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[synnamonroll666]

You Are Still Human

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Pairing: Wendigo!Josh Washington x Fem!Reader Description: Josh breaks down over the fact that he cannot live a normal life since his possession and no longer believes that he is truly human. So you find a special way to remind him of his humanity... Warnings: 18+, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Mental Breakdown, Insecurities, P In V, Creampie, Slight Choking, Rough Smut Animalistic Smut, Mention Of Breeding, No Foreplay Or Prep, Pain Kink-ish??? (Let me know if I missed any!) Word Count: 3.2k A/N: So I finally got this done! I didn't expect it to end up this long but as you can see, things got out of hand FAST. 😂 I hope you guys enjoy it! 🖤 Josh Washington Masterlist: 🖤 Taglist: @nuggetsandmoose, @maquillagebookmark, @wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee28374728, @bee-who-isnt-french

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My tired feet slowly shuffle across the hardwood floor as I push myself through the front door of our shared home. I am exhausted after several errands that I had to run today, to say the least. But that's the price I have to pay for pushing them off until right at last minute. Though it wasn't exactly the extra work I had to do that pushed my mind and body to feel so worn out. My loving boyfriend decided to join me, which was a rare occurrence for him.

Ever since the... Incident... He hasn't wanted to go out into the world much. I understand his anxiety of being seen in public with his condition so I never push, but today he insisted on joining me on my mission to finish my to-do list. Perhaps he felt bad that all these burdens were placed on my shoulders with his lack of want to leave the house.

But unfortunately, a face mask to cover up his ripped cheek and sharpened canines was just not enough to cover what he has become. Recovery for Josh was long and hard and we had only just began talking about the possibility of cosmetic surgery. It was a long process before we could even begin worrying about such things.

After leaving the mountain, the spirit of the wendigo left him, not being able to leave where it is bound. But still, traces of an animal-like presence lingered in his behaviors and personality. We didn't know if restoring his humanity was possible, but the doctors were able to recover just enough to get him to a point of leaving the hospital to live a normal life. Though even then, I had to beg to convince them to let me take him home with me.

His parents were hesitant on letting me take care of him, but after some negotiating, they bought a secluded cabin in a swallow forest, just deep enough to give us privacy but not too deep that I would be trapped if I needed to get away. Josh's humanity was indeed resorted, but the primal animal was still within.

And that's where we are now. Josh has an odd habit of forgetting how to act "human" sometimes. Every once in awhile he will stare at someone random and growl lowly, or even nip at the air as though his need to feed was getting too intense. It was worrisome, to say the least. Sometimes I would stay up at night, fearing the one thing that I always worried was inevitable—that Josh would lose control once more.

Though time and time again, he would prove me wrong with a loving and warm cuddle at the end of the day. But sadly, tonight will not be so sweet. I can tell by the way Josh trudges into the living room, his head hung low and shoulders slumped. He wants to be left alone.

Though I understand this, I don't want to leave him with his thoughts again. Bad things happen when Josh is left alone with his thoughts. So I approach the doorway of the living room, leaning against the frame as I watch his tired form from afar. He seems defeated by the way he sat slouched against the soft cushions of our couch.

Slowly, I make my way to him step by step and sit on the couch, my eyes watching him to read his body language. He does not react to my presence, instead staring out into a void of nothingness like his mind is elsewhere. I reach over to the small end table by my side and pull its drawer open, only to retrieve a small, red bag.

I set it on my lap and then turn back to Josh, carefully taking on of his large hands in my own. They have grown a tiny bit since his possession, by an inch for each finger at least. Every part of his body has grown a bit since then. Sometimes it could feel a little intimidating. I run my thumb over the fragile, pale skin on the back of his hand before releasing a tired sigh.

"Your nails are getting long again, sweetheart. Shall I trim them for you?" I ask while reaching for the bag in my lap with my free hand, pulling the zipper to the side to reveal a bunch of nail care tools.

