#i was doing it with my other sister and she cried a little but i held it together đ€© but people seemed to enjoy it they laughed they cried
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My Favorite Thing
Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader
Requested by Anonymous
Synopsis: Your comfort item gets lost on a hunt, and the boys try to help you
âStop the car!â
Dean slammed on the breaks, turning the Impala to the side of the road before whipping around in his seat to see what was wrong.
âWhat happened? Are you hurt? Whatâs wrong?â
âI canât find Willow!â You exclaimed. âWe have to go back to the motel!â
âJeez, kid.â Dean let out a huge sigh of relief. âI thought you were dying or something. Donât scare me like that!â
âWe have to go back, itâs an emergency!â
âKid, your little toy thing is not an emergency,â Dean said.
âAre you sure you didnât just leave it in your other bag?â Sam asked.
âYes Iâm sure, I always put it right here, and itâs gone!â
âIt canât be at the motel,â Dean argued. âI remember you had it right before we went after that vamp. You mustâve lost it on the hunt.â
âWell then we have to go find it. Please, Dean,â you begged.
Dean sighed, swinging the Impala into a u-turn. âLetâs see if we can find it.â
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Two hours later, and still no luck.
âKiddo, weâve gotta get going,â Dean spoke up reluctantly. âThereâs a case in the next state over and we really should try to get there before darkââ
âWe canât just give up!â You cried.
âWe looked everywhere honey,â Sam cut in. âThereâs nothing else we can do. Maybe we can find you anotherââ
âNo, no you canât just find another one!â You yelled. âYou donât get it, you donât even care!â You were racing away from the boys before either of them had a chance to respond.
âWhat was that?â Dean demanded.
âI donât know,â Sam sighed. âBut she was headed toward the Impala. Letâs go.â
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âHey sweetheart.â Deanâs greeting did nothing to pull you out from the way youâd cocooned yourself in the Impalaâs backseat.
Sam eased the door open and slid in next to you, patting your knee that was curled up against your chest.
âN/N, talk to us. You ok?â
âDad gave it to me.â Your voice came out in a high-pitched whimper. âAnd I lost it.â
âOh kidâŠâ Dean climbed into the front of the Impala, reaching over the back of the seat and tilting your chin up. âDad would understand, ok? Itâs ok.â
âNo itâs not!â You sniffled. âYou have the Impala, and Sam has dadâs journalâŠI donât have anything of his. I wanted to at least keep something he gave me.â
Dean suddenly slipped out of the Impala, but you didnât have time to notice it because Sam spoke up.
âHoney, itâs not about the stuff he left behind. He taught you so much that youâre gonna carry with you, and you donât need a toy to remember that.â
âIâŠI guess,â you sniffled. âBut I wanted it.â
âCommereâŠâ Sam pulled you into his arms, planting a kiss on the top of your head. âIâm sorry we couldnât find it. I know that meant a lot to you.â
âHere it isââ Deanâs voice caught your attention as he returned, holding a bundle that heâd retrieved from the trunk. âI think dad would want you to have this.â Dean pressed the fabric into your hands, and you held it up to reveal John Winchesterâs favorite jacket.
âItâs never gonna fit,â you argued dubiously.
âWho cares?â Dean shrugged. âI heard jackets six sizes too big are the trend now.â
You giggled through your tears as you slipped your arms through the massive sleeves. The sleeves hung down several inches past your fingers, but you didnât seem to mind as you hugged the fabric around you.
âThanks, Dean,â you said.
Dean grinned.
âAny time, kid.â
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my sister changed her profile pic from some pro-cop bs to trump 2024
she's got FAS and is very much a parrot (she copies what she hears around her. i.e being shit to my mom bc my dad is. he's been the biggest influence the last year as they were kinda stuck in the same room together) unintentionally so i know it's most likely that spending time around my dad when he watches the news is the culprit-
but that doesn't make me feel less angry and lowkey betrayed by it
and i can't say anything about it
#i am one of two (2) democrats in my immediate family#it was three (3) but my uncle passed a few years ago#i'm not sure where my little brother stands now but i do know he has voted republican before#bc he cried to my mom that everyone on his floor at college was hating on him and being mean and stuff#which is understandable of them. my literal brother in christ you are a black man#but i know my family can be an influence on him at times so idk if he was just voting how he was told to or what and he might have a#different / better stance now. but my other brothers (eldest aside) and my sister are just Like That#my parents too. my mom isn't stuck by political party - she's voted dem in the past - but idk where the fuck she stands currently#that's gonna be the biggest and most painful betrayal if she goes rep this year. i cant even pretend it won't be#why am i awake at 5:45 AM thinking about this?? s top#i had to cancel my doctors app. for this morning bc i can already tell it's probably gonna be a Day for my brain and i need to save my#mental effort for getting to and through work tonight#and i don't feel great#as if i needed more problems#maison speaks
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yo barbies do have absolutely inhuman proportions and theyve given ken a truckload of cake. just an observation after play acting a barbie affair to a toddler and trying to reiterate the points her mom was trying to make every time she was upset through Ken, who had to be the voice of reason the way Barbie and Barnie kept hitting & yeling at him bc he had a baby with Barnie and their baby can magically fly and is causing a whole lot of problems and infected Dr. Mouse with her magical flying ability but neither of them are good at it and they keep sustaining what should be fatal injuries by jumping off of rooves and i got nowhere in probing about why Baby and Dr. Mouse want to hurt themselves and wonât just rest it off like Dr. Mouse said before she got magic infection and like Dr. Unicorn said before that before he died (permanently i guess she never brought him back lol) because this little girl had more insistence toward playing barbies for âjust a little longerâ than i have ever had toward ANYTHINGâŠ
(like. 2 hours of barbies prior to driving her around and hoping sheâd sleep then bringing her to a playground trying to tire her out then the long way home to see if sheâd pass out then for like 3 hours but ALAS she wanted to play barbies again within the hour and we continued on and off for 5. hours. i was three feet from the dolls to take my meds and a drink of water and she was like âkenâŠ?â and i was like âone second honey ken is distracted by the movie but iâll come back over in just a minute i just need to do something real quickâ and she was just like âno! no!â and intensely cried for the 30 seconds it took me to swallow đđđ)
((maybe i was also bossy af at her age, suppose maybe i wouldnt remember being tantrum prone toddler lmao⊠everything i remember i feel like i was pretty meek but i probs cried a lot. idk if i WAILED tho. my mom describes me as âperfect (in terms of childhood behavior) until pubertyâ. whereas my brother was a monster until about 3 or 4 and she isnt afraid to say so⊠either way no judgement unto the toddler, i probably started internalizing my feelings way too young for that to be healthy. tangent. my b.))
anyways point being: why are barbieâs legs still so fucking long??? her torso is more normal these days than 20 years ago but ye gods, the woman has still gotta be 7ft tall⊠and why canât we out barbie in flats? literally why does she still have deformed ballerina feet? little girls donât wear heels. little girls shouldnât wear heels? not like that? because adult fucking women shouldnât? (thankfully my psuedoneice wants everyone but ken naked ?)
SECOND POINT BEING: MOMFEMS, SINGLE MOMS, MOTHERS IN GENERAL⊠i have the utmost fucking respect for you. mothers do more for the world than ANY man, EVERY government & law system, fuck, even all the goddamn charities and every single scientific discovery presently known or yet to be found out. and it is NOT EASY WORK!! it is often THANKLESS WORK. it is always UNPAID WORK. mad fucking respect to moms. i could never.
#r#childposting#mom positivity#mother positivity#mother worship#disclaimer that obviously yes there are BAD mothers who neglect and/or abuse their kids and obviously i donât condone that#this is how you know i love my bestie/basically sister#like it isnt that bad fr because i do love her and her daughter like family#but 7ish total hours of barbies until nearly 2am is not something youâd generally catch me subjecting myself to yknow#my bestie has a broken collar bone so she an her daughter have just kinda been stuck in the apartment w each other#and so sheâs been doing this for like a week. plus her kid is starting to get sick of her and was being super mean to her#i knew she needed a break đ at least the kid wasnt mad at me#until she started nodding off trying to play barbies lmaoo#her eyes kept closing and sheâd start to go limp then she was just forcing her eyes back open and screaming âno!â for several minutes#we kept trying to ask like no WHAT girl weâre all just sitting here#until finally she got sooo mad that she was falling asleep she did her no thing then looked me dead in the eye and went âSTOP DOING THATâ#my reaction made her cry â ïž i couldnt keep from laughing a little i was like girl i cant make you fall asleep youre doing thatâŠ#she was at the point where ANYTHING wouldve made her cry so i donât feel that bad it was mostly just so funny#yknow. after she cried and screamed for ~60 seconds and immediately passed out once she laid down#it was less funny before that stopped
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My daughter is in a screaming phase. She just spends the whole day shrieking and screaming and I have had the most terrible headache. The last night's she cried for a Minimum of two hours because of the teeth and today everything was fine. I did everything I could and it was fine. We fell asleep. I wake up 45 minutes later to her screaming again and I just can't take it anymore. I've had too little sleep and I've been around her for the last 3 days... Even when I was interacting with her she was still in the same room screeching. My husband complained after two hours and honestly next time he does I'm gonna tell him to shut up about it. I haven't stopped crying for an hour cause now I can't sleep again cause I'm so agitated. I hate mother hormones. I hate not being allowed to sleep. I hate headaches. I don't want to get up and finish all the chores.
#ignore me#somehow all of this is going to a very toxic direction and i dont think my husband even notices#i cant stand his whining about free time and wjatever other shit he complains about#I'm stuck with the kid for days snd even my days of are hakf days at best where i sleep a few extra hours and he spend the rest of my free#time around me or i do shit for the house#i just wann die#at this point i wanna die#and all the people I'd ask are too busy or i know that she wojt saty for longer than an hour with them#i screamrd at her to shut up cause i couldn't take it#i cant do this anymore#she spits out her stupid pacifiers and then cries about it not being in her mouth#i had to hold it with a little force so she would be able to suck on it and get back to sleep#i pass out while breastfeeding cause i am too exhausted#I'm gonna have to take care of all the new clothes that will arrive soon which will be an extra day of work and honestly i dont have a day#i barely have enough time for me#there sre says i dont eat so i make everyone else happy cause i just feel like i dont matter#now my brother needs help with resumes and i know nobody else will help him but he needs something soon or it will fuck up his life#my parents are getting older and it sometimes tests my patience that i have to baby their feelings again#and my sister's health is so bad i dont wanna ask her#also most of my friends are busy or sick themselves#well anyways gotta go clean and prepare everything for tomorrow
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my sister's wedding is finally over im freeeeeee
#don't get me wrong it was a beautiful occasion had a great time actually but the past three weeks have exhausted me mind body and soul#i had to socialise with hundreds of people yesterday . and give a speech . it actually went well i think idk#i was doing it with my other sister and she cried a little but i held it together đ€© but people seemed to enjoy it they laughed they cried#i can't tell if the compliments were genuine though idk anyway at least it's all over and my eye has stopped twitching non stop#i cant wait to sleep in my own bed tonight and not have to share with my sister too i haven't slept well in weeks#halloween tomorrow and i don't feel spooky yet :( im heading back to my flat though so when i get home im gonna decorate a little#and then read either the tomie collection again or the other junji ito book i have đ#.txt
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GIANNA'S KINKTOBER '24 SEASON
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€âą ËËË Kinktober day sixteen.
Breeding Kink (3.2k words)
summary: Since the moment he met you, Lando knew he wanted you to be the mother of his children, and that feeling only intensified when he saw taking care of your nephew.
warnings: NSFW, +18, smut, MDNI, established relationship, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talking, breeding kink.
To anyone else, and as people would expect, seeing your significant other with a child should warm your heart; it should give you a soft spot for the person youâve vowed to spend the rest of your life with.Â
Lando did feel like that when he saw you interact with any kid, like when you were walking in the paddock and a kid came up to him and you always made conversation so they wouldnât feel so shy, or when a driver brought their kid to the race and you immediately leaned down to talk to them, sometimes even holding their tiny hands as they swore they had the coolest thing to show you.
That was the first few times, at least. But he will never forget how everything inside him shifted when you first met his niece. She instantly fell in love with you, and she needed to drag you everywhere. Who could blame her, really; thatâs just the effect you have on people.
But god, the effect you had on him? That was another level, because the way he felt that weekend when you picked up a motherly role when you were with her made him feel something he had never felt before, something he never imagined, and quite honestly, he couldnât explain it. That was until you were saying goodbye and the little girl nearly cried when her mother took her from your arms, and his hands instinctively landed on your tummy when he walked you back to the car.
The thought of you carrying his child and taking care of them the same way you did with his niece â now that is a fire he could never put out, not until it became a reality. He wanted- no, he needed to make you a mother; he desperately needed to put a baby in you in a way that was almost primal.
You and Lando have been together for years, and it was common knowledge that he wanted kids. Sure, you have talked about having a family one day after getting married, one day, but sometimes he just wishes you could skip all of that and make a baby once and for all.Â
For months, he kept those thoughts to himself, not wanting to ruin what you had just because he couldnât contain his desire buried for a little longer; that was until you babysat your 5-year-old nephew, Charlie.
He came back home sometime in the afternoon, eyes tired and body aching for the intensity of the past weeks. He wanted nothing more than to be with his girlfriend and forget about the world, but as soon as he stepped into your apartment, he heard the TV and loud chuckles coming from the living room.
His brows frowned in confusion as he dropped his bags next to the door and followed the noise, his heart nearly stopping when he spotted you playing with the little kid.
âHey, whatâs going on here?â He said with a huge smile.
âOh hi, youâre home,â you sprinted towards him, hugging him tightly when he caught you in his arms. âIâve missed you.â
âMissed you too, sweetheart,â he kissed your temple. âAnd how is this little guy doing?" Lando walked towards Charlie, kneeling next to him to be at the same level.Â
âGood, we are playing with the puppies,â he exclaimed, his tiny finger pointed at the TV.Â
âYeah? Are they fun?â He just nodded and ran closer to the glowing screen, completely forgetting about Landoâs existence and jumping again as his tired eyes followed the dogs.
âDonât worry, my sister will pick him up in a couple of hours.â
âItâs fine. He seems happy.â
âAnd very tired. I think it's time for a nap, what do you say?â You walked towards him, trying to pick him up, but he refused.
âNo! I wanna play racing again.âÂ
âWe can play some other time, I promise.âÂ
He looked up at you, the corners of his mouth turning down as his eyes quickly filled with tears. He shook his head and ran back to Lando, who was still on his knees, as he caged himself in his arms.
âI wanna play racing,â he repeated, this time to your boyfriend, sniffling and wiping his tears.
âYeah? We can play for a little while.â
âLando-â The way he just betrayed you, you would never forgive him.
âHeâll want to go to sleep soon, donât worry.â You saw them walk to Landoâs streaming room, Charlie skipping as he held his hand.
You rolled your eyes and followed them, crossing your arms as you rested against the door frame. Lando tried to pick him up, intending to sit him in the sim, but he nearly lost his mind, as if Lando had no idea how playing racing worked.
âNo! Auntie.â Lando freaked out and out and put him back down, looking at you as he begged for your help with a single look.
âIâm right here, sweetie.â
You stepped closer to them, sitting on the chair as you picked him up and put him on your lap. He was happy again, his little feet kicking in the air as he gripped the steering wheel.
âWeâll do one more, okay?â
âYes!â He happily exclaimed.
Lando watched the both of you in awe as you started the game, showing Charlie all the cool cars he could choose from.
âI want the blue car again!â He said, pointing at the Red Bull. âYouâve got to be kidding me,â Lando joked. You giggled at this, but chose the Red Bull for the race.
It was a free practice session, so you werenât actually racing other cars, but you still got to drive it super fast, which is exactly what he liked.Â
As the session started, you placed your hands just below his. You were doing all the work, but the illusion was still there.Â
It was a little harder to drive like this, but you still managed to put up a few good laps without messing up too much, but even when you did, he was enjoying it, giggling and pointing at the screens as he turned to Lando to ask him an excited âdid you see that?â Any time something happened, and every time, Lando would just nod and match his enthusiasm.
The session ended, and just like you did earlier today, you congratulated your nephew for his amazing driving. He took the compliments proudly as if he just won a championship, but his head soon fell on your chest, yawning as he snuggled closer.
âOkay, time for a nap.â
He didnât resist this time. Instead, he nodded as his eyes closed. Lando helped you get up as you held Charlie close to you, walking towards the guest room; that was the room he preferred, saying your room was too scary and probably haunted.
You carefully laid him down, taking his shoes off and covering his body with a blanket. How was he already in a deep sleep? You had no idea, but you envy him.
While he was asleep, you took the time to clean up the mess he made earlier, picking up all the toys he brought and putting Landoâs helmets back where they belonged. You loved your nephew, you really did, but man, it was really challenging to take care of a child. Not only were they messy and unpredictable, but they had so much energy you could barely keep up. You often wondered how your sister did it.Â
Once you finished up, you dramatically collapsed on the couch. âI need to sleep for like a week,â you joked, your boyfriend laughing at your antics.
He made his way to the couch, sitting next to you as he pulled you in a warm embrace, hands caressing your sides as he placed a sweet kiss on the top of your head. âMe too, and I was only here for like half an hour.â
âImagine! Iâve been with him since this morning. Iâm never babysitting again.â
âNo? But you love Charlie.â He looked at you expectantly, trying to decipher if you were being serious.
