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[linusbenjamin]

Desmond Hume + Smile 🫠

[ladycatofwinterfell]

I recently became a part of the Ned/Cat fandom and your fanfics are literally giving me life right now. Can't wait to see more from you<3

hiiiiii <333 this put a stupid grin on my face, I’m so happy to hear you like what I do! Writing has been super dry lately, but this ask prompted me to write together a short something.

A little au where Cat came with Ned to KL and everything’s fine and happy!

“I say you name the last one.��

Ned looked at Robert and managed to keep in the sigh that so desperately fought to leave him.

He had had nothing to do with the ships. None at all. He had little against them apart from that they had been an unnecessary expense in his opinion. Though the Master of coin and the Master of ships had said nothing of it and so the ships had been built.

“They are not my ships, Your Grace” he reminded Robert.

“It would be an honour” the king insisted.

“Indeed, though that honour is not mine.”

It would bring someone else much more joy. Why not have one of his children name the last ship? Ned was sure of that it would bring the youngest one much joy to be allowed to name one of his father’s ships.

He kept walking down the hall, the king and Barristan Selmy at his heels. He had been surprised to see Robert when he arrived to the meeting of the Small Council. For a very short moment he had believed the king had some interest in what they were to discuss, though he wanted only to speak of the ships.

“I say it is, and my word is final!”

Robert’s tone had become harder, his voice louder.

“Would Prince Tommen not be very happy to name the ship?” Ned asked.

“You will name it, Ned!”

He turned a corner and there she was. Waiting for him, just as she had said she would.

He had promised her that if nothing urgent was brought to him they would walk in the gardens once the meeting was over.

“Lady Catelyn” he called.

She smiled at him, though it faded when she saw the king and his Lord Commander not far behind him.

“Your Grace” she said, curtsying.

“Lady Catelyn, if you would tell your fool for a husband–“

“Lady Catelyn” Ned said, effectively silencing Robert.

Catelyn’s eyes darted between him and the king. He could see how her mind worked behind her eyes, trying to understand what was happening and what she was supposed to do.

Ned turned around and faced the king.

“I name the ship Lady Catelyn” he said. “For my wife, the Lady of Winterfell.”

If Robert was so set on making him do it then he could at least give the ship a worthy name. A ship in the royal fleet named for his wife.

There was silence, then Robert snorted out a laugh.

“A fine name.”

“What an honour” Catelyn said.

When Ned looked over his shoulder he saw her careful smile. She still did not seem to be entirely sure of what was happening.

“Few are as worthy of it as you, Lady Catelyn” Robert said.

Catelyn came to stand next to Ned, taking his arm.

“You are most kind, Your Grace.”

“Now when I have done what was asked of me, Your Grace, I wonder if I have your leave to walk in the gardens with my wife” Ned said.

He saw little reason for staying there when he had done what Robert wanted. Unless he was needed for something else he would much rather walk with Catelyn.

Robert regarded them for what felt like an eternity.

“Oh take him for a walk, Catelyn, he’s in need of it” he then said.

Catelyn nodded obediently.

“Will do, Your Grace.”

[worldofteyvat]

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[toddandersonn]

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[phannetasm]

The rarest of flowers// Alucard x fem!reader

𓆩𓁺𓆪𝒄𝒘: vampire stuff (biting, blood drinking), soft, protective Alucard, minimal religious symbolism, a bit suggestive towards the end. i had such a nice time writing this for Alucard oh my shayla. wc: 2.2k // read part 1

Weeks passed since the fight against Erzsebet ended and peace was restored in Paris. With danger out of the way, Annette and Richter gone and Maria finally settled down at her own place, it was safe for Alucard to return by your side.

He hoped the letter he sent a few days prior reached you– hoped you were waiting for him by the gates of the abbey, ready to depart as he instructed but much to his surprise, when he finally climbed the pathway up the last hill before the monastery and the entrance came into view you weren't there. Alucard's steps quickened instinctively, his fangs baring almost imperceptibly as he inhaled through his mouth, bracing himself for the metallic taste and smell of blood but the air was fresh, clean, bathed in moonlight. So you weren't hurt. No ill fortune had befallen the abbey while he wasn't there to protect you.

