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cerridwen007 · 6 months ago

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Unwind.

*Images are from Pinterest and are used for aesthetics only.

Pairing: Boyfriend!Dieter Bravo x f!reader (afab)

Word count: 4.1k (18+) MINORS DNI!

Summary: Your boyfriend, Dieter, has come home early from a project. Hoping to surprise you, he instead gets a surprise of his own when he discovers what you like to do unwind alone from a long day.

Notes/warnings: Smut, fluff, DUB-CON (one party is under the influence of ouid but they are both very into it), established relationship, accidental pervy!Dieter, accidental exhibitionism, pussy drunk Dieter, masturbation (f and m), sex toys, descriptions of smoking the devils lettuce, mentions of other drugs, porn with little plot, oral (f!receiving), piv sex, cumplay, they are both just super horny and sweet for each other, swearing, no y/n.

a/n: My first Dieter fic, I can’t remember really where or when I got the idea for this fic, but I knew it just screamed Dieter. This is probably quite up there with the filthiest thing i've written, and i'm not sorry, lol. Also, I apologise for my very long absence in posting writing. Life just got the best of me, and I lost all motivation pretty much to write. Ngl I don't think this is my best work, cause I'm a little rusty but it's fun and I enjoyed writing it. But anyway, I hope y'all enjoy, and any interactions with my posts mean the world to me. Love yall so much! <3

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Now that his months-long project had wrapped up early, all Dieter wanted to do was surprise you. The both of you had long played the game of hiding behind corners and hiding in all sorts of spots to try and scare each other, all throughout your relationship.

But more often than not, it was you that made his heart jump out his chest, and a long list of swear words leave his mouth as he over-dramatically clutched his chest. To which you always laughed so hard you cried a little at another successful scare and his reaction. “I'll get you next time.” he mumbles, under his breath, a cheeky grin on his handsome face as he plans when best to get you back.

So now, with an upper hand, he was hoping that he could give you a big fright and jump out of your closet when you least expect it. But what happened was so much more surprising.

You had just gotten back to your shared apartment after what felt like the longest week of your life. You had been drowning in deadlines at work and were so glad that it was friday evening so you could finally get a proper break. After ‘gracefully’ hanging up your jacket on the hooks near the front door and tossing your keys into the bowl on the entryway table, you immediately take off your bra as you walk into your apartment. Throwing it on the back of one of the barstools sitting in front of your kitchen island.

A loud sigh exhaling from your mouth as the pressure is released from your sore shoulders. It had been a long day at work before you ran around afterwards, getting a whole bunch of errands done that you had been putting off. So you were exhausted and understandably so.

You kick off your shoes as you walk through the messy apartment, not bothering to put them away where they belong or tidy up the growing mess just yet. No, first you need to unwind from the long ass week you had. Besides, the weekend started tomorrow, and you would have plenty of time to clean up then and before Dieter came back a week and a half from now.

You sighed again sadly thinking about your boyfriend. God, you missed him. He had been gone about 3 months now, and each day didn't get any easier. When the two of you were together, you were attached at the hip. Spending all the time you could together; talking, laughing, cuddling and fucking.

So it was quite a change the last few months going from spending almost all your time with your favourite person to almost none, except the few short calls Dieter managed to find time to have with you amongst his very busy schedule.

You tried to remind yourself of the fact that Dieter would be back before you knew it, and then you could once again spend all the much needed time together that you wanted.

You opened your fridge looking for a snack. You could have to tie your over till dinner that you would order yourself later, a treat for the end of a busy week.

You picked a few string cheese packets from the chilly shelves of your fridge before closing it shut with your hip as you walked off into your living room. Sitting down with a big “oof” on your couch and immediately sinking deep into the plush cushions as far as you could.

Dieter's heart was beating fast as he watched you through the horizontal slats of the storage closet door. He waited with baited breath, trying to find the perfect time to jump out and give you both the scare and surprise of a lifetime. He had been lucky enough to arrive an hour or so before you got home, which gave him plenty of time to get ready and pick the best hiding spot before you arrived.

He bites his lip, trying to hold back the chuckles wanting to escape as he imagined your hopefully soon to be shocked face. He watches as you get comfy on the couch and can’t help but look at you with adoration, even with dark circles under your eyes and your hair slightly untamed, you looked like a dream, the prettiest thing he has seen.

You quickly finish your cheese sticks, hungrier than you thought you were, and toss the wrappers on the coffee table. Yet another thing to be cleaned up tomorrow. You let out a long yawn and stretched your arms above your head. A cheeky smile graces your mouth as you realise how you're going to spend the rest of your night unwinding.

You waste no time in reaching into the draws of your coffee table before you and pulling out a dark green bong with small red flowers decorating it that Dieter got you for your birthday last year. You put it down the top of the coffee table briefly as you pull out a matching glass box with your stash in it and a red grinder.

Your fingers are working swiftly in their practiced work as you get your first cone ready. You pull out your black zippo lighter with your and Dieters' initials and the day the two of you started dating engraved on the front. You flick your thumb over the flint wheel a few times until it ignites. You take in a fraction of a breath before putting your mouth on the end of the glass tube, tilted towards you.

Holding the flame over dried grounds, watching as the white smoke slowly crawls up the neck of the bong. You let the smoke enter your lungs, filling you with warmth.

Your lips only disconnect when all the smoke is gone and you breathe in a little of fresh air. You hold it in your mouth for a few seconds before you tilt your head back and exhale all the hazy smoke. Your loose fist covers your mouth when you let a small cough.

You decide to do one more hit before you put down the ‘vase’ and let your head rest against the center of the back of the couch. Your legs spread wide, carelessly, as you wait for the drug to slowly take its effects. You groan as you lie back on the couch with a mouthful of smoke. You tilt your head up to look up at the ceiling as you let the hazy white cloud float from your parted lips.

Reaching down beside you, your fingers find something from out under your couch, a rectangle box. You open it to reveal a matte purple 8 inch, life-like, dildo. Fit with veins, balls at the base, and all. Your mouth waters just from the sight.

You have been extremely horny as of late. You always are when Dieter goes away for long periods of time, and you don’t have him to give you toe-curling orgasms all the time. You can never make yourself cum quite as hard as Dieter can make you come, but not from lack of trying. You lazily scoot down the couch a bit so you can take your pants and underwear off.

Dieter eyes bulge in head when he realises what you about to do and he swears his heart skips a beat when he sees that you're wearing his boxer briefs, even more so when he sees a glistening line of arousal, saturating them. He palms his now fully erect cock through his jeans, as his eyes connect with your glistening folds.

You take the hefty dildo out of the box and half haphazardly toss the container to the ground. Your breath hitches in your throat as you make quite work of sliding it through your folds, the tip catches deliciously on your clit.

You toss it to the side for a quick sec and reach down to your bong on the coffee table, after taking another cone you put it back on the table and grab the remote of the table, flicking on the tv and putting on one of your favourite vibey sex playlists on spotify on.

You sigh as you lean back and you take off your work shirt, leaving you in nothing but a flimsy old tank top, which you nipples prominently stick out of and some cosy socks. You pull your breasts out of your shirt and start groping yourself while watching the screen playing at a low volume, with hazy eyes.

You soon pick the silicone dick up again and slowly tease yourself by tracing around your lips and through your dripping seam. Your head lulls on the back of the couch. You tease around your aching hole with the tip before pushing in ever so slightly. Your eyes roll back for a second as you moan at the slight stretch. “D-dieter.” You softly call out.

His eyes bulge out of his sockets watching you, his hand unconsciously reaching down under the elastic of his pants to feel his rock-hard erection. He swipes his thumb over his weeping tip and has to bite back a groan.

You pump in so slowly, only till it reaches halfway before you pull it out further again. You continue this to help work yourself open.

He watches you intently, stroking himself to the slow rhythm youv’e set for fucking yourself. He uses his other hand to pinch his base every few minutes, to keep from blowing his load, so close just from the sight of you.

God, he doesnt even care about scaring and surprising you anymore, all he cares about is watching you as you fuck your self, quietly calling out his name as you take your time in getting to your release. He has half a mind to just jump out now and fuck you himself but the sight of you spread out for him, caught up in your own little pleasure-filled world is a sight to good to be true.

He studies your form like he doesn't know it like the back of his hand, like he hasn't spent hours upon hours coaxing the prettiest little moans and whimpers from you, caressing over every single inch of you.

His eyes will never grow tired of the sight of you, your centre gushing with arousal, your eyes fighting to stay open, your mouth on the other hand, fighting to stay closed as a beautifully orchestrated ensemble of curses, moans, groans and his name come flooding out of your mouth.

His mouth waters as the ring of your arousal grows thicker around the base of the silicone cock. He missed the taste of you so much, while he was away. He loved spending hours between your legs, until you were shaking and overstimulated and had to beg him to stop. Crying out “Dieter! Please!” as you struggled to push away his starved mouth.

Your head is feeling quite light now, and the pleasure is rushing through your veins as you increase the speed of your strokes. You keep chanting Dieter’s name, over and over again, softly as if it will summon him somehow. Well shit, maybe it does.

Before he even realises what he is doing, his hand is fumbling for the doorknob of the closet, and he is stepping out, sweaty, and disheveled, all just from watching you. Your heart stops for a second as you hear the closet door near you open, your brain unable to come up with any sane reasonings until Dieter walks out flushed and sheepishly in a trance, consumed by his love and lust for you.

“Dieter?” You whisper, shocked to your core, that he is standing in front of you and still not entirely convinced that he isn't a hallucination caused by your hornyness and longing for him. And also maybe the drugs too.

He swallows harshly, his throat dry. All the liquids in his body seemingly have traveled lower in anticipation. You're about to jump up from the couch and squeeze him till his ribs break, but he beats you to it, sinking to the floor in front of you and hugging your calves tightly. As much as you missed your baby, you can't help but feel a little awkward, having been caught masturbating and still with the dildo between your legs, no doubt.

Before you can even clear your throat and try to explain yourself, Dieter starts kissing along the tops of your thighs, up your stomach, then sternum, up your throat till his lips lock onto yours. He kisses you with such meaning and passion as he tries and conveys all the feeling of how much he missed you and is so glad to see you now into a single kiss

“God. I. Missed.You. So. Much. Baby.” He says in between quick pecks before once again consuming your mouth with his own, trying to make up for all that lost time he wasn't able to taste your lips on his.

You break the kiss with a gasp, looking down to your legs where Dieter is spreading them to see the current state of your throbbing pussy. “Fuck and it sure looks like she missed me too, huh sweetheart. Just oozing and weeping, begging for my touch. Ain't that right baby?” He lovingly teases.

You grin and spread your legs even further to let him get an even better look at you swollen, glistening folds, still clenching around the girth of the dildo. He reaches his hand up between your legs and pulls the toy in and out of you slowly, eliciting a whimper from you.

“Fuck.” He groans, completely enthralled by the sight of you, and the growing creamy ring of arousal you have created around the base of the cock. He continues to slowly pump it in and out of you, as you squirm above him, your once lost orgasm now coming so close to grasp again.

“Dieter...please.” You croon, begging him not to stop as you feel the edge of your high starts to wash over you.

“Atta girl, fuck just like that. Cum for me baby.” He softly demands, as he works the now shiny dildo hard, fast and deep into your cunt. He sits up a bit on his knees and hovers over you.

Leaning his head to the side he starts to suck on your pulsing clit. His eyes roaming between your leaking hole and trembling thighs, up to your red, cloudy eyes struggling to stay open with your brows furrowed above them. Your mouth agape, curses and whimpers as your orgasm hits you full force.

He watches with blown eyes, mouth hanging open, nearly drooling at the sight of your back arching off the couch, as the waves of your orgasm crash over you. He slowly pumps the cock in and out of you, prolonging your high till your legs close firmly around it. He carefully opens them back enough so he can pull out the cock.

He palms himself as he inspects the aftermath, mouth watering from the sight and smell of your creamy residue slathered upon the tip to the flared base of the slick silicone. He sticks out his tongue and brings the base, where most of the cum has gathered in a band round the bottom, to his mouth. You watch stunned and too aroused to speak as he licks it clean of your sweet drippings.

“God baby, missed the taste of this sweet pussy.” he groans. You clench around nothing as you watch him, eyes fluttering behind closed lids, messily tongue the silicone like one might lick brownie or cookie batter of a spatula.

After he finishes with the lower half, his lips pink and shiny, he wordlessly brings the tip up to your face. You grin devilishly before opening your lips wide and sucking the fat head into your mouth. You too moan at the sweet taste of yourself, not often shared directly from the source but usually from Dieters tongue do you taste the sticky release of your climax.

He palms his painfully hard cock through his pants, before spreading your thighs wide once again, and feasting on the remaining juices. You moan as best as you can with the cock down your throat, before removing it from your mouth and sitting it beside you as you watch Dieter's beautiful curls bob up and down between your legs.

His tongue slides from your quivering hole to your clit, licking flatly. He alternates between sucking your nub, to fucking into your wet hole.

You fight to keep your thighs open, to not crush his head or let the gorgeous sight below you be hidden, but you can’t any more as the drug haze inside your veins seems to have taken all your strength. Sensing your struggle, Dieter curls his arms around your thighs, holding them open and drags your center closer to his hungry mouth.

You whimper at the dull pain that you feel from his tight grip holding you apart, just under your breaking point. The aching soreness from your legs being spread so wide, only adding to the intensity of pleasure rolling around in your stomach.

He alternates between eating you messily, and slowly picking you apart. Motorboating his lips and nose between your folds, and precise and firm licks on your clit while curling his thick fingers up into that sweet, sweet spot inside you, that has you moaning, incohesive gibberish from your pleasure and drug intoxication.

Even with Dieter being the sober one (surprisingly), he sounds just as wrecked as you, if not more. So drunk and intoxicated on you and your pussy, something he and you both thought he was deprived of way too long.

Soon you are reaching yet another, and surely not the last of night, orgasm. Your thighs shake with the intensity of the pleasure seeping into your veins. Your lips go from being an wide ‘o’ shape to a cheesy wide grin as the dopamine and endorphins flood your system.

Dieter makes sure he licks up every single drop of your essence before he rises off his knees slightly and encases you in a massive, big bear hug. Feeling what little air was left in your lungs, you giggle along with Dieter breathlessly as you squeeze his middle just as hard.

He lifts his head to plant the softest, sweet kiss on your lips before rubbing his nose against yours. You take a deep, tired breath in and your eyes flutter close, his delicious musky scent filling your nostrils once again.

“I missed you so much too, baby.” You whisper. You admire the deep crows feet around his eyes as he grins, his dark rich eyes sparking as he beams with happiness, love, and lust. His smile turns into something that of the devils as he begins to caress your body.

He lifts up your arms and takes off your tank top, throwing it on the ground somewhere. Before his lips lock onto your pebbled nipples. Groaning as he squeezes and plays with the other one, before switching his mouth over. After leaving your tits a glistening, saliva-covered mess he descends further down your body, his kiss-bruised lips planting themselves on every single inch of skin he can see.

“Mm need to fffffuck you sweetttt thing, and ffffeel that heavenly p-pussy wwwrapped around me againnn.” He mumbles, his lips smushed against your stomach. You softly laugh and nod your head. Getting the gist of what he was saying and knowing him well enough to know what he said that you didn't catch.

“Please Dieter. Please fuck me. Need… to feel you. Missed you…. and your cock…. so fucken much.” You garble out in your own form of a coherent sentence.

Dieter can’t help but whimper listening to you, his cock pulses with need for release as he listens to your confession (although mumbled) of need for him.

He can’t wait any longer.

He reaches under your ass and lifts you up and shifts you so you're lying on your back longways on the couch. He quickly shucks his shirt off, getting a little stuck in the process as he does so. You both giggle and laugh as your hands go up to help him. He soon pulls it off and makes quick work off, shoving his pants and boxers off his legs.

Both of your eyes are shining with something so deep and emotional as you admire each other's naked bodies. A sight seen countless times between the two of you but one that neither would ever grow sick of. You reach up and stroke your hands up and down Dieter's front, feeling his strong chest and plush belly that you love very, very much. He whimpers as your hands trail down into the coarse hair at the base of his leaking cock.

Even as he towers over your relaxed form, there is an air of submission to him still. The way his eyes are glazed over with no other drug than love, pupils blown wider than when he was higher than a kite on LSD. His eyes brows slightly furrowed in, his chest moving fast as he pants. His bottom lip trembling with anticipation of connecting your bodies together so intimately once again how they should be. How they would always be if Dieter got a chance.

He shakes himself out of his love trance and lowers himself over you, his forearms resting on the couch beside your head. You close your eyes and kiss him deeply, giving him a piece of you that no one but him gets to have. Literally and spiritually. He groans almost pathetically when you reach your hand down and swipe his tip through your once again dripping folds.

Your squinting and red eyes look up at him pleadingly, just begging to put the both of you out of the agonising wait and finally feel each other. He smiles a soft smile before he lines himself up and slowly pushes into your pulsing cunt.

“Ohhhh….ohhh…oh…yeah, honey.” He moans out as he slowly bottoms out in your cunt. You gasp as you adjust to his considerably large girth. Something you truly will never fully get used to. Your hands clutch as his biceps, grounding yourself as your fluttering pussy adjusts to him.

“God….fucken hell, baby. You feel somehow even better than I remember. Jesus christ.” He pants, his face screwing up from the pleasure just simply inside your beautiful heat gives him. He desperately tries to think of anything else other than your stunning form below him and just made for him cunt, feeling already so close to blowing his load.

He reaches down and pinches his base and quickly begins Jack hammering into you fast and hard, to hopefully get you off before he ultimately finishes way quicker than he intended to.

“Oh f-f-fuck, Dieter!” You cry out, eyes squeezing tight at the immediate hard and fast pace Dieter has set while fucking you.

“Im s-sorry b-baby. Fuckkk. You just feel too damn good. I just n-n-need. Ahhh. Need you come before I-I-I do.” He stutters.

Your heart and cunt clenches around, eyes rolling back from the pure ecstasy coursing through your as Dieter repeatedly stuffs his fat tip into the squishy part deep inside you.

“OoOoh shit, baby. Can feel you clenching real good around me, god damn!”�� He groans.

You lay there bonelessly, whimpering as Dieter’s fingers circle you clit just right. Sending you over the edge into the deep depths of mind-numbing pleasure. Your body shakes as your orgasm comes crashing down and over you, with Dieter only seconds after.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh oh oh shit,” He wails out with every rope of cum that spurts out of him, his hips almost unconsciously thrusting themselves as deep as they can go every time, only stopping on the last rope of cum, burying his now spent cock deep into your pussy. He lets his full weight drop on top of you as he catches his breath from his own high.

You breathe out with a soft smile, feeling such bliss and warmth from Dieter being here with you. He moves his head from your neck and looks at you. You both smile wide and break in hearty chuckles, before kissing each other.

You relish in the feeling of Dieter’s chest booming with laughter pressed up against yours, feeling his beating heart beat under you hand, showing that he is here with you now and just Dieter in general, his body fitting on top of your like a puzzle, like two pieces that you never would’ve known hadn't always been connected together like this.

And that’s exactly how you fall asleep, entwined in each others arms, connected in all ways possible, smiling to yourself as you listen to Dieter’s soft snores and you feel his heart beating strongly against yours, before you two let the sweet blissful temptations of sleep take you too. Everything was going to be okay now that your love was back with you.

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silvervioletvalentine · 2 years ago

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🦋!STARSTRUCK!🦋

Pairing : Max Verstappen x Cherrie!

Word count: 13k

Summary: in which she’s a supermodel and he’s starstruck.

Lando jolted In shock from where he was sat playing video games on the couch, his head snapping over to the front door that had loudly slammed shut behind his panicked , red faced friend ,who had just sprinted through the door as though he was being chased.

Almost knocking off a vase from the table next to the door as he hurried to catch it before it could shatter into a thousand little pieces, ragged breaths escaping him and filling the shocked silence between the two of them.

Both of the men looked at each-other with wide eyes for a very long moment , lando blinking over at him in disbelief as he slowly placed down his controller , heart racing in his chest from the sudden heart attack that his friend had just given him.

"Are you being chased by the police Max?" The question came out more calm than he intended , the shock still keeping him still on the couch as he gaped over at a sweaty max in disbelief.

Max awkwardly leaned back up to his full height after standing by the front door with his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath back. Letting out a loud exhale as he straightened back up and awkwardly cleared his throat. Realising that perhaps he might have overreacted a little..

He sheepishly scratched the back of his reddening neck , swallowing thickly . "She was down there . Getting mail." He weakly informed him of the reason why he looked so panicked.

At that, Lando relaxed and let out a loud pitiful sigh , shaking his head at him in exasperation . "For gods sake max! And where the hell is your Mail that you went down to get in the first place?" He asked him in amusement as he looked down at his hands holding absolutely nothing but nervous sweat.

The redbull driver merely shrugged weakly , a stark contrast to his usual confident and self assured behaviour. Lando thought it was more than amusing how one woman had managed to turn his arrogant friend into a flustered mess without even doing a single thing. It was just a amazing scene for him to witness and yet another embarrassing moment for max to be relentlessly teased about for the rest of his life.

"I-I forgot. She was just there when I went to get mine and then she-" max blinked rapidly , heart still racing in his chest like he had done several laps around a racetrack with no helmet on.

"-she looked at me." He said in amazement , beyond starstruck.

Lando tried not to laugh , he really did. But this was just too good.

He smirked instead "she looked at you? That's it? And you what- she looked at you and you ran away?" He said it in such a way that max knew he was being made fun of.

He immediately scowled over at his friend "you don't understand Lando! She's just- she's a fucking siren or something! She's like that motley crue song! She's got the looks that kill mate!" He exclaimed frustratedly as he finally pushed away from the door and stomped into the kitchen to get a drink to try and calm his shaking body back down.

It was ridiculous the way that she made him feel, the two of them had barely even spoken before either . Well, he has tried to speak to her on multiple occasions, but it just never turned out right. Which was why his list of humiliating moments in front of who he was certain was the love of his life, was growing rapidly. And the worst thing being the fact that he couldn't even hide away and never see her again. Because she was his neighbour.

The love of his life. His ultimate woman crush. The exact same woman that he had spent years dreaming about each time he passed a billboard with her face on it.. buying each magazine or poster that she was on like he was collecting rare artifscts. Constantly in awe at how beautiful one woman could be.

Because Cherrie was the IT girl . A supermodel that looked as though she had came straight from the 90's when the models were actually talented and naturally beautiful. No Botox or fillers. No big family name to rocket her to the top. She did that all on her own , something that made max like her even more.

She was the queen of the runway. The highest paid , hottest supermodel in the world right now and max was totally gone for her. He had been since he had seen a billboard of her right outside of his apartment window , a ad for Victoria secret featuring Cherrie in tiny underwear . Lace, lace and even more lace.

Max had almost passed out right there on the spot when he first saw it. Enjoying his morning coffee on his balcony as he gazed at the billboard in utter awe of her, it was a beautiful way to wake up each morning if he said so himself.

So you could only imagine his shock and honestly horror, when he had opened up his front door one day during the summer to leave for the day and found the exact same supermodel that he had been dreaming about stood in their shared hallway with boxes upon boxes of her expensive stuff surrounding her.

And to his luck , it turned out that she was his new neighbour. He had only been able to stutter out a shocked 'hello.' To her before bolting it out of there like his ass was on fire. Unable to believe that this was actually happening to him.

It was like all of his confidence was shattered into tiny pieces whenever it came to Cherrie. All she had to do was simply smile at him and max had to constantly tell himself not to pass the fuck out when she did so. He could barely ever get a word out . Only small, shy 'hellos' before making up some muttered excuse about being late so that she didn't try to talk to him.