âI do, but itâs too much sometimes. I honestly donât know what weâll do when we have our kids.â
Our kids. Two simple words that opened up a can that you would never be able to close. He stayed silent, mentally cursing the tent forming in his pants for betraying him in such an innocent moment.
You didnât think anything of it, nor did you realise what those two words did to him, so you just reached for the remote control and browsed the channels. You ended up picking a cooking show, paying attention as if you would ever cook anything like that.
The entire time, Lando was paying attention to you â all of you. He admired your face, your hands, your hips⊠your tummy. He couldnât stop himself from placing both his hands on your stomach, imagining what you would look like carrying a child. His child. He was well aware he was getting ahead of himself, but after witnessing todayâs events? God, he needed to do something about it.
Another hour went by, and you were already catching up to your boyfriendâs intentions. To you, everything seemed normal at first, but the lower his hands got and the way his thumb was rubbing soft circles on your stomach, it clicked. You knew how Lando felt about having a family with you, but it never crossed your mind that seeing you with kids affected him so much. Though it all made more sense now, any time you were near a kid, even if you didnât interact with them at all, his hands would be all over you, and when he got you alone? Thatâs another story, but you never connected the dots until now.Â
Suddenly, a phone call made both of you jump. It was your sister calling you to let you know she was in the building, ready to pick Charlie up. You gathered all his things as Lando greeted your sister, walking her in and guiding her to the guest room.
âAw, he looks so peaceful.â
âWell, you shouldâve seen him two hours ago,â you joked.
âI know,â she laughed with you. âThank you for taking care of him on such short notice, you saved my life today.â
âItâs okay, I love spending time with Charlie, and Iâm happy to do it any other time.âÂ
âThanks, Y/N. He honestly loves you, you have no idea how happy he got when I told him we were coming here.â Your sister was about to carry Charlie in his arms, but Lando offered to bring him down to the car.Â
Okay, now you got it. You had to admit that seeing Lando carry a little kid did things to you, and since your realisation a few minutes ago, you couldnât stop thinking about a family; how did you suddenly get your own case of baby fever? Sure, you were still young, and that probably wouldnât happen for at least a few years, but fantasising couldnât hurt anyone.Â
You walked back to the apartment holding Landoâs hand, his grip so tight you thought he could break your hand if he squeezed a little harder. As soon as the door closed behind you, he grabbed you by the hips and turned you around, his lips crashing into yours in an intense kiss.
Kissing him back, your arms wrapped around his neck as one hand played with his hair.
âYou looked so pretty today, taking such good care of the baby,â he mumbled against your lips, biting it sofly. You couldnât contain the moan that left your mouth, only encouraging him further.Â
He carried you to your bedroom, immediately throwing you in the bed and hovering over you. He pressed himself further into you, making you very aware of his hardening cock as he nudged his bulge into your lower stomach. You moaned again, your legs going around his torso to pull him down.
âI wanna put a baby in you. God, you would look so perfect.â He didnât know what to do with you. He wanted to kiss you, bite you; he wanted to touch you everywhere, his own mind making him feel overwhelmed.Â
After quickly taking off your shirt, he started kissing you everywhere, a trail of wet kisses making their way down your body. His touch was electric, making you nearly squirm beneath him as your fingers kept a tight grip on his hair, and his words only made the feeling intensify.Â
âLando,â you moaned, he hummed in response, âdo it,â you simply said. God, the way everything inside him shifted is something he wanted to remember for the rest of his life. He looked up at you, eyes filled with a hunger and desperation you had never seen before.Â
âYeah? You want me to put a baby here?â He asked you, his big hand falling on your lower stomach as he kissed it.Â
âMhm, yes.â Your heartbeat was as strong as ever, and you were already having a hard time focusing. You needed him to do something and you needed it now.Â
âFuck,â he breathed as his hips involuntarily thrusted into the mattress. His lips kept exploring the lower part of your body as his hands worked on getting rid of your joggers, hands falling on your thighs immediately after to move them to rest on his shoulders.Â
âPlease, I need you so bad,â you begged, and he assumed you were asking him to pay attention to your poor pussy, which you were, but his mouth is not what you needed right now, so you stopped him after one firm lick. âInside me.â
âAs you wish, my love.âÂ
He got off the bed to quickly discard his clothes as you did the same with your bra, falling back on the bed as you eagerly waited for him. You felt like his gaze was piercing you as he lowered his body, pressing himself against you.
You moaned in anticipation, your arms wrapped around his neck as you felt your pussy starting to drip with desire. He moved his fingers along your sides and all the way down to your hole, collecting your wetness and spreading everywhere, finally getting to your clit as he rubbed soft circles for a moment.
He moved his mouth to your chest, taking one of your nipples into your mouth as he whimpered, and his mind instantly went to how sensitive and full they would be once you were pregnant, and he couldnât wait any longer. âYou look so fucking sexy tonight, sweetheart... I wanna fuck you so bad.â He was practically drooling as his fingers left your pussy and grabbed his cock, pumping it a couple of times before guiding it to your entrance.
You couldnât help your gaze dropping to his member, already swollen at the tip and bubbling with precum. It seemed impossible, but you were sure you had never needed him this bad.
He pushed into you, making both of you moan loudly as his eyes met yours for a moment before pressing a kiss on your lips, whispering a little âI love you.â
He didnât give you that long to adjust. His hands went under your ass, moving you up and down his cock. As if your sex life wasnât already rough, the intention he had in mind just made him go crazier, because the way he was thrusting into you was bound to leave you sore for days.Â
The room was filled with whimpers and slick noises the whole time, moans of each otherâs names joining from time to time. âGonna fill you up so good,â he breathed, his hands squeezing your ass, âfuck, canât wait to see your tummy grow.â All you could do was moan, the words leaving his mouth putting you under a spell that you could never escape. âDo you want that, love?â
âUh- huh,â you managed to spit out, fingers drigging into his strong biceps.
âWanna hear you say it.â
âFuck- ah. I want you to put a baby in me.â You replied, eyes focusing on what your words did to him.
His hips began to speed up, thrashing your head against the pillows as he repeatedly hit that sweet spot deep inside you. He was so deep you could practically feel him in the pit of your stomach.
âHarder,â you whimpered, and he immediately started to drill into you, the air nearly getting knocked out of your lungs as his grip tightened.Â
âYou feel so good around me, so so good for me,â he pants, looking down to where you were connected. âFuck.â
âAh- Lando.â It felt so good. So good that you are too far out of reality to form any thoughts; you could only think about him and how good he looked above you, with his mouth hung open in pure pleasure as he panted.
One of his hands made its way to your tummy, pressing down where he could feel himself. It was so simple yet so effective; he could feel his cock moving deep inside you. He gragged it further, his fingers catching your clit.
âFuck,â you let out a broken moan, âjust like that.â
He smirked at this; it was like you were begging him to get you pregnant as you began to tighten around him. He knew you were close; he could not only feel it but see it, the way your eyes were squeezed shut as your legs started to quiver.
âYou wanna cum? You wanna cum while I fill you up?â
âFuck,â you screamed as your head frantically nodded.Â
âCum with me, Iâm gonna put a baby in there.â
With that, your orgasm began to take over, squeezing around him tighter, triggering his own release. He slowed his movements down and both his hands took a hold of your waist, keeping you in place so you wouldnât waste a single drop.
Both your moans were even louder as he did his best to continue pushing into you through his orgasm, wanting to pump as much of his seed into you as he possibly could. When he physically couldnât keep going, he stopped, keeping his cock deep inside you as he tried to catch his breath.Â
He looked down at you, a smile adorning his face as he looked down at the mess he made. Slowly, he pulled out, his fingers quickly replacing his cock as he pushed his cum back into you, making you squirm and whimper at how sensitive you were.Â
âGonna have to squeeze for me, love, you gotta keep it inside.â The sight almost made him want to fuck you again; he couldnât believe how pretty you looked filled up to the brim with his cum.
His eyes locked with yours, fingers going inside his mouth as he licked them clean. He had lost his mind; you were sure of that, but fuck, you couldnât deny how hot that was.
With a satisfied smirk, he fell next to you, pulling you into his arms as he kissed you once more. âI love you so much,â he whispered.
âI love you too.â
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Reverse Falls!!
Soo this is my take on Reverse Falls!! I don't really know which are the original designs or which are the new personalities that each character adapts, so I made my own headcanons!! :3
It should be noted that there are characters who do not change personalities with anyone, but rather their personalities are more exaggerated or are opposite to the originals. Or (in the case of McGucket) their relationships are different so they change their way of being progressively.
EXPLANATION TIME:
This is quite long, I'm going to explain the personalities of each one and how they relate to various characters. Credits to: hours of daydreaming and Google Translate (TW: child abuse, emotional and physical abuse, homophobia, classism. I don't know if there's anything else, just in case)
Pacifica Northwest: Outgoing and very expressive. She didn't know Gideon very well until her parents sent her to Reverse Falls. She likes to knit, draw, and has a lot of stuffed animals. She has a lot of hair, and likes to do different hairstyles every day ("to be innovative"), cries when she has to cut it. She is very affectionate with Gideon and tries to get him out of his shell. She is a little insecure, but likes to see the positive side of things. She gets along very well with Bud, although sometimes she feels he is a little weird. Symbol: Llama (on her sweater)
Gideon Gleefull: Insecure, has little self-confidence, very skittish and anxious. Has a habit of chewing when he is thinking, like OG!Dipper (chewing on pens, his shirt, etc.). He didn't really know how to talk to Paz at first since the first time they met they were very little, what was she going to say?, was a "Hello" enough?, a handshake?, a complicated handshake?, was she going to ignore him? Paz simply gave him a big hug when she got off the bus (+ gave him a sweater she made on the way). Symbol: Telepathy star (in his hat)
Bud Gleefull: Ultimate scammer. Very friendly and funny, although sometimes a little intimidating. Bye Hawaiian shirts. Very patient with Gideon. He is basically the âcool uncle/dadâ. He put Paz to work the day she arrived, although he became attached very quickly and gave her family privileges (he does the same with Gideon).
Mason âDipperâ Pines: He is still very insecure but is able to feign confidence when standing on stage with his sister. He still has a lot of passion for science, he is not very affectionate, he holds back his emotions as he does not want to look vulnerable, especially in front of Stanford. He has a lot of respect for Ford (or rather, fear), being his apprentice he sees him more as a teacher, a superior figure than as an uncle; however he has very little respect for Stan, threatening him and making fun of him. He does not usually use his amulet much, only to practice tricks or in his shows. He has a very distant relationship with his sister, similar to that of the Stan twins. They have many disagreements, but they still have each other's back, especially when Ford is aggressive with one of them. The most sincere relationship he has is with F, although he still treats him like an employee, knowing that he was one of the brilliant minds behind the portal he respects him. Sometimes he discusses theories and shares discoveries with him (although he is embarrassed to think that his only "friend" is an employee of his uncle). Once he met Gideon and Paz, he was able to show his more fragile side and be himself, although he doesn't consider them completely friends (that changes post-weirdmageddon). Symbol: Pine tree (a small pin)
Mabel Pines: A spoiled brat, basically. She's very charming and friendly on stage and with guests at the Pines' many parties, but she's very whiny and selfish behind the scenes. She's not at all affectionate, to the point that she hates physical contact, especially if it's from townspeople. She resents her brother a lot for being Ford's "favorite" (he doesn't really have favorites, he's just less strict with Dipper because he's useful to him). She's Stan's spoiled child, giving her what she wants when she wants it (they have a nice relationship actually, Stan being one of the only ones who comforts her when she's sad). Instead of knitting, she likes to design her own dresses and accessories for shows and parties (her guilty pleasure is arts & crafts, since it's a very "childish" activity for a Pines). Obsessed with Paz, but learns to respect her limits throughout the story. Symbol: Shooting Star (a small pin)
Stanley Pines: He basically swaps personalities with Bud, runs the Telepathy Tent, is very friendly, and is scared of his brother and the twins. He never gets involved in Ford's experiments, having a very tense relationship with him. He loves the twins very much but knowing the power they have with those amulets he prefers to go along with them and not question too much what they ask (he knows when to be firm but the one who really has an impact on them and can make them see reason is Ford). Symbol: Oyster(?? (on a necklace)
Stanford F. Pines: Did you think OG! Ford was a jerk? Well now he's twice as much! He doesn't have an ounce of empathy in him, he's very narcissistic and only cares about his projects and his image. He doesn't care at all about the twins, only seeing them as a way to make money, demanding the most out of them, and he doesn't hesitate to use violence if any of them get out of line. He's very distant with Stanley, speaking to him very dryly (or rather, barely speaking to him at all). He's almost a hermit, living in his laboratory, not letting the townspeople get to know him; although unlike OG! Ford, he cares a lot about how he presents himself in front of the public, taking care of his image and clothing. He's very demanding with Mabel, as he feels she's nothing more than a spoiled child, the image of the Telepathy Tent along with her brother. He is a bit kinder to Dipper, as he realizes that he has a brilliant mind for his age (though not more so than his own), so he includes him in many of his experiments and research if he proves useful; but excluding that, he is just as insensitive as he is with his twin, mistreating him if he does not comply with what is due. His relationship with McGucket is kinda weird: although they were friends in college, the power that Bill/Will offered him completely consumed him, being abusive to F, forcing him to work long nights, keeping him awake by force. He only sees him for his use: his great skill with mechanics (which Ford does not have, although he hates to mention it). Although he was in love with F while he was at Backupsmore, he currently has no romantic feelings towards him, considering him an employee, his assistant, nothing more. He has internalized homophobia (a gift from Filbrick) and classism, so he hates to remember when his relationship with F was one of equals, friends. It disgusts him to think about when he would get so emotional around him. Symbol: Six Fingered Hand (the diaries)
Fiddleford H. McGucket: He is still the brilliant mind he was in his youth, but stress eats him alive. He started to age very quickly thanks to it. He invented the memory gun to try to forget all the horrible things he witnessed or that Ford made him suffer, but his boss doesn't allow him to use it too much since it can damage his mental health and erase knowledge, making him less efficient and useful. He doesn't have a very deep relationship with Stanley, since he practically lives in the lab where Ford forces him to work, but they are able to talk whenever F has a break (almost never). He can't stand the twins too much, not only because he feels that they are very annoying, but because the simple presence of children in his day to day life reminds him a lot of Tate, with whom he no longer has contact. Everyone knows about the abusive relationship he has with Stanford, they are not indifferent to it but they try not to mention it or get involved in his affairs (practically out of fear of Ford). Throughout his stay with Stanford he started developing an emotional dependence on him: not only did he make him feel that he was useless without him, but he uses violence on him when he is not fulfilling his duty, causing F to blame himself when this happens (What did he do wrong? What can he do to improve?). This got to the point where he started to hurt himself when he did not do something right. Ex: hitting himself when he noticed that his leg was bouncing in front of his anxiety (something that bothers Ford a lot), pulling out clumps of hair in front of the stress of not being able to achieve something, biting his nails, scratching himself, hitting his head (imagine Dobby from HP). Such actions and the mixed feelings he had towards Ford, made him develop masochism, enjoying when he inflicts pain on himself and when he is the victim of Ford's physical and psychological abuse, he clearly hid this for a while since it would look very unprofessional on his part. Eventually his boss found out and used this to his advantage, being quite sadist himself (he enjoys watching or inflicting pain and/or humiliation on others, in this case, he gets sexual pleasure). So every time Ford needs to let off some steam, vent his frustrations (or is just horny), he uses Fiddleford to fulfill his fantasies, making F's wishes come true as well. He basically uses him as a sex toy, and F doesn't complain, having suffered so much emotional manipulation, he even considers himself lucky that his boss wants to be with him like this, even if it's NOT healthy. Symbol: Spectacles
Bill Cipher: I don't like the idea of ââchanging his name, so Bill stays. He's still the same chaotic demon as in the original series, but this time he's been tricked by Ford into working for him and doing his bidding. He's also forced to do the twins' bidding. We already know that Bill can change his shape and color, so I think all of his shame and self-pity manifests itself in his appearance, turning blue over time (any strong emotion makes him change his appearance). He manipulates Gideon and Paz, making them feel sorry for him so they'll do his bidding (it doesn't work, clearly). The people he has the most contact with are Ford and Fiddleford, as they spend most of their time in the basement where he's locked up.
So that's it. I don't really know how this timeline would work, considering the portal and the journals, but I just wanted to have fun with the character designs and relationships (I feel like the weirdmageddon would happen sooner than in the original timeline). If you want me to go deeper into certain relationships or characters, let me know!!(â§âœâŠ) I'll see if I can go deeper into the relationship between Ford and Fiddleford that you guys liked so much (you guys really like toxic yaoi, huh??). I'm thinking of making a fanfic or smt to explain their day to day life in the lab and how Ford invited F to work with him (SPOILER: it didn't go well...).
