#epilouge coming soon

[chilling-seavey]

Dreamland (ln4) - Part Eight

↳ A/N Thank you all for so much love on this little silly story that I just jotted out in my free time! I really took a chance with posting this and the traction it's received has been incredible to see. We still have the epilogue ahead of us, but here is the final part of Dreamland <3 looking forward to hearing your thoughts!!

↳ Inspired By: 'Can We Pretend That We're Good' by Daniel Seavey

↳ Summary: Your secret relationship with Lando goes against everything your management demands and with the start of the new year - the year that is supposed to bring you both joy - everything feels as though it is crumbling around you all at once

↳ Pairings: Fanboy Lando Norris x Famous!Author!Fem!Reader (NO use of y/n), University Student Lando x Internet Friend George x Internet Friend Alex

↳ Word Count: 17.9k

↳ Warnings: 18+, NSFW, oral sex (m and f receiving), spanking, dirty talk, leaning into Lando's breeding kink fr, unprotected pregnant sex.

PART SEVEN || EPILOUGE

Lando stood in the archway to the living room, the carefully wrapped gift box clutched in his hands. Dinner had just been finished moments before and the dishes were put away and his family sat together in the light of the Christmas tree and side table lamps as they welcomed the last evening of the year together. Winter break had started two weeks earlier and since Lando had arrived home from university, he had been in a constant state of silent anxiety as he kept an important life-altering piece of information from his parents and his siblings that the passage of time did no favours in concealing. The longer he waited, the worse their reactions would be, he was sure.

You had told him often - almost daily - that he had to tell them soon that you were pregnant but every time he tried to, the moment didn’t feel right. For most of his young-adult life, his parents had constantly underestimated him and brushed him off and called his aspirations nothing more than empty dreams. Now, that he finally had his biggest dream come true - you - he was half terrified that his family was going to ruin it. He couldn’t stomach the idea of someone making him feel badly for finally getting what he had always prayed for. 

It was now New Years Eve and he knew he couldn’t go into the new year with such a weighty secret. 

“Lando!” his brother called, “Come on! We’re starting charades and we need you to even out the teams.” 

His brother and sisters and parents looked his way expectantly and Lando hesitated in the doorway, glancing down at the long gift box he held in his hands. He had spent hours and days pining over what to get his parents to break the news to them and with some spending money that he had put away from the funds he earned while working for you in Monaco that summer, he finally found something he thought was perfect. He still felt sick with nerves. 

“What do you have there, son?” his father asked. 

Lando shrugged shyly and then pushed himself away from the wall with a soft, “Just…a little something for you and Mum.” 

His youngest sister groaned, “Way to make the rest of us look bad with the extra gift.”

“It’s nothing like that.” Lando promised, “Not Christmas related.”

His mother smiled and held out her hands for the gift from her spot on the couch, “You’re a sweetheart, my boy.”

Lando held onto the box for a second longer as if knowing that once it was in her hands, there was no going back. His father shuffled closer to his wife to join her in opening their gift and Lando stood anxiously in front of them with his hands clasped in front of him. The rest of the Norris siblings peered around him to watch nosely as the parents untied the gold ribbon and took off the lid of the narrow box. 

The bottle of red wine was lifted from the tissue paper inside and his mother smiled, “Aw, Lando, that’s nice of you, honey.” 

“Read the label.” he whispered with a dry mouth. 

The room was quiet and he stared at his parents’ faces as they both read the floral patterned label that was applied to the side of the bottle. Their content expressions fell into confusion and shock. 

“What does it say?” his middle sister pressed. 

“Oh, fuck, mate, what did you do?” his brother groaned. 

Their father read the label out loud, “‘Pairs well with becoming grandparents. Baby Norris coming this Spring.’”

Silence. 

Lando swore the level his anxiety was at had made him go deaf because he had never heard his house that quiet in his entire life. He swallowed thickly. It sounded like it echoed across the living room. 

The way his parents were looking at him, Lando couldn’t tell what they were feeling. With flat expressions, his father’s eyebrows furrowed and his mother’s face having gone a little pale, they just didn’t say anything. Lando would have rathered yelling. 

His brother’s sudden snort of laughter broke the silence followed by his two younger sisters snickering from behind him. Lando didn’t move, narrowed in on only his parents despite the comedic nature of his siblings. 

“Didn’t know this was April fools.” his brother said, making the other two laugh again. 

“It’s not a joke.” Lando said softly. 

His mother blinked at him, “Huh?”

His father let out a nervous little chuckle, “Really? You can’t be serious.”

“Why would I joke about this?” Lando asked. 

“Who’s pregnant?” his mother inquired. 

His brother teased to the other siblings, “Lando is.”

They burst into giggles of laughter again. 

Ignoring the obvious immaturity and facetious remarks of his siblings, Lando gestured to the box, “There’s something else in there.”

His mother reached in and pulled out the small piece of paper that housed the most recent ultrasound that you had sent him a copy of. The black and white image clearly showed a growing baby to the point where you could easily make out a head, arms, legs like it was almost a photograph. Your name was printed in the top left corner. 

His parents’ eyes shifted from your name to Lando’s face as he stood in front of them and desperately tried not to throw up. The paper was turned around to the outstretched hand of his sister and the siblings leaned in to look. 

“That’s photoshop.” his brother announced. 

Lando snapped, “It’s not.” 

“Lando…” his father started. 

“She’s pregnant.” Lando spoke the words out loud for the first time ever. “And it’s mine. And after I graduate, I’m moving to Monaco to be with her and the baby.”

“Lando…” his mother tried.

“Lando’s in dreamland again.” his middle sister sang. 

“Stop.” Lando glared at his giggling siblings. “This isn’t funny. Stop thinking that I’m some stupid kid who can’t make a life for himself how he wants.”

“This is what you want?” his father pressed. “You want to be a father at twenty-two?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, Lando, you can’t be serious.” his father laughed humorlessly, “You’re still a child yourself! You’re seriously telling us that you got this girl pregnant? The girl that you might as well have a shrine for in your room? The one you’ve been stuck in clouds about for months?”

“We were seeing each other in Monaco when I was there working for her company.” Lando explained, “I couldn’t tell you because no one was supposed to know but…”

“So she, as your professional superior, took advantage of you as her intern?” 

“No.” Lando cut in quickly, “It was nothing like that.”

“Sure sounds like it to me.”

“We…” Lando ran his hand through his hair as his flushed cheeks expressed his stress and his slight embarrassment as he admitted, “We were sleeping together even before I worked for her.” 

His youngest sister snorted from where she was leaning forward against the couch beside him, “Not possible. She was on tour. You told us.”

Lando glared at her, “When I saw her on tour, you idiot.”

She put her hands up in defence. 

His mother tried to reason with him, “We haven’t even met or spoken to this girl.” 

“So?” Lando snapped, his heart racing, “Just because you haven’t met her suddenly means I’m lying? She’s a New York Times Bestselling Author; she’s busy. She’s pregnant and busy and I would have liked if my family actually offered me some sort of support for once rather than looking at me like I’m a fucking loser! Why do you hate me to be happy?”

“We’re just saying…consider your options.” his father said as gently as he could. “You’re still young.”

Lando was right there with his stern response, “She’s twenty weeks along. Our options have long been considered. We’re having this baby and if you don’t want to be a supportive part of it, then I’m gone.”

“Lando-” his father called after him as he stepped over his wide-eyed siblings and stormed out of the room without a look back. 

Fighting tears, Lando heaved himself up the stairs and right to his room, slamming the door behind him just in time for the sob to overtake him. He pressed his hand to his mouth to try and keep himself quiet, his whole body trembling with adrenaline and frustration as he sat himself down on the side of his bed and did the only thing he knew to do when the troubles of his family got to him. 

landonorris: They took it badly georgerussell63: What?! How?! alex_albon: Oh fuck alex_albon: What did they say? landonorris: They literally didn’t believe me landonorris: My siblings laughed in my fucking face and after convincing them that I didn’t make this up my parents basically accused her of abuse of power over me and pushed ‘other options’ at me like I would EVER think of getting rid of the baby I prayed so long for landonorris: It was supposed to be a happy moment and it was miserable and now I’m just crying in my room  landonorris: I want this semester to be done and I want to start my life with her alex_albon: Damn mate :/ I’m sorry alex_albon: That really sucks georgerussell63: Wow I mean I’ve heard of parents being upset from news like this but straight up not believing you is new alex_albon: Honestly georgerussell63: I don’t even know what to say mate alex_albon: You know that we’re happy for you more than anyone else and we’ll always be here for you georgerussell63: Btw have you decided on godparents yet alex_albon: George omfg alex_albon: Not the time alex_albon: (but it’s definitely me) landonorris: I can’t even think about that right now I can hardly breathe alex_albon: Hey hey hey alex_albon: It’s okay, take some deep breaths georgerussell63: She loves you and that’s all that really matters here, right? landonorris: Yeah landonorris: I can’t wait to get to her alex_albon: She’s all yours landonorris: Still hard to believe sometimes georgerussell63: I know!! To me too georgerussell63: You’ve only been talking about her for months and years and decades alex_albon: Manifesting works 🫡 landonorris: Can we change the subject? I think I need to distract my brain georgerussell63: Sure mate what did we want to talk about landonorris: Alex how’s it going with Lily? alex_albon is typing…

The knock at Lando’s bedroom door interrupted his conversation and he looked up as his mother cracked open the door and peeked in. He sighed at the sight of her, knowing that another exhausting conversation was about to ensue.

“Can I come in?” she asked. 

He shrugged but didn’t decline. 

She came inside and gently closed the door behind her, carrying two stemless wine glasses filled with a little taste of red wine each, and she sat down beside her youngest son, offering one out to him. Lando locked his phone and set it to the side so he could take the glass without so much as a thanks.

“Thought we should give that wine a try.” she said, “And it seemed like you might need some.” 

Lando barely cracked a smile and raised the glass up to take a sip of the rich bitter drink. 

“We’re not upset with you, if that’s what you’re thinking.” she explained cautiously, “We were just…very, very surprised.” 

“I’m not lying.” Lando stated flatly. 

“I know. I didn’t say you were. You have given me no reason to believe you would be lying about this.” 

Lando swirled the wine around the bottom of his glass haphazardly, not wanting to look at her. 

His mother continued, “Do you want to tell me about how this all came to be? You and this girl and how come I knew nothing about it? You always used to tell me everything.”

“I felt stupid when I told you guys anything about her.” Lando admitted quietly. “She was always just so unattainable in all of your eyes and you constantly made me feel like I wasn’t ever going to be worthy of her. Even when I tried to tell you about the job, you guys just laughed at me. It’s like I’m never good enough for you and especially not when I’m making my own path and finding someone who is literally the girl of my dreams.”

“It was never my intention to make you feel like you couldn’t talk to me. I know your siblings are hard on you sometimes…you’ve always been so sensitive despite your tough shell and thus an easy target for them…but you should always feel welcome to tell me anything. I’m your mother. I love you no matter what.”

Lando sniffled and finally looked over at her, “I hated keeping all this from you, Mum.” 

His mother smiled sadly and wrapped her arm around his back to pull him close. With a kiss to the top of his head, she asked, “Can you tell me about her? You met on her tour, right?”

A little smile grazed Lando’s face at the simple offer of being able to talk about you, “Yeah. I waited in line for almost hours and when she signed my book…I just had to offer some Bristol restaurants and one thing led to another in this conversation and she ended up taking me up on my offer to show her a good place. We went to Giovanni’s.”

“Always your favourite.” his mother gave him a squeeze. 

“And it was all I could hope for. She’s so amazing. She’s just a person, Mum. I always knew that but everyone else doesn’t…they always hold her to such high standings and pressures and I think I was the first person to really see her for her.” Lando tapped his finger against the rim of the glass nervously, “And…we slept together that night.”

“I see.” his mother’s slightly amused tone had Lando biting back his blushing smile at his confession. It wasn’t horribly drastic to admit since they must have known from his pregnancy announcement but telling his mother when he lost his virginity was nevertheless slightly embarrassing. 

“And we’ve talked almost every day since.”

“So when you came home for summer break…��

Lando nodded as he sat up straight again, “Yeah. We were talking.”

“And that’s how you got the internship.” 

“Yeah.” Lando took a sip of his drink again before continuing, “Although the internship was more of a coverup for an excuse to spend the summer together. I did work and I did get paid for the work but no one other than her closest friends and mine could know. Her entire team had no clue about us.”

“Not even your mother.”

Lando assured her easily, “Or hers. But not that you guys here would have ever believed me. Dad was ready to file a lawsuit the second I told you that it happened in the summer.”

His mother set her hand on his arm, “You let me handle your father. You know how set in his ways he can be. He just sees your potential and wants you to make the most of it.”

“I don’t want to be an accountant, Mum.” Lando admitted strongly, “I’m going to finish my degree and make the most of all the money that you and Dad were kind enough to give me for school, but I don’t see myself there. Not at all.” 

His mother just listened as he let his bottled up thoughts tumble out.

“The only thing I strived for these last four years was to get to her and that sounds so ridiculous, I know, but it’s true. I worked so hard to be able to get to where I am now and no money or time or anything could have gotten me there as diligently as my own determination and I did it and I love her so much, Mum. She’s my whole heart and thensome and all I’ve wanted in life. I have prayed and prayed for her for months and almost years and she’s even better than I had ever dreamed. And to have a baby with her?”

Lando was beaming despite the tears that shimmered in his eyes and he looked everywhere but at his mother from the overwhelming emotions that pulled at his chest. 

“God,” Lando chuckled wetly, “I still can’t believe it. I keep pinching myself just waiting to wake up because all of this is too good to be true. Everything that I have prayed for and worked so hard for is mine. She is mine and we are having a baby. I’m gonna have a baby, Mum; a baby as perfect and beautiful as she is.” 

“Oh, my Lando.” his mother smiled through her own brimming tears and pulled him in for a hug. Right away, he was melting into her arms and let out a relieved sob that came with the weight of his words and feelings that had been lifted from his shoulders. She held him close and rubbed his back and spoke to him softly, “You are in love, my boy. I see it in your eyes and hear it in your voice and it is all around you.”

Lando could only choke out a little, “Yeah.”

“If this baby came from a place of love, then no one can take that away from you.” she whispered. “I just wish you told us sooner so we could help you. She’s twenty weeks, you said?” 

Lando nodded as he sat back from their hug and she wiped his cheeks free of tears with her thumb. 

“My silly boy.” she tisked, “You don’t have to do this all on your own.”

“She’s all on her own, Mom.” Lando admitted, his voice trembling, “Her whole family is in a different country. She’s in that city on her own with the pressure of the paparazzi and her management and PR already gave her a really nasty warning that she is to not be seen with me because it’s bad for her image because the public is going to think like Dad thought about her using me and…”

“Okay,” his mother set her wine glass down on his bedside table so she could have two hands to hold his face in her warm palms, “I’m going to help you figure things out. Let me talk to your father and-”

“No. He’s just going to judge me like he always does.” 

“Your father loves you.” she told him. “Immensely. Maybe he holds you on a pedestal as high as the world holds this girl of yours and maybe that’s wrong of him. I will talk to him. Don’t worry.” 

Lando nodded. 

The sudden ringing of his phone pulled them out of their moment and Lando immediately turned to grab his phone from beside him on the bed and saw that you were FaceTiming him. He didn’t have to say anything as his mother saw your name on his screen - punctuated with an orange heart emoji - and she ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him in to kiss his cheek. 

“Love you.” she whispered before getting up to give him his privacy. 

“Love you.” Lando replied with a sniffle and wiped his eyes so as to not be caught crying by you when he answered the call. 

His mother paused in the doorway for a moment and before leaving, she said, “Tell her I say hello.” 

Lando grinned and nodded. 

The door closed behind her and he answered your call to catch it before the ringing stopped and he shuffled back on his bed a little more comfortably as your call connected. Soon, your face appeared on his screen and he smiled widely. 

“Hey, you.” you said, your voice a little choppy as your connection worked to stabilize itself. 

“Hey.” Lando replied gently. He took a second to stare at you on the screen of his phone with you in your hoodie and messy clipped back hair.

“You took a while to answer. Did I interrupt something?”

“No, not really.” Lando shrugged, “Was just talking to my mom. She says hi.”

Seeing your face break into a grin at that statement had Lando smiling right back at you.

“Oh. Tell her I say hello back.” you answered, “Does this mean you told them?”

Lando nodded, “Yeah. I did.”

“Oh gosh.” you shifted on your bed to literally sit forward with nervousness, “How did they take it?”

“Honestly? Really bad at first.” Lando sighed, “I was ready to pack up and leave. They thought I was lying.”

Your eyes widened, “Lying? Why?”

“Because it’s you. And they know you as this unattainable girl I have been pining after for months.”

You smiled fondly at him, “Aww.”

“But Mum came upstairs after and talked it out with me and I told her everything and she’s more than willing to be there for us every step of the way. It feels like such a relief.”

“Oh, I’m so glad.” you sighed, “I want to meet your family soon.”

“At least my mom.” Lando said, “The rest might take a little while to simmer down after today before I will let them anywhere near you.”

“Protective Lan.” you teased. 

“Always protective over you.”

You giggled sweetly and leaned back comfortably on your bed. 

“How’s baby?” he asked. 

“Wanna see?”

“Yes, please!” 

You shifted on your bed and lifted up the hem of your hoodie to show off your growing stomach, angling your phone down so he could see. Lando habitually moved his phone closer to his face as if needing a better look and he grinned ear to ear at the sight of that visible curve over your belly. You pushed the waistband of your pyjama shorts down a little farther so the full sight of your abdomen was on display for the camera and your hand rubbed over it in happy circles. 

“Here’s baby!” 

Lando absolutely swooned, “Our little sweet potato!” 

“Yeah!” you smiled and turned the phone back to your face, “Baby’s been really wiggling around in there this week. It feels so weird.”

“Maybe he or she is enjoying all those Christmas treats.”

“Maybe…I can’t get enough of those cream cheese cookies my family makes. They’re like crack. Maybe I gave baby a sugar rush.”

You shared little laughter through your respective phones. 

“But we’re okay.” you said, finally answering his question, “We miss you.” 

“I miss you too. I can’t believe I haven’t seen you in person since early October.”

“I know.” you sighed, “It’s not fair.” 

“That’s okay.” he said, “Only means our reunion will be even better.”

“I can’t wait to kiss you.” you admitted shyly. 

Lando broke into a grin, “Me too. The second I see you, I’ll be kissing you like my life depends on it.” 

“Maybe it does.” you giggled. 

“Feels like it. I’m, like, going through withdrawal.” 

“Aw, me too.” you smiled, “Lando withdrawal. Worse than any drug, I’m sure.”

“Not that we’d know.”

“No. But we can assume.” 

“Educated deductions.”

“Of course. We are very educated after all. My man is going to come home with a whole degree.” 

Lando nodded, “Working hard for you and our little sweet potato.” 

You tilted your phone back down your body to show your hand on top of your modest bump, “And we are very proud of you.” 

“I love you so much, I can’t get over it. Feels like my heart is going to explode.” Lando breathed. 

“Oh!” you shot up in your bed, “Wait, I have to show you what I got from my aunt for Christmas!” 

Lando laughed lightly, “Can you tell me you love me too?”

You stopped suddenly and looked right at your phone, staring at him through the camera like he was ridiculous to ask, “I love you too. Always.”

Lando smiled, “Okay, show me what you got.”

He watched happily as you gave him a little tour of your few things you received in the prior few days of celebrations and you told stories about being back home for the holidays. You told him you couldn’t wait to show him where you grew up and the places that inspired your books and your goals…and to introduce him to your family cat who came into the camera at one point and flicked her tail in your face. Life felt so good with you, even if he couldn’t physically be with you. That time would come soon enough. 