He does not respond verbally, but let's out a huff to let me know that he is fine with it. So with that, I begin my work, trimming and filing away at the sharp and jagged claws. It takes what feels like an hour to get them finished and looking nearly human again. In this time, Josh doesn't move a bit. He is so still, it's hard to tell he is even breathing. But once I finish and go to move my hands away from his, his boney fingers clasp my own.

"Thank... You..." He whispers faintly, his voice coarse and almost ghostly. Life glimmers in his eyes for a brief moment as his light irises study his hands.

But then, after a minute of admiring my work, he stands from his spot on the couch. He begins to pace around the coffee table in the center of the room, as if his mind is wandering, pondering something intense. I watch him for a few moments as he silently walks, feet shuffling along the carpet. But then, he mutters something...

"It's not enough..."

I almost do not catch it, until he repeats the words in a volume just slightly higher than before. But before I know it, Josh is pacing more frantically, whispering the sentence over and over. An eerie dread falls over my body as I watch him, his movements growing more panicked. He seems frightened and enraged, and those feelings seem to grow until he finally snaps, flipping over the coffee table in one swoop of his arms.

"I'm sick of this fucking shit!" He screams in a voice that sounds more like a howl from a wounded animal than anything else. "I'm so sick of being a fucking monster! I'm so fucking sick of people looking at me like one—like I shouldn't be with you or like I'm going to hurt you! I just want to be human again!"

I am stunned, sitting still as ever as if I'm afraid to move. That is until he breaks down, falling to his knees as he let's out a mournful sob. It's as if his spirit has been beaten down to the point of no return by this curse, every day stares, and the pressure of trying to be what he once was. Within a second, I am by his side on the floor, pulling him close to me and embracing him tightly.

"You're not a monster." I whisper sweetly as I caress his thinned out hair, just one more thing he has had to be insecure about since becoming human again. But it never lost its silky texture, which was what I had always loved the most about it.

He shakes his head and whimpers faintly, "I'm just a monster..."

I think for a moment. Usually it's pretty hard to break someone out of this mindset, especially Josh. He has a stubborn way of thinking, which makes it hard to convince him otherwise on a lot of subjects. I continue to pet his hair and think of back when he was human, how much he loved to show me just how much he loved me every day. Of course, a lot of times it would be through physical acts— And finally, it hits me. I know what will break him out of these self-abusive thoughts.

"I want you to prove to me that you're not a monster." I order firmly, which is enough for him to finally raise his head from where it is tucked in my shoulder and look up at me.

"W-What?" He queries just barely above a whisper—just barely enough for me to hear his quivering voice.

I gently caress his cheek, brushing my fingers over his deep scars as I clarify. "Prove to me that you aren't a monster. I know you can. Prove to me that you can feel all the emotions that a normal person can feel, and make me feel them as well in return."

He stares at me for a moment, eyes clearly uncertain about my rather intimate proposition. I can practically see the internal battle going on inside his mind through those glazed over pupils in the center of his white irises. Then, he let's out a shaky breath before biting his lip subtly—a risky habit he still carries from being human, but has to be more cautious doing now with his sharpened teeth.

"I... I don't want to hurt you..." He whimpers like a hurt puppy, glancing back down at his fidgeting fingers.

"You won't," I say as I place my hands on his cheeks, forcing his gaze back to me so he can see my sincerity. "I know you..."

He adverts his eyes once more, only this time looking down at the growing bulge under the rough fabric of his jeans—something I had failed to notice before. Josh had grown so backwards since his turning—so backwards that we haven't had sex since prior to it. I know it is killing him, especially since he was always the horniest guy I knew before this happened.

To make things easier for him, I place my hand on his thigh, resting right beside his needy member. He swallows thickly as he visibly shivers, a thin layer of sweat already coating his skin as his temperature rises. It is a subtle action to test the waters and when I'm sure he is comfortable, my hand goes right to the spot I know he desires so much.