That's it ig, LIKE AND SUSCRIBE!!!1!!1!ÎŁ(°ă°)
#gravity falls#fanart#digital art#reverse falls#reverse falls au#gravity falls au#mabel pines#dipper pines#stanley pines#stanford pines#fiddleford hadron mcgucket#fiddleauthor#fiddlesix#toxic yaoi#btw: the kids don't kill people#they're 12#they're still silly#just a little traumatized#thanks stanford#i didn't draw the accesories with their simbols#opps...#i forgor#just imagine they're there#i'm not good with character design....#maybe i'll change the designs as time goes on idk
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To Hell With Duty
Lewis Hamilton x soulmate!Reader
Summary: youâve always known that being Princess of the UK means that a soulmate is a luxury you canât afford ⊠but then you meet your soulmate and decide that some things are worth turning your back on duty for
Warnings: abusive family dynamics
Note: I promised to write something in honor of Lewisâ win and this was born (now Iâm tempted to make a soulmate AU series)
The sun blazes overhead as you step out of the sleek black car, your designer heels clicking against the pavement. The roar of engines and the excited chatter of the crowd at Silverstone envelop you, but you can barely hear them over the pounding of your own heart.
âYour Royal Highness, this way please,â a smartly dressed aide gestures towards the paddock area.
You nod, forcing a smile that doesnât quite reach your eyes. As you walk, you absently rub your wrist, feeling the slight raised bumps of your soulmate mark beneath the carefully applied concealer.
âI wish you didnât have to hide it,â your best friend and lady-in-waiting, Sophie, whispers beside you.
âYou know I donât have a choice,â you murmur back, glancing around to ensure no one overheard.
The memory of your brotherâs ordeal flashes through your mind, as vivid and painful as the day it happened ...
âNo, please! You canât do this!â Edwardâs anguished cries echoed through the palace halls.
You huddled in your room, hands pressed over your ears, trying to block out the sound. But nothing could drown out your brotherâs screams as the royal physician burned away his soulmate tattoo.
Later, when you snuck into his room, you found him curled up on his bed, cradling his bandaged wrist.
âEddie?â You whispered, your voice small and frightened.
He looked up at you, his eyes red and puffy. âY/N ... Iâm sorry you had to hear that.â
You climbed onto the bed beside him. âWhy did they do it? Why canât you be with your soulmate?â
Edward sighed, pulling you close. âBecause weâre royals, little sister. Our marriages are about duty, not love. Soulmates ... theyâre a luxury we canât afford.â
âBut thatâs not fair!â You protested.
âNo, itâs not,â he agreed, his voice hollow. âBut itâs the price we pay for our position. Promise me something, Y/N. If you ever find your soulmate ... run. Run far away and donât look back.â
The memory fades as Sophie gently squeezes your arm, bringing you back to the present.
âAre you okay?â She asks, concern etched on her face.
You take a deep breath, straightening your shoulders. âIâm fine. Letâs get this over with.â
As you make your way through the paddock, you canât help but feel a twinge of envy at the carefree laughter and excitement around you. Everywhere you look, people are proudly displaying their soulmate tattoos, some comparing them with friends, others stealing glances at strangers, wondering if today might be the day they meet their perfect match.
âYour Royal Highness,â a race official greets you with a bow. âWeâre honored to have you here today. If youâll follow me, Iâll show you to the VIP area.â
You nod, allowing yourself to be led through the crowded paddock. The official drones on about the dayâs schedule, but your mind wanders.
âWhat do you think your soulmate is like?â Sophie had asked you once, years ago, when you were both giggling teenagers.
âI donât know,â you had replied, tracing the words on your wrist. âBut I hope theyâre kind. And funny. Someone who sees me for who I am, not just my title.â
âYouâll find them one day,â Sophie had said confidently. âAnd when you do, itâll be magical.â
Now, surrounded by the bustle and excitement of race day, that conversation feels like a lifetime ago. Youâve long since resigned yourself to the fact that youâll never meet your soulmate. Even if you did, you could never act on it. The risk is too great.
Lost in thought, you donât notice the figure rounding the corner until itâs too late. You collide with a solid chest, stumbling backward. Strong hands grip your arms, steadying you before you can fall.
You look up, an apology on your lips, and find yourself staring into the most captivating brown eyes youâve ever seen. Time seems to stand still as you gaze at each other, the world fading away around you.
And then he speaks, his voice low and warm.
âWhoa there, careful Princess. Iâve got you.â
***
Your heart stops as Lewisâ words sink in. Theyâre an exact match to the tattoo hidden beneath layers of concealer on your wrist. For a moment, youâre frozen, lost in his warm brown eyes, your mind reeling with the implications of what just happened.
Then reality comes crashing down. You canât do this. You canât put him in danger. You canât risk the pain your brother went through.
âI ... I have to go,â you stammer, pulling away from his gentle grip.
Lewisâ brow furrows in confusion. âWait, whatâs wrong?â
But youâre already backing away, panic rising in your chest. âIâm sorry, I canât ... this isnât ... I have to leave.â
You turn and run, pushing past startled onlookers, your heart pounding in your ears. Behind you, you hear Lewis call out.
âPrincess, wait! Your words ... theyâre on my wrist!â
You falter for a moment, his words piercing through your panic. But no, it doesnât matter. It canât matter. You keep running.
âY/N, please!â Lewisâ voice is closer now. Heâs chasing after you. âI know you felt it too. We need to talk about this!â
You duck around a corner, trying to lose him in the maze of the paddock. But Lewis is faster, more familiar with the layout. He catches up to you in a quiet area behind one of the garages.
âPrincess,â he says, slightly out of breath. âPlease, just hear me out.â
You shake your head, tears threatening to spill. âYou donât understand. We canât do this. My family ... theyâll never allow it. Theyâll hurt you, or worse.â
Lewis takes a cautious step closer. âWhat do you mean? Why would your family hurt me?â
âBecause youâre my soulmate!â The words burst out before you can stop them. âAnd royals arenât allowed to be with their soulmates. Itâs all about duty and arranged marriages. They ... they burned off my brotherâs mark when he found his soulmate.â
Lewisâ eyes widen in horror. âThatâs barbaric. They canât do that to you.â
You laugh bitterly. âTheyâre the royal family. They can do whatever they want.â
âNo,â Lewis says firmly. âThey canât. Because I wonât let them.â
You look at him, confused. âWhat?â
Lewis takes your hand gently, his touch sending sparks through your body. âY/N, Iâm not just British. Iâm also a Brazilian citizen. And in Brazil, there are laws protecting soulmates. If weâre truly matched, which I believe we are, you automatically gain Brazilian citizenship too. Your family canât touch you there.â
Hope flares in your chest, but you quickly squash it down. âIt doesnât matter. Theyâll find a way. They always do.â
âNot this time,â Lewis insists. âLook, I have a race to drive soon, but after that, we can fly to Brazil immediately. Iâll keep you safe until then.â
You shake your head. âItâs too dangerous. If they find out ...â
âThey wonât,â Lewis promises. âMy driverâs room is private and secure. You can hide there until after the race. No one will think to look for you there.â
You hesitate, torn between hope and fear. âI donât know ...â
Lewis squeezes your hand gently. âI know we just met, but Iâve been waiting my whole life to find you. Please, give us a chance. Let me protect you.â
You look into his eyes, seeing the sincerity there. Slowly, you nod. âOkay. But we have to be careful.â
Relief washes over Lewisâ face. âWe will be. Come on, letâs get you somewhere safe.â
He leads you quickly through the paddock, taking care to avoid busy areas. You keep your head down, heart racing every time you pass someone. Finally, you reach a door marked with Lewisâ name.
âHere we are,â he says, ushering you inside. âLock the door behind me and donât open it for anyone but me. Iâll knock three times, pause, then twice more. Okay?â
You nod, taking in the small but comfortable room. âOkay. But Lewis, what about your race? You canât miss it because of me.â
He smiles reassuringly. âDonât worry about that. Iâll race, and then weâll leave right after. Itâll be fine.â
âBut what if something goes wrong? What if they find me?â The fear creeps back into your voice.
Lewis takes your hands in his, his touch grounding you. âHey, look at me. Nothing is going to happen to you. I promise. Weâre soulmates, remember? That means weâre in this together now.â
You take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. âIâm scared.â
âI know,â he says softly. âBut youâre also incredibly brave. Youâve lived with this fear your whole life, and youâre still standing. We can do this.â
A small smile tugs at your lips. âWeâve known each other for all of ten minutes and youâre already saying âweâ?â
Lewis grins. âWell, thatâs what happens when you meet your soulmate, I guess. Everything changes in an instant.â
You laugh softly, feeling some of the tension leave your body. âI suppose youâre right.â
âListen,â Lewis says, his tone turning serious. âI know this is all happening very fast, and I donât expect you to fall in love with me right away or anything. Weâll take things as slow as you want once weâre safe. But right now, I need you to trust me. Can you do that?â
You look into his eyes, seeing nothing but sincerity and determination. Slowly, you nod. âYes, I think I can.â
âGood,â Lewis smiles. âNow, I have to go get ready for the race. Remember, three knocks, pause, then two more. Donât open for anyone else.â
âI wonât,â you promise. âBe careful out there, okay?â
Lewisâ smile widens. âAlways am, Princess. Iâll see you soon.â
As he leaves, you lock the door behind him, your heart still racing. You sink onto the small couch, trying to process everything thatâs happened in the last hour.
Youâve found your soulmate. After years of hiding your tattoo, of living in fear of it being burned away like your brotherâs, youâve actually met the person whose words are etched on your skin.
And not just any person. Lewis Hamilton. World-famous driver, activist, and fashion icon. Youâve seen him on TV, of course, admired his skill on the track and his passion for social justice. But you never imagined ...
You rub your wrist absently, feeling the slight raised bumps of your mark beneath the concealer. For the first time in years, you allow yourself to hope. Maybe, just maybe, you can have the life youâve always dreamed of.
But doubt creeps in. What if Lewis is wrong? What if Brazilian citizenship isnât enough to protect you from your familyâs influence? What if they find you before you can leave?
You pace the small room, alternating between hope and fear. The sound of engines revving in the distance tells you the race is about to start. You find yourself holding your breath every time you hear footsteps pass by the door, terrified it might be palace security coming to drag you away.
Time crawls by agonizingly slowly. You try to distract yourself by watching the race on the small TV in the corner, but every time the camera focuses on Lewisâ car, your heart leaps into your throat. You silently urge him to be careful, to finish the race quickly so you can escape.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you hear it. Three knocks, a pause, then two more. You rush to the door, your hand hesitating for just a moment before you unlock it.
Lewis slips inside quickly, closing and locking the door behind him. Heâs still in his race suit, his hair damp with sweat.
âAre you okay?â You ask immediately. âHow was the race?â
Lewis grins. âIâm fine, and I won. But thatâs not important right now. We need to go.â
He grabs a bag from a locker and starts shoving clothes into it. âIâve arranged for a private jet to take us to SĂŁo Paulo. We need to leave now, before anyone realizes youâre missing.â
You nod, your heart racing again. âOkay. What do we do?â
âIâve got some clothing here that might fit you,â Lewis says, pulling out a hoodie and sweatpants. âPut these on over your clothes. Weâll need to be discreet getting to the airport.â
As you change, Lewis continues talking. âOnce weâre in Brazil, weâll be safe. There are strict laws protecting soulmates there. Your family wonât be able to touch you.â
âBut what about your career?â You ask, suddenly realizing what heâs giving up. âYou canât just leave everything behind for me.â
Lewis pauses, looking at you intently. âY/N, youâre my soulmate. That means youâre more important than any career, any amount of fame or money. Weâll figure out the details later, but right now, keeping you safe is all that matters.â
His words make your heart swell. Youâve never had anyone put you first like this before. âI donât know what to say.â
âYou donât have to say anything,â Lewis smiles. âJust trust me, okay?â
You nod, feeling a sense of calm settle over you despite the chaotic situation. âI do trust you. Letâs go.â
Lewis takes your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. âReady?â
You take a deep breath, thinking of all youâre leaving behind â your family, your duty, the only life youâve ever known. But as you look at Lewis, you realize youâre also stepping into a new life. One where youâre free to be yourself, to love who you want, to follow your heart.
âReady,â you say firmly.
And with that, Lewis opens the door, and together, you step out into your new future.
***
The private jet hums softly as it cuts through the night sky, carrying you away from everything youâve ever known. Youâre curled up against Lewis on the plush leather seat, your head resting on his chest. The steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your ear is oddly comforting, grounding you in this surreal moment.
Lewisâ arm is wrapped around you, his hand gently stroking your back. With your free hand, you trace the lines of his soulmate tattoo â your first words to him, now etched forever on his skin.
âI still canât believe this is real,â you murmur, your fingers following the curves of each letter.
Lewis chuckles softly, the sound reverberating through his chest. âI know what you mean. Iâve imagined meeting you so many times, but nothing could have prepared me for the reality.â
You look up at him, a mixture of emotions swirling in your chest. âWerenât you afraid? When you realized who I was?â
âAfraid?â Lewis considers for a moment. âNo, not afraid. Excited, nervous, maybe a little overwhelmed. But not afraid.â He pauses, his expression growing serious. âBut you were. Youâre still afraid now, arenât you?â
You nod slowly, dropping your gaze back to his wrist. âIâve been afraid for so long, Iâm not sure I know how to stop.â
Lewisâ hand moves to cup your face gently, encouraging you to look at him again. âWill you tell me about it? Help me understand?â
You take a deep breath, steeling yourself. âItâs ... itâs not a pleasant story.â
âIâm here,â Lewis says softly. âWhatever it is, weâll face it together.â
His words, so simple yet so profound, give you the courage to begin. âIt started with my brother, Edward. He was always the rebellious one, you know? Always pushing boundaries, questioning traditions. When he found his soulmate, he was over the moon. Her name was Lily, and she was ... she was perfect for him. Kind, funny, passionate about the same causes he was.â
You pause, the memory of your brotherâs joy contrasting sharply with what came after. Lewis waits patiently, his presence a comforting anchor.
âFor a few months, they managed to keep it a secret. But eventually, someone saw them together. Word got back to our parents and ...â You shudder, remembering that awful day. âThey were furious. They gave Edward an ultimatum: give up Lily or give up his place in the line of succession.â
âThatâs horrible,â Lewis murmurs, his arm tightening around you.
You nod, continuing, âEdward refused. He said Lily was more important than any throne. So they ... they decided to take matters into their own hands.â
Your voice breaks as you recount what happened next. âThey had the royal physician burn off Edwardâs soulmate mark. I can still hear his screams echoing through the palace. It was ... it was torture.â
Lewisâ body tenses beneath you, his voice tight with anger when he speaks. âThey had no right. How could they do that to their own son?â
âThey said it was for the good of the country,â you reply bitterly. âThat royals canât afford the luxury of soulmates. Our marriages are political tools, nothing more.â
âWhat happened to Edward and Lily?â Lewis asks gently.
You sigh heavily. âEdward was never the same after that. The spark in him just ... died. He does his duty now, makes the appearances heâs supposed to, but itâs like heâs just going through the motions. And Lily ... last I heard, she moved to Australia. I think being anywhere near the UK was too painful for her.â
Lewis is quiet for a moment, processing your words. âIâm so sorry you had to go through that, Y/N. No wonder you were scared when you realized we were soulmates.â
You nod, feeling the weight of years of fear and secrecy lifting as you share your story. âThatâs not even the worst of it,â you admit softly.
Lewis looks at you, concern etched on his face. âThereâs more?â
You take another deep breath, steeling yourself for the hardest part of the story. âMy father ... he had an older sister. Aunt Margaret. I never met her, but I found out about her a few years ago.â
Lewis listens intently as you continue, âShe found her soulmate when she was young, maybe 20 or so. And she refused to give him up, no matter what my grandparents said. They tried everything â threats, bribes, even attempting to arrange another match for her. But Margaret stood firm.â
âShe sounds brave,â Lewis comments.
You nod, a sad smile touching your lips. âShe was. But bravery wasnât enough. One night, both Margaret and her soulmate disappeared. The official story was that theyâd eloped, run off to start a new life together. But that wasnât the truth.â
Lewisâ body tenses again, as if bracing for whatâs coming. You press on, the words tumbling out now that youâve started.
âMargaretâs soulmate was ... dealt with. Permanently. And Margaret herself was institutionalized. Locked away in a private facility, hidden from the world.â
âThatâs ... thatâs monstrous,â Lewis breathes, horror evident in his voice.
You nod, feeling tears prick at your eyes. âWhen I found out, I couldnât believe it. I managed to find out where she was being held and I ... I visited her.â
Lewisâ hand resumes its gentle stroking of your back, encouraging you to continue.
âShe was ... god, Lewis, she was just a shell. Decades of being locked away, of being separated from her soulmate ... it had broken her. She didnât even seem to realize I was there.â
A tear escapes, rolling down your cheek. Lewis gently wipes it away with his thumb.
âThatâs why I was so scared,â you whisper. âIâve seen what my family is capable of. What lengths theyâll go to in order to keep up appearances, to maintain their idea of duty.â
Lewis is quiet for a long moment, his arms tightening around you protectively. When he finally speaks, his voice is filled with a mix of anger and determination.
âListen to me, Y/N,â he says firmly. âWhat happened to your brother, to your aunt ... it was wrong. Cruel and wrong. But I promise you, I will not let that happen to us.â
You look up at him, seeing the fierce protectiveness in his eyes. âHow can you be so sure?â
âBecause weâre not alone in this,â Lewis explains. âWe have resources they donât. My citizenship, for one. The laws protecting soulmates in Brazil. And beyond that, we have the power of public opinion.â
You frown, not quite understanding. âWhat do you mean?â
Lewis shifts slightly, his expression thoughtful. âThink about it. Your familyâs power comes from public support, right? What do you think would happen if the world found out they were separating soulmates, institutionalizing people?â
âIt would be a scandal,â you realize, your eyes widening.