The dhampir only picked up a trace of your smell when he was well past the gates of your sanctuary – that faint, now slightly different scent that was still undoubtedly yours. After breathing it from your skin those fleeting nights he could recognize it anywhere. Following your scent, Alucard stepped around the rudimentary graves marked with wooden crosses in the yard, careful as if not to awaken the dead, and made his way behind the church. When his eyes landed on your figure, kneeled under a blooming apple tree his breath hitched, his muscles tensing. He didn't even bother to keep silent as he ran towards you, his boots crunching against the dirt. By the time you noticed him and got up to your feet he was by your side, pulling you in a gentle embrace.

"My sweet, how I have missed you." he whispered against your neck, a content sigh escaping his lips when you returned the embrace. You were real, warm against his cold touch and the frankincense in your hair made him shudder; you smelled so holy, so sacred. He only released you when you called out his name, tilting his head down to meet your gaze and oh you looked at him so beautifully, as if stars had fallen from the sky into your eyes. "It has been so long. I feared you would not make it here." you said softly, threading your fingers through his hair.

"I swore I would come for you and I did. I sincerely apologize it took so long, but there were some things I still needed to set in order." he explained, taking your hand from his hair to press a kiss to your knuckles. "I am pleased to find you well."

Your gaze softened at his gesture, fingers slipping between his pale ones to hold his hand. "Yes, one could say I am well."

"I hope the nuns did not cause you any trouble." he jested, attempting to lighten the mood and you cracked a small smile. Hoisting up your white dress, you took a seat on the ground, patting the spot next to you. "They have been quite gentle, though judging by how eager they were to help me pack for the trip they must be delighted to see me gone."

Alucard sat beside you, brushing the white petals that had fallen onto your hair. The silence of the night was only disrupted by the soft rustle of your dress when you moved to lay your head on his lap. With his back propped against the tree trunk, the dhampir extended one leg out long so your could find a more comfortable position, toying with the strands sprawled across his lap. You could feel his gaze on the back of your head, urging you to turn face him but you kept your back to him, looking towards the church– it's walls almost silver in the moonlight. The cross atop the steeple has long lost its shine, now only casting a long shadow across the grass in the yard. Sighing softly, you folded an arm under your head, burying your face in the crook of your elbow.

The dhampir's hand moved to your scalp, gently caressing the side of your head. He could tell by how tense you were that something was weighing on your mind. Was it his return? Or perhaps you were displeased he had let you wait so long before he came back? His nose scrunched at the thought and he shook his head as if to dismiss his worries. "You seem nostalgic. Is something bothering you, my sweet?"

You shrugged absentmindedly and Alucard couldn't help but huff lightly. You could be so stubborn sometimes...

"If there is nothing upsetting you, dear lady, you'd do well to face me. Two months apart and you greet me with a cold shoulder... It is quite cruel." he chided and you finally complied, turning on your back and gazing up at him. Alucard didn't miss the shadow clouding your eyes, his thumb tracing the shape of your brow, moving down to your cheek. "What is it?"

Toying with the wet blades of grass at his feet, you looked up to meet his gaze again. "What will you do when I grow old?" Alucard's lips parted but before he could answer you continued. "Or if some misfortune befalls me? I am but a mortal, I am bound to perish eventually–"

"Sweet thing, you must not concern yourself with such grim thoughts" he began but you quickly cut him off again, lifting your head off his thigh. "How could I not think about it when in a few decades I will wither and you will be alone again? You cannot imagine how much this thought pains me–"

"The grief will be mine to deal with." he said sharply, obviously distraught by your words. Lifting yourself to your knees, you shimmied closer to him, hands gently tugging at the material of his coat, drawing him closer. "But it does not have to be like this. You could turn me."

The words knocked the breath out of him, brows shooting up in surprise; but only a split second later a dark shadow was cast over his face. How could he even suggest that he would take away your essence, your light and condemn you to a life in the shadows? "Absolutely not." he said stiffly, his composure wavering.