Max was well aware that this was not normal for him. He never behaved like this. He didn't lose his cool around women. His was unmovable and nothing could faze him. He usually didn’t give a single fuck about anything or anyone at all.

Except for Cherrie apparently. He felt like a nervous teenager with his first ever crush around her. I mean, it also didn't help the fact that she wasn't exactly the ... most sweetest person either. From what he had seen so far at least.

She was well known to be a ruthless woman when it came to men. A long list of scorned ex lovers that she threw away like broken toys when she got bored with them. She hasn't worked her way up to the top by being shy and sweet after all. She was a force to be reckoned with.

And it was sexy. He could admit that he found her bitchiness and her 'I'm better than you all' attitude hot. He could admit to himself that he had gotten ridiculously turned on one time when he had overheard her on the phone bossing somebody about and shouting at someone that had screwed something up in her apartment.

Because apparently max liked woman that could

Make a grown man cry. Who would have thought. But as hot as it was, as she was like that. He did not want to be on the receiving end of her mean little comments and judgy remarks.

There was only so much bitchiness that he could take before he just dropped to one knee and asked her to marry him right there and then.

It was like that shirt he had seen with the slogan 'don't be mean to me, I'll fall in love with you.' That described his predicament perfectly.

And it also didn't help that her five year old daughter , Star, was also as mean as her mother was. Many a time had max encountered the child in the hallway playing with her barbie dolls right outside his door, as though she was waiting for him to fall right into her trap.

She was the sassiest and most judgmental five year old he had ever met in his life. The first time he had seen her she had looked him up and down and her adorable little face had scrunched up in disgust as she bluntly told him that he 'looked so Boring.'

And his favourite one : 'why do you dress like this when you're a rich man? Being White isn't a excuse to dress like trash max.' That had humbled him horrifyingly.

He had been too stunned to even reply. And also his ego too bruised to admit to anyone that he had thrown that outfit that he had been wearing straight into the trash can when he arrived back home later than night. Unable to believe that a five year old had him reconsidering his whole wardrobe so easily.

Was he really so easily influenced? Or was he just a fool in love?

Lando sighed loudly and asked him curiously "well.. how far have you gotten with Cherrie so far? Have you at least managed to get her number yet? A date?" He looked expectantly at him.

Max just shook his head with a frown, looking at him like he was insane . "No. I do say hello to her when we bump into each other though ." He told him proudly as though that was something to celebrate.

Clearly Lando didn't agree with him. Instead the driver looked back at him in shock , eyes blowing wide in disbelief .

"Dude!" He gasped loudly in exasperation "you've been going on and on about her for so fucking long now and all you've managed to do is say hello? Not even a 'how are you?'!" He exclaimed , unimpressed.

Max groaned in embarrassment as he threw himself down onto the loveseat in misery. Throwing his hands up in front of him in annoyance.

"You don't get it! She's scary Lando! I once watched her kick a guy out of her apartment because he said he didn't like her little yappy dog. He was crying lando! Crying!" He empathised loudly , looking at him with wide eyes. Recalling that awful day with a wince .

"She was so mean to him! I felt so sorry for him that I had to go out there into the hallway and pick his crying ass up off the floor and call him a Uber ! She broke him! She's ruthless I'm telling you!" His face serious . Partly impressed but mostly scared of her.

He did not want to be in that poor mans position , ever. He had a horrible feeling that one insult from her would have him crumbling like a soft mint! She had the most creative and ruthless insults that he had ever heard. He could see exactly where her daughter got it from. The both of them were little bullies! It was insane.

She carried herself with such arrogance and confidence. Always immaculate and dressed in the most beautiful clothes . Hair always shiny and hanging beautifully down her back. Her yappy little Pomeranian dog in one arm with a little bow always in its hair. Freshly manicured nails clutching at a tiny designer bag in the other arm. And she strutted around in these six inch heels all day like a absolute boss bitch. Facial expressions never moving , constantly looking like a walking photoshoot.

She was perfect . It was intimidating.

Max had never met a woman like her before. And it scared the living shit out of him. I mean, how do you even talk to a woman like that? She was richer than he was, so he couldn't impress her with fancy gifts. She already had a new car for each day of the week.

He couldn't woo her off her feet with his own looks either.. he had seen the guys that she usually hung about with. They looked nothing like he did! They were usually always over six feet tall, always packing a ridiculous amount of muscle and what looked to be edited abs. With luscious hair and perfect features...how the hell was he supposed to stand a single chance against the Ken lookalikes she brought home?

Perhaps he could make her laugh with his jokes.. if he could just find a way to be able to actually speak to her without turning into a stammering mess. Maybe they could work.

Didn't they say that women loved a funny guy? The more time she spent laughing was the more time she would spend with her eyes closed!

God. He had never felt more stressed in his entire life. Knowing that he had his chance only a few feet away from his door. His dream girl was so close... yet so far away. What the hell was he going to do? He couldn't let a opportunity like this pass him by. Cherrie was the kind of woman that only came around once in a lifetime . She was one in infinity.

He needed to somehow get over his sudden flood of shyness and find some confidence in him to actually make a move on her. Or at last try to.

I mean, this whole running away from her and feeling like he was going to have a panic attack each time she smiled at him was getting a little pathetic now. Even to his standards.

Lando looked at him with a wary frown, chewing on the inside of his cheek thoughtfully. "Surely she can't be that bad max." He stated unsurely. Having also been a fan of Cherrie too. But no where as big of a fan as max was.

Max just scoffed and shot him a look "I swear - the other day I was leaving and we bumped into eachother in the hallway and-" he inhaled deeply with a grimace "she looked at me up and down and sighed! Didn't even say a thing! Just left! I'm telling you-she looked disgusted!" He whined . Practically pouting in his seat.

Lando hummed in confusion "well.. what were you wearing?" He asked him simply .

Max looked at him with a frown "what I always wear! What has that got to do with anything?!"

Lando let out a loud laugh and snorted at him in amusement . "Well it's no wonder she looked so disgusted then! Have you forgotten who she is max? She's a supermodel. Her whole life is practically fashion . And All you wear is redbull polos and shorts!" He reminded him with a grin.

He blinked back at his friend silently for a moment before saying quietly "so.. I need to dress better to get her to like me? Is that what you're suggesting?" He sounded as offended as he looked. He loved his redbull shirts and cap. He was Hardly was ever seen without them. They were a part of him now.

Lando just shrugged at him, laughing a little. "Well.. it wouldn't hurt to try would it? She clearly likes luxury. Even the jewellery she wears cost more than this entire apartment. Maybe try a linen shirt? That seems to work well for pierre and Charles. That quite luxury vibe." He suggested to him.

Max just rolled his eyes in annoyance "you're forgetting that I'm not Charles or Pierre! If I turned up one day in linen trousers and a linen shirt.. people would think I was having some type of midlife crisis!" He exclaimed , crossing his arms over his chest with a huff .

He then continued to Moan on "and it isn't even just Cherrie that I need to impress! Her daughter-" he inhaled sharply at the thought of the little menace "is just as ruthless as she is! The kid probably eats Ken doll heads for breakfast! She always makes this little evil giggle when she sees me! I mean it Lando!" He insisted to his now hysterically laughing friend. "I'm not even kidding! She may look like an Angel but she's not! She so mean!"

Lando giggled loudly , tears leaking from his eyes from his laughter . Unable to believe what he was hearing . His usually tough and arrogant friend reduced to a fearful, stammering mess over a supermodel and her five year old daughter. This was just too good!

"She's a kid! She's just playing around! Just buy her a ice cream or something and she'll love you forever ." He told him in amusement , trying and failing to stop laughing at his grumpy , pouting friend.

Before max could resort back to him they both froze up when they heard a commotion coming from the hallway outside his apartment . Both drivers locking eyes as they widened at the sound of a familiar voice reaching their ears.

"Okay this is what we're going to do.." Lando whispered to him excitedly as he stood up from the couch, ignoring max whisper shouting at him to sit his ass back down.

He just pulled a panicking max up alongside him and continued to whisper confidently "we're going to go out there. Say hello and make friends with her. Just follow my lead. Be as cool and casual as I'm going to be okay? I've got this. Trust me." He arrogantly told him, smirking smugly to himself as he walked over to the door.

Pulling it open confidently as he shot a nervous max a sly wink over his shoulder before turning back around and coming face to face with said supermodel in question.

Max offered her a shy smile when she looked over to them in slight surprise , her fluffy dog held in one arm like a baby, while her five year old daughter sat on the hallway floor with her barbies again.

Max waited for Lando to show him how to be 'cool and casual' seeing as he claimed himself as such a expert.

Only after a few seconds of awkward silence from the mclaren driver, he cautiously looked over at his friend only to see Lando stood frozen in his spot, gaping up at Cherrie with wide , starstruck eyes.

Max would only watch in pure disbelief as Lando started to fangirl right in front of him, beaming at Cherrie excitedly. Mr Cool and casual no where to be seen.

Typical! Typical Lando! He scoffed to himself in disbelief .

"Oh my god! It is you! Wow! You're even more stunning up close!" Lando gasped out giddily , his own cheeks going red when she let out a light, confused but pretty laugh.

Eyes looking between both Lando and max in slight amusement, her eyes staying on Max's for a little longer as she lifted a curious eyebrow at him. Meanwhile max tried not to die from pure second embarrassment , right there and then.

Kill him. Just…dig him a whole right now. Fucks sake!

"I thought max was lying when he told me that you were his new neighbour! I mean I thought he was just being delusional after staring at that billboard every morning-" Lando started telling her with a grin, looking up a the supermodel in front of him in awe.

Max quickly let out a loud abrupt laugh and elbowed Lando harshly in his side to get him to stop talking . Awkwardly smiling at a amused Cherrie , feeling his cheeks flush red.

"He's-he's joking! I haven't stared at anything! Not weirdly! I mean-there is a billboard obviously but I don't look at it weirdly -" his voice went higher in pitch as he panicked. Unable to even look her in her eyes, instead he settled on glaring daggers at Lando for getting him into this mess.

Cherrie just giggled, stroking her Pomeranians soft fur gently with her newly manicured nails as she looked at the two nervous drivers in front of her in amusement.

Cute. She thought to herself with a smile.

"You don't like the billboard? Am I not pretty enough of a view for you?" She teased him, smirking to herself as she watched him panic like a fish out of water.

"No! I mean- yes! Yes! You're very pretty-" max stammered out at the same time Lando sighed out a amazed "you're the hottest woman in the world." Not at all fazed by the disbelieving look that max was sending him.

He felt like he was living out a nightmare. But not only did he had to worry about embarrassing himself, he had Lando working double shifts on the train of his humiliation too. How lovely. What a supportive friend he was!

Feeling sorry for him and a little concerned by the colour of red that max was turning , Cherrie sent him a small smile , giggling fondly.

"I'm just kidding max! I know I'm beautiful . I don't need assuring. It must be a gift to wake up and see my face when you look out your window every morning ." She sighed out confidently , smiling to herself as her dog, ditsy, snored in her arms . Cooing down at her baby affectionately.

Meanwhile max was just looking at the arrogant supermodel in front of him silently , utterly speechless. Falling even more in love with her by the second. How the hell was he supposed to respond to that self assured statement?

Then he suddenly froze up as he realised that Cherrie had said his name. His name. In her pretty mouth...his throat ran dry .

Shocked eyes looking at her in amazement "you know my name?" He breathed out , more than surprised . Having thought that she had no clue to who he even was.

Cherrie looked back up at him for a moment , laughing a little to herself at the shocked look on his face.

"Yes , I've heard it many times before max. Star loves watching the races. Don't you baby?" She directed their attention down to her daughter who had been quietly watching them so far .

Max could only slowly meet the five year olds eyes nervously, the kid already looking up at him with a mischievous smirk on her cute little face as she looked him up and down judgmentally . Just like her mother had.

He exhaled shakily, bracing himself for whatever she threw his way this time.

"I do." She confirmed smoothly before her smirk widened "I love watching Lewis win." She bluntly told them. Eyes never leaving Max's. Like the little devil that she was.

Lando burst into giggles again at that, while max just

looked as the smug little five year old in disbelief.

Shaking his head silently to himself, feeling his pride getting bruised by a child. Again. Unbelievable. Of course she'd be a Mercedes fan. Of bloody course.!

"Well. That's too bad. I won the championship not him , so.." he couldn't stop himself from muttering smugly back to the child . Crossing his arms over his chest defensively .

Thankful then that Cherrie was too busy taking selfie's with a fangirling Lando to notice him arguing with her five year old daughter pettily .

"Oh my god! We should do a Tiktok together! The fans would love it!" Lando gasped out excitedly as he held his phone up in front of them. Cherrie giggling alongside him as she happily agreed , making him stop recording for a moment so that she could fix his hair and her own from them. Lando just beaming up at her the whole time as she fixed his hair carefully , sighing blissfully to himself . Understanding now why she had max in such a state.

Star huffed and kicked her foot out to hit his ankle to get his attention again , max inhaling sharply as he moved his now throbbing foot away from her little Chanel boots. The five year old glaring up at him .

"Not fairly. Lewis is my champion." She defiantly stuck her little button nose up at him. Max hating the fact that she looked so cute while doing so.

With her big ,bug eyes, freckles and pig tails. Wearing a sparkly dress fit for a princess. How the hell was he supposed to not smile?

For the sake of his own ego and pride, he tugged his lips down and rolled his eyes at her in slight Annoyance. Peeved by the fact that she didn't like him, despite him not even doing anything wrong.

If he wanted Cherrie to like him back, he needed to somehow get her sassy, stubborn daughter to like him too. There was no way that Cherrie would ever go out with him if Star hated his guts.

"I still won. A win is a win. Get over it." He muttered pettily down to the child.

Pouting to himself as he side eyed Lando in disbelief as he watched his friend make tiktoks with Cherrie like they were the best of friends. Wondering how he did it. How he was so confident while staring into the face of a goddess.

Star huffed back up-at him judgmentally "I'll get over it when you get over dressing like a nerd." She shot back at him without missing a beat.

Max gaped down at her in shock. Offended . "I do not dress like a -"

She giggled slyly "yes you do! Boring! Boring! Boring!" She sang at him smugly . Slapping at his dirty canvas shoes to prove her point.

He huffed "well. What do you want me to wear? A suit? Just to go grocery shopping?" He shot back at her. Pride well and truly gone by now.

Star just smirked up at him as she jumped up to her feet suddenly, making him flinch back. Warily eyeing them she-devil child as she stood in front of him. Barely reaching his waist.

"I know your secret." She whispered to him devilishly . Bug eyes twinkling at him.

Max paled dramatically . Eyeing her hesitantly as his heart pounded in his chest. Unable to believe that he was getting so intimidated by a literal child.

"I don't have a secret." He denied nervously .

Glancing anxiously over to Lando and Cherrie again , huffing miserably to himself when he noticed them still taking even more selfies together like they were the best of friends , while he was stuck getting threatened by her five year old daughter .

Just typical. Really nice.

Star giggled "yes you do. All boys do." She told him smugly . Casually handing him one of her barbie dolls to take as she spoke.

He carefully took the doll from her small hand, looking down at it warily. Wondering what the little menace was playing at.

"Well, all girls do too . So..." he shrugged back at her. Awkwardly standing there with the barbie in his hand , not knowing what to do with it.

He then let out a startled , horror filled gasp when she suddenly lurched forward and hugged him. His eyes going wide in shock as he looked down at star who was squeezing him tightly .

About to shrug her off him in fear of her somehow killing him with her barbie doll when he noticed Cherrie looking over at him with a awed smile.

Her whole face softening fondly as she watched her daughter hug max tightly.

"Awww she likes you! That's so sweet!" She cooed at them. Nudging at Lando to take a picture of them. The driver doing so with a amused look on his face, the only one noticing how scared max looked.

Max let out a nervous chuckle as he gently hugged the little devil back. Cautiously patting her back with his hand as she refused to let go. Grinning up at him toothily. One of her front teeth missing. Looking as cute as could possibly be.

"Err-yeah- she's very-" scary, mean, sassy, judgmental.. "-sweet. You have a lovely daughter Cherrie." He settled on saying instead. Smiling over at her in hopes that she didn't see the fear in his eyes when Star giggled mischievously against him.

The five year old beamed over at her mother happily , a plan already forming in her little head.

She had seen the way that max could hardly even speak a word to her mother. She wasn't stupid. She knew that boys loved Cherrie. Something that she proudly liked to brag about at school, that her mother was the most beautiful woman in the world. She knew the signs by now. And max fit them all.

But her mommy always had boyfriends and she had hated them all. They never lasted beyond meeting her. Never past her tests. But max .. Star actually did like max. Despite the mean front she was putting up.

She was a Lewis fan. Yes. But she was also a max fan too. Not that she would ever admit it. She was a cool kid who refused to embarrass herself by fangirling like Lando was. And honestly , she wanted to go to the races . But her mother's busy schedule would never allow them to.

But if her mommy fell in love with a f1 driver? That would mean permanent access to watch the races from the best seats there was!

She just needed to see how serious max was about liking her mommy. If he could pass her tests. If he was even worth her mommy's attention. Because to star, her mommy deserved the world. She just wanted to make sure that max would give her just that first, then maybe she'd be nice to him.

So with a sweet smile on her face she easily lied "I told max about Lola cancelling and he said he'd babysit me and ditsty tomorrow!" She included her yappy dog in the lie too.

As Cherrie looked at max in surprise , smiling over at him happily. Max was too busy looking at the little liar hugging him in pure disbelief . Mouth dropping open in shock as he rapidly looked between star, Cherrie and the yappy dog. Speechless. Again.

"Really?" Cherrie cooed while walking over to him.

Placing her hand on his arm and softly squeezing "you'd do that for me max?" She smiled at him prettily. Eyelashes fluttering.

One smile and Max was done for. He swallowed silently as he looked down at her Soft and manicured hand on his arm that was now filled with goosebumps , his heart pounding in his chest with nerves.

"E-yeah. Yeah! Of course . I would love to! I -I'd love to help! If that's allowed! If you want me to..." he blurted out. Unable to believe what was happening.

Was star actually helping him get into her mothers good graces? He looked down at her smirking face and second guessed everything. Or was the five year old going to kill him without any witnesses tomorrow?

Cherrie looked at max softly , chest warming at the way he was smiling shyly at her. His face flushed as he still awkwardly hugged her giggling daughter to him gently , a barbie doll hanging loosely from his hand.

"You'd be doing me such a favour max! It won't be too long of course. It's a photoshoot for vogue again. And Star is a angel, so she won't be a bother." She assured him , grinning down at her baby lovingly.

Missing the look of disbelief that max gave her. He looked over at Lando too, his eyes screaming what he couldn't .

Star? An Angel? He severely doubted it! The five year old was a menace through and through. Even Lando was giggling in the corner , having heard each and every story of how mean Star had been to him over the last few months . He thought it was hilarious that max, a grown man, was so intimated by a five year old girl that looked like an Angel.

"Vogue? Oh, congratulations! That's huge. Are you on the front cover?" Max said to her in amazement. Knowing for a fact that he'd be buying it as soon as it hit the shelves.

Cherrie flipped her silky hair over her shoulder with a proud smirk tugging at her red lips.

"I'm always on the front cover darling. Always." She let him know smugly before eyeing him up and down for a long moment.

"You know..I've got my own clothing line coming out soon. For men and women." She mentioned as she stood back to admire him. Imagining max in some of her pieces . Tilting her head to the side with a hum of consideration.

Max was confused and flustered, shifting nervously on his feet when the supermodel just continued to gaze at him with a sharp fingernail tapping against her pouty lips in thought .

"Er-congratulations? Again?" He nervously chuckled.

Star still hugging him against his side , his arm loosely around her tiny shoulders to keep her steady, only this time she was occupied with Lando who was pulling silly faces at her to make her giggle cutely. The sound making max smile to himself.

Cherrie just laughed and waved her free hand in front of her, the other still cradling her tiny dog.

"Mmm. I think you'd look good in this linen set I have. I have brown . Blue, grey?" She hummed out "I have samples in my room. I'll bring them with star in the morning for you to wear." She said to him with a genuine smile.

Lando was looking at him triumphantly , smugness written all across his face. A 'I told you so' look being sent to him.

Max couldn't believe that he was actually right. Sending him a mildly impressed look. His chest fluttering at the thought of Cherrie wanting him to be the first man to wear her new collection .

"Oh that'd be nice! Thank you!" He smiled at her shyly. "I'm not really into fashion so I don't know what looks good or not." He added, stating the obvious.

Cherrie just giggled , grinning up at him in amusement . "Obviously." She said bluntly. Not intending to be mean. It was just the way she was.

"But don't worry! you have me as your neighbour! You don't need to walk around wearing the same ugly thing everyday. I'll help you!" She promised him. Patting his chest gently as she thought about all the beautiful , luxurious clothes that she could get him in.

She liked her men with style. Sue her. Max may not have been a naturally stylish guy, but Cherrie could help him be. Give her a week and she'd have him dressing like the champion that he was.

Max doesn't know whether to be offended or flattered. Maybe both? But all he heard was more time to spend with Cherrie. She could dress him up all she liked as long as he got to be with her.

"Thank you. Maybe you can make me look as good as Lewis ." He joked to them.

Both Cherrie and star snorted loudly at the same time, giggling together as they shared a look between them. And yes. Max was definitely offended now. Even Lando was giggling at him!

"Oh honey. I'm not a miracle worker! But maybe we set more realistic goals -" she teased him, patting his chest Softly . Surprised by how toned he felt. He didn't look it at first. "We can have you dressing better than at least Charles for sure." She settled on.

Max just sighed and nodded his head slowly in defeat "yeah that shouldn't be too hard. But he's got the face though. He could wear a bin bag and they'd still love him." He complained .

Cherrie just laughed as she thought about the cute driver she had partied with not so long ago. "he has got the cute face. But you've got the stern face. The arrogant one. It can work in your favour. It's always the bad boys that girls want after all!" She winked at him as she finally pulled away .

Motioning with her head for Star to let him go , the five year old doing as she was told reluctantly .

Looking up at him for a moment to mutter a "look after Stella." She sternly told him , pointing to the barbie in his hand. "And make sure that her hair stays pretty! And that she's comfortable to sleep tonight!"

Max just chuckled and patted the top of her head gently, Star quickly ducking and squinting her eyes up at him in response making him grin in amusement at her .

"Alright. I'll even make her a little bed shall I?" He joked.

But Star was serious. Nodding her little head yes. "She likes pure cotton bedding. None of the cheap stuff." She told him firmly.

Max let out a amused chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief . "Okay. Pure cotton only. I got it!" He snorted. Sharing a look with Lando. Both of them grinning.

"See you tomorrow max! Bright and early!" Cherrie smiled at him, giving him a wink before waving at Lando too. "And it was nice meeting you Lando! We have to get brunch sometime!" She said, Lando happily agreeing . Telling her to text him the details before she strutted away.

Both of their heads titling to the side simultaneously as they watched her sway her hips in her little black dress. Long legs that looked like they could go on for miles...they both sighed dreamily as she turned around the corner and out of sight.

There was a moment of silence between them before max finally looked over at Lando and said bluntly "what happened to cool and calm Lando ? Mr 'oh my god it's really you!'" He mocked his girly screech in amusement.

Lando just smugly raised his phone at him "but who got her number? That's right.. not you!" He sang slyly.

Max just laughed and reminded him cockily "Im babysitting her daughter and her dog tomorrow . I think I'm winning this one." He countered back smugly.

