#i hope je dies. anyway

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[luckylzclerc]

A Thousand Miles 𓍢ִ໋🏁՞ᰔᩚ (cl16)

sypnosis : Due to your different careers, You both have been in a long distance relationship for quite some time. Charles has been nothing but supportive of you and got himself into a habit of mentioning you nonstop in interviews which sparks the attention from the media.

request : yes! from this request ₊˚.༄

AU : Mixed AU (smau + written au)

genre : fluff

an : first post since 2023 ! I changed my layout and tried to be more aesthetic (kinda..) lmk your thoughts on that! anyway, i hope u guys enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed making it hehe :3 pls don't be shy to request, I'll definitely try to answer them all 💌 anyways, have fun reading this and don't forget to like, comment and reblog!

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charles_leclerc mon cœur, i miss you

⤷ yourusername ahh Charles, tu me manques aussi bebe

(i miss you too bebe)

lando we miss you here, y/n! 😔

⤷ yourusername landooo!! missing you guys too💘💘

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The paddock is buzzing with excitement as fans from all over the world arrive to watch the 2025 Imola gp. Meanwhile, in the Ferrari garage, Charles is on the phone with his lovely girl, y/n.

"Charles, isn't qualifying starting soon?" asked the girl, interrupting her boyfriends ramble about an inchident that happened the night before. "Huh? shit! it's starting in 20 minutes!" replied the monegasque frantically while quickly gathering all his stuff.

Confused, she raised an eyebrow, "Are you going to end the call, or do you want me to do it?". Charles' panicked face contorts into a pout "Do we really have to end the call?" he asked with a soft tone. On the other end of the line, y/n chuckled "yes, yes have to mon amor. I'll talk to you later yeah? Promise me you'll do your best okay?, good luck". He smiles softly at her "Promise, je t'aime" while clicking the 'end call' button. All he could do now is just hope for the best as he wants to get pole to make her proud.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"POLE POSITION BABYYY" echoes through the entire paddock as Charles crossed the finishing line with the fastest time amongst all 19 drivers. As the crowd errupt with cheers from the tifosi(s), Charles makes his way to the post qualifying interviews.

interview .ᐟ

still feeling giddy, Charles decides to call y/n to tell her about the qualifying even though she was probably watching the entire time. *ring ring ring* -voicemail "huh?" confused as he can be, he started worrying about the sudden voicemail so, he called her again. twice. thrice. no answer. 'What is she up to?' Charles thought to himself.

Without any warning, Carlos barged into his room to congratulate his teammate. Noticing the monegasque's unhappy face "Carino, you okay ?" asked Carlos with a careful tone. "Yeah, im alright, its just y/n. She's not picking up my calls!". Understanding the situation, the spaniard comforted his teammate "Ah, maybe her device died or, I don't know? She took a nap or something.. theres endless possibilities, don't worry about it too much."

Nodding, "Maybe you're right.. thanks mate" "No problem!Now time to celebrate!!" Still full of adrenaline from the pole position but not feeling like celebrating, he decided to just head back to the hotel to rest "You celebrate, I'm going back to the hotel" said the monegasque. Walking to his car, he thought to himself 'Maybe she's asleep, I'll just call her again when i get back to the hotel' while trying to ignore the constant feeling of worry.

twitter .ᐟ

As upon his arrival at the hotel, Charles still couldn't shake the feeling of a pit forming in his stomach so, after reaching to his assigned room, he quickly calls y/n again.*ring ring ring*

"Y/n are you there?" furrowing his brows while trying to make sense the black screen on his phone. "Charles! Congratulations on the pole, I'm so proud of you, knew you could do it!" said y/n with excitement filling her tone. Charles commented "Thank you! amor, I don't know if its my phone but I cannot see your face". A few moment of silence passed and Charles keep hearing commotion on the other end of the line.. "bebe? are you there? are you out right now..?". Finally, the girl answered short and sweetly "Sorry, got to go, talk to you tomorrow amor! bisous" and the call went dead.

Now he's even more confused. While trying to decide wether to investigate or not, tiredness washes over him. Finally deciding to ignore the paranoid feeling, Charles decides to get ready for bed and bother the girl with more questions the following day.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

As Charles wakes up at the crack of dawn, all his worries about y/n seems to disappear and he decides to just focus on his race today. While getting ready, he receives a notification on imessage from her wishing him luck on todays race, and that alone is enough to make him smile from the words of encouragement.

As soon as he arrives at the circuit, Charles was quickly rushed to the Ferrari garage to get prepped for the race at Imola. Todays goal was to win, make y/n proud and oh! win again. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to him, Y/n is on the plane flying a thousand miles away to get to the Imola grand prix in time.

Y/n arrives just in time as there were 2 more laps to go. As she quickly rushes to the Ferrari garage, Charles zoomed by the checkered flag in first place. The entire garage was filled with screams and cheers of joy celebrating another win for Ferrari. Outside, y/n could hear the grandstand booming with celebrations as the tifosi(s) celebrate Charles' victory. She couldn't believe it, it was her first time witnessing his win in real life and was feeling overjoyed. Her heart was full of love and admiration.

Charles parked his f1 car behind the '#1' sign and jumped out of the vehicle while doing a celebratory pose. He was feeling so pleased with his results and all he could think about was telling y/n.

As the post race interviews were held, y/n was hiding in the McLaren garage to avoid spoiling the surprise and bumping into her partner.

interviews .ᐟ

"Charles Leclercc!!" echoes through the entire circuit as they announced the winner of the race. Charles walked to the first place of the podium, full of pride and a huge smile across his face. Y/n was standing amongst the crowds watching him stand on the top of the podium filled with excitement and proudness. 'I knew you could do it' she thought to herself, smiling like an idiot.

As the national anthem of Monaco ended, the top 3 winners sprayed each other with champagne and that marks the end of the ceremony.

As Charles makes his way to his motorhome, y/n was hiding in his drivers room with a bouquet in her hand. Other than Charles, his teammate, Carlos was walking alongside him to the motorhome secretly recording the surprise that was about to happen. "Mate, why are u following me to my drivers room?" asked Charles and he twisted the door knob. While still looking at Carlos with a puzzled look, he decides to ask the spaniard again. "Mate???" All Carlos could do was point his head towards the drivers room and there she was. Standing with a huge smile spread on her lips while holding a huge bouquet of red roses.

"Surprise?" said the girl. Charles mouth dropped agape while he stared at her in disbelief "y/n??" as he snaps back into reality, he quickly ran towards his lover and hugged her tightly. "Woah woah! I can't breath Charles" she chuckled. "I can't believe you're here! When did you arrive? How come do I not know? Why didn't you tell me??" Bombarding her with questions. "Mate, calm down" Carlos interjects , which was replied with a glare from his teammate. "Oh you can't believe how much I miss you."

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charles_leclerc Can't believe you're actually here❤️❤️

⤷ yourusername im literally right next to u rn🤨💘

lando not u hiding in the McLaren garage haha!!!

⤷ yourusername CHARLES IS SO BLIND HAHA

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[wonustars]

How Deep Is Your Love?

come to me on a winter breeze, keep me warm in your love ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋆˙

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧  pairing: wen junhui x f.reader ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧  genre: established relationship, fluff, smut (R: mdni 18+) ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧  wordcount: 1.5k

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ summary: jun is your biggest fan, and he'd rather spend his new years worshipping you than spend time doing anything else. ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧  tags/smut tags: whipped!jun, established relationship, readers birthday is jan 1st, new years fic, birthday sex, dom!jun, sub!reader, oral (f. receiving), multiple rounds, rough sex, multiple rounds, spanking, reader is in love with jun's adams apple. ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧  note: for my jumepi, @junkissed, happy birthday to the oomf that i share my one brain cell with. sharks, im giving you 100% of my company for 10 dabloons. anyways enough silly talk, happy bday jumepi i've already read your comments on the doc and this is my second time posting this lawl. love u sm my queen of huihuis, enjoy your day ♡ (ps jun's balls are non returnable to ammazon). a special thank u to @monamipencil for beta-reading, ily!

“Don’t you think we left too early?” You mutter in between gasps of pleasure. 

The vibrations flowing from Jun’s mouth are hot on your neck as he peppers kisses against your supple skin. He had no reason to stay, not when he could spend time worshiping your body. 

He couldn’t care less about his friend's protests as he rushed the both of you home, ready to give in to his most carnal desires. There was no better way than spending New Year's Day and your birthday tangled between the sheets of your shared apartment. 

As he hastily removes your outerwear and his own, he finds himself slipping into your shared routine. First your coat, then your shoes, then his, and so on… all while his large palms search for the dip in your waist. Jun grips you tightly as his lips capture yours in earnest. The universe knew what they were doing, sending you to him. How else is he meant to spend New Year's if not within your tight cunt? 

“I don’t care if the guys are mad we left early, this is your day.” Jun grunts, wrapping your legs around his torso before making his way to your bedroom. 

“This happens every year, don’t you want to spend the New Year differently?” you retort, but he can only shake his head in protest. 

“If it doesn’t include worshipping my hot girlfriend then I don’t care,” he replies, pulling back to stare at you earnestly. 

Whatever argument you had built on the tip of your tongue dies as he presses your heat against his growing member. The moan that erupts from your throat is raw and high-pitched, a melodic symphony to your boyfriend’s ears.

As the two of you reach your bed, he throws you onto the mattress, knowing how much you love it when he showcases his strength in front of you. The mere thought of overpowering you while slipping himself into your wet hole leaves his cock twitching with desire.   

“Who gave you the right to be so corny?” you snort, propping yourself on the mattress as you watch Jun discard whatever clothing he had left. 

“Like I said, I can’t help it. Gotta show my baby how much I appreciate her,” he shrugs, dipping down into the bed with you. 

His nose rubs against yours affectionately, savouring your saccharine scent. Jun is left dizzy with lust, and most importantly love. One could only hope to feel the same amount of affection he does for you. From the top of your head to the very tip of your toes, he adores everything about you. Fuck everything else, he only needs one thing, one person. 

You. 

With his mind swimming, he drowns himself in your warmth. Fingers tracing the outlines of your bare stomach, trying his best to remove your sweater from your body.

“Enough teasing, please baby,” you whine. 

Jun didn’t think he was teasing at all, but he could never deny himself of your requests. Especially when you talk with such a needy tone. 

As much as he wanted to savour every crevice of your body, he couldn’t delay himself even further. The button of your jeans unclasp, and they’re off your legs within seconds. The denim flies across the room as Jun dives back into your neck, red marks blooming in his wake. 

Your head lolls back, giving him more room to work with. While his breath is hot along your skin, Jun’s hands grip the meat of your thighs. His hands shift higher until they’ve reached the apex of your awaiting sex. 

The whine you let out causes Jun to groan in response, but there’s something more important that awaits him. Tongue sliding against your inner thighs, he indulges himself in the scent of your nectar. The tip of his nose bumps against your clit and he peppers kisses along your folds. 

“F-fuck. Oh fuck! Baby–,” your barely comprehensible blabber is cut off the moment Jun sticks his wet tongue inside you. 