"Listen to me" you argued "We could be together forever, we could travel the world without worrying about me dying or anything else. Do you not want that?"

The dhampir shook his head, his eyes squeezing shut. He needed a moment to recollect himself; your sudden request rendered him speechless. The mere thought of turning you into one of his kind, to drain the life from you– that life that made you so radiant, so beautiful and so you seemed sacrilegious. Nevetheless he could find reason in your logic and perhaps a shred hope too. He had loved and lost so many over centuries, not even once offering to turn any of his lovers. He has been selfless, reminding himself that those people he so treasured deserved to rest in peace, to know the eternal sleep and the Garden of Eden, not roam the earth as devils. Yet, your pleas were weakening his resolve. A more selfish and indulgent part of him reasoned it wouldn't be that terrible if he made you a vampire– his bride in life and death until the end of time.

"You would be hunted down by humans, cursed wherever you go. You will never have a home nor will you feel the warmth of the sun upon your skin again. You will live in the shadows and feed on the blood of innocents. Is that the fate you wish to damn yourself to?" he spoke with feigned composure, cradling your face in his hands. His palms felt cold against your cheeks, your eyes glistening as you nodded your head. "I do not care for other humans, nor for the sun. I only wish to be by your side."

Your selflessness, willingness to give up on life to join him in death was disarming. It warmed his heart in a revolting way, but despite his hesitation, he was but a creature of impulse; turning humans was his legacy, a craving running deep in his blood. With steady hands he pulled you up in his lap, your legs resting on each side of his hips, his hair draping over your frame when he leaned over you. "Do you fully understand what you wish for? What you would give up on?"

The dhampir noticed the shadow of doubt on your face, his head tilting to the side as he waited for your answer. You could sense the change of heart in your loved, the whites of his eye flickering red. Were you certain? Perhaps not fully, but it wouldn't be the first time you did something utterly foolish for love. A sharp hiss left his lips when you nodded, his gaze drifting to the now healed marks on the column of your throat. With a shaky hand he moved your hair over your shoulder and you craned your head to the side, offering him get a better look at your neck. Alucard could see the pulse thrumming under your skin, the vein swelling with each beat of your heart and suddenly you were both aware of the silence surrounding you, as if time itself had frozen. The only sound was Alucard's breath, cold on your skin when he leaned closer, his eyes piercing through yours. "It will hurt, you know?" he hummed, his voice gruff.

"But you will be gentle, right?"

With a last nod, the dhampir swiped his tongue over his lips, dipping his head to your throat. It began with a sting, his fangs piercing your skin, drawing a thin stream of blood but soon enough a scorching pain spread through your body. Choking out gasps, your body shuddered and his hold tightened. His senses were sharper, the sound of your heartbeat rumbling through him, your blood hot and tangy in his mouth. He had fed on enough beings before to know the exact moment when their lives began to fade– a sudden jerk of the limbs, a skip of heartbeat before their body grew limp. Lifting his head from your neck, he dragged his teeth along his wrist, the blood on his lips mixing with his as it dribbled out onto your dress, staining it crimson.

Through your blurry vision you could make out his hazy frame, white hair haloing around his head. Your mouth felt dry, chest tight. It hurt to breathe, hurt to blink, hurt when Alucard's cold blood dripped down your cracked lips onto your tongue and you choked.

"No, no, you must drink." pressed the dhampir, his voice dissonant as if he was underwater. He moved his wrist to your mouth again, jamming it between your lips and pushing your head back so you could swallow more easily. With his free hand he cradled your head, shushing you. He knew how excruciating the pain was, how straining the metamorphosis could be. Your skin grew colder, paler, eyes darker, nails sharper– tearing apart the material of his cape where you clutched onto him. And despite the pained screams and writhes he held you close, pressing bloody kisses to your face. His stomach churned, brows pinching when he felt your fangs growing, dipping into his wrist as you drank greedily. When a soft gust of wind swept through the crown of the tree, white petals clung onto your dark hair like little stars on the night sky. Terrifyingly beautiful, even like this you were enchanting, your lips glistening red when you finally pulled away, breathing heavily.

