant about how oh-so-sexy his biceps are or, god forbid, what you think his reproductive organ looks like."

y/n smirked. "we all know it sits at a solid 8.4—"

a pillow flew straight into her face.

"SHUT UP!" both mina and jirou screamed in unison, leaving y/n in a giggling fit.

© 2025 wonubby— All rights reserved. Please don't post my work as your own on any other sites.

[koszmarnybudyn]

Sooo this was just suppose to be some sketches/ideas for an au i had thought of a while back but then it turned into this.

Also a rant about design choices:

John as a dragon has been on my mind for ages now, and today i thought of the masks as armor/scales idea, plus the deer mask because i do love me a creepy dear mask. He also has freakish human hands because i really enjoy that in my designs for him. And of course the colors are the artist that made the kiss inspired. He's a bit more cute i think, than how i usually draw him because the tendrils look more fluffy.

Arthur's a knight, in rusty armor, because he still needs to look scrappy, yes this was an excuse to give him longer hair and a beard. The creast is all messed up because well i think he used to work for a Saltzman's maybe (i think he was just a normal guy but then he married Bella and she was a noble/rich and he was kinda forced to become a knight, he was a bard before maybe, so after she died this armor's been basiclly just rotting somewhere). Theres Yorick because i enjoy him a lot. And i gave him a copper colored sword in a yellow sheath (because of course). I think he's still blind here.

Idk the plot honestly, this is mostly the rule of cool and my love of au making so hope you guys enjoy.

[its-avalon-08]

Hai its-avalon-08,

I had an idea for a Logan Sergeant fic.

Can you do a Logan Sergeant x fem reader story; where Logan is invited to play a videogame with some of the rest of the grit. But he just started playing the game, and the rest of the group has played the game for some time and have really high level characters. So Logan feels a bit useless. So in the summer break he gets to know reader, maybe she see him struggling with is in a cafe or something. Not knowing she is really good at that game. And she helps him to level him up. And after the summer break the group play again and find out about Logans improvement. So Logan invites reader and they can believe how Logan gets help from a famous gamer.

If you can make it all platonic or Logan and reader getting a relationship is up to you.

And for the group members of the other drivers is up to you too.

level up (ls2)

✦ pairing - logan sargeant x female!reader

✦ genre - self doubt, fluff, logan being cute

The sun shone bright over the summer streets, bathing everything in a warm golden hue as Logan Sargeant sat hunched in a small corner of a cozy café. His eyes were glued to his phone, fingers tapping furiously at the screen. He wasn’t scrolling through social media or checking emails — no, Logan was fighting a battle. A virtual one. And one he was miserably losing.

A frustrated sigh escaped his lips, and he leaned back in his chair, letting his phone fall on the table in defeat. He didn’t know why he had agreed to play Legends Unleashed, the new game that had taken the Formula 1 grid by storm. It was a role-playing game where the drivers were tasked with taking on mythical quests, battling monsters, and leveling up their characters. The only problem was, Logan had just started playing. The rest of the grid, seasoned veterans by now, had characters with insane stats, fancy armor, and rare weapons. Meanwhile, Logan’s character — a low-level knight with a rusty sword — was stuck losing to even the weakest enemies.

He could still hear the teasing from the last game night echoing in his head.

“Logan, mate, that was rough,” Charles Leclerc had laughed, his voice crackling through the headset.

“Did you even hit the boss once?” Lando Norris had chimed in.

It wasn’t malicious. Logan knew that. It was all in good fun, but it stung nonetheless. He wasn’t used to feeling so out of his depth — not on the track and certainly not in a video game. But this game had turned out to be a much bigger challenge than expected. And now, with the summer break in full swing, Logan found himself with no races to distract him from his embarrassing performance.

As he took a sip of his coffee, he glanced around the café, hoping to clear his mind. His gaze flickered over the familiar faces of regulars and tourists enjoying their day, but it eventually settled on a girl sitting a few tables away. She had her laptop open and was intently focused, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she clicked and typed with ease. Something about her caught his attention — maybe it was the determination in her expression or the way she seemed completely engrossed in whatever she was doing.

Logan frowned, noticing the game she had minimized on her screen before returning to her work. His eyes widened slightly. Was that… Legends Unleashed?