Massaging your folds, he continues to play with your pussy till your legs shake around his head. Your fingers grip the root of his blond hair, his mind blank as he focuses on one thing only. 

Handprints mark your thighs from the sheer strength he’s using to hold you in place, wanting you to succumb to the pleasure, to feel it in your core. Until the very moment your juices cover his lips and chin. 

“You taste like heaven,” Jun groans from underneath you. 

“J-just fuck me. Please, wanna cum with you,” you beg. 

The breath in Jun’s throat hitches, pulling away from your sweet pussy, he sits on his heels. One hand wraps around his hardened length while the other continues to rub on your sensitive bud. Your eyes are lidded with desire, completely fucked out just for him. 

He especially loves the way your cheeks flush whenever you're in a complete state of utter lust. The simple inhale and exhale of your breath, the way it causes your chest to heave in and out. One could only be this lucky to have you as their girlfriend. Jun can’t even come to comprehend what he has done to deserve your very being, but he can at least try to show you how deeply in love he is with you. 

“You ready baby?” He asks, although he knows you simply can’t wait a second longer. 

“Mhm, I love it when you fuck me hard. Will you do it for me? It’s almost my birthday you know,” you whisper, grabbing his hand to pull him over your body. 

Jun’s eyebrows scrunch, his resolve weakened by your voice, your words. 

“Fuck yes, gonna fuck you into the next year,” he mutters before grabbing your thighs once again. 

Your hand snakes its way down between your bodies, his cock hard, pulsating with need. Jun pants above you, waiting for you to align him with your sopping hole. 

The initial push into your tight cunt leaves him breathless, Jun’s thick cock stretching your inner walls with enough force that your eyebrows furrow with a mix of pain and pleasure. Forcing himself into you completely, he begins to move in and out with swift thrusts. The tip of his dick kissing your cervix every time his hips collide with yours. 

“So f-fucking tight,” Jun practically growls, hypnotized by the way your cunt is squeezing him. He can barely breathe. 

Pushing your thighs against your chest, Jun begins to pound into you incessantly. The backboard slams against the wall in tandem with his movements. He presses into you even further, wanting you to feel him in your stomach. 

“J-Jun, fu-uck.” you moan out salaciously, your hands intertwined behind his neck. 

Your lips move to his Adam’s apple, and his groans turn into whiny pants. You’ve always known that he was extra sensitive there, his length twitching inside you while you leave sloppy kisses absent-mindedly. 

His thrusts turn erratic the more attention you pay to his Adam’s apple, and it’s not long before he’s spilling his cum inside you, rutting his hips as he fucks you through his high. 

Although Jun can feel exhaustion wash over him, he doesn’t stop fucking your hot cunt. Hands grasp at your waist, turning you over until your ass is perfectly in his line of sight. A fistful of your hair forces your back to arch, his cock still red and angry as he pushes himself inside you once more. 

“Think you can take more of my cum baby?” He mutters into your ear, tightening his grip on you. 

“I can do it, I promise. Just fuck your cum into me,” you pant before a squeal leaves your lips. Jun’s free hand slaps your ass until it’s covered in handprints. 

“Keep doing that, please. I’m gonna cum,” you beg for him again, eyes watering as you reach the apex of your orgasm. 

Jun does as you ask, slapping you till he can feel your walls clench and unclench with every strike. The flow of juices coming from your pussy coats his cock, triggering another spurt of cum to release inside your spent hole. 

Out of breath and balls emptied Jun slumps onto your back, engulfing you into a tight hug. He refuses to pull out, wanting to stay inside you forever if you allow it. He cranes his neck, the clock on the wall striking midnight. January first. 

“Happy birthday baby, I love you,” Jun whispers in your ear, kissing the nape of your neck.

“I love you too, but can you get off my back? you’re crushing me.” Your face is planted into the pillows, voice muffled. 

“Oh right, hehe sorry,” he chuckles sheepishly. 

Finally pulling out of your dripping heat, he manhandles you until you're pressed up against his side—a content sigh leaving his lips. His chest blooms, bliss spreading throughout his limbs. Another year with the love of his life.

 One could only hope to be in love in the same way he is with you. 

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧  note: thank you for reading! although this is dedicated to june for her bday, i hope you enjoyed it too :) lmk what u think by leaving a comment or reblog hehe. see u soon - anna ♡

[mclarengf]

il faut que je te dise quelque chose

a new years party? i bet absolutely nothing will happen.

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note: happy new year yall!!! i hope 2025 brings u all a lot of happiness and good luck x

“i’m gonna do it.”

lando looked up from his phone, “what?”  i haven’t been listening to you at all.”

you pouted at him before repeating yourself, “i’m gonna kiss him tonight. at midnight. for real.”

“wait, oscar?”

you flicked him square in the forehead for his stupidity.

“who else, dummy? i’m gonna sit him down and tell him how i feel, and then, if he somehow feels the same way, i’m gonna kiss him.”

he barks out a laugh and tells you, “about time!”

you liked oscar, and lando was the only other person who knew it. ever since he figured it out in miami, lando had made your life miserable, constantly teasing you if you blushed after oscar complimented you, or if you lost your train of thought when he walked in the room.

“anyway, are you done yet? max wants to know when he should pick us up.”

some of your friends in monaco are throwing a new years party tonight, and you and lando, your closest friend here, are getting ready for it in your apartment. 

well, you’re getting ready. he’s dressed already, in a simple button-up and jeans, and has been tapping at something on his phone for the past 20 minutes— something which looks suspiciously like jetpack joyride. 

you tell lando you have to finish doing your hair, but will probably be done around the time max gets to your place if he leaves now. 

“alright,” he slaps his knees as he stands up, “you have to tell me how it goes, yeah?”

he claps you on the back before leaving to the kitchen, probably to start his night of drinking. 

—

the party was loud. whoever was dj’ing had to have hearing damage, because anyone else wouldn’t be able to be in such close proximity to the bass-boosted speakers.

it was about an hour til midnight, and annoyingly, you still hadn’t seen oscar. that’s why you were now making the rounds trying to find him, sliding past groups of people you didn’t recognise and briefly saying hi to the ones you did. 

you were trying to navigate around a stupidly placed configuration of chairs when you bumped into someone.

“i’m so sorry-“ your apology died on your tongue when you saw who it was.

“oscar!”

he greets you with a hug and a quick kiss to the cheek, “how’ve you been? i haven’t seen you since the championship party!”

you smile up at him.

“i’m good! i’ve been a bit busy at home, so i haven’t been able to do anything else. how are you? you look good!”

you take a step back from him to take the sight of him in. he must have arrived a while ago, if his sweaty hair and the drink in his hand are anything to go by.

“you look beautiful, by the way.”

you’ve never been able to handle his compliments well, not when he always tells you like he really means it. 

you manage to keep your composure enough, though, and stutter out a ‘thank you’ before returning the sentiment. 

“you look really good, too.”

he smiles shyly at the ground, then gestures to a nearby booth so you can continue your conversation. 

as you make your way over, he places his hand on the small of your back, subtly guiding you through the small crowd in between you and your destination. the feeling of his hand on your skin burns, desperately drawing your attention. you try to ignore it though, for fear of blushing so hard that oscar will be able to see it, despite the strobing lights.  

wait, why is oscar staring at you? shit, is it that obvious already? 

you press a hand to your cheek as you sit, trying to feel how warm you actually are, but before you can properly judge your temperature, oscar picks up your talk where you had left it, and the two of you fall back into easy conversation. 

you talk about lots of things, in a way you can only comfortably do so around oscar, and you only take notice of the time again when the people around you start chanting down from 60.

“so, oscar, i was thinking…” you trail off, taking another sip of your drink as you consider how to word your confession.

he looks at you attentively, waiting for whatever you’re about to say. 

“i wanted to tell you that-“ you cut yourself off and sigh. this isn’t working. 

maybe you should just wait til another time. there’s no need to rush anything, you suppose.

35… 34… 33…

oscar has a strange glint in his eye, but you brush it off as being his amusement at your evident speechlessness. 

“nevermind!”

you try to smile like nothing’s wrong, but you’re cursing at yourself on the inside for being such a pussy. 

28… 27… 26…

you decide to switch the topic.

“shouldn’t you find some girl to kiss at midnight?”

he shakes his head, and this time it’s his turn to drink before he talks. 

“nah, i’m happy staying here with you. it’s nice.”

you melt at the thought of oscar being content to spend his new years with you over everyone else at the party. now, if only you could tell him how you’d like to spend the rest of your life with him over everyone else in the world, you’d be very happy.

17… 16… 15…

you spend the last fifteen seconds of your year internally debating whether you should still kiss oscar. i mean, if it’s a new years kiss and he has no idea about your feelings, then it’d be fine, right? 

you almost don’t realise it’s turned midnight because you’re too preoccupied, playing a mental game of eeny meeny miny mo to solve your dilemma. 

the time is brought to your attention, though, when oscar places his hand on your cheek, says, “i’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” and brings you close for a new years kiss.

you could swear you feel fireworks exploding in your chest when your lips touch, and it only takes you a second to realise what’s going on before you respond eagerly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. 

you could die happy now, you think. his lips are so soft, and they fit with yours perfectly. you don’t even mind the taste of jack and coke on his tongue. somehow, it all blends together into one thing— oscar. 

everything is oscar, oscar, oscar. 

when you part, you’re slightly dazed from how passionate the kiss was.

“so, what were you gonna tell me?” 

although his cheeks are also flushed, and his pupils are slightly blown, oscar’s still got a cheeky grin on his face as he catches his breath. 

you roll your eyes, knowing full-well by this point that he knew just as much as you did, the whole time. 

“happy new year, oscar.” 

he raises his glass and tilts it towards you for a cheers.

“happy new year.”

you clink your drinks together, and as he slings an arm around your shoulders, you think, this year may turn out really well. 

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Bullfrog and Rayman/Ramon x g/n reader : taking a bullet for them

I’ve had this little idea for a while now , so I decided to finally sit and write it down !

You see , while I’m the biggest fan of anything regarding fluff I do enjoy a bit of angst sometimes too , so I ended up getting a rush of inspiration imagining the reader protecting the boys with them getting all worried afterwards :,I 

I’ll definitely start working on the requests I received as soon as I can by the way , I just like to post some personal works whenever I get inspired … also because I literally can’t stop it when that happens :,)

Anyway , hope this turned out okay ! 

Details : use of gender neutral reader ;

established relationships ; 

presence of blood , bullet wounds , occasional swearing and general angst with following fluff

Bullfrog 💚

As soon as he turns around and sees you drop on your knees , clutching the bleeding wound with a hiss of pain , Bullfrog immediately drops everything he’s doing and rushes towards you , ignoring the bullets flying in his direction :

he has to get you out of there … he has to do it fast … nothing else matters … 

His small but strong arms pick you and he carries you away from the raging battlefield , the sensation of your blood dripping on his hands filling him with fear …

No matter what the Warden will have to say about this setback , the safety of his beloved is top priority .

