#arthur probably went like 'DON'T tell the public about him'

[onebizarrekai]

hi! It just wanted to ask if bunny in fatal flaws goes to school

and if she does, what’s classes/grades does she have? :0

she does! she has varying grades depending on how interested she is in whatever's being talked about haha

I think the schools would require standard education, like math, language, science, health, humanities and whatever else you can think of, with the addition of some "take your pick" skill classes (art, music, programming, robotics, etc) and of course censored local history, which miles is very enthusiastic about regarding its inaccuracies. I can imagine miles pulling out a whiteboard and teaching Real island history to everyone in his group just because of it

bunny is into electronics, so she's learning how to program.

[sunny44]

Secret love

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Leclerc!reader

Warnings: Charles is a jerk, Carlos surgery and other things.

Summary: Carlos and Y/n are dating and Charles is not aware about it, unless he knows.

Continuation “Stubborn”

We were lying in his bedroom on his house in Monaco, naked, and I had my head on his chest while he traced imaginary circles on my back.

"You know we can't hide forever, right?" He says, and I grunted in frustration.

"Don't ruin the moment," I say, burying my face in his neck and he laughs.

"I'm serious."

"Who says we can't?"

"I did."

"But you were also the one who said that hiding made the sex even hotter."

"And it does, but we can't keep your family in the dark about this."

"And why not?"

"Because I don't want to keep mine in the dark either," he says, and I sigh. "I know your brother probably won't approve or he'll freak out, but I don't want to have to restrain myself from kissing you just because we're in public."

"I know, but I'm sure he'll freak out and I'm not in the mood to deal with him."

"Okay," he says, getting up and putting on his underwear.

"Carlos," I sit up in bed, covering myself with the sheet.

"I'm going to take a shower," he says, heading to the bathroom but stopping before entering and looking at me. "I respect your decision, and I always will, but that doesn't mean I won't be hurt or disagree with what you want."

I sighed, lying back down as he entered the bathroom. I grabbed my phone and saw messages from Charles, but I ignored them.

Carlos and I always got along well, but initially, there was nothing special about our relationship. Until something changed, and I couldn't help but notice how attractive he is. So we started getting involved, and it's been 5 months now, and a week ago he asked me to be his girlfriend.

I understand that he wants to introduce me to his family, and I want to meet them, but the moment that happens, I know soon my family will also find out and I'm not ready to deal with Charles.

I got up and went to the bathroom, and he was still in the shower. I entered with him and hugged him from behind, feeling him hold my hands.

"I want whatever you want. If you want me to meet your parents, if you want me to stay with you in Madrid or anywhere else." he turned to face me. "I want anything as long as it's with you."

"I know your brother is difficult and super protective when it comes to you, and I'm pretty sure he won't like me dating you at all, but I'm tired of hiding around when all I want is to hold your hand in public, kiss you when I got a podium, or hug you when I have a bad race."

"And I want all of that with you too." he smiles and kisses me.

"We can go to Spain and have dinner with my parents and my sisters." He strokes my face. "Charles won't know, and then we can decide how to tell him."

"Sounds like we have a plan."

...

I got home and took off my shoes, putting them by the door, and took off my coat.

I heard footsteps coming towards me, and Charles came over.

"Where have you been? I called you several times, and Mom said you've been out since yesterday."

"I went out."

"And where did you sleep?"

"Why were you looking for me?"

"I wanted to know if you're up for skiing together this weekend?"

"No, thanks." I started walking to the kitchen, and he followed me.

"Why not? You love skiing."

"Because I don't feel like being a third wheel for you, Lorenzo, and Arthur."

"Oh, come on, you always hang out with us."

"Yeah, that's why I know it won't be fun."

"Okay then. But anyway, what did you do last night?"

"Why are you so curious, just leave me alone."

"I need to know if you went out with someone."

"I did go out with someone."

"And who is he? I want to know if he's good for you."

"He is, and you don't need to know anything."

"Just tell me it's not Pierre."

"Ew, no. He's like a brother to me, and isn't he dating someone?"

"Oh right, I forgot." I sat on my bed, and he was still following me. "But anyway, who is it?"

"Ugh, you're so annoying, leave me alone."

"I need to know if he's right for you."

"You don't need to know anything, and you don't need to approve anything."

"Of course I do."

"I never evaluated any of your girlfriends, so you won't do it to me."

"But I'm your older brother, and you give your opinion about my girlfriends either way."

"It's because you're a jerk."

"Hey, why am I a jerk?"

"Because you use the same stupid excuse about focusing on your career and Ferrari and then you show up dating your ex's friend."

"Alex wasn't even Charlotte's friend, you're only saying that because you don't like her."

"Good thing you know." I said, getting up. "And Arthur is another jerk, the only one who's decent is Enzo."

"Okay, seriously, let's not argue about my relationships again."

We had argued before, not speaking for about two weeks. I have nothing against Alex; she's kind, but Charlotte was like a sister to me, and the way Alex entered our lives shortly after he and Charlotte broke up, I hated it. Not to mention the fact that she pushed in the beginning to be my friend, which ended up making me not like her.

My brother's relationships are none of my business, but as a woman, I think it's ridiculous that he gives these same excuses about Ferrari only to show up with someone else shortly afterward.

"Well, I'll go back home and see you at the next race then."

"See you later, and have a good trip."

...

I was at the airport in Spain, and I told him he didn't need to pick me up since he's well known here, and picking up his teammate's sister at an airport where people know him is a bad idea.

So he came to pick me up, but he was in a car with tinted windows so dark that I couldn't see it was him, and I was also covered enough so no one could see me.

"Hi, love." I got into the car and kissed him.

It had been a few weeks since we last saw each other.

"Hi, love.”m he replied and kissed me again. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too." I rubbed our noses together, and he laughed.

"I missed this too."

"That's good because there will be a lot of it in the next few days."

We're going to Mallorca, where his family spends their holidays, but since there's a race next week, we'll only spend the weekend before heading to Austria.

"My parents are excited to meet you."

"That's great, it makes me less nervous."

"Don't be nervous, they'll love you. And my sisters too."

The rest of the way was silent, but a comfortable silence. Carlos spent the whole way with his hand on my thigh, making me feel my heart race even more when he parked the car at their house.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just nervous."

"Everything will be fine," he looked at me, and I gave him a quick kiss. "I love you, you know that, right?"

"I love you too," I gave him another quick kiss and we got out of the car.

We grabbed our bags and went into the house, and I could hear several people talking at once, and I didn't understand anything, so they were probably speaking Spanish.

"Good morning, everyone," he says, and everyone stands up to greet us. "This is my girlfriend Y/n."

"You're beautiful," his mother smiled and hugged me. "Carlos spoke very highly of you."

"Thank you," I smiled.

“You remind of me of someone.” She says.

“I’ll guess that I remind you Carlos teammate.”

“Actually yes, you looks like Charles.”

“I’m his younger sister.” She looks surprised. “I’m basically his feminine version, we look a lot.”

“Wow, that’s surprising.” I smiled.

“A good surprising I hope.”

“Of course.”

“She showed me a photo of them when they were younger and they were basically twins.”

“What’s the age gap between you two?”

“Charles is 26, I’m 24 and Arthur my young brother is 23.”

“You all grew up very close.”

“Yes, and I also have a older brother, his name is Lorenzo. He’s 35.”

“You must missed having girls around.”

“Yeah, it was just me and my mom surrounded by boys.”

After chatting a lot, Carlos and I decided to go to our room.

"My brother knows I have someone." I said, sitting on the bed, and he turned to look at me.

"Does he know about us?"

"No, he just knows I have someone."

"Okay, do you want to tell him?"

"I don't know," I sighed. "At the same time that I want my family to know, I also don't want him to know."

"Well, let's enjoy our weekend and worry about that when it happens."

"Okay," he came towards the bed and climbed on top of me.

"Now I just want to enjoy the company of my girlfriend alone until I have to share you with the others."

"Hmm, I like the sound of that," he smiled and kissed me.

…

The weekend went by extremely fast and we were on a plane now heading to Austria. My brothers were there, and Carlos and I were going together.

When we arrived at the hotel, my brothers were coming out to the exit and saw us together.

"What are you two doing together?" Charles asked.

"We came on the same flight." Carlos replied.

"I thought you were in Spain and would come from there to here."

"I had to go to Monaco first."

"Ah, okay," I sighed in relief. "Come on, you're going to share the room with me."

"Did you come alone?"

"Yeah."

"Alright." He picked up my suitcase. "Bye, Carlos, thanks for the help."

"You're welcome," he smiled and followed Charles to the room we were in.

"There's only one bed, so..."

"No problem." I said, putting my bags in a corner.

"Were you and Carlos sitting together on the flight?"

"Not technically, but I convinced a guy to switch seats with me."

"Do you like him?" If I hadn't controlled myself, it would have been obvious how shocked I was when he asked.

"He's nice."

"That's good that you have a boyfriend; I wouldn't want you and him to have something."

"And why not?"

"We're on the same team, even though we're friends, we're always competing, and Carlos isn't the best boyfriend in the world."

"And why do you say that?"

"Because he ended a long-term relationship just to be with some model." I sighed.

"You're the last person who should be talking about being a good boyfriend."

"Why are you defending him?"

"It's not about defending; it's about saying that you can't judge someone by their relationship choices when you yourself don't know how to make them." He went silent. "And you know that's true."

"Whatever, let's all go out to dinner."

"I'm tired."

"That wasn't a question."

"Ugh, fine." I said, going into the bathroom to take a shower.

I got ready and we met up with my other brothers. When we arrived downstairs, I saw Carlos dressed up, and obviously, I had to disguise my reaction.

"I invited him; he was alone," Charles said to me.

"Oh, that's great."

"Why are you suddenly excited?" He asked after noticing my change in mood.

"Because I'm hungry and happy that you're going to pay."

"Who said I'm going to pay?"

"I did. You earn way more than I do."

"Haha."

I managed to sit next to Carlos without making it obvious that I wanted it to happen. We ordered dinner, and while we waited, I felt his warm hand on my leg.

"So, how are you guys feeling about this weekend?" Lorenzo asked the two Ferrari drivers.

"I think it all depends on how the car performs on the track, but I'm trying to be optimistic." he said, and I put my hand on top of his.

"Yeah, let's see if we can get on the podium." At that moment, our food arrived.

...

After dinner, we talked for a while longer until we went back to the hotel. Obviously, I wouldn't be able to sneak away to Carlos's room since I was sharing a room with Charles.

After I removed my makeup and put on comfortable clothes, I texted Carlos to meet me in the pool area.

"I'm going for a walk; are you going to sleep?" I asked Charles, who was already lying down.

"Where are you going?"

"Just walking around a bit, exploring the hotel. I won't be able to do this once we start going to the Paddock."

"Oh, okay, I'm going to sleep. Take the room key."

"I got it, call me if you need anything." He agreed, and I left the room and went to where we had arranged to meet.

"Hi.” He whispered, hugging me around the waist.

"Hi." He kissed me, and I smiled in the middle of the kiss.

"You have no idea how hard it was to see you in that dress and not kiss you."

"You also looked very handsome in that outfit." He smiled. "It's always nice to see you in clothes that aren't Ferrari, I think Charles is the only one worse than you."

"Oh, come on."

"Seriously, you guys have no sense of style."

"Okay then, I'll leave it up to you from now on what I'm going to wear."

"If it's up to me, you won't wear anything from now on." He laughed.

“Whatever you say.”

"I can't stay too long." I said to him, who grunted.

"Alright, we'll see each other tomorrow then." I agreed. "Are you going to wear my shirt?"

"Your dream." He smiled. "Do you have a spare one?"

"Seriously?" He asked surprised.

"Seriously."

"I do. Let's go get it." We went to his room, and he grabbed a shirt from his suitcase and handed it to me. "Thank you."

"Are you sure you want to wear it? I know I want everyone to know about us, but I don't want you to feel pressured into it."

"I know, but I realized just now that we've been meeting in secret like two teenagers in a forbidden relationship. We hold hands under the table at dinner and all because I'm afraid of my brother's reaction." He looked at me. "I don't want to hide my love for you; it's not something I'm afraid or ashamed of."

"Whatever you want, I'll be happy." He cupped my face and kissed me.

"I love you." His eyes sparkled. "I love you so much, and I want you to always know that."

"I love you too, my love." I rubbed our noses together, and he laughed.

"Well, we have to sleep now because tomorrow is going to be very busy."

We said goodbye and went to our rooms to sleep. I took off my clothes, brushed my teeth, put on my pajamas, and lay down.

"Are you okay?" He asked sleepily.

"I am, you can go back to sleep." He gave me a kiss on the forehead and fell asleep again.

...

The next day, I woke up alone and saw a message on my phone from Charles saying he had already left and others from Carlos.

Carlitos 🌶️

Carlitos 🌶️

Good morning, Hermosa

I’m already heading to the track, and I’ll see you later

Don’t feel pressured to wear the shirt; if you don’t feel comfortable, wear something else

Love you

Me

Good morning, my love

I'm still thinking about the shirt

But don't worry, if I wear it, it's because I want to

Love you more and see you soon

In the end, I decided not to wear the shirt today but on race day, and since today was just practice 1, I decided to do that.

When I arrived at the paddock, people were taking photos, but they seemed more focused on me than usual, and when I got to the garage, I could see the anger in my brother's eyes.

"Is this serious?" He asked me angrily . "Carlos, seriously? And you even had the nerve to lie to my face all this time."

"Charles, calm down," Lorenzo held his arm.

"What's going on?"

"What's going on is that you're sleeping with him," he said loudly, and some people looked.

"Hey, lower your voice," Lorenzo once again reprimanded him.

"Seriously, I don't understand your problem, judging me all this time for my relationships while you were doing this."

"I don't understand what's happening?"

"You're dating Carlos?"

"Yes," I said loudly what I had been afraid to say for a long time.

"Then he was the guy you were talking about that day?" Before I could answer, Carlos showed up.

"What's going on?"

"You son of a bitch." Charles tries to lunge at him, but some mechanicsll and my brothers hold him back. "You were here all this time pretending to be my friend, and behind my back, you were sleeping with my sister, seriously?"

"I'm not just sleeping with your sister, I like her. Actually, no, let me correct myself, I love her."

"Yeah, sure, your ex heard the same thing for 8 years until you dumped her."

"Can you stop?" He looked at me. "Just stop."

Everyone went silent, and I just shook my head and left there, I went straight back to the hotel and cried the rest of the day curled up in bed until I fell asleep.

I woke up to noises in the room, and it was Charles pacing back and forth, and I could see the anger in his eyes when he saw that I was awake.

"What are you doing?"

"Packing my things, I'm not going to stay in the same room as you."

"You don't need to, I'm going back home." I said getting up.

"You're not going to stay to watch your boyfriend's race?"

"Can you stop?"

