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Cupid and Me - Yuki Tsunoda x ColombianOlympicArchery! Reader

Plot: Yuki loves watching archery… and of course he supports the Japanese Team, however he can’t help being entranced by the Colombian Lady, and he thinks it’s time to become Cupid himself even though your aim is way better!

Yuki was always into sports, not just karting going into F1 but he loved Golf, Football, Swimming, he loved it all. So when AlphaTauri gave him the chance to go and watch the summer Olympics for a few days in the off season as a means for content he was so excited to be a part of it.

He started off his day watching a Basketball match. He sat watching happily to see who would win between Finland and China.

The atmosphere was always so incredible and the amount of different fans you would that had travelled half way across the world just to see these sports and people compete for their country was incredible.

The next place he was to go to, was Archery. He was extremely excited, knowing the people he’d be rooting for were good at these kinds of sports that required that extra level of intellect and precision.

While he held up his Japanese flag for the woman who currently held the highest score of the match, having a bullseye and a few 8’s and 9’s his gaze wondered over to you, who was just about to start.

You were tall, fierce and your sleek dark hair up in a claw clip keeping it in place out of your face.

Now Yuki didn’t believe in love at first sight but when he saw you pull back the now and line it up close to your nose to get the perfect shot, and he saw you immediately hit a 9 and celebrate in a loud and almost boisterous manner he couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter.

It was stupid really, he was there in the stands waving a Japanese flag to support his own country and his people, but you stood there with the Colombian flag on the back of your team gear along with your name and number he couldn’t help it.

As the game went on, he found himself learning more about you, from the way you talked to the other contenders with a bright smile on your face, or nodding your head while your trainer chatted your ear of no doubt about strategy and where you were lacking, not that Yuki thought you were, you were storming your contestants.

“Can I get a picture with the winner, I think it’ll be good for content?” He asked once it was obvious you were going to be the winner.

“Yea, let’s pray the Japanese team pull through so you can hold the flag up together but that Colombian girl, Y/N is the Archer himself!” She exclaims seeing Y/N pull another bullseye.

You ended up winning gold, a Japanese girl called Ai and an American called April.

“Y/N there’s someone who wants to take a picture with you and meet you” you trainer says as you finish your celebrations holding up the other girls flags while they had pictures with their flowers before they held up yours.

“Oh yeah who is it!” You smile, wondering if it was a fan or another celebrity.

“It’s Yuki Tsunoda? He’s a Japanese F1 driver!” She answers and you nod, being sort of familiar with the popular driving sport.

“Sure, where is he! Send him my way!” You grinned excited to meet another athlete.

Yuki came in and you were shocked to see how short he was, around 5’2 whereas you were around 5’7. But he was cutely pocked sized - how on Earth was he an F1 driver.

You were in thought as he shyly came up to you. Be polite, great him in his own language.

“Kon'nichiwa” you test, with a polite bow. You’d learnt greetings in most languages, as an Olympian it was always in your mind that you should hold the upmost respect to your competitors.

“Oh, you speak Japanese?” He asks with an even shyer smile on his face.

“Jakkan” you grin indicating that you only knew a little bit of the language, with a wolffish type of smile that had Yuki’s face bursting with Red as he couldn’t take his gaze from you and how captivating you were.

“Okay, how about that photo?” The Alphatauri manager asks directing you to to stand next to each other.

“Hey, you want to wear my medal?” You’d asked him, another grin on your face as you stated to take it off from around you next.

“No no no. It’s yours!” He cries as if it’s the most outrageous thing ever, but you stop him and place it around his neck! In the photo you have your arm around his shoulder your opposite hand pointing to the medal with your mouth open in an excited way.

Yuki is all smiles and before you know it, the managers have left the pair of you alone and your both talking.

He’s asking you about how you got into archery and your talking about how he got into F1 and how it feels to drive a car as quickly as that, and when you both delve a little deeper you find the feels of releasing the arrow and launching as the lights go out isn’t too dissimilar.

“You want to join me for dinner?” You ask boldly, not that it was a scary situation for you, you were normally quiet upfront when it came to things like this so it didn’t feel too odd.

“Yes, I think I’d really enjoy that!” He smiled.

And that was the start of a beautiful new relationship formed through observation, love at first sight and a little help in hand from Cupid.

y/user

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y/user: Met a guy, became Cupid 💘 made him fall in love with me 😉

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yukitsunoda0511: I tried to be Cupid first - but her aim is too good!

-> y/user: I’m just too appealing! Love you Yuki 🥰

fan1: omggggg the height difference between them is just so cute!

pierregasly: Yuki my friend, you fell hard! But you picked a good one!

alphatauri: New WAG Alert! We love you Y/N!

fan2: oh she’s the one … I know it - that is the look of love!

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𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲| senna!reader

chapter one: controversy

warnings: parental death, senna!reader was born in '93, adriane galisteu is your mom, mentions of death

YN Galisteu Senna, the daughter of the late racing legend Ayrton Senna, is set to join her cousin, Bruno Senna, in the 2012 season. The move has caused quite a stir in the racing community, as it marks the first time that two relatives of Ayrton Senna will be racing together.

Ayrton Senna was one of the most successful Formula One drivers of all time, having won three world championships during his career and is still remembered fondly by many fans. His legacy is now being carried on by his daughter and his nephew, which will surely bring much attention to the Williams team.

While YN Senna has had success in the lower levels of racing, there are some in the racing community that have voiced their concerns over her lack of experience compared to experienced drivers. However, the Williams team has expressed their confidence in YN, citing her family lineage and natural driving talent as a sign of her potential and ability to compete in the highest levels of Formula One.

For the Senna family, this is undoubtedly a dream come true. Ayrton Senna's racing career was cut short by his untimely death in 1994, but now his daughter and nephew will be able to carry on his legacy and compete alongside each other in the highest levels of racing.

No matter how well YN Senna performs in the upcoming 2012 season, the fact that she will be racing alongside her cousin, Bruno Senna, will make for an interesting story, and one that will be remembered for years to come. The move has certainly caused much controversy, but it is also a unique and exciting moment in the history of Formula One racing.

𝙴𝚇𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙿𝚃 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙶𝚀'𝚂 𝙳𝙴𝙲𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟷 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙸𝙴𝚆 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚈𝙽 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙽𝙰

Q: How did you feel when you heard that Williams had signed you for the upcoming season?

Y: I was so excited and overwhelmed to be given the opportunity to join the Williams F1 team. It was a dream come true and I am so grateful for this chance.

Q: What is it like to be driving with your cousin Bruno Senna?

Y: It's amazing to be able to share this experience with my cousin. It's a privilege to be able to race with him. We have a great relationship and I'm looking forward to the season ahead.

Q: Do you feel any pressure to perform?

Y: I feel pressure to perform, but I'm also very confident in my ability. I'm confident that I can use my experience to succeed in this very competitive sport.

Q: What do you think will be the biggest challenge for you this season?

Y: I think the biggest challenge this season will be the learning curve. There's so much to learn from the other drivers and teams and I'm sure I'll face some difficult moments. I'm confident that I can overcome them though.

Q: What are your goals for the season?

Y: My main goal is to learn as much as I can. Ultimately, I want to be in the best position possible to one day compete for a Formula One championship.

Q: What is your opinion about people doubting your ability to drive in Formula One?

Y: Uh, I wish to prove their doubts wrong?

ˢᵘᶰᵈᵅʸ, ᵐᵅʳᶜʰ ¹⁸ᵗʰ, ²⁰¹²

ᵅᶫᵇᵉʳᵗ ᵖᵅʳᵏ, ᵅᵘˢᵗʳᵅᶫⁱᵅ

Qualifying had gone well; securing a p11. The walk to the Williams was brief, stopping only when I made it to my driver's room. I made haste to change into my suit. Time seemed to have sped up, only stopping when Bruno yelled at me. I walked over to where the car was parked. I got into the car, the engineers were talking to me. I didn't hear all of what they said, only warm and tires.

Time seemed to fly past, only stopping when the checkered flag waved only a couple hundred yards ahead.

"P6!"

"Where's Bruno?"

"He didn't finish due to a collision."

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[euripidestrousers]

What are your big wolfstar hc?

Ooh good question!

I tend to change my hcs based on the AU I'm writing, but i am not exaggerating when I say these little freaks are Always on My Mind so I have an ungodly amount of canon-themed hcs. Here we go:

- Remus is one of the only people Sirius cuts a fair amount of slack. Sirius has high standards and expectations of others but he has a huge Remus-shaped blind spot, so will find reasons to excuse Remus' sometimes shitty behaviour. He has heart shaped eyes for his gangly, sly, avoidant attachment style man.

- Remus sleeps like an absolute log, anywhere, anytime. Sirius has always been a light sleeper, wakes easily, and doesn't sleep much.

- They kept their casual fucking-turned relationship secret until well after graduating. The only ones who knew were James, Lily and Peter. Lily was the first one to figure it out because poor James had been in the trenches, so used to his friends' flirting that he didn't even clock it anymore. It brought Lily and Sirius together because he had someone to talk about it with, the first person he'd met who wasn't a casual homophobe about it, and was sympathetic.

- Second to this! James and Peter weren't always rainbow flag waving allies. They were teenage boys in the 70s - they'd drop casual homophobic comments all the time before finding out about their friends. Sirius joined in sometimes to hide it from James (he never cared what anyone else would think but he was secretly afraid of losing closeness with James), and Remus went very quiet whenever this happened. James was surprised at first when he found out but came around within minutes and apologised for being a thoughtless dick when he was younger.