âExactly,â Lewis nods. âWeâre not helpless. If they try anything, we can fight back. We can tell our story, rally support. The world has changed a lot. People believe in the sanctity of soulmates now more than ever.â
His words spark a tiny flame of hope in your chest. âYou really think we could do that?â
âI know we could,â Lewis says confidently. âBut more than that, I donât think weâll have to. Your family isnât stupid. Theyâll realize the risk isnât worth it. Especially not with someone as high-profile as me.â
You canât help but chuckle at that. âModest, arenât you?â
Lewis grins, the tension of the moment breaking. âHey, Iâm just stating facts. Seven-time world champion, remember?â
You roll your eyes playfully, but then grow serious again. âLewis ... thank you. For listening, for understanding. For not running away when you realized how complicated this all is.â
âHey,â Lewis says softly, tilting your chin up so youâre looking directly into his eyes. âYouâre my soulmate. That means weâre in this together, complications and all. Iâm not going anywhere.â
His words wash over you, soothing fears youâve carried for so long. For the first time, you allow yourself to truly believe that maybe, just maybe, you can have this. You can have him.
âSo,â you say, a small smile playing on your lips. âWhat happens now?â
Lewis grins, his eyes twinkling with excitement and possibility. âNow? Now we start our adventure. We land in SĂŁo Paulo, get your citizenship sorted out, and then ... well, then the worldâs our oyster. We can go anywhere, do anything.â
âAnything?â You ask, the concept of such freedom almost dizzying.
âAnything,â Lewis confirms. âWe could travel the world. Or we could find a quiet place to settle down if thatâs what you prefer. We could work on charitable causes together, or you could pursue whatever dreams youâve had to put aside because of your royal duties.â
The possibilities swirl in your mind, each one more exciting than the last. âI ... I donât even know where to start,â you admit.
Lewis chuckles, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. âWe donât have to decide everything right now. Weâve got time. For now, letâs just focus on getting to Brazil safely. We can figure out the rest as we go.â
You nod, settling back against his chest. The steady beat of his heart syncs with the hum of the jet engines, lulling you into a sense of peace you havenât felt in years.
As you drift off to sleep, wrapped in the safety of your soulmateâs arms, you realize something. For the first time in your life, youâre not afraid of the future. Instead, youâre excited to see what it holds.
Whatever comes next, youâll face it together. You and Lewis, two halves of a whole, finally united. The journey ahead may be uncertain, but with him by your side, youâre ready for anything.
***
As the private jet touches down on Brazilian soil, a mixture of excitement and nervousness flutters in your stomach. Lewis gives your hand a reassuring squeeze as the plane rolls to a stop.
âReady?â He asks, his warm brown eyes meeting yours.
You take a deep breath and nod. âAs Iâll ever be.â
The cabin door opens, and the humid Brazilian air rushes in. Lewis leads you down the steps, his hand never leaving yours. At the bottom, a tall woman in a crisp suit waits, her dark hair pulled back in a neat bun.
âMr. Hamilton,â she greets with a warm smile, extending her hand. âAnd Your Royal Highness. Welcome to Brazil. Iâm Dr. Raquel Santos from the Department of Soulmate Affairs.â
Lewis shakes her hand. âDr. Santos, thank you for meeting us on such short notice.â
âOf course,â she replies, turning to you. âYour Highness, itâs an honor.â
You shake her hand, feeling slightly overwhelmed. âPlease, just call me Y/N. I ... Iâm not sure how much of a royal I am anymore.â
Dr. Santosâ smile softens. âOf course, Y/N. Why donât we move this conversation somewhere more private? I have a car waiting to take us to a secure location where we can discuss everything in detail.â
You and Lewis follow her to a sleek black car. Once inside, Dr. Santos turns to face you both.
âFirst and foremost,â she begins, âI want to assure you that you are under the full protection of Brazilian law. As soon as you stepped off that plane, Y/N, you became entitled to all the rights and protections we offer to soulmates.â
âJust like that?â You ask, hardly daring to believe it could be so simple.
Dr. Santos nods. âJust like that. Brazil takes soulmate rights very seriously. We believe that the bond between soulmates is sacred and should be protected at all costs.â
Lewis leans forward, his expression serious. âWhat exactly does that protection entail? Y/Nâs situation is ... complicated.â
âI understand,â Dr. Santos says. âYour assistant filled me in on some of the details during our phone call. Let me break down the key points for you.â
As the car glides through the streets of SĂŁo Paulo, Dr. Santos begins her explanation.
âFirst, as the soulmate of a Brazilian citizen, Y/N is immediately eligible for Brazilian citizenship. We can begin the paperwork right away. This will provide an added layer of protection against any attempts at extradition.â
You feel a weight lift off your shoulders at her words. âSo my family canât force me to return to the UK?â
âCorrect,â Dr. Santos confirms. âBrazil does not recognize any authority over soulmate bonds, not even royal decrees. Your status as a princess is irrelevant in the eyes of our law when it comes to your rights as a soulmate.â
Lewis squeezes your hand, a smile playing on his lips. âSee? I told you weâd figure it out.â
Dr. Santos continues, âFurthermore, we have specific laws protecting soulmates from forced separation. Any attempt to interfere with your bond â be it physical separation, coercion, or even attempts to remove or alter your soulmate marks â is considered a serious crime in Brazil.â
You unconsciously rub your wrist where your tattoo is hidden. âWhat about ... what if they try to claim Iâm mentally unfit or something? To try and invalidate my choices?â
Dr. Santosâ expression turns serious. âWeâve seen such tactics used before, unfortunately. Thatâs why we have safeguards in place. Any claims of mental unfitness would require extensive evaluation by multiple independent Brazilian psychiatrists.â
âAnd if they try to use their diplomatic influence?â Lewis asks.
âBrazilâs stance on soulmate rights is non-negotiable,â Dr. Santos states firmly. âWeâve stood up to pressure from other nations before, and we wonât hesitate to do so again. Your bond is protected here, regardless of external political pressures.â
You let out a breath you didnât realize you were holding. âThis all sounds almost too good to be true.â
Dr. Santos smiles warmly. âI understand your caution, Y/N. But I assure you, these protections are very real and very enforceable. Now, let me explain some of the practical aspects of your situation.â
As the car turns onto a quieter street, Dr. Santos pulls out a tablet. âWeâll need to register your bond officially. This involves a simple verification process â usually just a visual confirmation of a matching font on your soulmate marks. Once registered, youâll be issued official documentation of your bond status.â
âWhat does that documentation do?â You ask, leaning forward with interest.
âIt serves several purposes,â Dr. Santos explains. âFirstly, itâs legal proof of your bond, which can be used to claim various rights and protections under Brazilian law. It also serves as a form of identification and can be used to expedite your citizenship application.â
Lewis nods thoughtfully. âAnd what about privacy? Given our high profiles, weâre concerned about information leaks.â
âAn excellent question,â Dr. Santos says. âWe take privacy very seriously, especially in high-profile cases like yours. All information related to your bond and Y/Nâs presence in Brazil will be classified at the highest level. Only a select few government officials will have access to this information.â
You feel a surge of gratitude towards this woman and the country she represents. âDr. Santos, I canât thank you enough for all of this.â
She smiles warmly. âItâs my pleasure. Protecting soulmates is not just my job, itâs my passion. Now, letâs discuss some of the support services available to you.â
As the car pulls up to a nondescript building, Dr. Santos continues her explanation. âWe offer counseling services specifically tailored for soulmates who have faced separation or threats to their bond. These services are completely confidential and can be invaluable in helping you process your experiences and adjust to your new life.â
You nod, feeling a lump form in your throat. âI think ... I think that might be really helpful.â
Lewis wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. âWeâll get through this together, love. Whatever you need.â
Dr. Santos leads you into the building and up to a comfortably furnished office. As you all take seats, she pulls out some forms.
âNow, I know this is a lot to take in,â she says gently. âBut Iâd like to start the official registration process, if youâre ready. The sooner we get this done, the sooner youâll have legal protection.â
You look at Lewis, who gives you an encouraging nod. âOkay,â you say, taking a deep breath. âLetâs do it.â
As Dr. Santos begins to explain the forms, a thought occurs to you. âDr. Santos, what about Lewis? How will all of this affect his career?â
Dr. Santos smiles. âIâm glad you asked. Mr. Hamilton, as a Brazilian citizen, you have the right to have your soulmate with you wherever your career takes you. We can provide diplomatic assistance to ensure Y/N can travel with you freely, without risk of detention or forced return to the UK.â
Lewis grins, looking relieved. âThatâs fantastic news. I was worried I might have to give up racing.â
âNot at all,â Dr. Santos assures him. âWe believe that soulmates should support each otherâs dreams and ambitions. Our laws are designed to facilitate that.â
As you begin filling out the forms, a sense of surreal calm washes over you. For the first time in your life, you feel truly protected, truly free to be with the person youâre meant to be with.
âThereâs one more thing,â Dr. Santos says as you finish the paperwork. âAs part of our soulmate protection program, we offer a safe house service. Itâs a secure location where you can stay while you adjust to your new situation and decide on your next steps. Would you be interested in that?â
You and Lewis exchange a look. âI think that might be a good idea,â Lewis says. âAt least for a little while, until we figure things out. My home here isnât exactly inconspicuous.â
You nod in agreement. âYes, please. That sounds perfect.â
Dr. Santos smiles, clearly pleased. âExcellent. Iâll make the arrangements right away. The location is completely confidential and guarded 24/7. Youâll be safe there.â
As she stands to make some calls, you turn to Lewis, feeling overwhelmed by everything thatâs happened.
âLewis,â you say softly, âI canât believe youâve done all this for me. Youâve turned your whole life upside down.â
He takes your hands in his, his eyes shining with emotion. âYouâre my soulmate. My whole life was leading up to finding you. Everything else? Itâs just details weâll figure out together.â
You lean in, resting your forehead against his. For the first time since you can remember, you feel truly, completely safe. Protected not just by laws and governments, but by the love of the person you were always meant to find.
As Dr. Santos returns to finalize the arrangements, you realize that this isnât just the end of your old life. Itâs the beginning of something new, something wonderful. A life where youâre free to love, free to be yourself, free to explore the bond that fate has given you.
Whatever challenges lie ahead, you know now that you wonât face them alone. You have Lewis, you have the protection of Brazilian law, and most importantly, you have hope. The future, once so terrifying, now shines with possibility.
And as you leave the office hand in hand with Lewis, ready to start your new life together, you canât help but smile. Because for the first time, youâre not running away from something.
Youâre running towards it.
***
The roar of engines and the buzz of excitement fill the air as you stand at the entrance to the AutĂłdromo JosĂ© Carlos Pace. Your heart pounds in your chest, a mix of nerves and exhilaration coursing through your veins. Lewisâ hand is warm and steady in yours, a constant reminder that youâre not alone.
âAre you ready for this?â Lewis asks, his brown eyes searching yours with concern.
You take a deep breath, squeezing his hand. âAs ready as Iâll ever be. Itâs time to stop hiding.â
Lewis nods, a proud smile lighting up his face. âThatâs my girl. Remember, whatever happens, weâre in this together.â
With one last reassuring squeeze, Lewis leads you into the paddock. The moment you step into view, a hush falls over the nearby crowd. Then, like a wave, whispers and exclamations ripple outward.
âIs that ...â
âIt canât be ...â
âThe princess!â
âWith Lewis Hamilton?â
Cameras flash in a frenzy, and reporters surge forward, held back only by the security team flanking you and Lewis. You keep your head high, your hand firmly in Lewisâ as you make your way through the paddock.
A brave reporter manages to shout a question over the commotion. âYour Highness! Is it true youâve been in hiding in Brazil?â
You pause, looking to Lewis. He gives you an encouraging nod. Taking a deep breath, you turn to face the press.
âYes, itâs true,â you say, your voice steady despite your nerves. âIâve been in Brazil for the past few months, under the protection of the Brazilian government.â
The questions come rapid-fire after that.
âWhy did you leave the UK?â
âAre you and Lewis Hamilton really soulmates?â
âWhat does the royal family have to say about this?â
Lewis steps forward, his arm protectively around your waist. âWeâll be holding a press conference later to address all your questions. For now, we ask for your patience and understanding as we prepare for the race.â
As you continue through the paddock, you canât help but think back on the tumultuous months that led to this moment ...
The first few weeks in Brazil had been a whirlwind of paperwork, security briefings, and adjusting to your new reality. You and Lewis had stayed in the safe house provided by the Brazilian government, venturing out only when necessary and always under heavy guard.
One morning, about a month into your stay, Dr. Santos had arrived with a grim expression.
âWeâve intercepted some concerning communications,â she had said, her usual calm demeanor tinged with worry. âIt seems the British royal family has intensified their search for you, Y/N. Theyâre making threats.â
You had felt your heart drop. âWhat kind of threats?â
Dr. Santos had hesitated before answering. âTheyâre threatening to use their diplomatic influence to pressure Brazil into returning you. Theyâre also ... theyâre suggesting that you might be mentally unfit, that youâve been coerced or manipulated.â
Lewis had immediately pulled you close, his jaw clenched in anger. âThey canât do that. We wonât let them.â
âAnd we wonât,â Dr. Santos had assured you both. âOur stance on soulmate rights is non-negotiable. But I want you to be prepared. This might get ugly.â
And it had. Over the next few months, your family had tried everything. Diplomatic pressure, media manipulation, even attempts to infiltrate Brazilian government systems to locate you. But Brazil had stood firm, and you had remained safe.
A commotion near the Mercedes garage snaps you back to the present. You see a group of men in dark suits pushing their way through the crowd, their expressions grim and determined. Your blood runs cold as you recognize one of them â your fatherâs head of security.
âLewis,â you whisper urgently, âtheyâre here.â
Lewisâ arm tightens around you as he quickly assesses the situation. âStay calm. Remember the plan.â
As the men approach, the lead one steps forward, his voice loud and authoritative. âYour Royal Highness, by order of His Majesty the King, you are to return to the United Kingdom immediately.â
You feel all eyes on you, the paddock having gone deathly quiet. Taking a deep breath, you step forward, your voice clear and steady. âIâm afraid that wonât be possible. I am here of my own free will, protected by Brazilian law as the soulmate of a Brazilian citizen.â
The manâs expression hardens. âYour Highness, please donât make this difficult. Your family is concerned for your well-being. They believe you may have been coerced or manipulated-â
âThe only manipulation here,â Lewis interrupts, his voice sharp, âis coming from those who would separate soulmates for political gain.â
Just then, Dr. Santos appears, flanked by Brazilian officials. âGentlemen,â she says coolly to the British security team, âIâm afraid youâre overstepping. Y/N is under the protection of the Brazilian government. Any attempt to remove her against her will would be considered means for an international incident.â
The head of security sputters, clearly not having expected this level of resistance. âThis is a family matter-â
âNo,â you interject, your voice stronger now. âThis is a matter of human rights. The right to be with oneâs soulmate. A right that Brazil recognizes and protects.â
Dr. Santos nods approvingly. âFurthermore, any claims of mental unfitness have been thoroughly disproven by independent psychiatric evaluation. Y/N is here of her own free will, in full possession of her faculties.â
The security team looks at each other uncertainly, clearly realizing theyâre outmatched. The lead man makes one last attempt. âYour Highness, please. Your family misses you. They want you to come home.â
For a moment, you feel a pang of sadness for the life you left behind. But then you feel Lewisâ steady presence beside you, and you know youâre exactly where youâre meant to be.
âI am home,â you say softly but firmly. âMy home is with my soulmate, wherever that may be.â
The man opens his mouth to argue further, but Dr. Santos cuts him off. âGentlemen, I believe itâs time for you to leave. Unless youâd like us to involve the authorities?â
Realizing theyâre defeated, the security team begins to retreat. As they leave, you hear murmurs of admiration and support from the crowd that has gathered to watch the confrontation.
Lewis pulls you into a tight embrace. âYou were amazing,â he whispers in your ear. âIâm so proud of you.â
As you pull back, you see reporters clamoring for comments, their cameras flashing incessantly. Dr. Santos steps forward to address them.
âA full press conference will be held later today,â she announces. âFor now, I can confirm that Y/N, formally known as Her Royal Highness, is here legally and of her own free will as the soulmate of Lewis Hamilton. She is under the full protection of Brazilian law, and any attempts to interfere with their bond will be met with the full force of our legal system.â
As Dr. Santos continues to field questions, Lewis turns to you. âAre you okay?â He asks softly, his eyes searching yours.
You nod, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. âIâm more than okay. For the first time, I feel ... free.â
Lewis grins, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âGood. Because weâve got a race to win.â
As you make your way to the Mercedes garage, youâre overwhelmed by the support you receive. Team members, other drivers, and even fans call out words of encouragement.
âWeâve got your back, Y/N!â
âLove wins!â
âYou show âem, Lewis!â
Inside the garage, the team greets you warmly. Toto approaches with a smile.
âY/N, Lewis,â he says, shaking both your hands. âThat was quite an entrance. Are you sure youâre up for all this today?â
You nod firmly. âAbsolutely. Itâs time to show the world that love doesnât make you weak. It makes you stronger.â
Lewis beams at your words. âCouldnât have said it better myself. Now, letâs go win this race, yeah?â
As Lewis begins his pre-race preparations, you find a quiet corner to collect your thoughts. The events of the past few months flash through your mind â the fear, the uncertainty, but also the overwhelming love and support youâve received.