The wild look in your eyes mellowed when your gaze met his, your grip loosening. Alucard tilted his head to the side, a relieved smile etching itself on his lips. "Just breathe, easy, sweetling. You handled it so well." he whispered, breathing in the blood on your breath.

And then you wrapped your arms around his neck, dragging him on top of you. A hand braced itself next to your head, his mouth meeting yours halfway. You could taste each other on your tongues, teeth clashing, his hands gripping at your dress, your your back, your hips. With a sharp exhale, you slipped your hands along his jacket, tugging him closer. Your dress, now soiled with dirt and blood was crumpled at your hips, the shadow of the cross on the steeple now right over your bodies.

Pulling away for a moment, the dhampir sighed shakily, his eyes drooping as he gazed down at you– so wild, so deadly, so beautiful, still so you. "We must go soon if we want to make it back to the city before dawn." he hummed and you nodded. "We have all the time we need now, don't we?" you whispered back, like a hushed secret, closing your eyes and dipping your head back, open, wanting. Like a flame, you drew him in and he let himself fall into you and all it took was a breathy I love you spilled from his lips to know that he was truly yours. Indeed, you were right- you had all the time you needed, now and forever, finally as one.

tags: @virtuapicklequirkreader @pinkberryfox @nwjsns @mxyarylla @jjjjaneee333

[silkythewriter]

I had an idea for a few headcanons you could do if ya want—

Maybe Sir Pentious with a reader who is so obviously in love with him, and keeps pining over him while literally everyone else but Sir Pentious himself can tell they like him? Like he's just really oblivous until reader finally straight up tells him.

Sir Pentious with a clearly in love reader!(●’◡’●)❤︎︎

Warnings!: Non!

Fandoms!:Hazbin hotel!

Author’s note!: HI HI OMG I LOVE SIR PENTIOUS HES SO SILLY!!!! I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS AS MUCH AS I DID

Summary!: reader who’s clearly in love with our favorite snake demon

❤️Written by silkythewriter Do not steal or repost on any other platform please! ❤️

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“Call me, you can call me

Boy, just call me (call me, call me)

While you stalling, I'm evolving

I'd give all me”

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!🐍✨Sir Pentious✨🐍!

First of all, just to get out of the way, THIS MAN IS OBLIVIOUS!!!!, Autism be damned my boy can pull without even telling!!!!!

No but in all seriousness he is oblivious to your obvious longing for him.

Everyone can see you giving him shy longing stares only for him to be ranting about his latest invention. Not only would he not be able to tell but he’d always think your just being nice!

Of course he’s crushing hard behind his bedroom door to his little eggs. Happily stating and going on rambles of how gorgeous you looked today. He’d state everything! From the new hair style you tried to the new piece of clothing you bought and wore. When I mean he notices everything I mean it, but for some reason he can’t pick up on your obvious love for him.

The way he could stare in your eye as you tell him he looks breathtaking and still think you mean it just to be nice is astonishing. OF COURSE HES BLUSHING AND KICKING HIS TAIL, but he can’t bring himself to think you like him anymore than just friends!

He’d go to his egg boys and sadly rant on how you’ll only see him as friend. And the egg boys all share one Brain cell so they can’t tell you like him aswell!, maybe they might accidentally spill, or almost spill the secret of him liking you but he quickly knocks them away before you can make sense of what their saying.

All the residents watch as you do your best to drop hints only for him to complete miss it. Even angel cringes as he watches him completely be oblivious to the obvious flirting, it’s take Charlie and Vaggie to stop him from pointing out the obvious.

Husk almost always gives Sir Pentious as gaze of just utter confusion and tiredness.

He’d gladly take flowers from you that you gifted him and take care of it for weeks on end without realizing the romantic gesture!

Alastor, as always finds it humorous, although he usually doesn’t indulge himself in romantic like things he’s find it hilarious. “Even with three eyes he still can’t see the obvious! Ha!”