Lando just scoffed "yeah! If you don't manage to fuck it up that is. One wrong move and you're outtttt!" He teased him.

Max paled at that and crossed his fingers tightly. Praying to anyone and everything that tomorrow was a success. He couldn't blow this now. Not when he was finally getting his chance.

It turned out that Cherrie wasn't kidding around when she said she'd be there 'bright and early'. The sun hadn't even began to fully rise before max heard loud knocks at his front door, jostling him from his sleep in a confused panic.

His legs getting caught in his covers as he tiredly swiped a hand over his face with a groan, twisting around to glance at the clock on his bedside table.

5:30 am. It read.

He groaned again in misery. Rolling ungracefully out of his bed , wincing as he bashed his shoulder against the doorframe as he stumbled down the hallway to his front door, cursing underneath his breath grumpily.

Still half asleep, eyes barely open as he swung open his front door , in nothing but old checkered boxer shorts. One hand on his head tiredly as he yawned loudly , leaning his weight against the front door.

Nearly nodding off while standing up, only for a amused voice to jolt him wide awake again.

"Not a morning person then?" Cherrie grinned at him , giggling at the way he flinched. Now wide awake and aware of the fact that he was standing half naked in front of them, his hair sticking up in every direction and his face puffy from sleep.

He went bright red and quickly reached behind his door to grab a random jumper from the washing pile that he had forgotten to put away. Quickly pulling it over his head, closing his eyes briefly in misery as he finally popped his head back around the door, embarrassed.

"So sorry about that. I er-" his voice cracked tiredly as he glanced between Cherrie, who looked as stunning as ever, and her grinning daughter that was outright laughing at him. Finger pointed and all.

"Definitely not a morning person. Sorry." He confirmed for her with a sheepish chuckle, stretching out his arms to get rid of the stiffness in his back. Yawning again.

Cherrie gently lowered stars pointing finger, giving her a look to behave . She then gently pushed past max and carried her dog into his home, star trailing behind her lazily .

"It's okay! I'm not usually one either but I've had like four cups of coffee and I can feel my heart beating in my ears and I think I'm tasting colours!" She laughed loudly . Heart pumping from the caffeine , making her slightly loopy .

She carefully put down ditsy, her dog, once max had shut the door behind him. Looking at her in slight concern as she started to pick up random pillows on his couch, puffing them up then re-arranging them over and over again as she hummed a song to herself , looking like a twitchy rabbit.

He shared a look with the five year old next to him, who merely sighed and told him bluntly "coffee makes mommy annoying." Before wandering off into his kitchen to help herself to a snack.

Max chuckled to himself at her bluntness. Carefully walking over to Cherrie and gently placing his hand on her arm to get her to stop messing with his pillows.

He smiled down at her, concern shining through when he heard her stomach grumble.

"Have you not had breakfast?" He questioned her , running his hand up and down her arm soothingly. His palm tingling the whole time.

Cherrie just sighed tiredly and pouted at him, sniffling a little . Relaxing against his soft touch.

"No. I don't usually eat anything before a photoshoot. It's like a silent rule we're expected to follow." She muttered grumpily. Leaning against him for a moment , yawning again.

Max frowned down at her, embracing her into a quick side hug . Squeezing her shoulders gently before carefully pushing her down onto the couch, side eyeing the fluffy dog that was sniffing around his tv. Hoping that it was well trained and wouldn't go peeing around his place.

"That's stupid." Max stated bluntly as he walked into the kitchen , shaking his head to himself .

"Can't be on the front cover if you've passed out from hunger Cherrie. I'll make you a cheese bagel okay? You really shouldn't be drinking coffee on a empty stomach like this ." He scolded her lightly as he started getting out what he needed to make food.

Cherrie just smiled to herself , relaxing into the couch as she watched him do his thing. Chuckling quietly to herself as she noticed the way her daughter was impatiently stood next to him, tapping his hip repeatedly when she had enough of not getting any attention.

"Yes?" Max muttered down to star with a small smirk tugging at his lips as he heard her huff and puff. Looking down to see her glaring up at him unhappily .

"You didn't ask me if I was hungry." She stated. Unimpressed with him. He could practically hear the silent 'strike one' that she was giving him in her head.

He just chuckled , pulling out another plate "star. Are you hungry?" He asked her with a grin, playing along.

She quickly nodded her head, eyeing the cheese bagel that he had made her mum.

"Yes. Very. I want one of them!" She demanded , pointing at it hungrily.

Hearing her daughters tone, Cherrie immediately called over to her sternly "manners star!" Not even looking their way. Instead she was flicking through the channels for something to watch while she ate.

The five year old grumbled but looked up at max with a apologetic pout. "Please max." She mumbled quietly , leaning her head against his side.

Max melted, chest warming at how cute she was being. He gave the top of her head a small pat, chuckling affectionately as he quickly made her one as well. Having already planned to do so anyway .

"Table or couch?" He quietly asked her as he walked over to Cherrie, handing her the plate. Getting a pleased grin and a small 'thank you' before she quickly dug in.

"Floor." Star simply muttered as she abruptly dropped down onto the carpet in front of the tv, patting in front of her expectantly . He put down her plate In front of her, shaking his head fondly at how strange she was. Then he handed her a cartoon of orange juice as well before sitting down beside Cherrie with a content sigh.

"You're being so sweet max. I can't believe that I thought you were the biggest asshole ever." She bluntly said out loud. Vocalising her thoughts as they came. Yet again something that she didn't have. A filter.

Max looked at her with a frown "you thought I was an asshole?" He repeated. Upset that she thought that way about him at all.

She swallowed a bite of the bagel before responding , nodding her head apologetically once she noticed the sad look on his face.

"That's only because everybody said you were! You must admit, you're not exactly known for being a sweetheart." She said matter of factly , nudging his shoulder gently with her own.

He side eyed her "well neither are you." He huffed out, crossing his arms over his chest defensively.

Cherrie just chuckled and put down her plate once she was finished eating . reaching over to untug his crossed arms with a grin, shaking her head at him in amusement .

"Well. We can be assholes together then!" She joked as she ruffled his hair before getting up to her feet, eyeing the watch on her wrist with a frown.

"I've gotta get going." She told him with a disappointed sigh. Then remembering something she quickly pulled out some folded fabrics from her big bag.

Handing them to him with a smile "nearly forgot! Some pieces from my collection. You should go with the light blue linen shirt and the white linen trousers. Would really look beautiful with your eyes.." she told him honestly as she turned around and went to give her dog kisses.

Max looked down at the expensive material on his lap, smiling a little as he held a shirt up to examine it. Pulling a face of approval . Huh. Maybe linen wasn't too bad after all.

He flushed at her compliment about his eyes, watching her as she picked up her tiny dog , then bent down to give Star kisses before walking back over to him again.

"I'll try not to be too long! Ditsy here.." she placed her dog down onto his lap. Max tensing as he awkwardly looked down at the fur ball.

"-Doesn't like to be alone. She needs constant attention. Kisses and cuddles . Likes to be held like a baby.. and oh! She loves peanut butter! But only a little bit so her little tummy doesn't get bad." She made a baby voice down to ditsy , kissing it's tiny head affectionately before straightening back up with a smile.

Max was just looking up at her in disbelief "he's spoilt! Surely I don't need to hold him all the time like you do?" He said judgmentally . Gently running his fingers through its puffy fur. Eyeing the diamond studded bow on top of its head in vague amusement .

Cherrie just frowned back at him, offended . "not all the time. Just when he looks like he needs a cuddle! That's my baby max. Treat her like a princess okay?" She told him sternly . She didn't fuck about when it came to her baby... and her real one too.

Max just sighed and nodded his head, accepting the fact that he was in love with a crazy woman.

"Okay. I will. How do I know when he needs a cuddle though? Is there some sort of noise he makes or..?" He questioned her, utterly confused.

Cherrie just giggled as she made her way to the front door "you'll just look at him and know! He gives these big button eyes and sighs! I'll see you later! Love you Star! Love you ditsy!" She called out over her shoulder. The door slamming shut behind her.

Leaving max looking down at the dog in his lap with pursed lips . Ditsy wasn't even looking at him. Instead the dog jumped down off his lap and wandered off as soon as Cherrie was gone.

"Lovely. The dog hates me too." He muttered to himself as he stood up to take the now empty plates to the kitchen to clean.

He didn't hear the small pit pat of footsteps behind him, too focused on washing the plates. So he almost jumped out of his skin when he felt a little finger poke his side, hard.

"Max!" Star shouted loudly.

He jumped nearly six feet in the air, whirling around to look down at her in shock.

Eyes blown wide, startled . "Holy shit!" He exclaimed , heart racing. "Don't do that! How are you so quiet?!" He almost shouted, placing a hand over his chest as he tried to calm his poor heart down.

Star just giggled at him mischievously "why is there a cardboard cut out of mommy in your home?" She bluntly asked him. Nodding over to the cupboard that she had been looking in while his back was turned.

Max went red. Having completely forgotten about the realistic cardboard cut out of Cherrie that Lando had gotten him as a joke for his birthday. He had stuffed it away in his cupboard the very moment he knew who his new neighbour was.

He watched in mortification as Star walked over to said cupboard cut out and pulled it out again. Pursing his lips together as she stood beside the cardboard version of her mother and gave him a judgmental look.

"That-this looks a lot weirder than it actually is." He was quick to let her know.

Hands firmly pressed on his hips as he awkwardly looked between the cardboard Cherrie and her daughter in pure embarrassment . Cursing out Lando again in his head.

How did he manage to cause him bother when he wasn't even there?!

"Is it because you know that you'll never get the real thing? So you got cardboard mummy instead?" She brutally resorted back to him.

And max had to give her props for that one, he really did. That was a good one. Hurtful but good.

"Okay. Ouch. Meanie." He said while frowning down at her "and Lando got me it as a joke okay? Nothing weird about it at all." He tried to convince the both of them as he walked over to her and began to drag cardboard Cherrie back into the cupboard again.

Nope. Not weird at all! He tried to convince himself pitifully as he wrestled the cardboard version of the love of his life back into the dark cupboard. Sighing heavily to himself .

Star wouldn't stop giggling as she watched him with a toothy grin on her little face.

"It's weird that you kept it for so long ." She remarked , always wanting to get the last word in.

Max just groaned miserably "okay shut up! Miss Sassy pants!" He closed the cupboard door with a huff. Side eyeing her mischievous face warily.

She simply followed him over to the couch again, waiting for him to sit down again before Climbing up beside him. Sitting crossed legged as she looked at him square on.

There was a tense moment of silence between them , where they just stared each other down, before Star finally opened her big mouth again making him sigh quietly in defeat.

"You like my mommy." She stated bluntly . Blinking at him with her big eyes.

Max flushed red, mouth opening and closing several times before he finally managed to speak again.

“everyone likes your mommy." He resorted weakly.

The five year old just rolled her eyes at him "yeah but you like , like her. Like, you want to marry her and have a million babies!" She giggled mischievously at him. Enjoying watching him squirm.

Great. He thought miserably. He was getting shook down by a nosy five year old. How lovely.

"So what if I do?" He mumbled. Arms crossed over his chest defensively again.

Star simply shrugged her little shoulders "that's okay. But usually mommy asks me what I think of her boyfriends. And they disappear if I tell her that I don't like them." She told him matter of factly.

At that, Max side eyed her "is that a threat?" He wondered out loud in disbelief.

She just grinned at him smugly "maybe. What can you give me that I don't already Have?" She quickly got down to the bargaining part of her plan.

Meanwhile max felt like he was dreaming, or having a nightmare. Unable to believe what was happening.

He gaped at her in shock "are you blackmailing me?!" He exclaimed loudly . Eyes going wide as he looked at the little she devil in pure disbelief.

She nodded her small head proudly "yes I am." She agreed without any shame . "I'll tell mommy that I like you and that she should keep you around if you give me what I want." She told him smugly.

Max thought about it for a moment. Pursing his lips to himself in consideration. There was nothing more kn the world that he wanted than a chance with Cherrie. It was something that he had dreamed about for years. And he needed her kid to like him, knowing for a fact that if she didn't, he wouldn't stand a single chance getting past ‘hello’.

So the answer was a no Brainer really "what do you want?" He sighed out. Easily caving in.

What he would do for love...honestly. Allowing himself to be mugged by a five year old. Lando was going to laugh at him forever for this.

Star grinned happily at him, clapping her hands together excitedly. "I want a trophy! And A helmet and I want you to take me to some of your races this year." She set out her conditions firmly.

Max looked at her in disbelief "Star! I can't just take you out of the country!" He exclaimed in shock. Having expected her to ask him for a new doll or something. Not this!

She rolled her eyes at him again "you'll be with mommy by then. Duh. You can take both of us! Mommy said that she's always wanted to go to one!" She told him as though he was dumb.

Max relaxed dramatically, smiling sheepishly . "Really? Oh." He dazed out "that's great. That's really great..." he imagined himself turning up to the paddock with Cherrie on his arm, smirking to himself at the thought of all the jealous looks he would get from the other drivers. It sounded like a dream come true.

"Okay. Deal." He said abruptly. Holding out his hand for her to shake . Grinning at the triumphant look on her cute face as she firmly shook his hand with her tiny one, laughing gleeful as she jumped off the couch in seconds.

Running over to his cabinet filled with trophy's and helmets. He got up to make sure that she didn't knock them all down and hurt herself . Hovering beside her as he watched her excited eyes look through them all.

"Which one do you want?" He asked her in amusement. He had hundreds of them. He wouldn't miss one.

She pointed to a pink and green coloured helmet, then at a trophy cup from last year. "Those ones please!" She beamed happily when he carefully passed them to her. Watching her immediately sit down on the floor to examine them more closely.

Wondering silently to himself if in time he could convert her into chasing redbull as her favourite team. Then he thought about getting her into karting, in her own little race suit and had to shake his head to snap out of it.

Baby steps. He reminded himself.

"Soo.." max breathed out with a small smile on his face as he watched her marvel over the award in her hands. Feeling proud at how impressed she looked at them.

"Does this means I have your approval to date your mommy then?" He asked her hopefully.

The five year old grinned up at happily. "Yes! But not dressed like that." She looked pointedly at the clothes that her mother had gave him. A not so subtle hint for him to change into them.

Max just laughed , shaking his head in amusement as he did just that. Picking up the clothes , he sighed happily. Feeling like a weight had lifted off his chest now that he had Star on his side.

"You want cuddles baby?" He cooed down to ditsy as the dog looked up at him with big Puppy eyes, wagging his tail at him.

He was so happy that he bent down and picked the furball up, cradling ditsy in his arms like he had seen Cherrie do.

"Come on then! Let's go try on mommy's clothes huh? Then I'll get you some peanut butter like your mommy said! You're gonna love me too!" He continued to speak to the dog in a baby voice as he walked down to his room to change. Leaving Star to happily watch tv with her new helmet and trophy by her side.

He’d make that stubborn child a redbull fan in no time. Already excited at the thought of taking Cherrie and star to his races. To have them there , to celebrate with them. It was a nice enough thought to keep him going and rocket his confidence up again.

By the time that Cherrie arrived back home, it was already beginning to get dark. The photoshoot having took way longer than she expected. She cautiously walked Into Max's apartment quietly , stopping in surprise when she saw the kitchen.

The lights were dimmed and the dining table was covered with a dark blue cloth , fancy candles in the middle, and two plates of steaming spaghetti awaiting her , alongside side a bottle of expensive wine.

She felt her face soften as she came face to face with a sheepish looking max who was leaning against the counter nervously , a large bouquet of roses in his arms as he smiled shyly at her.

"Oh my god max.." she breathed out quietly in amazement. Dropping her bag in the corner as she walked closer to him, admiring what he had done.

“Is this for me?"

Max just chuckled softly as he carefully handed her the expensive flowers that he had his assistant run out to get. Him and star having sat down and come up with ideas and ways for him to woo Cherrie. The five year old firmly telling him that if he didn't buy her mommy flowers, then he didn't stand a chance with her.

And looking at the pleased and happy smile on her beautiful face as she cradled the flowers to her chest, smelling them with glossy eyes. He was so glad that he had listened to the little she devil. He reminded himself to get her all the candy in the world for this.

"No. It's for the dog." He joked chuckling "of course it's for you! I though we could.. ya know.." he nervously trailed off, motioning towards the table he had set up.

Having cooked up the spaghetti from scratch with a little help from his new best friend, the five year old strictly advising him through the recipe that she claimed her mother loved so much.

Cherrie smiled at him softly, setting the roses aside so that she could pull him into a hug. Wrapping her arms around his waist as she gave him a tight squeeze, flattered by the effort he had put in while she was gone. No one had ever done anything like this for her before.

The men she seen usually took her out to fancy restaurants, ordered salad for her and then spent the night talking about themselves and how great they were. So this thoughtfulness , was a welcomed change.

Max's breath hitched in his throat as she hugged him, resting her chin on his chest as she looked up at him with a perfect smile. He slid his arm around her back gently and held her close, breathing in the smell of her sweet perfume.

"Ask me." She whispered to him encouragingly once she noticed him struggling for words. Giving his waist a small reassuring squeeze.

He blushed darkly at how obvious his feelings were , letting out a nervous laugh as he bit down on his bottom lip . Unable to take his eyes off hers.

"Will you accept this date with me tonight Cherrie?" He breathed out anxiously , heart pounding in his chest.

She took a moment to take in his nervous face and felt her heart be filled with fondness , smiling up at him affectionately as she tapped his cheek gently with her fingers. Feeling the heat of his blush beneath her fingertips.

"Of course I will. But first.." she pulled away and looked around his apartment curiously "where is star and ditsy?" She worried.

Max nodded over to the spare bedroom "flat out. Both of them. Fell asleep while watching Nemo for the second time." He told her quietly . Having carried both star and the dog to bed as they both snored blissfully away.

Cherrie felt her chest warm at his thoughtful actions "aww. She loves that film so much. It's the only thing that is guaranteed to get her asleep. She didn't give you too much bother tonight did she?" She asked him as she took a seat at the table after he pulled out her chair for her .

Max then quickly sitting down opposite her and poured them both a glass of wine. Glancing over at her in awe, unable to believe how beautiful she really was. The candlelight's only sharpening her beauty and max could only sigh contently to himself .

"No. She er-she actually told me that she wanted to come to some of my races." He muttered as they digged into the food that he had made. Crossing his fingers and hoping that he didn't poison them both.

His face lighting up when he heard Cherrie hum in amazement as she took a bite, looking over to him with wide eyes.

"Wow max! This is so good!" She gushed taking another bite. "Well done!"

He flushed at her praise , letting out a shy chuckle as he gazed down at his plate. Chest filled with happiness and stomach filled with butterflies . He had a really good feeling about this.

"I'm not surprised. She loves watching it! I do too." She said to him honestly. Admiring how truly handsome he was. Falling in love with the softness in his eyes that was just for her , unable to look away.

Max hesitated a little before deciding just to put it out there, the worst thing she could do was say no.

"I er-you guys can come with me if you want? I can get you some passes. Some pics of Star in my car. That'd be cute. Plus I'm sure that the other drivers would love to see you." He told her quietly , knowing that to be the truth.

He wasn't the only one with a huge crush on her.

Cherries eyes lit up in excitement at the thought of getting to see max in his element. "That sounds amazing! I'll work out my schedule and let you know then!" She beamed at him "and I've met some of the drivers already. I partied with Pierre and Charles last year. I don't remember much of it but what I do Remember .." she giggled to herself "was very fun."

Max paused with his fork halfway to his mouth, looking over at her in disbelief. Having not heard about this at all.

"You've met Pierre and Charles? When?" He couldn't believe it. Lucky bastards beat him to it!

He felt his stomach twist at the thought of them both fighting over her. Having heard their dirty thoughts about Cherrie before. It was safe to say that they all wanted a piece of her.

He felt jealousy boil within, taking a deep breath and reminding himself that Cherrie was a free , beautiful woman. Free to do what and who she pleased.

The past didn't matter. He was the only one that she was here with now. Not them. Nobody else. She was in his home. Eating his food. Smiling at him.

He calmed down considerably . Smiling back at her gently .

"New Years. We bumped into eachother at a party and then we lost Pierre somewhere along the way." She told him in amusement , not noticing his jealousy at all.

"We were so drunk and somehow Charles decided that it would be a good idea to travel to Vegas on New Years eve! We landed as the fireworks went off too!" She giggled.

Max couldn't hold his brief panic in "oh my god. Please tell me there wasn't a drunk Vegas wedding!" He pleaded worriedly , crossing his fingers tightly .

Charles lusting after her was one thing, but Charles marrying the woman of Max's dream? That was another. And if he had done so, max didn't trust himself to not drive him off the track deliberately.

He was trying to be a better man. Really he was. But a man only had a limit. And his was incredible short already.

Thankfully Cherrie laughed and waved his horrifying assumptions away. "Nooooo' we were far too drunk for that! No." She shook her head in amusement , swallowing another mouthful of spaghetti. Washing it down with a large gulp of wine.

"We just got room service and ordered more champagne to our room. We ended up staying there for the whole weekend cause all the flights out were booked." She told him.

Max grimaced "surprised he didn't try to make a move on you. He had a crush on you as well." He informed her grumpily.

Cherrie just smirked over at him slyly "I didn't say that he didn't make a move. It was very obvious that he had a crush on me. Most men do." She said confidently , used to men throwing themselves at her. She enjoyed it.

If men could enjoy having a new girl every night , then why couldn't she? She liked sex just as much as the next guy. She was young , beautiful and free to fuck whoever the hell she liked. No strings attached.

That was the way of life that she had enjoyed for years now. Guys came and then went just as quickly . She didn't stay around for very long after she had gotten what she wanted . She just moved onto the next one.

But lately she had been lonely and no amount of casual sex could fix it. She missed the softness, the feeling of having somebody to fall back on. Someone to trust and love. Someone to adore.. and she missed being adored beyond lust. She missed going on dates, holding hands and giggling in bed over stupid jokes. She missed the feeling of being in love.

And as she looked across the table at max, she had a feeling then that this might be what she had been looking for , for so long now.

The answer was looking right back at her and pouting like a child .

"You hooked up with him?" He muttered through a sigh. Reading her like a book. He quickly poured himself another glass of wine as soon as he saw her casually nod her pretty head. Downing it.

Cool. That was fine. Totally okay. Charles and Cherrie had hooked up. No big deal. That was in the past. Charles wasn't the one babysitting her babies and having dinner with her , was he?

Fuck him. Max thought pettily. He never made it past the night anyways! In fact , max couldn’t wait to see his face fall with jealously when he walked down the paddock with Cherrie by his side, alongside her sassy five year old and yappy little dog.

Max was winning on the track and off it too. So take that Charles. He thought pettily to himself.

"Yeah. It was fun! Casual. I left before he woke up on the Monday though." She casually let him know. Completely Unbothered.

Max snorted, smirking a little smugly . "Got bored so quickly?" If he had Cherrie in his bed, she wouldn’t want to ever leave again. He would make sure of it.

Cherrie just giggled "a little. Not that it wasn't good sex! It was. Just ya know..wasn't feeling it long term."

Max hesitated before asking her quietly "and.. me? Are you feeling this long term? Or do I need to fly you to a weekend in Vegas before you ditch me?" He joked. His knee bouncing up and down nervously as they finished their dinner. Pushing the plates to the side carefully.

Cherrie just stood up out of her seat and rounded the table, pressing her hands down onto his shoulders , keeping him in his seat as she lowered her head down to his neck so that her lips were brushing against his ear sensually.