There was nothing you would rather have been doing to ring in the new year than FaceTiming him. As a little virtual party for two (three, if you counted your unborn baby), you counted down the final few seconds together until the clock rang at the hour. Lando stared fondly at your sleepy smile as you laid on your side on your bed back home, and you wished each other a happy new year. 

“New year, new us.” Lando proclaimed.

You smiled softly at him through the phone. 

There was a pause as you just stared at each other and Lando tried not to let the melancholy look on your face completely break his heart. He rolled over onto his stomach, still holding his phone in two hands, trying not to let his own heartache show. 

“Don’t be sad, sweetheart. We’re having a baby this year.”

A small smile pricked at the corner of your mouth and you let out a soft, “I know.” 

“And now both our families know…and I’m going to be with you soon.”

You sniffled and rolled onto your side on your bed, replying softly, “Yeah.”

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” you sighed to the ceiling, “I just wish this year could be easier. I just know it’s going to get harder.”

“Management?” 

“Yeah.”

“Fuck them.”

You chuckled faintly, just trying to humour him.

“Don’t let those dickheads ruin our year and the excitement of having our baby.”

“I’m trying.” you mumbled. “I don’t want to tell them I’m pregnant but at the same time I feel like I need to tell them. They might be able to guide me on how to go about this in public but they might also…be mean about it.” 

“No one is mean to you on my watch.”

Lando’s defence was cute but you knew he was more the passive type, comforting you after the fact rather than sticking up for you. That was fine. He wasn’t used to the industry anyway and the worst thing would be him accidentally making things worse. His comfort was more than you could ask for anyway. It was more than you were used to. 

“Y’know,” you said, discreetly desperate to change the subject, “you’re my greatest blessing to come out of the last year.”

Lando grinned ear to ear, “Right back at you, my dream come true.”

“I can’t wait until you can come home.”

“Soon, sweetheart. Just keep kicking Monaco’s ass until then. I’ll be back with you before you know it.”

As far as Lando knew, you were living life no differently: still that impressive best-selling author with a glass framed office and a bathtub full of money; your kick-ass personality virtually untouchable. In reality, you were at an all time low. Ever since October when that picture of you and Lando together was posted online by some stranger, management had forbidden you from seeing each other and between that and your balancing act of pregnancy hormones that you were trying your damnedest to suppress, you felt miserable. 

Walking around on eggshells every time a member of your management or PR team came into the office was growing increasingly difficult as the weeks went by and your baby grew larger and larger inside you. It was getting harder to hide and you were terrified of what their reaction would be if they ever found out. So you ended up working from home all to avoid it. All you really had to do was write and the few meetings you had to join you could do so virtually, so you faked an illness and kept yourself cooped up in your million dollar Monaco apartment all by yourself. Well, you and your unborn baby who kept you company with those fluttering little wiggles inside you. 

What started as a few days of working at home turned into a nearly permanent relocation after winter break. The moment you landed after Christmas and New Years, you hightailed it right to your house and didn’t leave for days in fear of someone finding out your secret. The iron fist of your management would be worse than the public’s ridicule, you were sure. There was nothing to do but avoid, avoid, avoid. 

Your friends were starting to grow worried. You still texted them and video chatted with them, but you were different and they could sense it. It was as if your anxiety could be felt through the screen. They knew you better than anyone - and even better than Lando, although no one would admit that to him - so by the time two weeks had passed since you had returned to Monte Carlo and you hadn’t stepped foot out of your house even to visit them, your friends were ready to stage an intervention. 

The knock on your front door pulled you out of your trance as you sat on your living room couch with your feet up on the coffee table. You were in sweat pants and a hoodie with the hem of the sweater pushed up to your chest so your modest round belly was on display and you were rubbing it like it was a magic-8 ball with the powers to cure your writer's block. The front door felt ages away so you didn’t even bother to look over at it when you heard the knock, too comfortable in your cozy cocoon on your couch, your body’s imprint nearly dented into the cushions from the days you had spent there. 

Your laptop’s text cursor blinked mockingly at you from your screen and you stared back at it, melancholy. There was another knock on your door and then the doorbell rang right after and you frowned as you glanced over at your foyer but didn’t make a move to get up. You were twenty-two weeks pregnant after all; getting up from the couch felt like climbing a mountain. The sound of the doorbell had made your growing baby wiggle around inside you and you rubbed your warm hands over your belly to calm them.

When you thought you were in the clear from the mysterious caller at your door, the bell rang again, multiple times, in quick succession. You groaned and heaved yourself up from the couch, just wanting the noise to stop. 

“Fuck, I’m coming…I’m coming.” you grumbled, pulling your hoodie back down to hide your baby from your unwelcome visitor. 

When you opened the large front door, your four best friends stood bunched together on your front step: Oscar, Lily, Charles, and Max. They all grinned at the sight of you and you just scowled. 

“What?” you sighed. 

Charles pushed past you to welcome himself into your house and the other three followed as he announced, “We missed you and you were being strange in your messages so we came to cheer you up.”

“I’m fine, Charlie.” you closed the door behind them and crossed your arms tightly.

Oscar eyed the empty takeout containers that littered your kitchen island, “Clearly you’re not.”

“I’m growing a whole human…it’s tiring. I’m tired.” you shrugged. 

“Is that why you’re not coming into work?” Oscar asked, “Because it’s hard to be an assistant to someone who isn’t there.”

“Yeah.” you answered flatly, sitting yourself down at one of the stools at the island with a habitual hand magnetizing to your belly. “I just don’t want to be out there right now…around people. Now that I’m showing...”

“Well it makes sense you feel like that but you can’t let your fear control you.” Lily countered, “You’re sitting here alone for days on end eating junk food…when was the last time you saw sunlight?”

“When I opened the door to you four.” you answered under your breath. 

“If you’re feeling like this, why don’t you stay with Max and me?” Charles offered. “We have the guest room…you’re always welcome. Then you don’t have to be all alone.”

“I can’t.”

“Sure, you can. It’s no trouble.”

“I don’t wanna leave my house.” you pouted, pulling your sleeves over your hands as you stared at your lap, “It reminds me of Lando here.”

“Lando’s not gone.” Oscar reminded you, “He’s going to be back with you soon.”

You retorted quietly, “And when he is, management is going to know that we haven’t cut ties.”

Max sighed and stepped forward, having observed your interactions since you had opened the door, and he set one hand on the island countertop beside you. He nudged your chin with his other hand and you reluctantly looked up at him with a frown. 

“You’re going to have to rip off the bandaid at some point.” he said, always the realist when it came to your work. It was how you connected most through being in similar public careers and you treasured his wisdom and advice like a big brother. “You’re going to have to sit down with your team and tell them how it’s going to be.”

“I have a contract.” you protested weakly. 

“Re-work it to fit everyone's needs. Talk to Pierre. Get him on your side so you can team up.”

Lily spoke up, “Pierre knows just as much as management knows.”

Max added, “And he wants out of this ridiculous deal as much as you do.”

“He won’t risk his career for me.” you explained, “If this PR relationship is what keeps him afloat then he’s not going to risk it.” 

“You won’t know that for sure unless you ask.”

You groaned and slumped down into your arms on top of the island, “I can’t do this. My body aches and I’m tired and I miss my boyfriend and I hate my life.”

Charles grabbed your arm, “And you’ve been staring at the same white walls for two weeks and that does not help. We’re taking you out…to get a proper meal and to get some mental stimulation.” 

“I can’t go out there.” you frowned. 

“Yes, you can.” Lily gestured to your hoodie, “No one can tell.” 

“Under this?” you pinched the fabric, “When do I ever go out in hoodies?”

“You look nice.” Oscar offered. 

You sent him a disbelieving glare to which he just shrugged.

“Then just put on jeans,” Charles offered a compromise, “and let’s go.”

Your friends had a way of convincing you to do things that no one else was able to and you lugged yourself down the hallway to your room to change into the new pair of maternity jeans that came in the mail the other day. Charles and Oscar were cleaning up your kitchen when you returned from your room but no audible thanks had to be shared, your little sheepish smile said enough. They were too good to you. 

In the driveway was Max’s black Genesis SUV and he unlocked it with a chirp of the key and he opened the passenger door for you. You hesitated and glanced at Charles who just shrugged as he climbed into the backseat with your other two friends. 

“You get priority because you are with child.” he said. 

“Wow, you are all treating me like royalty.” you gushed and climbed into the expensive leather seat. “I should be depressed more often.”

“Ha ha.” the three chorused sarcastically from the backseat.

When Max got behind the wheel, he slid on his designer sunglasses and turned the key in the ignition, “All set?”

With a trio of “yes!” from the back, you joined in with a, “I don’t know where we’re going, but sure!” 

It seemed the four of them had planned a whole little afternoon for you, starting with lunch at an upscale restaurant in the city to which Max paid for you and Charles while Oscar and Lily covered themselves. On the way back to the car, you told him he didn’t need to do that but Charles just linked his arm in yours and told you that he insisted. 

You had to admit it was a little nerve wracking being out in public and every time you felt the flutter of life move inside you, you tensed up as if everyone around you could tell. But no one ever looked up. Despite the comfort that your little group brought, you found yourself texting Lando on your way to your next destination. 

-Hi you <3 I miss you

As he often did, he answered almost right away, 

landonorris: Hi my love! I miss you too landonorris: How is your day? -It’s nice. My friends are taking me out somewhere fun for a surprise…although our group feels a little funny without you landonorris: Aww 🥰 landonorris: Glad they are keeping my two favourite people busy in my absence landonorris: Taking good care of you? -They always do -FT later? landonorris: Yep! 8:00 like always? -Can we do 7? I can’t wait that long landonorris: Of course baby 🧡 landonorris: Go enjoy your day now 🧡 -🧡🧡

“Sappy.” Lily sang over your shoulder as she spied on your messages. 

You held your phone to your chest shyly, mumbling defensively, “Not nice to peek.” 

“Yeah, he could have sent an inappropriate picture.” Oscar added. 

“Ew!” Lily laughed as she sat back in her seat with Charles shaking his head with an amused smile between them. Max sent him a little smirk through the rearview mirror at the constant joking that occurred within your close knit group. 

The Nouveau Musée National de Monaco was your surprise destination and you couldn’t help but let an excited smile come to your face at the sign that you passed into the parking lot. Your friends knew you too well and a quiet, peaceful day admiring artwork was something that you didn’t know you needed until you were there. 

And peaceful it was as you navigated the exhibits together in a little herd, admiring painting after sculpture with your hands behind your back because otherwise you kept gravitating to touch your stomach. Your friends gave your sleeve a discreet tug every time you made that slip up. The five of you shared whispers here and there about what piece you were looking at, what you liked best, and even shared a few jokes when they were relevant (mostly pointing to the most ridiculous looking subjects and saying “that’s you”). You felt calm for the first time in a while. 

Well, until management called. 

When you didn’t answer his 7:00 FaceTime call, Lando figured you were just busy with friends and lost track of time. But when you didn’t answer his good night message or his good morning message, he started to get worried. His eyes were fixed to his phone as he got ready for class in the morning, your text thread opened with his unread messages staring back at him, his heart thudding hard in his chest as worst-case-scenarios flashed through his mind. 

He couldn’t be blamed for triple and quadruple texting you throughout the morning, desperate for some sort of response. But even your friends weren’t answering him when he asked them if you were okay and by then Lando was ready to call every hospital in Monaco before his first class of the day even started. With his coat on and backpack over one shoulder, Lando stood at his desk and typed one last message to you, pleading for an answer until he nearly made himself sick with worry. 

The sudden incoming call with your management office’s name across the screen had Lando’s eyes widening. Never had he spoken to your management before as all correspondence went through you. He glanced up at the black and white sonogram that was tacked to his bullet board over his desk as he answered the call and raised his phone to his ear, class forgotten. 

“Hello?”

A strong male voice broke through the line, “Is this Lando Norris?”

He swallowed, “Yeah. Who’s asking?”

“This is Ennis from the Monaco Literary Talent Agency. Are you available to come to our office for a critical meeting this week?”

“Well…I actually have class. And I’m in England.” Lando tried to keep his voice steady and he sunk onto his desk chair, “What is this about?”

“You’re still romantically involved with our client and that has only created a huge problem for us and the PR team here at the office. We need everyone to convene as soon as possible to tackle the issue before it hits the press and smother this before it blows up in our faces. Since you are a part of this and ultimately causing lapses of judgement for our client and her responsibility that came with her signature on her contract, we’re going to need you to sit in on this meeting too or there will be legal repercussions.” 

Lando’s face was pale, “When?”

“As soon as possible. Today. Your flight and accommodations will be paid for.”

“I have class. I can’t just-”

“We will get our lawyers involved if you don’t cooperate. Is that what you want us to do, Lando?”

He shook his head before realizing he had to answer out loud. “No. No, I can come. That’s fine.” 

“Good. We will have a driver waiting for you. Gate 2. Please be prompt.” 

“Okay.” Lando jumped in again before he could be hung up on, “Is she okay though? She hasn’t answered me. I’m worried if she’s okay.”

There was a beat of silence and then the manager answered him flatly, “It was not to her benefit to be in correspondence with you until this matter is settled. She is fine.”

The line went dead.

Lando slowly lowered his phone from his ear, his mouth dry, and he stared at the black and white sonogram in front of him for a moment. When he swore he was about to cry, he looked away again and got up from his desk chair to exchange his backpack for a suitcase. The threat of legal action against him was honestly not the biggest of his concerns as his heart ached with the concept of what they could be holding you with in that very moment. He only hoped that they were gentle on you; the last thing you needed was excess stress for both yourself and the baby. 

When Lando boarded the bus to the airport, he had a private message waiting for him from Alex. 

alex_albon: Hey Lan - have you heard from Lily recently?? She hasn’t answered me since yesterday  landonorris: Yeah I was just about to message you. The group is in trouble with management and I got called to Monaco like NOW and was literally threatened with legal action if I didn’t go so 🙃 I’m on my way to airport now alex_albon: Wtf??  alex_albon: You’re joking landonorris: Nope. And idk what I’m walking in on either. Idk what information they have or what they know or why all of them aren’t allowed to talk to me or by extension, you landonorris: I’ll tell you more when I know more. I promise alex_albon: Please do alex_albon: And be safe and sane okay alex_albon: Text me or call me if you need anything  landonorris: Fly to Monaco? Lol alex_albon: Omg I would if I could, mate alex_albon: I’m sending you strength. You got this!! landonorris: I love you so much dude alex_albon: Love you too!! 

The entire flight to the Nice airport was near torture for Lando and especially so since you couldn’t answer him and he had virtually no clue what he was going to be walking into. The sunny Mediterranean welcomed him gladly - a cruel irony - and he walked through the airport with his suitcase and backpack unsure how long he would be staying. Just like when he first flew to Monaco to visit you at the beginning of the prior summer, a dark dressed man was waiting for him at the arrivals gate with a sign bearing his name on it. 

Neither of them spoke a word as the driver loaded his bags in the car for him and Lando buckled up in the backseat, nervous to break the tense silence around the stony-faced man. The drive to the office was tense and Lando felt like his shirt was suffocating him, constantly tugging at the collar. He wondered if he should have changed before coming; he had panic packed after his phone call from your manager and thus didn’t even think about changing out of his school clothes of a grey t-shirt and jeans. He silently cursed himself for being so foolish and not thinking ahead. He couldn’t give your team one more reason to dislike him. 

Your office building was all too familiar to him and Lando was let out on the curb with his suitcase and the driver drove off without any further instructions. On his own on the bustling street of downtown Monte Carlo, Lando peered up at the building and tried to calm his nerves by reminding himself that he was hopefully moments away from seeing you after so long. Better circumstances would have been preferred but he took what he got. 

The floor of your office was eerily quiet for a weekday around early afternoon and the secretary glanced up at him from her desk when he stepped out of the elevator. 

“Lando,” she greeted quietly, “They’re waiting for you in the conference room.”

He nodded at her politely in understanding, his mouth too dry to even think about forming words, and he walked around the partition into the main office space. Most of the desks were empty as if the team had been told to go home early for the day but a handful of employees were gathered at the far end and typing away together while whispering amongst themselves. Lando didn’t spare them more than a brief glance from across the office on his way past, even as they obviously stared at him. Your glass framed corner office was empty too and he passed by it to turn down the hallway that was lined with the meeting rooms, heading towards the large conference room at the opposite end of the floor. 

The large cherry wood table housed a large number of people, half of whom Lando didn’t recognize, but your four best friends as well as Pierre and yourself were at one end together, looking like kids who had been caught with their hands in the candy jar. Frightened, ashamed, awaiting their punishment. The rest of the table was taken up by men in suits with a few well dressed women among them and Lando assumed it was your management team. He took a deep breath before pushing open the door to the crowded room, earning all eyes to look at him. 

He hated being the centre of attention but to him, you were the only one in that room at that moment and your eyes shone at the sight of him. Even with Pierre at your side - a sight that would have normally sent Lando’s fight or flight instinct going in the past - Lando didn’t bat an eyelash at him and he made a beeline for you. You jumped up from your chair and threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and his easily took to your waist to hold you close, smiling softly at the obvious bump of your stomach that blocked your hug between you just a little. You had grown so much; your baby had grown so much. 

In reality, your hug was to only whisper to him quickly what had happened, your lips grazing against his ear as you hurried out in a barely audible voice, “They made me take a pregnancy test. They know. Took my phone and kept me on watch in fear that I’d leak something to you.”

One of the men cleared their throats and you pulled away from Lando sheepishly, dragging your hand down his chest with a small melancholy smile. Your first time seeing him in so long and it was under these pretenses. He looked so good and you craved to kiss him. You had to look away or you might have cried. 

“Thank you for joining us, Lando.” one of the men said formally.

Lando left his suitcase by the wall before he took the empty seat on your other side at the opposite head of the table, wanting to say ‘not like you gave me a choice’ but he merely pulled a tight smile and nodded in acknowledgement. Your four best friends were lined up on one length of the table with their heads down in near shame, not knowing where to look but all of their downcast gases were drifting in your direction. Max’s flat stare had Lando shifting nervously in his seat even though he was sure he did nothing wrong. 

The head of your management team, Ennis, who had called Lando just that morning, began the meeting, introducing the few individuals representing the management team including himself, the few from PR and the few from HR. The HR department’s presence had Lando shifting nervously in his chair as his father’s words echoed in the back of his head, how he didn’t understand that you truly did not take advantage of him as your intern. 

“This meeting was called in order to discuss how we will be moving forward from now on. For context for those of you who do not know, our client by contract has been working from home recently, canceling in person meetings, and limiting her social media usage to a worrisome degree. As PR and our team is aware, it is written in her contract that consistent social media presence is a crucial asset to marketing and creating a connection with her audience and her readers. Her constant statement of feeling ill led us to conduct a pregnancy test yesterday which did come back positive.”

Said test was dropped onto the table by one of the other management members, the screen face up in the Ziplock bag and the two pink lines very clear and visible since you were already so far along. Lando’s eyes widened at how bluntly they put your personal life on blast in a packed conference room and he glanced over at you on his left to see your stone flat face staring dumbly at the tabletop, your hands folded tightly in your lap. 

One of the PR team spoke up, “Is it public knowledge?”

Your manager answered, “Not yet but we have seen and heard some speculations through our undercover accounts on various social media sites. Not enough to hit the mainstream news yet which gives us limited time to think of a way to cover our asses on this.”

“Who is the father?”