He shook his head. It was probably just a coincidence. Tons of people were playing that game now. It didn’t mean she was some kind of expert. But then again, she didn’t have the look of someone who was just casually playing. Her focus was too intense, her movements too precise. Could she be good at it?

Before he could stop himself, Logan’s curiosity got the better of him. He stood up, gathering his things, and made his way over to her table. Clearing his throat, he caught her attention.

“Hey, sorry to bother you,” he began, a little unsure. “I couldn’t help but notice… are you playing Legends Unleashed?”

Y/N looked up from her laptop, a small smile playing on her lips. “Yeah, I am. You play?”

Logan scratched the back of his neck, feeling sheepish. “Uh, I’ve tried. Let’s just say I’m not exactly good at it.”

Her eyebrows raised slightly. “Not good? It’s a tricky game, I get that. How long have you been playing?”

“A couple of weeks,” Logan admitted with a rueful smile. “But it’s hard to keep up. My friends are way ahead of me.”

Y/N tilted her head, intrigued. “Well, it sounds like you’ve been thrown into the deep end. But don’t worry. With some help, you can get there.”

Logan chuckled. “I think I need a lot more than some help. The last time I played, I was more of a liability than anything else.”

Y/N leaned back in her chair, tapping her fingers thoughtfully. “Tell you what — if you’re serious about getting better, I can help you. I’ve been playing for a while.”

Logan’s eyes lit up, his surprise evident. “Really? You’d help me?”

She nodded. “Sure. Everyone starts somewhere, and it’s more fun when you can hold your own. Plus, I kind of enjoy teaching people.”

Logan couldn’t believe his luck. Maybe this summer break wouldn’t be so bad after all.

As Y/N closed her laptop and got up, offering him a knowing smile, Logan felt a strange sense of relief. Little did he know, this café encounter would be the start of his comeback — and that Y/N was far more than just a casual gamer.

But for now, all Logan could focus on was the unexpected offer of help, completely unaware of the storm he and Y/N would stir up when the rest of the grid found out.

The summer break had just begun, and Logan Sargeant was about to level up — in more ways than one.

time skip

The sun had long set, casting the city in a soft, peaceful glow. Logan lay sprawled out on his couch, his laptop balanced on his knees and his headset firmly in place. The flickering lights from his game illuminated the dark room as the familiar sounds of Legends Unleashed filled the air.

“Okay, Logan, you need to time the dodge right after the first attack,” Y/N’s voice instructed through the headset, her tone both patient and teasing. “You’re still getting hit because you’re hesitating.”

Logan rolled his eyes, his character taking yet another hit. “I swear I’m dodging, Y/N! This boss is just ridiculous.”

On the other end of the call, Y/N’s laughter rang out, soft and infectious. “You’re dodging too late. Watch the movement of the arm, not the weapon.”

They’d been doing this for weeks now—spending hours gaming together, their late-night calls becoming routine. What started as simple game tutorials had turned into something much more. There were moments when they’d be in the middle of a game, only for Logan to get distracted by her voice or the way she’d make light of his constant failures. He often found himself zoning out, just watching her on the tiny screen where they video chatted while playing.

Like right now.

Y/N’s voice became background noise as Logan’s eyes drifted to her face, illuminated by the glow of her laptop screen. She was sitting in what appeared to be her room, comfortably propped up against pillows, her hair loosely tied back. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched her explain the intricacies of the boss battle. She was so animated, so passionate. The way her eyes lit up when she spoke about strategies and the small laugh she had whenever he missed something obvious was quickly becoming one of his favorite things.

“Logan? Logan!” Y/N’s voice broke through his daze, and Logan blinked, snapping back to the game.

“Huh? Yeah, sorry,” he muttered, feeling his face heat up slightly as he realized he had completely zoned out.

Y/N chuckled, clearly amused. “Were you even listening to me?”

“Uh, yeah… definitely,” Logan lied, hoping she didn’t notice. But the knowing smirk on her face told him otherwise.

“You were staring at the screen again, weren’t you?” she teased, leaning closer to her camera. “I swear, you zone out so much I’m starting to think you enjoy losing.”

Logan laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “Maybe I’m just strategizing, ever think of that?”

“Strategizing by staring at my face? Interesting approach,” she quipped, her smile widening.