- Peter most definitely used Remus and Sirius' tumultuous relationship against them. Remus was very avoidant about coming out and Sirius, while not his highest priority, resented having to hide. They bickered about it and Peter would often throw a spanner in to make their fighting worse.

- Sirius' hair is a good indicator of his mental health. While he's not vain he tends to keep it neat and out of the way when he's in a good place mentally. When he's fighting inner demons he lets it go and Remus knows this. He uses it as a Sirius-meter, and knows when it's starting to get long and unkempt to gently pry into what's going on with him.

- They do the crossword puzzles together most mornings (when Remus gets up in time)

- Sirius is fantastic at baking although he only did it once or twice for Lily's birthday (per her request). Remus is the cook for both of them, although when Sirius isn't there he sustains himself on tea, biscuits and deeply suppressed anxiety.

- Sirius is a singer when he's in a good mood. Remus adores coming home to hear his deep voice belting out a mix of muggle and wix songs because it means Sirius is in his happy place. Sirius is a serenader - it starts as a joke but there's a soft look in his eye when sings while he spins Remus around the kitchen. It's one of Remus' favourite Sirius-isms

- Sirius jokes about Remus' lycanthropy to make light of it. He can be a bit callous and insensitive about it at times, but his candour does make Remus feel less like a monster.

- They are god-awful at communicating as they're both rather private, skeptical people. While it's something they have in common and respect about each other, it makes for difficulties in a relationship.

- Sirius is a Nightmare when he's bored so Remus has a mental Rolodex of thought-provoking questions to stop him from wreaking havoc (or just being annoying). As soon as he sees the restlessness starting, he casually brings up that new law about to pass in the goblin senate, and how it might affect non-human creatures in the wizarding world. He still hasn't recovered from the time Sirius got bored and took apart his record player to see how it worked and he's not getting caught out again. This is also one of the reasons why Remus is in Sirius' top 3 favourite people - he always has something interesting to say and will happily debate for hours. Sirius is hardly ever bored around him.

- Neither of them are jealous lovers. Remus' self-worth is in the toilet, so if he sees someone flirting with Sirius he just feels miserable and spirals, thinking about how Sirius can do so much better than him. Sirius is a fiercely loyal person so he never flirts back and thinks Remus' self-image issues are ridiculous. On the odd occasion that someone flirts with Remus, Sirius rather enjoys it because a) it's ammunition for teasing and Remus will go bright red when he brings it up, and b) Watching Remus eventually realise he's being flirted with is prime entertainment - he fumbles and blushes so hard and almost takes out whoever's around in his haste to flee. It's priceless. Also - Sirius is extremely self-assured and knows his partner is hopelessly gone for him and would never cheat. Trust is extremely important to them both.

- Remus is extremely unpleasant around the full moon. He's got all sorts of aches and pains, has trouble sleeping properly, fatigue, and nausea issues. It makes him irritable and snappy. Sirius is incredibly patient with him and gives him space. He doesn't take Remus' mood to heart and occupies himself while Remus wallows. He's always there when Remus finally emerges from his misery to pitifully request a massage or a pain potion, and is uncharacteristically soft with him during the full moon period.

- Sirius. Cannot. Stand. the way Remus runs away from problems. It's his biggest pet peeve and it's a source of some of their biggest fights.

- Remus is mostly vanilla-aligned but is open to trying whatever new thing Sirius comes home with, smiling giddily and clutching a new toy or book with a spell he wants to try out. Occasionally Sirius will strike gold and find a kink Remus is wild for (ahem, praise kink), and is horribly smug about it

- Sirius is hopelessly gone for Remus' feigning innocence, lying through his teeth act. He doesn't understand it, but seeing Remus lie point blank to someone's face with those big, trustworthy brown eyes, sends him off-the chain, I-need-to-fuck-this-man-right-now-wild and he has no clue why. Remus is aware of this.

- They are mostly switchy but will go for months at a time with a preference for topping/bottoming. When Remus is feeling particularly insecure he tends to want to be fucked intimately, face-to-face, where he can see every twitch in Sirius' face, can catalogue the evidence of how much Sirius adores him. Sirius is just happy to be along for the ride because this way he can completely blanket Remus and grind slowly, swallowing every one of Remus' whimpers and broken moans as he fucks him slowly and thoroughly. Sirius can't get enough of taking him apart, finding his limits, anything that breaks Remus' finely tuned composure.

- Sirius is awful at apologies when they're younger. He has trouble admitting or even seeing his wrongs. After becoming an animagus he finds that it's much easier to apologise as Padfoot. After a fight he'll go for a rage-fuelled long walk or bike-ride, and cool down. When he's said or done something he regrets, he'll come home as Padfoot, tail drooping and wagging hopefully, big grey eyes fixed on Remus. He'll sidle up to him and just stare, wagging his tail. Remus knows exactly what he's doing but it's impossible to stay mad at him like this and he begrudgingly accepts that it's Sirius' way of apologising. It's not the healthiest communication tactic but they're not perfect. Once Sirius receives a begrudging head scratch, he changes back to his human form and acts like they never fought. It's annoyingly effective.

- Remus absolutely loathes flying on Sirius' motorbike. He begrudgingly admits it's hot to see Sirius dismounting, windswept, leather jacket donned, but god help him he'll do anything to avoid joining him on that death-trap. The only upside is that when he gets cajoled into riding, he can wrap around Sirius like a squid, burying his face in his back, and it's the only way it feels even slightly safe. Sirius secretly loves when Remus does this, and although he doesn't know what cute aggression is, it makes him want to squeeze Remus until his head pops off.

- Sirius is The Garbage Bin of the relationship. Oh you're not gonna finish your dinner? Pass it on over. Random assortment of treats Remus can't finish? Munches on them instead of meals. He often forgets to eat so he gets what he can when he can - ADHD eating style. Remus is the sick Victorian child, 'i can't eat too much dairy or I'll die'. Takes one bite of an apple and feels sick, Sirius, come get your snack, boy.

- Neither of them ever wanted kids but they both like children, which is a surprise to both of them. Given the chance, they are the Coolest Uncles, although Remus is cagey about their relationship and insists they're just best pals that live together until Harry is old enough to call bullshit, and Sirius just shrugs like 'yeah, he's weird about it. If you ask him about it he'll run away to Turkey. I'm working on it.'

Wowwww okay I have so many more but I have to stop somewhere. I hope you don't regret asking this question anon! You have opened Pandora's box

[s7-evermore]

[The Boyfriend Contract] Ch. 1 - The Cost of Opportunity

This is The Boyfriend Contract series, Chapter One. Inspired by The Love Hypothesis and The Business Proposal. Azul Ashengrotto x fem! Yuu (reader) You can view this on ao3. Ch. 2

Opportunity Cost in economics is defined as the highest-valued alternative that is sacrificed when making a decision-- in this case, it's my dignity... and possibly my freedom.

In Yuu’s defense, it was his fault.

She was supposed to be aiming for his cheek, if only he hadn’t turned his head to look at her, she wouldn’t have accidentally kissed him on the lips after claiming to some obsessed guy that she was dating him.

But she had to make it look natural, so deepening the kiss was the only way to go.

Thank the Sevens that Azul was a good actor— after hearing her ridiculous claim and feeling their lips together, he couldn’t look like the fool in the situation, so he adjusted himself to her kiss. His tense shoulders lowered, making it look like he was somewhat relaxed and he leaned closer to her. The kiss felt awkward, uncomfortable, fucking painful— but some delusional and lonely ass part of her thought it felt somewhat nice. Had Azul always been this tall? Although she was shorter than almost everyone in NRC (Riddle and Epel included), she had to tiptoe even further and crane her neck just to deepen the kiss, and that was kind of hot—

Nope. No no no no NO. She shouldn’t be enjoying this, not when she’s literally kissing one of the biggest red flags in all of NRC.

When the pain in the ass was gone, she pulled away— giving him the chance to finally stare at her in disbelief.

“…Did you just…?”

Simply hearing his voice made her want to jump into a ditch and die right there, but since they were still surrounded by people, she had to pull him outside and into some secluded corner before—

“I’M SO SORRY!”

He flinched as she bowed deeply, apologizing with all her remaining energy. As much as she wanted to bury herself six feet under, this was reality, and reality states that she couldn’t do that.

Maybe not now.

She heard him clear his throat. Maybe he was disgusted? Repulsed? She doesn’t know what her current relationship status was with Azul, though she had called him a friend once, she wasn’t really sure if he saw her that way.

“Can I get an explanation?” His voice sounded the way it normally was. Serene, like ocean waves on a nice summer day. The kind you can relax to, and it was suave, somehow. Befitting of a handsome businessman like him.

Did she just say ‘handsome’? Did she just think ‘handsome’?

Well. In all honesty, it was the truth. She was sure that anyone could admit that. If she didn’t know him personally, she might have been attracted to him. Azul was no average face after all— and if he was, he would be the “super handsome” average type.

“I—“ She stood up properly as she covered her face. It was hot. Her face was hot. Or maybe her hands were just cold. “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Is...that so?” His words drawled on as he looked at her skeptically, or uncertainly, she actually didn’t know. Normally she could read people well, but her brain was too messed up to understand what his face was trying to do. “Perhaps you can explain to me what’s going on?”

Ah, so he was trying to discern why the fuck she just kissed him. Easy enough.

“Well, um…”

Okay, not easy enough.