Charlie tries to help to the best of her ability to help guid him the right direction but it’s just end up with him more confused. Vaggie just face slaps internally,

honestly the whole crew wasn’t having high hopes for him as dim as that is. , look! He ain’t bad looking, but not many people would prefer his clumsy self, so they were honestly hoping he’d figure it out before you possibly moved on.

Even when your upset at the obvious frustrating situation he’s still be confused while trying to do his best to comfort you.

“Well I think the man isss clearly as dumb as a rock!”

It took you starring dead in his eyes for him to question if you were alright. Before you stated it was him

The way he just stood staring at you in pure disbelief, before snapping out of it and embarrassed as his previous words. But after the said embarrassment he’s full with giddy, why of course you love him!, he’s the great sir pentious!

Yea his embarrassment would quickly turn into pride, considering he got someone as beautiful as you to fall for him.

Definition of a clumsy gentlemen, he’d open doors so fast it’d smack him in the face, or pull when it’s a push door and be confused why it’s not opening.(´ω｀💧)

He’s just a silly lil guy! (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

I feel like the crew in the hotel would be relief to find he finally figured out.

At the end of the night he’s squealing like a high school girl as he rambles to his egg boys about you in a new light!.

He’s gift you small little trinkets or happily spend hours with you talking!

He’s as lovesick as your are! He’s just a bit dense when it comes to accepting the fact you love.

It’s like the roles switched! Now he’s daydreaming-ly staring at you happy to have you as his, and him a yours.

Like I’ve said before! He’s a total drama queen, he can’t help it!, deny him a kiss teasingly? He’s crumbling down to the ground and holding his chest as if he just had a heart attack! (¬_¬)

He’s not at all secretive of his love for you, even if he wants to, to keep his image “professional”, he just can’t help and dote on you!

overall he’s a big dote and softy even if he tries to hide it, loves you with his whole being! ( ˘ω˘ ) He can a be a bit over the top sometimes but you’ll come to accept it! And hey who wouldn’t want a silly snake demons who’s tripping over their tail for you. Yea you got him in and over his head but he wouldn’t have it any other way. The roles have truly reversed(≖ᴗ≖✿)

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I LOVE HIS SILLY LIL SELF SO MUCH MORE PEOPLE SHOULD WRITE FOR HIM :(. TYSM FOR THE REQUEST I LOVED IT SM!!!! PLEASE COME AGAIN!!

[galaxysketches]

Wondering if I can humbly request an Emmet in these trying times. Your art and animations so adorable and well done it really makes me happy. Also thanks for getting me obsessed with submas and I hope you have an amazing day!

he believes in you !

[tra1nchi]

I need Yan claude to get jealous over new darling,,

Getting jealous over someone else going after his new darling when he hasnt made it clear that he doesnt like his old darling anymore..

Ends with new darling putting claude in his place

(Top male reader this time?)

ALSO LOVE UR WORK PLS KEEP IT UP LIKE IT KEEPS MY BONER UP!! /hj

MINORS DNI!! Top male reader,,Yan! Claude,,jealous s3x,,possessive Claude,,

He had started dating you and he was ecstatic,,he couldn't believe that he was dating the most perfect,,most handsome man in the world!! You were perfect for him and Claude knew it!! He already saw you both getting married soon

But he felt that shatter when he saw other people flirting with his precious darling,,did other people not know that you were his? You didn't seem to be reciprocating the persons advances,,Claude still felt the need to but in

Holding his arms around his waist,,glaring darkly at the person who was flirting innocently with you,,you seemed to grow slightly irritated by this,,letting off the person with a gentle tone before turning to Claude,,

"I told you..you're mine.." he mutters staring up into your eyes,,his hands moving up to cup your face,,lensing intopress his lips deeply against yours,,his hands digging into your clothes as he starts to heavily make out with you,,

His eyes widen when you started to take control of the kiss suddenly,,holding deeply onto his waist,,pushing Claude against the wall,,your knee moving inbetween his thighs,,letting out a shaky breath as his eyes drift close letting you take over,,letting his precious darling use his body!!