But as soon as my hand cups the twitching length through his pants, something changes. A soft growl is heard rumbling at the back of his throat, and when my eyes flick back up, I am met with a hungry and what looks to be primal gaze. His eyes are no longer soft and sorrowful, but hold something almost animalistic within them.

Before I can say anything, Josh scoops me up and throws me down on the couch, knocking a startled gasp to fly out from me that seems to fall on deaf ears. He is quick to cage me between his arms, and lower his body weight down over top of me to encase me in his grasp, like a predator sealing his prey's fate.

No words are spoken, just the sounds of his ragged breaths and rabid growls fill the air. His body temperature has risen even higher than I have ever felt from him, and as he presses his chest against mine to keep me locked in place, I can feel his racing heartbeat vibrating through his chest as well. It amazes me that he hasn't had a heart attack yet.

But still, it seems as if something is stopping him in place. A lost, uncertain, question glimmers in his orbs as though he is waiting for an answer. Though he is silent, I know what he is asking—the final thing he needs to take things to the next level.

"Go ahead, Josh. I'm ready." I breath faintly, giving him the permission he seeks.

As if from a movie, he tears our clothes off at a supernatural speed. I lay there, naked and dumbfounded as I look at the shreds of clothing that fell all around us, surrounding us like some sort of makeshift nest. I can't help but wonder how in the hell he managed to do that after I just clipped and filed his claws down, but I don't have much time to answer.

A shriek of shock, pain, and pleasure tears from my throat as I feel the familiar sting of something long and hard entering my canal, though this time in a more rough and fast way. Josh was always one for foreplay, but I guess there isn't time for that now, as he is already buried deep within me to the brim within just a split second.

His eyes hold a bit of remorse for only a mere moment, until that hunger returns. I barely have time to breathe as he retracts and enters at a pace I have never seen from him before. His hips pound furiously into mine, a subtle ache setting into my joints almost in an instant as he does his work.  His grip on my waist is enough to burst my organs, while his dull nails cut into my flesh, crimson liquid forming under them more and more with each flex of his fingers. If I hadn't have cut his nails before this, I'd be done for. But I feel like Josh would know to be more careful if there was an actual hazard.

The intensity of his tip hitting my g-spot over and over at a brutal force feels to be enough to actually bruise it. Josh was always so good at finding it but this is a whole new level. I push my head back against the cushions as a cry of painful ecstasy parts my lips. Gripping the edges of the cushions and ripped strands of clothing in my fists, I begin to squirm out of pure instinct. Of course, Josh doesn't like this very much. Before I know it, a tight hand is wrapped firmly around my neck, but not enough to actually hurt me. This shows me that deep down, Josh still has some control.

He pounds into me in a sloppy and rough rhythm, determined like an animal desperate to breed. Grunts, groans, and growls that sound less than human are all that are heard from him. I would be concerned if my mind was clear enough to pay attention. No, right now, all my senses were overwhelmed by Josh, cutting off my awareness of the world around us like a sweet death. I am out of my own body now, my soul flying high in the clouds of heaven.

To my surprise, he pulls out. A soft exhale escapes me has he let's go of my throat, but that's only to quickly flip me over so he can now get in from the back. As soon as he shoves his length back inside, he's moving at a pace yet again unimaginable while his claws grip my hips firmly. He is almost pulling me back onto his cock at times, so my hips can meet his own has he thrusts into me. It's so animalistic and natural and it feels so right. And by the feeling of it, it's just enough to satisfy Josh completely.

With a roaring howl, Josh finally finds the release he has been chasing for so long. His speed and strength increases as he comes undone within me, and he fills me to the brim as if he wants to claim me... Or maybe even breed me. It is all too much for me to bear. The sensation of his heavy load spraying into my sweet spot is enough to send me flying over the edge. I bury my face into the cushion as a shuddering moan falls from my lips, before my voice strains away to nothing. My whole body trembles as I practically melt beneath him, and my walls squeeze and quiver around his cock as though I'm practically begging for more.