"Mmm depends. Can you last more than four minutes?" She whispered to him with a smirk, tilting his head back with her other hand before brushing her soft lips against his own teasingly.

Max groaned quietly , shifting in his seat as his eyes fluttered closed in bliss.

"How about five minutes?" He tried to joke back .

His breath failing him when she suddenly swung her body around to straddle his lap, her back pressed back against the table , arms around his neck as she smirked down at him like the siren that she was.

Humming teasingly as she rocked her hips Against his own subtly , dragging her fingers through his hair as she watched the colour spread up his flushed neck and to his cheeks. His Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly , his hands clutching at her hips as he gazed up at her through hooded eyes, barely breathing.

Starstruck. Lovestruck. Luststruck.. you name it. He was struck with it.

"How about the whole night , endless kisses and a promise not to leave when we're done?" She whispered back to him mischievously. Rocking her hips even harder against his lap, feeling him harden beneath her as he gasped sharply , his hips bucking up against her own desperately.

He was falling apart beneath her and she hadn't even done anything yet. She smirked smugly to herself . Pleased with how easily he reacted to her. It was a major confidence booster. That was for sure.

"Perfect. How about marriage?" He breathed out a overwhelmed laugh before finally closing the gap between them and kissing her like a man starved for air.

Clutching at her rocking hips tightly as he moaned lowly into her mouth, feeling her pull at his hair to tilt his head back, deepening the kiss and sending his eyes rolling into the back of his head as she took control .

She parted his lips gently with her tongue, his hand rubbing up and down her back as he clutched onto every single piece of her soft skin that he could reach with his hands . Heart hammering in his chest, all of his dreams finally coming true .

Christ. He felt like he was about to have a heart attack! Nobody had told him that falling in love felt like being on the edge of a permanent panic attack all the time! A heads up might have been nice!

"How about you take me out tomorrow , somewhere nice where I can dress pretty ...and you can ask me to be your girlfriend like you've always wanted to..huh?" She teased him . Pulling away so that they could both catch their breaths back .

Max just gazed up at her like a man in love, utterly wrecked from just one kiss . Shaking his head to himself in disbelief .

He then suddenly leaned forward and started kissing all over her pretty face , smacking his lips against her cheeks dramatically, then her chin, her cute little nose and beautiful eyes. Making her giggle girlishly against him, feeling his smile pressed up against her scrunched up nose as he laughed breathlessly along with her .

Holding her rosy cheeks in his hands as he pulled away , just wanting to admire her like this.

He realised then as he gazed at her soft freckles over her nose, her long lashes and buttoned nose. Pouty lips and rosy cheeks that dimpled each time she smiled. That no amount of photographs , no amount of magazine covers would ever amount to this.

She had never looked more beautiful than she did then, straddling his lap , her once perfectly curled hair now messy and hanging loose over both of their flushed faces . Her eyes shining and pouty lips bitten red, swollen from his kiss. He wanted to keep this image in his mind forever .

So he did.

Cherrie could only let out a confused giggle as she watched him pull out his phone, lean back into his chair with her still in his lap, and start taking candid photos of her as she laughed happily. Smiling down at him in amusement , rolling her eyes at him fondly .

"Are you going to become my own personal paparazzi now?" She teased him. Sticking out her tongue and crossing her eyes as he continued to snap away.

Grinning up at her happily as he chuckled, shaking his head in adoration as he looked at the screen. Admiring the photos he had taken of her. Mesmerised by her. He always had been.

"Yes. I'm coming for their jobs. You look so incredibly beautiful right now. You really do." He told her simply in pure awe. There was no denying it.

Cherrie's face softened as she turned around in his lap so that her back was against his chest, kicking up her feet on the table as she leant her head back against his shoulder. Max resting his burning cheek against the side of her head, letting her take his phone from his other hand without any complaint .

He just wrapped his arm around her neck from behind, her head resting snugly in the crook of his elbow as he kissed her brow gently. So in love that he felt it in every part of his body. Giddy with the feeling.

"You're beautiful too max." She whispered to him softly as she held up his phone in front of them, their reflection looking back at them.

And max could only look at the screen with a smile so full of disbelief , of pure love. Seeing how good they looked pressed up against each other like they did. Cherrie smiling at him softly like this was all they were meant to be.

Here. Together. He leant his head down against her own and smiled, eyes filled with tears of happiness and love as she kissed his cheek. Snapping photos of them as she did.

As max knew that he was going to have to make a separate album for the two of them. He had the most beautiful woman in the world , agreeing to be his. He wanted to remember every moment , from now to the future. He wanted it all.

So he turned his face just so and kissed her again, cradling her jaw in the palm of his hand as she snapped the picture on his phone. Before gently setting it down onto the table without ever moving away.

And all max could think was. I could get used to this.

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Making a Mess

Felix x Female reader

Word count: 2.6k (drabble)

Synopsis: You come over to help Felix bake his revenge for Seungmin and things get a little sticky.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! Okay so I don't know who wrote this.... wasn't me... nope... definitely not me...👀 BUT if you enjoy reading please do reblog, comment, like, shoot me an ask your feedback is my bread and butter! As always warnings and SMUT under the cut! 5/8

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Cursing/strong language, lots of dirty talking (again), slight voyerism, mentions of anal sex, mentions of cuckolding, mentions of three way sex, mentions of double penetration, cum eating, hair pulling, food play, protected piv sex, MC dom/Felix sub dynamic (they switch back and forth but MC is mainly dominant), pet names (mainly Felix being called angel, good boy, bad boy, etc), praise, oral (m&f receiving), begging, face riding, deep throating, breath play (kinda), slight degradation (kinda not really), I think that's all but if I missed anything (was their anything to miss lmao) please do let me know and I'll add it immediately!

You and Chan showered together, to save water, definitely not just to make out. You finally got out and when Chan saw the beads of water dripping down your body, he bent you over the bathroom counter and fucked you hard, then you both showered off again. When you got out the second time he stood behind you and started kissing your neck.

“If you keep this up you’re going to run out of hot water.” He laughed against your skin and it gave you goosebumps.

“Sorry it’s just those sweet little sounds you make kinda make me crazy.” His fingers ghosted down your side and it tickled you as he tried to bury his face into the crook of your neck. You laughed loudly and pushed him off.

“Well then add a strait jacket to your wish list psycho. I have to leave before any of the guys get home.” Chan relinquished and let you dry off while he grabbed a t-shirt and pair of shorts for you to wear home since your clothes were scraps of fabric on the workout room floor.

“Oh my fucking god the workout room.” Chan pulled you close.

“Don’t worry about that baby girl, I’ve got it, kinda my mess anyway.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you and you pinched him.

“Ow! Hey...”

“Sorry.” Chan leaned down; his nose gently rubbed against yours.

“Kiss it better.” You closed your eyes and leaned in to kiss him and he kissed you sweetly. You turned to leave and he grabbed your hand.

“Next time you wanna do pilates... definitely call me.” You nodded, both of you laughing and then he let go so you could head out.

It was the Sunday before board game night and you were over helping Felix do some baking. What was on the menu? Sweet... well salty revenge. Felix was setting up all the ingredients with a small pout on his face.

“What’s wrong Lix? This is payback you’re supposed to be enjoying it.” He let out a small sigh.

“Do we have to ruin the whole batch with salt? Can’t we do just a couple and let the other guys have the rest?” You smiled and were endeared by how sweet one man could be.

“That is a great idea Felix! They’ve defiantly earned some cookies.” You said without thinking.

“Oh? What did they do?” Your cheeks started heating up and you shrugged.

“Uh well... I mean don’t you think they have? You all work so hard.” Felix nodded in agreement.

“You’re right! Okay so only two salty cookies for Seungmin and the rest for everyone else... well Seungmin can have ONE regular cookie. Just one though.” You were completely endeared by this sweet angel of a man. You both started mixing the ingredients. You had to make both the cookie dough and icing, the icing being what you planned on salting so you didn’t throw off the cookie recipe. You put the first batch of cookies into the oven and started making the icing, you would scoop a little into a small bowl to reserve for the salty cookies. Felix was mixing the powdered sugar and milk and making more of a mess than the kitchen already was from making the dough.

“Lix sweetie you’re like a tornado, let me help mix it.” He giggled as you took over mixing the icing. He dipped his finger in some that had dripped on the counter and smeared it on the side of your cheek right by your mouth. You stuck your tongue out and licked it laughing and whining.

“Lixiiiie what part of you’re making a mess did you not understand. We gotta get these done before Seungmin gets home.” He smiled at you and watched as you mixed the icing more.

“Why are you helping me do this?” You looked over at him and smiled.

“Because Yongbokie, you’re an angel baby and no one messes with my Lixie, not even Kim Seungmin.” Felix smiled and looked down; his freckled cheeks turned pink. He swiped his finger in the bowl of icing this time and you looked at him incredulously

“y/n, I’m not always an angel you know?” You looked at him a little surprised.

“Wha-” Before you could say anything Felix swiped his finger coated in sugary icing across your lips and kissed them. He pulled away licking the remnants off his own lips and now you were blushing.

“Lixie! What’s gotten into you?” He leaned close to your ear.

“I heard you and Channie hyung.” He whispered, his voice was low and washed over you and your eyes went wide.

“Wha- but no one was here!” Felix smirked and cocked an eyebrow at you.

“I came home and grabbed dance gear after the studio. I peeked in the workout room to say hi to you and Channie hyung and all I saw was ripped up workout clothes and a puddle. You and Channie hyung were in the bathroom.” How did this keep happening to you? You were either the dumbest or luckiest woman on the planet you weren’t sure yet, maybe both. He was still standing so close to you but not touching you

“Wh-what did you hear?” Felix smiled sweetly but there was something in his eyes you had never seen before.

“I heard Chan hyung bending you over the counter and fucking you real hard.” You could feel your arousal in your panties already just from Felix’s words and the depth of his voice.

“Would you really let him?” He asked suddenly. You looked at Felix confused by his question. He got very close again, his breath fanning across your skin and his voice rumbled in your ear again.

“Would you really let him fuck your ass?” You clenched and you went wide eyed again. Chan had made mention more than once that he’d love to fuck you in the ass while he railed you in the workout room and bathroom.

“How much did you hear exactly Lixie?” He smiled and ran his fingers down your arm.

“Well I was being a little bad y/n I can’t lie. I stood out there the whole time Chan hyung was fucking you, squeezing my cock trying not to cum in my pants. I really wish I could have watched.” Your whole body was on fire and Felix had only traced his fingers along your skin and talked.

“Lix?!” He smiled.

“Does that surprise you?” You nodded.

“A little... so... you would want to watch Chan fuck me?” Felix closed his eyes and bit his lip.

“Oh fuck yes. I’d love it.” You hummed.

“And you would want to watch Channie fuck my ass?” Felix scrunched his eyes, his hand finding his cock over his sweats and squeezing.

“Oh my fucking god yes. I’d cum so hard all over myself seeing him take your asshole the first time. Would you like that? To see me make a mess of myself while Channie hung fucked your brains out.” You nodded.

“Would you lick me clean after?” You nodded again. Felix whipped his shirt off, pulled down his sweats and briefs, and stood there his firm body on display completely naked. He swipped his finger in the icing again and rubbed it down the shaft of his already throbbing cock.

“Get on your knees and show me how you’d clean me baby.” You did as Felix requested and got on your knees, his cock dripping sweet icing in front of your face. You opened your mouth and looked up at him.

“Show me and I promise I’ll be such a good boy for you.” You put your hands behind you, stuck out your tongue and started kitten licking the icing off of Felix’s dick. He gripped the base of his cock and held it steady for you.

“That’s it clean it all off.” You took Felix’s cock into your mouth and started sucking him off. His hand found your hair and pulled, the delicious sting shooting all the way to you wet cunt.

“Ffuck y/n yes! Suck it harder.” You started sucking his dick harder.

“FUCK HARDER SUCK ME HARDER PLEASE!” You started sucking on Felix’s cock so hard the tip turned angry and red.

“Oh god yes fuck yes.” Felix pulled your hair pushing you up and down his dick a few more times before pulling you off.

“Take off your clothes, lay on the floor.” You weren’t used to Felix being so assertive. You took your clothes off quickly and laid down on the floor. Felix got on his knees and spread your legs apart before reaching for a spoon, dipping it in the icing and drizzling it all over your pussy.

“You’re going to want to sit up and watch this.” You propped yourself up on your elbows and watched as Felix’s face disappeared between your legs and started cleaning the icing off you. He came up for a breath and you saw his chin coated in icing and your arousal.

“Fuuuck Lixie, you look so pretty covered in my juices, be a good boy and clean me up good.” He dove back in slurping, drooling, and eating you out as if he was starving for you.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum Felix!” The lowest growl you had ever heard rumbled from Felix’s chest and he doubled his efforts, making an absolute mess while he devoured your cunt and sent you teetering over the edge. You came hard and grinded your hips into Felix’s face riding it as your hands found his fluffy blonde hair and shoved him further into your pussy.

“GOD YES LIXIE GOOD BOY! SWEET ANGEL FUCKING EAT MY PUSSY BABY!” Felix slurped and pull off you when your back finally stopped arching and hit the ground again. Felix sat up between your legs, sweet eyes looking down at you as you tried to catch your breath.

“Can I fuck you?” You looked up at him and smiled. You sat up and pushed him to sit with his back against the cabinets.

“You just wait right there angel I’ll be right back.” You ran butt ass naked through the apartment and into Minho’s room. You knew he kept condoms in his bedside drawer. You quickly grabbed one and ran back to Felix. When you got to the kitchen you saw him sitting there legs stretched out, tugging on his leaking cock.

“You want my pussy baby?” Felix looked up at you with those angel eyes of his nodding.

“I do, please fuck me, use my cock however you want just please FUCK ME!” You knelt in front of him and took his dick from his hand. You ripped open the condom and rolled it down his cock slowly, he bit his lip and moaned as you did then you straddled Felix’s lap, lined his cock up with your slick cunt and sank down onto him.

“OH FUCK Y/N!” You cooed at him.

“Mmm I know! Lixie baby you feel so good inside me.” He groaned and grabbed a hold of your hips. You rolled them forward grinding on his cock and his hold tightened.

“Yes so fucking tight! How are you this tight after Channie hyung pounded your little cunt hmm?” You moaned and started bouncing on Felix’s cock as you played with your nipples pinching and tugging them. Felix grabbed the bowl of icing and dumped almost all of it all over your tits. The icing dripping down your body. Felix pulled you close and started to lick and clean all the sticky liquid off your breasts, sucking hard on your nipples. He popped off with icing coating his face. You cupped his cheeks and licked icing off his face before shoving your tongue in his mouth. Your warm wet walls hugged him so tightly he pulled away cussing.

“Fuck! Yes! I’m such a bad boy y/n. I wanna see Chan hyung take your asshole so bad, you’d let me fuck your tight pussy while he filled your ass? Hmm?” You clenched so hard around Felix’s cock he couldn’t help the whimper that came out of him.

“God you are a bad boy Lixie! I’d still let my sweet angel fill my cunt while Channie took my ass!” Felix aided you as you continued bouncing up and down, your slick pussy slapping into his lap over and over.

“Fuck you’re so wet! Thinking of me and Chan hyung fucking both your holes gets you this wet?” You could feel your orgasm fast approaching. You held onto Felix’s shoulders and started riding him like a fucking porn star. You didn’t know what came over you but words just started coming from your mouth as you climbed closer and closer to your climax.

“FUCK! Beg me angel! Let me hear you loud and clear!” You and Felix were both sweating, icing covering your bodies, wet and sticky.

“Please y/n PLEASE let me watch Channie hyung fuck your ass!” You continued bouncing on his cock, your pussy squelching every time. You started rubbing your clit hard.

“Oh angel you can do better than that! Come on, be a good boy and beg me to let you watch Channie destroy my ass! Beg me to let you eat his cum from me while I suck his cock. BEG ME TO LET YOU CUM DOWN MY THROAT ANGEL FUCK!”

“OH PLEASE PLEASE GOD YES Y/N PLEASE LET ME WATCH HIM FILL YOUR ASS I PROMISE TO BE A GOOD BOY I’LL BE A GOOD BOY AND CLEAN IT ALL UP JUST LET ME WATCH FUCK!” Your cunt was a vice grip as you came hard on Felix’s cock, you could feel your arousal gushing from you. You bounced and the wet sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. You were grinding in Felix’s lap as you came down. You leaned forward cooing in his ear. He had tears in his eyes.

“Aww good boy, my sweet sweet Yongbokie. Are you gonna blow for me? Hm?” Felix nodded quickly.

“You were such a good boy, you sounded so sweet begging like that. Now angel, do you want to cum down my throat?” Felix’s eyes went wide.

“Can I!? Oh god please can I cum in your mouth.” You nodded and lifted up letting Felix’s cock slide out of you and slap against his abs.

“Stand up for me baby.” Felix did as you asked immedeitly. You rolled the condom off his dick.

“Okay angel now fuck my mouth and cum down my throat. You earned it baby.” You swallowed Felix’s whole cock at once.

“OOOohhh ffuuuuck!” Felix leaned over pushing your face into his pubic muscle and holding you down as he thrusted into your throat making you gag, choke, and drool. He pulled you off and you stroked him so hard you would think it would hurt but Felix loved it.

“That’s it angel that’s it, lose it for me, blow for me.” He shoved you back on his cock and pushed your head down all the way again.

“I’m go-gonna cum y/n fuck! I’m gonna.” The head of his cock twitched at the back of your throat and Felix’s salty cum mixed with the sweet icing filled your mouth. Felix pulled your hair pulling you off his cock and then smoothed it down gently. You looked up at him a whole mess, fucked out, covered in spit, cum, and icing then you opened your mouth and showed Felix his load of cum, you swallowed and stuck out your tongue licking off any remnants of his seed and icing from around your mouth.

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[🐯] drop dead silence

✿ pairing: beomgyu x reader / idol!txt / non.idol!you / fluff / 3,370 words / reader calls beomgyu ‘beomie’, yeonjun ‘jun’ / a sprinkle of curse words here and there, sexual implications at the end but nothing explicit! ✿ in which the boys are the ones on your side after beomgyu promises not to scream into the night because you needed to get things done (and yes, he persuaded you to be at the dorm so you can kind of see where this all started...) ✿ lmao idk what this is but it just popped into my mind and i can’t get it out until i write it so here it is (?) [masterlist 🌸]

the night at the boys’ dorm was usually peaceful... for the most part. sometimes (oftentimes–too many damned times, yeonjun sighs) it gets a little wild when beomgyu decides to play his computer games and nearly wake up the whole damned neighbourhood. heck, might as well throw in the whole country for good measure.

tonight, however, he said he’ll be good. he’ll do his best not to make it too noisy because, well, that’s what came with the terms and conditions when he asked you to stay over for the night.

i... i really need to get this done, beomie. i wouldn’t want you to stop playing your games so–

i’ll be quiet! swear! on my life!

choi beomgyu should be dead then.

you were being tolerant, you really, really were... but nothing was making sense in your mind when you tried to focus. it’s just paperwork but god, it’s the fact that it was paperwork that made you need the peace and quiet so you can get it all done in one go. it would’ve made more sense for you to just stay home but with the way he added a laundry list of reasons why you should stay the night made it all the more reasonable to come over and spend the night.

the plan after you were done with what you had to do was to spend time with him, maybe watch a movie in his room, put it on the computer screen and laze on the bed. but as of now... you were far from being done because you can’t focus with the screaming and yells that soon transpire that beomgyu seems to have forgotten about it.

that gets you to pack up your things and in the midst of him getting into the next round, you manage to slip out of his room without a trace. all you have was the files and a couple of stationeries you could muster up together. peeking to the living room, you notice that taehyun’s playing games with kai, much more civil than the mess of an alarm going off in beomgyu’s room.

at the slight sound of the door, taehyun glances over his shoulder and already sighs, shaking his head. “already?”

kai tears his gaze from the screen in front of him, turning to the side to–”ah, that stupid butthead.”

“d’you wanna do your work out here?” taehyun offers, tapping on the coffee table. the only reason why he doesn’t offer his room with kai is because let’s just say, they recently tried to do some spring cleaning, only to leave everything everywhere. kai tries to lower down the sounds from the game so you two could converse properly, only to slip and–”yah! turn it down!” taehyun smacks kai’s shoulder, to which the latter winces and–”i’m trying!”

“i’ll go to soobin or jun’s room!” you manage to speak over the noise, and while kai’s still trying his best to lower down the noise, taehyun lifts up an ‘o.k.’ sign, “okay!”

as you pad down the hall, you notice that it’s quiet in both yeonjun and soobin’s room. standing between both of their doors, you decide to lift a hand to yeonjun’s room, well-aware that he would be listening to music most of the time, so it would be like you’re not even there. soobin’s mentioned he practices his lines or his singing at times, so you wouldn’t want to get in the way of that.

two knocks, but it goes unheard. you decide to twist the door open and poke your head through, trying your best to capture his attention as he lays on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

he notices you and sits up, pushing his headphones off, eyes widening a little, “sorry. yes?”

“could i do my work here? beomie’s a little...” you do a sign next to your head, a gesture, and yeonjun offers you empathy at the sight of the files in your hands. he nods and motions you to–”of course. come in.”

with a grateful sigh, you step in and close the door but as the door clicks shut, you look to yeonjun who’s raising a brow at you, but he’s comfortable to have your company.

“can i lock the door?” you ask, and he shrugs, “whatever.” then he’s curious, “why though?”

“so that piece of shit can’t just come in whenever he wants... maybe get him to tone it down a little so he remembers next time...”

yeonjun knews–freaking knew–he vibes with you all along. not only did he ever think this day would come, but if you–oh goodness you–could be one of his weapons to get some peace and quiet in this damned house and yes, a thousand times yes. he’s seen the way beomgyu would immediately cave at your fingertips, all because he’s well-aware of how much beomgyu truly loves you. it’s a cruel world, baby, and you’ve gotta learn how to live in it. his face morphs into one that painstakingly went through countless of nights of blasting music so he can sleep to drown out the sound of beomgyu’s voice and he immediately agrees. “lock the shit out of that door.”

as you turn the lock on the door, you then make your way to his desk originally, but then he pats the end of his bed and tosses a pillow for you to sit on the floor with. you scoff and put the files on the end of his bed, “thanks.”

he shakes his head, “don’t mention it.”

his gesture is kind, thoughtful, to say the least. you’ve mentioned a couple of times that you enjoy sitting on the floor compared to by a desk sometimes and it seems like he remembers. plus, he can’t be bothered to clear up his desk, so it’s a win-win solution.

it’s peace and quiet as yeonjun puts in one side of his earphones and the other left vacant for small talk here and there. nothing substantial, just the usual practice going okay? yeah, not too bad. beomgyu being a menace? if he wasn’t, something would definitely be wrong. then it trails to the deeper side of the conversation where it consists of ever thought what it would be if you weren’t an idol? dunno, maybe a model? could i even pass as a model? have you looked at yourself, jun? a freaking greek god, if you asked me. ah, this is why you’re my fave.

you’ve managed to scrape by and finish whatever you needed, closing the last file and flopping onto the floor after that. yeonjun chuckles, taking his earphone off entirely and putting it by his side, folding his arms as he sees a part of your head from where he was and where you were.

“gonna go back to his room now?”

“dunno, maybe only when he notices–”you’re interrupted when you hear a door opening and then beomgyu’s voice bellows–”y/n!!!”

with a deep sigh, you put one foot up on yeonjun’s bed, “can i ever, ever catch a break?”

yeonjun laughs, “you’re the one who decided to get together with him. it was your choice.”