Dragging Claude all the way back to your college dorm,,forcing him down on the bed,,he looked up at you with eyes that begged for you to take him over,,use Claude however you would like,,lifting his thighs up using his hands and eagerly spreading himself for you :3

"Mhm! Yes! M-more! Fuck me darling~" He moans purposely like a slut,,drool running down his chin as a wide grin was on his face as he got fucked by his darling,,growing addicted to how your cock felt inside of him so deeply hitting his prostate <33

[linusbenjamin]

What the hell just happened?

[whump-in-the-closet]

What about some sweet drug induced hallucinations :0

content: interrogation, noncon drug, hallucinations, needle

"I'm not telling you a thing!" spat Whumpee, twisting against their restraints.

Whumper laughed. "I'd hardly expect you to say otherwise." They turned to fidget with something just out of Whumpee's view, something metallic, something that clicked and clattered along the table.

There was a sudden, sharp smell of ammonia and harsh chemicals.

"They all say that, to start with." Whumper faced their captive with a hypodermic needle in their blue-gloved hand. "And then they meet my friend." They squirted a small amount of clear liquid into the air, and then nodded, satisfied.

Whumpee forced a laugh of their own. "You think that scares me? A big needle? What am I, five?"

Whumper smiled, teeth razor sharp in the glinting light. It didn't reach their eyes. They stepped closer, "Don't fight it. It'll hurt less this way."

Whumpee fought it. They thrashed and kicked but Whumper merely stepped to the side. Grabbing a fistful of hair, they shoved Whumpee's neck upwards, baring it to the needle.

Whumper wiped a patch of skin clean with an antiinfectant, the cloth stinging cold.

Whumpee snarled. "You'll need more than a needle to get me to break, smartass."

Hot air brushed against Whumpee's ear as Whumper whispered, "I don't need you to break--" the needle pinched the side of Whumpee's throat, ice-cold and biting, "I need you to wish you had."

They let go of Whumpee and stepped away.

The drug hit them like a weight dropped on their chest. The pain was immediate, jagged, gnawing at their inside. Whumpee stifled a cry and slumped against their restraints. Within a few seconds, their limbs stopped listening to them and their head throbbed--pounding to a strain of music they only half-recognized, a song they should know but couldn't place.

It took all of their strength, all of their training to look up. The corners of their vision blurred, twisting into spirals that distorted depth, light, and-- and everything.

Everything.

Whumper stood in the shadows, laughing. Their face--no, their entire head-- shifted. It bloomed into the face of a deer-- a deer with bright, brilliant eyes, its stare too blank, too wide. Its horns spiraled up, up, up into razor-points, syringe-points-- dangerous--horrible.

Whumpee whimpered, drawing back.

Something rose out of the shadows with teeth and burning skin.

-- help me--

Whumper towered over them, the smell of rot overwhelming, singing Whumpee's nostrils.

Whumper ran a hand through Whumpee's hair, laughing with a voice that sounded like wind in the dead trees. "You're not going anywhere."

Something snapped, a knot unraveling in a thousand different directions-- it felt so real, so so real.

More voices. More voices joined the first, whispers curling into the chaos of the drug, pulling at the edges of their sanity.

Help--

[leopardom]

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[xofemeraldstars]

9-1-1 -> 7x5 ❝ you don't know me ❞ — requested by anon

[w1ld-wr1t3r]

could you write a cute lil drabble of reader who has anxiety (could be general or maybe something specific like being in a car) x lando norris and lando is a big comfort to the reader and then one day after a bad race the reader gets to be a comfort to him (i imagine their love language to be physical touch)!

Normally I don't like to write reader inserts, but I like this prompt so I'll give it a try just this once!

The greatest comfort in your life was Lando. He was one of the only ones who understood you, who understood what you went through. He never judged you when your anxiety got bad. He would just hold you close and whisper comforts in your ear, until you felt like yourself again.

Your anxiety often struck when you least expected it, snowballing from slight nerves to nearly immobilizing fear before you could stop it. You were more likely to have an attack when you were stressed, be it about work or your relationship or even just life in general. Lando was one of the only ones who had never made you feel bad about having anxiety, and he'd always done his best to help you through it, even when he'd been scared of doing something wrong. It was one of the many things you loved about him.