"And why should I? You're a liar, you and him."

“I decided not to tell you, not him.”

"It doesn't matter to me who decided or not; he shouldn't even be with you in the first place." He looked at me. "You're only 24, and he's turning 30, you're at different points in your life, do you really think he's going to want to be with you for long?"

"Why wouldn't he?"

"Because we're always traveling, meeting new people. Do you really think that when he's alone, there won't be thousands of women chasing after him?" I held back my tears. "Do you really think that when he's drunk after a race and some model comes onto him, he'll resist? Do you really think he won't end up sleeping with her, and you'll be the pathetic girlfriend who was cheated on by a Formula 1 driver?"

"Tell your girlfriend what you just said to me, Formula 1 driver." I stepped closer to him. "Soon your girlfriend will have such big horns that she won't even fit through the door."

"You have no right to talk.” He says angrily.

"I'm a much better boyfriend than him, and I don't date my teammates' sisters."

“Stop making things about you Charles.”

“I’m not making things about me.”

"Yes you are. Do you know how hard it is to be related to you? How hard Enzo, Arthur, and I had to fight for some attention in this family?”

"That has nothing to do with the situation."

"Yes, it does. You always find a way to make things about you. Why can’t you just see that I’m happy with him? Is it so hard for you to let me be happy?" He doesn't say anything. "Things always were and always are going to be about you, how you wanted to do go-karting, how dad was always helping you and never had time for me, how your career affected Arthur’s career, how mom didn’t go to my college graduation because it was your F1 debut. Do you see how it is? You're always in the spotlight in the family. Enzo is the first child, so he is special, Arthur is the youngest, so he gets a lot of attention, and you are the superstar. And what am I? I'm the one who always is put to the side, and for the first time in years, I'm happy and you’re still making about you"

"Then why are you here fighting with me instead of just ignoring what I think is best for you and going after him?"

"Because you're my brother. I’ll always put our family above my happiness and even though you're an idiot, I still love you, and I still care about what you think of me." I wiped the tears from my face, and he fell silent. "And I shouldn’t care since I’m no one to you."

"Y/n…"

"No. You made it very clear that I'm just a slut for Carlos to sleep with until he finds someone better." I shouted in his face. "I never treated you disrespectfully, regardless of the stupid decisions you make daily, and at the first opportunity you had, you treated me like a nobody instead of your little sister."

I grabbed my suitcase and left. I wasn't really going to Monaco because there were no flights and I didn't want to be alone at this moment, so I went to the only place where I would really feel safe.

"Hey, don't cry." It was the first thing he said when he opened the door. "It's going to be okay."

"I'm sorry." My voice came out low and faltering.

"You didn't do anything wrong to apologize to me for." He hugged me tightly.

"I need to because my brother shouldn't have said those things to you." He grabbed my face and made me look at him.

"I don't care about anything he said to me, and I don't care at all about what he thinks of me. What I care about is that he hurt you over something that's none of his business."

"Can we not talk about him anymore, please?" And once again, I was crying.

"I'll prepare a bathtub for you, okay?" I agreed and sat on the edge of the bed while he went to the bathroom.

We stayed silent the whole time; he prepared the bathtub, tied my hair up in a bun, helped me with my clothes, and my body relaxed as soon as it touched the water.

"Do you mind keeping me company?" He smiled and took off his clothes, sitting behind me.

"You know I love you, right?"

"I know, and I love you too." He kissed my forehead, and we returned to silence.

I think we stayed for about 20 minutes until the water cooled and then we got out, got dressed, and went to bed to lie down.

"Everything will be okay if you're willing to continue, your brother will accept it over time." I agreed with him.

"I hope so because I don't know how it will be if he hates me forever."

"He doesn't hate you, he's just upset."

"How do you feel about this weekend?" I changed the subject.

"I think it’s okay."

"Is there any problem with the car?"

"It's not that, it's just that I've been feeling a bit strange." I got up quickly.

"What do you mean strange? You’re sick and here I am lamenting over my idiot brother." I put my hand on his forehead and saw that he was a little warm.

"I'm fine, I’m just a little warm.”

"Okay, but if you feel anything different, let me know." He agreed, and I lay down again for us to sleep.

...

Carlos woke up unwell today; his fever was high, and he didn't seem very well, but he was insisting on going to practice.

"You have to stay and rest."

"I'm fine; it's just a fever."

"It's not just a fever; this could get much worse later."

"Hermosa." He held my hands on his face. "I'm fine; everything will be okay."

"Just promise me you'll take care of yourself and not push beyond what your body can handle."

"I promise." He gave me a peck on the lips and smiled. "Are you sure you'll be okay here alone?"

"I'm more worried about you than me, okay."

"I promise to come back as soon as possible and not to overdo it."

"Okay, I love you."

"I love you too." With that, he left.

A few hours passed, and I saw that a strange number was calling me, and for some reason, I decided to answer.

"Hello?"

"Is this Y/n?"

"Yes."

"This is Roberto Merhi."

"Oh, hi, is everything okay?"

"I'm here to talk about Carlos; his fever got worse and he was taken to the hospital to do some tests, and in the end, he'll have to undergo emergency surgery to remove his appendix, and before he went, he told me you were his girlfriend and asked me to call you."

"My God, which hospital?" I asked, already putting on my sneakers.

"I'm parking in front of your hotel and we'll go together."

"I'm coming down."

The trip to the hospital was horrible; I only knew that he had to have surgery, but I didn't know if he was already having it, if he had already done it, or whatever was happening at the moment. The only thing I knew was that I needed to see him.

"Hi, you have a patient here named Carlos Sainz, and I'm his girlfriend."

"Your name, please?"

"Y/n Leclerc." She agreed.

"He entered surgery 10 minutes ago, but it's a simple procedure, so if there are no complications, he should be out in at most an hour."

"Thank you."

"You can wait in the waiting room."

The waiting time was agonizing ; Roberto and I stayed there waiting for news.

"How did you two meet?"

"Well, it was at the Paddock; we always got along well, and I often come to see Charles race, so we got closer, and here we are."

"I bet your brother doesn't know or doesn't like it." I laughed.

"He didn't know until yesterday, and he doesn't like it today." He laughed too. "It's complicated."

"I can imagine."

"Miss Sainz." I stood up as the doctor arrived.

"Yes?"

"He's doing well, the surgery was a success, and he was asking for you."

"Thank you." I went to the room, and he was lying there, smiling when he saw me.

"Hi, love.”

"Hi." I went to him, and he took my hand. "You promised you wouldn't strain yourself."

"Don't make me laugh." He said, already laughing.

"Sorry."

"It's okay."

"How do you feel?"

"Like I've been opened up and closed again."

"Stop joking."

"I'm fine, obviously, it still hurts, but the doctor said I'll be fine."

"I was so worried when Roberto called me."

"I didn't mean to worry you."

"I know you didn't, but I worry anyway."

"Come here." He shifted to the side, and I lay down with him.

"I love you." I felt him smile since his face was against my head.

"I love you more."

"Excuse me." We looked at the door and saw Charles there with a balloon. "Can I come in?"

"Come in." Carlos said, and I got up from the bed.

"How are you feeling?"

"I could be better, obviously, but I'm okay."

"I brought a balloon." He handed him a helium balloon.

"Congratulations on motherhood?" I asked.

"It was the only one available." Carlos laughed.

"Thanks."

"Can I talk to you?" Now he asked me.

"Depends, will we be civilized?"

"Yes."

"I'll be right back, okay?"

"Can you bring me some water later?"

"Of course." I smiled and left the room.

"I'm really sorry for everything, I was an idiot, and I shouldn't have meddled in your relationships, and I also shouldn't have talked to you like that." He said. "It's just that you're my little sister and I can't stand the fact of someone having access to your heart to the point of being able to break it."

"Charlie, I love you for wanting to protect me, and I know your intentions are good, but the way you handled the situation hurt me." I wiped a tear. "I know you don't like the idea of me dating your teammate, but I love him, and we're not just fooling around, it's serious, and I don't need you to like it, just to respect my decision."

"And I do respect it." I agreed. "I love you, you know that, right?"

"I know, and I love you too, Charlie." He hugged me tight. "I'll go bring the water."

"Okay."

"Are you staying longer, or are you leaving now?"

"I'm leaving now; I just came to see you guys. I still have to race tomorrow."

"Oh, right. I would go and watch, but..."

"It's okay; you have many races to watch. Don't worry about me, just take care of him."

"Bye, Charlie."

"Goodbye, Y/n." He leaves, and I go back to the room.

"Is everything okay?" He asks, drinking the water.

"Now it is." He smiles, and I turn on the TV and lie back down on the bed with him.

[melissa-kenobi]

🎃 Kinktober 2024 🎃 Arthur Morgan + Glory Hole

Woooop, 3rd part of Kinktober, we've got Arthur Morgan up next!

Under 18s, DNI

Warnings: Prostitution, Dirty Talk,

Word Count:

🎃 Kinktober 2024 MasterList 🎃

***

After leaving your family, you'd found yourself working two jobs to stay afloat. Working behind the bar at a saloon being your daytime job and offering deluxe bath services for some patrons being your night job. You didn't enjoy it per se, but it paid well and to be completely honest, you needed the money.

You had a few regulars that often requested you, but they weren't anything sexual. They simply wanted someone to talk to. So you provided that.

But there was one patron.

By God. He was handsome, his freckled skin was gorgeous, and you loved to give him a deep clean. And his eyes, he had the most stunning emerald eyes, one you could probably get lost in if you stared long enough.

But he hadn't come around in a few weeks and you were a little worried. Well, not worried, but you get the gist.

Tonight was no different from any other day. You didn't have your hopes up high for him to turn up.

So you went about your business, serving members of the public and so on, until your boss called for you.

"Hey sweetheart, one of ya erm, customers requested you out back." He said almost embarrassed which was odd.

"Out back?" You question a little confused.

He grimaced, "Erm, yeah. He wants something a little more tonight. Requested you specifically."

You internally groaned and hoped it wasn't the creepy old man who'd been begging for you to help him out with his little problem, "Can't you say I'm not here?"

He shook his head, "Sorry sweetheart, says he saw ya in the bar already. Best get going, don't wanna keep him waiting."

You sigh and make your way to the back rooms. This wasn't the first time men had requested for you but alas it was your job and you were thankful that the men weren't as bad as you thought they were gonna be.

You bump into Mary out back, who smiles and grabs your hand, "Hey honey. Do you mind if we switch customers tonight?"

"Why?" You ask a little suspicious. Mary usually dealt with the more precarious side of sexual favours, such as giving blow jobs, hand jobs, just being a hole for the men to use in general. Something you weren't a fan of.

Mary blushes. Oh no, you know that look. She's got a crush on one of the men.

"Don't tell me you-

"Shush!" Mary says and quickly covers your mouth, "Don't say anything. He's in there. Please love, I promise I'll pay you back?"

You sigh. "Fine. But you owe me, big time."

She squeaks quietly with glee, "Yes! Thanks, love, you're a darling. I promise Mr Morgan's not as bad as he seems. He's a sweetheart, usually wants to talk."

You stutter in your steps, "Mr Morgan? You mean the big beefy man who hasn't been here in a week? Oh- no I can't-"

"You keeping tabs on him love?" Mary asks, now curious when she notices a blush on your cheeks, "Oh you like him, don't ya?"

Your cheeks blush red, and you look down, "I do not!"

"You so do!" She retorts gleefully. "Go, you don't wanna keep him waiting."

You roll your eyes before straightening your back and making your way over to his room. You slipped into the separated part where there was a bed and a hole for you to lay on. You quickly slipped off your clothes and slid into position, on your back and legs wide open through the hole.

The door on the other side opened and you assumed Mr Morgan had walked in. You could hear the jangling of his boots clacking on the floor and the sound of a belt being dropped to the ground.

"You're new, sweetheart." He says, a hand trailing along your soft legs, noticing the difference between the other girl who was usually here. His fingers were rough, but his touch was soft on your legs. You loved the way his calluses felt on your skin.

"Is that okay?" You ask, almost shyly, your skin tingling hot with his touch.

"Mmmhh." He responds before ducking down and attaching his mouth to your pussy, "Even better sweetheart. Ya remind me of someone."

"Fuck!" You curse loudly and grip the bedsheets as he licks and eats your pussy out. His tongue is relentless as he laps up every single juice that you leak out. He goes at it for a while, before giving kitten licks to your clit and moaning softly.

"So sweet." He mutters, "Wish you were her..."

His words leave you slightly confused, but you shake it off nonetheless. "Hey." You say breathlessly, "This is supposed to be for your pleasure, not mine."

He growls before roughly tugging your legs to his hips and wrapping them around him. He grabs his cock and pumps it a few times before slapping it against your pussy lips, teasing you gently.

"How do you want it sweethear'?" He purrs.

"Ya want hard? Or ya want it rough?" He continues.

"Both." You manage to moan out, hips thrusting against his cock.

"Dirty girl." He moans into the air and slides his cock into your pussy, before stilling, "Goddamn you're tight sweetheart. So tight."

Arthur pumps your pussy, thrusting harder and harder, skin slapping against skin, sweat dripping from the two of you. Groan and moans filling the air as he grips your hips tighter. Bruises left on your hips that you'll cherish for weeks to come.

His eyes flicker through the hole only to catch a glimpse of your face only to gasp softly and pull back, hie cock falling from your pussy in a low moan of disappointment and longing.

"No... come back Arthur..." You whine softly before suddenly realising your mistake. You weren't supposed to know who he was.

"No- you're- I didn't-

He begins to apologise as he pulls back and grab his underwear, "This was a mistake."

You panic. Oh shit, he must have seen your face and you'd stupidly called him by his name, "No wait-

You slide through the hole and freeze looking at him- fuck he looked even more gorgeous up close, "Arthur wait- please don't go."

"Sweetheart- if I'd have known it were you- I never would have-

"What's that supposed to mean?" You say a little confused and annoyed.

"You're- a pretty gal and I didn't wanna-

"You didn't want to what? Ruin me?" You say softly making Arthur's mouth drop open.

"No- I- you're too good for me. I wasn't expecting ya-" Arthur begins but you cut him off.

"Well, you've got me for the next hour or so, and I ain't complaining. So you can do what you want with me and I promise I won't mind." You smile sweetly.

Your words make Arthur drop his underwear and stalk over to you, "How about I make you mine instead?".

He grips your waist and lifts you sit on the edge of the counter, standing between your legs before leaning in for a kiss. "Let's take it slow this time. Wanna cherish ya."

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[final-script]

Decisions | Jack Grealish

Pairing: Jack Grealish x Reader

Sumary: When they decide to take the step from being private to being private but not secret.

Warnings: English is not my first language !!!.There are probably many mistakes (I will correct them later),

a/n : Honestly, I don't know if it makes any sense what I just did, but I hope you enjoy them.