Everyone turned to you and you almost shrunk down into your chair, Lando staring wide eyed around the room as everyone stared as if expecting you to answer for yourself. He shyly raised his hand a few centimeters off the table. Everyone turned back to the manager for guidance, eyebrows around the room left furrowed in near concern. Lando wasn’t sure how this was anyone else’s business but he was intimidated and just let himself listen. 

Your manager continued, “After the issue that arose in October of last year, our team had a serious conversation with the client about ending this relationship as it not only goes against her PR contract but it also will cause a complete hindrance to her social image which we cannot risk. It is clear now that she knew she was pregnant at that time and did not disclose this information to us, nor did she listen to our guidance in insisting that she end any and all contact with Mr. Norris.”

The team nodded in understanding. Lando noticed Charles faintly shaking his head in disbelief out of the corner of his eye. 

Your manager continued, “This is why we have asked HR to be present at this meeting as the public knowledge of our client’s romantic relationship with her intern runs the risk of affecting our company and this contract.”

You scoffed, “It didn’t start in the summer-”

He interrupted you, “And what if he sues you?”

Lando’s head snapped from you to the manager in shock. 

You answered sternly, “He won’t.”

“He’s a middle class kid from Bristol who had a summer fling with his favourite author and now has the chance to make a big buck off of it. Who wouldn’t take that? Humans tear each other down to push themselves up, it’s natural.”

Lando was stunned to silence, his mouth dry and agape at the assumption.

Oscar spoke up next, with a short tone that Lando had only ever heard him use once back when he had pushed the paparazzi away from you during a dinner in the summer, “Don’t you dare speak to them like that.” 

Everyone turned to him and your lineup of friends down one side of the table. 

Your manager pointed a warning finger at him, “You’re not in a position to be making threats that could have you fired, young man.” 

Oscar’s eyes narrowed, “Go ahead. I don’t work for you; I work for her.” 

“Osc.” you spoke softly, as if telling him it wasn’t worth it. 

“They’re our friends.” Charles spoke up, gesturing to you and Lando, “And you know nothing about them.”

Oscar added, “And you certainly know nothing about Lando because you haven’t bothered trying to.” 

“Gentlemen,” your manager spoke sternly, “That’s enough or I will ask you to leave this office immediately.” 

Max’s arm went protectively around the back of Charles’s chair, his ever-observing eyes staring down his nose at the man in charge. Lando, with his heart racing, looked back to the group of higher ups, waiting for what was going to come next out of this tense conversation. 

Trying to explain himself calmly, your manager re-worded his argument as he directed towards you, “It looks bad to have you appearing as if you were cheating on a man of such high standing with a fan…your intern of all people. That opens a whole other can of legal worms that the public could rise up with. It would ruin your reputation. 

Lando’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment at the offside comment in comparison to Pierre. Ever since Lando had first followed you months and near years ago, he had always silently compared himself to Pierre - your boyfriend, who he soon came to learn was all a PR stunt - but it was a hard pill to swallow. The entire world only knew Pierre as your other half. To the world, Lando was the sidepiece. It just wasn’t true but what was to be done about it? Clearly even your team wasn’t on his side…the stupid little fanboy from England. How could he ever compare to the handsome brunette French actor that was the shining star of your Instagram feed? 

“We want to be proactive here.” your manager continued. “We want to anticipate how the public is going to react to the news of this pregnancy because it will get out at one point or another.”

Another one of the team members spoke up, “We should push the idea that she and Pierre are together. Use this as a way to solidify their relationship.”

Your manager thought for a moment before he actually smiled and agreed with ease, “Yes. We can prepare a post announcing the pregnancy and pass this kid off as Pierre’s. Rehash the idea that our client is in a stable and normal relationship and there is nothing shady that is going on behind the scenes.”

Pierre and Lando made eye contact from over you before both looking away just as quickly. Lando could feel his heart in his throat, like he was going to throw it up on the table. Your small sniffle from beside him didn’t help the protective anger that was thudding in his chest and bubbling up like bile in his stomach. How dare they make your decisions for you. 

Your little group watched the discussion between the higher ups like a tennis match across the table, Lando’s chest burning hotter and clenching tighter with his fists in his lap the longer he heard it. 

“We’ll have them all sign an NDA, sweep this under the rug and put it behind us.”

“She should address the pictures from October and offer a public apology.”

“She was pregnant and seduced by this fan and she felt badly for him.” 

Lando looked over at you and the way your eyes shimmered with tears as you stared at the edge of the table with a trembling pout. One wrong word and you were going to burst into tears. Lando frowned deeper and turned back to the discussion going on around him, ignorant to the way your friends stared at him, waiting for the red of his cheeks to blow into a silence of the bullshit that filled the airtime. This wasn’t their fight to have.

“It makes sense for it to be Pierre’s kid…they’ve been together so long.”

“The public loves them together too. A baby would only enhance their audiences. We’ll probably trend!” 

“We could set up a gender reveal. Livestream it even!” 

“Pierre would make the perfect father figure too. He’s got the look.”

Lando stood up so fast that his chair rolled away from behind him and he cut into the conversation that didn’t include him but was all about him, shouting across the lengthy wood table to the broad man at the other end, “Shut up! You think you can just dictate what we do with our lives? You have no say over me and no grounds to sue me if I decline to your insane ideas. This is my child you’re discussing!”

His voice was wavering with emotion and you could see the way his body trembled from where he stood beside you. But he was seeing red and there was nothing he ever hated more than someone hurting you. From hate comments on your posts to invasive interview questions to now this? Lando couldn’t take it. 

He was yelling now, ignorant to any scene he was making in your workplace, “This is my baby! You have no right to replace me with some fake boyfriend who has no connection to this child and nothing to do with this pregnancy! How long are you planning on carrying this lie? Huh? Because it’s going to be pretty damn hard when I’m the one with her constantly…the one taking her to the doctors appointments and the hospital and signing my fucking name on the birth certificate!” 

Your manager cut in smoothly, “Oh, you’re not going to be.”

Lando literally laughed humorlessly, “Like hell I won’t be! That is my baby, and my girlfriend, and I would give up my life for them in a heartbeat. I will not sit by and let you ruin my family because you’re scared of what a few stupid strangers on the internet would say about it. Grow up! You’re grown-ass adults! If we don’t give a shit about what people have to say about us, then why do you? You are not a part of this! I’m sick and tired of walking on eggshells in fear of you! Stop ruining everyone else’s lives because you’re too miserable with your own!” 

“It’s deeper than that, Lando.” your manager told him slowly, “You don’t understand because you’re not part of-”

“No!” Lando slammed his fist against the table to cut him off angrily, “I’m sick and tired of people just seeing me as this kid who doesn’t know a thing about life. You’re talking over me like I don’t have a voice of my own. You don’t know a thing about me! You don’t know who I am or what I do and you especially don’t seem to know that I love your client more than anyone else in the world. Fuck that ‘my client’ shit too, by the way. She has a name. She’s a human being who has feelings and opinions and ideas and really fucking good ideas too and I love her! She’s not your stupid doll to puppet around like this is a big game! I won’t let you! I’m sick of this and I’m sick of seeing how your rules affect her and make her miserable! I love her more than life itself and I refuse to sit here and let you ruin the life that we are building together. She is incredible and she deserves more than you pathetic money-hungry idiots. She deserves to have a real life and a real family and she deserves to be loved…like really loved.” 

Lando faded out as his adrenaline dwindled and he suddenly clued in that he was standing in the middle of the conference room screaming at an entire board of managers and relation teams from the depth of his heart. He swallowed back the anxious gag in his throat and then tore his wide eyes away from the shocked men to look down at you sitting beside him. You were staring up at him in near awe with tears free falling down your cheeks and his gaze shifted just past you to Pierre who looked just as impressed as he was shocked. 

“And Pierre.” Lando found himself saying, much quieter now although his voice was still wavering, “Pierre deserves to find real love too. None of this fake crap with a kid that isn’t is. He needs to find a girl of his own to have a real kid with when he’s ready like he’s supposed to.”

The young men shared little smiles and appreciative half nods. 

Then Lando was bending down to you and wiping your tears from your cheek with his thumb, whispering against your temple softly, “Come on. We’re going.”

“We can’t.” you sniffled. 

“I don’t care. We’re going.” he said a little louder, his voice serious but his words gentle. 

You simply nodded and took his hand to let him guide you to your feet and you wiped your eyes with the sleeve of your hoodie. Your friends started to get up too. 

“No, no.” your manager warned. “You leave when I tell you that you can leave.” 

Max finally spoke, his tone deadly serious and stern, “We’ll be back when you choose to have empathy and are willing to hear her own needs.”

Lando led the little group of you out of the conference room door, holding you under one arm and his suitcase being rolled by his other hand and he didn’t look back as he steered you down the hallway, your friends following quickly behind you. 

Once you were all a few paces away, your friends shared excited little whispers amongst themselves in disbelief that you all just staged a little walkout but Lando was only focused on you and how you shivered under his arm. He leaned his head in to be right in your space with his fingers scratching tenderly against your shoulder and you looked back at him in your close proximity and leaned your forehead against his. 

“It’s going to be okay.” he promised quietly as Lily pressed the call button for the elevator under the intense stare of the secretary a few paces away. 

You nodded, closing your eyes to only focus on the way he held you under his arm. 

“I love you so much.” he whispered. “I’m not letting them do anything to you or our baby.” 

“I love you.” you sighed shakily and slid your arms around his middle to pull him into an embrace. 

He kissed your head and let his other arm join his first around your shoulders, running his fingers through your hair soothingly before caressing your back in gentle rubs. When the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, you pulled away from each other and he guided you into the elevator first. You sniffled and wiped your nose with the sleeve of your hoodie as you stepped inside and your friends followed you. You were surprised no one had chased you out to drag you back to the meeting room by your hair. 

Charles pressed the button for the parking garage and your friends let you and Lando have your quiet moment in the corner of the elevator the whole way down. He barely let you stray farther than a few inches away and he kept you under his arm protectively as you shivered with anxiety and stress, your teeth chattering. But you held onto the front of his shirt in a tight fist as if scared he was going to be taken away from you again and your gently closed eyelids had your lashes fluttering against your teary cheeks. 

Lando’s lips brushed against your ear as he whispered reassuring words to you, “Take some deep breaths for me, sweetheart. We don’t want to give our baby any extra stress right now and it’s not good for you either.”

You nodded weakly. 

He kissed your cheek and then habitually breathed with you as you took in a slow deep breath through your nose, both of you needing it. 

Moments later, the elevator doors slid open to reveal the parking garage lobby and Lando spoke to you quietly, “Let’s get you home.”

Max’s SUV was parked within the rows of cars and the shiny black exterior stood out from the others. When he unlocked it with a chirp, Lando’s eyes would have normally gone wide at the impressive expensive car you were all about to climb into but his attention and his lingering adrenaline was focused all on you. No one bothered to offer you the front seat since it was clear you weren’t going to let go of Lando even if someone paid you and so Oscar opened the back door for you and Lando helped you climb in. Max loaded Lando’s suitcase into the trunk and he and Charles took to the front seat themselves while Lily and Oscar wiggled into the third row, leaving you and Lando to have your room in the second row. 

In the safety and familiarity of Max’s leather seats and Lando’s arms, you were starting to calm down and by the time the SUV drove out into the Monaco sun, your anxiety induced shivering had stopped. Lando’s arm was still around your shoulders and his other hand held your two on his lap, welcoming the way you so easily curled into his side even when you were both buckled in your seatbelts. The drive was quiet as no one really knew what to say and you were honestly thankful for that. 

Staring down at your intertwined hands, you gently traced the lines of Lando’s fingers with your head resting against his comfortably. He moved to kiss your temple before resting his head back down against yours, rubbing his thumb over yours for a few strokes. 

“I missed you so much.” you sniffled. 

“I missed you like crazy.” Lando gave your hand a squeeze. 

You leaned your head back slightly against his shoulder so you could look at his face and he gladly met your teary gaze. His eyes drifted to your lips, watching how you formed your quiet sentence, “That was incredible what you did in there.” 

He shrugged modestly, whispering back to you, “I’ll always protect you.”

“I love you.” you breathed. 

“I’m in love with you.” he countered. 

You broke into a slight smile to correct yourself quietly, for only him to hear, “I’m in love with you, Lando Norris.” 

He tightened his arm around your shoulder to guide you in for a soft, long awaited kiss. You both lingered there for a moment, smiling faintly into your chasté kiss in your getaway car together, and when you pulled away, you cuddled back into his side with your arm around his middle. Amidst everything, you were just excited to be able to take him home. 

When Max pulled into the parking garage of your apartment, you thanked him for the drive and then said your goodbyes to your friends as the two young men got out to retrieve Lando’s suitcase. Your friends had you promise to keep them up to date with everything and they swore they had your back no matter what…but you needed to take that night and turn off your phone and just be with Lando for a little while. You had no objections to that idea. 

Lando was waiting with Max on the pavement with his bag when you stepped out of the car and Max moved right in to give you a one armed hug. He spoke to you seriously when he pulled away, “If they call you, don’t answer. Tell me and I will deal with them.”

You nodded and promised and you said your goodbyes. Lando took your hand and led you up to your door. 

“Sorry it’s a mess.” you whispered as you unlocked it and stepped inside. 

Lando glanced at the dishes in the kitchen sink and the papers scattered over the dining room table and the few stray worn socks that littered your living room floor but he merely shrugged, dusting his fingers over the small of your back as he followed you farther into your house, “It’s okay. I’m not worried about the mess. Just you. Are you feeling a little calmer, my love?”

You set your purse on the kitchen island as you turned to him with a small smile, “Yeah. Thanks to you.”

“Of course.” Lando set his hands on your waist, “What did you want to do now? Do you want to nap? I know you said you haven’t been getting much sleep.”

“I wanna kiss you.” you said, pulling him closer by the front of his shirt. 

Lando just licked away his smile and leaned in towards you to meet you halfway in a proper kiss, one that you had been waiting for since October and in full privacy of your own home, it felt so easy again. You hummed softly in pleasant appreciation and your hands raised to the sides of his neck to hold his kiss for a little longer. Lando’s head spun with his adoration for you and he parted your lips with his own and tilted his head slightly to deepen your kiss, sliding his arms around your waist to pull you closer until the bump of your belly pressed against his stomach. 

He laughed lightly into your kiss and went to pull away but you grabbed him by the back of his neck and yanked him back in for more kisses. His hands caressed your back lovingly and he spoke softly between your purposeful kisses, “Baby, I missed you so much if you keep this up I’m gonna get hard-”

“Good.” you answered easily, moving away from his lips for a second so you could speak right to him, “I’ve been so fucking horny recently…and all I want right now is for you to just fuck the thoughts from my head.” 

“Fuck.” Lando chuckled breathily at your blunt demand and as your lips went for his neck, he tilted his head back to give you room, speaking to the ceiling, “Okay, but let me take you to your room first.” 

His hands fell into yours and soon you were following after him down the hallway to your bedroom; a place he knew well after your summer together. It had been so long since you last saw each other that you were almost bursting with excitement; no help from the second trimester that had your libido through the roof. Your plentiful FaceTime calls and risqué text messages were not sufficing and you would have given anything to feel his hands on your body properly. Now, as if a dream, he was there with you in your bedroom and pulling your sweater off purposefully. 

You held him by the side of his neck and kissed the air from his lungs, wanting him impossibly closer as the curve of your growing stomach prevented him from touching you completely. His hands caressed your full hips that had only grown with pregnancy and then over the swell over your stomach that housed his baby. You had often sent him selfies and pictures over the weeks so he could track your growth from a distance but seeing it in person was so much better. 

With a soft hum of appreciation, Lando pulled away from your lips to let his gaze fall to your taut skin under his hands. The stretch marks wriggled across your abdomen and hips and his fingers traced them delicately as he took in the sight of you before him like you were nothing less than ethereal. You held onto his biceps, letting him stare at you, and he gently guided you backwards towards your bed to sit you down on the side. Then he was sinking to his knees in front of you and pulling your sweatpants down your legs right along with your underwear to discard them to the floor and leave you in only your bra in front of him. His eyes darted over your body like he wasn’t sure where he wanted to look first and he finally settled on the roundness of your stomach, leaning in to press a soft kiss right there. 

“My God, you’re even more beautiful in person.” he whispered faintly, his warm breath fanning across your skin. He guided your legs apart and kissed down the curve of your belly until settling between your legs with a tender kiss to your cunt. 

“It’s not…tidy…down there.” you mumbled, resting back on your hands against the bed. 

“Don’t care.” Lando answered easily before gliding his tongue between your lips. He missed how you tasted - so perfectly sweet and addicting - and he greedily went in for more. 

You stared down at him and how the small bump of your abdomen hid him slightly from your view so all you were blessed with was the sight of his unruly brown hair between your legs. The feeling of his lips and tongue blessing your pussy with the sweetest kisses and licks had your nose scrunching up in pleasure and your eyes fluttering closed to bask in the sensations you had waited too long for. 

His hands took to your thighs and guided your legs up so you could rest your heels on the edge of the bed and leave yourself spread open for his eager mouth. His thumbs rubbed warmly over the flesh of your thighs as he made out sloppily with your cunt and let his nose ghost over your aching clit, tending to you so lovingly after so long that you swore tears were pricking the corners of your eyes. Your hormones were going awol. 

“Oh, God, Lando, I love you.” you whimpered to the ceiling.

He pulled away just long enough to reply, “I love you too.”

Lando could never get enough of the way you whimpered and moaned under his touch; it was truly better than how it sounded in his imagination all those months ago. It was hard to believe that not even a year before he was still sitting alone in his dorm room with only the company of your published words and your social media. Now he was eating you out on your bed in your apartment in Monaco while you were pregnant with his child. Life was surreal. 

There was nothing else either of you could do but focus on the good to push away the bad for the time being. 

“Mm, baby,” you reached a hand down to raked through his hair, “can we switch?” 

Lando pulled away from your pussy with a soft slurp and a little glossy pout, “Already?”

“Yeah…I really wanna suck your dick.” you pleaded. 

He would never decline that - especially after months of going without any sort of touch from you - and so he stood up without question and started to unbuckle his jeans. You dropped your legs back down over the side of the bed and reached to help him, licking your lips impatiently as you unzipped his pants and started to pull them down. Lando tugged his shirt off in the meantime and soon you were both perfectly bare in front of each other. 

His fingers danced through your hair lovingly as you wrapped a hand around his hard cock and let a little dribble of spit fall from your lips onto the head of it. You leaned down slightly to wrap your mouth around it and his hand followed you gently as you sucked softly on the smooth tip. Lando’s wavering little exhale had your heart skipping a beat and you sunk your mouth down lower, starting to suck him off in lazy little bobs of your head. 

But you soon pulled off him quickly and rested your free hand against his faint abs to get him to back up a little, giving yourself room to slip carefully off the side of the bed and onto your knees in front of him. Lando’s wide eyes stared down at you and his expression fluttered as you sank your mouth down around his cock again, taking him nice and deep in your warm wet mouth. 

“Oh my God, baby.” he whispered shakily, taking your hair back into a ponytail in his gentle hands, “You’re such a good girl.” 

Your gentle hand gave him soft strokes in time with your mouth for a few seconds before your mouth was pulling away to let your hand do the work, confessing up to him easily from your knees, “The way you stood up for me in there…and our baby…was so fucking hot.” 

You kissed the tip of his dick.

“You’re so fucking hot.”

Another kiss to the tender spot right under the head. It made his thighs flinch slightly.

“Fuck, I missed you so bad.” you rushed out before guiding his dick back into your mouth. 

Lando’s head dropped to the side with a tight groan from his throat, his eyes struggling to stay open with how perfect your mouth felt - no comparison to his hand from the last few months. He promised you in reply, “I missed you more.” 