It wasn't often that you had to return the favor. He was so strong, taking steps to preserve his mental health and facing everything thrown at him with confidence. He wasn't immune to anxiety, but it struck him so infrequently that you hadn't had a chance yet to take care of him the way he'd always taken care of you. You would never wish for it to happen, never, but you did wish that you could show him how much you appreciated everything he did for you.

That time came unexpectedly after a wet race where things went completely to shit.

You'd nearly had to leave the garage halfway through the race, so anxious that you were almost vibrating out of your skin. Lando had had horrible luck today, ranging from a poorly-timed pit stop to caught in the crossfire of not one but two separate incidents on track. When a Williams collided with him on lap 42 and knocked him out of the race for good, you only breathed a sigh of relief because at least it was over now, and you didn't have to watch him try not to die out there any more.

You knew he would be upset, of course. Who wouldn't be after a race like that? You knew you had some of his favorite comfort meals on hand, and were ready to pull one of them out when you got home and start cooking. The activity would help calm your own nerves, and familiar food would hopefully lift his spirits, too.

But when you got back to your room, he was already there, and he was already crying.

You froze for a moment as you took in the scene before you. He wasn't just crying, you realized, he was sobbing. He was huddled on the sofa, curled into a ball and head in his shaking hands. Three different hoodies were strewn around him, like he'd been trying to find something comfortable and soothing to wear but nothing had done the trick. And he hadn't even changed out of his fireproofs. He must have come straight here as soon as he was free, too broken and upset to face anyone.

"Lando?" you asked cautiously, walking closer to him. He didn't stop crying, but didn't move away as you carefully sat next to him. "Are you -"

You cut yourself off before you finished the question. Of course he wasn't okay. Why ask the question when the answer was already obvious?

"Is there anything I can do to help?" you asked instead. You itched to pull him into your arms and hold him, hug him tight until the tension finally left him and he felt safe again. You wanted to ask what had made him cry, but you knew he probably wouldn't be able to tell you now, not while he was sobbing his eyes out and breathing little hiccupping breaths. You had a theory, though, that it was because he felt like he'd let everyone down today and was a failure. You wanted to tell him that that wasn't true, that he'd done amazing today, even with all of the odds stacked against him. He'd been so strong all day, and it was okay if he needed to cry now. You just wanted to help him through it.

Without looking up at you or saying anything, he leaned closer to you, reaching out with a whine. You understood what he wanted immediately, and tugged him to your chest for a hug. He sobbed into your shirt, burrowing into your arms until he felt like he was safe.

"Don't let me go," he whispered, sniffling. "P-please don't let me go."

You hugged him tight, rubbing his back soothingly. "I won't," you promised. "I'm here."

He settled deeper into your arms, clutching you like a lifeline. You continued to hold him, gently rubbing his back and occasionally whispering soothing words to him. You weren't anxious about the day's events at all any more - you were just glad that you could be here to help him through this.

Finally, after a long stretch of silence, he sniffled and whispered. "Th-thank you. I love you."

You smiled, giving him a gentle squeeze and kissing the top of his head. "I love you too."

You two had each other. And you were going to be okay.

[arkarti]

No peepaw eggplant for us😔✊🏻

well, think again! there u have it 😌🙏

"happy now?"

[userbarson]

[meracyn]

Fairy Whispers ༄

a/n ; first ever fic ! apologies in advance if it isnt too good 😭 thank you for requesting anon <3 this fic is meant to be platonic, but read it either way you’d like + tomorrow ill probs post some shuichi content, n e ways i hope you enjoy !!

Fairy Tail.

The world where magic and adventure intertwine at every corner; where many are given the gift of bearing a sort of power, yet not everyone uses it to help and save others.

There’s corruption. Murder. Bloodshed caused by those consumed by the desire of gaining more power.

But of course, there are always ones with a good heart.

It was a sunny day today; and a day where everyone at the Fairy Tail guild could relax. Everyone was mostly off doing their own thing. Some drinking, reading quietly, chatting or hanging out with others.