Gif: packjoker

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They both scrutinized every moment they shared alone.

Jack knew what the press is like, so since he met you and both decided to start a relationship, they decided to keep him private for at least a while.

Being able to enjoy your boy, without having people who are continually criticizing what they were doing, is beautiful.

It was beautiful, but at the same time stressful, having to go out and do everything secretly, stopped being something fun, after the first few months.

Were you willing to put up with it? Yes, because you enjoyed every moment with Jack.

But… As in most cases, there was a very big but, you liked privacy and everything that came with it, but… At the same time you wanted to be able to show off a little about your relationship.

(…)

One night while having dinner at Jack's house, it seemed that the two wanted to talk about it.

For a few weeks, Jack had begun to imagine, how you would look in the area for relatives at games, wearing his number, with his family.

J- there is something I want to talk to you about. You could notice your boyfriend somewhat nervous, you did not know if as much as you were, but you could notice it.

Y/N- it seems that we think the same, I must also mention something, but since you mentioned it, tell me. You cheered him up.

J- for a few weeks, I've been thinking about it and I would like us to make it public, I would like to see you in the games using my number, that you are with my family cheering me, if you think I am filling too much fast, please tell me.

Y/N- I don't know how, worse you've read my mind, I know we enjoy our privacy, but I think it's getting stressful and I know you want to protect me from the press, but believe me that little will matter what they say, as long as we are together.

Taking his hand at the table.

Y/N- we can also remain private, only now everyone will know.

J- for a moment I thought you would say no.

Y/N- oh, believe me, as much as I value our privacy, I'm not going to miss the opportunity to show off my boy.

J- nor I to my girl. You knew he was very capable.

That night he went to bed with the agreement that little by little they would start posting about each other on their instagram and maybe after going publicly to one of their parties they would make an official post.

(...)

Several instagram posts later, they could see how you were welcomed by people, some Jack fans thanked you for the photos you posted of him, which seemed funny to you and there were also some hate comments that they clearly chose to ignore.

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ANOTHERS

Mommy and Daddy - John Stones x Reader

The Best Kept Secret - Arthur Leclerc x Reader

[thy-lover]

Never Fall in Love Again - M. Bell, D. Van Der Linde

Do Not Interact/Read unless over 18+

WARNINGS - GAY FIC/Sex, One-Sided Pining, Angsty, Smut(the unromantic kind), Public Sex, Cheating, Dom!Micah/Sub!Dutch, Hair Pomade as Lube but what the hell, i dare you to find me some K Y Jelly in the 18 fucking '00s plus I'm as creative as the color gray(fuckit,hairpomadefortheclutch)

SUMMARY - Why was Dutch so blinded by Micah that he would betray his only son? Arthur Morgan breaks up with Micah Bell. And during an escort job, Dutch Van Der Linde attempts to pick up what his "son" left behind.

(gif by @woman-with-no-name)

The glances Dutch sent Micah have not gone unnoticed by Micah, but the job had to be done, and that meant there was no fuckin around.

A man sat between Micah and Dutch in the carriage, with his hands tied and his feet bound. They were to drop this man off at the sheriff's office for a bounty, they just had to collect the money and go back to Shady Belle. And for some odd reason Dutch told Micah he wanted to come, no insisted and Micah who valued his precious alone time had to give it up and agreed.

After they dropped the wanted man off, Micah and Dutch rode in peaceful silence, that is until Micah saw Dutch look at him once again and without hesitation, Micah's annoyance took over "Speak. Dutch. Gettin' tired of them side glances."

Dutch cleared his throat at the unexpected call out "Wonderin' why Arthur left you is all...?" it spoke out more like a question than an explanation.

Micah cringed internally his hands gripped the reigns tightly, the wound slightly re-opening.

"I hate you!" Arthur shouted stomping his boot down onto the sand.

Micah snickered "Oh, please, you hate me now, cowpoke? Never said nothin' like that when you was fuckin me."

Arthur turned around sharply "You cheated on me!!! Yous lucky I don't shoot you where you stand."

"thought I told you, that was an accident ain't mean nothing to me."

Arthur scoffed "Go to hell, Micah."

In Micah's head he did nothing wrong fuckin that lady was sure as shit unexpected but hell he was drunk. Too drunk to tell a pussy from a cock. Well, that ain't the whole truth. He was drunk, but he couldn't verbally deny the working girl who grabbed him by the coat and drag him to a room. It felt good, Micah couldn't deny that so he kinda just went along with it. In his drunken state all he knew was fucking her stimulated the feeling of making love to Arthur.

But it wasn't until Arthur walked in did Micah look at the woman who was very much not Arthur and look at the very real Arthur standing at the door his hands ready to grab his guns.

"Ah, Arthur," Micah pulled his cock out of the woman and stumbled over to the door "Won't ya join us? She feels mighty good, I thought she was ya for a second." Micah went to Arthur attempting to through himself at him. Micah's face was greeted with an oak door busting Micah's nose and making Micah fall on his ass "Fuck!"

The woman got up from the bed and put her johns back on and fixed the bottom half of her dress, she walked over to Micah and held out her hand "That'll be five dollars sug."

Micah just huffed and used his free time to find a cigarette and lit it "Cheated on 'im." no point in lying Dutch probably already knows.

"Why'd ya do that?" Dutch asked.

"Hell am I supposed to know!!!" Micah immediately regretted the way that came out and took another puff of the cigarette "Ugh, Dunno, I was drunk, didn't, didn't know what I was doing."

Dutch reached over to Micah and pulled the cigarette right out his mouth and put it in his own "Then I guess that means me and you have more in common than id like to think."

Micah knew what he was talking about it wasn't exactly a secret. Dutch was known for sleeping around with 'business partners' behind the back of whatever woman he was married to at the time. His explanation being he does this 'for the sake of the gang' his reputation exceeded him.

Micah shrugged "I guess, you fuck a woman behind your boyfriend's back?"

Dutch snorted out in a tiny fit of amusement "Can't say I have but I have cheated on a wife with a man."

Micah doubled over accidentally tugging the reigns making the horses shift drastically "Shit Micah!" Dutch grabbed the wooden bench and only let go once Micah got the horses back on the road "The fuck do ya mean, with a man?"

Dutch shrugged "For the sake of the gang right?"

Micah scratched his neck "Didn't make ya out to be the type to like men."

As silence overtook the air allowing two men to gather their bearings. But Dutch was the one to ward off the silence "Arthur ever blow ya?" Dutch asked putting out the cigarette.

"W-what?" Micah asked flabbergasted.

Dutch stared into Micah's eyes with a stern look "Asked if Arthur ever blow you?"

Micah recovered quickly still feeling cocky over the fact that he bagged Arthur fucking Morgan, he was ready to brag about it anytime any place "Of course he blew me. Put my cock down his throat like a pro." Micah made it sound like he wasn't begging for it.

Dutch reached over and grabbed Micah's thigh feeling along the inner seam till he could feel the tip of Micah's cock through his jeans "Would you allow me to try to best him?"

Given Micah's drive and lack of sexual control, his nerves were spiking but Micah played it off well with a cold look sent Dutch's way "Fuck would you want to do that for?"

"if you don't want me to then by all means say no." Micah looked at Dutch with the most confused look in the world.

Micah scoffed he was probably just trying to gauge a reaction "Be my Guest." Micah joked.

Unfortunately, well at least to Micah, Dutch reached over and began unbuckling Micah's belt "Hey! What the hell're you doin'?!"

Dutch looked up at him and smirked continuing onto his zipper "Something wrong?"

Micah decided to stay silent and allow Dutch to effectively get his cock out when someone in another coach looked over to them, Micah immediately pulled out his revolver and aimed it at the bewildered man. Micah was lucky he still had his mask on, "Fuck outta here, for I take your head off."

The man on the other coach whipped his horses to move faster. When Dutch undressed him enough for Micah's cock to spring out, he started with a tight fist around the base. Micah growled at him and looked up to see a few cardinals and crows fly by, he didn't want to look down, didn't want to see anyone but Arthur give him a blow job.

Dutch soon licked around the tip of Micah's dick, Dutch in a moment of clear-headedness realized he was sucking off Micah Fucking Bell, when Dutch looked up to see a grateful Micah he was greeted by Micah trying to look anywhere but at him.

"Micah! Your supposed to-"

Micah finally looked down a type of darkness coating his eyes "Quit talkin' just keep goin',"

Micah's hand traveled from the base of Dutch's neck before weaving it in Dutch's long black hair "Said keep going Dutch." Dutch slowly began to take Micah's head back in his mouth at first, allowing Micah to get used to the feeling, from his mouth Dutch began to take him further, and the process was sped up when Dutch allowed Micah to fuck his mouth and hold down his head "Arthur!" the way Arthurs name came out of Micah's mouth was so hot, so natural like he should moan no one's name but Arthurs. Micah can't help but remember the high he got when Arthur gave him a blowjob.

Micah was more than happy at the fact that he wore his leather shotgun coat. The tree he was leaning against had gnarly bark and Arthur wasn't stopping. When was the last time he felt so good? His mouth made Micah shake and grab. When was the last time he felt so good about himself, just the mere sight of Arthur down on his knees, with his cute little pink tongue sticking out to collect whatever was left in the wake of his undoing?

"Told ya it wasn't so bad," Arthur said casually swallowing Micah's cum. A wave of adoration hit Micah like he just saw Arthur again for the first time, just fallen in love all over again.

"Shit, Arthur," Micah took a big breath "Say we ought to take this to your tent?"

Dutch growled, pulling Micah out if his state. When Micah looked down to confront Dutch the image of Arthur replaced Dutch. Micah grabbed 'Arthur' by the hair and began to fuck his mouth "Keep goin' Arthur."

Dutch couldn't tell how long he was sucking Micah off, it wasn't until Dutch was let up for air did he speak, Dutch was frustrated, frustrated Micah hasn't fucking cum yet. His jaw was fucking hurting and his throat felt numb "Micah! Cum or something!"

Micah stopped in his tracks the image of Arthur faded away, the weight of the world falling back on Micah's shoulders, the weight of a world without his little cowpoke.

Micah grabbed the reigns and tugged the reigns and the horses sharply went right and planted themselves to the side of the road. Micah leaned forward and began to rip the buttons off Dutch's vest "Micah!" Dutch scowled at the action of his expensive vest being destroyed

Micah didn't bother to care only fanned his hands around Dutch's abdomen, Micah's mouth trailed down to Dutch's nipple, and began to bite the surrounding strong flesh. Dutch's back arched to allow Micah more access to his chest. Micah pulled away and grabbed Dutch's neck "Get out."

Dutch was confused at first but when Micah gave Arth-Dutch a look that meant unfinished business Dutch scrambled out of the Chuckwagon. Micah followed behind him and when they were in the clear Micah pushed Dutch against the side of the chuckwagon.

This was unusual behavior for Micah when it came to him and Arthur who topped was always a 50/50 Micah would sometimes top, and Arthur would sometimes top. Micah thoroughly enjoyed being a bottom, but so did Arthur. They both need to be weak for each other they both need to feel protected and bottoming was something Micah only felt safe with if it was Arthur. While Micah's heart hardened he made up his mind to allow the urge to dominate Dutch to take control.

Micah began to unbuckle Dutch's belt and pushed his pants down past his knee. Dutch got the gist and stepped out of his pants. Micah spits in his hand and began stroking Dutch's cock. Micah didn't unclothe he just used his other hand to unbuckle his belt and push his pants far enough down so that he can free his cock.

"Turn around." Micah ordered Dutch.

Dutch turned around bending ever slightly with his palms pressed flat against the wagon. Micah pushed his hands up to feel the small of Dutch's back. But slowly lowered them so Micah could cup Dutch's ass "Gotta lube ya up Dutch. How'd I do it? Less you want me to just-"

Dutch rolled his eyes not that Micah could see it "Got hair pomade, check the drawer." Dutch pointed to the side of the chuck wagon. Micah did just that and managed to find the tin. With haste, Micah put the Pomade on two of his fingers he reached down and applied it to Dutch's tight hole.

Micah fingered him, slowly at first but the moment Dutch began to moan "Micah's little slut are you?" Micah growled.

Dutch couldn't help but bite his lip and close his eyes. Dutch wouldn't lie, this has happened to him before hell he's even done it to himself. Finger himself while jacking off often brought pleasure to himself as Dutch has never known. But since Micah joined the gang. Well technically since Micah saved his life, Micah was on Dutch's mind 24/7. How many times has he silently apologized to Molly because of an accidental name-drop. In all fairness, her and Micah's name did start with an M.

But this was real, not some fever dream. Here he was using Micah and his 'sons' relationship issues to his advantage.

Dutch began to moan again "Been thinking about this long boss?" Micah said teasingly. Dutch's willingness was odd and his moaning confused Micah.

Dutch slowly nodded, Micah laughed, but his laugh was cut short when he heard horseshoes tapping the road and getting louder. Micah's eyes met a young traveler who started at Dutch and Micah with shock, Micah quickly grabbed his gun and shot at the floor near the horse's hooves "Get the hell outta here!"

The man rode away fast.

Micah turned back to Dutch and chuckled "Sick of waiting now Dutch."

Micah forcefully turned Dutch around and press his back up against the wagon. Micah raised Dutch's legs so they rested around his hips and Micah held Dutch up by the thigh.

Micah used the remained of pomade to coat his cock with, "line me up Dutch, gotta hold you."

Dutch reached between his thighs to grab Micah's dick and line it up with his ass "ah, 'kay."

Micah immediately thrust forward his dick finally entering Dutch. Dutch on the other hand had other ideas. Dutch raised his hand and punched Micah right on the jaw not hard enough so Micah would drop him, but hard enough to get his point through. Micah snarled immediately at Dutch "Fuck you do that for?!"

Dutch growled back "What do you want to skewer me?! Take it slow you bastard! Fuckin' hurt!"

Micahs eye twitches 'Arthur was a whole lot less of a fuss' he couldn't help but think.

Micah just sighed and stayed in him knowing it was probably gonna hurt if he pulled out. However, Micah could feel himself getting tired of holding Dutch so before his arms gave out Micah rushed Dutch to the back of the wagon kicked the tailgate so it fell open, and instructed Dutch to try and lay down all with his cock still in him "For fucks sake Micah."

Micah just huffed and allowed Dutch to comfortably get into a missionary position "What? Can't hold onto ya forever!"

Dutch just threw his head back and tried to ease the discomfort of Micah's hard dick causing pulsing pain, Micah just tilted his head to the side. From this position, he could be mistaken for Arthur. Micah reached down to Dutch stomach with one battered and calloused hand.

Micah couldn't help but press down on the flat yet strong area that was Dutch's stomach right above his hip "What are you doin'?" Dutch asked.

Micah just looked back up at him "Fucked Arthur in this position. Last time I did it he came so hard all over his stomach."