You moaned around his cock and kept your motions going until you were gagging yourself on it and smothering yourself deeper until you could take your hand away. Lando’s eyelids fluttered through a deep groan as he hit the back of your throat and you set your hands on his ass to pull him right in until your nose touched his pelvis. The feeling of your throat constricting around him had his hands tightening in your hair and when you gagged loudly around him, you had to pull back. Strings of spit connected your lips to the tip of his dick and Lando watched in near awe as you wrapped your hand around him again and quickly started stroking him off again, even slick in your spit that dribbled down your chin. 

“God, I’m so horny.” you exhaled, staring lustfully at his cock in your face. Your other hand helped itself between your legs to ease some of the ache that was growing, rubbing your clit in lazy circles as you let your tongue swirl around the head of Lando’s dick with your hand taking the lead of the motions. You whispered against it in near disbelief, “I can’t believe our baby came from this. You and this perfect dick of yours got me pregnant.”

Lando laughed faintly, “Don’t say that or I’ll cum.” 

You giggled sweetly at him and wrapped your lips around the tip for a little suckle before pulling back again, “You have such a breeding kink.”

“So what?”

“So it’s kinda hot.” you answered, “And you’re already standing up for our little family. You’re gonna be such a good daddy.”

“Sweetheart,” Lando sighed, “Seriously.”

“I know, I know,” you bit back your smile as your hand kept pumping his thick cock, “I could feel you throbbing when I said that.”

He hummed pleasantly and you flicked your tongue over the underside of his dick, staring up at him sweetly to watch how his expression changed with pleasure. Your hand moved a bit faster and your lips wrapped around the head with your tongue teasing the slit, pulling the sweetest moan from his chest that had your cunt pulsing. 

“Fuck,” you pulled away from him again, “I need you inside me so fucking bad right now.”

“Okay,” Lando answered without missing a beat, “Get on the bed.” 

You stood up in front of him with help from his hand for a bit of balance and you pulled him in by the back of his neck for a few sloppy kisses through your shared smiles before you were sitting on the side of the bed and scooting farther onto it. Lando crawled after you, and when you met in the middle of your familiar king size bed, he felt at home. Your lips met once more, sharing tongue-led kisses that had you reaching for his shoulders to keep him close - enamoured by him and his angelic kisses. 

Lando broke away from your kiss to ask softly, “How are you most comfortable to do this?” 

“I’m not allowed to be on my back.” you told him.

“I know.” he piped up easily, having consistently been following week by week pregnancy articles online throughout the process. 

You kissed his lips once more before answering his question properly, “Maybe I’ll start on top?”

“Sure.”

You moved together to situate yourselves on your neatly made bed and Lando lounged back against the pillows and the headboard, helping to guide your leg to straddle his body. He licked his lips as he had that perfect view of you right in front of him and the growing curve of your belly called to his possessive hands. 

“You’re so sexy.” he breathed. “So fucking beautiful.” 

“Glad you still think so.” you chuckled lightly. 

“Always.” Lando replied, caressing your full hips with his warm hands as you lifted up onto your knees. 

He helped to angle his dick for you and you shuffled closer upwards so it could press right up against your leaking pussy. You were so wet that he let out a shaky breath at only the first teasing touch, desperate to sink into you after so long. He had gone twenty-one years without any touch from a woman and maybe in some way life was holding him out for you - you were his first and to be his only. Having to return to abstinence for a few months while you struggled with your management was nearly torture for the both of you but especially for Lando. 

“Ready, boyfriend?” you asked, a sweet reminder that this was only your second time as officially dating - and only your first time that would actually (hopefully) see a satisfied conclusion for the both of you. 

“Ready, beautiful girlfriend.” he nodded, trying to hide his grin.

“Compared to your ugly girlfriend you keep on the side?” you teased.

“Shush, there’s no one but you and you know it.” Lando tisked lightly, impatiently sliding the head of his cock between your glistening lips. 

You grabbed his wrist, “Keep him still.” 

“Gimme it, baby.” he exhaled. “I need you so bad.”

You held his wrist snugly as you slowly sank down on him, letting the head of his cock slip inside you snugly and your nose scrunched up at the stretch after so long. Lando’s free hand rubbed your thigh comfortingly as you whimpered slightly at the ache across your pelvis muscles that had been working to house your growing baby for the prior weeks. 

“Good girl.” he praised softly, trying to hide the wavering of his voice that was caused by how good you felt around him, so tight and warm that he swore he was getting dizzy, “Nice and slow, sweetheart.” 

“You’re so fucking big, it kinda hurts.” you pulled a strained little smile up at him. 

“You’re not new to it.” he laughed lightly. 

“Mm, no.” you agreed proudly, “This dick is all mine.” 

Lando groaned at your words and the warmth of your pussy that sank down on more of him and he merely offered you a “mhm” in acknowledgement. 

You set both your hands on his chest as you got lower and Lando held onto your hips, staring down his body to watch how his dick disappeared inside you slowly. He licked his lips and spread his legs a little wider, his eyebrows raising slightly as he watched you bottom out in near awe, filling him entirely inside your perfect body. 

“Oh, fuck, I missed this.” you sniffled, dropping your head back to try and keep your hormones at bay. 

“Me too. You feel so fucking good, baby.” Lando breathed. 

“I missed you so fucking much.” you whimpered. 

“I’m right here.” Lando promised, “Not going anywhere, sweetheart…I’m right here.”

You started to grind down on him in little back and forth motions to feel him tucked up so deeply inside you and your eyes closed peacefully to just bask in it for a second. His hands slid up the silhouette of your body and traced the lace of your bra and you allowed him to take it off you. Over the previous months he had seen your growing breasts through FaceTime chats but in person was just so much better. He dropped your bra to the ground in exchange for his hands to gently grope them with full palms as you rode him lazily with those purposeful grinds, his fingers on your sensitive nipples earning sweet moans from your mouth. 

With your hands anchored strongly on his chest, you started to raise yourself up on your knees in more vertical strokes, earning a tight inhale from him as the snug squeeze of your cunt pulled along the length of his cock and back down. You were both sharing heavy breaths and peaceful moans, taking the afternoon slowly and savouringly, basking in the pleasure that you had long missed together. 

“You’re so gorgeous.” Lando breathed, unable to tear his eyes away from your maternal body sitting on his lap. You were the epitome of a dream come true for him. 

You smiled down at him as you bounced faintly on his cock and let his hands knead your swollen breasts. All that mattered in that moment was him.

To Lando, all that mattered was you as he asked you sweetly, “Does this feel good for you, my love?” 

“Yeah. Feels really fucking good.” you chuckled breathily. “You?”

“Yeah, it’s amazing.” he nodded, “View is pretty good too.”

You let out a soft chuckle and shifted your hands from his chest to rest on the bed between his spread legs behind you, giving you a new angle, and his hands were taken from your chest to slide down to rest tenderly on your swollen belly. Lando stared at you as you started to bounce on him shallowly again, your limited movement making it look more like slight flicks of your hips in that consistent rhythm but the spring of the mattress helped you greatly. 

As your eyes closed, your mouth fell open with a trembling moan, “Oh fuck, that’s it.”

“Good girl.” Lando whispered, keeping his eyes on you.

He licked his lips as he stared at your legs spread on either side of his body and the sight of your body not straying far from his before falling back down with a faint clap of skin over and over again. Your whimpers and moans were heaven to him and he let you set the pace however you needed, simply caressing the tight skin over your abdomen and the fleshy dough of your hips. 

Your eyebrows furrowed slightly and your lips fell into a soft pout despite the pitchy moan that filled your bedroom as you rode him consistently with his dick nudging your g-spot straight on. It grew the pleasure inside you tightly but it came on fast and it felt incredibly overwhelming, especially after so long apart, that it made your face scrunch up in what could pass as agony. 

“Oh God.” you whimpered, your voice quivering as if you were near tears, “Oh, I’m gonna cum.” 

“That’s it, beautiful, cum for me.” Lando encouraged angelically, 

“Oh, fuck, Lando-” you choked out. 

Your breath caught in your throat and he watched in awe as your head dropped backwards and you gaped up to the ceiling with screwed tight eyes just as your pussy clenched down hard around him and you kept bouncing on his lap right through it. You squealed pitchily as your hands fisted the sheets behind you and your nose scrunched up in the cutest way he had ever seen. 

“Shit,” Lando hissed, pressing his fingers into the flesh of your thighs, “that’s my good fucking girl.” 

“Fuck.” you heaved for breath and fluttered your eyes open as you lifted your heavy head to look back at him, “Didn’t know I was gonna cum that fast…I’m fucking sensitive.” 

Lando smiled adoringly up at you as you straightened up on top of him again and set your palms flat on his chest once more. You took a deep breath and let it out with a refreshing sigh, swirling your hips ever so slowly on his lap to bask in the bliss of it all. 

“Yeah, just take a second to catch your breath.” Lando rubbed his warm hands over your flushed skin. “My good girl.” 

You smiled adoringly to the air between you and your gaze found his fondly before you slowly lifted yourself up and then back down the length of his dick, pulling a tight moan from his chest. You breathed deeply for him as you moved slowly, riding out the ends of your toe-curling orgasm that you had waited near months for, just wanting to savour the feeling of his perfect cock buried deeply inside you. 

Soon, you were shifting on top of him and situating your feet underneath you so you were squatting over his lap and Lando rubbed his hands over your thighs, whispering in cautious concern, “Oh, that’s going to be hard on your knees, baby.”

“That’s okay.” you whispered. “I want to be good for you.”

“You are always good for me, my love. Here, can we switch? I just wanna take care of you.”

When you nodded, he leaned up on his elbows to kiss your lips and then you were carefully sliding off his lap, wincing faintly at the feeling of his cock slipping out of you and leaving you empty. Lando moved quickly so you weren’t left lost for long and he situated himself behind you on his knees, leaving you only needing to rest forward on your hands from the position you were already in. He licked his fingers and slid them between your legs, smearing your slick pussy wetter as much as he wanted as he tended to your swollen cunt with warm caresses, mouthing a silent ‘fuck’ to the air at how the mere feeling of you had his cock throbbing. 

“Spread your legs a little wider, sweetheart.” Lando instructed gently, helping you to shuffle your knees a bit farther apart and he kept his at a close angle just behind you, allowing his hips to be perfectly level with yours. He rubbed your hips, “This comfortable for you?”

“Yeah, it’s good.” you flipped your hair over one shoulder so you could try and look back at him. 

Lando gladly kept your eye contact as he carefully guided his thick cock into you again, his mouth falling open slightly at the snug fit of your body nearly pulling him in. He had to break your lustful stares to watch himself bottom out inside you until his hips were pressed snugly against the flesh of your ass. When you wiggled back onto him a little, you could feel the faint hair that dotted his pelvis brush against your soft skin. You hummed contently and started to rock forwards and backwards to fuck yourself on him impatiently. 

“Hey, hey,” Lando tisked and took hold on your hips, “that’s my job.”

You giggled sweetly and bit your smiling lip as you stared back at him over your shoulder and he started to fuck you lazily. A soft hum of appreciation fell from your mouth and your eyes fluttered shut. 

“There we go.” Lando breathed. 

Going nice and slowly after the build up of months apart was only half ideal because part of him just wanted to fuck the shit out of you, but the addition of your little life growing inside you, he also wanted to be extra careful. Savouring it all was just as good, making sweet love to you had always been his favourite dream after all. 

You whispered your polite demand to the room, “Faster, please.”

Lando caressed your hips and started to thrust into you a little faster until he had a good gentle speed going. 

Humming in appreciation, you spoke again, “Yeah, this speed but harder.”

Slightly hesitant, Lando only gave you a little bit more intensity just until your skin started to make that lewd little clapping sound together. 

“Mm, more. Fuck me harder.” you huffed. 

“I don’t wanna hurt you.” Lando protested. 

“I’m not a fucking flower, baby, I won’t break.” you retorted, “Beat it up, come on. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

Lando took your word for it and let his instincts take over as he shoved into you with sharper precision at that same ideal speed you had him keep. Your deep groan only solidified that it was perfectly okay and he slid his hands up your back to grasp your shoulders as he gently held you back into his every thrust, the bed creaking underneath you in time with him. 

“Fuck, yeah, that’s so good.” you moaned, fisting the bed sheets under your straight arms. “Oh my God.” 

“That’s my pretty girl.” Lando exhaled, staring down at how your ass jiggled with every hard thrust, “Fuck, you feel incredible.” 

He fucked the whimpers from your throat in steady time, gradually getting louder and louder as your eyes screwed shut. Lando slid his hands down your back and grabbed your doughy hips again, tugging you back harshly into every thrust as he hit as deep as he could with any possible hesitation vanished from his mind with how you reacted to him. You cried out with pure raw pleasure, your voice wavering with tears from how good it felt, and he spanked your ass out of habit. 

“Yeah, spank me.” you pleaded, earning another hard smack to your ass and then another. 

“Dirty girl.” Lando chuckled lowly, his words laced with breathlessness as he pounded into you at that addicting pace. 

“Mm, mm, mm, mm-” your head dropped down and in seconds you were flying a hand out to slam against the headboard, squealing loudly, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum again!”

“Good girl. That’s my good girl.” Lando praised lowly, propping one foot flat against the mattress for a better angle as he flawlessly kept that addicting pace, only making the slap of your skin louder in time with the creaking of the bed, “Cum for me, sweetheart.”

“Oh God, oh God, oh God-” you choked out, tightening your white-knuckled grip on the sheets until you were untucking them from the sides of the mattress. “Lando!” 

“That’s it…cum for me. Cum on my cock.” his jaw clenched at the first feeling of you gripping around him again, “Yes, that’s it, beautiful, make me cum.” 

You shuddered when you came and Lando’s hands tended to your hips warmly as he fucked you through your second orgasm, holding you up as your body desperately tried to slide down onto the mattress and away from the overwhelming pleasure. But he kept going, pounding into you roughly as you mewled and moaned for him until tears blurred your eyes. 

“Oh my God, baby!” you sobbed out. 

“I’m close-” Lando panted, his voice breaking slightly as he repeated, “I’m close-”

Despite the way your body trembled from overwhelm, you looked back at him over your shoulder and offered him the sweetest begging that you knew would do just the trick, “Cum inside me. Please, please, please cum inside me, Lan, I missed you so much.”

“Fuck,” Lando groaned, “That’s it.”

“Please fill me up.” You squeezed down on him, “Oh, God, I need it so bad.”

“Cumming-” Lando warned quickly before he, too, was tensing right up with the harsh wave of pleasure that hit him. His handsome face screwed up tightly, his mouth falling open in near awe, and he let out the most beautiful moan you had ever heard him make when you felt that first thick spurt release deep inside you. 

“Fuck yeah.” you sighed pleasantly and ground your ass back against him as his thrusts slowed into lazy nudges. 

“Ohhh, God.” Lando withered, slumping forward slightly until his hand caught his weight against the mattress. “Shit.”

“I could feel it pulsing inside me.” you giggled. 

“Yeah,” Lando sniffled dryly, dropping his leg back down so he was kneeling properly, “I came so fucking hard.”

You slowly sat back on your knees and Lando moved with you to help you shift so your back was right up against his front and his hands slid around your hips and over your belly as you leaned your head back against his shoulder and pulled his lips onto yours. The two of you shared sloppy breathless kisses until your relieved and pleasured smiles got in the way and you had to break away from each other. Lando kissed your temple. 

Your hands dragged over his forearms as he embraced you lovingly and fell to a stop over his hands that cradled your baby bump. You stayed there together for a moment, still intertwined as one and letting the highs of your orgasms wash into a glowing bliss all through you. Lando’s thumbs rubbed faintly over your skin and he kissed your neck before sighing contentedly into that same spot. 

“I love you so much.” he whispered like a promise. 

“I love you so much more.” you responded, lifting your head up to invite him for a kiss to your lips. 

Then he was cautiously helping you shift away from him and both of you shared a little wince as his sensitive dick slipped out of you and left you empty once again. You carefully turned around and slumped backwards against your pillow with a content but tired sigh, draping one arm over your head with your other habitually gravitating to the curve of your abdomen. Lando joined you at your side and you naturally turned away from him so he could cuddle up behind you, fitting your blushing bodies together like two perfect puzzle pieces meant to be. 

Lando hid his grinning smile into your hair and breathed in the scent of your floral shampoo as he slid his arm under your neck and his other draped around your middle to join your hand on your belly. 

“Twenty-two weeks tomorrow.” you stated softly. 

“Mhm.” Lando smiled against your shoulder, caressing your little growing life with his thumb, “Baby is the size of a papaya this week.”

You giggled, “Have you ever seen a papaya in real life?”

“No, but I’m sure they aren’t as beautiful as our baby.”

“I don’t think a baby and a fruit are accurately comparable.”

Lando kissed along your shoulder, “Sure they are. And our baby wins every time.”

“Of course.”

You leaned back slightly to pucker out your lips and he dipped in for a sweet kiss or two. 

He kissed your neck when you turned away from him again and his hand rubbed warmly over your belly. Your fingers wiggled their way under his to get him to hold your hand and then you brought your joint hands up to your lips to kiss his knuckles before returning them back to your baby. 

Lando confessed to you quietly as you had your moment’s peace, “You look so beautiful…more than ever.”

“Thank the pregnancy for that.” you replied. 

“Oh, I do.” he assured you, “I always knew you would be fucking gorgeous pregnant with my baby and look…I was right!” 

You laughed lightly and he nuzzled a kiss into your neck. Then he continued gently with his little confession, “And when I came into that room today and got my first real look at you after what felt like forever…you took my breath away all over again. Just like you did when I first met you on that book tour last year in Bristol. And when you hugged me and I could feel our baby against me for the first time? It was so incredible.” 

There was a pause and you didn’t answer, letting the airtime be taken up by your fingers dancing lazily with his. Lando gave your hand a squeeze as if making sure you were still awake. 

You finally replied, but not like how he had anticipated, “I’m sorry about today.”

He tisked, “You have nothing to be sorry about. None of this is your fault.” 

Bubbling up with hormones and emotions that you had suppressed for a while, your voice broke as you shared a confession of your own, “I just wanted to write books.”

Lando’s heart nearly shattered at the simple yet weighty presence of your words and he held you a little tighter, “Oh, my darling, I know.”

A sob fell from your lips and you raised your joint hands up again to hide your face in embarrassment, “I didn’t want all of this shit with it.”

“I know.” Lando sighed, “You don’t deserve this. Not at all. I wish I could just make it all go away for you.” 

“And now you’re dragging into this and I’m ruining your life.”

“Hey.” Lando propped himself up on his arm so he could look at you properly. You hid your face in your hands but he pulled them away, speaking to you sternly but sweetly, “You have done nothing but make my life better. I have told you before and I will tell you again that you are my biggest dream come true. There has never been one second since meeting you that I ever thought that my life was worse off because of you…and especially from things that are not your fault.”

“Please don’t ever leave me.”

Lando swallowed back his own tears and he leaned down to kiss your tear streaked cheek, holding onto you like he was never going to let you, “I will never leave you. I would never dream of it. I’d never find another you.” 

You wiped your tears with the heel of your palm and Lando sighed pitifully at the way you trembled in his arms. He kissed your shoulder and caressed the soft skin of your growing belly and tried to make you feel every ounce of his love in his heart that he wasn’t quite sure how to express out loud. 

“I hate the way they treat you.” he whispered, dusting another kiss to your shoulder, “No one should be making you feel this low.”

You sniffled and leaned your head back slightly to look him in the eye, “And you stood up for me.”

“Of course.” Lando kissed your lips once. “No one hurts my girl or tries to break up my family.” 