“yeah, if only he’d shut up once in a while...”

“you don’t mean that.”

“yeah, i don’t. but i do when i had a stack of paperwork to finish and he’d promise he’d be quiet.” you move your foot from his bed to sit up, now hair disheveled, but you don’t care, “hell, he’s the one who asked me to come over! swore it on his life he’d be quiet. well, guess he can drop dead now, no?”

yeonjun chuckles out of pity, because he knows the feeling all too well. so all he can do do is let out a deep breath and extend his arm out to you for a high five, “i’m so sorry, poor soldier.”

you return his high five with the same time of voice, “you too, comrade.”

it’s a couple of seconds after the little facade that you two break out into a laugh. it’s... nice, being able to relate with someone who knows what beomgyu’s love language tends to be. sure, he can be loud and outright annoying at times, but it just shows he cares. lights up the world the same way he wants people to enjoy life; not take it too seriously, but there’s a time and place for everything and he knows it.

as you two sink in the silence momentarily, it’s short-lived when there’s banging on yeonjun’s door. you two give each other look as if you two share the same sentiment: we knew this was gonna happen sooner or later.

“hyung!!!” three bangs to the door.

“yeonjun-hyung!!!” beomgyu yells, still tapping on the door, frantic, smaller movements.

“what, you brat?!” yeonjun screams back from the bed, unmoving.

“i know y/n’s in there! let me in!” there’s a couple more bangs, then the door handle jiggles because he’s trying to get in but to no avail.

all yeonjun does is look to you because this is your battle than it is his. sighing, you crawl towards the door and tap on the lower half, because that’s where you were. at the sound of a tap, it gets beomgyu to quiet down.

it’s quiet, so quiet that–

“yah, choi beomgyu!” you raise your voice, and it falls dead silent on the other end. not even the sounds of taehyun and kai’s game could mask the quietness that soon falls–because it’s turned off. it’s the first time you’re yelling and honestly, none of them had expected this to happen–but they did at the same time given beomgyu’s frequency of... volume.

“you said you’d keep quiet when i come over to do my work, and you’re doing nothing but yelling like a banshee!” you hit the door, “it’s midnight. midnight, you monster!”

you hear his whines next to the door, then a couple of thumps as he’s knocking his head on it, “i’m sorry... please come out? come out so i can make it up to you...”

you fold your arms in front of your chest as you sit cross-legged in front of the door. you look over to your shoulder to see yeonjun gagging at beomgyu’s way of softening up to you, but then reality sinks in his bones and he mouths wait, just wait and see what he says next. don’t give in yet!

so you keep silent and there’s a couple more whines, mixed with groans of being upset and then he chooses to speak again.

“i’m sorry... i’ll... i’ll do better. please? please come out, i miss you...”

you’re about to open the door, hand to the handle but yeonjun–”don’t! c’mon, make him work for it.” yeonjun half-whispers, half-yells, only audible for you to make up the words but beomgyu could hear yeonjun’s voice.

“yah! hyung! stay out of it!” beomgyu nudges against the door and it makes you scoff a laugh. you look at yeonjun and he nods, as if he’s giving you the green light to go on, just say what you want. you deserve to voice out what you want just as much as beomgyu screams it at the top of his lungs.

with a deep breath, you shakily exhale and turn to face the door.

“choi beomgyu,” you knock on the door to get his attention, but he hates how you’re not calling him what you usually do.

“hey...” he whines, tapping the door lightly, “don’t call me that...”

“choi beomgyu!” you don’t know where the surge of energy comes from, but you’re yelling his full name, the pitch of your voice higher and louder than usual that soobin (because beomgyu barged into soobin’s room thinking you’d be in there so in the end he comes out of his room and hurdles in the living room with the two youngest), taehyun and kai peeking from the living room is lowkey afraid, but also impress that oh my god, the day has come. someone can actually tame choi beomgyu, the self-proclaimed tiger himself.

“...yes?” he answers meekly, cheek pressed to the door.

“promise me that if i ask you to be quiet, you’ll be quiet.” with a bated breath, you continue, “and if you don’t, i’m not going to one of the guys room next time, i’m going home.”

you hear him gasping, then he tries to muster a response, “b-but, what if, i mean...”

unmoving, you keep your arms crossed in front of your chest, almost puffing it out as you stood your ground (or sat). you hear yeonjun clapping softly, his whisper that follows, good. good good good. great job, y/n! you reach out to give him a fist bump that he returns enthusiastically.

even though it’s only been a minute or so, it feels like forever given the high tension. it soon calms when beomgyu taps on the door with his finger, “i promise. pinky promise. come out now, please?”

“pinky promise, first.” you say, rising from where you are and making moves to unlock the door. beomgyu quickly rises to his feet, expectant to lock pinkies with the first hand he sees that pops through the gap. when he gives it a tug, he huffs when–”yah! yeonjun-hyung!!!”

“go, go, go!” yeonjun eggs you on to slip past the two of them, files and stationeries forgotten to be damned as you effortlessly get past. yeonjun has beomgyu in a chokehold as he scrambles to get free, wiggling his arms at the direction you left.

“here, here!” kai motions for you to soobin’s room, and all three of them (the spectators watching out in the living room earlier) rush to follow suit to slam the door and lock it. it’s all fun and games, hushed giggles and cheeky remarks being made until beomgyu threatens and most certainly will scream at the top of his lungs that someone kidnapped his partner and he’s about to cause a scene to the point neighbours would report to the police.

horror fills everyone’s system at the thought and even yeonjun’s a little wary with: “g-guys... guys!”

the door to soobin’s room clicks and it creaks open. yeonjun still struggles to hold beomgyu in place, resorting to sit on top of him in front of soobin’s door. the two of them look up to you stepping through, soobin, kai and taehyun lingering behind you as you decide okay, fine, enough of torturing for one night.

at the sight of you, the boys watch as beomgyu’s demeanour changes when you crouch in front of him and put your pinky out. despite the fact that yeonjun is still sitting on him, he giddily reaches out to lock pinkies with you and then he starts to whine, “come back to my room, please?”

“fine, you big baby. but i meant what i said, and there are four witnesses here that saw you making that promise.”

he nods frantically, still hooking his pinky onto yours, “promise! promise, promise, promise.”

“get–get off me, hyung!” beomgyu grunts, still unable to get up. yeonjun looks to you with a small pout, and you chuckle, patting his shoulder as a sign to yeah, let him go.

“unbelievable,” yeonjun mutters under his breath, getting off beomgyu so you can pull him up. on his feet, beomgyu scrambles to retrieve your things from yeonjun’s room as you slowly walk towards beomgyu’s room. you wave the boys goodnight and beomgyu pokes his tongue at yeonjun (and tosses a smug grin at the rest of them) before he disappears back to his room with you.

the door then clicks to a lock, and the boys want no part of it.

“y’all have your headphones, right?” yeonjun asks, standing by the frame of his door, “yep.” the rest of them answer, returning back to their rooms and refusing to chance on whether they might accidentally hear shouts or screams that are not in the usual realm of beomgyu’s voice range.

...

despite their corrupted thoughts (which might’ve been correct on other days but today... well maybe not yet), the silence could truly not get any quieter than this. when beomgyu’s putting your things onto his table along with your stationeries, you’ve crawled onto the bed. just as he turns around and catches you, he has a frown on his face, a soft sound of disapproval coming out of his lips as he quickly crawls after you before you can hide yourself under the blanket.

he’s managed to pull you out and he makes you situate between his legs; lights switched off, in the dark, apart from the moonlight casting from the window and the dim glow of his computer screen. he has his back leaning on the headrest and you against his chest, arms circling around you as he buries his face in your neck, squeezing you.

“i’m sorry... the game got the best of me and i... i just forgot.” he murmurs to your skin, but he’s certain you can hear every word. he presses a kiss to your neck, then one by the side of your ear, “i’m sorry.”

“i won’t play games when you need me to be quiet,” he says, like a promise (because it was), but there’s this tone of sincerity and honesty that makes you smile a little even though he can’t see it.

“i’m sorry, please forgive me?” he kisses the side of your head, “please?” he kisses the same spot again, finding ways to warm up to you and it’s working. you start to giggle and he finds this as a clear way in. he grins and starts to pepper your face with kisses, making you squeal as you fall to the bed and he rolls you over until you’re under him, legs tangled, breaths heavily heaving together he gazes down on you.

your hands trail up to his shoulders, one remaining there as the other threads through his hair. as you play with the strands of his hair, he keeps one arm around you as the other holds himself up on his elbow with his hand within reach to cup your cheek.

“still not gonna answer me, pretty thing?” he pouts a little, causing you to chuckle as your hand now moves to pillow against his cheek, that he very much willingly nuzzles into.

“yeah, yeah. you’re forgiven. as long as you keep to your promise.”

he nods into your touch, “mhm, yes. i will.”

“good,”

“good.”

beomgyu then turns his head, as if he’s surveying the condition outside of his room and notices how... oddly quiet it is. a smile finds its way to his lips and then his eyes crinkle at how much he’s smiling at you. you’re not fazed by it, and instead coax him to reveal to you what’s going on in that mind of his (because truly, no one can understand what’s going on, not even himself).

“what is it, handsome?”

“wanna make it up to you,” he says, leaning in and lightly brushing his nose over yours, lips merely an inch apart, “wanna make you feel good.”

“now?” your head tilts a little, eyes widening, but you’re not totally opposed by it. “with all the boys home?”

“that’s never stopped us before,” he grins, “besides, i did mean it when i say i miss you...”

“did you mean it when you said you were sorry?”

“of course,” he sounds offended, but you’re quick to shut up when he starts to shift down on your body, “which is why i’m gonna show you how sorry i am.”

you feel yourself clenching at the thought and your hands situate beside your body, elbows pushing yourself up to see how beomgyu continues to find his way between your legs. when he looks up and sees you’re staring, he smirks, “maybe now it’s your turn to scream, baby.”

...

((spoiler: you didn’t, but beomgyu most certainly kept trying. didn’t know which was hotter, the fact that you were trying hard not to make any sounds by thrashing about, burying your face in the mattress, or that you would resort to kissing him to moan against his lips. regardless, he’ll gladly take either one as long as he has you close to him.))

#txt scenarios #txt x you #beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu x you #beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu

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galedekkarios · 7 months ago

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male oc (tav, durge) x gale fic rec list! ✨

in no particular order + heed the tags, ratings, and warnings before reading!

Beneath the read-more you'll find 40 recommendations with their summaries attached. Enjoy!

Anxiousscrambles' entire BG3 collection (17 Works).

You'll find lots of Gale x Durge, featuring Dreuer, a middle aged tiefling warlock (who I love so much). They've written about Gale and Dreuer's journey from the beginning to the end of the game, as well as their life after (and a little of Dreuer's life before, too). Both characters grow and develop across each fic, both as individuals and partners, and it's just so lovely to witness them both being written with such care. There's a bit of everything, too, when it comes to content.

the night so black that the darkness hummed by persephoning

Kidnapped on his way to Waterdeep, elven bard Ruadhán Riddon wakes up with a blinding headache, an illithid tadpole in his eye, and no clear way out of either mess. To his dismay, the magnitude of the situation only grows worse by the hour, but there's more good hidden beneath the darkness than he expects.

Ship to Wreck by Snailsnol

“Teach them spell shield, first.” Anyir instructs as he limps back to his desk. “Yes, but my issue is how. I can’t simply tell them to cast Spell Shield while I throw a fireball at them.” Anyir sighs like that’s a great disappointment. “And additionally, you are a proficient martial fighter, the throbbing of my thigh is proof of that and I cannot teach them any of the skills you or your siblings share.” “Oh-khay. Explain Spell Shield me like you would your students.” Anyir says, scooting his chair up next to Gale’s. He barely resists the urge to bump their knees together. “Speak, magician.” ----- After defeating the Absolute, Gale finds himself alone in his tower again despite extending a hasty invitation to the artificer, Anyir. He desperately tries to shove the disappointment from his mind and bury himself in teaching his students, but his fool heart clings to it like a web. Until one day he is no longer alone and realizes existing is much different when you aren't the only one doing it.

you say love, i believe it to the bone by alliancedogtags

"Gale," the paladin finally spoke, voice quiet under the crackle of the fire pit and the breeze in the trees around them. "Surely you know that with or without your magic, you are still an incredible man?" Gale couldn't answer that. He tried, mouth opening, but no words came out of it. His usual charm of words, the security blanket of knowledge, the comfort of a conversation's upper hand. There was nothing. Not when they were alone. Not when Mylo looked at him like that. his finger traced the muted purple line down the side of his neck. "Gale," Mylo repeated again, softer this time, and something laced his words. Not just something, no - a certain sadness that escaped in the pitch of his voice. Not even pity. Sympathy. "Great Gods, Gale. If only you could see yourself the way that I do."

Sage and Lavender (Series) by TheMoYouKnow

Evander: 42, Half Wood-Elf Ranger. Hails from the area just outside Baldur’s Gate. Gale: 38 (probably), Human Wizard. Famously from Waterdeep. One shot pieces written at random for different points in their timeline, but the series will always be reordered chronologically after a new piece is posted.

Gale & Devour (4 Works) by CaptainNautical.

The link features four fics for Gale x Devour, a Dragonborn fighter. Devour is a beautiful character, and his relationship with Gale is so tender and touching in every fic.

Ironfire by scarvenrot

But beneath Gale’s hands, and in his arms, the withering ache of muscle turned from burden to gift, because it called such a fount of affection out of him. Every stroke of his fingertips, each careful brush of lips against flesh was a balm against burns, ice to swollen bruises, warmth to the joint. Krull didn’t have the right words for it all. You make me feel strong, was all he could say. Stronger than I ever have. Was this how his mother had felt, Krull wondered, when she had come across that bumbling, balding man and his goat farm besieged by goblins all those years ago? Did he unwittingly charm her with his earnest humanity, his love for his little home and his modest life, his empathy for livestock that ran so deep that he called them his family? Krull had never asked, and he didn’t know. But he imagined it must have been so. That it was written in his blood for him to love a human being so fully, so simply, for every fragile piece of who that person was. *** A half-orc barbarian and a human wizard fall in love.

gale gets good dick anthology (Series) by auriadne

maybe a joke, maybe not. mostly home to m!durge/gale fic. (op chiming in to say that this is some extremely delicious well-written smut, just in case the "maybe a joke" bit threw you off!)

Taste You On My Lips by Djarfskald

Gale had only intended to impress Tristan with a bit of magic and show him how it felt to touch the weave in the ways he did. What Gale hadn't expected was what the tiefling showed him when they shared that moment. All Gale could think about was seeing more, and it turns his already interesting predicament into something wildly unexpected.

Under the Stars, in Your Arms by weenietime

Gale had never been sure that scales would be a feeling he'd yearn for, but now he was finding himself bubbling with desire to run his hands along the textured skin below him. The warm surface was rough against Gale's softer skin, his human form pressed against the chest of a Dragonborn. He didn't have to imagine Altid underneath him anymore, because he was actually here; his hands gently grasping Gale's clothed love handles as he laid beneath him, warm breath tickling Gale's neck. (Aka me needing to write my first Tav and Gale makin' love underneath the stars)

Devour by Sylpherna

Gale contemplates the destiny Mystra had ordained, while Estevan begs him not to follow through. They fight, and then they fuck about it.

Skornweave (Series) by BoilingHeart

A cleric of Ilmater with a dark past falls for the wizard of Waterdeep. Both find in each other not just a new meaning of life, but the meaning of love and passion.

Shelter (Series) by Iselea

A series about my dragonborn Tav and Gale of Waterdeep. Hailing from Alaghôn, the capital city of Turmish, Tavraskirno Marivaldi is a dragonborn who ventured far into the Sword Coast to visit his adopted human sister who had settled into Baldur's Gate, only to wake up in the nautiloid with a tadpole in his head.

let it bleed through my fingers, a treasure in my hands by blazeofglory

Gale tosses his head to the side, practically writhing on the bedroll, and River spies a glint of silver, almost lost amongst Gale’s lovely brown hair. His earring. Mystra’s symbol. River cannot abide by Mystra's mark on something that belongs to him.

Magic of a Different Kind by Girlfoxgirl

My Githyanki Tav Genos and Gale share an intimate evening sometime following their first experience in the Weave. Character development and smut.

Cooking Time by Tal_Art (Tal_Monarch)

Gale panics when he sees smoke coming from the tower only to find Tav has attempted to cook.

My Hand That Will Not Harm You by goddessofcheese

The tent fell quiet again as he moved his attentions over to the other hand. The worries he’d dredged up wouldn’t quite leave but he found them easy to drown out by focusing on Gale’s high knuckles. His pulse, steady and strong beneath his grip. The fastidious cleanliness of his fingernails. Every so often he looked up, to make sure he wasn’t pushing too much into the mystery pain of what the wizard had to live with, but was glad to only see him with his eyes closed for the most part, fully absorbed in the relief. Pride flitted into Zen’s chest at being able to give that to him. Pride and… something else. Something… now altogether unfamiliar. He wanted more. ----- Alternatively, Gale finally accepts some help with the pain.

Wizards and Evil Lizards by SunflowerRose22

On a whim, the Dark Urge sneaks into Gale's tent one night. He's been craving the wizard for quite some time now and has decided to make Gale his.

Crow and Seagull by Subaruchan192

After two weeks at sea, Gale and Karasu finally arrive in Waterdeep. Both are looking forward to finally starting a new chapter in their lives together.

Want is a Four Letter Word by Saccharine_smiles

“Why did you–ugh–you confounding man!” The fear is evident in his voice and his fingers shake from where they begin the incantations of healing he knows. His eyes squint in agony at seeing Tav bloodied and beaten beneath him and he swallows the cry that claws at his throat knowing that this was his fault. “I like it when you use big words,” Tav says, head lolling onto one shoulder as the warm, soothing feeling of Gale’s magic overtakes him. It is the softest touch he’s had since the last time Gale had reached out to him with kindness. He is still not used to it.

I Want To Hurt You (I Want To Love You) by Brittany_Hamato

“I want to hurt you,” Tav’s voice rumbled from his chest, making Gale’s muscles quake and his chest tighten. “Excuse me?” “With your permission, I want to break you. I want to take you apart, piece by piece, and take everything you have to give, then take just a bit more.” Tav sat closer, his hand trailing across Gale’s shoulder blades, sending trails of electricity over his skin. “Please, gods” Gale choked on the aborted noise, it wasn’t quite a word, but Tav heard him anyway. Tav moved in closer, pressing his lips to Gale’s pulse as he nearly whispered his desires. His hands wandered lower, one supporting his back while the other tangled in his folded hands. “Your goddess can’t protect you from me,” Tav snarled, teeth pulling threateningly at his earring before continuing back down his neck, “and my god wouldn’t take away my toy.”

Forward, This Book is Dedicated To, Epilogue by upwards_descent

Gale is a disgraced and somewhat washed-up professor at the local prestigious college when he crosses paths with a handsome stranger at the library. Would this be the romance he needed to fix the hole in his heart, or was he just needlessly putting his own soul on the line once more?

fall away by whenwindwhispers

The Shadowlands have made our beloved party gloomy. Some members are becoming irritated by the smallest of things. For Gale, he is drawing the line at dirtying his favorite robes any further, and Whisper has the perfect solution: why not carry him? In short: Gale discovers he really likes being carried by Whisper.

Gum on your shoe (Series) by Lintu

1: Gum thought he'd been cursed to face the worst scenario taught to him by his people. Perhaps maybe a ghaik tadpole was the ticket he needed to see the world. Small segments of my tav, Gum, exploring Faerun and bonding with his new found companions. 2: "Wow. That's some sleight of tongue. Never seen that before." Gale watched as Gum stood, stolen ring in hand. "I have," Karlach replied. "But that's another story for another time." 3: Gale was left drowning in misery, the egg he intended to fry for breakfast past burnt and stuck to his pan. The very knowledge that he had turned Gum down, pushed him into the spawns arms, made Gale want to scream. --- Gale and Gum navigate both tadpole removal, abolishing the absolute, and their relationship.

My Many Tavs (Series) by upwards_descent

1: A series of snippets revolving around my Tav (Cairros Elrûn, a woodland elf Evocation Wizard) and his lover, Gale. Hella gay, super cute, with some bits of backstory for my boy sprinkled in. 2: Another series of snippets, this time featuring Gale and my other Tav, Rizal Aganaad the swashbuckling elder tiefling bard. A bit more angsty, a bit more kinky, just as fun! 3: A third collection of snippets romancing Gale, now with added Dark Urges! Featuring Autumn A. Augustus, soon-to-be redeemed human Great Old One warlock

A Talk About Control... by Faetality

Gale wants to talk about his pursuit of a certain artifact. Kai’chrell finds himself less than enthused with the idea and the urge… well. It raises its head at the worst of times.

You are Beautiful, Like I've Never Seen by Eternal_Starr

“You’re worth something to me…” He promises. “Worth a lot to me. And you are important in this world, even if you don’t feel it…” He watches as tears begin to swell in Gale’s eyes before he blinks hard to push them back down. He turns to meet Altair’s gaze, a warmth glowing inside them. Silence creeps in again. Neither of them dare to break it. ----------- Gale feels his death will make his life worth something. Altair claims he's worth something now.

Gale's Folly by arcanewriter

“Another night, I want to show you my home. Waterdeep. Tonight .. can you just hold me?”

Well Rested by Lintu

The gang gets to Baldur's Gate and stays a night at the Elfsong.

don't accuse me of accusing you by sertuna

Elminster delivers a message from Mystra. Callesian gives his opinion on the matter. “If you have something on your mind, I'd surely like to hear it,” Gale spoke at last as they locked eyes. He paused in response, leaving Gale to witness the gears turning in his mind as he formulated a response. Every feeling that had been stirring within him that evening threatened to bubble over the edge. Callesian knew if he let out even an ounce there would be no slowing down. For all the good rapidly escalating emotions did a barbarian in combat, it wasn’t a conduit for rational discussions. At last, he settled on what to say. “No, I don't think you would.”

Silly, Silly Tav, Or: Gale Gets Buttfucked Through The Portal by faeblesmith

“It seems… unstable, somehow. Normally, magic this old is the most stable sort, with decades, centuries, even millennia of support. There must be something very powerful behind this mass of sparks. Just as Tav gets within arm’s reach, someone half falls from the portal. Ass first. Bare ass first. “Hello? A hand? Anyone?” Tav stares at the ass, unable to even think for a moment, let alone move to do anything about some man’s bare ass (and legs, quite a nice set of ass and legs at that) jutting out from… the sheer rock face on the side of a hill.”

The Stars Can't Compare by Brittany_Hamato

He wants to forget his goddess and Eliminster's words. Instead of worrying about the orb, or the decisions left on his shoulders, Gale wants to just spend a night watching the stars. Tav decides to distract him. Gale is definitely distracted and certainly not complaining.

Roar of a bear by Subaruchan192

Gale is awestruck the first time Karasu turns into a bear and due to this distraction, gets hurt. The bear gets feral and afterwards they share a moment of tenderness and maybe flirting- or whatever these idiots understand by flirting.

wordlessly and entirely by reddragoncrush

The hungers in Gale never quite died, but sometimes they were silenced. Or, perhaps, more interestingly, he hadn't done what he needed to sate them.