When he finally puts you down after reaching a safe spot , Bullfrog can feel the crushing weight of his guilt taking over his every thought , enough to almost make him dizzy …

He knows full well that that bullet was meant for him . 

He should’ve noticed it sooner … why didn’t he notice it sooner ? 

Maybe then you wouldn’t have jumped forward to shield him …

This … this was all his fault . 

The sound of you coughing out blood is what makes Bullfrog snap back to reality .

< B … Bullfrog … ? > 

< Yes y/n , I’m here , I’m right here mon amour , you’re going to be okay , I promise … you just have to stay awake . > 

His voice sounds so soothing and sweet ( tough a bit raspy after his crazy escape ) , and while he begins to take off your coat to get a better look at the wound you can’t help but smile a little in front of his sheer devotion to you …

His movements are gentle but quick , and before you can even process what’s happening Bullfrog has already patched you up to prevent you from losing any more blood …

It’s now that the situation is under control that he brings it up . 

< You really shouldn’t have done that , y/n . If the bullet hit you someplace else with some more precision you could’ve died . > 

You look down at the floor of the alleyway you’re both currently hiding in , feeling his worried eyes on you .

< I … I’m sorry . I didn’t really think it through … 

I panicked : you were in danger and I didn’t want you to get hurt , I just … didn’t know what else to do … > 

Bullfrog’s gaze softens , and before you know it you feel his arms around you , holding you carefully to avoid hurting you more …

< I know , mon cher … you’re always looking out for me , and I love you so much for that reason alone , but please don’t ever do something like that ever again : 

je … je ne peux pas te perdre . > 

You gladly lean into his loving embrace , hugging him back as the pain brought by the wound in your waist disappears momentarily : 

you were just thankful to have Bullfrog by your side , and thankful for his endless love and care for you .

Rayman 🧡

It takes some time for Rayman to realize that an unidentified man just tried to shoot him while the two of you were walking back home after that night’s date , and it’s when he hears your sharp breaths and sees your blood staining his shoes that he fully takes in what happened …

< Y/N !!! > 

He rushes towards you , panic taking over him as his shaky hands get a hold of you : 

you’re hurt … you’re hurt really bad , and it’s all because you protected him .

< Oh - oh g-god - ohmygod —

I can’t … I gotta - H-HELP !!! > 

It doesn’t take long for someone to notice what is going on , and before you know it you can hear the deafening noise coming from the sirens of the ambulance and the many police cars all around the street , as well as a familiar voice …

< Are they going to be okay ?? W-will they live ??? 

Please , they have to live … they have to … > 

Unfortunately you can’t bring yourself to listen further : soon the loss of blood makes you pass out , your blurry vision slowly fading to black as the last thing you feel is someone picking you up from the ground .

Rayman really isn’t handling what happened very well , and the days following the incident are absolutely awful for him …

He ends up drinking a lot more , unable to eat and let alone sleep , and whenever he receives the inevitable calls from the Board of Directors “inviting” him to pull himself together for his show’s sake , he completely loses it … 

< Don’t you understand ?? My . Partner . Got . FUCKING SHOT !!! 

I might never s-see them again , and you want me to “keep it together” ?!? > 

Whenever he stays up at night , waiting for any sorts of news about your condition from the hospital , Rayman can do nothing but silently pray that you’re going to be fine … that he will be able to hold you and kiss you again , and that it’s not all lost … 

… but deep down he really isn’t sure if that’s what’s going to happen , and that terrifies him more than anything .

Then finally , one morning he receives the awaited news : 

you’re alive , you’re feeling a lot better and , most importantly , you’re actually on your way to his lounge ( the last part being a little something you planned to surprise him ) . 

Rayman is overjoyed , and when he hears a knock on the door and sees your beautiful smile waiting for him behind it he can’t contain himself anymore …

< Oh y/n … y/n my love … I-I’m so glad you’re okay , I missed you so much ! > 

He hugs you tightly , sobbing next to your ear , and inevitably you end up crying too …

< I’m here Ray … I’m right here , I’m never leaving you again , I promise … > 

You let out a sigh when Rayman’s lips meet yours , locking them in a loving , passionate kiss …

The two of you really needed it , after everything that’s happened .

Ramon 🖤

Oh boy is he enraged … 

After a moment of silent shock , he glares at that one member of the Board of Directors security that had the guts to harm his darling … 

< You … PIECE OF SHIT !!! > 

Without any regards at all for his safety he rushes towards the man , shooting at him multiple times … even after his dead body has long since hit the floor . 

It takes him a while to calm down , but after taking a few deep , shaky breath , Ramon finally rushes towards you , using his coat to stop the bullet wound from bleeding .

< Hiss - > 

< I know it hurts … but you’re gonna be okay love , just … just bear with me , okay … ? I got you … > 

You nod in response , a little smile appearing on your face as he leans down to kiss your forehead . 

After a few minutes , you start to feel less dizzy than before , and similarly to Bullfrog it’s only then that Ramon confronts you about what happened .

< Now … we really gotta talk about this , y/n , cause I am not about to lose the only person that gives me hope in this hell because they decide to shield me from a bullet without any regard for themselves and their safety . > 

< I … *cough* … I had to though , it would’ve hit y - > 

You can feel Ramon’s hands on your shoulders , and when you look up at him you can see a very serious expression on his face …

< y/n . I mean it . 

I need you to look at me and promise to never take a bullet for me again . 

I … I wouldn’t be able to go on if you were gone … do you understand … ? > 

Your quietly listen to him , your eyes never leaving his , and when you lean forward to give him a little kiss on the nose you hear him sigh softly …

< I won’t … I promise . 

I love you , Ram … sorry for making you worry . >

Ramon smiles in response , holding you closer to him while the sun sets behind the window , illuminating the two of you and the corpses of the Board of Directors around the room …

< I love you too , y/n … very , very much . > 

[notmorbid]

dead like me, season 1.

dialogue prompts from season one of bryan fuller's dead like me.

i excel at not giving a shit.

a sunny disposition goes a long way in any line of work.

if it's my lunch hour, why is it only 35 minutes?

i know what might cheer you up.

everyone always says the same shit at funerals.

why do you have to be such an asshole?

they're not invisible. you just can't see them.

leave the plastic. cash is king.

isn't stealing from dead people kind of tacky?

i'm sorry, i tuned you out. were you whining?

as childhood traumas go, nothing beats the realization that everything dies. including you.

unhappy people do unhappy things.

you need to leave now. you're making me tired.

souls go bad in all kinds of ways.

all you can ever hope to do is make it easier. that may not seem like a lot, but it is.

i think for me, death was just a wakeup call.

you know what your problem is? you wake up every morning wondering what the world's gonna do for you.

i'm going to say this as politely as possible: i will fuck you up.

i am really trying to respect you. i am. but it's really hard sometimes.

carving my own path seems like way too much work.

just so you know, i'm very prone to anxiety attacks.

most of the time i'm talking out of my ass. i don't know shit.

just smell some fucking roses already.

you know, you can talk to me about stuff. if you want to.

monotony is the mind killer.

what you do now matters. what you don't do matters.

what is an average heart, anyway?

the password's 'rimjob', if you want to get on.

i wish people were more complicated, but they're not.

i don't want my picture taken.

it's very tempting to think the little jewels from our lives will bring it all back. but they won't.

i was dreaming about frogs.

i'm pretty sure they put mind control drugs in the water cooler.

you can't come up with a more original way to act out?

intuitive thinkers are the worst.

people lie all the time. it's not a bad thing.

if a lie is big enough, there's an instinctive need to protect it. it's almost maternal.

i need somebody to give me lessons on how to communicate with you, because i'm at a loss.

i need to be unconscious.

have you ever kept a scrapbook?

the lengths i go to for free food.

you've got a worldly quality. a certain je nai se quoi.

falling's easy, you just fall. jumping requires strength of will.

my face gets sore if i smile too much.

do you have to be such an asshole?

there's a finite number of personalities in the world, and i have met them all.

no wonder your children don't come and visit you.

jesus christ, fella, cut the cord.

you always seem to go a different way than everyone else.

open door's an invitation. gotta jump while the door's open.

why do i keep losing all the things and people that i care about?

when you can't make sense of someone leaving, you try to make sense of what they left behind.

i just don't get our culture's obsession with moving on. what are we afraid of, remembering? being sad?

you want to steal something, don't you?

you want to be a bowling pin your whole life, or would you rather be the ball?

i'm sorry, i'm trying to flirt with you. it's not really my thing.

why are you stalking me?

i could burn you a really great cd, if you want.

your perversions are coming into disturbing focus.

not in that life, not in this one, not ever.

you get close enough to see the pain, and it's no longer funny.

i really liked kissing you.

we all create, in our heads, who we are. who we want others to be.

what fresh hell is this?

just because you're dead doesn't mean you have to give up.

i'm not good at the pet thing.

i don't exactly know where home is, these days.

if you don't know the difference between flipping and flopping, we're knee-deep in water without a paddle.

i'm concerned you don't know what you're asking for.

i think some people wander because that's who they are.

you are a very internal little creature.

is it wrong to decide someone's a great person because they're so much like you?

you want to get coffee? i think that's what you're supposed to say when somebody's having a fucked-up day.

you do know the story, right?

you didn't do anything wrong. i'm just screwed up.

i didn't know that was all the time we'd have.

a girl's got needs, you know. even a dead girl.

i'm sure there's going to be some karmic reward for you down the line.

how's the whole 'dead' thing working out for you?

everybody grieves in a different way.

i could've, should've. didn't.

when you're mourning yourself, closure is a little tricky.

the one death you never get over is your own.

you can go fuck a duck.

i think i'm going to miss you the most.

do you want to do some acid?

i feel that my current reality is altered enough.

traveling alone has a certain magic.

what, did you all get together to vote me off the island?

the world is a very big place, and you are not the center of it.

let's just pretend everything is back to normal.

if you stand too close to a painting, all you see are patches of color. stand too far back, and you're missing all the detail.

haunting is all about envy.

i've always wanted to knock over a liquor store.

people mostly just want to hear themselves talk.

i work better alone.

i love the books that people leave here.

if a tree falls in the forest, who gives a fuck?

you can't smoke in here.

you have no respect for authority, you know that?

this job is really getting in the way of the business of living.

you only have one shot at life. this isn't a dress rehearsal.

i'm sorry i wasn't sweeter.

i'm sorry i didn't show you as much affection as i felt for you. i did love you.

i keep forgetting how young you were.

i love cemeteries. the quiet. the stories on headstones.

[randomfoggytiger]

You answered my question perfectly!! Would you be able to do the same with season 8? Why did it take so long for M and S to get back together?

Yesssssssssssssssssssss! >:DDDD Bit long, hold tight.