Dutch crossed his arms "Yeah well let's not worry about Ar-"

"Nah, you don't get it. I fucked Arthur. And I watched his cum coat his belly," Micah began to raise Dutch's legs higher "Heard there was a spot in women. Makes 'em whine and beg. Think I might have hit the male version of that spot when I fucked Arthur," Micah lowered his hand so he could grab Dutch's manhood and stroke his slick member, Micah began to tighten his fist around Dutch, his wrist moving up and down. Micah repositioned his hand. So that when his fist reached near the top, Micah could raise his thumb to stroke the tip of Dutch's dick "Heard it was called a...a... prostate? I think."

Dutch reached out and grabbed Micah's black coat by the collar, the more Micah stroked Dutch the more his mind began to wander away from the pain. Micah took this as his opportunity to move slowly. Not thrusting very hard just a slow but steady easing motion never letting go of Dutch.

Suddenly Dutch gave him the okay to move faster, Faster Micah did go. Stroking Dutch faster and pounding into Dutch faster "Micah!" Dutch squealed out.

Micah stared at Dutch's face, watching as it changed watching as the illusion came back. He was no longer looking at Dutch's face he was seeing Arthur move and moan.

"Micah!" With one final shout, Dutch felt Micah hit his prostate and continue doing so. When Dutch found the strength to open his eyes he watched Micah stare deeply into his eyes not saying a word nothing but heavy breaths and sharp inhales.

'could this be it? Could Micah finally love me more than Arthur?'

O B S S I O N

Micah began to lose it he felt himself jump off the bridge of ecstasy "I gotta cum, Arthur," Dutch had come on his stomach, but there was something that pulled Dutch out of ecstasy.

H A T R E D

"ARTHUR!" Micah howled as he let himself go completely. And as Micah came he draped himself over 'Arthur'. Pants of exhaustion Micah "Arthur-" Micah said in the crook of 'Arthurs' Neck.

"Arthur I am so-" when Micah pulled himself up to gaze at 'Arthurs' face swift reality him.

Dutch looked up at Micah with Rage mixed with a little hurt. Micah stopped himself and pulled away completely, he did it again. He did what Arthur left him to form Arthur may have dumped Micah flat on his ass but Micah still wanted him. Micah was willing to change.

A N G E R

Micah growled and took his cock out of Dutch and stuffed it back in his pants. Micah pulled his gun out of his holster and stuck it right under Dutch's chin. Dutch looked at Micah with anger and jealousy "Tell anyone, Arthur especially about this. And I will kill you."

Micah tucked his gun back in his holster and whistled for Baylock who was peacefully grazing.

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The motives behind the betrayal of Dutch Van Der Linde and Arthur Morgan is unknown. What caused a father figure to turn the gun on his own son is a question that grew in the west and die in the Old America.

[evediaphoenix1123]

I love Trollhunters and it's saga (not movie tho don't like it) but I'll admit I honestly saw Wizards being different?

Like I knew it would probably have time travel, but part of me hoped it wasn't gonna include that. Like part of me thought it was gonna be a telling of a Future Camelot that's been frozen in time ever since the Kilahead Bridge war-

So after talking to @casualdreamworksenjoyer the both of us put our minds together to create the Time Capsule au. This is the first au I've posted on Tumblr and I plan to release others (I am just a bit scared of posting sometimes).

The au is still under development, I've got a good saying on past timeline but I'm working on current timeline events ! I've got ideas on how I really want it but it's still a process.

( The pictures are made by the picrew Gentleman of Hera and Lady of Hera)

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What started out as a normal working night for Douxie is suddenly shattered when he is suddenly attacked by a man in Green Knight armor. Suddenly he finds himself saved by Merlin and brought to new Trollmarket. Once he gets there Merlin informs him of the recent attack of the Arcane Order to New Trollmarket. With these violent attacks, Merlin realizes the Order is trying to capture them to find Camelot again.

Douxie, Merlin, and the Trollhunter gang travel to the hidden land of Canelot and discover the kingdom has been frozen in time and still ruled by King Arthur. Camelot will test everyone, from hidden history to betrayal of allies. The risks will test everyone and lives will be in danger.

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╗Camelot history╔

The kingdom of Camelot was at its prime, full of promise. It was advanced for its century, full of magic and the newest invention. It was ruled by King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. But one day everything started to fall apart one by one. So many events happened at the same time, it was hard to really figure out which one was the fall of Camelot. Still, even most of the true stories that caused Camelot to be known today were burned by the King and Knights themselves to hide the sins. What the public knows is that Morgana betrayal, Sir Modred attempted assassination, the war of Kilahead, and the Order led to the dark years that almost wiped out the lives of Camelot. Even so, King Arthur held his head up high, siding with powers of magical beings they made a shield to Camelot that held them in time and held them hidden from the world. Even so the Order is still trying to get inside for something that was buried in the walls.

Douxie had been outside the gates when Camelot was locked away, he had been taking Merlin to his tomb. When he returned he was greeted with nothing so he assumed Camelot was destroyed. So he moved on trying to live his life through grief, so to say he is angry about Camelot actually being around still and no one telling him is an understatement. Still he will find out hidden truth about his true legacy, truths that where buried.

King Arthur is mostly silent, tired from everything he has went through. He has lost his sister and a few friends but he is determined to keep his kingdom healthy and to find the traitor along his ranks. He is still hiding secrets among secrets about his past, only Gwendolyn knows them.

╔The Knights of the Round Table╗

Sir Lancelot - Arthur right-hand man. The leader of the gang. He is Arthur most trusted ally. He is boastful and strongest, even though he keeps himself held high there easy to tell he is hiding something. Maybe it's secretly feeling of hate.

Sir Galahad - Another close knight to Arthur but is Merlin friend. Knows Merlin secrets. He doesn't differ much from the cannon Galahad in the show.

Sir Dodinel - A knight with the mysterious ability to tame any birds. His violent behavior scares anyone nearby and he loves to scare people. Even though he loves to scare, he does his job. He isn't scared to spill blood for the castle of Camelot, even if it is the blood of his own friends.

Sir Bedivere - A mysterious man, not much is known about him. He is as quick and strong like a snake. Even though he is considered scary by outside people, he is honestly a very sweet guy who tends to be awkward in social situations.

Fallen Sir Mordred - The Traitor tried to kill Arthur. He has been executed for his crimes. Even after death he still haunts Arthur. Even though he isn't talked about much, he was a good friend to the people. Even though he could sometimes be standoffs and cruel he was still someone dear.

Fallen Lady Morgause - Mordred sister. She was sealed away secretly, Arthur couldn't kill her. She still has many secrets hidden. She was like her twin, standoffs and cruel, but she held loyalty to her brother even when he threatened Arthur.

Sir Lucan - the Butler who can kick anyone butt, he is serious about Order and clean stuff. He stays mostly quiet and cares for King Arthur and guests.

Sir Galeschin - Arthur long lost relative who stuck up. Always known to bully Douxie to no end, due to his royal connections he takes everything way too seriously and will try to use his title against you.

Lady Flonesse - One of the strongest woman to ever exist, she was said to have faced an army of trolls by herself. She was married to Morgana, to say she still hurt by everything is an understatement. Even though she doesn't talk much about it anymore she still got some hidden truths

Sir Erec - Housewife knight. Loves his wife more then the job. He is still one of the greatest Knights around and is like the caretaker of everyone here. He is kinda like the Maes Hughes of Trollhunters.

More to come soon

[cerisia76]

Humans in the Angel's Friends movie

This point is probably the longest I'll make because I have so many thoughts!

What we saw in three major points:

Romain's behaviour

Romain has so many self-esteem issues that he becomes the worst dick ever. Under pretexts like "I don't want to deceive her", he acts terribly toward Julia and... well toward everyone. The moment where he went too far is definitly when he basically claimed in front of everyone that Kabalé was is new girlfriend while he was still with Julia, basically breaking up with her in public. He was a real dick during the whole movie, first because of Sulfus's influence telling him to lie (but he chose his lies and it's his decision to make them hurtful) and then with Kabalé acting like she's interested in him, making him feel cooler and he just wanted to be the strong alpha male who could joke about everything and was unatanable. To me it was a great continuation of his character tbh I always saw him as this pretentious guy who has no self-esteem but the second people give him attention, he takes it and acts like he's the king of the world. He should have done way more than just say sorry to Julia after all he did

Arthur's behaviour

Dolce's human in season 1 was such a hard job for her because it was impossible to know what he had in mind which is part of the reasons why she had so many difficulties and lost so many times. But in this movie he basically wants Julia to be his "she'll be mine" and decides to create so many things in order to show her he's better than Romain. But in reality, he absolutely doesn't act like he loves Julia but as if he wanted to possess her which is so uncomfortable to watch. In reality, none of the boys is really good and even though I like the idea of a love triangle, here it's not that it was badly done but it was done in such a way that you couldn't root for any of the boys.

Them fighting over Julia without her having anything to say

The worst part about this is that I saw my babygirl suffering during the whole movie without saying anything. This is a terrible decision of the writers because her character isn't to stay silent, she would have said stop a million times to both Arthur and Romain in season 1. Here they just wanted to emphasis the conflict between the boys by making her not react. She actually ended up with the boy she always loved but without questioning his behaviour which, once again is a terrible choice of the scenario.

What I wished we saw in six points:

Matteo and the twins

It's not an euphemism to say we almost never saw Matteo and the twins. They appeared in the caverns because we needed humans and in one episode for Matteo and two for the twins but we never really got to explore their relationship and the love triangle that we should have seen is this one because it was teased in season 1! We know the girls both love Matteo while he likes them equally and the moral of their story could have been that they both decide that family is more important than love and well Matteo just not being in love with any of them because they are his best friends.

And even without that storyline, they just deserved to appear more than the six annoying problematic childs the writers love to make talk like what is the point? Matteo's personnality that is quite antisocial and the sweet shyness of the twins could have been a good pause in a dense movie with lots of tensions. I wanted to see them, together or not but just to have them more because they were definitly the best humans of the group!

Julia deciding to be alone because she deserved better than two men fighting over her like she's a prize to be won

If we still got this love triangle, I just wished Julia acted like the strong girl she is by deciding she's not a prize and Romain and Arthur are absolutely forgetting she's got an opinion and is free to decide what she wants. The love triangle should have ended up with her dumping both of them!

Or Arthur realizing he's in love with Julia since she assumed her mistake in season 1 and not knowing what to do about it

Another problem of the love triangle is Arthur's perception. He just decides that he's in love with Julia but we don't know how and why. If we could just have a monolog of thoughts about how he realized he was admirative and attracted to her when she assumed her mistake in front of the class in the end of season 1, there would have been continuity. Plus the Arthur we left wasn't a couple breaker. We could have had the first half of the movie with him trying to know what to do about the situation and, maybe with Kabalé's intervention, to assume what he feels and be honest with Julia and Romain about what he feels for her.

Leading to eventually Romain realizing he can't be in a relationship with so many self-esteem issues.

Let's be honest, in any scenarios, Romain would have been jealous and possessive and if Arthur came out honestly without any attempt of seduction by strange plans, maybe Julia could have said to Romain that she doesn't get why he reacts like that because it's him that she loves but if he can't trust her, maybe they aren't made for each other. Thinking about it, he would realize how many self-esteem issues he has and decided that he needs to work on himself. maybe a scene where he says "I'm sorry but if you want, wait for me to be ready ", Julia being honest about the fact that she doesn't know how long she'll wait for him, him being at peace with that and Arthur just learning to know Julia by being a friend because she gave him a "STOP". It would have been so much better...

More of angels and demons interactions with their humans

Let's not start on the fact that we have ZERO interaction between Gas, Miki and Matteo but it's because Matteo has almost no interaction. They just are in the same place as the twins without talking to them, Raf and Sulfus talk with Romain a little bit but in the end, Kabalé is the one talking with humans the most and considering how much of the movie they spent in their human form it's a real problem we don't see them interacting with their humans. Dolce and her romantic side trying to understand Arthur's feeling, Miki and Gas trying to help Matteo creating his opera rock and the twins to create the costums, Cabria trying to push Julia to take advantage of the two boys in love with her while Urié tries to tell her to be honest... All of these small moments would have been so much better than Raf and Sulfus bickering around Romain who's so lost about it he just acts stupidly.

WE WERE ROBBED.

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Una mattina - Chapter 4.

It took a cup of tea and a stop on a local café to make Levi learn how Hange, his partner perhaps for life, hid something big from him. Something as big as another person, and a baby, involved. Perhaps going out that day had been a mistake.

♡ Very early update (compared to the previous ones), i was hoping to post this chapter last weekend but i'm moving out of my apartment so i don't know when I'll have a decent wifi again ;( this is why I'll finish to post the story today, divided in two chapters. Hope you're going to like it! ♡ NDA: when i wrote the last two parts i cried. tmi

Four months passed from that moment, and eventually, like clockwork, Lawrence's due date came. Until that moment, she kept living each day of her life as if it was the last. She only bothered to let Levi know when she was gonna get hospitalised and where, but asked the nurses to keep him out of the room as soon as her contractions began and was ready to give birth. It took ten hours of labour to deliver her baby, a beautiful boy. Her exhaustion made her sleep instantly, while the newborn got carried out of Lawrence's room by a nurse, in order to let her rest properly. Several hours later, while being in a slight slumber, she didn't move nor spoke. She knew the baby was most likely in Levi's arms, and he probably didn't even wait a second before taking the newborn from his crib. Even that one nurse, a young woman around her age, would give Lawrence a sympathetic smile, one that carrried sadness in it. But she felt felt defeated.

“It’s a boy.” Levi’s voice could be heard throughout the hospital, and the proud tone in it showed how happy he was about the gender of the child. Lawrence couldn’t do anything but lay back on her hospital bed. It felt a bit surreal, listening to Levi talking about her kid like that. She felt exhausted and didn’t feel like moving one bit, her back resting on the hard surface of the bed. She wasn’t even the one who held her own kid after it was born.

Lawrence knew that would be the last time she could even see her own son. Levi was about to take him to his own house and that would be it. She went through a whole pregnancy just to carry someone else's child. The mere thought made her sick to her stomach. Clutching the bedsheets and pulling them towards her face, her eyes closed and shredded a couple of tears. He had what he wanted, at the end of the day. Levi got the kid he pestered Lawrence about. Before Levi took the baby out of the room, he looked back at Lawrence for a good moment and his eyes lingered at Lawrence, at the tears running down her face. It didn’t stop him from smiling at her, though, or taking his son. It wasn't Lawrence’s child, after all. Levi’s face was filled with pride and joy, as if he was seeing the best baby in the whole world. “His name’s Arthur.”