It was supposed to be a chill day today, but definitely wasn’t for Lucy.

“Stop! Please, don’t hurt them!”

Lucy was sent on a mission — having to catch some robbers on a small village. It was pretty simple, so she took her time walking around, enjoying her alone time, or was, until she heard faint cries of distress. Following the sound, she came upon a scene that caught her off guard; it was a group of fairy poachers, trapping innocent fairies in nets, crushing or squeezing them in dirty bags. Lucy felt anger, and knew she had to act fast. Summoning her celestial spirits, she began to attack them, using her quick wit and power.

After sending them all flying off, Lucy quickly freed all the fairies, who hid or flew off as well, except for one. Stuck between a net, Lucy picked up the fairy out of the strings. The fairy, with sparkly wings and tear-filled eyes, looked up at Lucy, admiration, yet a hint of sadness mixing in her expression. “Thank you so much for saving me and my friends..” Slightly trembling, she continued. “I thought I was going to be their next experiment..”

Lucy smiled a little, lifting her finger to pat the fairy’s head. “It’s okay now, I’m here to protect you.” She said, hoping to provide her some comfort. However, as they both turned around, Lucy realized the amount of damage that was done. The poachers had destroyed the fairy’s home in the chaos, leaving her with no place to return to. “Where will I go to now?” the fairy whispered in worry.

Though dwelling in sadness, the fairy was admired by Lucy’s quickness to get involved and save her. “Thank you for saving me,” she said, voice slightly shaky. In a moment of thankfulness, she leaned in and gave Lucy a gentle kiss on the nose.

To their surprise, Lucy’s nose began to grow—two feet long, just like Pinocchio — Lucy was stunned — poked her nose, felt embarrassed and shocked. She did not expect that to happen by one small kiss. “Well, at least no one will see me like this! I hope...” she tried to joke, chuckling awkwardly.

The fairy gasped at the sight of Lucy, wondering how the kiss caused that strange effect. “Oh no..I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that would happen, but I’m sure it will wear off in a day.. I’m so sorry..” She cried out, frantically flying around while apologizing profusely.

Lucy only chuckled, shaking her head slightly. “It’s fine! It isn’t your fault, I know you have good intentions. But I guess I can smell trouble from a mile away now!” she exclaimed, trying to lighten the mood. The fairy, though still blaming herself, ended up smiling a little at Lucy’s attempt to make her feel better about the situation.

As they walked together, the fairy got an idea. “What if your nose becomes my new home in the meantime?” Lucy looked at her with an expression that said ‘That is the most wild idea I’ve ever heard.’ At the same time, she did understand how the little creature must be feeling, – losing the only place you call home is devastating.

“Does that mean you’ll decorate my nose and cut some parts to resemble it as a house?” Lucy teased. The fairy let out a short giggle while nodding, going along with Lucy’s jokes. “Now that you said it, maybe I should.” The celestial wizard feigned a look of horror before the two burst into laughter. Lucy promised to help her find a new home, and to find her whenever she needed help in the future.

The rest of the day was spent with them both picking up flowers, grass and small sticks. Using her magic, the fairy transformed the objects into a cloud seat, a small bed, table and chairs, filled with laughter along the way. Despite Lucy’s strange nose, she wasn’t too worried about it – at least it wasn’t permanent. Although it did feel really weird, she never would’ve expected to feel her nose heavy. Is this how Pinocchio felt? The blonde wondered. “I’ll definitely never forget this day.” she chuckled.

As the sun began to set, Lucy decided to lay down on the grass, humming contently as the cool breeze brushed against her skin. This experience was definitely strange but ending up being a lot of fun in the end.

It was quiet for a while, before she spoke up. “Like I said, whenever you need help, come find me at fairy tail. I’m Lucy Heartfilia, and I promise to always protect you.” Turning her head slightly, Lucy raised her hand, holding her pinky finger out. The fairy smiled, giving a nod. “I’m Y/N, and I promise you will always have the protection of the fairies from now on.”

They linked pinkies, under the starry night sky.