She suddenly remembered that this was Azul Ashengrotto she was talking to. If she decided to vent to HIM of ALL PEOPLE about a guy who wouldn’t leave her the hell alone, he would have taken the kiss as leverage for him helping her, and in turn, make her feel indebted to him for allowing her to use him to get away from a suitor.

Everyone knows that there will always be a catch when someone becomes indebted to Azul.

“Look,” She sighed, “No offense but this is really none of your business.”

He stared at her for a moment before nodding, returning to his ‘serious businessman mode’ (that’s what she and her friends called it), “I understand.”

She sighed, one of relief this time. She wanted to just walk away and forget everything.

“I suppose I’ll just go back to school and file a complaint on sexual misconduct with academic peers.”

She nodded, “Yeah, okay I’ll— wait…what?!”

“I’ll be on my way.”

“WAIT!” She grabbed his hand to stop him from walking away. It was easy enough for him to shrug her off, but he didn’t. Instead, he actually stopped and turned back to look at her, as though to consider her desperation.

“Explain the kiss.”

She groaned, letting go of his hand in order to fiddle with her own. Even if she ran away from him now, he would investigate her matter later. No one kisses Azul Ashengrotto out of nowhere, after all. Unless you want to be in complete debt to him or…you know, in love with him. Highly unlikely. For her, at least.

“Kelvin Watson,” She told him.

He raised a brow, giving no indication of knowing the name.

“He’s a regular in the cafe I work at during the weekends.”

“It’s Friday today.”

“Yeah, I know, but I told the owner in advance that I would be able to work today since classes ended early and he needed more hands. Anyway, I came to work today and for some reason, Kelvin knew I was going to be there. He always seems to know whenever I’m there, and the owner says he only goes to the cafe during the weekends, aka during my shifts. Isn't that kinda weird??”

He nodded slowly as if to process every word she uttered.

“He was nice at first, really sweet and all that. But then he tried to court me, and I’m not really into that whole dating scene right now —school, Grim, trying to get back to my world and all that— so I rejected him. But the guy just wouldn’t get the memo and kept trying to ask me out whenever he had the chance.”

He just…stared at her.

“And…what does that have to do with me?”

“I— ugh—“ she covered her face, dragging her hands down in exasperation, “After my shift ended earlier he tried to ask me out AGAIN and I was so sick of his advances that I got desperate, and I—“

She hesitated for a bit, only to continue when Azul’s eyes narrowed.

“…I saw you come in and thought to pretend that you were my boyfriend or something to drive him away since you were a familiar face, so I… I didn’t really think?”

“Obviously,” He muttered under his breath.

“Hey! I was only supposed to kiss your cheek, okay? I didn’t know you were suddenly gonna turn your head!”

“And your instinct was to continue kissing me?”

“I just—! I was trying to make it look natural! It’s not like I wanted to kiss—“ She felt her cheeks heat up at the memory, and she tried desperately to shake it from her head. “Listen, I’m so, so, so sorry about that, okay?”

“Are you really?” He crossed his arms.

“Please don’t report me,” She pleaded as she looked up at him, “I really meant to just go for your cheek. I’m sorry if I made you really uncomfortable…” and please don’t drag me into a contract.

Now that she had the time to think about it a bit better (without the stress of having an obsessive boy trying to get her attention), she realized the abomination of her situation. She really had just grabbed a random guy from her school, claimed she was dating him, and kissed him on the lips (even though it wasn’t her intention).

Not to mention, this guy was literally on the list of top students not to mess with unless you wanted a death wish (or everything you cherished taken away from you). Notorious for his elaborate and sly schemes, his greediness for money, and his perfectly put-together demeanor that made him appear like an angel. It doesn’t help that he was blessed with such a handsome face—

Ugh. There she was again.

There was no excuse for what she had done. She had practically harassed him by kissing him without his consent, intentional or not, so he had every right to report her if he wanted. Knowing Azul though, he would do anything to make sure he gains the upper hand in the situation, even if it cost her her time.

(One thing, however, is that she knows that she would agree to it as long as it didn’t involve handing him Ramshackle Dorm. Because at that point she will actually beat the shit out of him if he pulls that shit again.)

“No, I’m sorry. You have every right to report me… intentional or not, I’m sure you felt uncomfortable. I just… I didn’t…” She just wanted to go back home and sleep, maybe forget about the whole thing. “Look, I’m going to leave now, okay? Thanks and… I’m so, so, so, so sorry.”

She turned on her heel and ran away, leaving the Octavinelle housewarden in his own thoughts.

She sprinted through the streets, passing by stalls, shops, passersby, and some students from Night Raven who were still in their uniforms. She ran past a middle-aged lady walking her dog, a classic red car zoomed past her, and suddenly the next bus stopped at the station where she arrived just in time.

She made sure to sit at the very back, ignoring every other passenger as she pulled out her headphones and proceeded to lose herself in her own thoughts and guilt.

What a shitty day.

Unbeknownst to her, Azul Ashengrotto was still standing right where she left him— thinking about her. Her eyes, her red cheeks, her predicament, her cute face, her soft, soft lips… And the things she told him when they were in the Atlantica Memorial Museum…

A/N - hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter of The Boyfriend Contract. This is mainly a passion project of some sort. Updates will be pretty slow since I'm a busy student, please be understanding.

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P206 「『兵は半ば渡して討て』という言葉があります」クレオが言った。 “There’s a saying that goes, ‘attack when the army is in the middle of a crossing’,” said Cleo.

「川や湖を渡っている部隊はその半分が上陸した時、つまり兵力が少なく、かつ攻撃の成果を最大限に得られる時に討ち取れ、という兵法ですが……」 “In other words, if you attack your opponent while he’s part way through crossing a river or a lake, with only half his forces available, you have the highest chance of victory.”

飛刀を腰に差しながら、クレオが続ける。 Stowing her throwing daggers in her belt, she continued.

「私たちの上陸を待っているところをみると、テオ様は鉄甲騎馬隊に自信がおありなの、でしょう」 “Seeing as how Lord Teo is waiting for us to disembark, he must be very confident in his armored cavalry.”

「そうかもしれない……」 “I guess so.”

楼を握りしめ、ティルは船から飛び降りた。 Grasping his staff with both hands, Tir jumped down from the boat.

火炎槍の威力をティルはまだ知らなかったが、心のなかではこう思っていた。 Tir did not yet know the power of the fire spears, but in his heart he had only one wish.

父さん、逃げてくれーー。 Please, Father, just run away.

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マッシュが軍を整え部隊を草原に展開した時、テオは五百歩ほど離れた位置で鉄甲騎馬隊を横一線に並べて待ちかまえていた。 Mathiu sent the troops prepared for battle out onto the plains. From his position five hundred paces away, Teo awaited them, his armored cavalry units lined up in a neat row.

その後方には、赤いマントを翻したア��ンと緑の着衣と銀の鎧に身を包んだグレンシールが率いる、騎馬隊を中心とした本隊がひしめいていた。 Crowding behind those troops were the main cavalry units led by Alen, his red cape fluttering, and Grenseal, clad in green, his silver armor shining.

鉄甲騎馬隊約三千、本隊約一万一千。 The armored cavalry numbered about three thousand, and the main force roughly eleven thousand.

対する解放軍は、火炎槍を準備したビクトール、フリック、ハンフリーの三隊を先頭に、 On the other side was the Liberation Army. Viktor, Flik, and Humphrey led three fire spear units at the front,

p207 左翼にレパント、右翼にバレリア。 flanked by Lepant on the left and Valeria on the right.

中盤にはカイとバルカスの率いる歩兵がつき、後方にはキルキス、ローレライ、ルビィの射手がついていた。 In the middle were the foot soldiers led by Kai and Varkas. At the rear were Kirkis, Lorelai, and Ruby’s archery units.

さらに兵力は少ないものの、ルックも魔術師部隊を率いて参戦していた。 Furthermore, though their military strength was limited, Luc also led a unit of mages.

その兵力約一万二千ーー。 All in all, they numbered about twelve thousand.

テオの軍と解放軍の、まさに総力戦となった。 Teo’s army and the Liberation Army were on the verge of war.

戦意に満ちあふれる兵の間を抜け、ティルがマッシュと共に陣頭に立つ。 The soldiers were ready to fight. Tir and Mathiu stood together at the head of the army, a little ways away from the fighting units.

すると鉄甲騎馬隊の間からも、馬に乗ったテオが姿を現した。 Teo rode out from among the armored cavalry units.

「反逆者よ！よく聞くがよい！！ 」剣を振りかざして、テオが叫んだ。 “Listen well, traitors!” he roared, drawing his sword.

「何度やっても同じことだ！我が鉄甲騎馬隊にかなう者などない！！無駄に血を流すな！！」 “Try as many times as you might, the result will be the same! None can win against my armored cavalry! You are spilling blood pointlessly!”

「帝国の名を借りた盗賊に貸す耳はないぞ！！」部隊の左手から声があがった。叫んだのはレパントだった。 “I have no ear to lend to common thieves who put the name of the Empire to shame!” came a return shout from the unit on the left side. It was Lepant.

「貴様らこそ、我���が軍の巻き起こす烈風に、虐げられた民の悲しみの声を聞くがよい！！ 」 “You are the ones who will be left in the dust of our gale! Listen to the voices of the oppressed and suffering people of this country!”

二人のやりとりにティルの胸は痛んだが、もう悲しむ暇も苦しんでいる余裕もなかった。 Their exchange made Tir’s heart ache, but there was no time or room left for sadness or suffering.