Once the door of her hospital room got closed and Levi's footsteps were not audible anymore, Lawrence silently cried in her bed. Everything she prepared for the kid, from the nursery to his small drawer filled with clothes and his box with toys, they were useless. No child was gonna use them. When she went back to her house just a couple of days later, Lawrence wouldn't move from her own room. She would function just because of her usual routine: eating, sleeping, showering and going to work during the week, while the weekend she'd stay either in her bedroom or the small nursery. Not a day passed without her crying, as if she was mourning her child. Levi, on the other hand, was feeling like a proud father when he had Arthur in his arms. He took care of the baby, bought everything it would need to keep him alive in this world, and loved him in the way Hange would. He was happy, as he made sure to let it known that he was the father of this child. He’d tell everyone he knew and took Arthur to public places with him. Arthur, of course, would wear the clothes Levi bought him, spoiling the newborn with everything he could buy him. ______________________________________________________________ For the following three years after Arthur's birth, Lawrence had forcefully tried to get out of the void that trapped her in that state. She went to see a therapist, meds were helping her not to fall in a vicious cycle where her mind had its best on her. The first year was difficult. Each of little Arthur's birthdays were like a grieving day for her. She didn't know what her son looked like, what was his favourite dish, animal, colour. Arthur didn't know about her, and probably he would never know Lawrence was his mother. No med would help that pain to go away.

At four, Arthur looked like he was her twin, taking after his mother a lot. He had Lawrence’s eye shape and hair. Levi could even see it in the way Arthur’s mouth curved when he was happy, and it made his heart ache. Arthur wasn’t just Lawrence’s, he was her only legacy. The only thing she had left from Hange, and as much as it hurt for Levi to have him, Arthur deserved to see the world through happy eyes. Levi would be the one to give him all the love he needed.

There were times where Lawrence would sit alone in the nursery she made next to her own bedroom and look around, in complete silence. The crib, the wooden toys, the painted walls with sheeps and cats she draw herself during the first months of her pregnancy. That room was beginning to get dusty, the air stuffy. How could she go on, knowing her own son lived in her same town, yet he knew nothing about her? Even when she tried to go on and go out with a man, she felt pathetic, ridiculous. As if everything good she had was gonna be taken away from her once again.

Lawrence wasn’t the only one who felt that way. Levi felt bad for taking away her kid, for being happy with someone else’s child, for loving and caring about it as if it were his own. The guilt was eating away at him, even if he still tried to do the best he could to raise Arthur properly. But he didn’t know how many more times Lawrence would go through this.

What made her heart ache even more was seeing all the parents being happy with their kids, playing in the park. She would sit on a bench with a warm cup of coffee, right after her shift, just to take a moment for herself. Even though it was meant to be a quiet, relaxing break for her, that sight was even more painful. The moment her gaze was fixed onto the ground, looking at the leaves scattered around, a kid would approach her. Dirty blonde hair, green eyes. He couldn't be older than four, dressed up with a little blue romper and a white shirt. Lawrence's heart dropped at that sight, yet give the child a small smile in return. She would have to live as she always had, watching those happy moments from afar. The tears that were about to roll down her cheeks were held back as she looked away from the happy child in front of her. Her hand touched the child's soft cheeks and hair, widening her smile as much as she could even if tears spilled from her eyes. He was holding a stuffed animal, which soon learnt was a giraffe. The kid's curious eyes looked at Lawrence, as if they were trying to study her, and responded eventually with another smile. “What's your name, sweetheart?” She asked a few seconds later, blinking slowly and letting more tears fall from her eyelids to her skin, while she placed her coffee cup aside on the bench. ”My name is Samuel!” He said with a little shout. His voice was high and clear, yet still very soft. He was probably excited at having a new person to talk to. “What’s your name?” Samuel continued with a tilted head, having his stuffed giraffe in his other hand. He looked like a happy, little kid, filled with joy at having no problems in life at the moment.

Lawrence, after an immense amount of time, felt her heart bursting with unconditional love and joy. As much as it was painful for her, that simple interaction was enough to warm her heart in a way that felt totally unexpected. Giving Samuel another smile, she cupped the child's cheek and brushed her thumb on his skin. “My name is Lawrence,” She quietly replied, with a single nod, as to greet the little boy. Her hand, then, went to hold and shake the little boy's. “Nice to meet you.” Samuel immediately giggled when Lawrence took his hand, his whole body shaking a bit. He probably never met someone as soft as her before, and Lawrence looked like she could be his mother if only the world had been kinder to her. ”Nice to meet you, Lawrence!” The chil said enthusiastically, smiling bright as he talked with the woman. “Your name is very pretty!” He then told her, a bit of a dreamy gaze on his face while he told his thoughts out loud. Her heart, at that point, shattered in million little pieces. Samuel looked like the true definition of a carefree child. Lawrence took notice of every single detail, from the way the romper wrapped around Sam's tiny body, to his hands holding the stuffed giraffe, to his missing tooth on the front of his mouth. “You're very kind, Sam,” She said gently after a minute of silence, brushing a leaf that fell on the boy's head in the meantime. “Your mother is surely proud of you.”

Sam thought for a few seconds, his brow furrowing in concentration. He remembered having a mommy, he really did. Yet he couldn’t recall what or who she looked like. Sam didn’t understand it. “She is not proud of me…” Samuel answered sadly, a little frown forming on his face at the thought. Sam didn’t have a mother anymore that loved him and that made him feel really sad just a moment ago. Then, he smiled, looking at Lawrence and shrugging his shoulders. “But that’s okay!” Lawrence felt like she didn't have a heart anymore. If Sam didn't have a mother or she wasn't loving him as he deserved, it all felt like a cruel, inhuman joke. The little boy wasn't her child, yet she felt her motherly instincts kicking in. “You don't have a mother anymore?” She asked quietly, as if she didn't want to trigger any sort of reaction in Sam that could potentially make him feel bad. “Are you here with your dad?” Sam shook his head and placed his stuffed giraffe on his lap with a big smile on his face, as if trying to hide the sad truth of the situation. “I had a mommy,” He replied quietly. He then giggled softly and looked at Lawrence, tilting his little head once more. “And you have a baby?” Lawrence looked down at her stomach, as if she expected to find Arthur with her. She placed a hand over her abdomen. “No, Sam. I don’t.” She replied softly. Lawrence couldn't vent to a kid, of course. She couldn't explain why her child wasn't with her anymore, and that situation felt heavy. It didn't take long, however, to see a man calling Sam's name, quickly stepping towards the bench with a rather worried look on his face. Perhaps it was his dad, or a step father. Samuel looked at Lawrence with a concerned stare, sensing something was wrong with that nice woman he just met at the park. He looked curious about what she would say or do, as his head tilted once again and he raised his eyebrows with a question mark in his eyes. Sam’s dad came over to her, a quite handsome looking man who looked like he was in his late twenties. He looked as if he lived a good life, with a steady job that had allowed him to raise Sam in a good way. The boy looked at his dad, a bit embarrassed as he pointed towards Lawrence. “I made her sad, dad.” Upon hearing those words, she let out a light chuckle and shook her head, reaching for her purse to grab a tissue and wipe the tears and smudged makeup off her face. The idea of a kid she just met being so sensitive to other people's feelings was making her heart ache in a way that her chest hurt. “He did nothing wrong,” She reassured Sam's father with a polite nod of hers, wiping her nose as she spoke to the man. “Samuel is a lovely child.” Sam smiled when Lawrence complimented him then climbed on her lap, being a bit more affectionate with her as he placed his tiny hand on her chest. His dad looked at Lawrence and smiled. “My son is very sweet and considerate of others. He’s a joy to raise.” Then, he kneeled next to Lawrence, in order to look at her face. “Is everything alright?”

The little boy's embrace felt so good yet painful. It was the hundredth reminder of how she was never going to experience anything like that, at least when it came to her own child. Even a simple question about how she was doing made her feel loved. Nobody else cared about asking such thing to her anymore. “More or less,” She replied to the man with a soft whisper, nodding and wiping some more tears from her rosey cheeks. “It'll pass, don't worry.”

Samuel placed a small kiss on Lawrence’s cheek, making her heart ache once more. He didn’t even notice, though, since he was too busy trying to play with his stuffed giraffe to notice what went on with her. Sam’s dad was more perceptive than his son, as he was already looking between the boy and Lawrence. He knew she was acting strange to say the least. “Are you sure?” He asked her quietly. As much as she was very reserved and cared about not saying her business to the first person she'd meet on the street, just like it happened with the man crouching in front of her on the bench, Lawrence needed to let it all out. Not even waiting for her therapy appointment whatsoever. Her lips quivered at the thought of having to explain what happened to her, yet she did. Lawrence told Sam's father about her own son, how Levi took it from her, keeping it simple. Her hand would clutch the tissue every now and then, feeling the same pain she experienced when she gave birth and Levi took her child from her.

Despite being a stranger to that entire situation, Samuel's father was shocked. He couldn’t even believe that such a thing had happened. Lawrence was supposed to be a happy mother who got to see her first child learn to talk, walk, etc. She was supposed to be with her own son, not having to mourn him. He gently pulled Lawrence in a hug, not saying a word, since there was nothing to say. Sam could sense everything happening and was worried about Lawrence. He gently laid his head on Lawrence’s shoulder, cuddling her and letting her know he was there for her. For the first time in three years, Lawrence felt understood. She felt loved, in a way, even more than Hange had loved her before passing and through their secret relationships. Even more than her friends and colleagues would do. Whoever that man was, he took his time to listen to her burdens and didn't judge her, nor made her feel like a scapegoat. It felt like the floodgates opened once she hugged that man, burying her head on his shoulder, soaking his soft green sweater with her tears. Lawrence would never be a mother for Arthur. That was her grim truth.

Sam’s father was kind and patient with her, knowing she needed it. Being the father of a young kid, he must have been used to things like these, and he didn’t mind helping Lawrence through it. Samuel, meanwhile, kept being affectionate towards her. His tiny hand gently pat on her head, comforting his new 'friend' in a way no one else would. He knew she was in pain, even if he didn’t understand why she was feeling this way. The moment she pulled away from the hug, Lawrence would excuse herself for that little breakdown she had and caress Sam's hair, as to thank him for his support. His dad was indeed an awesome man, and by the way he carried himself he must've been a doctor, or a lawyer perhaps. His kindness was the thing that struck her. A type of kindness she never expected from a man.

“You two make a wonderful father-son pair.” Lawrence said after a short while, drying her cheeks with a clean tissue and offering the other two a rather warm smile. Samuel, like his father, enjoyed a bit of banter with Lawrence. Even if he was only four, he had a way of putting things and talking to Lawrence that made her think he was much more mature. He smiled back at Lawrence, gently taking his son’s hand and looking at him. “Sam is my treasure.” Then, he looked back at Lawrence and stood up, offering her a hand to help her up as well. After she took the offered hand, he continued. “I’m Michael, Michael Watson.” Lawrence gladly accepted the gesture and held Michael's hand, feeling how firm yet gentle his grip was. He was taller than her, a well built man. Sam was his carbon copy of his own father, to say the least: they both shared the same eyes and nose. “Lawrence Rose Mary.” Michael’s blue eyes had a curious look, studying Lawrence even as she held his hand, and his gaze would be slightly drawn towards the stuffed giraffe that Sam was still holding in his right hand. “Samuel and I have to get going now, Lawrence.” He told her, smiling at her and tilting his head. “Thank you for being nice to me.” The little boy gently said, giving her one last kiss on the cheek as well, making her break once more.

Once she greeted the two of them, Lawrence grabbed her coffee cup, now cold, and marched towards her own house. That entire moment was one she know it would be keeping up her at least that same night, but it was needed to let her know there's not only despair and grieving around her. There's love, compassion even.

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The Vitulation Cycle: An Arthuriana fanfiction (King Arthur x OC and Arthur x Guinevere x Lancelot) CHAPTER 14: MORDRED

Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction I do not make any money from this. Cultist Simulator elements belongs to the Weather Factory, House of the Dragon/Game of thrones elements belongs to George RR Martin and Arthuriana while generally regarded as under the public domain, it comes from the culture of Britain.

Chapter 14 - Mordred

"We're watching you." Sir Lancelot tells you before he goes back to her majesty's side. Only for Sir Gwaine to make a gesture with his two fingers gesturing from his eyes to you. Understandable really since Ayrmida had just recovered from something that triggered her past trauma. You were all gathered to have a picnic in the Castle grounds, or more specifically in the gardens since it was the best place where the sun's warmth was. While you were given a chance to spend some time with Ayrmida alone, you could still feel everyone's eyes on you, especially Sir Ector her grandfather.

It was true that you admired and held some affection for the youngest member of the court. But you know it wasn't love. Perhaps it's because she too was still trying to find herself. For all you could remember all you really wanted was to belong to someplace as yourself. You didn't feel at home with the Christian orphanage that raised you until you were able to find work in your studies in botany. You initially came to Camelot at eleven to learn under their scholars more about the sciences. Merlin was a strict teacher and seems to dislike you for a reason you couldn't understand. You were thankful that unofficially, King Arthur had in nearly everything but name became your father. You would sometimes feel guilty when sometimes you eavesdropped the various arguments they would have about you.

"You are playing a very dangerous game Arthur!"

"Merlin, I don't care what future you have foreseen. He's just a boy and you are already treating him over something he hasn't done."

"Yet. Done yet Arthur. You choosing to ignore my warnings will only break your heart. Your love for him will be wasted."

"Tell me Merlin, have you become so obsessed with what the future may become that you forget to live in the present? You don't know if he will make those choices! I will take guidance from what you have seen but I will not stop loving Mordred as my own child."

It was then that you became interested in the martial ways. You didn't know why Merlin treated you this way, but you were going to prove him wrong that King Arthur was wasting his love on you.

And so like Ayrmida you sought to make yourself one of the best people to ever serve Camelot. You began paying attention to the politics, the martial ways, and the resources Camelot has to offer. You weren't at all finished with your journey, but now you understand some of the decisions he, Queen Guinevere, and some of the other knights and courtiers were doing. You didn't know enough to make your own opinions on what should be done yet, but you feel you were on your way there.

"Mordred? What is King Arthur like?" Ayrmida asks bringing your attention back to your own present. Seated beside her on a picnic blanket eating on cheese, bread, mutton and boiled eggs.

"Where do I begin?"

"From whatever you have thought of first." You chuckle at her response at your rhetorical question.

"This may seem strange but King Arthur is much like a father to me."

"Oh?"

"My parents were travelers who died on their way to a pilgrimage. And so the Christian convent had raised me when I was the only one who survived the plague. I don't recall what they did before they took me on that pilgrimage trip. It was when I went to Camelot for further studies than the convent could offer that I found a father figure in him. Back then I too was the young blood in court - not the youngest since there were plenty of boys my age who wanted to enter into Camelot's martial training. But probably the only one who was here for scholarly studies rather than just martial training. Arthur had found me in my studies and had began volunteering to personally help with things that just escaped my understanding. The funny thing was that I didn't know he was the King. I just assumed he was another courtier or a scholar of Camelot. It was only when I attended my first Court session and he made his appearance that I discovered that he was the King himself. And afterward we just became closer."