Mulder finds his sister in Closure, Scully finds her peace in all things. Both enjoy this new territory briefly: Mulder almost dies in Brand X; Scully discovers an invisible man in Je Souhaite; and they sit on his couch and embrace the simplicity of life... until Requiem. Scully is feeling off-- the symptoms might add up to but don't match with her cancer; and she and Mulder fear (at different times) that her abduction experience is behind what's happening. Mulder watches her hold "that baby" and takes maturer stock of all she's lost... but hasn't yet learned to look inside and assess his own losses. Therefore, he comes to the wrong conclusion: "There so much more you need to do with your life. There's so much more than this"-- "your life" and "you need to" play an absolutely pivotal role in Season 8. He doesn't truly want her to leave... but maybe he's wrong, maybe she's suffered enough. Scully, doubting but afraid, agrees to stay behind but insists, "I won't let you go alone". Her choice turns Skinner into a witness and unshakable ally.

Mulder is abducted. Not only does he see the truth with his own eyes, he finds it grotesque and horrifying-- his abduction and torture strip him of his wonder and bury him six feet under. He wakes in a hospital without remembering this experience, delightedly teasing his partner (happy to see her.) She's pregnant, somehow; she's eight months pregnant, that must mean he's the father; he's been gone six months, abducted three. (Either Scully tells him these facts first or he remembers his abduction first.) Suddenly, the ground flips again: he chose wrong-- going, leaving Scully behind-- and died; he should by rights be dead-- he feels dead, disconnected from life-- but now he must slot into a world that's moved on without him while Scully looks at him hopefully with a hand on her belly. He's let everyone down (he always has, Mulder reasons); and he can't give them what they need. He doesn't care to go back to work-- Kersh'll shut it down, anyway-- and he only obliquely acknowledges the baby (though he keeps as close to Scully as possible.) She has a chance at a better life-- "Scully, you're going to give birth in a couple months. You can talk as tough as you like but you know and I know and they know that in a little while you're going to have more important things than whether or not the X-Files remains open"-- and he doesn't know where he fits in: is he fated for, is he even good enough for, a normal life? Then Doggett; then jealousy and paranoia spur him into action-- he can't be all wrong if Scully, of all people, let a threat waltz into the basement. Seeing this as an opportunity to prove himself, he goes to war with Kersh, Doggett, TLG, Scully, and the DOD. Doggett saves him; Mulder reassesses, he and Scully have an off-screen conversation, he starts to move forward. He brings a family heirloom-- his unspoken sign of commitment-- before the abruption; he sees Doggett in the wake of Luke's death; he reaches forward to feel his own child. Mulder is all-in on fatherhood... but forgets the price of his recklessness and almost dies on the oil rig. He resigns, torn up but clinging to the hope that Doggett will carry on the work. Trying to avoid the pain of losing the files, Mulder ghosts Doggett and tries to keep Scully away from the basement. Both make their peace with moving on, more than ready to be parents as they hand off the Apollo 11 key chain to the new recruits. Mulder's paranoia rears its head with more alien machinations-- he cannot, will not lose Scully or "her baby" (that distancing is an offshoot of his PTSD and reawakened anxious attachment, if you want to read the writing charitably.) Realizing he's made the same Requiem mistake, Mulder does what he didn't do then-- flies home (i.e. wherever his partner is.) Thankfully, all is not lost; and Mulder and Scully address their fears openly-- finally-- and seal their happy ending with a kiss.

[uhohwhathaveidone]

Hii! Could I request an Ominis x Fem Ravenclaw reader. Something like the Reader is really interested in the giant squid in the lake, so Ominis tries to sneak her into the Slytherin common room (with the help of sebastian maybe?) So she can get a better look at it

"J'adore les calamars géants<3" "Je t'aime."

Have a Look (O.G)

I always loved the idea of the Giant Squid in the lake, and apparently it was supposed to show up in POA, but they scrapped that script :( Anyway, I like having the reader/Sebastian describe things to Ominis, because I do the same thing to my two blind cats, even though they don't really care, but they're very good at getting around. I hope you enjoy!<3 (there's a meme hidden in here, I laughed a bit after I wrote it and just kept it there)

 Students chattered around you as you walked with Sebastian and Ominis through the halls, classes over for the day. You held a book you had borrowed from the library about the history of the castle, flipping through the pages as you walked. Ominis stuck close to you, leading you through the halls as you kept your eyes glued to the pages, muttering. “You have plenty of time to look at your book, you know. Perhaps it could wait until we’re no longer walking?” You shook your head, the sound of the pages turning the only response to Ominis’ question. He sighed, instead making conversation with Sebastian. Sebastian chuckled, glancing over at you. “Ravenclaw’s do what they do best, you know.” Ominis sighed, grabbing your sleeve as he pulled you over and closer to him, seconds before you collided with another student.

      “Found it!” You said to yourself, tapping your finger to the page you had flipped to. By now, the three of you had made it outside near the lake, one of the spots you hung around after classes. Sebastian plopped onto the soft grass, sighing as he watched you walk to the dock. Ominis followed you, your footsteps tapping on the wood as you walked to its edge. “I suppose you found another entry about the Giant Squid?” Ominis asked, finding a post, and using it to help him sit down, listening as you let out a hum and sat down next to him. “Indeed. Listen to this!” You said excitedly, reading from one of the entries. “Say’s here that it’s suspected that the Giant Squid is actually Godric Gryffindor!” Ominis let out a scoff, shaking his head. “There’s no way, how old would that make him?” You tapped your chin as you tried to do the math, furrowing your brows. “It was the Tenth Century, so at least a thousand years?” Ominis shook his head as he smiled. “You think a thousand-year-old wizard would want to be a giant squid? What would he even do?” You shrugged, flipping through the pages again.

      “Oh, never mind.” You sighed, closing the book, and placing it beside you. Ominis turned his head, confused. “What’s the matter?” You bit the inside of your cheek as you hung a foot over the water, swinging it slightly. “It said it was unlikely, given that he, you know, died.” Ominis chuckled as he leaned back, the warm rays of the sun tickling his face. “Perhaps the squid was his pet? That would be rather interesting.” You shook your head, looking over the water as small fish swam by, small ripples forming as their fins skimmed the top. “All the books ever say is that its big, they don’t even agree about what colour it is.” You brought your foot back up, crossing your legs and you rested your arms on your knees.

      Ominis sat beside you in silence, thinking. Sebastian had mentioned that there was a spot in the Slytherin common room where you could see the squid as it swam by, but since Ominis wasn’t able to confirm it, he had no idea if Sebastian was joking with him or not. There was also the problem with getting you in; you weren’t a Slytherin. You watched as Ominis’ face changed as he thought to himself, admiring the way he looked in the sun. Sebastian walked up to join you at the edge of the dock, a collection of flat pebbles in his hand that he had collected. “I bet I can skip the farthest.” He said, smirking down at you. You smirked as you got up, grabbing Ominis’ hand and bringing him up with you. “If you think you can beat me, why don’t you place a bet on it?” You teased, grabbing some of the rocks from Sebastian’s hand. He thought for a moment, trying to figure out if it was worth the loss of a Sovereign. “Perhaps. How about, instead of coins, you do some of my assignments for me when I win, Miss Knowledgeable?”  You scoffed in response, nodding as you tossed a stone, skipping it five beats away. “If you win, Sallow. And that’s a big if.” Ominis smiled as he listened to the two of you as you skipped the stones, Sebastian’s voice whining each time yours skipped farther. “Oh, I didn’t say what I wanted when I won!” You paused, thinking. “How about, you have to buy me some sweets next time we go to Hogsmeade?” Sebastian sighed as he nodded, skipping another stone.

      The three of you walked back to the castle, Sebastian’s face sour after you had bested him at skipping stones as you hummed to yourself beside him. Ominis walked between the two of you, still pondering to himself on how to let you see the squid you had become so fascinated with. You began to turn off to the hall that led to the Ravenclaw common room, waving to Sebastian. “I’m off, I’ll see you two tomorrow!” Sebastian waved to you, turning to head to his own common room. Ominis stood, quickly blurting out. “Meet us here around midnight, there’s something you must see.” You looked at him, puzzled. “Midnight? But that’s after hours. Where would we even go?” Ominis shook his head, “You’ll see.” With that, he turned back and walked with Sebastian, who looked at Ominis in confusion.

      “What are you planning?” Sebastian asked, walking into the common room. Ominis walked toward the part of the room that showed the lake, beckoning Sebastian to follow. “You said you could see the giant squid in here, right?” Sebastian looked through the glass as he nodded. “Right, it swims by a lot at night. Why do you ask?” Ominis pointed to the glass, the cool surface smooth against his finger. “She wants to see it, so why not show her?” Ominis said, already set on his plan. Sebastian could only shake his head, “There’s no way she’d get in. Even with the password, someone will spot her.” Ominis smiled as he pointed his finger into Sebastian’s chest. “Only if she looked like a Ravenclaw. Most will be sleeping, anyway. We can give her an extra set of robes to change into so we can sneak her in, pretty simple.” Sebastian smiled, feeling that his devious actions had rubbed off on his friend after all these years. “Since when did you get so daring, Ominis?” He shrugged, turning to head back to the couch. “She loves the thing, why not let her see it when we basically have it in a giant tank?” Sebastian nodded, following Ominis as they busied themselves until the time ticked to midnight.

      You waited anxiously outside the staircase, shivering slightly as a draft passed by. You wracked your brain for an explanation for why you were to meet the boys so late. You sighed as you shifted your footing, looking around for any sign of Ominis. A small light appeared at the end of the hall, and you watched as two shadows made their way over to you. You quickly ducked behind a pillar and held your breath, not wanting a professor to catch you sneaking around after hours all by yourself. “Y/n?” Ominis whispered, appearing beside you. You jumped; eyes wide as you turned your head to be face to face with the boy. Ominis felt the air shift as you jumped and the small puff of air that left your mouth as you gasped, taking a moment before realizing that he was too close. “Sorry, I didn’t know where you were.” He apologized, taking a few steps back. You settled your breathing, placing a hand to his shoulder to steady yourself. “It’s fine, just scared me a bit is all.” Sebastian popped up beside Ominis, a sly smile on his lips as he held a bundle of robes, causing you to jump slightly again. Ominis smiled as he felt your grip tighten on his shoulder, opting to take hold of your hand and leading you away from the stairs.

      “What’s that you’ve got there, Sebastian?” You asked, eyeing the bundle in his arms. Sebastian smiled as he pushed the robe into your free hand, “You’ve been sorted into Slytherin tonight, time to get dressed.” You frowned, looking between the two boys. “Why?” Ominis shook his head as he let go of your hand, tugging at robe you were currently wearing. “No time, just hurry and change.” Sebastian watched, amused, as your face flushed, quickly taking of the blue and black robe; with the help of Ominis. You quickly slipped into the new robe, the green becoming a stark contrast to what you usually wore. “Now what?” You asked, watching as Sebastian took your original robe and hid it behind the pillar, pointing to it so you knew where it was. Ominis grabbed your hand once again, leading you down the hall they had come from.