「全軍進め！！」 テオが鉄甲騎馬隊に号令を下した。 Teo gave the order to his armored cavalry. “All units, advance!”

十分に休息を取ったガルホースが大地を蹴り、怒濤のごとく飛び出してきた。 The gulhorses, well rested after their ten minute break, stampeded across the earth, leaping and surging like waves.

「火炎槍の威力を見せよ！！」 “Witness the might of our fire spears!”

マッシュが部下に旗を振らせ、ビクトールら前衛を前に出す。 Mathiu motioned to his subordinate to wave the flag and Viktor’s unit at the front advanced.

三隊は真横に並び、鉄甲騎馬隊を待ち受けた。 Three armored cavalry units lined up side-by-side awaited them.

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Chapter 10 (Frozen Storm)

[Tw: blood, abuse mention]

Orion and M'eudail sat together, a fish in M'eudail's clawed, webbed hands, and a bowl of soup in Orion's. The two men sat in comfortable silence, a magical flame burning between them and lighting up the quarters, whilst not catching fire to any of the wood and Orion's gaze drifted to his bedside cabinet, the key still in the lock. The mer's gaze shifted to follow where he was looking, reaching out with a tentacle to open it whilst the captain was distracted. Orion gently pulled the tentacle away with a soft sigh, unlocking it himself and pulling out a simple, gold band. “My wedding band.” He passed it to the mer, who held it gently, turning it over in his fingers and examining the sun marking that was etched into it, drifting one webbed finger over it carefully, before passing it back to the Captain. The two men sat together in a comfortable silence, hands almost interlocking but not quite. The door to his quarters was rapped upon gently, and Orion lifted his head, smiling at the sight of his first mate Sirius, even if he couldn't see it, but then fell at the worried look on his face, standing. "Captain, the uh.. first mate of the Sunfall is here to speak with you, she says it's urgent..." The captain buried his head in his hands with an exasperated sigh, patting Nana and putting his coat on, putting the wedding band back into the cabinet and closing it. M'eudail nodded to him, waving as he left and drying his hand so he could stroke the cat gently while he was gone. Rain was pattering across the deck, Orion nestling his head into his coat a little more on instinct, Sunny standing by the front mast, waiting for him. Worry was etched onto her face, and there was a prickle along the back of his spine. Something was deeply, terribly wrong. She nodded to him. "And what can I do for you, Bashra. " Though his eyes were narrowed with suspicion, his voice held warmth, kindness, care for the girl even if her loyalty was to Helio. Sirius shuffled to stand beside him, holding onto Orion's shoulder both to steady himself, and know where he was, his sightless eyes unfocused and staring at the sea.

"It's the Captain, our Captain. Something's... wrong with him, real wrong. He's been covered in this green stuff since last night, he threatened to attack one of the crew and-" Orion cut her off gently. "Slow down. So you say he's been covered in this green... stuff? Do you know what it is?" He questioned, and Sunnty shook her head softly, still looking worried, as Orion sighed, taking her hand gently. "And you think it's making him act erratically, yes?" She nodded quickly. Orion sighed heavily, nodding as well and exiting the ship, Sunny Bashra in tow as the two walked to the Sunfall in silence, Sunny's silence sourced from worry, and Orion's silence sourced from both fear and concern. The walk seemed to take hours, each footstep feeling like a minute as the ship came into view, the golden flag flapping madly in the early storm winds atop the highest mast. "Thank you for coming with me..." Sunny began, adjusting her sleeves slightly. The captain glanced at her from the corner of his eye, the tiniest smile pricking at his lips quickly, before he returned his gaze to the path ahead, watching as they passed rows of shopfronts already decorated for the festival, a painful reminder for Orion. "Wasn't an issue. You were good to come to me." Finally, they came to the ship, Orion hesitating for a moment, trying not to show his fear. He was afraid, of course he was, for himself and for Helio. Despite whatever he tried to do, how he tried to scorch those lingering feelings, through sex, through whatever projects he tried to keep himself busy was, those feelings were impossible to shake away from his mind, he still cared for him, loved him even.

But he would never admit that.

He took the step onto the deck of the ship, feeling the wind wobble it under his feet, and he steadied himself on the edge, grabbing onto it. "Orion! You came back, he was right!" Helio jumped down from the ship's wheel, and landing heavily in front of him. He went to grab him into a tight hug, leaning to kiss him, which Orion very quickly backed out of, folding his arms. As Sunny had said, Helio's mouth and the front of his waist coat was stained with something dark green, his eyes wide and manic, filled with both fear and... something else, something darker. He paused, before laughing, slapping his shoulder roughly. Orion did not return the smile, but the worry in his eyes stayed. Sunny was right. Helio was a hotheaded man yes, with a nasty temper to rival Orion's, but he would never act like this, never. "Mind informing me what's going on, Frostheart?" He tried to keep the concern out of his voice, keeping a stern, almost disgusted tone. Helio's smile fell immediately, his eyes narrowing. Fury replaced the joy in his eyes, and he took a single step towards Orion, before his eyes flicked to Sunny silently. There was a silent threat there, briefly. "I just wanted you to see how much stronger I am, and I'll be even stronger with you by my side again..." He went to circle an arm around Orion's waist, but was quickly shoved away as Orion scoffed. "And how? By smearing paint on yourself?" He mocked, regaining his composure quickly. Helio gave him a fiery glare, before snatching his arm, yanking him down into his quarters, muttering to himself wildly, "You'll see... oh you will.." He trailed off with a dark little chuckle, unlocking the door and flinging it up.

Dark green stained the wall and floor, leading to a large tank where Skygg lay, weak. His neck was exposed, the wound hastily wrapped in cloth, and his eyes travelled up to stare at Orion. And the captain knew exactly who this was, and his suspicions were confirmed, horrifyingly. He fell to his knees, trying to go to the merman, but Helio stepped in front quickly, blocking him as Orion gave him a furious glare, snarling at him and baring his teeth at his former love. "You monster." He spat, "How could you do this? He's innocent! He's going to die, what if he had a family?" The taller man gave him a pleading look, begging Helio to understand, to stop this madness and free Skygg, but Helio only gave him a measured, satisfied look in return, though it faded as he saw the fear, the pain in his eyes. But he couldn't go back, not now, not now he was too far gone. He shook his head silently, and Orion stood, looking ready to draw his sword. "Please, don't..." Skygg pleaded, and Orion put his sword away, glancing back at him with a knowing look. The mer nodded in understanding, and Orion stepped away, shaking his head at Helio in disgust. He shoved past his former husband, glancing at Sunny with a sad, apologetic look, leaving the ship. He only paused upon hearing her pained yelp, before breaking into a run. He stayed solemnly silent as he came back to M'eudail, and his face told him everything.

The mer and the captain cried together, holding each other close, as Orion prepared to fulfil his promise to him, no matter what it took.

Blood trickled into Sunny's eye as she watched Helio slam back into his quarters, fingering the new slice that went through her eyebrow and cheek, whispering a silent prayer that he had missed her eye by inches. The crew surrounded her, and she stood, before silently walking to the hull of the ship, watching the waters below, thinking of a plan to stop the man she loved as a father.

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The Scarlet Prince pt. 1

Demoman/Soldier Royalty AU, Magic, Amnesia

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

General Jane Doe of Cerulea can’t shake his past, and on a visit to the neighboring kingdom of Scarland, it comes back to haunt him in dangerous way. Who is this mysterious Scarlet Prince, and what is his interest in Jane?

The drapes parted with groaning rings, having done their job so diligently that when they were finally parted from the chamber’s windows it plunged the entire tower into day.

“Up,” Marcel demanded, arms spread, the act of throwing apart Jane’s only protection against the wretched day now emblazoned across the General’s retinas as an ugly silhouette.

Jane pulled one of those useless pillows with buttons in it over his head. “You are a dead man.”

“And we’re both late men, but I will not allow you to make us any later. Now get dressed; unlike the latest dozen or so assemblies I have pretended not to notice your absence, this one is actually important.”

Jane didn’t try to guess how the Spymaster had gotten into his room. Probably picked the lock, bribed a servant for the key or, hell, turned to smoke and slid under the jam for all Jane knew. Bastard was slippery like that. Instead of bothering himself with it, Jane tried to go back to the dream.

It had been so tangible, remembered grass and a place where a jut of land bulged out into a great rushing river. The earth ended in a sudden bank of red clay, dipping down into the water’s edge, and Jane’s hands picked up fistfuls of it, watching the edocha squelch through his fingers. A castle rose from the mud. They’d been building it, a place where they’d rule together, moats of pebbles and grass as flying-flags, promises that’d it all be theirs…

“Do you remember the bank with the red dirt?” Jane asked, swinging his legs off the side of the bed and interrupting whatever meeting-shmeeting stuff Marcel had been rambling about.

The Spymaster cut him a glare. “Is that some military jargon I’m supposed to be aware of?”

“I remembered something.” Jane got to his feet. Marcel had already hung his parade uniform on the outside of his wardrobe. It was white mostly, a tassel on the shoulder and a dozen buttons to pin the left breast in place. Simple. Even for cermony’s sake, Jane was practical. “When we were kids, we used to go to the river. It was as far as we were allowed to go.”

Even going to a simple assembly, Marcel was decked out in his finest wear; the rounded half cloak, the cavalier hat with its ostrich feather. “I did not know you as a child, Jane,” he waved away with impatience. 