You think about your family, about the life you left behind. Thereâs sadness there, but no regret. Youâve found something more precious than any crown â the freedom to love, to be yourself, to follow your heart.
A gentle hand on your shoulder pulls you from your thoughts. You look up to see Lewis, now in his race suit, his helmet tucked under his arm.
âPenny for your thoughts?â He asks softly.
You smile, reaching up to cup his cheek. âJust thinking about how lucky I am. How grateful I am for you, for Brazil, for everyone whoâs supported us.â
Lewis leans into your touch, his eyes shining with emotion. âWeâre the lucky ones, Y/N. To have found each other, to have this chance at happiness. And I promise you, Iâll spend every day making sure you never regret your choice.â
You stand, wrapping your arms around his neck. âI could never regret choosing you. Youâre my soulmate, my home, my everything.â
As you lean in for a kiss, the garage erupts in cheers and whistles. You break apart, laughing, to see the entire team watching with grins on their faces.
âAlright, lovebirds,â Toto calls out good-naturedly. âSave it for after the race. Lewis, youâve got a championship to chase.â
Lewis gives you one last quick kiss before pulling on his helmet. âWatch me fly, Princess,â he says with a wink.
As he heads out to the track, you take your place in the garage, surrounded by your new family â the team that has embraced you without question. You feel a sense of belonging, of purpose, that youâve never experienced before.
The roar of engines fills the air as the race begins. You watch Lewis navigate the track with precision and skill, your heart swelling with pride and love. This is your life now â the excitement of race day, the thrill of competition, but most importantly, the joy of being with your soulmate.
As Lewis crosses the finish line in first place, the garage erupts in celebration. You rush out to meet him in parc fermé, not caring about protocol or propriety. Lewis sweeps you up in his arms, spinning you around as the crowd cheers.
In that moment, with the sun shining down and the sound of celebration all around, you know that youâve made the right choice. This is where you belong â by Lewisâ side, free to love and be loved, ready to face whatever challenges come your way.
Together.
***
The familiar scent of motor oil and rubber fills the air as you step onto British soil for the first time in over a year. Silverstone buzzes with excitement, but you canât shake the nervous energy coursing through your veins. Lewisâ hand finds yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
âYou okay?â He asks softly, his eyes searching yours with concern.
You take a deep breath, nodding. âI think so. Itâs just ... strange being back.â
Lewis pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âRemember, youâre not alone. Weâve got security everywhere, and Iâm right here with you.â
As if on cue, the head of your security team, a tall, no-nonsense woman named Maria, approaches. âEverythingâs clear, Ms. Y/N. Weâve swept the entire area and have eyes on all entry points.â
You smile gratefully at her. âThank you, Maria. I donât know what weâd do without you.â
Mariaâs stern expression softens slightly. âJust doing our job, maâam. Your safety is our top priority.â
As you make your way through the paddock, you canât help but notice the stares and whispers that follow you. Some are curious, others admiring, and a few ... less than friendly. But your security team forms a protective barrier around you and Lewis, keeping any potential trouble at bay.
âY/N! Lewis!â A familiar voice calls out. You turn to see Fred Vasseur approaching, a warm smile on his face. âWelcome back to Silverstone. How are you holding up?â
âItâs ... intense,â you admit. âBut Iâm glad to be here, supporting Lewis.â
Fred nods understandingly. âWell, youâve got the whole team behind you. Anyone gives you trouble, theyâll have to answer to all of Ferrari.â
As you continue through the paddock, greeting team members and other drivers, you canât shake the feeling that youâre being watched. Not just by the curious onlookers, but by someone ... familiar.
Thatâs when you see him. Standing near the VIP area, looking as regal and composed as ever, is your brother.
Your heart skips a beat. You havenât seen Edward since that fateful day you ran away. Lewis, sensing your tension, follows your gaze.
âIs that ...â he asks quietly.
You nod, unable to find words. Lewis turns to Maria. âCan you make sure we have a private moment?â
Maria nods, already signaling to her team. Within moments, theyâve created a small bubble of privacy around you and Edward.
Edward approaches slowly, his expression unreadable. For a moment, you both just stand there, years of unspoken words hanging between you.
Then, to your surprise, Edwardâs composure cracks. His eyes fill with tears as he pulls you into a tight embrace.
âY/N,â he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. âIâve missed you so much.â
You cling to him, your own tears falling freely. âEddie ... Iâm so sorry I left without saying goodbye. I just ... I couldnât ...â
Edward pulls back, holding you at armâs length. His eyes roam your face, as if memorizing every detail. âDonât apologize. Not ever. What you did ... Y/N, I am so incredibly proud of you.â
His words catch you off guard. âProud? But I abandoned the family, my duties ...â
Edward shakes his head firmly. âYou chose love. You chose happiness. You did what I was too weak to do.â
You glance at Lewis, whoâs standing a respectful distance away, giving you this moment with your brother. âEdward, this is Lewis. My soulmate.â
Edward extends his hand to Lewis. âItâs an honor to meet you, Lewis. Thank you for protecting my sister and giving her the happiness she deserves.â
Lewis shakes his hand, his expression sincere. âThe honor is mine, Your Highness. Y/N is the bravest, most amazing person I know. Iâm just lucky to be part of her life.â
Edwardâs smile is tinged with sadness. âPlease, call me Edward. And youâre right, she is amazing. Always has been.â
You look at your brother closely, noticing the lines of stress around his eyes, the slight slump in his shoulders. âEddie ... how are you? Really?â
He sighs, running a hand through his hair. âItâs ... not easy. The family is in turmoil after your departure. Father is furious, Mother is heartbroken, and Iâm ... well, Iâm trying to hold it all together.â
âAnd Lily?â You ask softly, referring to Edwardâs soulmate. âHave you heard from her?â
Edwardâs expression clouds over. âNo. Not since ... not since that day.â
You take your brotherâs hand, squeezing it gently. âItâs not too late, you know. You could still reach out to her.â
Edward laughs bitterly. âAnd say what? âSorry I let them burn off my soulmate mark and married someone else. Want to grab coffee?ââ
Lewis steps forward, his voice gentle but firm. âWith all due respect, Your High- Edward, itâs never too late. The bond between soulmates ... itâs not something that can be erased, no matter whatâs done to the physical mark.â
Edward looks at Lewis, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. âYou really believe that?â
Lewis nods. âI do. Y/N and I found each other against all odds. Whoâs to say you and Lily canât do the same?â
You squeeze Edwardâs hand again. âEddie, you deserve to be happy. You deserve love. Itâs not too late to choose yourself, to choose love.â
Edward looks torn, glancing around at the crowds, the cameras, the weight of expectation thatâs always surrounded you both. âBut the family ...â
âWill still be there,â you say softly. âBut youâll be facing them as your true self, with your soulmate by your side. It makes all the difference, trust me.â
Your brother is quiet for a long moment, clearly wrestling with years of ingrained duty and expectation. Finally, he looks up, a new determination in his eyes.
âYouâre right,â he says, his voice growing stronger. âYouâre absolutely right. Iâve spent too long living for everyone else. Itâs time I lived for myself.â
You canât help the smile that spreads across your face. âDoes this mean ...â
Edward nods, a mix of fear and excitement in his eyes. âIâm going to do it. Iâm going to find Lily. Iâm going to make things right.â
You throw your arms around your brother, hugging him tightly. âIâm so proud of you, Eddie. And Iâll be here for you, every step of the way.â
As you pull back, you see tears in Edwardâs eyes, but also a lightness that you havenât seen in years. âThank you. For showing me that itâs possible to choose love. For being brave enough to pave the way.â
Lewis steps forward, placing a hand on Edwardâs shoulder. âIf you need any help â legal advice, security, anything â just say the word. Youâre family now.â
Edward looks at Lewis gratefully. âThank you. I might just take you up on that.â
Just then, Maria approaches discreetly. âIâm sorry to interrupt, but we need to move. The press is getting restless.â
You nod, turning back to Edward. âWill you be okay?â
He takes a deep breath, squaring his shoulders. âI will be. For the first time in a long time, I think I really will be.â
As you prepare to part ways, Edward pulls you in for one last hug. âI love you, little sister. Thank you for reminding me whatâs truly important.â
âI love you too, Eddie,â you whisper back. âGo find your happiness. You deserve it.â
With one last squeeze, Edward steps back. As he walks away, you see him pull out his phone, a look of determination on his face. You have a feeling you know exactly who heâs about to call.
Lewis wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close. âYou okay, love?â
You nod, wiping away a stray tear. âMore than okay. I feel ... hopeful. For Eddie, for us, for everything.â
As you make your way back through the paddock, youâre struck by how different everything feels. The stares donât bother you as much, the whispers fade into background noise. Youâre exactly where youâre meant to be, with the person youâre meant to be with.
âYou know,â Lewis says as you reach the Ferrari garage, âI think Iâm going to win this race.â
You raise an eyebrow, a smile playing on your lips. âOh? And what makes you so sure?â
Lewis grins, pulling you close. âBecause Iâve got my lucky charm by my side. How can I lose?â
You laugh, the sound light and free. âWell, in that case, youâd better not disappoint. I expect nothing less than a victory, Sir Hamilton.â
As Lewis leans in for a kiss, youâre vaguely aware of cameras flashing and people cheering. But none of that matters. What matters is this moment, this love, this life youâve chosen.
You think back to a year ago, when you were terrified of finding your soulmate, of the consequences it would bring. Now, standing here at Silverstone, with Lewis by your side and the hope of your brother finding his own happiness, you realize that choosing love wasnât just the brave choice.
It was the only choice.
As Lewis heads off to prepare for the race, you take your place in the garage. The roar of engines fills the air, and you feel a surge of excitement.
This is your life now. Supporting Lewis, championing love, and showing the world that sometimes, the greatest act of duty is being true to yourself.
As the race begins, you watch Lewis tear around the track, your heart swelling with pride and love. You may not wear a tiara anymore, but youâve gained something far more precious â the freedom to love, to choose, to be yourself.
And as the chequered flag waves and Lewis crosses the finish line in first place, you know that this victory isnât just his.
Itâs yours. Itâs Edwardâs. Itâs everyone whoâs ever had the courage to choose love over duty, happiness over expectation.
As you rush to congratulate Lewis, wrapped in his arms as the crowd cheers, you know that this is just the beginning. There will be challenges ahead, obstacles to overcome. But with love by your side and the strength to be true to yourself, youâre ready to face whatever comes.
Because in the end, love always wins. And you? Youâre living proof of that.
***
The warm Brazilian sun streams through the windows of the spacious beachfront home, filling the living room with a golden glow. The sound of childrenâs laughter mingles with the distant crash of waves, creating a symphony of domestic bliss.
Youâre seated on the plush carpet, surrounded by an array of colorful toys. Your three-year-old daughter, Emilia, is busily stacking blocks, her little face scrunched in concentration. Across from you, Edward is attempting to wrangle his own two-year-old son, James, who seems more interested in knocking down Emiliaâs creations than building his own.
âJames, darling, letâs build our own tower, shall we?â Edward coaxes gently, redirecting his sonâs attention.
You canât help but smile at the scene. Five years ago, you never could have imagined this â you and Edward, raising your children together, free from the constraints of royal duty.
The sound of a door opening draws your attention. Lewis walks in, his arms full of grocery bags, closely followed by Lily.
âWe come bearing snacks!â Lewis announces with a grin.
Emiliaâs head snaps up at the sight of her favorite person. âDaddy!â She squeals, abandoning her blocks and running to Lewis.
Lewis sets down the bags just in time to scoop up his daughter, peppering her face with kisses. âHello, my little racer. Have you been good for Mummy?â
Emilia nods enthusiastically. âI builded a big tower!â
âBuilt, sweetheart,â you correct gently, getting to your feet. âAnd it was a very impressive tower indeed.â
Lewis sets Emilia down and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in for a quick kiss. âAnd howâs my other favorite girl doing?â
You smile, leaning into his embrace. âBetter now that youâre home. How was the market?â
âBusy,â Lily chimes in, setting down her own bags. âBut we managed to get everything on the list, plus a few extras.â
Edward stands, hoisting James onto his hip. âExtras, you say? Let me guess â more of those brigadeiros that youâre definitely not addicted to, right, love?â
Lilyâs cheeks flush slightly as she laughs. âI plead the fifth. This baby wants what it wants.â
Your eyes light up at the reminder. Lily is five months pregnant with their second child, and youâre all buzzing with excitement.
âSpeaking of the baby,â you say, moving to help unpack the groceries, âhave you two decided if youâre going to find out the gender?â
Edward and Lily exchange a look. âWeâre still debating,â Edward admits. âPart of me wants to know, but thereâs also something nice about the surprise.â
Lewis chuckles, joining you in the kitchen. âI remember that debate. Though if I recall correctly, someone couldnât handle the suspense and made me call the doctor at two in the morning to find out.â
You playfully swat his arm. âHey, you were just as curious as I was!â
As you all work together to put away the groceries and prepare snacks for the kids, youâre struck by how natural this all feels. The easy banter, the shared responsibilities, the love that permeates every interaction. Itâs a far cry from the rigid formality of your royal upbringing.
âYou know,â Edward says, as if reading your thoughts, âsometimes I still canât believe this is our life now.â
You nod, understanding completely. âI know what you mean. Itâs so different from what we always thought our futures would be.â
Lily comes up behind Edward, wrapping her arms around his waist. âDifferent, but better, right?â
Edward turns, pulling her close. âInfinitely better. I wouldnât change a thing.â
As you watch your brother with his soulmate, you feel a wave of happiness and gratitude wash over you. It hadnât been easy for Edward to follow in your footsteps, to give up his place in the line of succession and choose love over duty. But seeing him now, so relaxed and genuinely happy, you know it was worth every struggle.
âEarth to Y/N,â Lewisâ voice breaks through your reverie. âWhereâd you go just now?â
You smile, shaking your head. âJust thinking about how far weâve all come. How different things could have been.â
Lewis nods, understanding in his eyes. âDo you ever regret it? Giving up your title, your life in England?â
You donât hesitate for a second. âNever. This life, with you, with our family â itâs more than I ever dreamed possible.â
A sudden crash from the living room interrupts the moment. You all rush in to find James standing triumphantly atop a mountain of scattered blocks, while Emilia looks on in horror.
âJames Edward Henry Albert Windsor!â Lily exclaims, trying to sound stern but failing to hide her amusement. âWhat have we said about destroying other peopleâs creations?â
James, looking not at all repentant, grins widely. âI king of the castle!â
Edward struggles to keep a straight face as he lifts his son off the block mountain. âYes, well, kings should be builders, not destroyers. Letâs clean this up and then we can all build a castle together, okay?â
As you all pitch in to help clean up the blocks, Emilia tugs on your sleeve. âMummy, will James be a real king someday?â
The question catches you off guard. You exchange a look with Edward, unsure how to explain the complicated reality of your familyâs situation.
Lewis kneels down next to Emilia, his voice gentle. âNo, sweetheart. James wonât be a king and you wonât be a princess. But thatâs okay, because you get to be something even better.â
Emiliaâs eyes widen with curiosity. âWhatâs that, Daddy?â
Lewis smiles, pulling her into a hug. âYou get to be yourself. You get to choose who you want to be and what you want to do with your life. And thatâs much more special.â
You feel tears prick at your eyes, overwhelmed by the simple beauty of Lewisâ words. This is why you left, why you chose this life. So that your children could have the freedom you and Edward never had growing up.
As the afternoon wears on, you all migrate to the back patio. The kids play in the sand under the watchful eyes of their parents, while you, Lewis, Edward, and Lily relax on the comfortable outdoor furniture.
âSo,â Lily says, her hand resting on her growing belly, âhave you two given any thought to expanding your own family?â
You and Lewis share a knowing look. âActually,â you say, unable to keep the excitement from your voice, âweâve been thinking about it a lot lately.â
Edward raises an eyebrow. âOh? Do tell, little sister.â
Lewis takes your hand, giving it a squeeze. âWeâre thinking of adopting. There are so many children out there who need loving homes, and we have more than enough love to give.â
âThatâs wonderful!â Lily exclaims, her eyes shining. âOh, Emilia would love a little brother or sister.â
You nod, watching your daughter play. âWe think so too. Weâre just starting the process, but it feels right.â
Edward leans forward, his expression serious. âHave you thought about how this might affect things back in England? The press ...â
You sigh, having expected this question. âWe have. And honestly, weâve decided that it doesnât matter what they think. This is our life, our family. Weâre not going to let fear of judgment or outdated institutions dictate our choices anymore.â
Lewis nods in agreement. âWeâve already faced the worst they could throw at us. We came out stronger. Whatever comes next, we can handle it together.â
Edwardâs serious expression melts into a proud smile. âYouâre right, of course. Iâm sorry, old habits die hard I suppose. Iâm thrilled for you both, truly.â
As the conversation flows, touching on everything from potential names for Lily and Edwardâs baby to Lewisâ upcoming ambassador campaign, youâre struck by how perfectly imperfect this life is. Itâs messy and chaotic at times, full of unexpected challenges and joy in equal measure. But itâs real, and itâs yours.
The sun begins to set, painting the sky in brilliant shades of orange and pink. James and Emilia, tired from their day of play, curl up in their fathersâ laps. As you watch your brother gently stroke his sonâs hair, you remember a conversation from years ago.