      “Now, you need to remember this word, ok? It’s important.” Sebastian stated, and you nodded, confused. “The door needs a password, or else you can’t get in. At the moment, it’s Blighters, so don’t forget it.” You nodded, repeating the password to yourself. “Blighters, got it. But why do I need a password?” You asked, furrowing your brows. Ominis chuckled as he walked listening to Sebastian sigh. “Aren’t you supposed to be in Ravenclaw? Smart?” You nodded, frowning. “We’re sneaking you into the Slytherin common room, obviously.” You sighed, shaking your head. “I was sort of hoping you weren’t going to say that. We could get into serious trouble, you know.” You stated, looking around as you walked. Sebastian scoffed, “Obviously. Look, it wasn’t even my idea this time. You can thank Smitten over there for that.” You looked at Ominis, who turned his head and nodded, a slight pink dusting his cheeks. You playfully slapped Sebastian’s arm, ignoring the nickname he had given Ominis. “You’ve corrupted our boy!”

      You walked up to the entrance of the Slytherin common room, eyes wide as you looked at the details around it. Sebastian and Ominis stood beside you, watching in amusement. “I just say the password then?” You asked, turning to Ominis, who nodded. You took a breath, watching the snakes that had settled around the door frame. “Blighters.” The two snakes began to move, and you watched in amazement as they seemed to just slither along the wall, revealing the door to the Slytherin common room. You smiled as you peaked inside, unsure if you were able to walk in. Sebastian walked in first, turning and gesturing for you to follow. You looked over to Ominis, who in turn grabbed your hand and led you in.

      You spun around, taking in the details that surrounded you. Although it felt like a cellar, it felt cozy at the same time, the warm light from a nearby fireplace casted soft shadows on your face. “This place looks amazing! And you get to live here?” You breathed, walking over to paintings and artworks on the wall. Ominis smiled as he nodded while Sebastian began to walk to a couch. “Yep, coziest place in the castle, if you ask me.” He said as he plopped himself on the cushions. Ominis walked over to you, grabbing your sleeve and leading you to another part of the room. “Have a look at this.” He said, bringing you up to the window of water. You gasped, watching as fish swam by, the lake just on the other side of the thick glass. Ominis sat down in one of the many seats beside the glass, often used to observe the life of the lake. You followed and sat beside him, still watching the water as the life inside buzzed about. “This is amazing!” You breathed, a large smile growing on your lips. Ominis smiled in return, listening to the soft gasps of amazement you let out each time a fish swam close to the glass. You turned to him; eyes wide as you thought about earlier.

      “Can you see the squid from in here?” You asked, almost in a whisper. Ominis nodded and smiled as he gestured to the glass. “I remembered Sebastian mentioning it, so I wanted to sneak you in so you could see it. It usually passes around this time, actually.” You smiled as you wrapped your arms around Ominis’ neck, a string of thanks leaving your lips as you held him tightly. Ominis was caught off guard, but quickly wrapped his arms around you in response, smiling as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck. Sebastian smiled as he watched, glancing over to the lake as a tentacle rose up. “There it is, y/n! Look!” He shouted, pointing at the glass. You released Ominis and quickly made your way to the glass window, watching in awe as the squid slowly rose in the water.

      “Ominis, come here!” You shouted, grabbing for his hand as you brought him over. Ominis looked at you confused, unable to see what you were seeing. “It’s giant! Bound to be at least two meters! And the books were all right, it’s just different colours!” You described the squid to Ominis, who began to form a picture of it in his head as you continued. “It’s a mix of colours, it’s kind of red, maybe pink? But it has spots where it’s white, and its arms are different colours too!” The squid continued to swim around, its long arms propelling it around as it seemingly performed for you. “I can see its beak too! It looks the size of Sebastian’s head.” “Are you saying I have a big head?”  Ominis chuckled as the image grew clearer as you spoke. You watched as the squid turned, showing off one of its eyes. You gasped, watching as it flickered from yellow to a pale green, one that matched Ominis’ eyes. “Ominis! It just copied your eye colour! That’s amazing!” You grabbed his hand in excitement, watching as the squid placed a tentacle to the glass, its suckers pressed against the glass, almost demonstrating to you.

      Ominis felt his face heat up as you squeezed his hand, excitement lacing your voice as you began to recall information from one of the books you had read. “Apparently, it’s sort of…domesticated. Like it was a pet a long time ago. One of the authors said they fell of a boat in the lake once, and that the squid pushed them back to the surface and to the boat, like it was helping them.” Ominis nodded, listening to every word you spoke. Sebastian had retreated back to the couch after you had made fun of his head, having seen the squid multiple times since he was sorted into Slytherin.

      You watched the squid for a few more minutes, until it slowly swam away in search of food. You yawned, leaning your head onto Ominis’ shoulder for support. “I’ll walk you back to your common room, so you don’t fall asleep on the way there.” He offered, and you nodded, making your way back to the door, waving to Sebastian. The two of you walked down the halls, silent yawns escaping your lips every now and then. “I apologize for keeping you up so late,” Ominis said, breaking the silence. You shook your head as you smiled, grabbing his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s all right. You let me see the giant squid, and I loved it.” You had made it to the staircase leading up to your common room, and you picked up your robes from the ground. You changed into them and offered the Slytherin robe back to Ominis, who shook his head. “I have other robes; you should keep it in case I sneak you in again.” You smiled as your cheeks heated up, letting out a soft thank you.

      The two of you stood there in silence for a moment, unable to turn and walk away from each other. You looked down at your feet as you thought back to the squid, thinking about how you may have never seen it if it wasn’t for Ominis. Quickly, you looked back up at him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Ominis’ brows furrowed in confusion at the sudden touch, but quickly replaced it with shock as you softly pressed your lips to his cheek. You smiled against his skin as you whispered a final “thank you,” before pulling away. You watched in amusement as he was left speechless, fiddling with his sleeve as he tried to find the words to say. “Again, some time.” He muttered, and you smiled, leaning over, and placing another kiss on his cheek before heading up the steps. “Some time soon, I hope.”

[theungracefulpasterie]

Second part of @imaushisimp 's request !

A/N : Sorry for the long time I took, I got a lot of exams and I had a hard time finding inspiration. Anyways, hope you'll like it !! (It'll still be in French as you have requested)

P.O.V : You throw a surprise party for him (Dazai)

Warning : get a tiny tiny bit heated towards the end.

Dazai

Ça fait 2 ans que tu fais partie de l'Agence, 2 ans qu'un certain homme parsemé de bandages sur tout le corps est entré dans ta vie. L'année dernière, lors de votre anniversaire, c'est Dazai qui a tout organisé. Mais cette année, tu as décidé que c'était ton tour de faire de cette journée la meilleure. Tu décida donc de faire de cette fête une surprise et de convié tout les membres de l'Agence.

~~little timeskip~~

Tu avais tout prévu. Vous alliez passer toute une après-midi à fêter votre amour avec tout vos amis, puis une balade au parc entre amoureux au crépuscule pour admirer le coucher du soleil et enfin pour finir la soirée chez toi.

"Bon, c'est quand que je peux voir ?", dit-il impatiemment. Tu lui avais mis les mains devant les yeux et essayait de le guider tant bien que mal à le guider jusqu'au bureau.

"Oh mais attends !!", tu soupiras parce que t'avais l'impression de parler à un enfant. Vous étiez enfin arrivé devant la porte et tu lui enlevas tes mains de ses yeux. "C'est bon, tu peux ouvrir la porte !".

Il ouvrit la porte quand tout le monde cria "Surprise !!" et sauta sur lui, à ça de l'écraser au sol avec leur poids. Tu éclatas de rire et il se leva endolori.

"C'est pas drôle !", dit-il en faisant semblant de faire des yeux de chien battu pour attiser ta pitié. Il reprena son air sérieux et admira toute la décoration. "C'est... c'est toi qui a fait ça ?", dit-il en te regardant comme si il te croyait pas.

"Et oui ! Avec l'aide de tout le monde bien sûr...", tu répondis en regardant ailleurs et en rougissant. Dazai venu vers toi, entoura ta taille avec un de ses bras et te pris par le menton et approcha son visage du tien et dit d'une voix suave et séducteur comme il sait bien le faire : "C'est magnifique, ça te reflète parfaitement chéri." Et il t'embrassa tendrement. Tu entouras tes bras autour de son cou et tu te laissas faire par ce baiser envoûtant. Tout le monde sifflait et vous disait de réserver pour ce soir, à quoi tu leur répondis tout rouge "CE N'EST PAS VOS AFFAIRES !!".

Vous passiez une après-midi fabuleuse avec tout le monde quand tu remarquas que le ciel était déjà d'un orange doré. "Osamu, ça te dit une balade au parc ?", demandas-tu en lui tendant ta main. Il la prit et se leva. "Avec plaisir, mon amour~", répondit-il, plus amoureux que quiconque. Ton cœur palpitait tellement il était sexy en paroles et en apparence. Tu pouvais pas croire que la vie t'avait béni avec un homme comme ça.

Vous marchiez dans le parc main dans la main, en parlant de tout et de rien et en admirant la nature. Ce que Dazai aimait chez toi était ton amour pour la nature, c'était peut-être le seul domaine dans lequel tu le dépassais, lui et son gros cerveau. Et c'était ça le problème, tu savais que son intellect le permettait de prédire carrément l'avenir.

Vous vous asseyez donc sur un banc, admirant le coucher du soleil. Tu posas ta tête sur son épaule et lui dis :

"Tu le savais depuis le début pour cette surprise, hein ?"

Après quelques secondes, il disa avec de l'embarras dans sa voix :

"Haha... malheureusement...", il était également très nerveux. "Mais pour être honnête, même si je l'avais déjà prévu, les moments qu'on a passé ensemble et avec tout le monde m'ont beaucoup touché et ça, tu vois, c'est quelque chose que je n'arrive jamais à prédire."

Tu lui souris et répondis :

"Merci d'avoir jouer le jeu, vraiment... c'est ça que j'aime chez toi, Osamu. Même si tu sais déjà ce que je veux faire avec toi, tu ne laisses jamais ton intelligence gâcher le moment et tu laisses libre cours à tes sentiments et aux sentiments des autres. Et ça, je te suis à jamais reconnaissant. Je t'aime, Osamu."

Il sourit à ta réponse et te regarda tendrement.

"Moi aussi je t'aime." Il posa ses mains sur ton visage et t'embrassa. Il inséra sa langue dans ta bouche et domina ta langue. Tu te laissas faire et vous commenciez à vous allonger sur le banc, Dazai au-dessus de toi, continuant à te rouler une pelle. Ton pantalon commença à devenir trop inconfortable au niveau de ton entrejambe, pareil pour Dazai. Quand tu te rendis compte que ça commençait à devenir torride et que vous étiez encore en public, tu te rappellas de la dernière étape de ta surprise. Tu séparas tes lèvres des siennes, à son grand désarroi, et dis :

"Chez moi ?~"

Il sourit sournoisement et répondit :

"J'ai cru que tu le demanderais pas~"

A/N : At last, it's over !! My first time writing a more heated story, I'm not too good at this yes but I wanted to try, so I would like feedback ! Don't hesitate y'all to request more things, I'd be happy to make them !!