You reached up to slide your hand around the back of his neck and pulled him into another lingering kiss. When you parted, he sighed softly against your cheek and you closed your eyes with an exhale of your own to just feel the warmth of his body against your own. 

“I love you.” you mumbled.

“I love you so much.” Lando kissed your cheek again.

You let your eyes find his in your close proximity, dancing your fingers through the back of his hair as you confessed to him in a whisper, “They all told me - even Max at one point or another - not to get involved with fans because it can be risky and messy…but honestly it was the best decision of my life. I thought you were cute from the second I saw you but something about you just made me want to trust you and give you a chance and…I can’t even remember what life was like before you and it hasn’t even been a year yet.”

Lando smiled fondly at you, “Crazy, huh? Hasn’t even been a year since we met.”

“Feels like forever though.” you added. 

“In the best way.” 

“Mhm.” 

You shared another kiss. 

The faint nudge against Lando’s palm had him pulling away from your lips with a gasp, turning to look down at your small belly that was growing your little life. He had been away from you for so long that he missed so much and this was a new development that he had only heard about from you over your late night calls. 

“There’s baby saying hi.” you smiled. 

Another little bump against his hand and Lando was breaking into a grin, “Oh my gosh. Hi, little one.” 

It was only the smallest of feelings since the baby was still tiny and limbs hadn’t grown full strength yet but Lando was completely enamoured by the little flutters that came from inside you. He rubbed his hand over your belly and the movement almost seemed to follow his touch. 

“Crazy, huh?” you said. 

“Yeah. It’s incredible.” he breathed, “That’s our baby in there.”

“Mhm.” you smiled and leaned your head back to look at him again. 

You watched his face for a moment as he stared, focused and in awe, at your growing baby you held so lovingly inside you. His heart soared and for a second, you thought he might cry by the shimmer of his light eyes. 

Your thumb dusted across his cheek and you spoke to him softly, “I love you.”

He finally met your gaze and shared in your gentle smile, “I love you.” 

The two of you shared a kiss and Lando melted back down into the bed behind you to cuddle you close with his protective hand still resting on your abdomen with yours on top. In your room, in the imperfect city of Monte Carlo, in a life Lando only ever thought he would achieve in his dreams, you were one. 

He sealed his promise to you then and there, telling you with words stemming from all the love in his heart that he carried just for you, “All I have ever dreamt about and all I ever need in the whole world, I have right here.”

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⠀ dealer!sam monroe x cheerleader!reader masterlist

⠀ 　　playlist, now available on wattpad

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ᝰ my full masterlist

⠀　　⠀　 meeting each other ⠀　　⠀　　　

⠀　　 ⠀　 school day / game day

⠀　　⠀ 　 texting / late drive

⠀　　⠀ 　 saturday : daytime

⠀　　⠀ sam’s flashback : the fight

⠀　　⠀ 　 saturday : nighttime

⠀　　⠀　　　 disappearing act

⠀　　⠀　　sam's emotional turmoil

⠀　　⠀　　⠀　 back to school

⠀　　⠀　　⠀　 grounding

⠀　　⠀　　⠀　　the party

⠀　　⠀　　⠀　worth the fight

⠀　　⠀　　⠀ 　planning

⠀　　⠀　　 epilouge : dinner party

⠀ ⠀ flash forwards ; coming soon

[autistichalsin]

My case for Halsin x Art Cullagh as a ship

First of all, these are two characters with a LOT in common. Both are intimately tied to the Shadow Curse. Both lost everything because of it: Halsin lost his homeland and Thaniel, while Art lost (temporarily) his sanity and would eventually lose his life to it.

Both care very deeply for Thaniel (and, later, Oliver). Thaniel was Halsin's first friend, who "made (Halsin) who (he) is today", while Thaniel helped Art in the Shadowfell. Thaniel played with both of them. Both of them felt protective- one might say paternal- towards Thaniel. Art tells the player that Thaniel is a sweet soul- too sweet for the Shadowfell- and he can't wait for the player to meet him.

Both are kind, gentle souls with a strong sense of justice and a call to do right in the world- Halsin by fighting against threats like the Shadow Curse and the Absolute, Art by being a Flaming Fist.

The link through Thaniel is strong (and not just in the "Thaniel has two daddies" sense). Thaniel tells Art about Halsin; Art repeatedly says that Thaniel told him that only Halsin can save him, that Thaniel "spoke of little else".

After being comatose for who knows how long, when Art startles awake and calls out for Thaniel, the first person he sees- and the first person to speak to him- is Halsin. Halsin, who instantly kneels to softly, kindly tell him to relax and breathe- a heartwarming way to be introduced to someone (and indeed, the devnotes say, "warm. Good bedside manner.") As soon as Halsin mentions that he too wants to help Thaniel, Art recognizes him, saying in shock (perhaps amazement?) "You're... you're Halsin," before repeating his request that Halsin find Thaniel. Which Halsin instantly agrees to, but repeats that he needs Art's help, and Art gives it.

When the curse is lifted, Halsin tells the player how sad he is to be leaving Thaniel's realm, how he hopes Thaniel and Oliver will stay as a pair because then they can have a friend after he's gone... clearly missing them, but knowing he has a greater mission in stopping the Absolute. What does Art say if you talk to him in the act 2 epilogue? That he feels Thaniel should have someone with him when he wakes, so he's staying. One might even argue that Art staying is the reason Halsin felt so comfortable leaving- sad, yes, but not worried. He knew Thaniel and Oliver were in good hands with Art. He trusted the two halves of his best friend to Art.

Art knows, tragically, that he's going to die soon after. He mentions it to the player, and in the epilouge, he sends this note to the player:

To an old acquaintance, I write to you from the sunny porch of the Last Light Inn. A light breeze blows now and then. People are milling in and out - builders, visitors, the children of all ages in Halsin's care. I can no longer hold a quill, or eat without assistance - a kind friend is transcribing this for me. Thaniel, re-joined with Oliver, has promised to be with me when the end comes, and as our old songs drift on the wind, ever louder, I know I have mere days left. But I do not fear it. If not for your help, this land would still be shrouded in darkness, and I'd still be lost within it. Know that my heart is full and happy, and I am grateful for my last moments. Do visit some day. And if you have time to stop by an old Flaming Fist's grave, I know I'd love to see you. Art Cullagh

Halsin and Art are still in contact. Art lived long enough to get to see Reithwin being reconstructed- by Halsin. Halsin lifted his shadow, Thaniel and Oliver's shadow, and brought Art peace during his last days- including the peace of having his close friends with him as the end comes. And presumably, Halsin himself stays- it's hard to imagine that Halsin, of all people, wouldn't.

They just work really well as a tragic ship, brought together by loss and heartbreak.

Fittingly, that extends into scenarios when one of them dies. If Halsin dies before act 2, or dies when the portal collapses, and the player tells Art this, he is heartbroken- while he frames it primarily in terms of being sad the curse can never be broken now, he must also be sad that Thaniel's friend has been lost, too.

And if Art dies (either because Last Light fell or for some other reason) and the player learns what they need from Art's corpse? Well.... let's just say that Halsin has some VERY strong things to say for someone he barely knows.

Halsin: That is what I needed to know. It should be cause for joy, but... that poor man didn't have to die.

Player: His existence was worse than death. Now he's at peace, and we have what we need.

Halsin: True. But are we still deserving? Only time and nature can tell.

To think that he might not be worthy any longer of breaking the Shadow Curse because a man he barely knows died is.... quite an intense emotion. Almost illogical, and Halsin is an extremely reasonable person. Make of that what you will.

Alternatively:

Player: There was no other way.

Halsin: You can claim it so... but I don't think it will ever be true. Oak Father willing, we will soon lift the curse from this place. But I suspect a shadow will linger here, because of what was done to that man.

Again... these are VERY intense emotions. Understandably so, of course- Art was clearly Thaniel's friend, and he suffered so much only to die. But if Last Light falls, MANY people die besides Art, yet Halsin is focused on him- the only other person he mentions with quite this much grief is Isobel, and even she doesn't get a mention from him here. "A shadow will linger here, because of what was done to that man"? Not "what was done to those people" or even "what was done to Art and the others"? It is.... a very interesting way of phrasing it.

In conclusion: Halsin cares Art A LOT, Art deserves peace and happiness, and Thaniel and Oliver deserve two daddies. Flaming Bear is the ultimate tragic doomed ship and we are sleeping on this ship

[criticallyinneedofadar]

Alliance of Shadows (12)

A/N: This is it babes... the final chapter. I do have an epilouge planned that is definitely... rated R for raunchy. For now though, enjoy!

Pairing: Adar x Reader

Warnings: None

Taglist: @annatartastic @oakenshielq @perse-cora @eowyn7023 @passionofthesith @zoya-olenko

Word Count: 3.2 K

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The mountain range ahead loomed vast and ancient, its peaks dusted with snow even in the warmer months. The mages had long called this place home, hidden in their solitude, away from the world that often looked at them with distrust. Now, as you and Adar led the Uruks and your people toward the imposing peaks you couldn’t help but feel the weight of the journey ahead—not just the trek through rugged terrain, but the merging of two vastly different peoples.

“Ered Sûr,” you murmur to Adar beside you, “The Mountains of Silence.” 

The Uruks, stoic as always, walk with purpose. Their dark eyes sweep the horizon, ever wary of danger. Though the threat of Sauron has been sealed away, they carry with them a wariness, as if expecting some new battle at any moment. Behind them, the mages move with quiet grace, their robes flowing in the wind. Though both groups had fought side by side, it is clear that old habits of distrust have not yet fully faded.

As the path begins to ascend, the Uruks raise their heads toward the jagged peaks of Ered Sûr. You catch the gleam in Adar’s eyes—his people have wandered for too long, and now they stand at the threshold of a potential home. The air grows colder as you climb higher, the rocky terrain testing everyone’s endurance, but there is no faltering, no doubt in the steps of either group. This is a necessary journey, and one that holds promise.

Finally, as night begins to fall, the peaks come into full view. The closest summit, which you had planned to offer to the Uruk’s, stood sentinel over the landscape. 

“This is Karn Maug, or the "Red Peak,"" you say to Adar, as you steadily climb. “With any luck, the council will agree that it is perfect for your people.” 

Adar takes in the landscape around him. He nods slowly, “I can see its appeal. Your land is beautiful.” Though you know he is only remarking on the land that will soon be his home, you cannot help the flush on your cheeks at his praise.  

As you descend toward the valley where your council waits, your thoughts churn. Would they understand? Would they accept the Uruks?

The chamber where the council convenes is carved deep into the mountain’s heart. Torches flicker on the walls, casting dancing shadows as you and Adar enter. The council members sit in a half-circle, their faces impassive. Their robes, a shimmering deep blue, mark them as the wisest of your people.

While you regale the council of your journey and your proposition, Adar stands tall beside you, his presence commanding but not hostile. His Uruks wait outside, scattered along the valley as they observe their surroundings, no doubt suspicious of this new environment. The mages, too, watch with silent curiosity, knowing that this meeting would shape the future of their kingdoms.

One of the councilors, an older mage named Erys, leans forward, his piercing gaze fixed on you. “You ask much of us, Your Majesty. These Uruks, they are not our kind. They have lived in the shadows, they have spilled blood. Why should we welcome them into our lands?”

You straighten, allowing the weight of your title to settle in the room for a moment before you speak. “I understand your concerns, Erys. And while it is within my power to make this decision alone, I value your wisdom, your guidance. I have not led us into ruin, nor will I now. Your counsel matters, and I won’t act without hearing your voices.”

Erys frowns, but he gives a nod of acknowledgment. His respect for you remains, even in disagreement. You continue, your heart heavy but your voice firm. “The Uruks have been cast aside by the world, just as we once were. For too long, we’ve shut ourselves away from the world’s struggles, and though we have known peace, it is peace born of avoidance. Now we have an opportunity to do more, to offer a home to those who have been cast out.”

You pause, the words building up inside you like a storm that you could no longer contain. “And I owe them this.”

The room stills. The councilors’ eyes flicker in confusion, waiting for you to explain. You draw in a breath, the weight of your confession pressing down on your chest.

“When we fought Sauron,” you begin, your voice softer now, “I lost control of my magic. In my rage, I sought only to stop him. I didn’t think… I didn’t think about the consequences. In my desperation, I bound him to the volcano in Mordor. I cursed that land, the very place the Uruks had fought to reclaim as their home.”

The councilors exchange uncertain glances, but you press on. “I did this. I destroyed their home with my mistake. And now they have nowhere to go. I feel responsible for giving them a place—a true home. Not just because of my error, but because I’ve seen their strength, their loyalty. They deserve more than to be cast out again.”

The weight of your words hangs in the air. You can feel the tension in the room, the discomfort of the councilors as they absorb what you have admitted.

Another councilor, Mara, speaks up next, her voice carefully measured. “And what if they turn against us, Your Majesty? What if they use that strength to conquer rather than to coexist?”

You meet her gaze, your spine straightening with resolve. “We cannot live in fear of ‘what ifs,’” you say calmly but with conviction. “I am Queen, and if I doubted them, they would not have crossed our borders. But understand this: they have no desire for conquest. I have seen their pain, their yearning for a home. They wish to live, as we do, in peace.”

The council remains silent for a beat, but you can sense their hesitancy. It is then that Adar, who has remained quiet, steps forward. His voice, calm and steady, fills the chamber.

“I will swear fealty to you and your people, if that is what is required. I will pledge my life and the lives of my children to your kingdom’s protection.”

His words take you by surprise. You turn to him, shaking your head. “You owe us nothing, Adar. You and your people have already paid enough. You do not need to bend the knee.”

Adar meets your gaze, his dark eyes unreadable. “It is not about owing, but about peace. I will do what is necessary to ensure that our people can live without fear.”

The council murmurs among themselves, weighing the offer. Erys finally raises his hand for silence, his brow furrowed in deep thought. “Fealty may not be enough to ease the minds of our people. There is a way, though, to ensure unity between us...  A marriage.”

Your heart skips a beat, and for a moment, the entire room seems to close in. You blink, flustered, your mind racing to comprehend the suggestion. “A marriage?”

Mara nods, her eyes observing your reaction carefully. “A marriage between the leaders of our people would serve to quell any doubts of rebellion or uprising. It would symbolize the merging of our kingdoms—both Uruk and mage united by blood and bond.”

You look at Adar, searching his face for some reaction. To your shock, he is smiling, albeit subtly. There is a glimmer of amusement, perhaps even approval, in his eyes. He glances at you, his voice low and filled with a private, secret satisfaction. “It seems… a practical solution.”

Heat rises to your cheeks as you stammer, “I—”

Adar speaks again, his tone now more serious. “We are willing to carve our home into the Red Peak. But if you allow us, we will not be a kingdom separate from yours. Over time, our peoples will come together. We will share the land, share the mountains, our resources. Let us build something lasting.”

Erys sits back, considering. “Very well. Should the Queen approve, the Uruks will begin carving their homes in Karn Maug. In return, their armies will be ours in times of need. And we will help them carve out the stone, with our magic and with our hands.”

Relief floods through you. “It will be done,” you say quietly.

As the meeting concluded, the future now set in motion, you linger beside Adar. His presence is reassuring, grounding you in this moment of monumental change.

“You’re… you’re not opposed to the council’s suggestion?” you ask, still flustered by the mention of marriage.

Adar’s dark eyes gleam as he regards you. “Opposed? No. I am not opposed to being bound to you, not in the least. In life or death, I would never wish to be parted from you.”

His words send a thrill through your chest, and for a moment, the weight of all that has passed seems distant, replaced only by the quiet certainty of his love.

As you and Adar make your way down from the council chamber, a familiar sight greets you—his children, gathered near the valley clearing where the Uruks have set up a temporary camp. Their rugged faces, scarred and hardened by years of battle and struggle, soften the moment they see Adar approach. A murmur runs through them, and soon, every eye is fixed on him, anticipation hanging thick in the air.

Adar pauses before them, casting a long glance over the gathering of his people, his family. He has always been a pillar of strength, but today, there is something different in his posture, something that makes the air hum with expectation.

Finally, he speaks, his deep voice carrying across the clearing. “My children,” he begins, and the murmurs quiet immediately. “We have traveled far. We have fought harder than anyone could have imagined. And today, I bring news of hope.”

The Uruks lean forward, listening intently. You stand by Adar’s side, watching as their eyes light with the faintest spark of hope—something that has been a rarity in their lives.

“The Red Peak will be our new home,” Adar continues, his voice steady and filled with quiet pride. “The mountains have welcomed us, and we shall carve out a kingdom here. No longer will we wander the shadows, cast aside by the world. This land will be ours.”

For a moment, there is silence, the weight of his words sinking in. Then, like the breaking of a dam, a cheer erupts from the Uruks. The roar of celebration is fierce, filled with the raw emotion of a people who have been denied a home for so long. The ground seems to tremble beneath the force of their joy, and you feel the warmth of it settle deep in your chest.

Adar’s children rush forward, some clapping him on the back, others raising their weapons in triumph. The sense of unity, of shared victory, is palpable. The Uruks, so often seen as brutal and cold, now stand together in a moment of pure celebration.

You step forward, raising your hand to quiet them, though your heart swells with the same sense of relief and hope. “For now, make camp in this valley,” you say, your voice carrying over the crowd. “But soon, we will begin building homes. Permanent homes. It will take time, but know this—you are safe. You are protected within these mountains. If there is anything you require, please find one of my people. We know the pain of rebuilding. We will provide what you need. Be welcome, children of Adar, and know peace.”

A second, louder cheer erupts, so fierce and full of life that it seems to echo through the peaks around you. The Uruks raise their fists in the air, their voices merging with the wind, a chorus of triumph and gratitude. Even the mages among them, initially cautious of this alliance, are swept up in the infectious energy, their faces softening as they join in the cheers.

Adar turns to you, his dark eyes filled with something akin to pride. You have both fought for this—together. And now, standing in the midst of your united peoples, you know that the road ahead, though still fraught with challenges, would be walked side by side.

As the night stretches on, the valley becomes a place of celebration. Fires are lit, food is shared, and laughter—a rare, beautiful sound—rings out among the Uruks and mages alike. It is the beginning of something new, something stronger than either people have ever known.

Adar leans in close, his voice just loud enough for you to hear amidst the celebrations. “They cheer for us now. But it is you who gave them this hope.”

You shake your head slightly, smiling. “It was you Adar, you have done well by your children.”

A single tear slides down his cheek. You gasp as he gives you a rare full smile. It changes his face, making him appear younger, lighter, and even more beautiful. You cannot help the smile that stretches across your lips in return.

—--

After the night’s celebration, you retreat to your chambers, longing for quiet, though the silence feels foreign after so many weeks spent among the chaotic, lively Uruks. The vast room, with its high ceilings and sweeping drapery, feels too large, too empty. Every footstep echoes in the stillness, and the luxury of the space suddenly feels overwhelming. You dismiss your handmaidens, assuring them that you need time for contemplation, though as soon as the door shuts, the weight of solitude presses down upon you.

You sit at your writing desk, staring at the blank page before you, but your mind refuses to settle. Without Adar’s steady presence, without the constant hum of voices around you, the quiet gnaws at your thoughts. Your heart aches with a strange, unfamiliar emptiness, one that pulls you toward the one person who has anchored you in this tumultuous time.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, you rise and move to the door. You grasp the handle and pull the door open wide, and there stands Adar, his silhouette bathed in the soft light of the hallway.

“I was coming to see if there were any extra blankets,” he says, his voice low and familiar. “Some of the young ones—” he pauses, hesitating for just a moment before continuing, “they’re not used to the cold here.”