It felt like he’d heard that before, been told that before, but as Jane looked at the uniform in his hands—thick, calloused, adult hands—he kept trying to push the dream through his ears and back into his head.  “We built this castle, and we said we’d-”

“You’re thinking of someone else. ”

This time it was harsh, and Jane looked over his shoulder just in time to see Marcel flinching with something that might have been regret. Whatever it was, it was over quickly.

“I swear,” he said, sinking back into his usual state of irate aloofness. “I do not understand what goes on in that head of yours.”

“Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt. Sun Tzu said that.”

Marcel sighed. “Did he say anything about being punctual to a meeting of the king's highest ranked advisors?”

“The value of time, that is of being a little ahead of your opponent, often provides greater advantage than superior numbers or greater resources.”

“Wonderful. With this den of vipers, we’re going to need every advantage we can get. Get dressed and come along.”

Jame grumbled, feeling he’d been handily outplayed. He grabbed his steel helm, rounded on each side until the brim came to a point, its only dormant a blue plume to match Marcel’s, and followed him out the door.

*

There was a small spot of drool on the table when Tavish finally lifted his head, next to a larger spot of wormwood extract that was slowly expanding. Bother. That could have been bad. Tavish shook himself, wiped up the chemical spill, and reminded himself that a careless alchemist was a dead alchemist. Yet somehow even with his penchant for the inebriated lifestyle he always managed to avoid that particular fate. Lucky him.

The lab had no windows in order to protect the delicate composition of the photosensitive ingredients, but poking his head into the entryway revealed that it was well past noon, and Tavish groaned the groan of a man in Big Trouble. His lady mother would be in a fit, and the cowardly part of him wanted to close the door, go back to synthesizing some gunpowder, and let another day evaporate before him. He might have just, if he didn’t know his Mum, and knew that if he kept at this for much longer she’d send her servants crawling over the whole castle. If they did that, sooner or later they’d find the lab that’d supposedly been locked up since Da died. Sighing, he tidied up the remains of his project, and went to go do some damage control.

“Tavish Finnegan DeGroot- ”

It was too early for this. Early for him anyway, though when he found Mum it was clear she’d been up for hours, tersely informing him that she didn’t plan their breakfasts together for idle chitchat. Nor their lunches. Nor the dozen other meetings and tailor fittings she managed to cram into the scant few hours he was actually awake per day, to the point where he couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually had a moment to himself that he hadn’t carved out through guile.

“I’m sorry Mum,” he said, trying to cut her off before she worked herself into another heart complication. “I slept through the morning.”

“I had Erwina check your rooms and she couldn’t find hide nor hair!”

“Aye, I was…in the gardens.”

He was banking on the fact that Mum wouldn’t have thought to send Erwina there of all places, and the lie could go unchallenged. Based on the twitch in her jaw, that seemed to be the case. A gamble not without losses though. His only other place of solitude. He’d have to be more careful when sneaking there for clandestine swordplay in the future.

“Bah,” she said, facing the outer curve of the sun-drenched balcony, knowing by the way the wind touched over her face. “Here he is this son of mine, drinking plum wine and sleeping in rosebushes, not a care in his head for the running of a kingdom.”

“I don’t run the kingdom,” Tavish pointed out.

“You will. If you’d come to breakfast, you’d know Redmond declared you his heir last night.”

It shouldn’t have been surprising. And it wouldn’t have, to anyone else—to anyone who hadn’t been holding hope like a shield, as though if he just kept his attitude positive enough then suddenly the oncoming blade of fate would simply glance off and land on someone else.

He swallowed. “It’s…his health has gotten that bad?”

“Ach, where have you been lad? I swear, head up in the clouds. You didn’t always used to be like this.”

The memory came back sharp and stinging, not because he hadn’t thought about it recently, but because he was used to it being a silent scream inside his own head. Mum caught him off guard, telling him it was a real thing that the whole kingdom had lived through, not a nightmare of his own making. Every Scarlet had shook during that surprise attack on the eastern plains, when a swarm of Cerulean knights had renewed the war in earnest, bowing to treachery and making sure no family hadn’t experienced at least some loss that day. It was the day he’d lost his father, the day he’d last seen-

“I dragged the tailor back by his ear,” Mum’s words shot through his thoughts. “He’s rescheduled for later this evening.”

“What do I need a tailor for?” Tavish said, still reeling, trying not to show his head was more in the clouds than even she thought.

“Because the Grand Ball is coming up, and it’s our best chance to find you a wife. We need that settled before Redmond kicks it.”

The acrid taste in his mouth renewed sevenfold. His hands tightened on the banister. “I’m already betrothed.”

“Blood and spite Tavish, it’s been thirty-two years, you’re not bloody betrothed anymore. Now, like I was saying, these measurements should get you in at least a few outfits befitting a crown prince…”

Tavish stood there as his mother spoke, staring at the sweeping bend in the Hale River as it wound silver through the plains, trying not to let the bile rise enough to drown him.

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“Is that-him?” someone next to Louis asks. “Who else would dress in red if not for him today?” Beside Louis, Lady Camellia had her eyes locked on the one in red garbs, as same as many around them. Clearly this must be intended, or why dress in such a way today at first place? “My... He looks dashing." the first one licks her lips, eyes darkening in a laced lust. "Who would've known? Thought he'd be in chains, stuck in a dark dungeon." The other scoffs. “Have you been under a rock? He's the most privileged Lycan alive. The King's ward, some go so far as to call him his consort. It’s all hushed, but I have my sources.” she reveals like a dirty secret. In a world where the Vampires have taken over, Humans are just pawns in blood farms, Warlocks are extinct while the King has Lycans under his thumb - eliminating the threat of the lethal bite. The world is falling apart. Louis, nephew to the malistic Vampire King, lives away from it all in blessed ignorance until he gets dragged into the chessboard that traps him in front of a green eyed Prince who is bound to a miserable fate. Or where Louis wants to save Harold, the Prince of Lycans, when Louis' allies want him DEAD.

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Harry is a prince. Louis is a King. They are destined to be together. But things are much more complicated than it meets the eyes. Throw in a war, a life long secret born of deception, a quiet love, a treason of the highest sorts, a mysterious child of royal lineage and a considerate yet troublesome horse into the mix, and you get a legend which resonates through the pages of history ---- This is a story about finding strength within yourself and healing. About friendship and true love. It gets real rough, and the characters fall. But they get back up again stronger than ever.

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Indian Grand Slam Winners: Champions of the Court

Tennis has a storied history in India, with the country producing some of the world's top players. The pinnacle of tennis achievement, the Grand Slam, has seen several Indian players rise to prominence. This article celebrates the achievements of Indian Grand Slam winners, who have left an indelible mark on the sport.

Early Pioneers

Before delving into the modern successes, it’s important to acknowledge the early pioneers of Indian tennis. These trailblazers laid the groundwork for future generations, paving the way for India’s presence on the global tennis stage. Their contributions, though not always culminating in Grand Slam victories, were vital in establishing a strong tennis culture in India.

Vijay Amritraj

Vijay Amritraj was one of the first Indian players to gain international recognition. Although he didn’t win a Grand Slam title, his consistent performances in major tournaments helped to elevate Indian tennis. Amritraj reached the quarterfinals at Wimbledon and the US Open, inspiring future generations of Indian tennis players with his skill and determination.

Leander Paes

Leander Paes is arguably the most celebrated Indian tennis player, known for his remarkable career in doubles and mixed doubles. Paes’s Grand Slam journey began in 1999 when he won the Wimbledon mixed doubles title. Over his career, he amassed 18 Grand Slam titles, including eight in men’s doubles and ten in mixed doubles. Paes’s achievements have made him a legendary figure among Indian Grand Slam winners, showcasing his enduring skill and sportsmanship.

Mahesh Bhupathi

Mahesh Bhupathi, another stalwart of Indian tennis, made history by becoming the first Indian to win a Grand Slam title in 1997, partnering with Rika Hiraki in the French Open mixed doubles. Bhupathi’s partnership with Paes was particularly fruitful, with the duo winning multiple Grand Slam titles together. Bhupathi’s career totals 12 Grand Slam titles, with four in men’s doubles and eight in mixed doubles. His strategic acumen and powerful play have firmly placed him among the top Indian Grand Slam winners.

Sania Mirza

Sania Mirza has been a trailblazer for women’s tennis in India. She first made waves on the international scene with her powerful groundstrokes and fearless play. Mirza’s Grand Slam breakthrough came in 2009 when she won the Australian Open mixed doubles title. She has since added five more Grand Slam titles to her name, including three in mixed doubles and three in women’s doubles. Mirza’s success has inspired countless young athletes and solidified her status as one of the most prominent Indian Grand Slam winners.

Rohan Bopanna

Rohan Bopanna is another key figure in Indian tennis, known for his powerful serve and volley game. Bopanna’s Grand Slam moment came in 2017 when he won the French Open mixed doubles title. His consistent performances in doubles have kept India’s flag flying high in the tennis world. Bopanna’s dedication and hard work make him a notable Indian Grand Slam winner, contributing to the rich legacy of Indian tennis.

Impact and Legacy

The achievements of these Indian Grand Slam winners have had a profound impact on tennis in India. They have inspired a new generation of players, proving that Indian athletes can compete and succeed at the highest levels of the sport. Their success has also helped to increase the popularity of tennis in India, encouraging greater participation and investment in the sport.

Conclusion

Indian Grand Slam winners have brought immense pride to the nation, demonstrating exceptional talent, perseverance, and sportsmanship. From the early days of Vijay Amritraj to the modern successes of Sania Mirza and Rohan Bopanna, these athletes have shown that with hard work and dedication, Indians can achieve greatness on the global tennis stage. Their legacies continue to inspire future generations, ensuring that the story of Indian Grand Slam winners will continue to be written for years to come.