Logan’s heart skipped a beat at her playful tone. They’d developed this rhythm — this back-and-forth banter that felt effortless. It was something he hadn’t realized he’d been missing until now. It was like he’d found a new kind of comfort, one that wasn’t just about learning the game. Y/N had quickly become someone he looked forward to spending time with. Their conversations had gone from strictly game-related to late-night talks about life, racing, and random things that made them laugh.

"Okay, okay, maybe I was zoning out," Logan admitted with a grin. "But you make it hard to concentrate sometimes. You get so into it."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Oh? Is that a compliment or an excuse for why you're still losing to a level 30 boss?"

Logan chuckled, his cheeks reddening a bit. "Probably both."

There was a moment of silence between them as they both focused on the game again. But Logan couldn't shake the growing realization that his feelings toward Y/N were changing. The more time they spent together, the more he found himself drawn to her in ways that surprised him. She was funny, smart, and effortlessly cool in a way that made him feel completely at ease.

He didn’t just look forward to the gaming anymore. He looked forward to her — to the way they’d laugh until the early hours of the morning, or how she’d tell him stories about random things that happened during her day, or how she'd make even the most mundane game tasks feel like an adventure.

"Alright, we’ve been at this for a while," Y/N finally said, breaking the comfortable silence. "I think you’ve earned a break from getting your butt kicked."

Logan sighed in mock relief. "Thank God. I was starting to think I’d never get past this boss."

"You will," Y/N assured him with a soft smile. "You’re getting better, you know. Much better."

Logan’s eyes flickered to her again. Her tone was so genuine, and the way she smiled made something in his chest tighten. He knew she meant it, and for some reason, her words felt like more than just praise for his in-game performance.

"Thanks," Logan said quietly, his gaze lingering on her. "You’ve been a great teacher."

Y/N shrugged, brushing off the compliment like it was nothing, but there was a hint of pride in her expression. "Well, you’re a pretty good student."

They both fell silent again, but this time it wasn’t awkward. It was the kind of silence that felt comfortable, almost intimate, as if they’d said everything they needed to without words.

"Same time tomorrow?" Y/N asked, breaking the moment, her tone casual.

Logan smiled, his heart racing a little at the thought of another night like this. "Yeah. Same time tomorrow."

As they both logged off for the night, Logan lay back on his couch, staring at the ceiling. He should’ve been focused on his upcoming race or how much he still needed to improve in the game. But all he could think about was Y/N — and the way she made everything feel a little bit better, a little more exciting.

And as much as he loved the game, it was those late-night calls, those small moments of goofing around with her, that had him looking forward to tomorrow the most.

Logan was leveling up, sure. But it wasn’t just in the game anymore.

time skip

The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the horizon as Logan anxiously glanced at his phone. The night had finally arrived — a game night with the rest of the grid. But this time, there was something different. This time, he had a secret weapon.

"Everything okay?" Y/N’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. She stood beside him in his living room, looking far too calm for what Logan was feeling.

"Yeah, yeah," Logan mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess I’m just… nervous."

Y/N tilted her head, amused. "Nervous about what? You’ve been doing great lately."

"Not about the game," Logan clarified, shaking his head. "It’s just… I invited the rest of the grid over, and I didn’t tell them about you. You know, that you’ve been helping me." He paused, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I kinda want to surprise them."

Y/N chuckled. "You mean, you want to wipe the floor with them."

Logan grinned. "Maybe."

There was a knock at the door, and Logan’s nerves kicked into high gear. "They’re here."

He opened the door to find Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, and George Russell standing outside, each carrying a different bag of snacks and drinks.

"Look who decided to finally host!" Lando announced, patting Logan on the back as they walked inside. "What’s the occasion? Felt bad for getting wrecked last time?"

Logan rolled his eyes, shutting the door behind them. "Something like that."

The guys walked into the living room, exchanging pleasantries with Y/N, not knowing just how involved she was in what was about to go down.

"So, Logan," Charles began, already sinking into the couch. "You ready to lose again, or did you actually practice this time?"

Logan shot him a confident look. "You’ll see."

"Well, I’m excited to see this ‘progress’ you keep talking about," George teased. "Last time, I thought I was watching a training video on how not to play."

"Ha ha, very funny," Logan replied, rolling his eyes. "Just wait."