Though soon that psychical need gives away into exhaustion as soon as my tense muscles relax once my high subsides, my body falling limp like I no longer can control it. I'm just a doll now, all at the mercy of the man who gives me life. He may think that because I help him to heal, I am his savior. But he couldn't be more wrong. Without Joshua, I would be in a darker place, drowning in my trauma of that night. But now, I have him. And in this moment of silence where nothingness hangs in the air, that thought enters my brain. A small smile curls the corners of my lips while I close my eyes, feeling peace as I soak up his warmth while his hot breath fans my shoulder.

He removes himself from me, both of us letting out a trembling whimper, the overestimation stinging our most sensitive areas momentarily. He does not waste a single breath on words, instead leaning down to capture my lips with his. He is careful—careful to not cut me with his long canines, but also holding a tenderness he used to show before all of this. He knows that I am at my most vulnerable at this time, and will take the most caution to not break me at my fine glass-like state. When he pulls away, he gazes upon me with tear-filled and passionate eyes, his orbs reflecting what seems to be gratefulness and love.

"That wasn't the wendigo in me..." He breathes faintly while raising a hand to caress my cheek in a way so tender that I feel as if I could cry. Though I raise a questioning brow at that statement, not knowing what he means. So he elaborates after taking another second to breathe, still worn out by our recent activities. "I just needed you that badly... So I guess that was the human in me, huh?"

I smile at that and nod, admiring how he blushes at what he admits. For someone who used to be so ballsy and open with his dirty thoughts, Josh could be pretty backwards at times. It was something I always adored so much about him. I run my fingers through his raven, disheveled hair while taking in his stunning features, a soft sigh leaving me before I whisper. "You can have me whenever you like, Josh."

Josh smiles and presses his lips to mine once more, and then lays his head on my chest. I watch him intently, taking note of how he smiles when he hears my heartbeat quicken ever so slightly at the sight of him on top of me. He gently rubs my sides, soon stopping to snuggle into my breasts, seemingly deciding that this nest of our torn clothing would be our bed for the night.

Josh always reminded me of a Great Dane in a way. Despite being a lot bigger than me, there was always enough space on top of me for cuddles in his eyes. It was always quite amusing to me each time his large form would envelope my own. I continue to pet his hair, soft strands threading through my fingers with each touch. He let's out a huff in contentment and kisses my left breast, the sensation of his lips on my skin being absorbed through my flesh and meeting my heart to caress it with the love he feels for me.

"Thank you..." He murmurs, his voice dropping an octave lower and coming out more like a purr due to his exhaustion. My eyes focus on him as he closes his eyes, taking one more deep breath and then continuing his sentence a mere second before he falls into a peaceful slumber on top of me. "For everything..."

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[mclzandaya]

My Candy Love New Gen - Episode 3 Guide

This episode cost me 1411 APs on Roy's (+Jason) route with jokers, without Archibald. 1212 on Amanda's route (didn't meet Jason), with jokers, with Archibald. 1431 on Devon's (+Jason) route with jokers, with Archibald.

Key:

Negative affinity result: - Neutral affinity result: = Positive affinity result: + Needs to be checked: *

Illustrations: 5 (See at the end.) None of them are automatic, you can get 2 of them in one playthrough if you're on Roy/Devon's route.

Archibald: You can find him at the west end of the shopping mall once you're done shopping. You have to ask him if he wants to come as well. (details at the shopping mall with Amanda.)

Outfits: The yellow jacket one is for Roy/Devon/Jason, the purple skirt one is for Amanda/Thomas.

The answers for Devon and Thomas are translated from French, Thomas' answers may be incomplete. Amanda, Devon, Jason and Roy's guide are complete! Idk if I'll update Thomas' answers as I won't be playing his route anytime soon, if you have his exact answers (with personality) don't hesitate to message me/leave an ask!