Even in Darkness by PerditionLaFey

Post- game end, Male Tav was injured and has lost their sight, maybe for good. Gale comes along to provide some much-needed comfort.

shake like the bough of a willow tree by deathishauntedbyhumans

They never last long like this, either of them. The few times they’ve made love directly after fighting something that has made an honest attempt to kill them have always been hot and dirty and rather to the point. Tav doesn’t mind, though— there have been other moments, other times where their lovemaking has lasted much longer, been much sweeter. This is different. This is… stimulation, for the sake of stimulation.

an incantation of tongue by sanquines (wraithes)

Gale's desires are a well untapped, the cool waters of his mind plagued with wanton ripples. In attempt to free himself of one man, he finds himself with two — a challenge even the prodigy struggles to wrap his mind and mouth around.

an abundance of moments by floralprintshark

Gale struggles with his feelings for Tav and talks to pretty much everyone about this except to Tav. (Tav called Suvi, they're a Tiefling bard with the urchin background)

Counting Sheep by Nightwang

“That’s not what I meant. I was thinking more of turning that big, beautiful brain of yours off.” “Oh really? Well now this I’d like to see. What great plan do you have, oh fearless leader? A sleep potion? Perhaps a nice chair to the head?” For the prompt Gale/Any - Cockwarming on the Baldur’s Gate Kink Meme

God of Ambivalence by SpaceMonkeySalsa

A tiefling Artificer trying to carve a new path for himself splits a large stone on a beach to discover something truly shocking: a wizard missing a hand and in need of a lot of help, and magical items. Lucky for the wizard, Elion happens to be a fount of magical items.

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #gale x durge #bg3 gale #bg3 #bg3 fic #fic #one thing about me is i be reading 🫡

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futureslaps · 2 years ago

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The Captive - Chapter 17

Chapter 16. Chapter 18

Woohoo! Managed to get this chapter out despite how busy I’ve been with preparing for Easter.

Enjoy 💙

After the Na’vi girl left, it took a while for Quaritch to snap back to reality. For a long time, he just stood still in the same position, dumbfounded. His mind was a complete mess, feelings of anger, confusion, fear, relief, and God knows what else all mixing were in his head and fighting for his attention.

Finally, he let out a groan and fell onto his back, still dazed from the conversation.

What the fuck just happened?

Quaritch was no stranger to being interrogated. In his human life, he’d been across the room from someone demanding answers numerous times. Not once had he broken. Not at gifts, not at threats, not even at torture.

And now, he had been even more determined. He had more than himself to protect, after all. Since his first day in captivity, he’d been ready for any verbal attacks, beatings, anything. Nothing would break his resolve to keep his and Spider’s secret.

And then this strange girl, Kiri, had just walked in and practically wrapped him around her finger.

He had tried everything, and she had just calmly stood there, delivering blow after blow, breaking him down. No matter what Quaritch did, she seemed to just blow past it. How the hell did she even know about Spider’s visits?

Quaritch’s mind went to later in the conversation.

I need to know that what he said was true.

Had Spider told her?

He settled on asking Spider when he visited again.

If he visited again.

If Sully’s kid told him anything about what Quaritch had revealed, it would all be over.

Quaritch all too aware that he’d put Spider at immense risk with what he’d revealed. Not even mentioning his own prospects. If this got to Sully…

Quaritch doubted he’d live to see the next morning if Sully found out what had just occurred. He’d probably laugh at how pathetic Quaritch had been as he sent him to the grave. And he didn’t even want to think about what Spider would face.

But the girl had promised…

That was what confused Quaritch the most about the conversation. Kiri was clearly Sully’s kid. She had every reason to hate him. She had every reason to make him miserable. She already knew everything she needed to destroy him. So why wasn’t she?

Why the hell was she being so…nice?

She had spoken with genuine concern about Spider. When she had asked him the truth about Spider, she had spoken with care, not cruelty. Hell, she had put her hand on his shoulder, and he hadn’t stopped her. He hadn’t even thought about grabbing her. He had only been thinking of Spider as he held back tears, spilling his guts on everything…

Quaritch already cringed at the recent memory of his…episode.

What the hell was wrong with him? He had been on the verge of fucking tears, revealing everything he’d sworn to take to the grave. And in front of Sully’s teenage daughter, of all people. Kiri had just talked to him, and he had broken down like a fucking pussy.

Shame burned in his chest. He had been humiliated. He had been weak. Pathetic.

And now, because of his weakness, he had to live with the fact that someone else knew everything. That Spider was at risk at any time.

But Kiri had promised…

Quaritch’s mind fixated on that moment. He had been at his weakest. He had just told the girl the truth. In that moment, consumed by fear and guilt, he had made a request, no, a plea to Kiri to spare Spider from whatever might be headed his way. It was a complete shot in the dark, and she had no reason to care. It had been a last resort, but Quaritch had been desperate.

But she had agreed.

Not only did the girl promise that Spider was safe, but she had looked into his eyes and promised she wouldn’t share what Quaritch had just revealed with anyone else.

Why? Why do any of that?

What kind of game was this?

Quaritch had a growing list of his own questions, and no way to currently answer them.

Who even was Kiri, really? Spider had never mentioned her before. Maybe in passing, but nothing substantial. But she seemed to care about Spider a ton, and Spider clearly had faith in her if he told her about Quaritch. She’d said it herself that she wanted to confirm what Spider had said.

Oh, Spider.

That’s who this was all about, of course. That’s what had broken him. When Kiri had turned to leave, he hadn’t been able to stop himself from calling her back, as much as he knew it’s what she wanted. Concern for his son had overwhelmed him in seconds. And when she’d confronted him with Spider’s words it had…affected him. In a way Quaritch didn’t know how to describe.

Do you love him like he loves you?

He hadn’t been able to stay quiet at that question. He hadn’t been able to stay quiet when Kiri had asked him if Spider’s words really were true. He couldn’t explain why, but he just couldn’t.

And now, things were even more fucked up than before.

Quaritch sighed. Whoever this Kiri was, his only hope was that his son’s trust was well-placed.

(…)

Kiri had a lot on her mind, but she tried to play it cool as she returned to her family’s Marui. The rain was still pouring, so most of her family was still there. Only Lo’ak had left, to be with Neteyam.

Kiri more than ever felt her oldest brother’s absence. She needed advice, desperately. Maybe he could have understood…

“Kiri.” Her dad called out to her as she entered. “You alright? Did it go well?”

“Yeah.” Kiri said with a smile on her face. It was the truth. “I…think it really helped, you know. To make me feel better.”

Again, the truth.

“That’s good.” Her dad nodded. “Quaritch try anything?”

“No, he was just quiet.” Kiri lied this time. She didn’t want her dad getting any suspicions that something was up. Especially after what she said next…

“I think I want to do it again.” Kiri said evenly. “You know, so you don’t have to do it every day.”

Jake frowned slightly but nodded. Kiri clearly had her mind set.

Kiri turned to leave.

“You’re leaving again? In this weather?” Jake asked.

“It’s fine, dad, I’m just going to Spider.”

An awkward silence passed between them.

“Alright Kiri.” Said Jake. “Just, be mindful with him, okay?”

You’re telling me?

Kiri didn’t voice the thoughts. She just nodded and stepped back into the rain.

Alone with her thoughts again, her mind went back to her…meeting with Quaritch. She had thought her conversation with Spider would have held the most surprises, but she’d found a lot more than she bargained for with Spider’s father.

Spider’s father.

It felt wrong to think of him that way, but she couldn’t forget what she’d learned. Despite his initial denials, the man had admitted to caring about Spider. And he’d done a lot more…

The emotions he’d been expressing in those moments had been…raw, pure. In a way she’d rarely seen with anyone. It had been a far more touching moment than she ever expected to have with Quaritch, of all people.For a moment, she felt like she’d seen a glimpse into his soul. The soul of a man she’d often thought of as soulless.

That’s why she wanted to go back, after all. She had already found what she first wanted. She was certain that Spider was safe with him.

But she had to know more. She felt like she had to try and understand, maybe even help this man in his last days. At the very least, she could help him make his peace with Eywa. It just felt…wrong, after their meeting. Quaritch had clearly tried very hard to keep the truth hidden, and he had seemed so broken, so defeated when Kiri finally made him talk. Whatever else he may be, he clearly meant what he said about Spider.

The boy was still sleeping as Kiri approached his nook. Quietly, she sat next to him, putting an arm around the sleeping boy’s shoulder, and pulling him closer. After everything from today, she wanted more than ever to make Spider feel loved and cared for. The fact that he’d been risking his life regularly to see Quaritch spoke volumes about how…hurt he was. Kiri’s heart ached as she looked at him.

She should have talked with him sooner.

Whatever she could have done, she was with him now. And she wasn’t ever going to leave him behind again. Fuck her dad and his “give him time” theory. Spider had been suffering, all whilst her dad had been trying to convince her not to do anything.

Kiri gritted her teeth. The revelation about Quaritch had only further grown her resentment toward her parents. Why were they so hesitant to accept Spider? Why were they so ready to throw him aside? Even Quaritch, fucking Quaritch, had been treating Spider with more love and care than them.

Kiri knew that eventually, she would have to confront her parents. The same way she had confronted Quaritch. It just wasn’t right that they treated Spider like this. That they pretended everything was okay.

But until that day came, she would have to be there for Spider, although maybe she wasn’t alone in her struggle…

As she held Spider’s sleeping form, she considered whether to tell him about her meeting with Quaritch.

Kiri didn’t want to make Spider feel like she was trying to pry into his life. He’d clearly struggled to even tell her about Quaritch in the first place.

But then again, with what she now knew, she felt like she understood Spider more than ever before. The knowledge that Quaritch was…what would she even call it? Different? Emotional? Caring?

Whatever it was, it was weighing on her already. What was it doing to Spider? Especially as he thought he was the only one who knew? This was the man Spider had been counting on for support since the battle. Maybe even during his captivity. Now Quaritch’s trial was fast approaching, and Spider couldn’t do anything about it.

It was…hard. Having to think about all this.

Kiri weighed her options as she felt Spider’s chest slowly rise and fall against side.

It was a complicated situation she’d gotten into, but she had no second thoughts. She would see this through.

Thought I’d go for slightly lighter chapter this time. I wanted a bit of a debrief after the intense emotions of the past few. Still couldn’t resist making Quaritch struggle with his emotions, though...

Thanks for reading 💙Regularly scheduled fluff and angst will return next chapter.

Taglist: @yesthisismycurrenthyperfixation @buzzinghoneybee @onlyreadz @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed

#avatar #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #avatar quaritch #avatar jake #avatar kiri #avatar spider #spider socorro #miles quaritch #recom quaritch

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fractured-shield · 3 months ago

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Find the word tag

thanks for the tags @willtheweaver and @the-golden-comet!!

Rules: Use the word finder in your WIP/Story document to find the given words, and share the sentence/paragraph where the word occurs my words: slip, knot, loose, thread, freeze, fall, fight, forfeit your words: wilt, daydream, cliff, overhear

Slip: Oenith caught her by the wrist, like she thought the smaller girl would slip off into the crowd the moment she got the chance. “Gods’ sake, they’ll have your hide if you’re late again. Don’t forget you’re here for the butcher, not the council convoys. And you should’ve come earlier if you wanted to see them, I’m sure they’re already at the oak-hall by now.”

Knot: Therien tried to tidy her hair as well. For a moment, she considered leaving it loose, but the winds would only grow stronger once they left the city, and then it would only tangle further and be even more of an embarrassing mess. She worked the worst of the knots from it with her fingers, then quickly shaped it into two braids, and wove them both together as best she could without looking. She was grateful she couldn’t see what it looked like, mousy and strawlike as it was, and tried not to think about it.

Loose: There were loose books on one arm of the sofa, and next to them her mother’s yellow shawl with its brightly embroidered flowers hung neatly folded. “Welcome home,” her papa said finally as he stood, voice choked with barely contained emotion. “I…is it alright if I—” Therien half turned, nodding without knowing the question, and found herself lifted off her feet into a spine-popping embrace. He twirled her in a little circle and she laughed despite her fatigue, high pitched and childish. He set her back onto her feet and gave a decisive nod despite the tears brimming in eyes that looked just as tired as she felt.

Thread: The guards really should be made aware, if there was more unrest around the Alliance council than normal. And that was something else he had to discuss with Hal. The riot, the goblins attacking the Cefa region, the dragon-plague moving more quickly…it all carried the stench of war, the faint thread of warning smoke that made him want to run, without anything tangible to run from.

Freeze: And yet, Therien hadn’t been that afraid of the dragons. They hadn’t seemed like anything more to fear than buire deer, or the sharp-horned bulls people drove into the market to sell. Just…animals, predictable in their behavior once you learned it. The Lochieru sovereigns and their chill voices and summoned fire were what had frozen her blood still within her.

Fall: “Come look at this.” They spoke calmly as ever, but the vivid green of their eyes flashed sharply. They sifted a hand through the upturned soil, letting it fall through their fingers back to the ground. It was dry and crumbling, but no different than Therien expected it to be, from the lack of rain. Assuming it did rain eventually, there was plenty of time for it to recover with a few seasons of carefully-planned planting, or so it seemed to her. “So? Isn’t it supposed to look like that?” It seemed Condel shared her sentiments. They pointed at the dry, silty earth, the brown bits of dead root and unearthed rock. “That’s stone. Was stone.”

Fight: For a moment, in the dim light, her papa seemed less withdrawn and forlorn—just as much a soldier as the Golden Swordsman. Before her was a grim, tall figure in plain armor, unassuming yet resolute, someone who served on Maithyr’s famed war-court and kept a precarious peace in a room of heroes and kings. She’d never seen her papa in a real fight, outside of sparring or Tarnuvin’s festival games. She’d always had a hard time imagining it, gentle and placid as he seemed. But, no—this made sense, too. She felt safe, behind him.

Forfeit: not found in the new drafts of ch 1-8 apparently...?

open tag for anyone who wants to join! doing open tags until I get caught up I think

tag list: @just-emis-blog @orions-quill @honeybewrites @leahnardo-da-veggie @robin-the-blind-sniper-rifle

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chershire23 · 4 months ago

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Radio Rules.

(Warnings: Death, Gore, blood and mentions of rape.

I had a lot of fun writing this so i hope you all enjoy!)

“Who cares what they're wearing on Main Street, or Saville Row,” A female voice sings out as a young woman with hair, red as fire can be seen dancing through the trees. The night was dark yet the moon shone bright making it the perfect stage. This young woman didn't have many friends as people tended to avoid her. She didn't know why though. She was quite friendly yet her happy demeanor and seemingly never faltering smile tend to creep people out. A cracking of branches echoes to her right and she swings around to see what it was, falling silent as to listen for anything else.

More rustling can be heard from her left and then even more to her right. The girl can feel her heart racing in her chest as she swings this way and that, trying to see who or what is making all the noise. Finally she decides to run. She runs as fast as her short legs could carry her. Just when it seems she would be able to make it to the road, she screams tripping over an upturned root. crying, she tries to crawl further away. She doesn't make it far though as a group of hands grab onto her legs. “Al!” She manages to scream out as she is dragged into the darkness.

Sam walks into the main room of the bunker where Dean can be seen playing a game of operation with Jack. “God Dammit!” Dean exclaims dropping the tweezers as he once again messes up causing the game to buzz. The young nephilim miles a little, doing his best to hold in his laughter as Dean throws his temper tantrum. “Hey guys, I think I found us another case.” Sam says as he puts his computer in front of his brother and adopted nephew. The article it was on said “30 People Missing In Less Than Two Weeks One Found Dead.” “It looks like it might be a big Vampire nest, at least based on the description of the one they found dead. The article further down says that the man found was completely drained of his blood.” Sam says, explaining the new case to them.

“Ok so let's head down and gank some blood sucking bitches and get it over with. Where is the case located?” Dean asks as he pushes away the game he was previously mad at. “That's the thing we are gonna need both Jack and Cas to teleport us there in order to prevent more deaths. It's in a city called Gillette, it's in Wyoming near the border of South Dakota. That's too far for us to drive.” Sam explains as he looks at Jack. “Well Cas should be back in a few minutes with dinner so we can eat during the drive after me and Cas get you all close to the town.” Jack says with a nod to the other two.

An hour later the four of them arrive in the city of Gillette. They pull up to the nearest gas station and form a plan. “Okay me and Cas will do the FBI stuff and you guys act as toursest. We split up and look for any clues on who the vamps could be and where the nest is.” Dean says from the front seat of the Impala. Everyone agrees with the plan and they split up from there with Sam and Jack asking people around town about what has been happening and Dean and Cas take off to interview some of the relatives of the missing people. “Ok who do we want to talk to first?” Dean asks as he goes through a file case listing all the different people they might need to talk to. I say those who knew the most recent missing person.” Castiel suggests as he adjusts his tie and makes sure his weapons are hidden and secure and Dean nods in agreement.

Soon they come up to the first house and knock on the door. A scruffy looking man in his early twenties answered and it looked as if he had been crying. “Hello my name is agent Rob Bishop this is agent Jake Hopper FBI and we are here to ask you some questions about the most recent missing person, a Riely Altruist.” Dean says playing his role very well as the young man looks at him before nodding and letting them inside, leading them to the couch.

“I don't know what happened to her but I want to. I mean who wouldnt want to know what happened to their best fucking friend especily in a situation like this?” The young man who they have now identified as Logan Poxan says his voice breaking like he is about to start crying again. “Do you have any idea why anyone would have targeted her?” Cas asks him leaning forward, his eyes narrowed in concern for the girl as well as others who were kidnapped. “No not really, I mean Riely was fucking crazy but she wouldnt hurt anyone.” Logan exclaims and Dean then hands him a box of tissues allowing him to blow his nose. “Can you describe her to us personality and look wise so we can get a better view on why someone would kidnap her?” Dean asks as he leans back into his seat.

“Well she has red hair that tends to have a mind of its own half the time. She's a short little shit standing at 4’10. She was very friendly towards almost everyone and never seemed to frown. It was kinda creepy at times but you got used to it.” Logan says describing the young woman. “What about her build?” Cas asks watching for any signs of deception or him withholding information. “She was a little on the bigger side, not unhealthy or anything, she's just a bit chunky. Big boned ya know?” Logan says, looking between the two men.

“Ok well we better go, we have a few more people to talk to. Here's our number, call us if you remember anything important that could help us with the case.” Cas hands the young man a fake business card with the number to one of their burner phones. Logan takes it with a grateful nod and walks them to the front door. They make it to the car and wave at Logan before driving away, they make it no more than a block away before Dean’s phone rings. Cas takes it and answers by putting it on speaker phone as Dean drives. “Whatcha got Sammy?” Dean calls out. Standing on the sidewalk near a tattoo shop Sam answers.

“Well I know that the vamps were not picky in who they took. The victims were a mix of almost anyone you can think of from an old farmer to the young woman they took two days ago.” Sam explains watching Jack run across the street to him with two ice cream cones in each hand. He offers one to Sam who takes it gratefully as it was hot as balls out and thanks to Jack's Nephilim magic the other ice creams wouldn't start melting till he gave them to Dean and Cas.

“I also think that the nest is somewhere in the black hills. It's about a thirty minute drive from here but that's where most people have gone missing.” Sam says before taking a lick of his ice cream. “OK we will pick you up and head there next.” Dean says, nodding to Cas to hang up the phone. “Dean, we will find them and we will save those who are still alive.” Cas says gently, taking Dean's hand in his.

(elsewhere)

The cell they had Riely locked in was cold, damp, and had blood splattered across the walls. Yet her smile never faltered, instead it just made it turn into a smirk. Also due to her biting, clawing and kicking habit the vampires have chained her up not allowing her to move her arms and there is a chain connecting her leg to the wall. A male vampire enters the cell blood dripping down his face and neck from his latest feed. “Jesus christ you are as creepy as the others say.” He says crouching down to be eye to eye with Riely. Her eyes just widen in amusement along with her smirk.

She gives no indication of fear, despite how terrified she is on the inside. Her grandpa always told her a smile was a powerful weapon and she was keen on using it especially in situations like these. She could actually get out of here anytime she wanted given the voodoo she was taught but she wants to save as many as she can and for that it requires patience. Not many will die and she knows that given how these vampires like to slow feed. They like to keep their victims alive as long as possible and full of liquids to produce more blood for them. Essentially using them as cattle for slaughter.

“Don’t worry though creepy one, your turn will be soon and i bet your blood is very rich. I also bet if I asked the boss would let me have my own way for you when I get to feed from that neck of yours.” The Vampire says creepily whilst trailing a finger down the vain of her neck. Riely suddenly jerks her head down and latches tightly onto the vampire's hand. Jerking her head back and forth like a rabid dog, blood splattering onto her face. He screams out as he manages to rip his hand from her surprisingly sharp teeth and powerful jaws. He stares in horror at his hand and then her as she giggles manically, her feet slapping the ground in what one considers a playful manner.

“You crazy bitch!” he roars out before kicking her in the chest knocking her further to the ground. This doesn't stop her laughter though as she stares at him with burning hatred. He leaves slamming the cell shut behind him. She just stares after him waiting a few moments to make sure he is truly gone before moving to the side revealing a half finished summoning sigil.

(Back to the Winchesters)

Headlights can be seen as the Impala pulls off to the side of a rocky dirt road. “Ok we stop here and search for the nest.” Dean says as he shoves Baby's keys into his boot. They all get out of the car and walk to the trunk. Sam opens it before passing radios and machetes to everyone. “Okay we are gonna split into groups. This time I will go with Cas, Dean, you and Jack will go together. You find the nest radio in and we will meet you there as back up.” Everyone nods in agreement to the plan.

(Time skip)

Dean and Jack are about an hour into their hike when rustling can be heard. Both men freeze, drawing their guns. While the gun will not kill the vampires it sure as hell will stun them long enough for someone to chop off their head. Dean and Jack are back to back turning in a circle. Then the bushes in front of Dean rustles and a bunny jumps out infront of them and Dean lowers his gun. “Really? We got scared by Bugs Bunny.” Dean grumbles and Jack stares at the rabbit intensely for a moment before saying, “But he doesn’t have gloves.” before turning and giving Dean a confused look.

Dean rolls his eyes but doesn’t get the chance to talk before he's knocked out with a baseball bat wielding vamp. “Dean! Get away from him!” Jack roars out as his eyes start to glow bright with angelic power. He doesn't get the chance to lash out though as another vampire wielding a bat knocks him out too. Both vampires grin maliciously at each other before dragging the two Winchester to their nest. Now they have four more cows for them to add to the herd. They load Dean and Jack up in the back of their truck next to Sam and Cas.

(an hour later)

All four boys wake up with splitting headaches. Their heads pounding as if they had been hit with a freight train. Castiel and Jack have cuffs with angel wards on them dampening their powers. And Jack, while he could break out of these, does not want to risk an outburst of power so close to his family. “Well well well, look who finally woke up! Evening sunshines!” A cheery voice calls out from next to them. All heads turn to the fiery redhead sharing their cell. Her face covered in bruises and blood. “Riely Altruist?” Sam asks hesitantly a little creeped out by her cheery demeanor and bright smile that seems to highlight all the blood.

“Yep, it's me.” she says with a bright smile. “You guys are the Winchesters right?” she asks him, her smile unwavering. “Yeah and how do you know about us?” Dean asks now somewhat suspicious. “Oh everyone of the supernatural worth their salt Hunter or not knows about you guys.” She answers back. “Are you a hunter?” Jack asks her with a tilt of his head. “Oh, Hahahah no uh no i'm not a hunter. But let's just say this is not the first time I've dealt with the supernatural.” Riley giggles out and the boys look at her now really suspicious. “So do you guys have a plan to get out of her, because if not I do.” She says moving to the side to reveal the completed sigil.