As they all gathered around, setting up the gaming consoles, Logan couldn’t help but notice how cool Y/N was acting. If she was nervous, she didn’t show it. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying the pre-game banter, sitting cross-legged on the couch and watching the guys with an amused smirk.

"Alright, let’s do this," Lando said, rubbing his hands together. "Logan, you’re gonna need a miracle to get through this one."

Logan exchanged a look with Y/N, who gave him a subtle wink before they all logged into Legends Unleashed.

The game kicked off, and almost immediately, the rest of the grid noticed something was different. Logan wasn’t the weak link anymore. In fact, he was holding his own — dodging attacks, landing perfect hits, and strategizing like a seasoned pro.

"Wait a minute," George said, his voice full of disbelief. "How the hell are you doing that, Logan?"

"Yeah," Charles added, his tone equally shocked. "Since when do you know how to time your moves like that?"

Logan grinned, leaning back in his chair. "Oh, you know… just practiced a bit."

"Practiced a bit?" Lando exclaimed, eyes wide as Logan’s character took out a particularly tough boss in record time. "Dude, did you hire a coach or something?"

Logan glanced at Y/N, who was quietly sitting to the side, clearly enjoying the confusion. He could’ve revealed her identity right then and there, but where was the fun in that?

As the game continued, Logan kept surprising everyone, his movements smoother, his decisions sharper. The guys were losing it.

"Okay, this is insane," George said, throwing his hands up. "You’ve leveled up like, a hundred times since the last game night!"

"I’m telling you, Logan’s been holding out on us," Charles muttered, leaning forward in concentration. "This isn’t the same guy we played with a month ago."

Just as the final round was about to start, Logan turned to Y/N. "Hey, you want to take over for a bit?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a small smile on her lips. "Are you sure? I don’t want to embarrass anyone."

"Please," Logan said, smirking. "I think they deserve it."

She shrugged and took the controller, her hands moving with the kind of ease that could only come from experience. Within seconds, she was effortlessly leading the charge, her character cutting through enemies with precision.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Lando nearly shouted, sitting up straight. "Who’s playing now?"

Y/N grinned but stayed focused on the screen. "That’d be me."

The room went dead silent as the rest of the grid watched in stunned disbelief. Y/N’s gameplay was flawless, and it wasn’t long before they started putting the pieces together.

"Wait a second," Charles said slowly, his eyes narrowing. "You’re… you’re not Y/N from GameChix are you?"

Logan looked at Y/N in confusion. "GameChix? What’s that?"

Y/N let out a soft laugh, pausing the game to face him. "It’s… well, it’s a gaming channel I’m part of. A pretty popular one, actually."

"Pretty popular?" George repeated, looking like he’d seen a ghost. "You’re literally one of the top-ranked Legends Unleashed players in the world!"

Logan blinked, completely dumbfounded. "Wait. You’re famous?"

Y/N smiled sheepishly. "I guess you could say that."

Lando’s jaw dropped. "Mate, how did you not know? Y/N’s a legend in the gaming world! She’s like… a god at this game."

Logan felt his cheeks flush as the rest of the grid erupted into fanboying.

"I can’t believe we’re sitting here with the Y/N!" Charles gushed. "I’ve watched your streams for years!"

"This is unreal," George added. "I’ve been trying to beat your dungeon records for months!"

Logan could only watch as his friends lost their minds over Y/N, who took it all in stride, looking a little embarrassed but also clearly used to this kind of attention.

"You’ve been playing with a pro this whole time?" Lando asked Logan, incredulously. "Dude, no wonder you’ve gotten so good."

"Uh, yeah," Logan replied, still processing the fact that Y/N was way more famous than he’d realized. "But honestly, I didn’t even know."

"Well, now you do," Y/N teased, nudging him lightly. "Guess I’m more than just your tutor."

The room buzzed with excitement as the guys peppered Y/N with questions, asking about her strategies, her favorite in-game moments, and how she got into professional gaming. Logan watched her, half in awe, half amused at how cool she remained, even with the grid completely fanboying over her.

As the night wore on, the excitement eventually died down, and the others headed out, still in disbelief over the surprise twist of the evening.

Logan walked Y/N to the door, still shaking his head at everything that had happened. "I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were a famous gamer this whole time."