[crazylittlejester]

Okay Jes, so, I took a poll a while back to figure out what Sky should be for the monster AU. He’s a Changeling now. Basically, a fairy-or maybe some other creature who knows-swapped him out with a regular Hylian when he was very young. Maybe the original Link and his family died in an accident or something, and Sky was left if his original’s place. What if one of the Golden Goddesses did it, OH what if his Loftwing did it! That’s why they connected so easily, the Loftwing was tasked by the goddess or something to leave Sky on Skyloft and stuff idk I’m making this up as I go.

Anyways, changeling lore(screenshot from Wikipedia)

Sky is shorter than some of the other Links(he’s like in the middleish of height), he’s like 5’3 but he’s shorter than a good chunk of other Skyloftians(I think it’s been a while). He can also have those sharp, almost shark-like teeth, they can be a bit long and pointy, as a treat. Also, uncanny insight? Like a speed runner would have? Sorry, I’m a bit nonsensical right now, anyhow Sky, displaying unusual behavior? Yeah, I can see that. Mf jumped on a chandelier and that’s not even the weirdest thing he’s done.

Sky didn’t realize he was a Changeling until Impa(I don’t know if old or young Impa would be better tbh) told him he was. He did not take that well, he knew he was weird, that he was different from everybody else, but he didn’t think he wasn’t even one of them. By the time LU happened, he’s more okay about his state of being, but he still thinks of himself as a Hylian first, monster second.

I think that when Sky first meets Wars, he tries to be like “hello fellow Hylian! I am normal like you, do not worry!” But Wars, being a human, is able to detect monsters easier than most hylians would. Also he’s spent a lot of time with fairies, and Changelings are intrinsically fae-like, so Wars just looks him dead in the eye and says “I know what you are.” He doesn’t, he has a clue but he knows that Sky isn’t Hylian and does not want to deal with that right now. Sky thinks they already have bad blood between them, but they don’t, Wars is just tired of the everything.

Anyways, that’s enough of that semi-coherent rambling, hope you have a great rest of your day!

IM OBSESSED WITH THIS IM SO OBSESSED WITH THIS OH MY GOD EATING IT I LOVE THIS AU SO MUCH

also i saw the “i know what you are” and I have no idea if you meant Wars would say it in a homophobic dog kinda way or a kobeni losing her fucking shit kinda way and my brain combined them into something so cursed and so fucking funny i spent the past four minutes in tears gasping for fucking air

i hope you have a wonderful rest of your day as well!! :)

[empiredesimparte]

Joachim: Oyez oyez! The Emperor is back from Compiègne! Aimery: And in very good company!

Napoléon V: Who could resist such beauty? I'll give her my hand, and... my life

Philippe: A rare beauty, indeed, with a lot of character.

Napoléon V: Just the way we like them, eh Philippe? Joachim: Are you jealous, Phil?

Philippe: Not at all, I'm happy for Louis Grégoire: How does it feel, your last night as a free man?

Napoléon V: I must admit, I don't feel much difference. Is that a good sign?

Oliver: Don't worry, Louis, you'll soon feel the difference

Joachim (laughs) Napoléon V: It should go well with a bit of your whisky

Joachim: Between the whisky and Charlotte, our Emperor's in no position to reign! Thank you Oliver!

Oliver: Well, I hope the Emperor is sure of himself. He'll soon be looking like a sober man with his soda, surrounded by tempting and delicious spirits

Napoléon V (teasing): What women are you talking about, my dear friend? Shall I tell my sister?

Oliver: I just want to point out that once you're married, you'll attract all the more women. Many want the benefits of a wife, without the official duties associated with it. And… In view of your ancestors, my theory seems to be borne out

Napoléon V: Really?

Grégoire: Charlotte can look after herself, don't worry Louis

Napoléon V (can't resist the whisky, drunk): Anyway, I don't need your help, I'm guided by Providence Oliver: Come on

Napoléon V: I'm doing all this for Phil', poor chap, he nearly became Emperor of the French

Philippe: Don't talk nonsense Louis Joachim: It's nothing Phil', he's already completely drunk Napoléon V: Shut up!

⚜ Le Cabinet Noir | Palais des Tuileries, 20 Prairial An 230

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Napoléon V and a few friends celebrated his bachelor party at the palace. Joachim, his best friend and organizer, wanted to make it a rococo party, as he couldn't have fun outside the palace for security reasons.

(Thanks @officalroyalsofpierreland !)

⚜ Traduction française

Napoléon V et quelques proches fêtent son enterrement de vie de jeune homme au palais. Joachim, son meilleur ami et organisateur, a souhaité en faire une soirée rococo, à défaut de pouvoir s'amuser à l'extérieur du palais pour des raisons de sécurité.

Joachim : Oyez oyez! L'Empereur est de retour de Compiègne! Aimery : Et en très bonne compagnie!

Napoléon V : Qui aurait pu résister à une telle beauté? Je veux bien y laisser ma main

Philippe : Une rare beauté, en effet, avec beaucoup de caractère

Napoléon V : Comme on les aime, n'est-ce pas Philippe? Joachim : Tu es jaloux Phil' ?

Philippe : Nullement, je suis heureux pour Louis Grégoire : Ca fait quoi, ta dernière nuit comme homme libre ?

Napoléon V : Je ne ressens pas trop de différence, je dois l'avouer. Est-ce bon signe ?

Oliver : Ne t'en fais pas Louis, tu sentiras rapidement la différence

Joachim (rigole) Napoléon V : Ca devrait aller avec un peu de ton whisky

Joachim : Entre le whisky et Charlotte, notre Empereur est mal barré pour régner! Merci Oliver!

Oliver : Hé bien, j'espère que l'Empereur est sûr de lui. Il aura bientôt l'air d'un homme sobre avec son soda, entouré d'alcools tentants et délicieux

Napoléon V (taquine) : De quelles femmes parlez-vous, très cher ami? Dois-je en avertir ma soeur?

Oliver : Je veux simplement souligner qu'une fois marié, tu attireras d'autant plus de femmes. Beaucoup souhaitent les avantages d'une épouse, sans les devoirs officiels associés. Et... Au-vu de tes ancêtres, ma théorie semble se confirmer

Napoléon V : Vraiment ? Je ne souhaite pas faire de mal à Charlotte

Grégoire : Charlotte saura se défendre toute seule, ne t'en fais pas Louis

Napoléon V (ne résiste pas au whisky, bourré) : De toute façon, j'ai pas besoin de votre aide, je suis guidé par la Providence Oliver : Allons donc

Napoléon V : Je fais tout ça pour Phil', le pauvre, il a failli être Empereur des Français

Philippe : Ne dis pas n'importe quoi Louis Joachim : C'est rien Phil', il est déjà complètement saoul Napoléon V : Ta gueule toi!

[2000sanimeop]

I made myself an Astos playlist for fun last week and was compelled to make cover art for it, so here's that!

Why Quiet Quitting? What is Stranger of Paradise about if not a dark elf quiet quitting their job for XXXXX years?

✧ Step into my twisted mind (for the tracklist/notes) ✧

✧ 9 to 5 ✧

They just use your mind / And they never give you credit 

Dolly Parton

It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it

Note: One of my favorite Stranger of Paradise pastimes is thinking about Lufenia's TERRIBLE business practices. This was the last track added to the playlist.

✧ Never Recover ✧

The Cardigans

With a hero in the past / You hang on to history

Such a loss will always last / And there's no recovery

Note: The Cardigans have so much more to offer beyond Lovefool and the U.S. Gran Turismo 2 opening. A good flavor of upbeat misery. Side note: Gran Turismo's last track is titled Nil - It's all connected! 🤯

✧ Everyday Is The Worst Day Of My Life ✧

The Lemon Twigs

Everyday is the worst day of my life

Note: I had originally considered using They Don't Know How to Fall In Place (mostly on account of being more of a song and less of a shitpost) but this was too funny not to use. This is the only song on this playlist that isn't 20+ years old. Side note: this band capitalizes all of the prepositions/articles in their song titles, like a middle schooler titling an essay.

The worst day of my life

✧ The Good Life ✧

Weezer

I should have no feeling / 'Cause feeling is pain

As everything I need is denied me

And everything I want is taken away from me

Note: I felt some trepidation including this one—mostly due to preconceived notions on what I assumed the vibes of this playlist would be like. Happy to be incorrect and it's funnier to have Weezer and Brand New here than on Jack's list (I'd sooner give Jack The Sweater Song, anyway). Side note: this is much funnier, in retrospect, now that I have Jack's set figured out; the vibes of that list are incredible, is what I'm saying.

✧ Onde Sensuelle ✧

-M-

Mais comment t'atteindre? Onde sensuelle

Toi qui me donnes des ailes

Pourrais-je te rendre un jour éternelle

Pour nous lier jusqu'au ciel

How could I reach you? Sensual wave

You who lend me wings?

Will I manage one day to make you eternal

And bind us toward the skies?

Note: An entirely vibes-based selection! Fitting, as this is the *I'm vibing* track.💜 Auto-translated, sssorry!

✧ Positive Contact ✧

Deltron 3030

Light-years from watchful eyes while my thoughts provide

I'm bio-enhanced

Hiero advanced series, monstrous evolution

Headed, tooth and nail, scoop the trail

Super-sleuth, a new race / Mad creator, savage nature

World Wide Web, the ebb and flow

Objectives to ostracize pompous prophecies

Note: Upon actually committing to making this playlist, I hoped to god there'd be a Deltron track I could use, because it would be so funny for Astos. I would've first heard this album not long after the 2008 reissue. The transition between this and Onde Sensuelle feels real good.

Brand New

✧ Okay, I Believe You,

But My Tommy Gun Don't ✧

This is the grace only we can bestow

This is the price you pay for loss of control

This is the break in the bend / This is the closest of calls

This is the reason you're alone / This is the rise and the fall!

Note: I actually switched this between playlists a couple of times before settling with Astos, but idk what I was thinking otherwise with lines like My tongue's the only muscle that works harder than my heart, lol. I think it was due to Jack's playlist feeling a little too Soft, at the time; past-me was incorrect, of course.

✧ It's Too Late ✧

Carole King

Though we really did try to make it

But it's too late, baby, now it's too late

Somethin' inside has died / And I can't hide it

I just can't fake it

Note: The quintessential breakup song!

But that was long ago

✧ Stardust ✧

Billy Ward and his Dominoes

And now my consolation / Is in the stardust of a song

Note: this is the first song I added to this playlist, and I always had it right at the end. something about having a bittersweet oldie felt like a nice echo of My Way. I would've first heard this via the Goodfellas soundtrack, which I wholeheartedly recommend.

Thanks for looking at whatever this is! While you're here, please be sure to check out @corvuscorona's excellent Astos playlist: SHADOW MONSTER.