“Is that a demon summoning sigil?” Castiel asks with a growl. He believed if this girl summoned a demon it would kill everyone. “Oh don't get your feathers in a bind. He won't hurt anyone unless they hurt me.” she says and in that moment two vampires enter the room. One of them was the creep from before. “Alright you crazy bitch it's your turn.” He sneers. But before they could move or the boys could protest she slams a freed and bloody hand onto the sigil shouting the incantation. “Alastor daemonem rubeum in hos voco. Vocationem meam audi et nos omnes serva, et horum immortalium parasitorum carne remuneraberis. (Alastor demon in red heed my call. Free everyone here and you shall taste the flesh of immortal parasites.) “Please grandpa help us.” she whispers meekly, her body weak as a summoning spell takes a lot out of one so young.

The Sigil glows red and the lights above them flicker. The room shakes and the radio outside the cell distortedly starts playing the song “Never fully dressed without a smile”. Everyone is frozen in place as a shadowed inky hand emerges from the center of the sigil. It slams into the ground, claws splintering the wood as it pulls a body up from the depths of hell. This hellish creature stands up as ink drips off its body revealing a man dressed in red from head to toe, even his hair is red. But aside from coming from hell this being had some peculiar attributes. He had antlers on his head, they were small but noticeable between two tufts of hair that look suspiciously like deer ears.

He stands still in between the captives and the vampires. One of the vampires steps forward his curiosity getting the better of him. Just as he reaches a hand out to touch this new creature, the red monster's eyes snap open. And like the rest of him they two are red as blood and slitted like a snakes. “Hmm are you the one who summoned me dear fellow?” he asks his voice distorted like it was coming from an old 30’s radio broadcast. “No i dont actually think you are you couldn’t possibly,” He goes into a rant but stops upon turning around and seeing the scene behind him. Riely his apprentice, his own flesh and blood. His great granddaughter, the girl he raised since her parents died in that horrid crash tied up in chains. Blood dripping down her face and hands. Her smile strained as she looks up at him.

“Hey papa.” She says before collapsing from exhaustion. Alastor rushes towards his granddaughter, catching her before she can hit the ground. “M̴͕͝ǫ̸̩̐n̸̨̎ ̴͙͉̽p̶͈͍̑ę̴̹̚t̷̟̺͗i̷̬̣͆̋ẗ̵͎́̀ ̶̗̂̉f̷̹͉͊a̴͕̿̚ǘ̵̢̱n̵̨͆̈e̶̘̓,̵̩̊̈́ ̶̧͊̆d̵̼̟̎i̴͍̙̔̅d̸̩̗̂̉ ̷͕̈́͝t̶̳̲͒͠h̶͍̱́͝ḛ̵̎̚ẏ̶͉̒͜ ̴̼̿d̶͎̤̓͝ǒ̵̖̬̿ ̸̻̣̄t̵͖̽h̶̲̃͗i̴͖͑͛s̴̨̈́ ̸̭̺̓̇t̷͙͘͝ỏ̸̫̊ ̸̰̄̈́y̵̝̬͂o̸̼͑u̵̪͆?̵͈̂͐” He asks her unconscious body his voice becoming distorted before snapping his head around like an owl towards the vampires. The unholy sound of his neck snapping causes everyone to flinch back in fear. Alastor gently places his granddaughter on the ground before standing up. With a flick of his wrist the chains containing Sam, Dean, Jack and Cas all fall to the ground. G̷̱̎̾ḙ̴̽t̵̤͝ ̴̛̞̀m̶̦͜͠y̸͙̿ ̵̮͇̃l̷̠͇̀͂i̸̞͊t̴͎̬̽̽t̴̠͝ͅl̶͍͈͝e̵͙̎͝ ̴̭͖̔ġ̴͇ị̵̿͘r̶̰̹͊̉l̷̰̅̃ ̵̼̈́a̶̯͆ṅ̶͛͜d̸̳̙͊̆ ̸͉̻̈â̶̮̊n̵̹̔̕ỵ̷̝͝ ̶͈̾o̵͙͌t̶̗̞̓h̶̥̓e̷̞̰̓r̵̮͖͐́s̵̞͛ ̶̣̻̐o̴͙͇̒ú̷̠͔t̵̬͕͒ ̴̞̇ó̸͍̜f̵̣̲̌͘ ̶͎̭̿h̴̦̳͛ẽ̵͎̙ŗ̷̗͐͌ẻ̵̪̦̓.̸̠̔ ̴̯̀I̵̠̬͑͝ ̴̠͆̈́w̶̮̱̅i̶̡̤͝l̴̙̑͌l̴̢̙̋̚ ̵̬̎͝d̶͓̤̽͝e̴̹̙͛a̴̛̟͂ͅl̴͖̐̋ ̷̠̅w̵̝̲̕į̴̃͘t̴̙̯̽h̶̥͉̕ ̵̻͚͌ṫ̶̮̖h̵̙̤͑e̷͕̯̐͆s̶̭̄e̸̼̓̿ ̴̩͛̕p̷̳̠̊͝ẹ̸̉̏ṣ̴̏t̸͓̆͌ş̶̗͑.̵̝̻̏ ̵̺͂͘. The boys hesitantly nod as Dean picks Riely up and carries her out of the nest laying her gently on the ground before running back in to join the rest of his family in freeing all the other hostages.

As Dean runs down the corridors looking for anyone else and keeping an eye out for vamps. He leans against a wall gun drawn as screaming could be heard. He looks over the wall down the next corridor and flinches as a vampire is thrown through a wall close by. It lays unconscious in the rubble and a giant figure emerges. Dean recognises it as the demon from before. Except this time it was bigger and its limbs including the neck and antlers had grown as well as became distorted. And his eyes had turned to radio dials. It grabs the vampire by the leg, picked him up and bites him in half. “Jesus.” Dean whispers but apparently it was loud enough for the demon to snap his head towards his direction.

Dean pulls out of the demon's line of sight before running down the hall. He doesn't pay attention though and is dragged into a room. Regaining his composure he pulls out his gun and points it at whoever just grabbed him. Riely stands in front of him with a smile still on her face after all that has happened. “You can put that down ya know.” She says moving the gun out of her face with a finger. “How? How the hell are you awake?” Dean stutters out confused as he just laid her outside unconscious moments ago. “You know i've always loved acting.” She says not fully answering his question.

“Now let's get everyone out of here. Don't want anymore deaths do you?” She questions him as he follows her through the halls. Eventually she leads him to a room where they find Sam, Jack and Cas all working quickly to unlock all the cells. They all start helping each other to heal and free all the captives. The room suddenly shakes as if an earthquake had hit. “Okay everyone we need to leave.” Riely says in a chipper voice. Her tone helping to calm everyone who was scared and hurt, making sure no more panic insured.

Moments later everyone stands outside the vamp nest which has now been revealed to everyone as an old military missile silo.

“Guess Vamps really will nest anywhere they can.” Sam says surprised that the U.S government hasn't noticed one of their own bases being used. “Yeah well the government only cares about how much they can tax from us and how much power they have over the public. It's quite entertaining ya know?” Riely says, smiling up at him. He givers her a nervous nod back before his attention is once more brought back to the entrance to the building.

The entire thing had gone up in flames. Debris flying left and right as the silo exploded. Everyone watches in a mix of horror and relief. “Now that was quite fun, yet Riely child you must really learn to better defend yourself. I won't always be there to protect you and you won't always be able to summon me.” A radio like voice said from behind them.everyone turns around with a jump and aside from the Winchesters what they see is not what they were expecting. Alastor stands behind him looking quite giddy and satisfied by the new meal he just had as well as the new entertainment he got to enjoy.

“Grampa!” Riely exclaims running to hug the man despite Cas’s attempt to hold her back. Alastor glady embraces her, running a hand gently through her hair. “I’m glad you are alright Mon petit faune.” Alastor whispers gently. “Ok how did you get out of there without any of us noticing.” An older man asks, confused at all he has witnessed in the last week. “Now my good fellow its best not to worry yourself about such frivolous things. I say we get all of you home and that you forget everything that has happened!” Alastor says with a joyful yet creepy smile that matches Riely’s. He then taps his staff on the ground twice and everyone aside from himself, Riely and the hunters disappear returning to their homes.

The Winchesters look around in shock. They knew first hand how powerful demons were but this is something else. This demon is more powerful than even yellow eyes. “Now that that's taken care of, I shall take Riely home and you boys can go on your way, hmm.” Alastor hums his smile tightening as he watches how stiff these men become. Subtly he places his cane in front of Riely like a makeshift shield. “I agree!” Jack suddenly exclaims. “I, I think we should go, and that we should let them go. I mean they did just save all those people.” Jack explains his shoulders shrugging a bit, his eyes darting from his family to the demon.

The adults hesitantly nod their heads. They turn towards the direction where Dean parked the car. But before they left Jack snapped a quick photo on his phone of Alastor. He wanted to show it to the others hoping that if he caused any trouble in the future they would remember what he looked like.

(Time Skip)

It had been a while since they left Gillette and Jack decided to Show the others the photo he managed to take. “Okay Jack let us see it. If it's not too blurry we’ll send it to the other hunters, tell 'em to watch out for the guy.” Sam says but when Jack opens up the photo its covered in static and voodoo sigils. “What the fuck?” Dean mumbles and it was then jack gets a text from an unknown number and the text says. “Never do that again. His face was only made for Radio. :)”

Mon petit faune = my little faun.

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1-up-chump · 1 year ago

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Hello, I share your indignation about the new part of MK. Everything was changed too much and strangely. Can you write down the moments you didn't like? For example, I’m not happy with this whole situation with Kuai Liang - Scorpion, Tarkata - a disease, Raiden - Liu Kang 2.0, Fujin - Raiden’s sister, who is Kung Lao’s lover, seriously?

I WILL STATE that i have not bothered to look at everything myself but hear from reliable sources of the basic information of the game so i cannot give a full and fair critique. And i will not give this game anymore attention than i already have given it since it is just NOT a mortal kombat game.

Lets talk about the reasons you listed bc i agree.

Kuai liang as scorpion and in role reversal:

I am not a fan of this even remotely being "canon" Although the idea should be explored by fans WHO UNDERSTAND BOTH KUAI LIANG AND HANZO HASASHI AS CHARACTERS ORIGINALLY. It completely disrespects hanzo as a character and erases his connection to scorpion being a "gimmick thing to slap onto someone" as a title rather than a personal journey of meaning. And kuai deserves more respect as well, originally being an assassin whose clan tried to "modernize" by removing free will of warriors to ensure obedience and make their spirits and talents disposable. Trying to fight against that. It seems ironic in the end his fate is nothing more than to be toyed with by this unoriginal and uninspiring "role swap au lolz"

The tarkatan race being a disease:

I shouldn't even have to clarify how fucked up this is. Right after in mk 11 we saw tarkatans just being another race living in outworld minding their own business, and kotal fucking up (kotal khan is a wasted character but thats for another post) so we got what was once a "bad guy evil race" to something better. AND THEN THEY FUCKED IT UP AGAIN like isnt that, at best, the most tone deaf shit after what happened in real life with a certain disease and people being uber racist??? And dont get me started on how they messed up mileena with that too. (God damn the writers fucking hate her just as much as kung lao)

Raiden role reversal:

Let me tell you as a raiden enjoyer i fucking HATE them making him a basic ass protag like they did with liu kang (i love liu but lately they just removed all personality from him) its so fucking uninspiring and boring as shit AND THEY MAKE HIM CHAMPION INSTEAD OF KUNG LAO???? THE ABSOLUTE DISRESPECT WHAT THE FUCK i love raiden but he doesn't deserve champion title, that belongs to KUNG motherfucking LAO.

Fujin being a sister????:

Listen i havent seen it but this is the dumbest ass shit i have ever seen in my entire life. As if they couldn't show how little they actually care about fujin......

And the shallow fans who care little about fujin other than a "pretty fuck toy to do teh yaois with uwu" which is also what they did to shang tsung now which is like YOU FOOLS! CARY HIROYUKI TAGAWA-SAMA IS RIGHT FUCKING THERE!!! YOU SEXUALIZE HIM WHEN HE'S AN OLD MAN TOO OR YOU'RE A COWARD AND A SHAM!

And then there's the absolute nothing plot that really shows they ran out of ideas and just slap together bullshit. The villains arent really villains and they suck, its just "stop evil shang tsung but hes not actually evil bc theres this other timeline-" ITS FUCKING LAZY AND PATHETIC WRITING it shows that they want to have it all just to appease fans to take their money. Thats it, thats all this story boils down to. A shoddy scam to bullshit a story to take people's money. I mean you cant even get shang tsung or marjory of fan desired characters without dlc and the base game is like 60-70 bucks like the fuck????

As a regular fighting game? Mid but enjoyable i guess. But as a mortal kombat game? No, thats not even mortal kombat thats just some dumbasses wattpad fanfic after they watched avengers endgame in their crusty batman shirt

I'll end this with a small side note: if my opinions offend, I'm sorry im passionate about a series that was a part of my childhood and made me appreciate Japanese and Chinese culture and kung fu cinema in general. Im sorry if the memories of playing a fun game and caring about the characters having strong bonds of friendship in a violent world designed to be a "kill or be killed" system and despite that choosing to do the right thing in their mind.

Sorry if i seem to be playing a different game bc i am.

Its mortal kombat: shaolin monks for the ps2

-gets head ripped off-

#plz play it its legit fun and stupid as hell #its not the best mk in terms of plot but its got so much love and soul into it #also play mk deadly alliance too its fun #rant #and watch the shitty defenders of the realm cartoon it has the best raiden and nightwolf is in it too #and watch the 95 movie NOW for the best raiden shang tsung and liu kang #and watch conquest if you want to stomach through late 90s tv cringe and for the best raiden ever in the history of ever

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robinrequiems · 1 year ago

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stephanie stuff.

they forgot about me, didn’t they?

the Robin pushed deep into the shadows of Bruce’s mind. the second failure. the one he craves to take back. the one he regrets accepting as Robin. he knew she wasn’t ready. he already lost one, and he saw signs in her that he saw in Jason.

yet she wasn’t like Jason. sure she was reckless. sure her lineage isn’t great. but she wasn’t given a chance. not like Jason was. It was always stephanie making the mistakes and messing up. he didn’t care that she was a girl, he cared that she was reckless and that she makes mistake over mistake, but that’s not fair. they called her childish, naive. but she wasn’t. she knew, she experienced the cruel truths of the world. she wasn’t naive. was she stupid? yeah. but she was still growing up. she has a long list of regrets. she just wished people would stop reminding her.

she can’t grow if people keep holding her back. she deserves more than that. she’s better than what they think.

so why do they look at her, remember her, as someone who never deserve the Robin name? she deserved it. she did. she helped. she was good.

even if she didn’t follow the rules all the time. but she tried to help. even when she messed up big time. she didn’t know. batman didn’t tel her anything. he kept secrets upon secrets. even though she was his sidekick. she deserved to know the secrets. she did. maybe if he told her—

there’s no point in thinking about that because stephanie as Robin never got a happy ending. it was predetermined in every. single. universe. her run as Robin was always limited. she was made to die. she wasn’t meant to be Robin. not like they were.

but god she wanted to be Robin. the light to Batman’s darkness. the sidekick people looked up to. she fell in love with this idea to the point where she sacrificed it all. she gave it her all, she grew up. she realized that Robin wasn’t fun and games. yet she still wasn’t given a chance.

maybe she wasn’t meant to be Robin because she wasn’t meant to be a sidekick.

maybe that’s why batgirl worked and Robin didn’t. yet the thought of what could have became of her if she kept being Robin is a thought that haunts her.

maybe she’d be the one to give Tim the mantle back. or maybe she would give it to Damian. maybe she would turn Robin into something entirely new.

but. she couldn’t, but it’s okay. because she can do it with batgirl. she’ll be the best batgirl the world will see. her journey won’t be stopped. This is who she is meant to be.

she’s not gonna let anyone take it away. not this time.

++ WIP

“i get it.” | s. brown.

she knew dick went through a difficult time when he was Batman. because of Damian. becoming Batman. having to take up a mantle he never wanted. she knew that. that’s why she didn’t let his distrust of her sway her.

because she would prove that she was better than everyone thought. which led to her gaining his respect. he saw himself in her. because she was someone who wanted to inspire joy. she didn’t live in the darkness like everyone else. and he was happy that she was batgirl when he was Batman. he needed that joy. it was important to him because it reminded himself of who he was. she helped with Damian in ways he couldn’t. dealt with him when he had episodes of anger. or when he almost goes off the deepend. she gave him a chance. so it was only fair for dick to give her one.

barbara was jealous. seeing stephanie in her former moniker. a title held dear to her chest. And seeing how free she was. it reminded her of herself and it hurt. it hurt to see stephanie using the batgirl name. and she wouldn’t be able to deal with if the name became haunted by death. Z which is why she didn’t want stephanie to have it. she knew her track record. her history. yet stephanie was stubborn. that stubbornness was annoying at first. yet she .. warmed Barbara up. and Barbara accepted her.

tim and stephanie had a lot of history. they both like to reminisce, but they hate how much there is. because it leaves unspoken words, arguments, and feelings. they learn to let those feelings go because they aren’t right for each other. b it doesn’t mean they aren’t friends. he didn’t want her to die. he didn’t want her to be a hero. stephanie did though. she was meant to be a hero. she tried the civilian life. she wasn’t meant for it. this is who she was meant to be, and tim knows that. but it doesn’t mean he isn’t concerned, or hurt that she’s back. he doesn’t want to see her die. not again.

#stephanie brown #dick Grayson #jason Todd #barbara Gordon #Damian wayne #hcs

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bloustorm · 2 years ago

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10 first lines fanfiction game

Rules: share the first line of the last ten fics you wrote and tag some people :)

So I got tagged a while ago by @cryptid-crawly, most of these titles are still a work in progress as well

Authors of Gotham: (in a screenshot because of the code) (inspired by this tumblr post)

Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss, The way to Brotherhood

"Okay, so for this to work, we need to make a few things clear. First of all, for the love of god, don't call him Mr. Wayne. If you do that, the gig is up faster than I can swear."

And when the darkness comes, you shall call my name

Hood grinned under the helmet, breaking into the tower had been a fun challenge, he had debated about if he wanted to test out his old codes but in the end decided against it. He still didn’t know how he wanted the reveal to go exactly so it was better to not give the old man too many hints and give up the game too early.

Courtmaster (more on tumblr here)

Red Robin flickered on his night vision the moment he entered his apartment, he couldn’t quite say what felt wrong, nothing had tripped his alarms or disturbed his otherwise carefully cultivated mess, he just knew that someone or something was in here.

Oh my Talon (more on tumblr here, here, here, here and here)

Tim wasn’t surprised in any way when he walked out of his bedroom all bleary-eyed and saw a Talon sitting on his sofa. In fact, he didn’t even register anything wrong with the picture until after he took his first sip of morning tea. Processing what his eyes were telling him and drawing the right conclusion, there was someone in his living room, there was a Talon sitting in his living room (a Talon that looked way too small to be an adult and thus was likely a child) took embarrassingly a few full seconds. (He would later say it was because the Talon didn’t register as a threat.)

I'm running out of fanfiction (or well recently written ones)

Cat!Tim and Damian (tumblr post here)

Damian frowned down at the cat. The cat who was Drake merely blinked up at him with his huge blue eyes.

Small acts of kindness can go a long way

It started like most good things do, with a thoughtless act of good will. Something that over time spiraled into something much greater than anyone could have anticipated.

Red Robins magical adventure as a hoarding Dragon

Red Robin cursed himself for his carelessness, he knew that he shouldn’t underestimate these guys, as stupid as they seemed to be, they still had noticed Batman, when he had tried to bust them at first, and managed to hit the already injured Bat enough that he had to recover at home.

I will stop here because everything else is literally several months old or on some scrap of paper somewhere

I'm going to tag uh (i really need to make a list of people I can tag and who write so if anyone sees this you can tell me)

actually

IF YOU READ THIS write 3 sentences on you rcurrent wip YOU ARE TAGGED IN THE GAME

#blou writes #tag game #batman #oh my talon #courtmaster au #tim drake #damian wayne #jason todd

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arcplaysgames · 2 years ago

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WHY DO THEY HAVE A CHAINSAW THO

this "Velvet Room" is so fucking messed uppppppp

you know if Igor were actually here I am sure that this fire sale alarm shit wouldn't happen

anyway yeah i'm still convinced the "Igor" here is a fucking fake, every thing out of his mouth is wildly out of character also I can't find it rn but he like alluded to, uh, either killing Reverie or letting him die if he failed his "rehabilitation" and I am like what the fuck is even going on here

Notigor, I'm tellin' ya

sooooo uuuuuh Kaneshiro's shadow self is...... a flyman who starts using-- god, this is probably not the intended pull but he reminds me of Gangnam Style, that specific mockery of superficial nouveau/fake rich people?

Also he has a giant pig-shaped mecha and I'm like............. Is this a reference to the Absolutely Safe Capsule? I have no idea but it sure felt like it.

Fight was a breeze, Ann has sleep magic, everyone got stomped.

blah blah Sae's boss is like the big bad or something blah blah

So it SEEMS that when Morgana gets to touch a Treasure, he almost remembers something about himself, but its leading him to believe he's wrong and he's not actually human after all, which is distressing to him.

My current theory on Morgana is that he's similar to Teddie, in that he's a being built of the desires of humans. He just didn't do enough sit-ups and hasn't gotten a human body yet.

The form of a kitty cat is.... an interesting wrinkle in the whole thing. Teddie manifested as a literal mascot out of the desire to be liked and have friends (basically, it's more complicated than that). Morgana is a kitty.

So... possibility one is there is some Obvious Association with cats that I am missing that answers why kitty. Or.... maybe it's not as one-to-one with Teddie and Morgana is the manifestation of someone's desire. And that person is a cat person.

Maybe Morgana is Reverie's imaginary friend given solid form, WHO KNOWS. Reverie needed a talking cat, okay. His life is better for having Morgana.

In other The Velvet Room Is Fake As Hell news, Caroline and Justine are giving Reverie the usual "make a persona with X ability" tasks BUT they don't know where their list CAME FROM. And the fact they don't seems to disturb them.

/squints at the twins

It.... sure is interesting that they are tiny and they are each missing the opposite eye and their personalities are so diametrically opposed they almost seem like two halves of one person

and in this """"Velvet Room"""" fusion is explicitly the act of killing two personas to funnel their energy into a single new person.

This is by FAR the Edgelord-iest Persona yet, so I am seriously contemplating if it'll Go There and have the twins fusion executed into a single 'complete' Attendant

but like. I wouldn't put it past this game honestly. We already had a lot of other heavy shit in this game, why not use a guillotine on two children.

/rubs eyes with hand

Maruki is Fucking Weird ain't he. Like, he's objectively a terrible therapist for one, the amount of personal details he lets slip and inserts un-prompted into his work is wildly unprofessional.

Also the thesis of his work seems to be purposeful clouding of perception to 'heal' patients of inner pain and boy fucking howdy what the fuck.

I am squinting at him too. He makes me nervous.

OKAY GOD LET'S TALK ABOUT MISHIMA BECAUSE HOLY SHIT BRUH

hi, hello, what the absolute fuck

Mishima, our biggest fan that we never asked for, literally knows nothing about the actual Thieves and is more focused on making them (and as a byproduct himself) more famous. He tries to get Reverie to go after this... random up and coming celeb? Because it'd be big news?

THIS IS STRAIGHT UP FULL THROTTLE DELUSION

and it gets WORSE

He's also finding anyone on the Phansite he doesn't like and is sending them threatening messages as if he's the fucking Thieves.