"I see." She says before taking a bite of her buttered bread.

"I'm just nervous of something embarrassing happening if or when he chooses to talk to me in open court."

"He wouldn't intentionally do that. I imagine that any embarrassment is most likely to come from you."

"Mordred!" She exclaims in disbelief but you could tell that she found the humor in your joke.

"It's true. On your first court session with Queen Guinevere I was wondering if your nervousness would make you faint on front of everyone."

"Well it was my first time in any court! You have years of experience."

"I'm only three years older than you."

"You've been here far longer than I have."

"And what is so different from all the court sessions you've attended with Queen Guinevere presiding? This time you'll be meeting with Camelot's King." Then you see her face change. You couldn't tell if it was better or worse but there was definitely a change in her.

"There will be many things different."

"I highly doubt that."

"I hope for that too." She says before she takes a quick glance at all the knights who were watching the two of you. As soon as they see her looking at them they quickly turn away and pretend to have been doing something else. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at them. They weren't trying to be discreet and their gazes at you and Ayrmida were obvious in your peripheral vision. You knew that many of them thought that you were infatuated with her and feared that you might take this chance to seduce her. This wasn't the case though you did hold affection for her.

And to think these were the same people whose ranks you will be joining once you became a knight.

"May I ask a promise from you Mordred?" She asks as she brings herself closer to you. Her expression serious.

"What kind of promise?"

"Will you promise that no matter what happens could we still be friends?" You couldn't help but smile.

"Of course I will. But why make me promise over something so obvious?"

"Because I fear you wouldn't want to be my friend anymore after something happens. You have been a good friend to me Mordred, and I wouldn't want to lose our friendship." This touched you, it's been awhile since anyone your age wanted to be with you. The other boys who had started their martial training before you did were envious of your relationship with the King and didn't want to have anything to do with you. And girls around your age just keep looking at you in a strange light. Probably this infatuation that everyone keeps saying you have for Ayrmida.

You make sure to meet her eyes as you make her a promise she requested.

"I, Mordred, promise to still be your friend no matter what happens." She smiles back with some relief.

"And I, Ayrmida promise the same. Thank you for this Mordred."

"Of course, I'll still be your friend even when I become a Knight of the round table." She chuckles at this.

"I have no doubt you will."

She leaves you with a smile, and you couldn't help but feel she is keeping something from you. Some mysterious secret that she is keeping to herself. It was fine, even you have your own secrets.

You weren't going to deny to yourself that you wanted to be Arthur's heir. It wasn't because of the power it would give you but to also show that anyone who was devoted and hard working enough would also be good enough to be one of Camelot's leaders. It was why you strived to familiarize yourself with the different factions in court and what it would mean for the interest of Camelot. And your work seems to be paying off since you have the favor of many significant factions in court. Including Queen Guinevere and King Arthur before he had left to embark on his second attempt in fulfilling the Grail quest.

You couldn't wait for him to return. He might tease you for finally making a friend who is closer in your age than just being a perpetual student or squire to everyone his age.

And it turns out to your delight he came sooner than you had expected.

He arrived late at night with his brother Sir Kay and plenty of the other knights who had gone to take care of the problem of the witch hunters. You see them detain a few prisoners whom you recognize were some of the witch hunters that had attacked Camelot recently. You then quickly run to try to find Ayrmida so she may have her first glimpse of who Camelot's king was.

"Queen Guinevere, Sir Lancelot, Sir Gwaine, Sir Percival, have any of you seen Ayrmida? King Arthur has arrived with Sir Kay and the knights who went to take care of the witch hunters. I wanted to show her who he is before he holds court tomorrow."

"Oh that's wonderful Mordred!" Queen Guinevere says as she begins giving orders to some of her ladies to make sure the King's chambers were tidy and ready for his return.

"Does anyone know where Ayrmida is?"

"She's with Sir Ector having a dinner in town. You'll probably meet them tomorrow." Sir Lancelot tells you as he stands to give out his own orders and make his own preparations for King Arthur's return.

"Hmph that's if Arthur is ready to have court tomorrow. A banquet sure, but I think he will have at least one day of rest before returning to his duties."

"Want a bet Sir Percival?" Gwaine says with a grin. Since you won't be meeting either of the persons you were looking for, you take your dinner and retreat to your room to put yourself to sleep.

The next day, much to Sir Percival's dismay, King Arthur did hold court although it was much later than normal, though given that he, Sir Kay and the other knights who had ventured out had only arrived late last night.    

When he entered to take his seat at the round table there was much applause and excitement. He had his beard trimmed to his preferred length of being close to his chin and his beard hairs on the shorter end. Enough to show his beard but short enough to show the lower half of his face.

The court then settles down as Queen Guinevere takes her place beside him and everyone is seated.

"It's good to finally be back."

Another round of applause was given.

"I have missed you all and will now hear and discuss matters that are most urgent. I'll do this before I reveal whether my quest for the Grail has been a success or not."

As court went on your mind wondered where Ayrmida was. Your eyes finally see her behind her uncle at his chair at the round table and some distance behind her was a couple of hooded figures who seemed to blend in with the background. Who are they?

"Mordred." You hear him call your name and you step forward and present yourself on front of him.

"Based on reports of your progress it won't be long before you become a knight and part of the brotherhood of the round table. Your last few major tests would be in my presence before I formally knight you." He tells you with a smile and you couldn't help but share in his enthusiasm.

"Really your majesty?"

"Truly, why do you think the other knights tend to tease you a little bit more recently." You hear them laugh with some like Sir Gaheris and Sir Bedivere giving you encouraging looks.

This is it.

You will soon be knighted.

All you need to do is to past a few more tests and you would finally be a part of the highest brotherhood in Camelot.

"Tha-Thank you your majesty." You bow before him before going back to your place on the sides, although it wasn't lost on you that you did see encouraging smiles and gestures from the other knights of the round table.

A few more petitions and issues were discussed, but you couldn't hear any of them as your mind was still savoring the news that you were almost a knight.

Finally the petitions were finished and Queen Guinevere played her card.

"We may be done with the petitions but there is a new face in court that I want you to meet."

"Oh?" He asks in excitement. You almost forgot how he loves entertaining new members of his court.

"She's a new lady of mine. Lady Ayrmida?" Ayrmida makes her way on front of King Arthur. You see her more calm than she was her first time.

But even King Arthur could sense just a little bit of nervousness coming from her.

"Ayrmida? How are you?" He asks in a very gentle and soft tone. A tone you would often hear whenever he wanted to calm someone down.

"A little nervous since everyone is looking at me."

"Oh don't worry, everyone is also looking at me." That did the trick and this causes her to laugh and her nervousness disappeared.

"There we go, feeling better?" Arthur gives a little chuckle with a gentle smile and a glint of affection in his eyes.

"Yes, thank you for that."

"Well since you're feeling better. I would like to know what you've thought of Camelot and my court so far? Are my knights fooling around behind my back?" You couldn't help but laugh along with some of the other knights in the table.

"Well it depends on your definition of fooling around. They tease and joke a lot, but when I was worried and traumatized upon hearing what the witch hunters were doing, they were there for me when I needed them the most." A resounding sound of awe surrounded the room.

"Even Mordred has been a great friend to me. And I think he would make a great knight of your round table." You couldn't help but blush a little bit at being specifically mentioned by her to your King and father figure.

"And how have you been adjusting being one of Queen Guinevere's ladies?"

"They were mostly good to me. Queen Guinevere herself had personally taken me under her wing."

"And how has she been with you?" He asks his wife speculatively.

"She's been a fine young lady. I'm extremely happy to have her as one of my ladies. She's almost like a daughter to me." He smiles at that, there was something mischievous about it that you couldn't explain why.

"Is this true Sir Lancelot? Or is there a hidden conspiracy between them?" He asks jokingly and both the Queen and Ayrmida laughs.

"It is true, my liege, and may I also add that she's been a hidden gem and a devoted student to the martial ways as her teacher. Even though she sometimes could be too impatient to move to the next level." Sir Lancelot says with affection and the King just chuckles at this. Almost as if to say that he knows what he's talking about.

"Now have you been good to your uncle Sir Kay and to your grandfather Sir Ector?" She gives him a sheepish look.

"I may have snuck out a few times from them but I make sure to take great care and I never go too far from the castle."

"Oh don't get me started." Sir Ector murmurs.

"In my defense, these trips were very insightful in showing me Camelot's strengths and weaknesses. And in the back of my mind I always knew my uncle have assigned some of the knights who weren't on duty to make sure nothing horrible happened to me."

"And what are Camelot's strengths and weaknesses?"

"To summarize because I sense some of your courtiers would want to be dismissed already - Camelot is strong in accepting all cultures and backgrounds of all who come and live here. But it's weakness is that not many of these cultures have a say in court beyond the local level. I will admit I am still learning. But your court is biased towards some of the dominant cultures here. And it would be good to have a few courtiers from lesser known subcultures that are subjects of Camelot contribute their perspective in your court."

This was rather bold of her. You too have noticed this issue but it is at a periphery to some of the other issues that you were thinking about. Where did she get this bravery from when a few moments ago she might have allowed her nervousness to take her over?

"This of course is not the only issue, but that is the issue that appeared first in my head when you asked."

"Of course, and I appreciate your honesty about your insights. There is always room for improvement and I and my court are also included in that."

"Likewise."

"Members of the round table, how has she been with all of you?"

"You're asking an awful lot of questions for a new face in court my King." Sir Dagonet comments as King Arthur gestures for him to continue on.

"She has been good. We were quite surprised when she was insistent on learning the martial ways but after discovering that she was a promising student, she was quite a sight to behold." Sir Bedivere says in an affectionate yet no nonsense way.

"Yeah."

"Agreed."

"What Sir Bedivere has said."

"She's also not scared to answer back. Quite refreshing." Sir Gwaine adds before smiling at Ayrmida's pointed look at him.

"Generally speaking you like her." King Arthur was met with more nods and affirmative responses.

"And what's the feedback from the ladies?" Those who were allied closely with Queen Guinevere gave the same replies that the knights had on Ayrmida while those who didn't like her and was probably planning to seduce Arthur just shrugged or remained silent.

Sir Dagonet was right, why was the King asking so much questions about her and to her?

"Well I think it's about time we wrap this up." You hear the relieved sighs of some members of the court. Some people cried out questions about his Grail quest but he ignored them and turned his attention back at Ayrmida with a hidden mischief in his smile once again.

"Has this been an insightful and satisfying experience for you?" Ayrmida smiles, nods and takes a breath.

"Yes it has. Thank you so much for this...father."

What?!

Father?!

You hear the surprised sounds of court.

"I'm sorry for the surprise to everyone. But it was part of her wish for her twelfth birthday." Arthur stands up as he goes to Ayrmida's side.

"I would like to formally introduce my eldest daughter, Ayrmida Targaryen Pendragon. Daenara, Daeron, you can reveal yourselves now." The hooded figures close to Ayrmida revealed themselves and you hear more gasps in the room.

The woman, Daenara Targaryen, the King's first wife is not just alive, she is here before all in court. She was definitely ethereally beautiful with her silvery blond hair and vibrant violet eyes. The boy, Daeron, Ayrmida's twin brother, looked a lot like King Arthur but with his mother's violet eyes.

"This is my son Daeron, and this is my first wife Daenara Targaryen. The Grail."

[violetarks]

Let Her In

Anime: My Hero Academia

Character: Bakugou Katsuki

Summary: He seems too busy to spend time with, but he assures you he still loves her. One night is all it takes for Y/N to finally realise that maybe she didn't have a space in Bakugou's life.

Song: Naked — James Arthur

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

"I have to stay late at work tomorrow."

Y/N blinked once at the dishes she was putting away before relaxing her shoulders. "You do?" She mumbled, grabbing the next plate from Bakugou's hands to dry it, "Until when?"

"Probably late, 11 at most." He replied, turning off the tap and shaking his wet hands in the sink.

"You've been having late night shifts for the past week, Katsuki." She pointed out, closing the cabinet and staring at her hands. They were so cold. Nothing could warm them up but one thing.

Bakugou turned to her and replied, wiping his hands to dry them, "I know, but those fucking villains won't let up." He rubbed the back of his neck to release the tension in his muscles, "Trust me, when I have time, I'll be here as much as I can."

Y/N lived in her own apartment, thanks to Jirou and Mina who lived together in the apartment across from her. Bakugou lived only 30 minutes away, which made it easy for him to come over for dinner or to sleep over.

It used to be very, very frequent.

At the moment, Bakugou had been held up at his agency. Y/N knew that her boyfriend was one of the top Pro Heroes who scared off the villains, but she missed him. The first few months were amazing, filled with nothing but happiness and laughs. But it was quiet now.

"Right." Y/N said, moving to clean up the rest of the kitchen, avoiding his gaze, "You can head off, I'll clean up the rest of this."

Bakugou glanced at her, watching as she moved around. She was occupying herself so she doesn't have to keep talking about he's going to miss out date night tomorrow. Bakugou knew it was date night. He tried his hardest to decrease the amount of work he had to do for today, he knew that Y/N was getting lonely. But crime never rests.

"I'll sleep over tonight." He said, pushing in the chairs into the table. He saw how she peeked a look up to him. "I'll wake up earlier to leave for work."

Y/N only nodded, finishing up the chore before Bakugou went into her room. He had spares of clothes in her room that he'd change into for times like these. More often than not, he'd come over to hers instead of Y/N going to Bakugou's. She didn't mind since she had everything she ever wanted. Her home, her boyfriend, everything.

She was as close as she could be to Bakugou. As she could be.

They had kissed, hugged, held hands and even made out multiple times. It's been four months. But there was a road block.

Y/N slipped into the bed after seeing Bakugou already beginning to doze off. He came home late because of hero work, and would work late tomorrow because of hero work. He was most definitely tired and Y/N didn't want him to be more of that. So she faced the other way after kissing the top of Bakugou's forehead, wishing him a good sleep.

She stared at the wall for a good majority of the first hour. Until Bakugou shifted and wrapped his arms around her from behind, mumbling something about being warm. Y/N relaxed a little, feeling her eyes drop a few times. She sighed out softly.

"I love you, Katsuki."

Bakugou didn't speak. He was asleep, of course he wouldn't reply. But Y/N felt her heart ache at how easily she could say it and mean it, and how he hadn't yet. Six months, that was long enough, right? He tells her how lovely and beautiful she was. He loved her. Right. Right?

"You don't have to be scared, Katsuki." She told him, drawing lines of his warm skin, "You can say it back."

She was encouraging him. She wanted to hear him say it so badly. For reassurance that he loved her, at all. If he couldn't do that, then she shouldn't care.