[madthetruemad]

Eeek! Act one is doneeee!! Congratulations!🎉 🎉 🎉 🎉 🎉. Wahh, you did ittttttttt

I still can’t believe y/n likes Jing yuan after this, bruh 💀💀 and geppie too. I would literally tackle him head first the moment I saw him. I would turn him into Gepard powder, out of everyone I expected to betray y/n geppie was not one of them. This is gonna be personal.

I’d also slap Jing yuan, like mtfkr, you think that’s enough to appease me???

I think blade is the only person I feel bad for, yk, he loved y/n and he just had to watch so lonely on the side lines 😭😭😭. I’m sorry for slandering you bladieeeeee.

And Sunday only using 0.00001% of his brain power?

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I didn’t really understand the last chapter 😭😭😭. Maybe cuz I gobbled it up to fast?? Can you explain in it monkey language for me plsssss.

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And thank you for the song recs!! I’ll be sure to listen to them while I work/study/ travel.

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You don’t also need to bust out the wallet for “Who made me a princess” you can read it at vyvy manga for free but it is illegal so if you want to support the artist and writer, buy the comics but I don’t want you to feel that the money went to waste in case you don’t like the story. So ye, maybe try out the first few chapters on vyvy manga?

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Webtoon is also free and legal! Though there’s a fast pass system where you can buy webtoon currency and use them to read ahead of chapters.there’s also a free option but all the manhwas there update like once a week. 😭😭😭.

I think “who made me a princess” is a really good beginner manhwa work to start since everything is pretty sweet and the storyline is good. You can also read the novel version.

I would sort of leave “your throne” for later since it’s a little bit graphic. Not as in r*pe or anything but it’s super bloody. Though I think the good plot compensates for it.

Another easy to read is “Beware of the villainess”. It’s comedy and literally peak crack manhwa. If you’re interested, you can see the trailer for it on the tapas channel I think?

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I hope you have a fun time reading and again, congrats on finishing🎉🎉🎉. Mwah, gud nighttt!

Y/n may not like yuan like that just yet which is why she didn't say yes to his proposal. (He has to prove himself first) though, there is always a chance she ends up with someone else (looks over at a certain general and guard who deserves some screen time)

Gepard deserves an redemption arc cause y/n won't let it slide either (even though technically geoard doesn't remember anything of what had happened)

Both Blade and Sunday deserve a break me thinks

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Lol, when I need someone to dumb something down I say "can you write it in crayon" XD

Anyway, so basically at the beginning y/n died again, but Jing Yuan went so far back in time that je prevented Robin's death, but instead of Robin dying y/n died in her stead. (You know like that one trope where if you save one person the other will die or vice versa). Then, y/n woke up a brand new day with a new life ahead of her. So basically Jing yuan didn't become some evil emperor, sunday is alive with his sister, and everyone came to see y/n.

And jy wants to get back with y/n (the right way) but of course she won't make it easy for him (or may not even end up with him at all)

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No problem!!

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I honestly don't like reading on illegal sites 😭, tbh, I really like supporting the author and if I don't like the first volume I can always give it to my friends (they eat that stuff up!!!) But I'm sure I'll like it 😌

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And sadly I'm the type who likes physical copies 😭 the only stuff I'll read online are fanfics 💀 idk why I am this way, but it's just how I am 😭😭

Tbh, I don't really mind the graphic stuff (unless it's like super bad) but I haven't read anything like that except for this one time *shivers* that book still sits on my shelf unfinished.

But anyway! I do plan on checking out the ones you recommended!

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Thanks! Act Two will certainly be starting (hopefully) soon!!!

[onegianthotmess]

When It’s Vincent’s Birthday…

feat. Vincent, Theo & Amelia

Theo: Gefeliciteerd, Broer. I got you a few new brushes since you said Brush lost a couple of yours.

Theo: *holds out brush set in tsundere baby brother*

Vincent: *takes brush set with a smile*

Vincent: Oh, dank je, Theo! This is so thoughtful of you!

Amelia: Quit being so cute, dammit! I already almost died when I saw Jean taking a nap with Cherie outside earlier today!

Theo & Vincent: *blinking at Amelia*

Vincent: Oh, I understand!

Vincent: *looks to Theo*

Vincent: Theo, you’re going to kill Amelia if you keep standing there with that precious puppy-eyed look you always give me when you give me a gift!

Theo: *blushes beet red* I am not cute, Broer! If anything, she’s talking about you with your cherubic looks and personality!

Amelia: I’m talking about both of you and the moment you were having a second ago, but I like this back and forth thing, so please keep it up.

Theo: I hate you. A lot.

Amelia: Yeah, I’ve noticed.

Amelia: *turns to Vincent* Anyway, I wanted to give you something, Vincent!

Amelia: *holds out stuffed raccoon wearing a purple scarf*

Amelia: Happy birthday, Bubba!

Vincent: *takes the stuffed raccoon with a big smile*

Vincent: Oh, thank you! It’s adorable, Amelia, and very well-made!

Amelia: You’re welcome! Now Brush can focus on sharing the scarf with your new friend instead of losing your new brushes Theo got you!

Vincent: I need to see Brush in this scarf now! I’ll be right back, do not go anywhere!

Vincent: *rushes into his room*

Theo: You and Vincent with your obsession with dressing animals…

Amelia: You liked that little suit I made for King, admit it.

Theo: I will neither confirm nor deny that statement.

Amelia: Your Honor, he’s guilty!

Theo: I hope you almost fall down the stairs and have anxiety for the rest of the day.

Amelia: You monster!

Vincent: *comes back with Brush in his arms*

Vincent: Look at how cute he looks! And he loves it so much!

Amelia: I have not felt more fulfilled since making that mini suit for King. I’m going to be making Brush a hat and other sets of matching hats and scarves for him within the next few weeks.

Vincent: Oh, could you teach me how to make them? I’d love to make one for him myself, or maybe make him a sweater so we can match!

Amelia: I’ll make you both sweaters just like the ones I made for Theo and King so all four of you can match! I’ll take a picture with my Polaroid camera, too!

Vincent: You would?! Oh, that would be amazing!

Theo: Amelia, you need another hobby other than making clothes for our pets.

Amelia: Excuse you, but I made hats and mittens for Lumière last month, jerk!

Theo: Who are you calling a jerk, Hondje?!

Amelia & Theo: *arguing*

Vincent: *smiling at Brush* This really has been my best birthday in the mansion yet, hasn’t it? I hope next year is even better!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR SUNSHINE ANGEL BABIE!!

🥳🥳🥳

[weirdestbooks]

Nieuw York (Wattpad | Ao3)

Underline is English, Bold is Italian, and Italics is Swedish

1900

A new century was always the perfect time to start working on a new house.

New York was with a group of people he had employed to help him dig out the foundation of his house and build it. While New York had always enjoyed being able to construct his home on his own, but new technological advancements and his lack of understanding of them made it harder to do that. 

At least New York was still keeping his old house in Albany. An electricity-free house that actually makes sense to him would probably be much better than this house outside of New York City. Still, the city never seemed to stop growing, so it was essential to have a place nearby. If anything, it would give his pap a place to stay when he’s in town like he is now.

“Mister New York! My brother found a dead body! He says it looks like it has recently passed. What should we do?” One of the workers called from the other side of the construction site, panic in his voice.

“What?” New York exclaimed, dropping what was in his hands and rushing to the worker. The worker was now comforting his brother, who looked horrified at what he had seen.

“Are you alright?” New York asked the brother, who shook his head. New York turned to face the man who had called him over.

“You two go home. Get some rest. I'm sorry you had to discover this. Rest assured, I will make sure you get into no legal trouble for this. This was not your fault,” New York told them. The man nodded and left, with his brother leaning on him.

New York then peaked into the hole they had been digging and immediately spotted the body. New York knew from the skin colors that it was one of them. A countryhuman that had their life taken from them and wasn’t buried with respect. New York swore. This just got a lot more complicated. His father would have to be notified, and they would have to hope that they could identify the body in case any relatives wanted to claim it. 

New York then approached the workers, standing around with hesitation and fear.

“It’s one of us. I know we were supposed to work on the foundation, but I think we should hold off on that until we can move the body and give them a funeral. I’ll still pay you for today’s work. Enjoy a day off, and thank you for all your help,” New York told the workers. 

“Grazie New York.” Their supervisor said before they began to pack up their equipment.

“And can one of you go to City Hall? My father is there with the mayor and needs to be notified of this.”  New York asked.

“I can do that for you, New York. I have to go by there anyways.” One of the workers said. New York gave him a grateful smile before helping them back up the rest of their things.

New York walked back over to the hole where the half-buried body was. The body was female, with orange, white, and blue skin. Thankfully, The clothes were not fully composed, and a covering remained over her body. She was lying face down, and a wound was visible on her back. Something about her seemed…familiar…like it was scratching at a long-forgotten itch in New York’s brain.

Before he really knew what he was doing, he had walked down to her body. She looked…she looked so much like a recently deceased body. It was strange to think she had been here for at least a hundred years. New York put a hand on her shoulder, her body deathly cold. He slowly turned her face upwards so he could look at it and froze before falling backward in shock.

It was New Netherlands. Him. Past him. 

As soon as he saw that face, he could feel her memories forcing their way up, pressing against his head and causing a pounding in his skull.

“Nee nee nee! Mam, ik ben jou niet, je stierf, ik zie je lichaam, laat me alsjeblieft met rust!” (No no no! Mom, I’m not you, you died, I see your body, please leave me be!) New York said, gripping his hair, as if that would stop everything.

But it did nothing. New York was forced to his knees as the pain in his head reached an overwhelming point. A warm blackness beckoned him, calling for him to let the memories take control. 

New York tried to fight it, but his body was still in front of him, and it pulled out more and more of New Netherlands, convincing him to stop fighting and let the real personification take control.

“Ik ben New York! Ik ben New York! Ik ben-ik ben…” New York trailed off as everything just got dark and fuzzy and faded. The blackness and her memories seemed to work together to make him feel so tired and weak that New York would stop replacing New Netherlands and keep her from his mind.

“Ik ben niet... echt. Ik ben een bedrieger.” New York was vaguely aware of muttering before he faded into the blackness.

—English is now going to be underlined because I’m not google translating all the Dutch—

New Netherlands was so confused. One minute, she and her little brother had been racing each other through town; the next, she was covered in sweat and in a hole and apparently had wings…and a new flag. New Netherlands then looked down and screamed.

There were two different reasons for that. The first was that she was missing her boobs and realized that she was somehow in a man’s body.

The second was that there was a dead body in front of her. The body had the same flag as New Netherlands and her mother, although thankfully, it was too short to be her mother. New Netherlands wanted to get a closer look at the body, but she was trembling too much to do anything other than move and stare. 

“New York? Was that you? Are you okay? The Italian worker said you found a dead countryhuman.” New Netherlands heard a man say. She tore her eyes away from the body and tried to move out of the hole, away from the body, but she just lost her balance and fell. This body was much taller than mine, even if not by much. But the wings made it so hard to walk. 