âEddie,â you say softly, âdo you remember what you told me the day they ... the day they burned off your soulmate mark?â
Edward looks up, his eyes clouding with the memory. âI told you that if you ever found your soulmate, you should run. Run far away and donât look back.â
You nod, feeling Lewisâ arm tighten around you. âIâm so glad I took your advice. And Iâm even more glad that you eventually followed it too.â
Edward smiles, looking down at James and then over at Lily. âSo am I, Y/N. So am I.â
As the evening draws in, you all move inside. The kids are put to bed, their excited chatter about building sandcastles and racing cars fading into peaceful sleep. You, Lewis, Edward, and Lily settle in the living room, glasses of wine in hand (sparkling juice for Lily).
âA toast,â Lewis proposes, raising his glass. âTo family, to love, and to the courage to choose our own path.â
âTo freedom,â Edward adds, his eyes shining with emotion.
âTo second chances,â Lily chimes in, her hand resting on her belly.
You raise your own glass, feeling a swell of emotion. âTo us. All of us. And to the beautiful, chaotic, perfectly imperfect life weâve built together.â
As you clink glasses, you catch Lewisâ eye. In that moment, youâre transported back to that day at Silverstone, when you first ran into each other. The fear, the excitement, the life-changing decision you made in an instant.
You wouldnât change a thing.
As the night wears on and conversation flows freely, you realize that this â this warmth, this love, this freedom â this is what happily ever after really looks like. Itâs not a fairy tale ending, but a beginning. A beginning of a life filled with love, choice, and the joy of being truly yourself.
And as you curl up in bed that night, Lewisâ arms around you and the sound of the ocean in the distance, you know that youâre exactly where youâre meant to be.
Your familyâs story is still being written. And you canât wait to see what the next chapter brings.
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Family Of Four
Pairing: Lando Norris x reader
Warnings: none
Being a young mother of two small children, one of whom is 3 months and the other 4 years old, is something no one could have prepared you for. You knew from the beginning that it wasn't going to be easy since Lando couldn't always be there to help you with the two of them, but sometimes you thought you were gonna lose your mind.
Phoebe was 4 years old, the spitting image of her dad. She was a little lady with big brown curls and sassy attitude who always stole everyone's hearts with her personality. On the other hand, Kian was only 3 months old, usually a very calm little baby boy who was a perfect mix of both you and Lando.
This was one of those days when you wanted to jump out of your own skin. One of those days when you didn't know what to do first, who to take first, who to comfort first. Both kids were screaming crying, Phoebe because she was hungry, even though she refused to eat 20 minutes before when you asked her, and Kian because he had stomach cramps that were very painful.
While Phoebe was throwing a tantrum and rolling on the floor screaming, Kian was crying so hard that you almost cried too because you didn't know how to help him anymore. You were going crazy while waiting for Lando to come back from work duties.
Days like this didn't happen often, but when they did, you felt like you were failing as a mother. Deep down you knew it wasn't true, but you just couldn't understand how a pregnant Nara Smith manages to literally produce cereal for her children's breakfast, yet here you are, not even able to calm your two children by yourself.
"It's okay, it's okay baby boy, please stop crying" You despaired, talking softly, rubbing Kian's back and walking around the living room with him. "Phoebe, get up from the floor right now!"
"I'm hungry!"
"Can you just wait 5 more minutes until your brother stops crying? Can you please do that for me?"
"No, I want daddy!" She yelled which startled Kian and made him cry even more.
"Oh my God.." You were on the verge of a breakdown. "Shh, baby, it's okay..shh"
Thankfully, minutes after she screamed for her dad, Lando walked through the front door.
"Guys, what is going on here?" He asked taking off his jacket looking at the chaotic scene in front of him.
"Please, do something" Your voice trembled, the tears already formed in your eyes threatening to spill out.
"Baby, what's going on? Are you okay?" He approached you putting one hand on your cheek and the other on Kian's back.
"No" You shook your head. "I'm going to the bedroom to try to calm him down. Phoebe's hungry because she didn't wanna eat 20 minutes ago when I begged her to. Now she's screaming for no reason."
"I'll deal with her, don't worry, okay?" He said kissing your cheek before you left with Kian in your arms.
"Pheebs, get up, c'mon" Lando said gently pulling her up by her arm.
"Daddy" She cried with no tears.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He asked lifting her up in his arms and brushing her hair from her sweat-sticky face.
"I'm hungry"
"Okay, but have you ever been hungry for more than 10 minutes before you got to eat?" He asked walking to the kitchen with her and sitting her down on the kitchen island. "Have you?"
"No.." She said quietly sniffling and looking down at her hands.
"Baby, look at me" Lando gently lifts her chin up with his finger "You're a big sister now, and big sisters don't act this way. If your brother is crying because he's in pain, you need to be patient. No one's gonna forget about you, but you need to help mommy, and you screaming while she's trying to calm him down is not helpful at all."
Phoebe stayed silent looking at Lando with sad puppy eyes before asking "Do you l-love baby brother more than me?"
Pheebs was daddy's girl from day one. She was his first one. His everything and more. She had him completely wrapped around her finger and he knew it, but he loved it.
Since he was away a lot, he couldn't spend as much time as he wanted with his kids so he was always very lenient with them. Especially with Pheebs because she was older. She always got what she wanted and Lando was always very happy to fulfill her every wish.
He could never say no to her. How could he say no when every time when Lando goes on a race, she calls him on a video call to say "I miss you daddy, you're going to win tomorrow because you're the best" It makes his heart melt every time.
"Baby, mommy and I love you and your brother equally. There's no way we love one more than the other, okay?" He said cupping her cheeks. "But you're always gonna be daddy's little girl, yeah? My tiny princess" He starts tickling her showering kisses all over her face making her giggle.
"Will my princess eat now so we can go get ready for bed?" He asked to which she quickly agreed nodding her head.
After dinner, Lando helped her brush her teeth, put on her pyjamas and put her to bed.
"I love you, daddy." She stretched out her arms for one more hug before Lando got up and left her room.
"I love you too, darling. Good night."
Once he was done with Phoebe, he went to see where you and Kian were.
"Y/n?" He said quietly entering your bedroom with dimmed lights. You were lying on the bed next to Kian who was finally asleep. "Are you sleeping?"
"No" You answered quietly as he sat down next the two of you.
"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked noticing that your eyes were red from crying. "Come here" Opening his arms, he pulls you to himself.
"I'm so tired, Lan" You sob quietly into his chest. It was all just too much for you. You didn't have any time for yourself. You were with two little kids 24/7 and you just felt like you were losing yourself. "I feel like I'm losing my mind. He's still having cramps and it hurts me to see him in pain. And I feel like I'm neglecting Phoebe like I'm not giving her enough attention since he came and-"
"Y/n, baby, stop. I don't wanna hear you being hard on yourself. They're kids, they have their good and bad days. It doesn't mean we're failing as parents if they're having a bad day. You're the best, most loving and caring mom ever, but you need a break. Let me please find someone to help you out with them when I'm not home."
"No, I can take care of my own kids when you're not home" You were being stubborn. You were refusing to get a nanny even though you knew you needed it when Lando was away because both your and Lando's parents were not living in Monaco so they couldn't be there when you needed them.
"I know you can, but I need you to be okay above everything else." He says leaving a kiss on your head that was still resting on his chest.
"I know, I'm sorry, it's been such a hard day and I missed you so much"
"Shh, I've got you, baby."
Later that night, when both kids were fast asleep, Lando and you finally had some time for yourselves. Both of you were in the living room on the couch in front of the TV. You were half asleep with your head in Lando's lap as he played with your hair and watched some TV show.
He smiled softly when he noticed you fell asleep. He didn't want to disturb you, but he wanted to cuddle you so he pulled you up closer to him. You laid your head against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead whispering how much he loves you and how much he's proud of you.
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Oscar Piastri doesn't need a translator, Lando's sister/ Oscars girlfriend disagrees.
Exists in the same universe as "oscah" but they can be read as standalones
Oscar wasn't doing anything special,just talking to Logan when she came over. He greeted her with a small hello, placed his arm over her shoulder and went right back to talking to Logan.
It was a perfectly ordinary interaction, the Formula One drivers thought.
Once Oscar had finished his sentence, as he waited for Logan to reply, she held up her hand. "I got this," she mumbled.
"Got what?" Logan asked, admittedly a little scared. There wasn't anything wrong with Oscar's girlfriend. I mean, Oscar loved her, so she had to be doing something right.
She let out a scoff, one that had the boys knowing that, whatever she was saying, she had to be joking. "So, what Oscar has just said to you, Logan, was 'Hugh Jackman, Kangaroo, shrimp, shrimp, boomerang'."
She looked so serious, Logan couldn't help but laugh. But she looked at him like she was expecting something, eyebrows slightly raised, head tipped towards him. "Logan, your response?"
"Oh my god." It really was ridiculous and oh so her. How hadn't they gotten so used to her shenanigans by now? "Uhm, boomerangs, shrimp. Koala, koala, Straya."
With her face still seriously, she turned towards her boyfriend. "Logan just said he thinks you're an asshole and he wants to give you a big ol' kiss."
"Hey!" Logan cried. "I... did not say that."
Oscar laughed as he pulled her into his chest and pressed his lips against the top of her head. She kissed her boyfriend's cheek and said a goodbye to the two of them, heading back to her brother in the McLaren garage.
She didn't know when she started translating Australian for Oscar. It wasn't something she did for Daniel when he was teammates with her big brother, Lando. But, with Oscar, it just felt right.
The way he wore that little, blushy smile once she'd done it. The first time she'd translated Australia for Lando, he'd simply pulled her into his chest and kissed the top of her head. It had been to shut her up, Oscar not ready to admit that he loved it.
And then, every time since that, Oscar had let her. It was incredible to see the kind of absurd shit she came up with. Her go to's were boomerang and shrimp, but she liked to throw some random ones in there.
But then, the bit started getting old. She'd done it to everybody on the grid, and it was no longer tripping anybody up.
That was when she'd started asking for a response. Hearing the other drivers scramble for a response full of Australian things, it was way more amusing than she'd expected.
But then she started translating what they were saying back to Oscar. It was always some admission of love or somebody insulting him every time.
And, every time Oscar would grin and pull her into his embrace, pressing a kiss to her cheek or the top of her head (never one for much PDA).
It was incredibly fun 'speaking Australian' with Daniel Ricciardo. They'd try and have an actual conversation, with neither of them actually knowing what the other was saying. There had been a mixture of laughs and heated arguments in Australian, with neither of them knowing the subject matter.
But, her favourite time to do it was early in the morning, when Oscar would pull her in and kiss her shoulder before settling back to sleep.
She rolled over and pressed a kiss to his chest. "Osc," she mumbled, and he let out a hum, his eyes still shut. "Shrimp, koala, Hugh Jackman," she whispered and kissed the underside of his jaw.
"Shrimp, koala, Hugh Jackman to you too," he said and squeezed her against him.
Shrimp, koala, Hugh Jackman = I love you in Australian.
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Pairing: Poly Aemon, Baelon and Alyssa x Targaryen Reader
Summary: They were your siblings. They loved you to their bones. They always been there, watching, protecting you, caring for you. It's only fair if they take you first, don't you think?
Warning: +18 contact, Minors DNA, Foursome, Fem on Fem, Targcest.
Notes: English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!
The heat of the room was stifling, your skin glistening with sweat as you were trapped between your siblingsâ bodies. The heady scent of arousal filled the air, a mixture of sweat and sex that made your mind spin. Baelon lay beneath you, his hands gripping your waist, as he thrust his hips between your legs. You were already so stretched and sore, your inner walls fluttering around him as you tried to adjust to the thick length inside of you.
âB-Baelon, itâs... t-too much,â you whimpered, your voice breaking with each desperate breath. Your words were met with a low, guttural laugh from him as he thrust up into you, filling you to the hilt.
Alyssaâs soft, comforting voice was the only tether you had in the whirlwind of sensation. âItâs alright, sweet sister,â she murmured, her fingers gently brushing away the tears that streaked your flushed cheeks. Her mouth was hot against yours, tongue coaxing you into a kiss that was both tender and all-consuming. âWeâre here for you... weâll take such good care of you.â
Your whimpers were muffled as Alyssaâs fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your mouth to her chest. Pinned between them, you were barely able to catch your breath. Alyssa, straddling Baelonâs face, let out soft moans as she ground her hips down, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. âDonât worry, darling,â she purred. âJust focus on me. Let them do all the hard work.â She guided your lips to her nipple, her voice soft and soothing as if she were trying to comfort you. âThatâs it, good girl⊠suck on my tits while our brothers take care of you.â
You obediently took her breast into your mouth, your lips closing around the stiff peak as tears welled in your eyes. The sensation of Aemon slowly pushing into your other entrance sent shivers up your spine. His cock was thick, and every inch felt like it was splitting you apart. You gasped against Alyssaâs skin, your muffled cries vibrating through her chest.
Alyssa smiled down at you, cupping your cheek as she looked into your teary eyes. âYouâre doing so well for your first time, my sweet,â she whispered. âI know itâs a lot, but you can handle it. Weâre all here to take care of you, arenât we?â Her words were soft, but the glint in her eyes was anything but gentle.
Aemonâs hands tightened around your hips, pressing you further down onto him until he was buried to the hilt inside your tightest hole. âFuck, youâre squeezing me so tight,â he groaned, his voice thick with lust. âRelax, little one⊠just breathe. I want to feel you loosen up around me.â He reached around to play with your swollen clit, the overstimulation making your back arch and your mouth pull away from Alyssaâs breast as you cried out.
âN-no more,â you sobbed, overwhelmed by the sensations flooding through you. Your entire body was trembling, the pleasure almost too much to bear. âPlease⊠I c-canâtââ
âHush now,â Baelon interrupted, his voice a low growl as he thrust up into you, his cock hitting that sweet spot that made your vision blur. âYou can and you will. Weâve only just started, sweet sister. Weâve waited so long for this⊠for you.â He punctuated his words with deep, steady thrusts, making you mewl pathetically.
Alyssaâs lips were on yours again, her kiss fervent and possessive as she swallowed your desperate moans. âYouâre ours, my love,â she cooed against your mouth, her voice a soft murmur of sweet poison. âJust let go⊠let us have you.â
Pinned between the relentless thrusts of Baelon beneath you and Aemon behind you, you were utterly helpless. Alyssaâs hands caressed your body, her fingers gently tracing the marks left by her brothers. The sight of you, so thoroughly debauched, sent shivers of delight through her. âLook at you,â she whispered, pressing soft kisses along your jaw. âSo beautiful, so perfect for us.â
Aemonâs movements became more urgent, his fingers digging into your hips as he pounded into you from behind. âGods, youâre so tight⊠youâre squeezing me like you donât want to let go,â he groaned, his voice rough with barely contained need. âDo you hear how wet you are? How much you love this?â
Your moans turned to broken sobs as your body betrayed you, every nerve on fire. âI-I canât⊠Iâm so full, please⊠I canât take anymore,â you whimpered, tears streaming down your cheeks. But even as you begged, your body was clamping down on them, your walls spasming around Baelon and Aemon as if desperate to keep them inside.
Alyssaâs fingers gripped your chin, forcing you to look at her through your teary eyes. âOh, but you can,â she whispered with a smile, her eyes gleaming with delight. âYouâre doing so well, little sister⊠just a bit more. Youâll take everything we give you, wonât you?â
âYes, y-yes⊠just pleaseâŠâ Your voice was barely a whisper, broken and pleading as you tried to catch your breath.
Baelonâs thrusts became more erratic, his cock pulsing inside you as he chased his release. âThatâs it, take it, take all of it,â he grunted, his grip on your hips bruising as he held you down.
Aemonâs hips slammed into you one last time as he spilled deep inside you, his hot seed filling your already overwhelmed body. You could feel it leaking out even as Baelon followed, his own release flooding your core. Alyssa held you close, her lips brushing your ear as she whispered sweet nothings, her fingers tenderly wiping away your tears.
âThere now,â Alyssa cooed, her voice soft and soothing as your trembling body tried to recover from the onslaught. âSee? You did it, my sweet. You were perfect.â
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RULE NO.1 - LN
summary : fewtrell!sister. The one rule Max keeps strict with Lando is to stay away from his sister! Lando has always teased the girl but as she returns from college to crash at Maxâs, itâs not so much of a joke anymore.
warning : kissing kissing kissing!
word count : 1740
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My brother has always had one rule with Lando, that is, âNo, Under so circumstances, can you ever do ANYTHING with my sister.â After I had my first kiss with said F1 driver, Max vetoed anything between us.
Of course there was nothing there, we were twelve and I had a tiny crush on him. But Lando is nothing if not mischievous.
He flirts. Thatâs the way he gets around the silly rule. His touches linger, his words tease me, and his eyes say anything he forgot.
Max absolutely hates it, especially with Landos track record with girls, itâs become a way to protect me and his own friendship.
I donât exactly hate it. Itâs a hot guy flirting with me, why would I hate it? Still, maybe my teeny tiny crush never fully left my mind. And with his meaningless words comes my own meaningful feelings.
âYou look good.â I can see Lando in the reflection of the TV. He sips his tea, and leans against the counter.
He's in running shorts and a Quadrant shirt.
âThank you.â I havenât seen Lando in more than a year. Iâve been in my last year at Uni and his career has been crazier than ever. I would be fine around him⊠except that the last time I saw him it was new years. And he kissed me.