You blink in surprise, relief flooding through you at the sight of him. “Adar, you could have sent anyone,” you say, though there’s no edge to your words, only affection. “One of your people, or even one of my guards—they would’ve gladly provided whatever was needed.”

His lips curve into the faintest of smiles. “Perhaps,” he admits. 

The simplicity of his confession sends a warmth through you, and without another word, you turn to the guard outside your door. “Fetch more blankets for the young ones,” you instruct gently. “Distribute them to those who need them.”

The guard nods, disappearing down the corridor. As soon as the guard vanishes, you turn back to Adar, your heart thudding a little faster now that you’re alone with him.

“Come inside,” you say, stepping back to let him enter.

He moves into the room, his dark eyes quietly taking in his surroundings. You walk ahead of him, showing him the front room where your writing desk and library reside, the shelves lined with scrolls and books of ancient knowledge. You pass by the door to your bathing chamber, the lingering scent of herbs and oils filling the air. Finally, you lead him to your bedroom.

You hesitate there, both of your gazes drawn to the large bed in the center of the room, its sheets pulled tight and pristine. The tension between you, already simmering beneath the surface, spikes. It occurs to you that this is the first time since your meeting that you are truly alone, no armies outside demanding your attention, no fights on the horizon, and no duties calling your names for the rest of the night. Your heart races, and for a moment, neither of you speaks, the air thick with unspoken words and unsaid desires.

Desperate to break the tension, you turn abruptly and lead him toward the balcony doors, pushing them open to reveal the vast terrace that overlooks the mountain range. The cool night air greets you both, carrying with it the scent of pine and stone. Above you, the stars stretch out like an endless sea of glittering lights, brilliant and bright against the dark sky.

Adar steps onto the balcony beside you, his gaze drawn upward. His breath catches, and you see something in his expression that you’ve never seen before—wonder, pure and unguarded.

“The stars,” he murmurs, almost to himself.

You watch him closely, the way his eyes shine with awe, as if he’s seeing them for the first time.

“When I was very young,” he begins, his voice low and steady, “my mother used to hold me in her arms on nights like this. She would point up at the stars and tell me stories of the Valar—how they shaped the world and guided the fate of all who lived within it. She said that the stars were the light of the Valar’s love, watching over us, even in the darkest times.”

You listen intently, your heart swelling at the image of him as a small child, cradled by a mother who, despite the world’s harshness, still found a way to pass on stories of hope and wonder.

“She would say that the stars were our ancestors, shining down to remind us that we were never truly alone,” he continues, his voice softer now. “Even when everything seemed lost, there was always light to guide us—if only we had the strength to look up.”

He takes a deep breath, his expression both wistful and sorrowful. “As I grew older, those stories faded. My mother died when I was still very young. After that… the world became harsher, crueler. There was no time for stories, no time for the stars.”

His voice softens, a shadow passing over his face. “During my time with Sauron, I lost hope in them. I stopped looking up. I had no time for them while freeing my children.”

He falls silent for a long moment, his eyes still fixed on the sky. “Now,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper, “I can’t remember the last time I saw them this clearly.”

His words hit you like a weight, and a lump rises in your throat. You take a step toward him, closing the distance between you. “Adar…” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion.

Gently, you reach for him, pulling him into your arms. His body tenses for just a moment before he relaxes into the embrace, his forehead resting against yours. The silence between you is filled with the soft rustling of leaves in the wind, the distant murmur of the mountains.

“We will bask in their light together,” you promise, your voice steady. “And in the joy of your children. You are free now, Adar. We are free.”

Tears prick at your eyes as you press a soft kiss to his lips, the weight of everything you’ve both endured and survived pouring into the moment. He returns the kiss gently, his hands coming to rest on your waist, grounding you both in the here and now.

When you finally pull back, his gaze is locked on yours, filled with the same awe he had for the stars moments before. There is a quiet peace between you now, the tension gone, replaced with something deeper, something unshakable.

“Together,” he whispers, his voice a vow.

[cherrycola27]

Till Death?

Summary: You and Bradley promised to love each other till death... you just didn't think it would come so soon.

Pairing: Rooster x Reader, Hangman x Reader

Warnings: Mature Themes. 18+ Minors DNI

Previous Part

Epilouge

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Part 5

Silence fell across the room. Your eyes were wide as you looked at Jake.

You looked over at Rooster, who had a death grip on the arm of the chair he was in. "What the hell did you just say?" Rooster asked through gritted teeth.

"I said since I'm not going on the deployment, she could marry me. Then, when you get back, if she wanted to, we could get it annulled, and then you guys could get remarried. If she wanted to." Jake spoke.

"You must be out of your God damn MIND if you think I would ever allow that." Rooster growled.

"Allow it? Last time I checked, you don't get to make decisions for her." Jake scoffed.

That did it. Rooster jumped up from his seat and lunged towards Jake. "STOP IT!" You screamed at them. Both of their head snapped at the sound of your voice. The ID specialist looked panicked. Nick was blissfully unaware as he sat in the corner and played with his toy plane.

You stepped between them. "Jake, I'm not going to marry you. I'm not going to commit fraud. You could be arrested and get a dishonorable discharge of we did that." You tell him. "I can't even believe you would suggest such a thing. I mean, that's crazy." You shake your head.

"Honey, I—" Jake tries to explain. "Don't." You cut him off.

"And as for you, Bradley—" you turn to face him. "You don't allow me to do things. I can make my own choices." You state.

"I know, Honey, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—" He hung his head.

"We've known each other for years, Bradley. And when we were married, before everything happened, I loved you. I really did. I still love you, but you aren't the person I married anymore. You're different. And I know it's not your fault. Neither of us could have predicted our lives would turn out this way." You tell him.

"I'm sorry things are the way they are. I'm sorry that we are in this impossible situation. But I think this deployment will be good for us. Give us both time to think if this is still what we really want. All of us, we need to heal." You say, looking between Bradley and Jake.

"You're right." Rooster breaths out. Jake nods in agreement.

"Well, um, it looks like Admiral Simpson pulled some strings to where you won't lose your benefits." The ID specialist states clearing her throat.

"Thank you." You tell her before scooping up Nick and exiting. Rooster and Jake follow behind you.

"Is there somewhere we can go where the three of us can talk?" You ask them.

Jake nods his head and leads everyone to an empty conference room.

"Bradley, Jake, sit down. I have some things I need to say." You tell them.

They both sit. Nick had fallen asleep in your arms. You carefully placed him in a plush chair in the corner of the room before addressing the men in front of you.

"I love both of you. But over the past year, I haven't really liked either of you." You tell them.

"Bradley, we have been through so much together... but we've both changed in ways that would couldn't have predicted. I've tried so hard to be a good wife, but I feel like part of you still resents me for what happened when you were missing." You tell him. You can feel the tears coming.

"Jake. You put me back together when I was broken, but you also shattered me when I needed you the most." Your voice cracks.

"I've tried so hard this year to please everyone, to keep the peace. But I'm so tired of it. I'm tired of you two always fighting. I'm tired of feeling like I can't do anything right. I'm tired of feeling like a horrible person for loving two people." You don't hold back the tears as they fall from your face.

"I—I just want to be happy again. If I could turn back time, I'd make sure we never got on that boat. But I can't do that. We can't change the past. We can only move forward, and I don't think the two of you realize that. It's nobody's fault for what happened." You take a deep breath and try to compose yourself.

"I don't want to lose either of you. But I'm tired of the two of you expecting me to choose." You tell them.

"Honey, we're sorry. We, or at least I didn't know you, felt like this." Rooster begins. Jake nods his head in agreement.

"What—what do you need from us?" Jake asks.

"I need some space. Bradley, I want you to be safe on this deployment because I want you to come home. But I think the distance will be helpful for both of us." You tell him. He nods his head. You can tell his heart is breaking.

"Jake. I know you want to be there for Nick and I while Rooster is away, but I need a break from you, too." You tell him. He nods. His expression mirrors Rooster's

I just need some time to think. When these eight weeks finish up, I promise I'll be able to make a choice, but whatever I do, the two of you have to accept it, and no more fighting, no more arguing, no more competitions." You tell them.

"Okay." They say at the same time.

"Honey, I promise to respect whatever decision you make. But promise me that you'll do what makes you happy." Roostet tells you.

"Exactly. We've not been the best. You're right. All we want is for you to be happy." Jake tells you.

They both stand up to hug you. You pick up Nick and let Rooster hold him on more time before telling him goodbye. You give him a final hug before leaving.

It's late by the time you get home. The house is dark. You put Nick to bed and pour yourself a glass of wine. You let out the breath that you'd been holding and for the first time in a year, you thought about what would make you happy.

8 weeks later.............................

You hadn't expected to do this. Honestly, you hadn't. But over the past eight weeks, you took Bradley and Jake's words to heart. What made you happy? And you discovered that you made you happy. Spending time with your son made you happy. Traveling made you happy.

When you got the news that Rooster was coming home, you had told him and Jake to meet you at your home and 6pm the day he returned. You checked the clock. 5:55, any minute now, they would get there.

You took a deep breath, and you hoped that they would understand why you did what you did.

Jake was waiting for Rooster on the porch when he returned home. They exchanged a few pleasantries before Rooster unlocked the door.

The house was dark and quiet, almost too quiet. "Honey, I'm home, we're here!" He called. There was no answer.

He and Jake quickly searched the house, but there was no sign of you. Your car was gone, and several of your things were, too.

"Hey Hangman!" Rooster called from the kitchen. Jake ran to meet him. "What?" He asked, looking at Rooster.

Bradley held up an envelope that had his and Jake's names written on it in your neat script.

Carefully, he opened it before reading it outloud.

To my Dearests, Bradley, and Jacob. First off, let me say I'm sorry. When I last spoke to the two of you, I never planned to do this. But over the past two months, I found out what made me happy. It was me. I figured out how to love myself again. I love both of you. I do. But I can't be with either of you right now. The wounds are still too fresh. I've done some healing, but I need more time.

Please don't worry about me or Nick. We are fine. I'll send a postcard from each place we visit to let you know how we are doing. I'm keeping in touch with Penny, Mav, Bob, Phoenix, and my parents. But they have strick orders not to tell you where we are. Please don't be mad at them. They are respecting my wishes.

I promise, when the time is right, I'll come back. Please don't try to find me. I'm okay. I promise. I know this is hard, but this is what I need right now. I'll write again soon.

All My Love, your Honey

Bradley and Jake stood there in silence. "What should we do?" Jake asked. "We leave her alone. We do what she asked us." Bradley told him.

"So that's it? We just—" Jake didn't know what to say.

"We let her heal. We let ourselves heal. She's a big girl and can take care of herself. When she's ready she'll come back to us." Bradley patting him on the shoulder.

Jake nodded before pulling Rooster in for a hug. They shared a silent understanding that this was for the best. Jake excused himself and went home.

Later that night, as you lay in your hotel room, you looked at your phone. Both of them had sent you almost identical text messages.

They told you they got your letter and understood why you were doing this. Both of them promised to respect your wishes and take care of themselves. They both ended their messages by telling you they loved you.

You didn't respond to either of them. You sighed. You knew this wasn't forever, but it was what was best for now.

Guys, I have received so much love for this story, and I have loved writing it. I had originally planned to go longer with it, but I didn't want to sacrifice quality for quantity. This is not the end. I have an epilouge in the works. So be on the lookout for that. I'm also celebrating 1k followers, which I never imagined I would be. If you're interested, please check out my TOPGUN: Taylor's Version playlist challenge on my master list. Would love it if you wanted to participate in it!

I hope you enjoyed reading this, and I hope when the epilouge comes out, it brings you peace.

Thank you for being amazing.

Love, Nik❤️🍒🧅

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[davekat-sucks]

homestuck's fanbase is really making me feel like giving up on the story as a whole... Jesus, I might just call it quits soon. Listening to idiots try to defend how shit Homestuck's story became is too exhausting. It reminds me of when I was listening to lectures of, people who hardly counted as, writers go off about how important it is to prioritize representation over all else. They never realized if you do a terrible job with writing a story, you do a terrible job of representing women, different racial groups, gay men, ext. They don't want to write female characters like they're people who make mistakes and grow. Those authors wanted women to always be perfect and always in the right and her biggest obstacle is that men don't believe in her. You can see that in Star Wars with Rei or Captain Marvel as an example of the mindset I'm talking about.

I liked homestuck because so many of the female characters had challenges and flaws. Aradia, Terezi, Rose... They had amazing stories and their flaws made them interesting.

Homestuck could have been a story about different people who have completely different mindsets coming together for a common goal. Homestuck is just... soap opera drama and shitty teen romance at the end of the story where the characters just wait for the story to finish and most of the audience left. In the epilogue, it feels like all of the characters gave up. I suppose Kanaya did put in effort to find Rose and make sure she is safe, I'll give the story credit there. Dirk wants something too. Dirk's goal is just to close the loop and create the first universe in the first place but all you ever hear people talking about is how his motivations have something to do with the shitty meta fiction gimmick the story has going on. "Gotta keep the story going or else the characters fade out of memory" That is such bullshit concept. Sounds like a justification for why there are so many Star Wars shows now. Sounds like milking an IP. Quantity of quality kind of excuse.

And, for the record, my beef isn't with how the fandom represents it's own headcanons or interpretations of the characters, my beef is with how people talk about the canon. Fandom and canon should be two different things. But people act like the fandom should influence canon. I thought the point of both of the cherubs were to show that is a bad idea. Fanon being in canon feels like it derails the story, even the homosuck part that Caliborn came up with.

I'm getting tired of trying to even find a space in this fandom. It's occupying too much of my freetime now. I have so much nostalgia for homestuck but now it feels like trying to get back on the swings of a playground, too old for this shit. Fuck, I adulted too hard and I outgrew fandom I guess. Shit sucks.

Ah well, at least they fans are having fun. But how much fun can you really have when Rose screwed over Kanaya in two timelines? Kanaya felt like a better character in the epilouge cause she's given a challenge to face that is unique to her and her relationship with her wife. Rose's dad brainwashed(?) her to leave her wife, wow, Kanaya that's some shit. Just sucks that she is getting cucked AGAIN. Is it a universal constant that Kanaya is just going to keep falling for women who don't respect her? Maybe she should have stuck with Vriska. All of this Kanaya Rose drama is a bad sign of what's to come. I think it's disrespectful to the fans that are still sticking around. I'm not really included in this bunch. My horse tapped out of the race years ago. People who are still holding out for hope this story is going somewhere are either the most optimistic people out there or the most beaten down.

It's no wonder so many people who worked on homestuck abandoned ship. Toby looks like he's having a good career and Hussie looks like he's afraid of what he created. Maybe there is poetic justice to be gleaned from all of this.

It had lot of creative ideas and talent. But through it, there are cracks and messes that can't be ignored. Even now, the same kind of messes appear again in present times and I think people are scared to talk about it in fear that the thing they love was not as great as they though it was. We really are suffering from Stockholm Syndrome. Even when moments in the series and narrative itself that tells the audience that we were stupid to even care, we stayed because we loved it for what it was back then before the meta shit kicked in. The whole revival of the series so it won't fade away and being comparable to Star Wars is a good way to describe it. The team not taking risks to actually go outside of the Homestuck cast, tell a new story, or even trying to focus on the base webcomic alone that made it popular in the first place. They can't even put more focus on Hiveswap just yet because they know people know Homestuck first before Hiveswap, despite said game could make a better introduction or entryway for people to get interested in the webcomic. I'm not sure what is going on through Hussie or James Roach's mind for all this.

[kayhi808]

Billy Mine - Act 2.14

After a rough morning at the hospital, Bill barking at everyone. And I get it. He was shot. He's in a lot of pain. He's uncaffeinated. The police dropped by to take his statement from the night before, which didn't make him in a better mood. We're finally back at his place. I got him cleaned, fed & drugged up. I had to threaten him with bodily harm. He's so hard-headed.

I was planning to spend the weekend, so I had my bag in the trunk of his car. Frank had it delivered a while ago. I was able to shower & get comfortable. I made myself at home on the other side of Billy's bed with my laptop. I didn't want to stray too far in case he woke up & needed something. I only just found him again, and came way to close to losing him last night.

Billy fidgets & groans in his sleep. I put my laptop to the side & try to gently keep him still. He wakes blinking at me, "Bunny."

"Hey." He snaked his arm around my waist to pull me down to his side. "How are you feeling?"

His arm tightens around me, "Better now." I snuggle into him smiling. "Thank you for staying with me."

"Of course. I wouldn't let you go through this alone. You saved my life."

"They were going after the Senator. I got hit with a stray bullet."

"But I was with my Dad. Secret Service shoved me out of the way to get to him. You're the one that came for me," my voice breaking. "You pulled me out dangers way."

"I only got my Bunny back. No way am I going to lose you."

I flip over onto my stomach so I can look at him, "I love you, Billy. I always have. I never stopped. Since that first day at Ray of Hope."

"You were always smarter than me." Brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, "I love you, too, Bunny."

Epilouge....

Autumn is just beginning to hit New York. The weather is cooling and it's one of the last weekends to squeeze in a picnic in Central Park.

"Jenna, that's far enough. Come back, baby." My 3yr old looks back at me laughing, scrunching her nose, looking so much like her father. Tapping Billy's thigh, "Babe, grab her. She's heading to the water." Billy jumps up to chase after the love of his life. She see's Billy get up & she squeals & runs. Billy easily catches up with her. He scoops her up, blowing raspberries on her chubby belly. She screams & giggles grabbing at Billy's bearded cheeks.

"Papa!!" I dust my bottom off to go save my daughter. "Mommy, help!" She ends it with another scream as Billy blows another loud raspberry. "Mommy!"

Smiling and laughing, she leans away from Billy giving me grabby hands. I take her and prop her on my hip as she snuggles into my neck. "I got you, baby," dropping kisses on her. Soon she's wiggling to be let down. I put her down & she's grabbing Billy's hand, "See duckies, pwease," pointing to the pond.

We make our way to the water's edge so she can see the ducks. The ducks are always a draw. Other kids are at the water's edge and she joins the group. Billy pulls me back against him wrapping his arms around me. We stand watching our little girl. Jenna's living the life Billy and I always dreamed of when we were little.

A little dark haired boy joins the group and Jenna breaks out into the biggest smile. Billy tense up, recognizing that smile. "Hell no," he whispers. He hurries to grab his baby but she's already running over to the little boy. She grabs his hand, smiling up at him, "Mine."

@idaofinfinity @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @russosafehaven @e-dubbc11 @bustlingcrowdsxorxsilentsleepers @snowkestrel @terry2227 @jvanilly

[sonicasura]

Sweet Treat Apology

Trainer's life just kept throwing surprise after surprise at. This time they were just sitting down in the Gingko Promenade with Koraidon and Blaziken as both wanted to explore and strech there legs when all of them were met with quite the surprise. A crackling noise and flash of light all caught there attention and all turned to face it and were met by Pheromosa and Buzzwole. Trainer then promtly got a Bewear styled hug and Pheromosa ruffling there hair, both saying how glad they were too see them again.

Trainer and the Ultra Beasts talked for a bit before Trainer said they should head back to the place they were staying to countinue the conversation. A good idea because Trainer could tell Pheromosa and Blaziken were sizing each other up for a fight.

When they got back to Reno's house they talked for quite a while about various thing. Though Trainer was shocked when Pheromosa and Buzzwole asked to be apart of there team. Naturally though Trainer was happy to have them be apart of the team and let them stay. Trainer couldn't wait to introduce the newest members of their team to the trio. Though first order of buisness was getting the arena ready and bringing Incineroar over from Trainer's stadium home in Unova, as the 2 Ultra Beasts were also excited too face off aganist there rivals.