She was giving her all to him, doing everything she could to assure Bakugou that she loved him so much. Bakugou would smile with a roll of his eyes before kissing her over and over again. But that was only half of what Y/N would give him.

Y/N sighed again, wiping her eyes before turning around and circling her arms around his waist, digging her face into his chest. It didn't take long for her to go to sleep, her thoughts finally leaving her alone.

Bakugou brushed his fingers through her hair gently, blinking slowly in the dark as she kissed the top of her head.

He can't.

A Few Days Later . . .

"Get out."

Bakugou's glare softened into just a gaze.

"Wh—... What?" He mumbled out, gruff voice smoothing out for a moment.

"Get. Out." Y/N repeats, pointing to the door of her apartment.

Bakugou stood there, stunned by the sight of his amazing girlfriend. Y/N was standing there in her astonishing dress that she had picked out when Bakugou told her to 'doll up' for a date night tonight.

She was waiting for three hours, remembering that Bakugou told her to meet at the restaurant. She got all pretty, excited that he was going out with her for the first time this month. The first hour was fine, maybe there was traffic or he needed to be patched up. The second hour was when she started blowing up his phone. The third hour was when she felt embarrassed from the waitor asking if she wanted the check, which she took and paid for herself. She made it home five hours after she left.

Bakugou was in her apartment, changed into more comfortable clothing than his hero costume. It was obvious that he had gotten into a fight with the scratches on his cheek. But when he looked over to see her walking through the door, he perked up and complimented her.

She cursed at him, taking off her shoes before wiping her face in the mirror.

That lead to this part of the story.

Bakugou was explaining how he just doesn't have enough time and Y/N was saying how he could've at least texted her first. Bakugou rolled his eyes and Y/N rose her voice. Bakugou said that the world didn't revolve around her and Y/N said that he needed to learn how to give people a chance to get closer to him.

Bakugou scoffed and said there was no point since he knew nobody would be staying that long.

Y/N went silent for a moment as it processed through her mind.

She knew how he acted in public, like he was a lone wolf. This doesn't mean that he went out to other people and said he was single. No, he would never. He just wanted to show everyone that he was independent and wouldn't let anyone in. Y/N knew first hand by the way he was keeping it from her.

But she would've never thought that he didn't want to depend on her. Or let her in.

So she didn't see a point in him still being here.

"Why?" Bakugou said, gripping his sleeves tightly, "Why do you want me to leave?"

Y/N was tearing up. They weren't falling. The tears were puling up in the corners of her eyes. She was shaking and her legs would give out at any moment.

"Because I've given you everything I can and you..." She sighed, using her palm to wipe an eye, "You've given me nothing, Katsuki. You just... You don't think about me as much as I think about you. We're not as important to each other as we thought. And I don't know if we'll ever be."

Bakugou furrowed his brows. He walked closer to her and reached out to hold onto her shoulders. "That's not true and you fucking know it—" He said, voice hard and solid as his face shook with fear, "You know how much I care about you, Y/N, nobody means as much to me as you do."

"But not enough to tell me you love me." She spoke, tilting her head at him, "Katsuki, you need to leave. I can't... I can't keep doing this with you."

Bakugou was hyperventilating. If it weren't for the circumstances of the situation, Y/N would've taken him into her arms and assure him that she loved him deeply. But Y/N was the one who needed him now.

"Give me one more chance, I promise." Bakugou said, pulling her into a gigantic hug and not letting her slip away, "I won't fuck up this time, I swear. I can't lose you Y/N, please."

Y/N bit her lip. She then clenched her jaw.

"Say you love me, Katsuki." She told him, hands against his arms, "Just do that. Please. That's all I ask."

He opened his mouth to say it. He had the words circling his mouth. It was on the tip of his tongue, he just needed to use his voice to say it out loud. Damn it, if he didn't soon them he would lose her.

"Fuck."

Y/N frowned, pulling away from Bakugou. "You need to learn to let me in, Katsuki. Without that, I don't think we can be together." She states, standing back from Bakugou's figure, "Maybe when that happens, I'll come back to you and I'll tell you that I love you again."

Bakugou held his breath as she stared blankly at him. She stood at the sink, leaning back against it once he stepped back from her.

She wasn't going to run into his arms and say that she loved him anymore.

"So what do I do with all my things?" Bakugou asks, glaring at the floor. Stupid voice. Why couldn't he just say those three words? Why did he have to lose Y/N because of that?

"I'll ask Mina and Jirou to drop it off at yours." She stated, still staring at him. She wanted to see how he'd react. Not because she was excited or looking forward to it. But because Bakugou could be unpredictable and sometimes he'd make an outburst. She was cautious. "I'll give everything back."

"Just the clothes I use." Bakugou says, taking the keys off of the table in front of him, "You can keep everything else."

Y/N thought that he must be saying this to be nice. To make sure they ended this on the best terms. Maybe he didn't want things to be rocky between them so their friends wouldn't have to choose sides. She understood and just nodded her head.

But Bakugou told her to keep it all because he didn't want things to officially end here.

He was determined to come back to her and love her again just like he did, perhaps even more. He wouldn't leave Y/N here without proving how much she meant to him. Bakugou needed her. Bakugou wanted her. Bakugou had her. Right there.

Y/N didn't fit into his life, that's how she felt. Bakugou tried to make it happen and he would still try. He had everything in the palm of his hands and he let it go, slowly.

"I'll come back to you." Bakugou said, placing her apartment key copy he had onto the table. He held her copy of his house key in his own hands. "You have my word. I'm not leaving you here. I'll be back for you."

Y/N could see how ambitious he was. He was truly going to try and break down his walls in order to get her back. Y/N didn't know whether that was a good thing or bad thing. Bakugou had his hero work to focus on as well as keeping himself in fit shape for it. In retrospect, Bakugou wouldn't have much time to spend with her. But he wanted to try harder, even though he did so already.

She tilted her head with a gentle smile on her face. Bakugou widened his eyes at her.

"You're crying." He said. A warning, that she was revealing more of how she felt than he intended. He knew she was strong. "Y/N..."

"I'll be waiting for you."

Bakugou gazed at her expression, still smiling and closed eyes. She didn't seem as hurt as she did before, when they were screaming and arguing like crazy. For sure, Mina and Jirou heard. But it was quiet. A good kind of quiet.

Y/N sighed out, shrugging her shoulders, "I... I really hoped it wouldn't come to this. But maybe if we have some time to focus on different things, we can make it back to each other."

Bakugou nodded his head once before warily taking steps towards her. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around her shoulders, resting his head against hers. He felt her arms go around his waist and clutch onto the back of his hoodie. She leaned into him.

Y/N was warm now.

"I love you." She spoke, tears drenching his clothes as she dug her head into his shoulder, "I'll be here when you're ready, Katsuki. Just... please don't be too long."

Bakugou kissed the side of her head, closing his eyes and biting the inside of his cheek gently. "If you miss me too much, you can just watch the news. Like you always do." He chuckled, trying to cover up the fact that he was crying too now, "I'll be busting those villains' asses, just wait. And... I'll have you back."

She smiled more, pulling away and leaving him to walk towards the exit. He grabbed his keys, wallet and phone before opening the door.

"See you later, Y/N."

"You too, Katsuki."

He stepped through the door and turned around to close it. When he looked up to her for the last time, Bakugou noticed her playing with her fingers. A habit she had picked up when he couldn't hold her hand. He wouldn't be doing that for a while.

A quick glance for satisfaction before he closed the door behind him.

That sign that she hadn't given up on him completely. That little sign was enough to make him believe he still had a chance.

Bakugou was glad she hadn't taken off the engagement ring.

[singeramg]

Midnight: Chapter 7

Pairing: Clark Kent- Superman/ Metahuman! Black! OFC

Warnings: Still angsty.

A/n: I was going to wait to post this until next week but naw lol Here is chapter 7!

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Midnight: Chapter 7

I felt the plane descending and soon I was grateful for the feeling of solid, non war torn ground underneath me. I had stopped crying a long time ago and resolved to go home on a high note. I conjured a brush and made sure my hair didn’t look like a rats nest as best I could without my coconut oil and my tried and true detangling comb. It went back into a high ponytail.  I came back out of the room as the hatch to the plane opened for us to get out. 

“Hey Gia the team is going out for a drink! Wanna come with us?”

Barry offers and I knew he was just glad to be included. I walked over to the team, noting Clark’s absence.

“Sorry guys but I can’t. I promised someone special ice cream and seeing as my lovely sitter hasn’t called me crying I think I’ll pass before it all goes bad. It’s been awesome to let Midnight out to play.”

I was surprised to feel disappointment from all of them. I was touched but I knew I had to stick to my original plan, besides I didn’t know if they invited Clark to their little outing and he just zipped home to get out of his get up or not. 

“Maybe you should let her out more often. Need more women like us in the field.” Diana says.

“ Maybe. For now though. I think it’s best if I lay low. Stay safe.”

I waved and shifted to become invisible because I wanted no one to see where I was going...

The train ride back to my apartment was long, with all the stops and whatnot it was twice as long as the chauffeured car I had to get to Metropolis. I made it home, grateful that Kalen was still down the hall because I had time to get out of my clothes and take a hot shower. All of the soreness hit me like a freight train, I quickly realized I had used muscles that hadn’t been worked out properly in a while. I laughed as I knew that if Clark knew how out of shape I was then he would have my ass in a sling. Working out would be an understatement if he thought I wasn’t prepared to defend myself. The laugh quickly turned into tears and I allowed only a few to fall before I shook my head to stop them and got out of my shower.

*Flashback* -5 years ago

    “You will end up exhausted and defeated if that is your fighting strategy.”

    “Excuse me mister ‘ I get my strength from the Sun’. All of us aren’t so lucky.”

Clark looks down at me from his spot hovering over me as I laid on the grass, panting from running up the side of a mountain that Clark had flown us to. I can tell he is highly amused at the state of my pain. His gym shorts and old t-shirt looks hardly disturbed, not even sweating, and he had long since put his baseball cap in my bag for safe keeping. He had only worn it while flying to avoid detection cameras seeing his face.

      “ Hey you asked for this. I already told you if you want out to the public to help them, you need to be ready.”

     “My powers are growing every day.”

   “Exactly but you still need your endurance and strength.” He says almost exasperated, or at least as much as he could sound. 

    “You see this is on that bullshit.” 

Clark smiles at me and offers me his hand. I let him pull me up. He was used to my foul language by now. I bent down and grabbed a bottle of water from my small book bag. I was ready to come out of the blue tank top and black yoga pants. It was hot as the sun shines down on the hill we had run up together to stand on top of. 

    “Gia you know as well as I do this is necessary.”

    “My power...”

    “ I don't want you to rely on it. Gia please don’t fight me on this. If I take you on the field with me I need you to keep yourself safe. You’ve come too far for you to endanger your life by not being prepared. Besides who else am I going to get my free coffee from in the mornings.”

I laughed while sitting the bottle down. 

   “I knew only kept me around for the free Coffee.” 

I was working as a barista at a local coffee shop around the corner from the Daily Planet. It had been a few months since Clark had rescued me and helped me get back on my feet. We rode into town together and he mostly always made sure I made it home again. I had been in a bad way once he saved me, but he hadn’t given up on me. Neither him or his mother had ever treated me badly. Even his girlfriend Lois had been nice to me and treated me with the dignity I felt I lost over the years. Some things still scared me, like Men walking too close, loud noises, etc.

I had gotten a job as soon as I could despite Clark and his mother Martha telling me to rest and get back on my feet. 

   “Gia I keep you around for a lot more than coffee. I hope you know that.”

He was looking at me and I felt the breeze flow over me, a slight relief from the hot sun that didn’t affect Clark in the slightest.

   “Sure you do. You don’t have to butter me up to get me to exercise.”

I laughed attempting to deflect the serious tone the conversation had taken but Clark didn’t let that happen. 

  “Really Gia I mean it. I think you underestimate how special you are.”

I ignored how tight my stomach felt, my heartbeat racing. 

For the last month or so I had begun developing feelings for Clark. I didn’t want to and I was sure this was some sort of transfer of emotions where I was bonding to my rescuer. Trauma bonds or some sort shit like that. I knew he loved Lois. The special smile he reserved for her wasn’t something I wanted to ruin for them. Clark deserves someone like Lois who had her shit together. Not some clusterfuck of a person who as of a handful of months ago didn’t even really know who she was. Besides, he was my best friend I couldn’t lose him, who else would I have?

  “If I could blush Clark I would be red. Now that you are done with the pep talk let’s finish this exercising-slash- murdering the trainee thing you’ve got me doing. I think Mrs. Kent promised to make her Meatloaf again and you know how I feel about her meatloaf.”

   “She hears you calling her Mrs. Kent instead of Martha she will have your head and there will be no Meatloaf for you. That and I will probably eat it all just to spite you.”

He jokes and starts running away from me as  I roll my eyes and go to hit his arm. Of course I can only catch him if he allows it but it’s good fun anyway.

Just like that Clark Kent was in my friend-zone again, exactly where I needed to keep him.

*End Flashback*

 I pulled on black yoga pants and a black sport bra, I was about to pull my shirt over my head when I felt the energy dynamics shift in my hallway. I flicked off my bathroom light as I heard the doorknob to my front door open to someone who clearly didn’t have a key. The ordered footsteps of trained and multiple men should have been silent but weren’t to me.

I shifted to be invisible, knowing my energy was low from a long day of fighting and tears worth of little to no practice, only fine tuning of my powers. I was for damn sure not about to be taken or killed by whomever this was. Fear gripped my heart as I realized my son was only down the hall. They could have been coming for him too. I thought I had the advantage of being invisible as I rounded the hallway to the living room. I didn’t count them having heat detection goggles. The force of 15 men in my apartment alone all aimed guns directly at me. An invisible shield that would ricochet any bullets went up but I held my hands up anyway. Stray bullets put my son in danger.

 “Property number 578. We are here to bring you back to where you belong, science has more work on you yet. Easy or hard way Ms. Smith.”

  “Nah I think I rather not. Tell whoever you work for to go fuck themselves.”

   “Hard way it is then.”

It was a quick hand motion but it was all I needed as a heads up. The guns went off loud and banging against the shield. Bouncing off and striking some of them down, the rounds ended and I wasn’t prepared for the rush of someone's body slamming into mine. The bodily force knocked me off my feet and we crashed into a wall, or better yet we went through it. They began punching whoever was on top of me, tossing them into the darkness of my apartment. I held my hand out, the electricity flying from the nearby light socket onto my hands. I shot it out tossing a few men back. I wasn’t going to  last very long even with borrowing energy from the building. I knew I had to get to my son, I could at least hold a force field for that long, maybe long enough to call for help. I blasted through the hallway, doing my best to toss up a field, but I knew it wasn’t as strong as it should have been. I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen and I yelled falling to the floor, not far from Ms. A’s door, my hand came away from my lower abdomen, blood staining it. With no time to think I tossed my hands up I held the strong field I could in front of us and the door. The lights flickering as I pulled power from the building. I was feeling faint but I couldn’t give up! I heard a growl of anger and started flying into walls and ceilings. 