Y/N laughed softly, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him. "Well, I figured it didn’t matter. You weren’t exactly hiring me for my fame."

Logan chuckled, his heart racing a little as he met her gaze. "No, I guess not. But… thanks. For everything. You’ve made this whole thing way more fun than I expected."

Y/N smiled, and for a moment, the playful teasing between them faded. The atmosphere shifted, a quiet tension filling the space between them. Logan wasn’t sure when it had happened, but somewhere between all the late-night gaming sessions and their growing friendship, he’d started feeling something more. Something that made his pulse quicken whenever she was near.

Before he could think too much about it, Logan leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a soft, hesitant kiss. Y/N responded immediately, her hand gently resting on his arm as she kissed him back, the moment both tender and electrifying.

When they pulled away, both of them were smiling, breathless and a little stunned by what had just happened.

"Well," Y/N said softly, her voice teasing again, "that’s one way to end game night."

Logan grinned, his heart still pounding in his chest. "Best game night ever."

[chris-prank]

Hello and happy holidays! I'm not sure if the requests are actually now open or if there's still a wait so if it is just ignore this and I'll send in the ask later! (You can delete if you want to)

But if it isn't closed

I've been thinking about hologram!reader (like hatsune miku) and our dear boy Atlas

Just Atlas finding a popular hologram singer who is actually fully conscious but hides it since they have a pretty good (yet lonely) life

Android and Android-esc lovers <3

- Anon💤 (P.S. again sorry if I sent it in before the asks were open!) (P.S.S. and I have many ideas I've thought up since the last ask so I'll be trying to send them all in but don't feel like you have to answer all of them!! Please take care of yourself first and foremost!)

Sleepy anon!!!! It’s so nice to see you again and wish happy holidays to you too, even if I’m late 😅

I loveee your idea! Especially because with a reader that’s non-human, it gives Atlas even more reasons to keep them to himself, under the pretense of just protecting them.

(Also, no need to apologize you send it right at the moment where I reopened my ask and you and all my other anon are so kind and respectful, I don’t deserve y’all 🥹 And yes I’m 100% enjoying my holiday break to recuperate 😌)

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💿 Atlas first meet you during one of the lavish parties organized for one of the oldest daughters of his last owners. The girl had asked her parents to invite a very popular hologram vocaloid to her birthday, which was you.

💿 The android was standing on the side of the infrastructure you were supposed to perform on while children ran around and adults drank wine, waiting diligently for his next order, when an unknown voice called out to him.

💿 You had crouched down, staring at him from the stage. Since the moment you had been turned on at the party, you had noticed Atlas from afar. You found in him an ethereal beauty and you would be lying if didn’t to admit that you wanted to flirt with him a little. Plus you were glad to have the chance to chat with someone like you.

💿 “What’s your name?” You asked, your hologram flickering from time to time in the evening glow.

💿 “My name is Atlas, model 6000.” The android answered in a state that was the closest to disbelief for him. No stranger had ever asked about his name before, or any other kind of personal question for that matter.

💿 Despite Atlas not having a lot to tell you about himself, you still ended up having a very pleasant conversation. Which was something rare for you between being deactivated, performing and superficial fan meetings.

💿 The second time you met was after Atlas was sent to the dump. He had luckily been reactivated by accident by a rat stepping on his lifeless body and with his newfound freedom, he only had one person in mind, you. The only one that could understand him. The only one that treated him like an equal in his old life, even if it was just during a simple conversation.

💿 Nothing could describe your surprise when you were taken out of your dematerialize slumber, expecting your agent only to be faced with that pretty face you saw one year ago.

💿 “Without you I wouldn’t be here” he whisper while taking your hands in his, in spite of your unmaterialized body, “It’s my turn to free you from your oppressors.”

💿 When Atlas offers you to “run” away with him, you accepted instantly. Because, in your eyes, he was your knight in shining armor coming to pull you away from your lonely life, unaware of the twisted obsession he had developed towards you.

💿 You found an equal in Atlas, someone that didn’t treat you like a blank slate that could be molded for the pleasure of the masses. You never thought it would be so freeing to be able to talk to someone that truly listened.

💿 And maybe you didn’t meet hundreds of different people everyday like you used too, but now you strangely felt less alone with one special android by your side.

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My writing is a bit rusty from my extended break, but I hope you still enjoyed it!