The next day started off good, Trainer was preparing Breakfest for all the Pokemon, and had plans to bring Incineroar over along with a few other Pokemon to help with the arena, when the TV flashed over too an urgent news report. Appearently a Division Captain Gen Narumi had sustained a few injuries in a fight with 2 Kaiju last and had to stay at the hospital for the next few days. Now that gave Trainer pause as there mind began too take in that statement.

Trainer: Uh Oh...

Already having an idea, they asked Pheromosa and Buzzwole if they met anyone else before getting to Trainer. The response gave all Trainer needed once the words Two-Toned Twerp left both Ultra Beasts mouths.

The next 5 were Trainer panicking and being scarred about the fact that Pheromosa and Buzzwole had fought aganist a Defense Force Captain, something that deminished when both Ultra Beasts said that Narumi attacked them first and kept upping the ante.

Trainer just let out a shakey sigh, they weren't really upset about at Pheromosa and Buzzwole at what had happened just extermely scarred. This was new world were no pokemon existed and people had too fight dangerous creatures too survive. The people hear could easily mistake Pokemon for Kaiju and the case of Ultra Beasts came from worlds that were a lot rougher than Trainer's and wouldn't hesitate to attack if they felt threatend.

It was just a bad situtation all around for that encounter. A powder keg of a situation that did end up exploding, Trainer didn't want people or Pokemon to get hurt.

At Tachikawa Base

Kafka:!!!!! * Looks towards Reno's house*

Reno: Huh? Sir what's wrong?

Kafka: I don't know I just felt like something was very wrong for a second.

Back At Reno's Place

Pheromosa and Buzzwole felt bad for making Trainer feel so scarred and quickly gave him a tight hug which was joined in with a bunch of other Pokemon. Afterwards when Trainer felt a bit better they decided to send Narumi a get well soon gift.

Trainer decided to make a batch of Sitrus and Aguav Tarts a recipe Trainer learned from their friend Crispin. All the other Pokemon joined to help out even Pheromosa and Buzzwole who helped with the jam. Soon Trainer had a table full of the Sweet Tarts and began packing them with care in a Bento Box. Trainer was almost done preparing the Get-Well Soon Gift, and wanted to give one more gift something they had won in a raffle, so with everything in place they put the gift together and sent it off.

Epilouge

Rin: Excuse me, Captain Narumi this is Platoon Leader Shinonome may I come in?

Narumi: Yes, Rin you may come in.

Rin Shinonome one of the 1st Division Platoon Leaders came in and saluted Narumi who was currently confined too the Hospital Bed. Narumi was in all honesty healing up well, he had suffered scrapes and bruising from the fight, with the worst injury being a badly twisted ankle which led to a small rupture and a badly bruised leg. Though Narumi's was stubborn and insisted that he was fine and tried to leave which led to a mini tussle with Doctors and ended with his legs being restrained to the bed.

Rin gave a quick salute before asking if Narumi was feeling any better.

Narumi: I have felt better for the past 2 days yet they still want too keep me here for health reasons. They also have me drinking this special smoothie, appreantly it's made from those strange berries the 3rd Division got there hands on and is supposed to help me heal ( It's actually working but I refuse to admit it, I can only imagine the smug face fox-eyes will get at the 3rd Division coming to their rivals aid)

Rin: Oh well I hope that medicine is working. Well hopefully this will make you feel a bit better * Brings out gift* This gift was sent in by a concerned fan of yours. Why don't you open it and see what it is?

Rin handed over the gift and bid her farwell too Narumi leaving the Captain alone again.

Narumi was now a bit intrigued at what the present was and also a little smug at the fact it was from one of his fans. What he was met with surprised him. It was a bunch of baked goods, looking over and smelling the tart everything seemed fine and decided to give it a try.

To say it was delicious would be a groose understatement.

This was the best treat Narumi had every tasted in his life, the sweet flavor was perfectly blanced out with the tartness it held.

The Sweet Tart was perfect

There was one last thing that caught his eye, at the bottom of the box. It was obvoiusly a game case, and when Narumi got a glimpse of that box art he nearly had a stroke, that game he was gifted was a special edition that went into a limited print for a promotion, along with the regular copies. He had missed out on getting it and even though he could just download the special content on a regular copy, he still wanted the custom case and box art and now given that very game by a fan.

A small smile made it's way to his lips, maybe these next couple of days wouldn't be so bad.

Trainer barely missed a bullet because I just imagine Kafka just running back to Reno's house in seconds if he followed that little gut instinct. Also Pheromosa and Buzzwole would call Narumi a twerp, lol. That game gonna have a lot of sentimental value to the 1st Division Captain especially once he learns who gave it to him in the first place.

Also I just imagine Trainer's cooking would become a popular thing with the Defense Force later on. They definitely made Kafka and his companions some treats to bring over to the 3rd Division.

[ilikemicrowaves]

@who-is-this-weirdo Morrowseer should do theater

This is the Epilouge for moon rising btw

     Morrowseer ran down the rocky terrain as the volcano shook the Earth. The rest of the tribe was heading the other direction towards the rainwing tunnel.

     He entered one of the sleeping caves knocking over Secretkeeper as she ran out.

     She gathered herself and asked, "Morrowseer, what's happening?"

     Morrowseer took her hand and squeezed tight, never wanting to let go.

     "The volcano is erupting, we need to get to the tunnel." He said. "We can make plans to take the Rainforest later, the dragonets won't be able to defeat us once we're there."

     Secretkeeper looked to the cave, "what about the plan? How is our Queen going to make it?"

     Morrowseer started to tug on her now, he was desperate to get her out safely. "Were going under that Rainwings claws for now, Greatness will take over once I fixed this mess. Now come on!"

     They took flight and flew towards the mass of nightwings. He could hear them shouting "QUEEN GLORY!" As they ran to safety.

     Cowards. He thought, he would never go under her wing like a scared hatchling, even in a situation like this. He already had a few ideas in mind.

     He could convince Greatness to take charge and order the nightwings to burn down the Rainwing village, Or he could kill glory and the dragonets himself.

     They landed at the Tunnel entrance, entering as the dragonets sent daggers at him.

     "You think we're gonna let you of all nightwings, into the Rainforest?" Said Tsunami sharply.

     "Well of course, who's gonna stop us? You?" He pointed his sharp claw at her before pulling it away, her bit missing.

     "If you wanna make it out you better start flying towards the mainland." Commented Clay

      "Maybe you'll have a chance to rethink your decisions on the way, and change."

     These dragonets and they're hope

     The volcano spat out another puff of large smoke, even scaring Morrowseer.

     "Morrowseer, let's go." Secretkeeper pulled his arm, he wrapped it around her and pulled her close with his tail.

     "Me and my love are going to the Rainforest no matter what." He snarled. "Now if you excuse me, we should get going."

     "Not until you stop tampering with the prophecy!" Said Sunny.

     He cackled, knowing the truth. "You silly sandwing, I control the prophecy." He leaned toward her, stretching his long neck.

     "Prophecies don't work like that. You can't control them. What ever is going to happen will happen- that's the whole point of destiny!"

     He grinned fiercely, teeth a stingy yellow. "I certainly can make the prophecy happen however I want,"

      Secretkeeper's eyes widend, "Morrowseer, we can't tell them the secret! That's why we don't let our dragonets go to the continent until they're 10!"

     He ignored her, and spread his wings to full extent making the shadows darker around him.

      "No you can't! And you know it, Fate will end this war." Snapped Sunny.

     "I made it up!" He bellowed, "It's just a big scheme to get the rainforest!"

      "You're only saying that to be awful!" She cried.

     "But, how?" Clay asked astonished.

"Simple," Morrowseer started to walk towards them, slowly closing them in the tunnel.

     "Queen Battlewinner and I wrote it together after the last Eruption destroyed part of the fortress. We knew we needed a home soon, and the prophecy was our plan to get it."

     "But, your never mentioned in the prophecy." Said Clay.

     "What does the prophecy have to do with were the nightwings live?" Starflight scratched his head.

     "We planned to control the dragonets by including a nightwing, who'd naturally be the leader." He lashed his tail back and fourth.

     "We had no idea what an Absolute FAILURE you'd turn out. The next step was to choose a sandwing queen and join forces to guarantee she'd win."

     Starflight scrunched his nose, "Then your ally, whoever you picked would help you take over the Rainforest.."

     "To Steal the Rainforest." Growled Clay.

"Precisely, and you were going to fulfill it." Morrowseer loved the fear displayed on their face.

     "Morrowseer let's go, we can discuss this later." Secretkeeper walked without him into the tunnel, but blocked by the dragonets.

     "He can't go! He's a monster!" Tsunami protested.

     "Really? Who's gonna stop us, the five off you?"

Clay, Tsunami, Starflight, Sunny, and Fatespeaker gathered around each other, facing evil. "Yes"

     The volcano exploded, almost blowing out Morrowseer's ear drums. He almost leaped over the dragonets, trying to make his way down the tunnel.

     "SECRETKEEPER LETS GO!" He shouted, but as the wind gust forced them out to the end of the tunnel, and into the cool rainforest, he felt the sting of realization that he'd left Secretkeeper instead of grabbing her. He wirled around, The dragonets were their instead. But they weren't looking at him, Starflight was burned badly, while Sunny whined over his unconscious body.

     He looked at the other side and there was Secretkeeper's charred body, she curled into a ball and was surprisingly conscious.

     Terror struck his chest, crushing him until he collapsed at her body.

     "Secretkeeper..." He couldn't focus, the only dragon that truly loved him back and thought he could potentially do good was dying, right in front of him.

     "Moon..." She managed.

     All emotions were running through him all at once, rushing like a cascading waterfall. Until finally, anger, rage.

     His breathing got deeper and rougher as he gritted his teeth and widend his eyes.

     He wirled around to face the dragonets.

"YOUVE CAUSED ME ENOUGH TROUBLE!" He roared.

     "I'VE BEEN WAITING YEARS TO STEP INTO THE RAINFOREST WITH MY LOVE."

     "You won't be in it for long!" Clay shouted.

     Morrowseer grabbed Clay and threw him against a tree and roared fiercely at him.

     "YOU! YOU ARE WEAK AND WORTHLESS TO US."

      Something sharp pinched his back, Tsunami was sanking her teeth further into his scales.

     "AARRRRAHHHHH!" He threw his back into a tree, crushing her.

      "Tsunami!" Yelled Glory. She swooped up and grabbed Morrowseer's horn and pulled as hard as she could.

      "AND YOU! NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU DIDN'T EXIST!"

     "Morrowseer stop!" She aimed her fangs at him before missing and disintegrating a plant.

     "IVE BEEN TRAPPED ON THAT ISLAND, WISHING FOR A BETTER HOME FOR ME AND SECRETKEEPER."

     Deathbringer hopped into the battle. He tried holding him back by his tail, but he lashed him to the side.

     "Ready the darts!" Shouted the Queen.

Several rainwings lined up and frantically put darts into the blow guns.

     Morrowseer clawed and hit while they slipped just beneath his talons, like they always had.

     "I SHOULD'VE BEEN THERE TO CONTROL YOU, I SHOULD'VE BEEN THERE TO GET THE SKYWING EGG, I SHOULD'VE BEEN THERE, TO MAKE. THINGS. RIGHT."

     Lastly he kicked Deathbringer before several darts shot into his neck. He pulled them out quickly and tossed them.

    "You really think a couple of darts are going to stop–stop.." his grin faded, as he could feel the effectiveness hitting him.

    "Lava spitters..." He cursed before he collapsed to the ground, shaking the trees.

    

                        

                           *       *      *

     The next few days Morrowseer was forced into a sandpit with Mastermind. He was given several chances to visited Secretkeeper in the rainwing hospitals.

     He felt he should have already made several plans with Greatness, their true queen. But she was happy here, as well as lot of other nightwings.

     The dragonets found a spot to play near the pond, splashing at each over and catching oddly colored frogs and sloths.

Morrowseer wish he had that as a dragonet.

     Walking through the leafy doors he was met with a blue green dragonet at her side.

She had bright curved horns, large talons and a streak of blue stars under her wing. The most odd thing about her was a silver scale the shape of a teardrop, falling from her eye. He'd never seen her before and she looked extremely healthy, as though she never stepped foot onto that depressing waste land of a home.

     "Morrowseer," Whispered Secretkeeper. Her eyes were slightly open, just enough to recognize who he was. She'd been unconscious since the Eruption, and seeing her awake made Morrowseer's heart skip.

     "Secretkeeper!" He hopped to her side, almost forgetting the dragonet next to him.

He twined their tails and talons together.

     "I'm so happy your alive."

Her scales looked awful, and her eyelids were burned badly, it was a miracle she could see.

     "Hardly." said the dragonet. He gazed over at here, her eyes were a beautiful dark green, like emeralds hidden in the dark.

     "This is Moonwatcher." Secretkeeper put her talon on Moonwatchers shoulder. "Our daughter."

     Morrowseer looked over at her, he noticed the blacks and greys hinted in here scales, overlapped by the darker blues. The blues from Secretkeeper.

     "But, our egg disappeared before it hatched...unless-"

     "I hid her in the Rainforest. Morrowseer, she has great power we must not let anyone know." She pulled Moonwatcher closer to her.

     "I can read minds, father." She smiled at him. "I'm finally happy to meet you, I just wished it wasn't in this situation."

     Morrowseer felt his heart ache, he had a daughter! Who could read minds!

     Morrowseer always hoped of one day to be a dad. Away from the volcano, of course. Before the volcano erupted and they created the prophecy, he wanted to stay with Secretkeeper all the time. He always told her he would be the best husband and father he could be.

     Now he could, in the Rainforest, with fresh air, food, and no fear of dying every second. But- now that they were in the rainforest, the rainwings would control them.

     But now he had Moonwatcher, the first mindreader in centuries! Her power could scare the dragonets, take the Rainforest, and become the powerful tribe they used to be.

     "I kinda hoped not to do that.." said Moonwatcher disappointingly.

     "Morrowseer, if you're thinking what I think you are, promise me not to do it." Secretkeeper lashed her tail. "We are in the Rainforest, and possible peace with the rainwings if we keep trying could benefit the tribe even more."

     He sat quietly thinking of his choices. He could agree, be loyal– he hated to say that word about anyone but a nightwing, and become allies with Glory and rule the Rainforest peacefully together, Or Moon could take the throne herself, being the most powerful nightwing now, and leading a great tribe.

     He seen Moonwatcher wince at that thought, and pulled her closer.

     "Think about it Secretkeeper, once you're better our daughter can rule, who better to rule than the first mindreader in years?"

     Secretkeeper curled in her tail and shivered, she spoke with hoarse words, "I'm not going to make it, Morrowseer."

      The words struck his heart like a sandwing bard tail slashing his chest.

     "Yes you are, your the strongest nightwing I know." He said fiercely, with a hint of struggle in his voice.

     "Please just consider it, if Moon doesn't want to rule we could rule–Or maybe another nightwing fierce enough if that's not what you want."

     "None of this is what I want." Her eyes filled with tears, "I want you to promise me not to do anything violent to the rainwings, or to take the Rainforest by force, when I'm gone."

     She tucked her wings over her head hide and tried to hide her tears but her whimpers flowed through the air stabbing Morrowseer's heart.

     He wanted to hold her, but he didn't know if that would hurt her worse. He loved her so much it hurt.

     He layed his wings onto her back, "very well," he said, "I promise.

     Moon took him out of the room, and sat on the pavilion next to him.

     She held her breath for a few minutes before she spat. "She's not going to make it."

     He could see the lump in her throat that she tried to hold back, but he knew she was right.

     "But there's still a little hope." He watched cheerful rainwings play in the mud and pick berries with each other.

     Watch them play while my love dies and my tribe turns weak, just like THEM.

     "Some of them are strong, they've just been disconnected from the world for so long, they don't know what the true world is, but that's going to change. Because of Queen Glory." Moon answered his thoughts, "I know you hate them but it's not their fault you had to live on that volcano."

     Flashes of the towering volcano as it exploded behind him entered his mind, he tried to push them down.

     "We were so desperate," he said, "there were fewer dragonets each year, our tribe wasn't going to make it."

     "I understand, thats why mother kept me here." She leaned onto his side. "And now I have these power I didn't want, and I don't know how to control them."

     Morrowseer pulled a wing to her side, and held her. "That's why I am going to be the best father a dragonet could ever have." He said determinedly.

     "Dad?" Moonwatcher asked, "Will you keep my powers a secret?"

     His eyes darted amongst the greenery around them.

     "Of course, Moon."

[starjane312]

Kit Tanthalos x OC

Big Masterlist

Masterlist

Epilouge

When I open my Eyes I look at Kit.

J: What the hell ?

My whole body hurts. 

J: Why do I feel like I’ve been kicked by a Horse ?

Kit hugs me. 

J: Hey everythings alright. I just turned to Stone.

She looks at me Confused.

J: What ?

K: You don’t Remember ?

She looks at Willow.

K: How ?

W: What is the last thing you Remember ?

J: I turned into stone. I was walking in a Dark Void until I saw this green Light.

W: Her Body must have been a shell. Only showing her deepest fears and Insecurities. 

I sit up.

J: If you’re here. Where is Miles ?!

He lifts his Coat and shows Miles bind to his Chest.

W: Protection shield like I told you.

I look down at my Clothes.

Ja: So you don’t Remember a thing that has happened ?

J: What the fuck am I wearing ?!

He hands Miles to me.

I shake my Head.

J: Not a Single bit. Care to remind me ?

K: You were on the side of the Crone.

J: You’re Joking right ?

Everybody looks at me with Dead serious faces.

J: I didn’t try to Kill anybody did I?

Ja: You did.

I look at Jade.

J: I’m so Sorry.

She waves her Hand.

Ja: You weren’t you. 

We get up. Once I see aryk. I frown.

J: What did you do to your Hair ?

A: Doesn't it look Good ?

J: Meh. Would have to get Used to it. But this is Different.

A: I’m different ? You Married my Sister and you have a Baby.

J: Ok. Everything is Different.

I look around.

J: Where is Twinkle-Toes ?

Everyone stays Quiet.

J: No.

Tears gather in my Eyes.

E: He died protecting me.

I chuckle.

J: God damn. Did he at least …

K: He told her he had the Hots for her.

J: Good. 

I shake my head and chuckle.

Ja: No ones gonna know how Brave he was.

K: They will. We’re gonna Tell them.

J: And I will show them how good of a Writer he was. 

I get the book out of my Pocket.

B: You have that ?

J: Didn’t give it back the last time. Kinda flew over my Head you know, with my Wife giving Birth and stuff. It's a Miracle it's here.

A: Wait, how old is he ?

J: Three days.

He looks at Kit.

A: How can you walk ?

E: Magic.

He nods and then looks at Miles.

A: What’s his name ?

K: Miles.

J: You wanna Hold him ?

He nods. I hand him to Aryk.

A: Why does he have red Hair ?

J: We’re suspecting either your mothers Genes or the Blood magic.

We look at the unending lands.

A: It just goes on and on till eventually you end up back where you started.

B: Nah, we’ll make it back. We always figure something out.

I look at Boorman and shake my head.

B: You know you really have to Prove it though, if you wanna adventure with us. We don’t mess about.

I slap Boorman across the Head.

J: Shut it you Oaf. 

B: Hey !

A: Who are you again ?

J: Remember my Brother that left when we were Seven.

I point at Boorman.

A: Oh.

J: Yeah. 

B: By the way.

He takes something from his Wrist and holds it in front of me. It's the bracelet. I take it.

J: Yeah, kinda not sorry for that.

B: I am.

I nod.

J: I know. And maybe I will forgive you. 

I look at Kit who's wearing full Armour. 