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These are among the shares shifting in after-hours commerce on Tuesday, April 25, 2023.MicrosoftMicrosoft (MSFT) shares rose after the software program large's fiscal third quarter earnings per share of $2.45 beat Wall Avenue estimates of $2.23. Income of $52.9 billion got here in above expectations of $51.02 billion.The tech large reported Azure and different cloud companies income development of 27% year-over-year for the quarter. Analysts had been anticipating a decelerate in cloud income.“Throughout the Microsoft Cloud, we're the platform of alternative to assist clients get essentially the most worth out of their digital spend and innovate for this subsequent era of AI," CEO Satya Nadella mentioned in a press release.The corporate continues to experience the generative AI craze wave. Microsoft made a multi-year, multi-billion greenback funding in ChatGPT developer OpenAI earlier this 12 months, sparking an trade huge urge for food for artificial intelligence. The Home windows maker has since carried out variations of OpenAI's technology in its Edge browser, Bing search engine, Microsoft 365 productiveness software program, and cybersecurity choices.AlphabetAlphabet (GOOGL) (GOOG) shares rose 4% in publish market after the tech large's Google cloud enterprise turned worthwhile for the primary time. First-quarter income for the cloud unit elevated to $7.45 billion, up from $5.82 billion year-over-year.One analyst described the tech large's efficiency final quarter as "an inflection."“That is the primary quarter they’re displaying optimistic working revenue [for cloud]. They reshuffled some prices right here and there, that’s a minor yellow flag, however I believe on a reported foundation, they're optimistic on margins for the primary time on the cloud. In order that’s an inflection quarter,” Rohit Kulkarni, managing director at Roth MKM advised Yahoo Finance StayYouTube's income dipped amid an promoting slowdown. Alphabet’s advert gross sales are carefully watched as a barometer for the general health of the promoting market.Story continuesThe tech large's general income of $69.7 billion beat Wall Avenue expectations of $68.96 billion. Earnings per share of $1.17 beat analyst estimates of $1.09.Alphabet mentioned the board accepted $70 billion in inventory repurchases.VisaVisa (V) shares rose nearly 2% after the bank card firm posted a beat on the highest and backside line. Earnings per share of $2.09 surpassed Wall Avenue expectations of $1.98. Gross sales of $7.99 billion additionally got here in forward of a consensus estimate of $7.79 billion.A continued rebound in world journey helped enhance cross-border quantity funds, which elevated 24% year-over-year."Visa's robust fiscal second quarter efficiency displays continued concentrate on our development levers – client funds, new flows and worth added companies," CEO Ryan McInerney mentioned within the firm's fiscal second quarter incomes launch. The outcomes are a continuation of the earlier quarter when the corporate mentioned it noticed "steady funds quantity" together with continued cross-border journey restoration.PacWest BancorpPacWest Bancorp (PACW) shares spiked greater than 15% publish market after the regional financial institution mentioned deposits have been constructing in latest weeks.The lender's first quarter deposits $28.19 billion got here in barely under Wall Avenue estimates of $28.53 billion. Nevertheless PacWest mentioned its deposits elevated by about $700 million for the reason that finish of its newest quarter.The financial institution posted first quarter adjusted earnings per share of 66 cents versus Wall Avenue estimates of 61 cents.PacWest shares had been down 7% throughout Tuesday's buying and selling session as the general regional financial institution sector fell in sympathy with First Republic's inventory, which was down almost 50% following its quarterly outcomes.ChipotleChipotle Mexican Grill (CMG) posted income which climbed 17.2% year-over-year to $2.

4 billion. The restaurant chain's adjusted earnings per share of $10.50 beat Wall Avenue estimates of $8.92.Comparable gross sales grew 10.9%, versus a consensus expectation of 8.51%.The restaurant chain took a pause on elevating costs in 2023, after mountaineering them final 12 months."We haven't any plans to dial the menu value will increase again, however we haven't any plans to boost costs both," Chipotle CFO Jack Hartung mentioned on Yahoo Finance Stay earlier this 12 months.The corporate expects to open 255-285 new eating places this 12 months, versus estimates of 273.Chipotle shares rose greater than 7% in after hours. The inventory is up 28% as of Tuesday's shut.Ines is a senior enterprise reporter for Yahoo Finance. Comply with her on Twitter at @ines_ferreClick on right here for the most recent inventory market information and in-depth evaluation, together with occasions that transfer sharesLearn the most recent monetary and business news from Yahoo Finance https://guesthype.co.uk/?p=3968&feed_id=8730&cld=6448856834aac

[drrutherford]

val-dautremer​:

@drrutherford​ Event: Mistletoe 2022  | Canon Date: October 2005 Location: Paris

 “Go on Val, do it.” 

The tiny brunette nudged her in the ribs. Granted it was the highest she could reach on Val’s tall frame but that didn’t make it any less painful. Perhaps more so due to her unnaturally boney elbows. Anaïs was the more forceful of the two and she’d been trying to teach the blonde her ways ever since they’d roomed together freshman year of université. Two years on and they still weren’t sick of each other’s company. 

“If you think he’s so cute then you go over to him! I’m perfectly happy ogling from afar and finishing another three drinks here.” She drained her glass to make her point, waving down the cocktail waitress for another. They were already five drinks in but until their livers gave out, the two Frenchwomen had no intention of stopping. 

Université had introduced Val to a slew of new bad habits, Anaïs being one of them and a cheerleader for the rest. She loved the girl and would follow her to the ends of the earth…just as long as they had a way to get back. One of them had to possess at least a sliver of self-preservation. 

Anaïs clicked her tongue and shook her head. 

“Absolutely not. One, I’m not doing your dirty work for you. Two, it’s been months since you’ve, you know, had a little fun.” 

The fun in question was standing at the bar chatting with a few friends. An earlier trip to the ladies room confirmed that he was indeed not French but English, which made him all the more appealing. Every French girl went through a phase where they detested French boys. This year seemed to be Val’s.

There was no denying that the dark hair and eyes were attractive. And there was something about the way the side of his mouth quirked to the side when he laughed or smiled. She blushed the tiniest bit. Anaïs laughed and pushed her out of her chair. 

“I’ll be waiting!” The trill in her voice held a request to bring back the friends. 

With all the confidence five drinks could give a person, Val walked over to the group of Brits and smiled directly at dark-eyes. 

“It looks like you’re almost finished with that drink. Can I buy you another one?”

.

“She’s looking over at you again.”

The corner of his mouth pulls up into a smirk, soon obscured by the press of the glass against his lips. He downs the shot, feeling it burn in the back of his throat. “I know.”

It isn’t as though he hasn’t done his fair share of looking. 

Both girls are easy on the eyes. But there’s something demure about the blonde – which, paradoxically – makes the fact she keeps stealing glances at him incredibly sexy. And if they aren’t looking, he’s got enough Hennessy in his veins to argue differently. “The drink or the brunette?... Which are you betting will get here first?”

His mate gives him an incredulous stare. “... You’re fucking crazy.” He informs him, when instead of chasing the opportunity presenting itself, Gideon pivots back to the bar and flags down the waiter. “I know.” The Rutherford smiles, forearms slanted against the counter. He counts the seconds in his head, reaching 17 before he hears an accented voice that’s too pretty to belong to anyone from his group. He rolls his shoulders triumphantly, exchanging a glance with Richard as he turns to—

... The blonde? 

It’s Gideon’s turn to be surprised when he sees her standing there, offering to buy him a drink, rather than her brasher, eyelash-batting friend. Pleasantly surprised, as his gaze sweeps down her figure in a flash before coming up just as quickly to settle on the sea blue of her eyes. “Enchanté,” He greets, testing his limited French in lieu of her non-native English. The bartender calls out his order before she can reply and he blinks, having already forgotten he’d ordered more alcohol.

“Mm... Seems someone’s beat you to it. How ’bout you buy me a dance, and I grant you my drink instead, free of charge.” He proposes, keen interest playing in his eyes.

[supernews]

India enters Guinness Book for waving over 78,000 national flags

India created history and marked its name in the Guinness Book of World records by waving the maximum number of the National Flag simultaneously on April 23. Union Home Minister Amit Shah was present during the historical event.

On April 23, India entered the Guinness Book of World Records by waving 78,220 flags simultaneously at 'Veer Kunwar Singh Vijayotsav' programme at Bhojpur, Bihar, said the Ministry of Culture. The attempt was witnessed by representatives of the Guinness Book of World Records and attendees were asked to wear bands for the physical identification.

"The most people waving flags was achieved by Ministry of Home Affairs and Ministry of Culture, Government of India (India), to celebrate Azaadi ka Amrit Mahotsav' at Jagdishpur, Bhojpur, Bihar, India on April 23, 2022," reads Guinness World Records certificate.

As many as 78,220 people simultaneously waved the national flag in Bihar's Bhojpur district at Dalaur ground on Saturday in the presence of Union Home Minister Amit Shah thereby setting a new record and creating history.

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[justanotherpitstop11]

The weekend of firsts

Okay, so I saw an interview with Checo today and got inspired, so I decided to write another fic, hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Checo Perez x Reader

Warnings: it's long, it's fluff, mentions of crash

English is still not my first language so please be kind. 🥺

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The 2020 Sakhir GP was everything, but normal. First of all, it was a double header that weekend, which equaled double work, double effort, so you were exhausted just thinking of it.