AND HE KNOWS IT'S FUCKED, HE LITERALLY ASKS IF HE'S GOING TO BE A TARGET

which, putting aside the fact I hate Mishima so much, this feel so much like a cry for help right here, like he's become fucking Twitter Poisoned and is aware of it but can't get his ass off the site and needs an intervention. He completely and totally sounds like those people who joke about how socmed is ruining their lives and how they know it's a cesspool and they should quit but they are also addicted to it.

ryuji he is that bad

So we actually go find his Shadow in Mementos and, lmao, this fucking "you just had to" BRO YOU SEEM TO MISREMEMBER HOW THIS WENT, you know, when you followed me around at school and back me into a corner so I had to admit I was one of the Thieves and you shoved this Phansite thing into play when no one asked

Mishima needs help but also dude has been holding a shovel and does not know when to stop diggin' and then keeps blaming other people for the dirt of his shirt

we don't even fight him, just leave him alone with himself, which: good. Goddamn. I would tell you go talk to Maruki but he's sus as fuck.

#p5 #persona liveblog

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nomorefstogive · 2 years ago

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Hydro Archon Story: A Tale of Tides

Hello all, sorry for the delay in posting this I was working on my ao3 fic and several games that have peaked my interest in recent days in addition to a recent bout of a cold which has been quite annoying.

But all of that aside,m I feel that since we are drawing ever nearer to the day when we will be bid travel to the land of the Hydro archon and try and fix whatever wonderful mess that land is in, it is high time I reveal some of my headcanons about her and my take on how her story would be in a SAGAU.

Please note that I will be attempting to exclude my ‘Mother Knows Best’ and ‘Twin God Au’ from this one save for a brief mention of them at the end, so it can be read as the events of her story without either of those aus needing to be read previously.

I will be posting a list of personal headcanons that I apply to her, both in my own Aus and in SAGAU in general after I post this, I was originally going to make the two the same post but I have decided against that given that I feel they would not mesh well together if I were to do so.

I also feel that I should apologize for my somewhat overindulgence in using my AUs in the headcanons that I will be posting after this fic, as well as the general chaos that said headcanons are in.

My lack of being a concise person and my own inability to shut up for more than 2.0 seconds when an idea strikes me have made for them being in something of a non concise state of chaos, but I hope you like them all the same.

With all of that said, it is time to raise the curtains and let the show begin!

Trigger Warnings for: Self Mutilation, Eye Trauma, Religious themes, Cultish Themes, Depression, Grief, Self Loathing, Guilt, and Trauma.

Story starts Here:

Come all ye who wish to hear!

Come all ye of faith and loyalty splendorous for there is a tale this day to be heard!

Come ye faithful and ye loyal, ye righteous and just and hear well here and now the tale of her lady of Justice.

Come ye just and faithful and here the tale of the Divine Judge of Fontaine, the Justicar of Hydro, her Honor Minos the Justicar of Hydro!

As you gather and your ears to my words do turn, let thy minds wander back to days afore our world did burn.

To days when they from on high did deign to grace the base land and walk aside you and I under the gleaming light of the stars their mother had wove oh so long ago.

To days when the one who shaped us and our lands did wander forth to see what had been made by their children’s hands.

Let our tale begin to echo, from lands where the rivers run with the gleam of crystals and where the sea as sapphire shines under the light cast from the Mother’s eyes.

To Fontaine, ever fair and just do we turn our gaze.

To Fontaine where the judge doth preside and her court is held do our eyes drift.

To Fontaine, where she whose words do decide the guilty’s fates does reside.

For in these days most ancient and fair was there the most just and righteous of all servants of the Divine who did preside over those just lands.

Of great beauty was she in those bygone days, with skin of marble and hair of crystalline sapphire with streaks of diamond white woven through the silken locks. The long waves of her sapphire locks oft found themselves with a tri-cone hat resting upon them as their long locks framed a face of sharp cheeks and pointed chin.

Tall was she, a statuesque beauty who was oft garbed in armor of sapphire and cobalt forged to bear resemblance of the all the layers and depths of the terrible and great seas she ruled over, and inlaid with gold and silver was the gleaming armor such that it seemed to radiate a glorious light, and upon her shoulders there was draped a cloak of scales taken from the corpse of one of her great foes during the war of the Archons.

In those ancient days did she hold fast in her hands her great blade, forged of gleaming silver and inlaid with sapphire was the executioner's blade that she bore with pride for she had forged it herself from the remains of many of the demons of her lands that had fallen at her hands both upon the surface of her domain and in the depths of the sea where their bones laid forever unseen.

And great and terrible was this blade, for it was as tall as she who wielded it and, bore the very scales of justice themselves as it’s guard above a grip of leather colored as red as the blood of the guilty that the blade so loved to spill, and on it’s pommel there laid a large and polished sapphire that gleamed with a radiant light when the sun would shine upon it known as ‘The Eye of The Sea’ for it was said to be the eye of the very beast whose bones had been forged into the blade itself.

But greatest and most grand of all of the features of she who presides over Justice held during those long away days were her eyes, and indeed such wondrous orbs they were!

For they were orbs of radiant gold with rings of silver surrounding sapphire pupils that bore within them crystalline white designs of the very scales of justice themselves.

And yet it was not just the magnificence of the wondrous orbs' radiant appearance that made them the grandest feature that the Justiciar of Hydro possessed. For these orbs could tell her the true intentions of any she gazed upon and could likewise pierce through even the greatest and most elaborate web of lies and deception.

And it was with such power at her disposal and with a mind keen and sharp as the blade she bore that she ruled her land in those ancient days, and what a ruler she was! For during those long away days did the lands of Rivers and culture thrive as she ruled with a firm but just hand, and such was the prosperity of her lands and of her people that there did come a day when the most holy and high did descend to meet with this most just of their faithful.

And lo did the Shaper descend from their heavenly throne to appear before the great Justiciar who greeted them with a smile that shone as the diamonds brought forth from the very depths of Liyue.

And the Justiciar did kneel and humble herself afore the most divine, and yet the Shaper wished not for one of their most faithful and just to kneel afor them and did bid her rise, and yet still did she kneel for a moment longer as she took her Shaper’s hand and pressed to it a gentle kiss before she did rise and embrace them and bid them welcome to her home.

And for long did they linger in the land of the Just where the Justiciar did show the most holy the great cities that she had so carefully crafted, where the streets were of rivers and bridges and the buildings were great ivory spires that shone with hints of sapphire and silver under the gleaming rays of the morning light.

It was there that the Shaper found themselves enthralled by the charismatic whit and the guillotine bladed tongue of the woman who commanded the seas of justice, and likewise did she revel in the honest words that came from the woman’s mouth when she spoke of all manner of matters be it in regards to her own creations or the workings of the artists of her land.

And therein lay another thing that did bind these two so tightly together, for they did greatly love to pursue the works of those who let inspiration and wonder take their hands and minds and guide them to craft wonders of their own to further enrich the beauty of the world that the Shaper had crafted oh so long ago.

And in these days of old, where the Justiciar of Hydro would hold her Shaper’s hand as they did walk across the sapphire waters of the canals amidst the ivory stonework of the great city of the land of the waves, did they make merry and revel in the company of each other as they looked upon all that had been wrought by the hands of the Archon and her people as they labored to build forth from the ashes of their war torn lands a new and prosperous realm.

A realm where law was king and justice and wisdom were virtues that heavenly gleamed amidst towering shrines to truth and order that were bathed in the splashing waves of the sapphire seas the ruby blood of heretic and unclean.

And as they wandered through those sapphire streets, the fish below flocking to dance beneath their feet, did she who reigned over justice and the seas take the hand of her beloved and once more press her lips to it as she leaned into their ear and softly spoke-

“My eyes shall ever behold only the truth of this world and of your radiance. Know well that you are eternally safe by my side, for my gaze shall ever know the intentions and flaws of all of whom it rests upon.

By my right as your Divine Judge and your Eyes shall no harm come to you so long as I stand by your side, your eminence. Now, how about we retire to my estate, your grace?

I have recently come into possession of a rather fine vintage I would like to share with someone other than the God of Drunkards. We can enjoy it while we talk about that fool's taste in colors because I swear to you that painting almost made me ill.”

And so it was that they retired to a towering estate of ivory and sapphire stone that sat perched atop a great waterfall, its ivory towers casting their watchful gaze upon all the lands and sea that in its shadows laid.

And there it was in the safety of a study filled with book and scroll drink and conversation did flow as they sat and they spoke of the sights they had seen and of the sights they would see, of dreams both near and oh so far as they both rested and planned a future to carve a better land.

And for many a long long age was this the way that things would be, when the shaper did come to grace Fontaine they would find themselves swept away by the tidal embrace of its ruler, bid to follow as wonders and marvels they were shown by a comrade dearer than most would ever know.

So it was that through these ages their bond grew deep and deeper still, until there came a flame of yearning within the heart of she who championed truth and justice as she labored alongside of the one she had come to cherish to pen the codes of laws that would unify the lands.

Greater and greater did the flame within the sea grow, till it seemed fit to swallow all whole, held fast in check though it was by misplaced guilt and boundless love.

For she who held the flame within did see her hands as far too stained to be laid upon one who should never know pain, and so it was she held the flame back and smothered it with waters black with guilt and hate towards herself that would never abate.

And even as she saw one whose beauty was as the ice she ruled let her own heart melt and swell with the thawing ice of love, did she yet keep her own dulled for far too much of sinners blood had come to stain her hands.

Yet as time marched on she found it oh so hard, to quench and drowned a flame that she yearned to let engulf her till not remained but ashen ground as she saw many others cast their gazes upon the one she adored.

Perhaps a day could have been where the flame was from its cage set free and let to engulf her in a loving inferno, a day when she could have the one she cherished most even if their heart could not be hers alone.

Yet never would this flame catch tinder and set their hearts alight, for their would come that most dreadful of nights, when those who loved and were loved in turn were bid to part as a nation burned.

For the sins of few were wrought upon many and many further still, till all the world would suffer the heretics bill.

For the day would come when the might of gods of Celestial plane and earthly domains fell short before shadowed blades of heresy and lies, and The End the Shaper was bid to court.

And though all were due an equal share of blame, would she who ruled over justice lay it all upon her name.

For in this moment when needed most, when in lands of intent unknown, did her gift and power fail and leave them all to watch the one they loved and cherished most turn to not but celestial motes as to the cosmos and infinite expanse they were bid return.

And oh how grief and anger and madness most profound seize tight and hold the Archon of the Seas who wept and shrieked such that all who dwelt above and below the oceans waves could hear the sound.

Long would she weep and sob as she hid herself away in the depths of her estate, the sigh of the land she had so long hoped to share with the one she cherished most too much for her to bear.

Long would she hid herself away in a tower barred to all but the voices of loathing that within her head did resound their venomed words and poisoned barbs as they drove the Justiciar of Hydro to the ground in heaving sobs and mournful cries as she pleaded to be the one who died instead.

For many a year she would try and drown the voices in solace of bottle of wine, and in comfort of book, although all of these had been poisoned unto her by the memories of whom it was that would sit with her and delight in their shared joy of the tales that lay inscribed upon the pages before their eyes.

Even in sleep was she not granted respite from the hissing voices of guilt and the poisoned words of condemnation, for ever before her gaze would the scene replay and ever would she be the one blamed for failure by the one she loved most of all.

At last no more could she take, when her sleepless nights numbered beyond the count of the stars in the sky, and so did she flee into the depths of a shrine crafted by her own hands, a shrine where the statue of her beloved rested with their hand outstretched for her to take in the middle of a lake she had made within the depths of her estate.

Once she would marvel at the silver and gold and emerald and ruby and sapphire and other precious stones and metals that she had cut and carved herself to decorate the statue of her beloved and the murals that lined the walls of her personal shrine, yet not this time could she bring herself to take in the wondrous site.

Once she would have been careful to not disturb the fish that gathered in the shallow lake around the statue, coming into this holy place from tunnels that lead to ocean depths to pay their own respects but no longer could she care as she cast herself at the statues feet.

There was a time when she would have marveled at the orbs of hydro that bathed the room in ever shifting light, and made the gems engraved ceiling shine like the skies of Teyvat at night, and yet again was the sight to much for her to bear as she placed her face into her palms as she wept and sobbed afr the statue of her most beloved.

And there it was, before the statue she had made to the one she loved most of all with her own two hands so long ago, that she at last allowed for the grief and rage and guilt to surge forth and pull her down into their murky depths as she wailed out for her fallen love to hear-

“Useless!Useless!Useless!Useless!Useless!Useless!Useless!Useless! THESE DAMNED EYES ARE USELESS! How could I not See-!? How Could I not-!? I’m sorry your grace…I…AHHHH!.......These eyes…These eyes do not deserve to see the world you crafted any longer…let this…let this be my first act…of atonement…AHHHHHHHHHH!”

And with a great wail of anguish born of agony not just of flesh but of the soul did she who had long overseen the laws of the world tear from her head the eyes that had failed her when they were needed most of all, and with impetus wrath did she cast them into the depths of the sapphire seas as an offering to her fallen love as sanguine tears flowed from her weeping sockets as she knelt and sobbed afore their alter, her blood staining the waters ruby as she wept.

And as she wept she could not stob the sobbing laughs that tore free from her throat, for oh how long had they said it, how long had they known this would come to be when they cried it out?

Now Justice truly was blind!

And oh how that thought left her cackling in madness and grief till she rolled upon her back and fell still in slumber in those scarlet water till she gathered the strength to leave and search for wraps to cover her now blind sockets.

The doors of her shrine sealing shut behind her, locking away the armor born once in pride so long ago and the torn orbs that still yet glowed from their perch within the statue of the Shaper's hands.

Many a long year would pass as all of Fontaine would weep as their archon hid herself away within the walls of her towering estate, the halls now veiled in ever deepening shadows as she hid herself away from the world that she felt she had failed.

And there she would remain entombed while yet living within the halls of her own estate, not but a specter with bleeding sockets who deigned roam the hall with bottle in one hand and grief in the other as she cried out for the one she failed most of all.

And oh how she wept and cried out for that most holy and high that she felt she had left to die in both her sleeping and waking hours, rivulets of scarlet streaming from her empty sockets as she cried out for both forgiveness and to never be forgiven to be hated and to be loved by the one she had failed oh so much.

For how long it was she languished in the darkened halls of her home, her only companions the servants who remained by her side out of pity and loyalty and the once treasured tomes and scrolls now left to gather dust and tears when her maddening grief engulfs her and bids her smash aside drained bottles of wine and tear at all that lay around her in wrathful frenzy.

For long would she hide herself away in the dark confines of her home, languishing in sorrowful shadows till at last she crept forth from the doors of her estate, a spectral wraith risen from the deepest of sepulchral graven depoths to haunt the living with its presence.

For many a year she would walk the streets of the land she had once so proudly overseen, the light of dawn that once reflected on gleaming cobblestones now forever lost to the endless dark of the grief and despair that festered within her as a rotting wound.

As years passed on and on, the waves of grief and loathing breaking upon her as water does unto stone turned her sobbing into maddened laughter as the cracks within her grew too great for even one as immovable as her to bear.

And thus there came the day, when the drive for justice and for truth was lost to the murky depths, as Minos cast her head back and laughed heartily and madly a grief fueled craze did tightly her heart seize.

And thus did justice fall to not but indulgence and wanton hedonism as she called out for more wine and greater and greater spectacles to immerse herself in, such that she may drown her grief and sorrow and fill the void carved the eroding waters of grief and hatred, though all was in vain for never could the void be filled and so onwards she fell into her spiral of despair.

Soon did Minos turn to the spectacle she had always enjoyed most of all, that spectacle that resounded and clamored from within Justice’s halls.

Oh how her ears rang with delight at the sound of gavel and plea and testimony and cry did only make her feel oh so alive.

For the thrill of the court, the spectacle of trial, and the organized chaos of the law were the banquet of hedonism upon which she would come to dine.

And so it was that she set out to drown herself in these spectacles in full, to bring forth greater and greater clammer and commotion till her pain within was drowned by the tide of it.

She cared not for the pollution of her land’s rivers as it trudged forward, nor of the corruption that began to spread as a pestilence amongst her people, for if anything they were but seasoning to the dish of delight that rang with trial and the end of a life.

Day after day she would labor to alter and warp, to conceal and mislead, to rewrite and remake the very truths and laws that she had once held so very dear.

For in the chaos of the change of a law in the middle of a trial, in the cries of the jurors and judge, in the revelling of either side, did she find a spectacle into which she could flee.

For though her eyes could this sight no longer behold, the sounds alone their story told and made for such a beautiful work that she could never hold back her desire to applaud and call forth for an Encore and for more and more till the void within was field at last and peace she could find from the scathing lambasts that echoed within her own head.

Long was it indeed that she would sit upon a balcony watching the court, veiled in black and mournful suits as she rapped her cane and awaited her newest chance to forget the pain within.

Long was the time where she let her land swell with the rot of corruption and lawlessness let run amok as the land was bid to suffer for the greed of the people till waters so pristine no matched the murky depths into which she had sunk.

And though there were yet those who fought and labored hard to keep the flame of truth and justice alight, they found themselves falling afore the blight, and so with their dying breaths they cried out for one to come and save their lands even as they felt themselves begin to fall into the reaper’s hands.

And yet their prayers were not in vain, for there did come a day when all of this would change, for by design of fate or heavenly will a star had come to show their lady that there was reason to have hope and joy and purpose still.

To let not despair and pain her mind consume, for the time would soon be for the faithful to be given their due.

At first they were but whispered words, of a Star that walked on two legs, with hair and eyes of molten gold and power beyond the visions of the heavens, that walked the world and change and wonder brought as there was with them a feeling long thought forever lost.

For indeed it was said that there was wrapped around this wandering Star was the feeling of grace long since lost when both Celestia and the Seven pillar were bid to hang their heads in disgrace for a failure supreme above all when they did allow for the one who their world shaped by traitors blades to fall.

And those who were saved by them did cry out ‘lo indeed there was a Star that crossed the land, a Star that took the faithful’s hand, and bid them rise from dark abyss unto the light of heavenly bliss’.

For their coming did herald well, the day when with joys the bells would be rung, to herald forth a day of reunion and of the broken world being made whole once more as the choirs of Celestia sung.

For the coming of the Star upon their lands did herald forth that most auspicious and holy of days, when pain and grief and sorrow would fade, and the beginning of a new world there would be made.

At first these rumors of grace and light, of change and of return she would not abide, ‘heresy’ and ‘lies’ she did them decry as ruinous judgment upon her land she turned, fury such the sea seemed fit to burn.

For how could it be that one who the world had failed would ever come to return to it?

How could it be that the one she cherished and failed most of all would deign return to the one who let them fall.

And yet there did come a day, when from across sea and wave the star did come, and with them came the light not of morning dawn but of the heavens themselves come alight to rejoice for the returning of Teyvat’s own guiding light.

Of how it was that the Star and her would meet this humble bard can tell not, only that it must have been through a most grand and wondrous feat for how else could it ever be, when the Star who walks is concerned?

Of what was done and what was said betwixt the grief blinded archon and the grace blessed Star I do not know, but only that it must have been far more than quarrels and blows for both would walk away alive with one holding a flame within newly bid alight by grace and the Divines loving sight.

Indeed this flame rekindled would burn and burn bright, away it would burn the dark of grief, and away it torch the creeping shadows of guilt, and at last it would ignite the fetid abyss of loathing and despair until not remained of them but ash and dust to be swallowed by the reborn seas.

For within her here now burned a flame of that most dangerous and wondrous of things, that thing which bids men rise against gods and gods to trample men, a feeling so intoxicating that even the most potent of liquors is but pond water in compare, a feeling that drove her forth to call out to her servants that yet lingered in her halls-

“Cast down these curtains that have so long hid my halls, and then send out for my Justicars to come and gather at once!” As she thundered down the halls, feet bearing her to a door so long unused it was thought to be not but part of the wall as she continued-

“Tell them to be donned as their ancestors wore, their blades are to be sharp and the shields are to be sturdy, and each ought to have with them a length of thick rope and parchment and pen now hurry and move as the winds!” She bellowed as she opened the doors to her personal shrine, whirling to stretch out her hand to the Star which she had bid to follow as she continued-

“Star of distant lands blessed by most holy hands, come forth with me and bear witness to the rebirth of the Ruler of The Seas.” She spoke with tender softness as the Star took her hand and vanished with her into depths unseen.

And the servants did hurry to their ladies' words, many working at casting down the dark curtains which had long hid the estates halls in great darkness as their peers took from the manner like great gales of wind bore them as they surged to relay their ladies' words.

And from the city commotion there did come as man and woman were roused by the servants cries-

“Justicars! Justicars! Her Honor summons thee! With haste don the steel and plate in colors of golden days, fetch rope and sharpened blade and parchment and pen and hurry forth to the estate of your lady!” This they bellowed as they raced through the city streets.

And as the Justicars did as they were bade there came forth from the shrine of their lady a dazzling glow, a cry of joy and rapturous delight that heralded well the beginning of the Sinner’s Blight.

For there came from those depths not the battered and broken husk that had loomed over them like a rotting wreck left to suffer the wrath of tides upon stone and sand, but rather a sight that from their lungs took their breath as they knelt in awe.

For behold! A broken woman she was no more, but the Archon of Justice she was reborn!

Har armor ages old yet gleamed as new, same as the blade she held aloft in one hand and the ancient tome of law she clasped in the other.

And yet it was not armor or tome or blade that stole their breaths but rather something lost since long before their forebears' deaths.

For upon them were the orbs of she who had been the Divine Judge, the one who had penned the laws of the world in those bygone eras and who now seemed to have been reborn afore them, her full and terrible majesty restored.

And to those who knelt before her this she called, this she spoke which bid cheer and joyous clamor arise, as the flames of justice began to illuminate the night-

“Behold, for by the grace of the Mother. The Guide and The Shaper am I once more the Divine Judge! Once more do my eyes behold this world and see well how its beauty has been tarnished by the filth of the guilty and abhorrent who dare to blaspheme the radiance of the most holy!

Let the gallows be readied and the blades of the guillotines be sharpened! Let the Justicars don their armor and take up their arms anew for once more shall we bring law and order to this world!

Let the rivers run crimson and the oceans turn sanguine, let their blood and flesh be an offering to the most high and holy! May the guilty find atonement in death for no longer shall their lives be tolerated!

Now go and spread forth law and order to this world once more, from Snezhnaya to Mondstadt shall we march till the trees are full and the crows upon faithless and heretic feast!

May the Guide be ready with their scythe for the time has come for the crops of the rotten souls of the faithless to be reaped and set to suffer eternally amidst the wailing darkness of the abyss as the souls of the faithful are elevated unto the heavens!

May the Mother turn upon their homes her wrath and fury and lay them low until not even their foundations are left to sully the world of the Shaper’s design with their contaminated presences!

And may the gaze of the Shaper be upon us as we wipe clean the filth and detritus of the heretic and the apostate and the infidel from their masterpiece!

Your holiness watch over us and know that never again shall my eyes fail you, for soon shall they once more see your radiance.

Let our crusade begin!”

Fin

So what do you think, is this a merry mess of a train wreck or something actually semi-decent? I cannot rhyme to save my life, so writing like how I imagine Venti would sing is something very very draining for me to do, and I am not that satisfied with it overall for a whole host of other reasons ranging from feeling like it is too rushed in spots, too my feeling of not doing a good job at keeping the tone I was going for throughout it consistent.

Either way, as I said at the beginning I will be posting my headcanons for the Hydro Archon after this, please keep an eye out for them and let me know what you think.

With that said, stay safe and have a great day.

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