J: It worked on you huh ?

She nods and looks down at herself. I smirk. I have to admit she looks very Hot. Jade smiles at us.

K: What ? I’m gonna take it off. I will have to eventually.

She points at Miles.

Ja: When ?

K: As soon as I figure out how. 

Aryk leans over to me and whispers in my ear.

A: You kinda wish that was never, Huh ?

I look at him astonished.

A: What ?

I take Miles back from him.

Ja: What if the Wyrm or whatever is still down there, waiting ?

E: It is. I saw it. 

Ja: Shouldn’t we go back and try and Kill it ?

W: Soon it’ll come for us. Now we’ve really pissed it off.

We look at Willow.

Ja: You don’t really seem to Worried.

J: Isn’t that usually your thing ? Worrying ?

W: No. I’ve got you Girls and soon there’ll be more. Like a snowball gathering size and Speed as it rolls downhill. Did I ever tell you about the Time Madmartigan rolled himself into a giant snowball ?

We start Walking. But Jade puts her Hand on my Shoulder.

Ja: Can we talk ?

I look at her.

J: Only if you help me put Miles on my Chest. 

She grabs the Linen and Starts.

Ja: When we were fighting you yelled at me that I’m always in the way. And that Kit’s supposed to be on your side. Are you insecure about mine and Kit’s friendship ? Cause I can assure you it is nothing more than that.

I look at her.

J: I once was, when was 14. You always seemed so close and … I guess that fear was still buried somewhere. But I know that you want nothing from her, so we’re fine.

She nods and makes a knot in the Linen.

K: What are you doing  ?

We look at her.

J: What does it look like ?

K: Standing around. 

I walk to her.

J: Sorry that I didn’t want my Arms to hurt from Carrying our Child the Whole time. 

I take her Hand. We keep walking. But look back once we notice Elora's standing still looking back.

K: Hey. Come on.

J: We need you Up here.

She comes to us and we walk with the Sunrise. 

J: I’m gonna miss Twinkle-Toes.

K: Going from wanting to Kill him to being his best friend.

J: Ironic isn’t it.

I smile at her and then at Miles.

[penguinmaster9999]

This is an epilouge to this RP with @charlie-morningstar666

*back at the lab, Engies body comes out of storage and whirrs to life*

"Fucken hell, dying never gets easier."

*he pulls out a hologram of jewel*

"but at least I got info on you. and soon, I'll have my antidote. hope you're ready for the end...

...Jane."

[originalwinnercheesecake]

One more list of "What if the Owl house character's were pokemon trainers" #3

Okay so The Owl house was the first ever cartoon I did pokemon teams for. Month's ago I made two post's on it: one for notable back ground characters, and one for our main 5. I thoght about doing one for adults... but the adult character, except for Eda and Lilith, did not get a lot of chances to be explored all the way through. I wasn't sure how to do full teams with them, and ended up did not do any for the adults. earlier this week I was board and looking back at my list for notable back ground characters; and I noticed that I hadn't included Viney. Okay she didn't get the screen time she deserved, but she is a great character and I feel she at least deserves a four pokemon team (Like I gave the Edric and Emira). All that being said I do not feel Viney and a four pokemon team are enough for a stand alone post. So I decided to add Jerbo and give him three. It still was not enough. Okay, So I will do Viney and Jerbo's smaller teams then the full teams I thought of for the Clawthorne sisters. I have also been working on smaller teams for notable (if underdeveloped) adult characters, and if I see this one still do pretty well I will post a fourth post

The Owl Lady a.k.a (Eda)lyn Clawthorne

Hoothoot: Represent's Owlbert. I mentioned it on Luz's team, saying how it's technically Eda's pokemon, Hoothoot is also close with Luz, and frequently joins Luz's team in an effort to help Eda watch over her.

Noctowl: This represents Hooty. Since it is now cannon that Post final pre epilouge Hooty moves out of the Owl house and in with Lilith I will say the sisters made a trade and Lilith gave Eda her an Omastar.

Cubone: This is to represent King. Everybody who knows both King anf pokemon knows that Dana and the crew already based King's design off of Cubone. So How could I not give Eda a Cubone? (Fun coinsidence Stanley Pines also has a Cubone on my GF list)

Gasty, Haunter, and Gangar: Okay so obviously Eda would have to have a cubone and a couple owls (Owl lady), but the obvious aside you cannot tell me that "Ghost type" would not be her favorite type. As far as ghost types go these three are and will always be the Kings. Their designs rock, all three are super powerful, they are clever. If that's not enough they're all three mischievous pranksters. If Eda were ever to have pokemon minions, those minions would be a Gastly, Haunter, and a Ganger.

Eda's team: Hoothoot, Noctowl (traded for a Omastar during Time skip), Cubone, Gastly, Haunter, Gangar.

Lilith (Lilly) Clawthorne

Phantump and Trevenant: As soon as I decided to do Lilith I decided she should have three ghosts, like Eda did. At first I was gonna give her the licklit line since its also a trilogy but well they really are not that impressive looking, especially when compared to her sisters. In the end I when with the Phantump line. They are pretty cool looking. Are scary at first, but it turns out they just want friends, Kinda like Lilith... also they have a move unique to them called "forest Curse" (The show wanted the fans to forget come season 2, but we all remembered). Trevenant requires a trade to evolve, so I gave Steve a pokemon that did too, and am just saying that her and Steve did a quick trade and trade back.

Bannette: Here's one Lilith had to have due to her... deep-seated unresolved/partially resolved family issues/sister complex. (Another fun coincidence Stanford Pines also has a bannett on my GF list)

Murrkrow: This one is to represent her palisman Mike Socks. I picked it over a more similar colored bird because Murrkrow steal something it is bad to do, but are doing so to placate a higher up Honchkrow. This can represent Lilith's relationship with Belos and how he was able to manipulate her to do bad things.

Omanyte and Omaster: Lilith is a historian who absolutely loves history so she would want fossil pokemon, and being a part of the Emperor's coven likely had access to the means to revive a pair. I picked these two, well because they look similar to barnicles which Lilith canonically likes to make into crowns and wear on her head. For real though while this pair are smaller and not as colorful or powerful looking as the big Dino fossil pokemon, I could easily see Lilith easily loving them. As mentioned above Eda eventually comes around to see the pair as pretty cool too, and the sisters make a trade: Omastar for Noctowl. (Lilith seems to like to trading in this universe)

Lilith's Team: Phantump, Trevenant, Banette, Murrkrow, Omanyte, Omaster.

[bandit-12]

WHA Epilouge

The next day, at breakfast So, your saying that if Mr Aizawa erased your quirk, Pino wouldn't disappear”Asui asked Rody as they sat with him Its true, she’s and Emitter like Dark Shadow, but since she’s has her own separate body, she won’t go away even when Im asleep”Rody explained All that would happen is that my abilities to feel Rody emotions would disappear and wouldn't be able to track him”Pino answered Well you still made huge difference in the end, you cute little World hero”Tokage said while tickling Pino Ashido soon came by the table Hey Rody, how you feeling this morning”Ashido asked Im good”Rody said blankly You wanna try my omelet, I made it myself”Ashido offered No, im good with my cereal”Rody said before taking a bite But its really good, Im sure you’d love it”Ashido persisted I don’t want it”Rody refused again, getting irritated Come one just one bi..”Ashido was cut off DAMN IT ASHIDO, HE SAID NO, SO JUST DROP IT, WILL YOU”Todoroki snapped, surprising everyone I was jus…”Ashido was cut off HE just wants to enjoy his breakfast, and here you are showing up with an omelet he doesn't want, just leave him alone”Todoroki demanded I was trying to do something nice, to make up”Ashido argued I think you’ve done enough since yesterday, go away before end up in jail”Todoroki yelled This broke Ashido’s heart, to hear someone she called friend lash out at her Fine, see If I help you out in the future”Ashido yelled as she dropped the Omelette and ran away crying All the students looked in shock (expect Bakugo who didn't care), then turned to Todoroki, not with Anger, but with confusion Shoto, why did you say that”Yaoyorozu asked confused Because she never listens, Rody said no multiple times, and yet she kept on persisting, I didn't want Rody to get mad and start another fight, so I decided to put an end to it myself”Todoroki explained By snapping at her and making her cry, that's a little harsh man”Kirishima claimed Although I do get Todoroki’s concerns, Ashido was the one who brought back the fight yesterday after Uraraka’s upburst, its only natural Todoroki be protective over Body after what happened”Tokoyami stated I get that, but he didn't have to be so harsh, Midoriya wouldn't have handled it like that”Ojiro argued He would’ve tried to ask Mina to stop in calm fashion”Hado claimed He wouldn't like what you did Todoroki, even If it was for Rody”Amajiki added That's why we're not gonna tell him”Todoroki said What”They others said confused He’s done so much for everyone so far, and has been dealing with lot of new adversities, between, the frame up, and his possible battle against Shigaraki, last night, was possibly a lot strainful, having Rody berated and almost killed, and Uraraka and other losing their licenses, so I'm not gonna create more stress for him”Todoroki explained It that why you keeping an eye on me today”Rody asked If Midoriya sees you in trouble, he’ll try to resolve it, creating more of a burden then he already has, so to make sure nothing else happens, I’ll make sure no one cause you any problems”Todorki explained I can understand what Todoroki is saying, I don’t want Midoriya to undergo anymore stress, he been through too much, and last night was last thing he needed, so let not bother him with this”Iida suggested I agree, we’ll resolve this ourselves”Yaoyorozu added with others agreeing Good, that's all i wanted”Todoroki said before eating his cereal But still, I think maybe you were a little harsh on Mina, I get your trying to look out for me, but it was just an omelet, don’t ruin your friendship for me or Deku’s sake, make up with her”Rody said It was a bti mean”Pino added Okay, your right, I should’nt have overreacted like that, Ill apologize to her later”Todoroki promised Don’t, she deserved it”Bakugo argued only to glared at Mind your own business”Jiro yelled Btw, where is Midoriya”Kirishima asked He went to see All Might about something important, but has anyone seen Uraraka anywhere”Iida asked She said she wanted to be alone today, she seemed really sad”Hado said Well id be sad too If I had to take on Rabbit Hero Mirko to my licence back”Utsushimi claimed I don’t think its that, I think She still feel guilty about, the you know what that happened last night”Togata said Im feel bad for them too, but she blew her chance to stop,and know they have to face the consequences”Amajiki said Yeah, but after she saw what happened to Rody,and when he almost died for, it adds to guilt of what she said and almost did to him”Iida said (Sigh) Why did i have to make that threat”Rody asked ashamed Rody, its not your fault, you were angry and they were not helping, sure it was wrong, but there are other ways we handle things without violence, Urarala knows that know,and she and the others must remember that when they face Mirko”Todoroki assured Well for their sake, they better get their heads out of the cloud and focus on what needs to be done, were gonna need their help with the upcoming battle”Yaoyorozu said Later in the hall What do you mean you don’t wanna hang out with me”Yoarashi asked Shindo and his classmates Like I said, I don’t wanna hang out with Bully like you, not after what you did to Rody last night”Shindo said annoyed But I apologized, and repented, isn't that enough”Yaorashi argued No, because it was even lower then when you gave up UA because Todoroki was Rude to you, or when you two started fighting and almost got me killed and yet Deku still saved me even though he didn't need to, you remember that”Shindo yelled

yeah”Yoarashi said sadly We were all enemies in the first round, yet he still saved me in the second, because he knew we need to work together and have each others back to stop Gang Orca and save the people, it was no different then what he did for Rody, even if he did get shot”Shindo recalled You should’ve been protecting Rody last night, not attacking him”Nakagame claimed Sheesh, it wasn't enough you had to wait 3 months to get certified, know you got get it back in a week because your immaturity”Makabe said I know, Shishikura feels the same way too, thats why he’s busy training right know, in order to beat Mirko”Yoarashi explained Then you do the same, otherwise, that Rabbits gonna kill you”Shindo said annoyed as they left You wanna live the life of hero, then learn to grow up”Nakagame added I messed up again”Yaorashi said sadly as he left In a Library Come on Shoji, Train with me, I need help if im gonna take on Mirko”Hagakure begged This is your mess, Mr Aizawa told us not to help you, so im sorry but your on your own”Shoji apologize while flipping through a Manga That not fair”Hagakure yelled Be Quiet, were in a Library”Intelli scolded If anything, you didn't have to attack Rody last night, you got yourself into this mess, so you’ll need to get yourself out, don’t always rely on other to clean up your mistake’s”Shoji said Oh, Why did I have to take revenge for”Hagakure thought sadly In the Gym Come one, I only see you doing 700 push ups, you need to do 1400 if you ever gonna catch Mirko, know go before i make you go it again”Tiger ordered as Kaminari, Sero, Mineta,Tetsutetsu,Monoma, and Pony were doing push ups My chest burns, please can’t we wait til we get back to UA”Monoma begged No, because we get back to Japan, you 6 plus the other 5, will be going straight to our campgrounds, thier you’ll spend a whole trying to cath the rabbits, remember whats at stake, you lose, everyone is let down, Know move it”Tiger yelled Thats the last time, I ever stand up for Midoriya”Mineta said in pain Jerk”Sero and Kaminari said annoyed Thats not what I meant”Mineta yelled Well this is the last time i ever threaten someone like Rody, god, now i know how Bakugo feels”Tetsutetsu cried out Some Vacation this turned out to be”Pony cried Less talking, more pushing”Tiger yelled On the Deck And then Todoroki got mad and said mean things”Ashido told Uraraka while wiping her tears Wow, I didn't Think Todoroki could be so harsh towards, then again, he was defending Rody so, what could you expect”Uraraka claimed I know, but i didn't do anything wrong, all I was trying to do is give him a nice breakfast, and then Todoroki snapped”Ashido explained That maybe true, however, try looking at it by Rody’s position, he was probably still feeling resentful by your actions, and the omelet, while a nice gesture was just not gonna make up for what you did”Best Jeanist said while fishing I guess, and he did refuse at first”Ashido explained And what did you do after that”Uraraka asked I kept trying to get him to take it, and he started to get irritated as refused I thinks the problem, despite being a nice gesture, you were being a little insensitive too, you didn't respect his denial, and you persistence was getting under his skin, Shoto sense the Tension, and came to Rody’s defence in order to prevent a worse case scenario”Jeanist claimed

[lugagl]

reading the epilogues,, currently thoughts under cut. spoilers for the homestuck epilogues/homestuck as a whole, duh.

urhh,, im thinkin i love the epilogues (theyre so bad theyre good in my heart.. theyre so insanely bad that my brains like "omg,, wow! its hot garbage!" but then again im only on page two so it may go all downhill)

also, minor epilouge spoiler i thought was funny as hell bellow vv

and then soon after dave comes out the woodworks with the most out of pocket bullshit dude wtff im sobbing

waaa i'll try and live blog more once i get home, im at school rn so yeah. when i get home i'll try and live blog the shit out of this.

[myladysapphire]

Masterlist

To be added to taglist all works on A03 requests are closed :( Prompt list Masterlist

Currently working on | Brat (jace x aunt!reader), His (Jace x Twin!reader), kindred spirits (jace x aunt!reader), His sapphire princess XII, My lady Strong X,

Recent posts | To Gwayne, with love (Gwayne x niece!reader), Bittersweet (Gwayne x Rhaenyras!daughter), Forbidden (benjicot Blackwood x Bracken!Reader), Duty part 2, The Dragon and the Wolf Epilouge, two havles of a whole (Aemond x Twin!reader)

House of the Dragon

Aemond Targeryen

His sapphire princess (slow updates )

After the night in the brothel Rhaenyra finds her self with child, A girl who will forever change the history of westeros

My lady strong (slow updates )

The second born, A bastard, a dreamer with fire in her veins, and a girl forced into the dance of dragons

two halves of a whole - one shot

Aemond had always understood you in ways others could not, your bond so deep nothing could severe it. A bond so deep that they would do anything to save the other, even if it meant being trapped with the enemy.

Aegon Targaryen II

The spoils of war - one shot

Being a woman on the loosing side of a war was never a good thing. And when you are the only daughter of the looser it can mean one of two things, either death or marriage, and for lucky for y/n, Aegon was in need of a wife.

Agape - one shot

Agape love is defined as being unconcerned with the self and concerned with the greatest good of another. Agape love isn't born just out of emotions, feelings, familiarity, or attraction but from the will and as a choice. Agape requires faithfulness, commitment, and sacrifice without expecting anything in return.

Jacaerys Veleryon

Solace - one shot

As the daughter of Alicent Hightower you had been fed stories of your older sister and her children, so when you are bethrothed to Jacaerys you arent too sure as to what to expect, and go into your courtship expecting the worse, only to find out you couldn't have been more wrong.

Why don’t i show you - one shot

when you come to westeros to arrange your sisters marriage in an alliance with westeros you find there customs to be anything but acceptable and start to question the need for an alliance, it takes jace to show you why an alliance is needed.

you belong with me - one shot

you and jace were childhood friends, you never left eachothers side growing up, but that all changed once you both went off to university.

seduction - one shot

you had always longed to be queen but with your brother Aegon married to your twin sister you had lost hope, but upon your nephews return to the keep you realise all hope of being queen isn't lost. there was just one problem: your mother would never agree to marriage between you and Jace. So you set in motion a plan of seduction.

red - one shot

you are a priestess of R'hollor, sent to dragonstone to assure the bloodline of the prince who was promised. And though you are welcomed by the queen, prince Jacaerys only looks at you with trempidation, seeing your place at his mothers side to be some ploy. But luckily for you there is always a way for the red priesstes to sawy others to their cause.

brat - one shot, coming soon

kindred spirits - one shot, coming soon

his - one shot, coming soon

Heleana Targaryen

Butterfly Kisses - one shot

Heleana has always had a special bond with her maid.

Cregan Stark

The Dragon and the Wolf (complete)

You had been betrothed to Cregan stark at the start of the war. He was the noble and honourable stark that he was he supported your mother claim without restraint. So much so your mother saw it fit to betroth the two of you. So when disaster strikes and you and your younger brother are the only two survivors, you a shipped of north in your grief, leaving only Cregan to heal your wounds.

Gwayne Hightower

High Infidelity - one shot

scorned and betrayed by your husband, you find solace in the arms of his uncle.

To Gwayne, with love - one shot

tired of being ingored and undervalued, you take your dragon and leave to find the one person who sees you for who you really are; your uncle, Gwayne Hightower.

Bittersweet- one shot

married to Gwayne Hightower in some deludied attempt to resolve tensions between your family, when his loyalty is made clear you flee to your mother, feeling only bittersweet as you think of your husband.

Benjicot Blackwood (fan!cast)

forbidden - one shot

With a feud older than history, the Blackwoods and Brackens have long been enemies, but now, you, a daughter of lord Bracken, finds yourself in the arms of Benjicot Blackwood, and he will do everyhting it takes to make you his.

Game Of Thrones

Robb stark

duty | part one, part two

Robb Stark had kept his oath to house Frey and married you as a result allowing him to win the north’s independence however he now has to live with the sacrifices of duty and must find out if duty is truly the death of love.

jon snow

duty | part one, part two

married near six years, you learn that duty is truly the death of love, and yet when Robbs brother, jon, returns to winterfell, you find that perhpas you where wrong, perhaps love is the death of duty.

viserys targaryen

coming soon

[jadeender]

The End of an Adventure

A little bit of a different story post cause I'm having laptop problems but I present the end of Altered! It's been really fun to write this series over the last almost ten months but I feel it's time to put it to rest, I gave it the best ending I could and I hope everyone likes it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22257916

Thank you to the people who have been and continue to read it, and to my friends on discord without whom I likely would have abandoned this series long ago.