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DIALOGUE 1: (Everyone looked at me and applauded again.)

(I stared at the table, a bit embarrassed by all the attention.) 40 + Amanda and Elenda (I modestly nodded as a sign of thanks.) 40 + Thomas and Brune*(I joined in the applause, a smile on my face.) 40 + Roy, Devon and Elenda DIALOGUE 2: (choose the person you want to get the illu with) Devon: You can go with one of us, there will be enough of us to finish things up here...

Roy, how about a walk around the mall? 80 = Amanda, do you want to come with me? 80 = I'll admit that if you accompanied me, l'd feel more legitimate using this card... 80 = Thomas, do you want to go for a walk? 80 =

DIALOGUE 2 (bis): if you choose to go with Thomas You won't let yourself be surprised?* I wouldn't be able to function like that. I'd feel limited.* That's not a bad idea. I might try that. +*

Go to the mall to do the shopping.

OUTFIT CHOICE: Yellow for Roy/Devon/Jason. Purple for Thomas/Amanda.

A little window shopping before you go shopping can't hurt!

IF YOU GO WITH AMANDA:

DIALOGUE 3 Amanda: With little cups, and everything... It's too cute, don't you think?

Sweet: It is pretty cute! 56 + Energetic: It is cute, but it's really expensive! 53 = Rebel: Funny, I wouldn't have thought that was your thing. 49 -

DIALOGUE 4: Amanda: And you? Is there anything you like?

I could definitely see myself wearing those overalls! = I like that little dress. It's elegant, and simple... = How do you think I'd look in those shorts? =

DIALOGUE 5: [...]

The drinks. That way, we'll have the heavy stuff at the bottom of the bag. = TRIGGER JASON'S ROUTE (see roy's route dialogue 6) The food. That way, we'll choose the rest in accordance. = Things to snack on. It's no use to carry heavy things around with us. =

To meet Archibald, you need to go to the west area of the shopping mall once you bought everything that you need, but before going back to the office! DIALOGUE 6: You aren't going to follow me there, right? 40 Oh, actually... do you want to come? 40 TAKI'S OUTFIT I can't be late. 40

IF YOU GO WITH DEVON:

DIALOGUE 3: [...]

Rebel: I'd say children's clothing store? 53 - Sweet: The game store, or the DVD one... 60 = Energetic: I'd say... None. It's the first time you''ve stepped a feet in here. 46 +

DIALOGUE 4: Devon: I mean, in general. I imagine that you haven't had the time to completely explore the shopping mall... 

I like home decor shops! =* Libraries. No shops fascinates me as much. = Any clothing store, I love it. =*

DIALOGUE 4: [...]

The drinks. That way, we'll have the heavy stuff at the bottom of the bag. = TRIGGER JASON'S ROUTE (see roy's route dialogue 6) The food. That way, we'll choose the rest in accordance. = Things to snack on. It's no use to carry heavy things around with us. =

IF YOU GO WITH THOMAS:

DIALOGUE 3 I know Thomas offers you an ice cream I think?

I think I'm part of those people... * I don't mind at all. Here you go. = Is there a third option? idk*

DIALOGUE 4: [...]

The drinks. That way, we'll have the heavy stuff at the bottom of the bag. = TRIGGER JASON'S ROUTE (see roy's route dialogue 6) The food. That way, we'll choose the rest in accordance. = Things to snack on. It's no use to carry heavy things around with us. =

IF YOU GO WITH ROY:

DIALOGUE 3 Roy: Everything looks good.

Energetic: Plus you can afford it! 53 =* Sweet: Yes, it's always a dilemma... 56 + Rebel: It's funny, I thought that great athletes paid attention to their diet... 49 -*

DIALOGUE 4: Hey! Can't you watch where you're going?!

Energetic: And you?! Can't you be polite?!* Sweet: I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention... = (Roy defends you) Rebel: Why don't you watch where you're going?! *

DIALOGUE 5: Roy: Well, it looks to be out of harms way.