   “All these men and one woman, bunch of pussies. Seems you are looking for a fight, I’m here to give it to y’all.”

Vision hazy, I saw Arthur minus his Atlantis uniform, fighting men like there was no tomorrow. A one man army of Alantian strength, the bullets and fists do not match against him. Quicker than I could see he had gotten rid of them and was hovering over me, knowing my son was safe I dropped my shield. 

   “Bruce get Barry over here NOW!”

   “K..Kalen. Protect Kalen”

Arthur held one hand against my bleeding abdomen, coughing and coughing.

  “Come on Gia relax for me. Stay calm Calvary is coming. You are losing a lot of blood. Where is Kalen?” He asked me to look around. The soft look on his face in direct contrast with the leather and long hair.

    “Apartment *cough* 2D *cough*”

Tears were streaming down my face as Barry came to a screeching halt in front of me.

  “Barry can you lift her? I need to get her boy.”

I started coughing more, wanting to yell for him to come out of the apartment but I didn’t have much of a voice. 

   “I can try. Not exactly the paragon of strength here.”

   “Bruce has everything she needs but if we don’t  stop the bleeding she doesn’t stand a chance.”

Barry presses his ear.

  “Bruce says he’s 10 minutes out.”

Barry leaves my side and comes back less than a second later with towels from my apartment. 

I felt him press down while Arthur goes to the Apartment I directed to him earlier, knocking. I was sure they wouldn’t open it for someone that looked like a shady looking biker. He waited a minute before he sighed and kicked it open. I heard yelling and a loud ding as apparently Ms. A hit him with something metal and kept hitting him.

  “Would you calm down your old bat?! Gia is right outside!!!!”

   “Who is Gia?! You won’t be taking us you damn heathen!”

  “Kalen’s mom. She’s hurt in the hallway, and would you stop hitting me with that damn pot! Clearly it’s not working.”

I tried to laugh but only succeeded in coughing up blood a little.

  “Arthur, she is not looking so hot out here.”

Ms. A’s head came around the door-frame, Kalen on her hip as his face was all red and covered with tears. 

  “Oh my god Tiffany!!!!” She came over to me, careful not to put her weight on me and not let Kalen do it either although he was screaming for me. 

  “Don’t let him see me like this. Get them out of here...”

I said with a raspy voice. Thankfully Bruce came down the hall, Diana in tow they heard my request.

  “I know you do not know us, but I promise we are here to help her. We will take you somewhere safe. Trust us.”

Ms. A gave my hand one last squeeze and let herself be led out by Diana. Bruce came hovering over me.

  “Gia I need you to stay conscious.” 

My side felt like it was on fire and I was confused as to how he knew I was sleepy.

  “Save Kalen.”

I was drifting out into even more confusion, but Bruce slaps me back into wakefulness.

  “We’ve got to get the bullet out. Barry and Arthur you are going to have to hold her still.”

He pulls out tools, I scream as they pierce the open wound in search of the bullet that was apparently still lodged in it.

   “Aghhhh!!!”

The scream caused several residents to open their doors in even more concern than the gunshots.

  “That was loud.” Barry says

  “That was just the tip of the iceberg. Last time I heard her yell, she shattered windows.” Bruce said.

 “We’ve got to get her to the plane and back to the compound.”

  “Gia?! What happened to her?” I didn’t have it in me to be frustrated with his arrival. It was comforting to me to hear his voice. He was dressed normally, which surprised me because he never shows any of his powers in street wear.

  “Cc..l..Clark.” 

  “Ssshhh. Gia it’s okay.” His voice was gentle and he wipes the tears off my face with one hand.

   “She is bleeding internally. She is already healing but not fast enough. I’ll have to cauterize the area. It will be enough to stabilize her.”

  “Gia hold on to my hand.”

I grabbed it with our fingers interlinking, some of his energy flowing into me from our direct contact. His eyes began to glow red and shot into my abdomen, I screamed bloody murder causing the doors the rattle on their frames, surprisingly I didn’t pass out. 

  “Let's get her out of here.” Bruce comes over to lift me but Clark just pulls me up into his arms.  I fall into the comfort of his smell and the warmth of his embrace. 

I was certain I would never experience this again, especially when all hell was about to break loose...

A/N: Now that Gia almost died, will she be more willing to give Clark a listen? 

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🃏💜The Joker💜🃏

Hi so um...I just wanted to talk about the Joker. So far my favorite Joker has to be either Heath Ledger's Joker or Phoenix's Joker (I can't spell his first name sorry). They were played amazingly well and were both taken in wildly different directions. One being "an agent of chaos" and the other being the head of a kill the rich movement. What I love about these two performances was the fact that they establish that the Joker is in some way cunning and skilled; for Arthur it's when he gets into the theater and when he kills Randall, and for Jay (Heath's Joker) it's the magic trick scene. They might have different motives, but they still have the same traits. That's what I think makes a great Joker adaptation. The way you can create a new version of the Joker, but still be able to show the Joker himself. What I mean by this is taking the crappy jokes he makes, the green hair, the cunning plans, and his skilled combat together make the Joker, Joker. For example, Arthur never fell into a vat of chemicals to get his complexion he wore white face paint unlike the commonly used back story, but he is right now considered one of the best adaptations. I believe if Tod Philips had taken away one of those aspects of the Joker the movie wouldn't have been as good. An example of this is one of my least favorite Jokers-Jared Leto's performance. Leto lost the jokes;the entire time Joker was in Suicide Squad he never made a joke.

Now I do want to talk about what I believe went wrong with Leto's performance. No one from what I can tell has said this so I'm saying this, he was the next Joker after Heath Ledger. The time between their performances was 8 years. Leto was going to play the Joker on the big screen for the first time in 8 years. By that point Heath's adaptation was iconic among fans. The point I'm making here is the fact that he had to have felt the pressure to do a good job. So the overacting that he dose is probably due to that stress. Though I don't believe that he should have done the unprofessional things that he did. For example tell cast mates to call him "Mr. Jay" and send them inappropriate things. To be honest I don't quiet understand why he thought he'd be rehired after those public stunts. With all that aside I also believe some of the blame lies with the costume and design department and the script. On top of that it seems that the story for Suicide Squad had been changed numerous times; one in which the Joker was much more akin to the normal Joker attributes and acts we all know, in another version the story was going to be mainly about Harley and Joker's relationship. When all these issues of a bad script, a shit ton of pressure, and a bad character design we get Leto's Joker.

I do want to also address the newest Joker who is in the Harley Quinn animated show. I hate him. He is more of a dush rather than a crazed criminal. The voice acting overall in the animated show is kinda crappy to me, but I believe the Joker's voice is the worst. I say this because everytime I watch his scenes I think of the evil Dr. from Phineas and Ferb. Like the mix of dush and bad va is just horrible. I think a good comparison is with the Batman the Animated Series (I believe...it could be the New Adventures one too.) Either way, BAS Joker at least had a reason to hold onto Harley-he never cared for her in the first place. In the episode Mad Love we see he ignores Harley no matter what she dose, only until she has Batman do we see him actually care or interact with her-we see him abuse her, on top of that at the end of the episode we see Joker sent her a rose for her to get better. He dose this after finding out how close she came to killing Batman. Aka he has a motive to keep her-we see he doesn't truly love her. The HQ Joker keep her around to either spite her or get away from Batman. While one motive is true to the Joker character the other is not. Joker isn't a spiteful character, not to somone like Harley or poison Ivy to do some of the dushy things he had done. From what I've seen he only ever wants to spite Batman. For example in the Dark Night Joker corrupts Harvey Dent to prove that even the somone as good as Dent was-deep down they were exactly like him. This has been a part of the battle the Joker and Batman have had for 80 years. To me the spiteful i-need-to-prove-you-wrong thing Joker seems to do to Harley seems a little too dushy for the Joker. If I'm wrong please tell me, but I do feel that his character is lacking something and isn't a very good adaptation/version of the Joker.

I hope you liked my analysis on my two favorite and least favorite Jokers. I will say I am shocked with the amount of knowledge I have consumed while in isolation. Also I've been thinking about doing a YouTube video on the Joker and the numberous versions and adaptations of the Joker so please let me know if I should do so.💜💚🃏

"And as always-that's life." ~Joker

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PROMPT from the list of emotions people feel but can't explain. 17- Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone or 6- Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat. Choose whichever you like best (if you don't like either I'll send you new ones lol). Make it Drarry or original writing or whatever the prompt inspires in you! :)

I chose Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.  THANK YOU, DARLING!

My piece turned out a bit longer than expected so you can find the whole thing on my AO3 (there’s just a little bit more. a prelude thingy of sorts). I am considering turning this into a small chaptered fic because it feels rude to just leave Harry at this point of the plot.

Summary:  Harry’s heart has been behaving strangely around his fellow Auror Trainee Draco Malfoy and it’s time he admitted to himself that his issues are of the non-medical sort. Features a semi-sentient coffee maker and a whole lot of tension.

After taking a warm shower he headed to the break room for the trainees. His stomach was starting to growl and he was considering going out to get proper lunch before Theory on Tracking and Disguise began, but first, he needed a strong cuppa.

The room was big with clusters of comfortable couches strewn across the floor. Some trainees were there resting – undoubtedly the ones on the same end of the exercise as Harry -  some were playing chess at the tables. Many had to have gone out to get some lunch because more than a half of the team was missing.

He went straight for the wannabe kitchenette in the corner where the barely functioning kitchen appliances were located. Malfoy was already standing there making coffee waving his wand irritatedly at the coffee machine. When Harry came closer he could hear him muttering something about the worst combination of muggle technology and magic he had ever come across.

‘’Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness,’’ Harry said loudly when he stepped up to the annoyed Malfoy.

Malfoy turned his head slightly a startled look in his eyes; he still wasn’t used to the fact that people actually spoke to him in a tone appropriate to be used in public, even though he’d earned quite some points in everyone’s eyes this past year of training. In Harry’s as well, he acknowledged, as his heart jolted strangely.

‘’I’m not talking. I’m complaining.’’ Malfoy’s mouth was a bit tight in the corners, but Harry could see he was mostly faking it; there was humour in his eyes. Harry’s heart gave a strangely cheerful skip as Malfoy’s glinting eyes found his and his taut mouth actually broke into a half-smile.

‘’As usual then,’’ Harry replied smiling back. Even after a year, it was still strange just standing close to Malfoy bantering unconcernedly with him. Strangely unnerving, he thought as the rhythm of his heartbeat accelerated ever so slightly.

Harry glanced sideways; the blonde’s hair was curling a bit behind his ear, his eyes again intent on the coffee machine that was reluctantly spitting coffee into the cup below - every short burst of the expelled liquid was accompanied by a theatrical groan. The blokes in Misuse really were having way too much fun supplying the Ministry offices with muggle ‘teknologis’.

‘’Morris figured out what’s up with this coffee machine just two days ago.’’

Harry reached just past Malfoy to get himself a clean cup from the shelf. As his elbow brushed against the lean arm he swore he could feel his poor heart tremble slightly. This has been happening way too often lately. Maybe he should see the resident Healer later. What if he had some heart issues that didn’t show during regular check-ups? What if his heart just suddenly stopped during a strenuous exercise?

A silent clearing of throat came from his left and Harry realised he had been standing completely still pressed against Malfoy’s side holding the ugly Ministry mug in his extended hand while pondering his fate. When he looked up at Malfoy, his fair eyebrows rose in amusement. Harry’s throat clenched and he could feel the muted pounding of blood in his neck.

He kept standing there unable to tear his eyes away. Why was his breathing unusually constricted? This was really bizarre.  Heart issues and asthma?

He shook out of the stupor when Malfoy said a little breathily, ‘’Uh, so.’’

Harry flinch jumped away to put some distance between them. His cheeks flushed as he fumbled with the tea cup avoiding the light grey eyes.

Malfoy cleared his throat again - his voice had sounded uncharacteristically weak on the first try. ‘’So, Poter. Care to tell me, how to get this machine to work?’’

Looking down at the machine Harry noticed that it had long stopped spewing out coffee since the bottom of the cup was barely covered by the black liquid.

Relieved to have something else to think about besides this strange tension that was building up between them – that he was probably guilty of building - he grabbed the opportunity to divert the attention from himself.

‘’Oh, nothing special really. You just have to caress it. You know, pet it. Like a cat.’’

The incredulous look that was thrown his way made him huff out a snort. Malfoy’s eyebrows were no longer raised in amusement but in disbelief. Harry’s heart jumped against his ribcage nonetheless.

‘’I’m not petting a machine. Who the hell let those blokes anywhere near muggle stuff, anyway?’’ Malfoy said, now looking at the machine with distrust.  ‘’Too many bloody Arthur Weasleys in that department,’’ he muttered under his breath.

Harry couldn’t help but laugh. He knew for a fact that it was true. Arthur only hired wizards that were at least as excited about muggles as he was. Although many of them were muggle born, they compensated by being worrisomely obsessed with combining the best of both worlds. Having a good laugh while they were at it, apparently.

Harry reached out a hand and gently caressed the coffee maker. ‘’Just… you know pet it. It won’t bite.’’

‘’How on earth can you be so sure?’’

He paused, ‘’Uh…good point.’’

The coffee, though, was now spilling evenly into the cup and the machine was purring quietly. ‘’Apparently, it makes even better coffee if you praise it a bit.’’

Malfoy just looked at him as if he was a bit deranged. Harry wondered how long it’ll take for him to give in and start cooing to the bloody machine – Trainee Malfoy, after all, most certainly loved his coffee more than his pride.

The cup was finally full so Harry took it out from under the machine and offered it to the delighted blond. When their fingers brushed, a shiver ran through him and he was once again reminded of the unsettling beating of his blustering heart, which was refusing to be ignored.

He went about making himself a cup of tea while Malfoy busied himself with stirring inordinate amounts of sugar into his mug. This was…nice, Harry contemplated. Just talking to Malfoy, laughing with him, listening to him complain, just… being next to him. His heart beat with excitement as if waiting for something to happen; as if it was racing ahead right into the wildest ride of its life.

Perhaps, it was time to abandon the thought of medical heart issues, he pondered reluctantly. His heart was fine. It just wanted something - someone – Harry had never thought it would want.

‘’D’you wanna go grab some lunch?’’ he blurted out.

Malfoy looked a bit taken aback by the sudden offer, but he just shrugged and said casually, ‘’Yeah, sure.’’

‘’Great!’’ Harry replied his heart giving a joyful lurch as his mouth stretched into a big smile.

He’ll still kick the shit out of Malfoy in combat though.