You tried to do your best and perform on the highest level as the presenter of your local sports channel, but the first challenge came, when that horrible crash happened with Grosjean. The whole track went silent for such a long time, it felt like forever. You were absolutely terrified and shocked, but you had to keep it together because you had a job to do. Fortunately Grosjean was fine, but everyone knew that it was a miracle that he survived at all.

During the red flag you met some of the drivers, but this time you didn't ask anything, just wandering around with your cameraman shooting some scenes for your report and trying to forget what happened just minutes before.

You also met him during your walk, but you two just sadly waved at each other from afar. You had admit that you started to like him more than the rest of the grid. You liked all the drivers of course, but he was just...different. He always had something nice to say to you, even if he doesn't really like the media stuff, and also stayed there with you for a few more minutes when he could ask some questions about you, or just to know how are you doing.

That's one of the reasons why you were devastated when you heard the news that he will lose his seat for next year at Racing Point and probably in Formula 1 too. You were angry about it - more than you should have - but you couldn't do anything just to try cheer him up (and yourself) a little bit, most of the time with horrible jokes, which he actually laughed at everytime, so you could be satisfied with yourself.

This time however there was nothing to laugh about. The race had a restart, which was going well, but Checo had a DNF so it was just going downhill from that point. He arrived at the media pen soon after he got out of the car, and for your surprise he was directly heading towards you, ignoring all the bigger channels' journalists, which apparently surprised them too. You nudged your cameraman, cleared your throat to ask your questions, but as soon as you saw how mad and dissapointed he was, you just wanted to hug him and tell him, that everything's gonna be okay. But that would be very unprofessional of course.

"Checo, so sorry for what happened, but I have to ask, how do you feel right now?"

"Well, obviously it's really unfortunate, not just for me, but for the whole team."

"Do you think you could've finish on the podium today, if you were able to continue?"

"Yeah, definitely, we had the pace the whole weekend, so I think the podium was possible for me, even a win too."

You were smiling at him for the whole time to calm his nerves a little bit, and it worked, because his features softened a little bit, at least what you saw with a mask on his face. You just saw his eyes and god they're beautiful.

"Will you try again next week and go for the win?"

"Do you want me to?" He leaned onto the barrier between the two of you and looked directly in your eyes.

What?

"Well... of course it would be an exciting race if you could fight for the win."

"I can do that if you promise you will root for me."

What is he doing? He probably got hit on the head.

"I'm just rooting for an exciting and safe race, and we will see what happens. Anyway, good luck for tomorrow."

"Thank you Y/N."

This is the first time you are grateful for the mask because you blushing like hell. He never said anything like this before, it could be the adrenaline, or maybe he just tried to cover his anger, you don't want to see anything into this.

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After last weeks' events you were exhausted, but also can't stop thinking about what Checo said to you. You would be lying to yourself if you said that you didn't liked that, in fact you would be more than happy to play along if there were no cameras. However, you didn't have time for these kind of thoughts during the day, because it was really busy with all the coverage from the track and the interviews.

You were of course rooting for Checo in secret, hoping that he will finally get his maiden win, because you wanted to see him happy and smile again and also you wanted RP to regret letting him go. Things were already going wrong in the first lap of the race, which you couldn't believe. Checo got kicked out by Charles and had to box to change his front wing which dropped him to the last place of the grid. You were already thinking about plans to comfort him after the race (including some inappropriate thoughts, but you reminded yourself that you needed your job), but the next thing you know he was going through the grid like a rocket and soon he was in 3rd place.

What happened at Mercedes was a huge mess, and you felt for them, especially for George, but this fuck up meant that Checo was leading the race. Just the thought of the fact that he can actually win this race blew up your mind, but it became more and more possible with every lap and you started to actually root for him, screaming and jumping up and down as you watched him driving in front of everyone.

Finally there was the chequered flag and he crossed the line, winning the Sakhir GP with team that abandoned him. You heard him crying over the radio and you couldn't help yourself but cry too, tears coming down your cheeks, you were so happy and proud of him. You wanted to go to the podium ceremony to hug and kiss him, because yeah... that's what you really wanted deep inside of you, but unfortunately you had a job to do.

You were more than excited to see him arriving at the media pen as the winner, and he didn't dissapoint you, he was almost running towards you, you could tell he was over the moon.

"Checo, congratulation to you, what a race! You did an amazing job today, falling back to P18 and now you standing here as the driver of the day."

"Yeah it was tough at the beginning, I thought I'm out of this race and have no chance to win or even finish on the podium."

"I can see it in your eyes that you're obviously really happy, but I expected more, maybe a little victory dance or something."

He started to laugh at your words, which made your heart melt.

"Actually, I still can't believe that I won, it feels like a dream, maybe I am in fact dreaming."

"No, you're not, if I could pinch you, I would do that to make you believe."

Suddenly he held out his arm to you.

"Please do it, so I can believe."

You were a little surprised at his action, but you grabbed his hand and pinched him hard. You cannot describe how good it was to touch him, but you had to stay focused.

"So? Is it okay now?"

"It is, thank you, glad you're really here and not just in my dreams." Oh no, he didn't. "Hope you were rooting for me." Yes. "Maybe you're my lucky charm."

"...Well, we will find out that on the next race. Congratulations again, you really deserved it. Enjoy your party tonight."

"Thank you, I will." He winked at you and he didn't go away to give his next interview, which was odd. Instead, he moved closer and started to talk to you.

"I was thinking, maybe you could join me tonight. I'm really grateful for you, because you always cheered me up even when things went really bad and I just want to thank you in some kind of way."

"Checo you're really kind, but there's no need to thank me, I'm just doing my job."

You obviously doing more than your job when it comes to him.

"Is it your job to comfort me, and look at me the way you do?"

Shit.

"Y/N, I can see how you look at me, and if I see that right, then I just wanted to tell you that I feel the same. So I would be really happy if you could be by my side tonight."

Oh my god.

"Checo, I'm... Look. The truth is that yeah, I really enjoyed every second of our little interactions, and what you said today and yesterday it made me feel good. I loved it honestly. I would gladly go out with you tonight, but it would be really suspicious, especially after those comments of yours and I don't wanna lose my job."

"I totally understand you, and I don't wanna get you in trouble. But you know me enough to know that I won't give up on this. I want to celebrate and share my happiness with you, and if it means that we have to do it in secret, I don't mind it. In fact maybe that would be much better."

You just stared at him, not a single idea what to answer. You wanted this too. You longed for his company, and even for more than that, if you want to be honest. Don't know when you started feeling like this for him, but you did.

"I will not leave until you say something and that will be suspicious."

Oh fuck, he's right you were talking for too long, the other journalists already looking at you questioningly.

"Okay, fine. I will send you my number, and call me tomorrow. I guess we need to find a solution for this."

You acted like you were forced to agree, but in reality, you wanted to kiss him right now, in front of everyone. What a headline that would be.

"You don't know how happy I am right now." His eyes were smiling at you.

"Believe me, I can imagine." You smiled back to him.

"Talk to you tomorrow then. I can't wait." And with that he took off to give the other reporters what they want.

You started to feel butterflies in your stomach, and you knew immediately you were in big trouble indeed.

[theficpusher]

Set Sail With No Compass by zarah5 | M | 4778 Pirate AU. That's it; that's the summary.

A World Full of Shadows | E | 17979 When Harry Styles crashes back into Louis' life after a year apart, he knows chaos is about to ensue. As they embark together on their quest for revenge against the most well known pirate hunter of all time, old feelings come creeping back and Louis must fight to control them. There's also the small matter of fact that the last time he saw Harry he abandoned him on an uninhabited island and left him for dead. Whoops?

why take your life when you give it so willingly by we_are_the_same | M | 19079 Well, at least things can’t get much worse. Louis squints to avoid the harsh glare of the sun reflecting off of the waves. He doesn’t need to look around to know how dire his situation is: there is nothing but open sea around him, the remnants of his ship have long since disappeared, and by now it’s really not a matter of survival, but of what will kill him first. Will it be the wound on his abdomen, festering and throbbing? Will it be dehydration, made all the worse by the vast expanse of water surrounding him? Or perhaps it will be some sea animal, taking him for easy prey. ☠ ☠ ☠ When Louis Tomlinson, Captain of The Rogue, ends up adrift at sea after Captain Cowell attacks his ship, he is surprised to find his enemy, Captain Styles, coming to his rescue.

Sail Across Me by iwillpaintasongforlou | E | 21706 Harry is a prince that is about to be forced into marriage against his will and running away to sea seems like a much better option. Louis is the captain of the infamous pirate ship The Rogue and he has a thing for helping defenseless creatures. Especially when they're as pretty as this one.

Lead Butterfly by LadyLondonderry | M | 32995 Dawn breaks on a cloudy bleak morning sky. Salty mist sprays up with the swell of the waves and buffets all of the lonely sleepy ships that drift as their sailors sleep on. The Lady Charlotte dips and rises as it moves through the mist in the hopes of a clearly sky. The black flag flaps lazily from the highest mast, the emblem of the sparrow only a shadow from down on deck. When the ship Harry lives on is boarded and overtaken by the crew of The Lady Charlotte, he thinks it’s going to be the end of the line. What he’s not expecting is to be brought onto the ship and provided safe passage. At least, as long as no one finds they’ve mistaken a common pirate for a noble.