Then, a shadow suddenly fell over the hole, and she looked up to see a tall man, taller than she had ever seen before, looking at her. Not only that, but he was a countryhuman that bore a flag with red and white stripes and a blue canton with small stars that were in the shape of a bigger star and dark brown hair. His circular glasses seemed to reflect the light and made it impossible to see his eye color. He smiled at New Netherlands and then slid into the hole, carefully avoiding the body.

“Hey York, are you alright?” he asked, reaching out an arm, revealing more stars decorating his arms: blue stars in white stripes and white stars in red stripes, with one big white star in the center or one hand, and a circle of stars on the other.

“What are you saying? I don’t understand.” New Netherlands said, hoping this man knew Dutch, French, or Swedish. If he didn't, it would be much harder to figure out what happened to me. His eyes widened, and his head turned even so slightly towards the dead body.

“Shit. Out of all the states…Hello, New Netherlands. Are you alright?” He asked. He knew Dutch then. That was a major relief. 

“Who—who are you? Did you do this to me? Trap me in this body of this country?” New Netherlands asked. The tall man looked at me with kind, sad eyes.

“New Netherlands, I promise I'm not here to hurt you. I’m only here to take you back to your brother, New Sweden,” the man said. New Netherlands froze. Her brother. Was he hurt? Was he trapped with this man?

“Where is my brother? How do I know I can trust you?” New Netherlands snapped. The man gave her a look full of an emotion she couldn’t place.

“You don’t know. But please do,” he said, holding his hand out to her. New Netherlands stared at it nervously but took it. His hands were rough and scarred compared to mine, which were tiny and dainty. He pulled her up easily, and she stumbled, not used to the weight on her back. 

The surrounding area vanished, and New Netherlands was in an unfamiliar room in an unfamiliar house. She was in the country world. She pulled away from the man and tripped over something, falling back on the unbelievably soft bed.

“Why did you do that?” New Netherlands snapped. The man held up his hands and looked like he was going to say something before the door burst open, and I flinched. New Netherlands turned to see who that was and saw an unfamiliar country with cow features, but something about him was strangely familiar. 

“It’s not him right now, Delly. It’s New Netherlands. He doesn't trust me in this state. Can you try to calm him down? He found New Netherlands's body, and I need to take care of that before a human takes it,” the man said. The country nodded and then turned to New Netherlands, smiling.

“New Netherlands! My sister! I missed you,” the boy—New Sweden—said. New Netherlands scrambled off the bed and rushed over to give him a hug, clutching him tightly and almost knocking him over. Then she started crying a little before the tears began to rush out. She was so confused and scared, and her brother looked different. Why didn’t she remember what happened to him?

“Sister, you need to sleep. I know…I know things are confusing, but you need rest. I promise I will explain everything to you when you wake up.” New Sweden said as the hug ended, wiping some tears off New Netherlands’ face as he led her back to the bed.

“Okay, brother. Stay? Please?” New Netherlands said. His face brightened.

“Of course I will.” He said back to her in his Dutch. New Netherlands smiled and went to lay on the bed, pulling her brother onto the bed with her as she did so. 

The man smiled and then left the room, allowing New Netherlands to relax more. She felt New Sweden’s new tail wrap around her leg as he gave her a cheeky little smile. New Netherlands felt her expression soften into something fonder, and she pulled him close, placing her head on his chest and making sure she could hear his heartbeat. 

We always slept like this when we slept together.

“Can you sing that one lullaby, bror? The one your adopted human mother would sing to you?” New Netherlands asked. Her brother nodded and then began singing softly in Finnish, the weird language his people spoke. New Netherlands closed her eyes and felt herself drifting off as her brother pulled the soft blankets over them.

“I’m sorry you had to see that York. I promise I will keep you safe.” New Netherlands heard her brother whisper before she drifted off entirely. 

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New Netherlands woke up to the sound of something breaking and loud thuds, almost as if there was a fight. She jerked upwards, accidentally using New Sweden’s face as a resting spot for her hand.

“Get your dirty hand out of my face, you idiot!” He snapped in a muffled and groggy voice, in a language New Netherlands didn’t know. She removed her hand and shushed her brother. She didn’t know what he was saying, but the fact that there was a fight or something nearby was more important.

“Shush, little brother. Something is happening nearby.” New Netherlands said. New Sweden rubbed at his eyes and yawned.

"That’s probably the others. We are sharing this house with several other colonies. Plymouth and Virginia, and whatnot.” He muttered sleepily. 

“What?” New Netherlands asked, confused and very worried. Was that why he knew that strange language? Was it English? New Sweden was already drifting off again.

“Wake up, you tiny idiot!” New Netherlands said, shaking his shoulder, hoping for some answer. All that did was further remind her of the fact that she was in the wrong body. Remembering this made the weird feeling start again. It was like there were ants crawling all over her. New Netherlands felt really weird moving her body because it just seemed to do something that would remind her that she didn’t have a female body.

Her hair was too short, her chest was too flat, her privates were changed, and she was wearing pants! 

New Netherlands hoped she could get this fixed somehow before she had to use the bathroom.

“Swedes and Finns of New Netherlands, wake the fuck up!” New Netherlands said again, hoping that the distraction of her idiot little brother and wherever they were could take her mind off everything.

“Full names? Really, Chloë?” He asked, sitting up as he rubbed at one of his eyes.

“Karl, you know you can’t just drop things like that on me and then try to sleep again. Why are we with the colonies of other countries?” 

“Because we aren’t New Netherlands anymore. That man—he’s our adoptive father. This is our home, this is your room. I know…you had an accident and forgot. But even if you don’t trust anything here, I swear on my life and my second chance at it that I will protect you, okay?” Her brother said. New Netherlands didn’t know how to respond to that, but she nodded, and New Sweden brightened and looked so happy.

New Netherlands knew there was probably truth to what he said, that England and his lackeys had taken them from their true mother. New Netherlands didn’t know who that man was and why New Sweden decided he was our father, but she wouldn’t put it past that man to have taken advantage of her brother. People had before, and in ways that weren’t just making him think that he had an adoptive father.

But New Netherlands wouldn’t say that, especially if she didn’t understand anything. If this were good, then she would let her brother stay happy.

“Do you want to meet some of them? At least one?” New Sweden asked. New Netherlands bit her lip and then nodded.

“Alright, lillebror. Lead the way,” New Netherlands said. He gave that same bright, sunshiney smile and grabbed her hand as he scrambled out of the bed, dragging her after him. They walked through the halls until New Sweden spotted someone with a yellow flag.

“HEY ASSHOLE! COME SAY HELLO TO YOUR FAVORITE DEAD PEOPLE!” New Sweden yelled at him in the same strange language.

“Hello, Delly. Are you doing okay?” The colony said, walking over.

“I’m fine, NJ.” New Sweden said. New Netherlands thinks he was calling this colony NJ. What does that mean? It’s a weird name. 

“Delly, are you sure you won't slip into New Sweden? Are you sure this is safe? I know Dutch, too. I can talk to her—him, whatever.” This NJ person sounded worried. Was her brother doing something stupid? What were they saying?

“New Netherlands never knew you. She has no reason to trust you. You know that Jersey. She won't trust anyone but me.” That sounded like her name. Why were they saying her name? 

“And what are you doing about the memory gaps? You barely remember anything from when New Sweden became the personification of the Swedes and Finns of New Netherlands. What if you slip up?”

“I remember that New Sweden was somewhat sickly then. I can roll with that. Besides, if I say something like, ‘I was injured, and I have had memory issues since then,’ she’ll believe it.'

“This feels underhanded.”

“It’s not even her. It’s still Yorkie. He’s just trapped in his memories, probably convinced that he doesn’t exist or is an imposter controlling her body. New Netherlands has been dead for a long, long time. Yorkie found her body, you know that. It’s still our brother. We just have to keep him here until he comes back to himself. With the memories in control, he might flee in a panic or try and find the Dutch Republic, who is dead. This is the safest option. You know that.” New Sweden said, and New Netherlands finally had enough of not participating in this conversation.

“What are you talking about?” She asked.

“Life. And my missing brother,” NJ said in perfect Dutch. New Netherlands looked surprised at New Sweden, who smiled.

“New Jersey has picked a decent amount of Dutch over the years.” He explained.

“My land is close to yours, so the Dutch speakers from New Y—Amsterdam visited my place and brought it over. You and I are the Dutch guys. He’s just the baby.” NJ—New Jersey said, jerking his thumb towards New Sweden as he said the last part. New Sweden pouted at that, and New Netherlands laughed.

“Swedes is a baby.” New Netherlands said, wrapping an arm over her brother’s shoulder and smiling at him. 

“You’re both hilarious.” He said sarcastically, pushing her arm off his shoulder before turning to New Jersey.

“I can’t believe you are getting along with your so-called sworn enemy.” He spoke to New Jersey in the same strange language. 

“It’s not really him.” New Jersey answered, “Now, New Netherlands, what do you do for fun? Papa’s got some business to take care of, and we are going to be looking after you for a while, so anything we can do to make your stay in this hellhole more bearable, let us know, and we’ll be happy to help.”

“No…no thank you. I just think I’ll stick with New Sweden until things get worked out. You will get me back my real body…or fix this, right?” New Netherlands asked nervously. New Sweden smiled at me.

“Don’t worry. By the end of the week, you’ll be right as rain. Just trust me.”

“Okay lillebror. I will.”

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Jesper just held his hand for a long few minutes. The only sound between them was Wylan’s breathing. It came out laboured and a little loud— louder than he thought. But, as the tightness in his chest eased, and the last of the ringing faded from his ears, he couldn’t help the twinge of embarrassment.

He timed his breaths with the slow stroke of Jesper’s thumb over the knob of his wrist. He considerately avoided his knuckles, giving them a wide berth.

His hand hurt. It throbbed with its own pulse, blood still oozing sluggishly out past the raw skin and bloodied mud he’d ground into himself.

Jesper didn’t ask how it happened, but Wylan still told. Now that he’d finally shared his worst, most pressing secrets, he couldn’t seem to stop himself. It was alright, though— Jesper wanted nothing more than to know what Wylan wanted to tell him.

And Wylan never wanted to hide anything from him again.

“I— um. I killed one of the men who came to take me.”

It was easier to say than he thought it would be, surreal. Part of him still flatly denied it. But all the same, he supposed, there was no way that man survived. He couldn’t stop seeing it in his mind, and hearing the deafening BOOM in his ears.

He’d snuck up behind him while he was cleaning up his workbench. You were caught off guard, he reasoned with his conscience, you defended yourself with what you had.

Wylan had panicked. He grabbed the nearest vial of something— anything— and shoved it at the man. Incidentally, into his mouth. And then he punched him, hard.

It exploded.

His hand throbbed in Jesper’s tender hold, and he didn’t know what to think. What had he done? He blinked up to meet his boyfriend’s gaze. Jes held it steadily.

“Good.”

Good. Something giddy and manic bubbled up through him, even as the guilt collapsed through his chest like a dying star. The gravity was immeasurable.

He loved this brutal, beautiful man.

He would be the reason this brutal, beautiful man died.

Thank you so so much for your sweetness 🥹 and thank you for playing my little game!