He kissed me and itâs lived rent free in my head for over a year. Max doesnât know, of course he doesnât because Lando is still in one piece.
Our whole childhood I was just the little sister who sometimes would beat them at mario kart. Iâm two years younger, nothing crazy, yet Max seems to think itâs illegal for Lando to see me in shorts.
âWhereâs my brother?â I ask, turning the page of my book without reading any words.
âRunning.â He shrugs, âHeâs slow.â I hear Landos footsteps come closer, then his bent over body leans against the back of the couch, making our heads next to each other.
He's turned toward me, I refuse to take my eyes off this book. âWhy? You donât trust us alone?â
Fuck Max and his slow ass.
I turn to face him, not letting myself feed his ego, âI donât trust Maxâs judgment of us alone.â
Landos slow smirk that tormented me throughout my childhood drifts back onto his face, âHeâs right though.â
I sigh and close my book, getting up and walking to the kitchen, âHeâs not here, Norris. You donât have to play like that.â
âPlay like what?â He turns to face me, wanting me to say it. âOh iâm sorry, Your boyfriend wouldnât approve?â
I hate the way he knows me because he clocks the way my lips pull into a thin line immediately, âYou broke up?â
âIt was mutual.â I say quickly.
âYou dumped him.â He laughs out loud, walking closer to me, âGod, Y/N please tell me he cried.â he did cry, actually.
I pivot and grab an apple for myself. I bite into it and Lando takes the time to assess me. I suddenly feel naked in sweats and a tank top.
âYouâre one to talk. You cried after Kelly Allen kissed another boy on the playground.â
âThat was in primary school!â
I laugh as he gets defensive, âIâm going to bed.â
âWait! Come on, humor me a bit more.â He steps closer and I step backwards.
âGoodnight, Lando.â I turn around.
âGoodnight, Gorgeous.â His words make me spin on my heels.
âStop it.â
âStop what?â He fakes innocence.
âStop being a flirt! Youâre never serious around me and itâs getting annoying.â Something in his face changes then.
âWhy would you think Iâm not being serious?â
The door opens right as he says it, my brother stomping in as I back away from Lando, âI- Hate- You!â he pants as Landos whole demeanor changes to casually laughing at his friend. âOh- Y/N!â Max catches his breath, âLando is staying here tonight so⊠the couch is officially closed.â
I roll my eyes and lock myself into Maxâs guest bedroom. This is going to be a long night.
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I canât sleep.
I canât stop thinking about Lando sleeping right outside my door.
I need water, I decide.
I slip on my Brandy Melville shorts and adjust my thin tank top, walking out into the dark kitchen.
When I open the fridge I basically get blinded. Why the fuck is this light so bright!? Iâm not the only one it bothers because the body on the couch stirs, âHmm?â Lando groans and sits up, looking at me with sleepy confusion.
I grab the water pitcher and shut the door quickly, though by this time my eyes have adjusted to the dark and can properly see Lando.
Lando whoâs in gray sweats.
Lando whoâs in gray sweats, only.
âSorry.â I whisper, turning to face the cabinet and trying to grab a glass.
I didnât even notice he got off of the couch until I felt him behind me, reaching up to grab the cup that I couldn't reach.
âThanks.â I duck under his arm. He's not even that much taller than me!
âThirsty?â He says in a raspy voice. I pour my water with a slightly shaky hand.
âThat would explain the water.â I say in a sassy tone. He chuckles a bit and leans against the counter top, his hands holding onto the marble.
I turn to face him, sipping my water. He checks me out then. With no shame at all! His hot gaze sweeps across my body for the second time today.
âAmused?â I ask innocently as his eyes meet mine.
âWith you? Always.â He says without missing a beat, âI wasnât joking, you know.â
I donât know what heâs talking about.
âYou said I'm never serious around you. But I've never lied to you.â my heart rate raises. I'm grateful weâre in the dark so he canât see my pink cheeks.
âLando. You shouldnât say that.â I try to keep my eyes above his bare torso, I'm not doing too well.
âWhy? Cause of Max? Fuck Max.â Heâs closer to me now, he places his hands on both sides of my waist, bracing himself against the counter, âI think about that kiss every day.â
âWe were twelve, I think itâs time to get over it.â I shrug, teasing him. He puts his head down, shaking it.
âI hate you.â Our eyes lock again.
I can hear his breathing, âNo you donât.â
His eyes glance to my lips, âNo I donât.â I watch him hesitate, once. Only once. His lips are on mine in an instant after that.
He feels so familiar yet so changed. This isnât like how he kissed me on new years, this is new, this is right.
I grip onto anything I can, wanting him closer. His hands move to my hips, slipping his finger under the waist of my shorts.
âLan-â I try to say but he cuts me off by kissing me. âLando.â I say again, his mouth moving to my neck so I can talk. âWeâre gonna wake up-â
He stops kissing me and suddenly I'm lifted onto the countertop, the ice cold marble freezing my ass. âLove, youâre gonna have to not think about that. Alright?â The way he says it makes me want to squeeze my legs together.
I nod, unable to speak before kissing him again. He slips his tongue into my mouth and holds my waist tight. Landos touch makes me think I'm going to melt right onto the floor.
My head hits the cabinets behind me but I donât care, I wrap my arms around his neck, having him in between my legs still.
His hand moves to my cheek, kissing me desperately. He pushes his hand back into my hair, shamelessly tugging at it. I whimper as my head nods backwards. I hear his quickened breathing against me, his lips dragging down my chin and neck.
âFuck, do that again.â He presses wet kisses down my chest, gripping my boob under my shirt. Right on cue, I whimper again as he runs his finger over my nipple. âGood girl.â
Landos hand finds itself in my hair once again, wrapping it around his knuckles. I want him so bad and I hate him for doing this here.
When he pulls on my hair once more, I knew he fucked up. The moan I let out is raw and too loud for us trying to stay quiet.
He slaps his hand over my mouth, his eyes darting up to my face. We go silent, waiting for some sign that Max is awake or heard us.
We wait.
Nothing comes.
I look at him and lick his hand, âUgh!â He whisper yells.
I laugh quietly, âYour own doing.â
He shakes his head and lets it drop onto my shoulder as we fall into silent laughter. I poke his side, âYou like me.â
He just rolls his eyes and pushes his hair back, still panting a bit, âYou like me.â
âWith the way you kiss, I better.â I smirk as he drags his hand down his face.
I watch him adjust his pants, earning me a raised brow and a smirk. I push his face away from me and hop off the counter, I attempt to fix my hair but Iâm still being stared at by Lando.
âYou really are gorgeous, ya know?â His words surprise me, making my already hot body even worse.
âI appreciate it.â
âLet me take you out.â
âWe havenât seen eachother in a year- what makes you think this year will be any different?â He bites his lip, holding onto my hips one last time.
âWe can make it work.â
âBut Ma-â I try to say.
Lando rolls his eyes. âHe never wanted us to fuck around-â
âLike we just didâŠâ I interrupt.
He keeps going, âBut I like you.â I canât help but smile, âAnd I donât care if he doesnât like that.â
âLook at you⊠sticking up to my brother.â
He smiles, running his tongue over his teeth before kissing me, âGoodnight for real, Gorgeous.â
He lets go of me as I turn around, âGoodnight, Lando.â
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ekko and reader friends to lovers where reader gets hurt and ekko freaks out and confesses his feelings
I was half asleep writing this, please forgive me for the weird writingđ
Arcane Imagines- Ekko
Investigation
[arcane] [main page]
Two Fireflies running through the back allies. Following the map that was given to them to track down some corrupt officers that have been known to go to a certain area of the Undercity to mock and terrorize defenseless people.Â
Normally theyâd have other people with them but today was just investigating what was going on. Making sure the rumors are true before creating an attack. âI can get a look up top. Stay here.â You speak behind a mask, motioning up the pipe covered in overgrown plants. âBe careful.â Ekko mutters as you were already halfway up the building. Partially ignoring his words. Almost falling a few times.Â
Grabbing onto the ledge of the structure, lifting your torso upon it before throwing your legs over. Not very graceful looking but you didnât care. You snuck over to the other side of the ledge and glanced over. Seeing three officers laughing as they were going towards a woman holding a large bag. You furrowed your brows before going back to the pipe. âCâmon, I see them.â You slide down slowly, if you didnât have gloves you wouldâve gotten scratches and some sort of burn from the weeds.Â
You trip as you land on the ground, you catch yourself before falling and turning around to do a stupid pose at Ekko. He shakes his head, walking ahead of you. âRude.â You whisper under your breath before sprinting after him. You turn the corner and hide behind a crater once the officers are in clear view.Â
âHey, princess! Where you going with that heavy bag?â The first of the three asks with a smirk.
 The lady looks at them in fear. âUh-m.â She takes a step back. âUhm? Is that Undercity for something we donât know about?â The next one speaks. She glances around, not knowing what to do or say. They begin to corner her, backing her into a wall. âWe asked you a question, lady. You gonna answer or give us some trouble?â The first one asks, hands on his hips. The third and second snicker.Â
Your fists curl as your body tenses. Ekko looked over at you, he couldnât see your face but he knew the exact expression you were making. âDonât do it, [Name].â He says quietly in your ear. You roll your eyes, leaning away from him. âIâm not doing anything.â You grunt.Â
âI know what you want to do though.â He looks back to the scene in front of him. The first enforcer smacks the back out of the girl's hand. It falls to the ground. You grab onto the crate, wanting to break it. âCheck what's inside it.â The first one says to the two beside him. Second guy picks it up, shoving his hand inside the bag. Taking out a baby blanket and baby toys. âAre you pregnant?â The first guy tilts his head. âN-no, itâs for my little sister.â The lady stammers, watching them go through her things. âAh too bad. My wifeâs been needing a few things for our daughterâŠâ He hums, pretending to be disappointed. You were shaking with rage. Theyâre from the Uppercity and they want to steal from the less fortunate!? How does that make sense? â[Name]. Please. Iâm figuring out how to get the stuff donât worry.â Ekko places a hand on your back. You shoot your head his way. âHurry.âÂ
âMy sister needs that stuff though.â The girl cries out, she goes to grab the bag but gets shoved back into the wall. You stand up, jumping over the crate and attacking the guy who pushed her. â[Name]!â Ekko grabs his head, irritated that you didnât listen to him. He turns around the building, wracking his brain on how to help you and the other girl now. Making an escape plan.Â
You attempt to choke the guy out, he flails around, reaching behind him to pull you off but you donât loosen your grip. Legs wrapped around him like a koala to a tree. âYou bitch, let me go!â The enforcer shouts, back into a wall and slamming your body. It barely affects you, you tear off his hat, pulling at his hair and scratching his face. âYou like putting your hands on women? Huh?â You grit your teeth, unfortunately your attack didnât last long when the other enforcers pulled you off of the main guy.Â
You kick your legs. âDonât touch me!â You scream, shimmying out of their grip. Kicking one guy in the crotch. Elbowing the other guy in the face. âFuck!âÂ
You grab the closest thing to you, which was a metal scrap. You hit the one guy repeatedly until he was curled on the ground. When you look up to the second one he was already running away.Â
Your attention goes back to the first guy and the guy who you had on the ground got up to follow the other that ran away. You take out your pocket knife, flipping it open. You jab at him but he dodges out of the way. The two of you go back and forth for a while until you step on one of the childâs things, slipping backwards on your ass. âHah, stupid cunt.â The enforcer laughs. You slide your body backwards.Â
âOh. no you donât.â He stomps down on your ankle, putting his full weight on you. You scream out in pain. Ekko comes running towards you as the officer twists on your already broken bone. Ekko takes the baby toy and breaks it over the guy's head. The enforcer turns to him, finally getting off of your ankle. The pain shoots throughout your body. You let out a sob, gripping onto your own jacket.Â
Ekko fights with the enforcer, throwing punches towards his face. The guy couldnât keep up with the hits, losing balance. The girl they were helping comes up with the scrap you originally had and bashes the enforcer's head, knocking him out.Â
The girl breathes heavily, Ekko running down to your aid. You donât move the hurt leg, just holding yourself as you cried. âShit.â You mutter, throwing your head back. âYou okay? Can you move it?â He touches your shoulder, his other hand on your knee. âNo! I canât! It hurts!â You hyperventilate. He frowns. âI can get someone to help. Iâll be right back.â The girl from before says, picking up her things. Ekko only nods in response as she runs away from the scene.Â
âItâs going to be alright, I promise.â His body shakes, hating that you got hurt because he didnât know how to help. Wanting to figure out a safe exit instead of joining the fight. âEkko, it hurts.â You whine, grabbing onto his arm and gripping it. âI know, I know. Fuck. Iâm sorry.â He looked around, he didnât know where the girl was going or when sheâd come back.Â
Your best bet was getting you to the other Fireflies. There was a medic there. âOkay, Iâm going to lift you up. You think youâll be okay?â He questions, getting on his feet, crouched down to get into position to lift you up. âMaybe, I donât know.â You moan, squeezing your eyes shut. You were sweating from how bad it hurt and the mask only made it worse.Â
âOkay, on the count of three Iâm going to lift.â He warns you, his arm going underneath your knees and the other firmly on your back. âMhm.âÂ
âOne⊠two⊠three.â His body goes up and you let out a squeal. The feeling of your ankle not having a place to rest made the injury ache. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry.â He repeats, running through the allies back to home. Your little noises of pain only made his heart hurt even more. It was his fault you were dealing with this.Â
âDo you want me to stop?â He slows his pace a little just in case but you shake your head violently. âKeep going please!â You beg, your head against his shoulder and your arms wrapped around his body. He pushes forward, turning down the last ally. Two Firefly members stood in front of the entrance. âOpen it!â He shouts, the two were confused at first but when they saw your body in his arms they hurriedly did as told.Â
After getting to the medic, he worked his magic, wrapping your ankle. Ekko was outside the room the entire time, pacing back and forth as he had to hear your pain-filled cries. They gave you pain medicine but it hadnât kicked in yet.Â
When it went quiet he stopped in his tracks. His eyes were staring at the door. The medic comes out, Ekko attempts to rush in but heâs stopped with a hand on his chest. âLet us speak first.âÂ
Ekkoâs eyes land on your body lying limp on the bed, chest heaving up and down. The medic closes the door. âShe wonât be able to walk on that for 6 months. Whoever did that to her crushed it to a point that Iâve never seen before.â He tells Ekko whose nose is scrunched in anger. âHereâs the pain medicine sheâs going to need for the next few weeks until the pain calms down.â He shakes the bottle before handing it over.Â
âAnything else?â Ekko asks, antsy to see you. âNo, go ahead.âÂ
The boy was next to you as fast as you heard the door open. You squint your eyes open. The light being bright after wearing a mask and tears not flooding down your face anymore. âIâm so sorry.â Ekko falls down to his knees, his head bowed down. âItâs not your fault. I was an idiot to think I could take them.â You sigh. âIâm sorry for not listening to you.â You sincerely tell him. He looks up at you.
âYou didnât do anything wrong, I promise.â He grabs your hand. âI canât believe I didnât help you. If I stepped in this wouldnât have happened to you. Hearing your pain was like daggers through me. Itâs my fault this happened. I canât protect the one person that means so much to me.â He rants with a sour expression on his face. Gripping onto your hand.Â
âLike that scream you let out, I repeat it in my head. Itâs all I hear right now. How could I let this happen to someone I love?â He tears up, you watch him quietly as he vents. Your heart filled with butterflies by his words. âYou love me?â You ask in a whisper. His eyes widened, just now catching what he just blurted out.
âI mean, I have love for you. Am I in love with you? Pssh, I mean I could be? Who knows? I say crazy things sometimes.â He lets go of your hand, now rambling on and on.Â
âEkko.â You smile. âYes?â He asks with his hands behind him. Looking guilty. âI love you too.â You giggle.
âReally?â His head perks up, you nod, putting your arms out for him to hug you. He falls into your body, pulling you into a tight embrace.Â
âThank god because I wouldâve killed myself or something if you didnât feel the same way.â He jokes, causing you to laugh loudly. âYouâre so stupid.â You snort.Â
âWhatever, you love me.â He proudly reminds you, keeping himself on top of you.Â
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Hiyaa, Iâm back again for another seer!readerđ
This oneâs connected to the other seer!reader, I was thinking, what if mini padfoot inherits his motherâs abilities? Although he still canât differentiate the line between his visions and dreams since he is really young. So what happened was he dreamt that a wolf was running after him and his baby sibling and he got so scared that he told his parents, then at the end they all figured out it was just a harmless dream?? Yes, angst with a happy ending pleaseđ
Have a great day babes!đ©·âš
mini-padfoot stoppppp I love them
poly!marauders x Seer!reader whose son inherits her gift of Sight
CW: hurt/comfort, fluff, Remus spiralling, continuation of this fic
If you had told Remus at any point in his life that he would one day be a doting stay-at-home-father of not one but two children, he would have called you barmy and maybe suggested you be admitted into the Janus Thickey ward at St. Mungoâs.
But alas, here he was, currently baking in his kitchen whilst his two children napped as he waited for his partners to return home from their various jobs.
And he loved it.Â
As if perfect timing, Remus had just slid a sheet of biscuits into the oven and set a quick timer when he heard his oldest starting to cry.Â
âIâm coming, cariad.â He called out as he wiped the flour off his jumper and pushed the door open to his sonâs room, hoping to calm the crying before he managed to wake his younger sibling.Â
âDa!â Leo sobbed, holding his little arms out to Remus. Remus quickly bent down and scooped the toddler up into his arms and began shushing him and bouncing back and forth.