Energetic: We make a good team! = Rebel: Thanks, but I could have handled that just fine on my own.* Sweet: Thanks. It's rather practical to be accompanied by a tall and strapping man like you. =

DIALOGUE 6: [...]

The drinks. That way, we'll have the heavy stuff at the bottom of the bag. = TRIGGER JASON'S ROUTE The food. That way, we'll choose the rest in accordance. = Things to snack on. It's no use to carry heavy things around with us. =

DIALOGUE 6 (bis): Jason: What am I going to do with my evening..? Certainly bore this poor gentleman until who knows when. 80 = I don't want to know. 80 = You, Sir, can come, if you want. 80 = JASON'S ILLUSTRATION

DIALOGUE 7: (this dialogue is slightly different on Amanda's route but it's the same outcome, idk about Thomas.) [...]

(Pizzas and mini-quiches to share.) = (We decided to take various pre-cooked dishes directly from a deli.) = (A whole assortment of little things to nibble on for an appetizer buffet.) =

Go back to the offices to drop off what you bought. (See Amanda's Dialogue 6 above for Taki's outfit before going back.)

DIALOGUE 8: [...]

I really want to have the party at my place. 80 TOWARDS DEVON OR ROY'S ILLU Let's go to the park! 80 TOWARDS AMANDA OR THOMAS' ILLU

Go take a shower.

Just go to your bedroom.

IF YOU HAVE YOUR PARTY AT THE PARK:

Go to your welcome party at the park!

DIALOGUE 9: Brune: Did you choose the park to avoid upsetting Amanda?

Sweet: Yeah, I thought it'd be best. 56 = Energetic: I found her idea of a neutral space a pretty good idea. 53 - Rebel: That's not really why I did it... 50 +

DIALOGUE 10: [...]

I'm one of the ninety percent of people who loves mini-quiches! = I confess that I am intrigued by the asparagus toasts... = I think I'm going to try your tapas, Brune... = I'll take some raw veggies! I want to save room for the cake. = towards amanda's illu?*

DIALOGUE 11: Brune: Let's say I'm in between... And you, Candy?

It's not really my passion either. = I love to cook! = I'm like you, Brune. =

DIALOGUE 12: [...]

So, Thomas, you have a motorcycle? TOWARDS THOMAS' ILLU Wouldn't it be time for dessert? TOWARDS AMANDA'S ILLU

IF YOU CHOSE THOMAS ANSWER:

DIALOGUE ???: thomas dialogue [...]

No, I think it's scary... * It never really tempted me. * I've never had the chance before, but I'd be curious to try! THOMAS ILLUSTRATION

IF YOU CHOSE AMANDA'S ANSWER:

DIALOGUE 13: [...]

What, it's not prestigious enough for you? 80 AMANDA'S ILLUSTRATION Come on! It's no fun alone! 80  Well, I'm going... If you don't come with me, it'll be even more ridiculous. 80

DIALOGUE 14: Amanda: The good times. When everything was easier...

Because things are complicated now? 40 = My mother was the one who took me to the park. 40 = It's true that everything seemed simpler when we were children. 40 =

IF YOU HAVE THE PARTY AT YOUR PLACE:

It's time to party!

DIALOGUE 9: [...]

What do you think of Roy? =* And you..? Well, I mean... tell me a bit about yourself...? = And you, do you get along well with Devon? =* What do you think of Thomas? =*

And you, you seem to get along very well with Brune... = Do you get along well with Amanda? =*

Show Elenda, Roy and Devon around your house.

DIALOGUE 10: [...]

Energetic: I think I'd start by taking revenge on my ex. = Rebel: It's obvious: Id rob a bank. = Sweet: Maybe I could become an investigative journalist? =

DIALOGUE 11: Elenda: No, no, I'm kidding: I don't really want to know more.