In Your Black Heart (Is Where You'll Find Me) by graceling_in_a_suit | E | 35954 Louis Tomlinson has been lying for five years. His crew sees him as a pirate, a Captain, and an alpha; only two of those are the truth. He was content to let the illusion go on forever, but an omega named Harry Styles just had to join his crew and get his warm-vanilla stink all over Louis' best laid plans. Or: the story of The Captain and The Carpenter.

Ace of Spades by allwaswell16 | E | 78342 Living as a sheltered omega in a farming village has not prepared Harry for life aboard the most notorious pirate ship to sail the Atlantic. Or Louis is a pirate, Harry is his captive, and no one is who they say they are.

Resist Everything Except Temptation by Lis | E | 100116 The lethargic sound of heels clicking against wood resonated across the sea. Footsteps descended the staircase, every assured step creating a menacing aura as it grew closer. Perspiration gathered along Louis’ palms as the rhythmic sound halted in front of him. “Captain,” Malik greeted. Louis watched out of his peripheral as Malik’s boots shuffled back a few steps. Sweat matted the hair along the nape of Louis’ neck as he waited for something to happen. He felt as if a sharp blade was twisting his gut as the silence became tangible. There was a metallic slide of a sword being pulled out of its sheath, the sound startling Louis out of his cocoon of sterile shock. His shoulders jumped as the tip of a blade flattened underneath his jaw. Louis’ distorted reflection stared back at him in the polished metal. Engraved rose petals twisted his appearance as they crawled up the length of the sword. The sword lifted and took Louis’ chin with it. Standing in front of Louis was Captain Styles. OR The one where Louis is the commodore's son who is forced to become a part of Harry's crew when he is captured.

Swim In The Smoke by whoknows | E | 101778 “What about this, Captain?” Liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. The boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag Niall had to stuff in his mouth. He misses by a mile and tries again, just as ineffectively. Harry looks down at him, at the way the sun streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his mouth, lips pink and chapped. He’s lithe and pretty, smudged all over with dirt. They had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious, next to a barrel full of gold. He’s clearly a prisoner, but there’s something familiar about him, something that niggles at Harry’s brain. Something he can’t quite put his finger on. “Put him in my cabin,” Harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. The boys screams out jumbled curse words at Harry’s back, muffled by the gag, and Harry can’t understand any of it.

[devildomwriter]

Obey Me As Parks & Rec #6

Satan: I am super chill all the time!!!

•

Lucifer: I need to pay?

Raphael: Do I stutter?

Lucifer: Oh ya know what? You may want to borrow this. It’s a white flag and you may as well start waving it right now!

Raphael: The only thing I’ll be waving is your decapitated head on a stick in front of your weeping mother

Everyone: …

Lucifer: …

Simeon: …Good lord

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Mephistopheles: Lucifer: thank you for agreeing to see me

Lucifer: I didn’t. You just walked in here and started talking.

Mephistopheles: I don’t have time for a history lesson

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Solomon: And I am mother nature’s brother. Brother nature

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Mammon: Thanks, dude

Simeon: You’re welcome…lady

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Mammon: I can’t believe we’re at hog warts!

Solomon: No… that’s buckingham palace

Solomon: Hogwarts is fictional. Do you know that?

Solomon: It’s important to me that you know that

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Lucifer: He’s a mutt.

Lucifer: Half amazing. Half terrific.

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MC: Wow, Diavolo your gender equality commission is a real sausage fest

Diavolo: Oh my god, you’re kidding me

Diavolo: I just assumed that some of the apartments would send women.

Diavolo: Oh my god. I’m part of the problem

•

Satan: Do you think ghat Barack and Michelle Obama felt this way at the end of the day?

Mephistopheles: Probably, I mean, I don’t know how else—

Mephistopheles: Wait a second. Does that— so, am I Michelle?

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Children: Can we turn you into a princess?

Lucifer: No

Lucifer: *Is turned into a Princess*

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Barbatos: Breakfast is served between 5:30 and 6:15 AM

Belphegor: What if we sleep to a normal hour?

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Mammon: You’re the greatest partner ever. I wish I could marry you all over again

Mammon: *gasp* Lets get divorced

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Thirteen: I really only listen to like, German Death Raggae and Halloween sound effects records from the 1950s

Thirteen: And Bette Midler obviously.

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Simeon: Don’t do this Lucifer

Lucifer: I have to, Simeon, we can’t both be out of a job. What will we do?

Lucifer: Sleep all day, take cooking classes together, sit on a couch and watch movies?

Lucifer: God that sounds horrible

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Luke: If Mammon we’re a bag of flour that flour would never grow up to be a healthy well adjusted loaf a bread.

Luke: Much less a bran muffin which is the highest honor that flour can achieve

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Asmodeus: There are these things called cookies, where like, if you go to website and buy something, it will remember you and create ads for other stuff you might want to buy

Raphael: So it learns information about me? Seems like an invasion of privacy

Asmodeus: Dude, if you think that’s bad, go to google earth and type in your address

Raphael: *searches*

Raphael: *throws computer out window*

[jjksblackgf]

competitive

a/n: i have to admit that there’s more enemies than lovers on this one, but i hope you like it anyway. let me know what you think

pairing — namjoon x reader

genre — fluff

word count — 1k

summary — Is this electricity between us the product of competitiveness or am I just that into you?

warnings — none really, just oc being a bit annoying for no good reason 🤣

Namjoon sat across from me on the meeting table, his arms crossed against his chest as he leaned back on his chair. I could feel his murderous glare on me as I spoke to our lab group leader. A thrill pulsed through my body and butterflies flew wildly in my stomach, but I ignored it as best I could. My idea for the social experiment we were working on was better than his, and he knew it.

Of course he hated that I was also second in command, but that wasn’t my problem, was it? It’s not really my fault that I’m smarter and have better social skills. I could feel his gaze intensify as our leader decided to follow my plan instead of his. I bit my lower lip to fight my smile from spreading too wide.

The meeting was dismissed as all of us still had classes to attend today. Together, unfortunately. Sharing a Social Sciences major with him was a pain in the ass; we had almost all of our classes together.

But as much as I disliked his passive-aggressive way of moving through our social circle (completely triggered by me, I admit), his competitiveness pushed me forward, and I was grateful for that, I guess. He kept me levelled.

In the beginning, when we barely knew each other, his test scores were higher than mine and his presentations were more well put together. He was feeling himself a little too much for me, so I decided to one up him academically. He fired back, obviously, getting a job as an assistant teacher with my favorite professor.

I wasn’t going to take that lying down, so as we got accepted in the same lab, I made sure to climb this small ladder to the highest I could go. Me 2, Namjoon 1. I was happy about this score.

“You know my idea was better in the long run” Namjoon whispered behind me, closer to my ear than I’d anticipated. I fought with the same butterflies as I looked at him over my shoulder.

“Why didn’t your idea get picked, then?” He narrowed his eyes and locked his jaw. I looked away, biting my lip again, fighting my smug smile.

We proceeded with the research our lab was appointed to start, my plan was not going so smoothly, with a few unexpected surprises along the way. That seemed to improve Namjoon’s mood. Our lab captain still trusted my process, but their remarks felt more like a slap on the face than an internal joke. I hated sloppy jobs.

I was making the necessary graphs with the collected data with a scowl on my face when Namjoon entered the meeting room. He handed me the last of all the reports and smirked at my direction.

“Not so sanguine about your plan now, huh?” he asked sarcastically.

“I see you finally learned how to use a thesaurus” I rolled my eyes, ignoring his comment.

“What is it about me that you hate so much?” he questioned. I just shrugged, still too concentrated to form a response.

Maybe to not say out loud how much I enjoyed our little competitions, maybe to not have to admit how attracted I was to him. I couldn’t decide. He took a deep breath and sat by my side.

“I’m waving the flag of truce,” he continued, “let me help you finish” I could feel his warm breath now as he spoke, and I just nodded, kind of afraid of looking at him.

We got up to organize the mess we made of the reports, and I had to admit he was really helpful today. I gathered the courage to thank him as he closed all the binders. He handed them to me, and I held them close to me. We stared into each other's eyes as the seconds passed and the silence intensified the tension between us.

“Thank you” I managed to whisper. A couple of seconds more passed. His mouth opened slightly, so did mine in response.

“You’re welcome,” he finally said. His gaze fell to my parted lips, and I could feel my heartbeat increase its tempo. We locked eyes again.

He yanked the binders from my hands and threw them to the table with a loud bang. I was suddenly in his arms, his lips melting onto mine with intensity. My hands flew to his hair, as he pulled me closer to him. I moaned. He chuckled and hugged me tighter as he picked me up and sat me at the edge of the table.

His lips were soft against mine, and I could feel his cool breath where our tongues met. His hands wandered my sides, and he settled them on my hips, gripping and pressing me even tighter against him. For this wild moment, I let my fantasies run loose. I didn’t want this to end, and I wasn’t going to stop and ask him what his intentions were.

I bit his lower lip. Could he feel how much I wanted him right now? His grip on me got tighter, and a low grunt escaped him. He opened my legs to place them both to his sides, I crossed my ankles to lock him there.

His lips travelled on my jaw, leaving a trail of pleasure and fire as he made his way to my ear. I sighed loudly as he bit me there and I could feel his smile on my neck.

I pulled him closer by his broad shoulders, leaving my own kisses along his throat. I felt him shiver once I reached his collarbone. I laughed silently, and he pulled back with a puzzled expression.

“One more thing I’m better at it than you,” I explained and he laughed, the competitive shine to his eyes was obvious.

“Are you kidding me? I’m destroying you right now” he contra pointed.

But I didn’t argue anymore, I just kissed him again. We could decide who won later.