âYouâre okay, mâlove. Daâs right here.â He murmured into his head of curly black hair.Â
Though Remus knew toddlers and babies often cried as they woke up, Leo seemed to be particularly distressed after todayâs nap.Â
âHey, hey cariad; whatâs the problem, hm? Whatâs the matter?â Remus cooed as he pulled his son away from his body to examine his face.Â
Remusâ heart lurched as he watched the little black-haired, grey-eyed bub rub at his eyes with pudgy fists; lip jutting out as he took in shuddering breaths.
âSaw bad.â He pouted miserably.Â
Remusâ heart lurched once again for the poor mini-padfoot who was plagued with his mummyâs gift of Sight.Â
âDid you have a bad dream?â Remus asked cautiously.Â
After many discussions that Sirius, James, and Remus had with you, they decided it was best to have Leo describe any potential Sights as dreams until he was old enough to be able to cope with potentially unsettling Sights; there was no use in your child stressing over things he could not control or even properly understand yet.
âYeah.â The boy cried again.
âWhat was the dream about, my love?â
âBad wolf.â
Remus felt his blood run ice cold as he stared at his son in horror.
A Bad Wolf.
âWhat did the bad wolf do, cariad?â
Leo let out a pitiful sniffle as his big eyes stared up imploringly at his father. âHe was chasing us, me and my baby sister. I had to carry her but she wouldnât stop crying and the wolf kept chasing us. He was growling and drooly and just very scary.â He explained, the end of his sentence punctuated with another sob.
Remusâ body seemed to move in autopilot as he pulled the child back into his chest and began rocking him back and forth, murmuring soft encouragements of âyour safe nowâ, âdaâs got youâ, and âthereâs nothing to be afraid ofâ even though Remus himself was terrified.Â
It was him.
He was The Wolf.Â
He was chasing themâŠhunting them; his own children.
He should have known; he should have known better.
He was a monster through and through and he had no right to endanger the lives of these two innocent babes.
He felt sick and twisted even holding Siriusâ doppelganger in his arms like he had any right to tell him it was all okay and he was safe now. As if he wasnât currently cradled in the arms of the monster he so feared.Â
Remus moved the child to the living room where he popped on a video of Winnie the Pooh or some other childrenâs cartoon on the muggle telly for him and handed him a small cup of apple slices.
He stood in the corner of the room - the closest heâd allow himself to Leo - chewing at his cuticles until James walked in the door.
âDaddy!â Leo shrieked excitedly as he abandoned the remaining apple slices in favour of launching himself at his father.Â
âHey lovebug!â James cheered back, swinging the toddler back and forth in his arms before putting him back down and letting him race back off to his shows.
ââLo Moons! How was- isâŠis everything okay?â James started, but paused as he noticed Remusâ tense body language.Â
âCan you please watch them?â Remus whispered, referring to the one child sitting in front of the telly and the other still sound asleep within her bassinet.Â
âOf course.â James started, sounding like he was ready to ask Remus what was going on, but Remus never gave him the chance.
Remus swiftly moved down the hall and closed himself into their bedroom where he let out his own sob that had been stuck in the back of his throat.Â
The house smelled heavenly, alerting you to the fact that Remus had been playing around in the kitchen again. Youâd been coming home to some of the most delectable pastries and breads that Remus always found some fault in - they were too dense, too flaky, not risen enough etc etc - but they never failed to make your mouth water each and every time.
The pleased smile that had taken over your face as you entered your home quickly vanished when you entered the living room to a tension you werenât accustomed to in your own home.Â
Sirius was standing with the youngest of your two children cradled in his arms as he and James murmured solemnly back and forth, and your oldest watched cartoons completely unaware of any stress colouring the atmosphere around him.Â
âHey you guys.â You offered cautiously, causing Leo to jump up to greet you.
âHi mummy!â He shrieked, causing your daughter to stir unhappily in his papaâs arms.Â
âWhereâs Da, pumpkin?â You asked him as he wiggled out of your grasp, clearly eager to return to his shows.
âIn bed.â He responded simply, causing you to look at your husbands bemusedly.Â
Sirius and James exchanged a glance as James moved over to you. âHeâs in the bedroom. He seemed very upset when I got home and all he told me was âLeo Saw somethingâ.â
You let out a sigh as you looked over at your son, feeling horribly guilty that he was plagued by the same âgiftâ that you were. You could remember some of your earliest sights at perhaps only slightly older than he currently was, and how upsetting not only the Sights could be, but how upsetting it could be when they happened to come true.
But, you also knew that at his age, what Remus described as a Sight could easily have been a simple dream.
You made your way down the hallway towards your bedroom, pausing to knock gently twice before letting yourself in.
Remus was sitting hunched over on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands with his back facing you.
You arenât sure when the last time you saw him look so dejected was, but it caused a horrible lump in your throat nonetheless.Â
âMoony, love?â You called quietly, moving slowly around the bed in order to stand in front of him.
He never looked up at you, but a sob escaped him at your words.
âBaby.â You cooed as you knelt; placing your hands on either side of his knee and trying to rub circles with your thumbs in an attempt to get him to look at you. âWhat happened, my love?â
Through quiet sobs, you managed to catch âHeâs scared of me. Iâm going to kill him.âÂ
âRemus.â You said more seriously. âThatâs impossible.â
âHe saw the Wolf, Y/N.â Remus responded emphatically, pulling his hands away from his face to expose his reddened and swollen eyes and cheeks. âItâŠit was - I was chasing him, and he was carrying our sweet-â He cut himself off with a hiccup and tried to cover his face again, but you caught his hands and brought them to your cheeks instead.Â
âHe was trying to protect his little sister, and the Wolf was hunting them. I was hunting them.â
âNo Remus.â You argued, but Remus screwed his eyes shut as if your refusal to believe him caused him physical pain.
âRemus Lupin, you listen to me; you would never allow anything to happen to those kids. You love them more than anything in this world; Iâve never been more certain of their safety than when theyâre with you.â
Remus didnât seem completely convinced as he shook his head in disagreement, though he didnât bother arguing with you.Â
âAnd even if that wasnât true.â You began, drawing your syllables out to encourage him to return his eyes to yours, which he did. âYou have three of us here who also would never allow anything to happen to them. If you donât trust yourself, donât you trust us?â
Remus let out a defeated sigh as he rested his forehead against yours; his hands still stationed where you were holding them against your jaw as his thumbs gently rubbed near your cheekbones.Â
âBesides,â You added quietly, nudging his nose gently with your own. âIâm a much better Seer than Leo; if anything were to happen to my children - Iâd be the first to know.âÂ
Remus let out a quiet snort at that, causing you to smile.Â
âIâm sorry youâve had a bad day, my love.â You soothed; pulling your head back to press a kiss to his nose only for him to hold your head there and press a gentle kiss to your lips in response.
âIt wasnât a bad day.â He countered. âIt was quite good, before he woke up from his nap terrified.â
You let out a sympathetic hum of acknowledgement and pressed another kiss to his lips. âIt could have very well been a dream, baby.â
Remus sighed as if he knew that, but just couldnât help being worried. You understood his dilemma.Â
Before either of you could respond, a cautious knock was rapped against the door as James and Sirius both poked their heads in.
âHey, Moony.â James started, sounding all kinds of guilty.
âSo, Leo told us about his dream he had this afternoon.â Sirius continued, grimacing slightly at the admission.Â
âYeah! And, uhm, funny thingâŠthatâŠâ James soldiered on. âIt turns out-â
âRed Riding Hood!â Leo squealed as he shoved his head between Sirius and Jamesâ legs.
âWhat?â Remus asked in bemusement.Â
âWell, we had a playdate over with the Lovegoodâs yesterday, right? And Xenophilius read this muggle nursery rhyme to them-â
âJamesâŠâ You groaned, leaning your forehead down on Remusâ knee as he rubbed his thumbs through the baby hairs on the back of your neck.
âWhy donât you tell them what happened next in your dream, bubs. After the wolf was chasing you?â Sirius encouraged.
âMe and sissy got away from the wolf because Mama showed up with two knights and they fought the wolf! And the knights were Daddy and Da, and then we all went and rescued Papa from an evil witch who locked him in a tower!â Leo explained excitedly.Â
âLeo,â Remus chided jovially. âYou didnât tell me any of this when you woke up.â
âI forgot!â Leo said with a shrug before he went racing back off down the hallway.Â
âCheeky bastard.â You sighed quietly causing Sirius to bark a laugh.Â
âSure is; he is his fatherâs son, afterall.â
âIâm so sorry, Rem.â James offered guiltily. âI was just so excited to learn muggle nursery rhymes and stories; I never even made the connection of the Wolf.â
Remus shook his head at his husband in faux contempt as he turned to lean his head against yours once again. âIâm gonna kill him.â
You hummed as if in thought. âNo you wonât.â
âHow can you be so sure?â He asked with a smirk.
You smirked right back. âBecause, I would have Seen it.â
âFair enough.â He whispered back.Â
âRight. So, now that weâre all good.â Sirius began. âCan we have those biscuits you made yet? They smell bloody brilliant.
âYou can.â Remus replied. âNone for Prongs.â
This earned him a bark of laughter from Sirius and a horrified squawk from James.
âHa ha. Youâre in the doghouse.â Sirius taunted James, turning to flee quickly when James turned to glare daggers at him.
You knew James had caught up to him when you heard an inelegant shriek from Sirius and Leo squealing in laughter at his fathersâ antics.
âI love them so much.â You mused aloud.
Remus breathed out a laugh through his nose. âMe too.â
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Your Little Handâs Wrapped Around My Finger
Summary: Based on this ask - you and Azriel present your new babe to the rest of the inner circle, with a surprise for Cassian.
Authorâs note: Cassian is a male who is very aware of his emotions and lets them out
The inner circle was buzzing with excitement as they sat in your living room.
Your labor had no hold-ups, however it had been long and exhausting, and afterwards Azriel insisted on making you rest before seeing the rest of your family.
They all had been so concerned, but their worries eased when Azriel had sent Rhys a mental message saying:
Everythingâs fine. Theyâre both doing well. Just tired. Weâll let you know when you can come visit.
The two of you had kept the sex of the babe a well-kept secret between you two, wanting to enjoy everyoneâs surprise and amazement.
Rhysand had been going out of his mind with worry for his sister, but he knew Azriel would never lie to him about how you were.
Feyre and Rhysand helped you out of bed, her surprisingly strong arms holding you upright as they helped you to the couch. Rhys propped some pillows behind you, sitting on the arm of the couch next to you, and you leaned into his side, having missed him in the past few days. Everyone else began asking their own questions -
How are you?
Howâs the babe?
Howâs Az?
You try to answer their questions the best you can. âWeâre all okay, rattled with nerves and weâre very tired, but weâre all happy. We have a very happy and healthy babe.â
Right on cue your mate comes into the room, your tiny babe bundled in a black blanket littered with stars.
Mor begins cooing and everyone else moves to crowd around, but Cassian sidesteps the crowd and comes over to sit next to you, putting his arm around you. He nuzzles his head on top of your own as he squeezes lightly.
âProud of you, kid.â
You smile, âCassian, donât you want to see the babe?â
He looks at you, his eyes a little glossy with tears. âAfter Feyreâs uh, after Nyx, and youâre only half-Illyrian, and I was⊠I was worried Iâd lose you.â
You start crying, hormones making it unbearable to see anyone else cry, sobs racking your body as you wrap your arms around Cassian and cry into his shoulder.
Everyone turns to the two of you, and Rhys says, âCassian couldnât make it five minutes without making her cry.â
You feel Cassian crying into your shoulder, causing you to sob out, âeverything went well - Iâm sorry I scared you!â
Cassian pulls away, looking towards the ceiling to dry his eyes. You realize that during yours and Cassianâs sob show everyone got to hold your babe, so you turn to Cassian, urging Az over.
âCassian, do you want to hold our babe?â
He nods, a smile taking over his face.
Azriel gently places the babe in his brotherâs arms, and Cassian canât stop the tear that leaks out onto the babeâs face.
A head full of onyx hair, tiny eyes that are closed, and a nose that looks just like yours. He moves the blanket a little and peers at the tiny little wings adorning the babeâs back.
âItâs a girl,â you tell him, and Feyre and Mor melt into each other as they both coo, âa girl!â
âWhatâs her name?â Rhys asks, taking his place on your other side again.
âWe wanted to give her a great name. A name to give her strength and to let her know how loved she is.â
You look at Cassian, his eyes fixated on the babe in his arms, âher nameâs Cassie.â
Cassian looks over to you, then inhales sharply, âare you sure?â You nod, and Cassian looks back up to the ceiling to keep the tears from falling. He squeezes his namesake, holding her to his chest.
âCassie,â he says, looking at her. âShe looks just like her dad.â His fingers brush her little cheeks, and she reaches up, wrapping a tiny hand around his finger.
He closes his eyes, a few tears falling onto her blanket.
It was no secret how much Cassian loved you and Azriel - he cried several times in the lead up to your mating ceremony, sobbed through the ceremony itself, but somehow pulled himself together enough to give a speech that left everyone else crying.
No one laughs or makes a joke about Cassianâs emotional display. They all knew what this moment meant for him, the male who was practically bouncing off the walls waiting for you two to let him come meet his niece.
Rhysand looks at you, pride in his eyes as he says, âI canât believe you named her after him - your brother is right here!â
âWell,â you say, looking at Azriel. He nods, letting you tell them, âwe have named you and Feyre as her godparents, and I didnât like the way Rhysanda sounded.â
Everyone laughs, and Rhysand leans over to give you a kiss on your temple, but Cassian doesnât even pay attention, his eyes on the tiny babe in his arms. She was comically small, nestled into his massive chest.
His thoughts linger on his brother, about the atrocities he faced at such a young age, how Azriel deserved this happiness.
And how, despite all odds, he was able to find it.
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Sent From Heaven
Our Story Masterlist Summary: Harry and YN find out theyâre expecting Baby Styles number two.
warning: mentions of Liamâs passing (only a little, nothing specific or detailed), upset, emotions, loss of loved ones, pregnancy, positive pregnancy test, crying
Harry, YN and Grace had arrived back in London after spending the last 10 days in America with Louis, Freddie and the rest of the Tomlinson family.
Whilst the first half their holiday had been full of love, fun and much needed family time. The last few days had been tears, loss and heartbreak.
Along with the rest of the world, YN and Harry had cried and cried. They wondered if they had any tears left but seeing their smiling Grace in front of them, made their days a little lighter amongst the grey cloud that hung above them.
Harry was cuddling Grace to sleep in her room as the jet leg had taken over them all. YN stood in their en-suite looking at herself in the mirror as she wiped away her moisturiser trying to put some moisture back into her dry skin.
As YN looked at herself, she could see the heaviness in her eyes and the puffiness that screamed with soreness at how many tears had fallen in the last few days. She felt the sadness and grief overwhelm her again.
âLiam, please send us a sign to say youâre safe with my mum and Fizzâ. YN pleaded as she held back her tears. She needed something, anything.
YN waited in silence for a few moments, hoping for a little sign, anything that would give her some hope. But nothing happened, the room was still surrounded by silence.
She quickly wiped away a stray tear that slipped down her cheek. As she opened the door of the small cupboard that sat above the sink, she was surprised as the box fell into the sink. YN reached to pick up the box, noticing it was a pregnancy test. She was about to put it back where it belonged, but then her eyes went wide.
âIs this a sign?â. She mentally calculated in her head when she was due her period, but then realised she was already a few days late.
Not wasting another minute, YN quickly went over to the toilet to do what she needed to do. She placed the white stick on the counter as she washed her hands, her heart thumped against her chest in an anxious rhythm.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Three minutes.
YNâs eyes widened and her hand shot up to cover her surprise. There in front of her, was her sign. Two pink lines. A clear sign she was pregnant.
She was unsure how long she had been stood there, staring at her new future in front of her. But it was definitely long enough for Harry to settle Grace and come and find her.
âGrace is settled babeâŠI was going to order some dinner-â. Harryâs voice broke her from her own thoughts as he entered the room. âWhatâs that?â.
âIâm pregnant!â.
Harry was experiencing his own emotions and grief, whilst trying to maintain his duties as a father and husband but hearing those two words was unexpected. âWeâre having another baby?â.
âYeahâŠwe areâ. For the first time in a few days, YN and Harry both smiled. Not a smile that they put on for the sake of Grace, and their nephews and nieces. But a real smile that made their hearts warm.
Harry wrapped his arms around his wife, her holding him equally as tight as they shared the moment that they were about to be parents to two, and Grace was going to be a big sister.
âI love you!â. They both said at the same time, smiling as they shared a sweet kiss, one that made them smile more.
As they stayed wrapped up as one, neither of them wanting to leave the other go, Harry spoke his thoughts. âIt feels wrong to feel even be the tiniest bit happy at the momentâ. His voice was a whisper, like he was afraid someone else would hear him.
âI asked Liam for a sign.â. YN explained as she gently rubbed her hand across Harryâs back in comfort. âSounds silly I knowâŠbut I asked him to send us a sign if he was safe with Mum and Fizzâ. Harry gently kissed her forehead.
âItâs not silly at allâŠwe have a baby sent from heaven!â.
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