Energetic: I wouldn't mind a few more details... 53 + Roy, - Devon Rebel: Me neither, l'm not sure I'm very interested... 50 + Devon and Elenda, - Roy Sweet: (I was careful not to share my opinion.) 55 =

DIALOGUE 12: [...]

I hope that the card is for Devon... 80 TOWARDS DEVON'S ILLUSTRATION (I wonder what this card'll have in store for me...) 40 (I hope that the card is for Roy...) 80 TOWARDS ROY'S ILLUSTRATION

IF YOU CHOSE DEVON'S ANSWER:

DIALOGUE 13: [...]

You mentioned a wildcard a few seconds ago..? 80 (Delighted, I smiled at Devon from ear to ear.) 80 DEVON'S ILLUSTRATION Isn't it a little... inappropriate? 80

IF YOU CHOSE ROY'S ANSWER:

DIALOGUE 13: [...]

You mentioned a wildcard, didn't you..? 80 "Kiss", it can be on the cheek! 80 (After all, it's the game... Roy is attractive, here I go!) 80 ROY'S ILLUSTRATION

[synamartia]

Very short teaser for Smutmus, but I'm thinking I may just release it in chapters instead. It feels like I'm taking too long to write the complete version in my head guys 😭 Please keep in mind that these teasers ARE subject to change with the final version once it's released, however I decide to do that. Warnings: Barely any. Afab!Reader ; Nudity ; Suggestive situations ; Light banter ; Alastor is very big on consent every step of the way! Amour - French for Love Miel - French for Honey I did use an online translator, and those aren't always reliable, so correct if I'm wrong, and I will make the necessary changes! Divider © cafekitsune

"Uhm is not a word, Amour," Alastor clicked his tongue against his teeth, the first few strands of the center band snapping as he pressed lightly against it. "Do you want to stop?" He asked you, his eyes narrowing in delight as the sudden tension (however minor) sent a ripple through your chest with each string that snapped. Curling your lips inward, you tried to hold back an immediate 'no' response to avoid being seen as desperate, but you were starting to realize that ship had already sailed by the way Alastor's smile widened and your center band was finally severed - your breasts falling from the cups as they had sprung apart. Besides, you would only be finishing what you started by choosing to continue.

"No! Alastor... Don't stop," you breathed, holding back a pleasurable sigh at the relief that coursed through your veins when the tension your bra had caused was finally released. You moved to slide the remnants of your shirt and now ruined bra (yet another favorite item you would force him to replace later) off your body - now fully nude except for the accessories adorning your body. You saw the dim lights of his room flicker as Alastor leaned even closer, his breath fanning your face and his lips grazing yours as he uttered, "As you wish, Miel."

Without a moment's hesitation, you found yourself being lifted to sit upon the edge of his polished desk like before. Only this time, he urged you to lie flat on your back as he raised your legs so that you were positioned at a 90° angle. You tilted your head to peer around your own limbs at him, curiosity brimming in your eyes as you silently awaited his next movements. "If you would be so inclined, I would like to try a couple things first. May I?" Alastor asked, tilting his own head in the same manner as you. You had to stifle a giggle as the action was just too cute, you thought. And you just couldn't resist the urge to tease him a little as you began to feel more comfortable and relaxed.

"I'm up for it. But you know, curiosity killed the cat," you snickered, raising your hands to lay beside your head as he shifted around behind your thighs.

"Ah, yes! But satisfaction brought it back!" Alastor laughed, not missing a single beat in your light banter. He peered around your legs once more, only this time with a more sultry look as you felt something hard and wet slip between the space of your joined thighs and pubic area. "And I intend to revive all nine of its lives, my dear."

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FRESH OUT THE SLAMMER

Esteban Ocon x childhood bestfriend!reader

Summary: Esteban has been pining over his bestfriend for the longest time. How long will it take her to see that what she's looking for is right in front of her?

The Tortured Drivers' Department series

A/N: And the first person that I'll be crossing off the list is Estie bestie. I think he is probably one of the drivers that gives me the wholesome aura. Let me know what you think or if you wanna be added to the taglist.

Taglist. @tea-bobba @boiohboii @c-losur3 @haikyuen @stelena-klayley @stinkyjax @0710khj @jinimon-tr

Now, pretty baby, I'm runnin' back home to you. Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to.

02-13-2002

Dear Diary,

Today I met my first ami (ami is friend in french) and he is Esteban something long name Okon. He is so nice to me. He said hi and helped me swing on the swing sets. I hope I meet more ami like Esteban but he is my favoriteeeee!!!

-y/n.

6 years old Esteban was actually running away from class when he stumbled upon a girl swinging alone at the park's swing set. He frowns because he noticed that every kid at the park have someone to play with but she has no one. Esteban was in an internal battle to just leave it alone but he can't help but feel bad for her.

He walked to the girl and he sat next to the empty swing next to her.

Y/N looked at the stranger that just joined her. Her interest was piqued because no one wants to be around her. She blamed it in her inability to speak French so she was hesitant to scare off the potential play mate.

"I'm Esteban, you are new?" Esteban started.

Esteban's english was not perfect especially with a strong French accent but he can hold a good conversation. He can see how the excited grin appeared in her face.

"Y/N! You speak good, can we be friends?" she asked.

She extends her hands to the boy and Esteban shakes it.

"Mon ami"Esteban agrees.

There was a visible confusion in her face. Esteban mentally slaps himself as he forgot that she cannot speak french.

"It mean friends"he added.

"Mon ami Esteban" it rolls right in her tongue.

And although there was a great language barrier, they managed to stay there at the swing sets till it was time to go home for dinner. Their antics and their grand hand gestures helped them communicate with each other.

11-28-2002

Dear Diary,

I told Estie that I will be missing thanksgiving a lot because I don't live in US. His mom and dad cooked, we had our own version of thanksgiving. I'm so grateful to my mon ami, Estie.

-y/n

Usually, Esteban's afterschool routine was drop his bags and leave the house to meet up with his bestfriend, Y/N. They would go sit at the swing set for hours or maybe watch the television at Y/N's house. It was a routine that Mrs. Ocon has been familiar with ever since Y/N came into the picture.

"Maman, can I talk to you about something"

Esteban made a beeline to his mother as soon as he gets home this afternoon.

"Did you have any troubles in school?" Mrs. Ocon wondered.

"Not at all Maman" Esteban answers "I just need help with something Maman about Y/N"

Mrs. Ocon tried to hide the smile in her face as he mutters a soft "oh". Meanwhile, Esteban reached out a piece of paper from his bag.

"Maman I drew this at school, this is a tradition that Y/N misses in America"Esteban explains.

The paper was filled with drawings of stick figures sitting in a table. The table was filled with dishes messily drawn in a muddle of green, brown, and orange.

Mrs. Ocon looks at her son with confusion, she still didn't know what he needs help in.

"What are you trying to say Esteban?"she asked

"This 28 is the thanksgiving dinner and Y/N says that her parents will be busy. She told me its just like a normal dinner but you say thank you for everything you are grateful about"Esteban elaborates "Can we do that Maman and can we invite Y/N to join us"

"That's a wonderful gesture to do for your friend Esteban" Mrs Ocon coos.

Esteban breaks out into a grin with the agreement of his mother.

"But you will be helping me prepare the dishes okay?" Mrs. Ocon added

"Of course Maman, I'll do anything"

Esteban gives his Mother a tight hug. He was extremely grateful because he knows how much Y/N has been missing so many american things lately. He was just scared that she'll leave France and then go back to America then he will never see her again.

On the other hand, Mrs. Ocon can call it mother instincts but she called it from this moment that her son is in love with his bestfriend.

05-17-2005

Dear Diary,

I like reading a lot while my bestfriend Estie loves riding the small karts. I like going to school, Estie doesn't like that. It seems like were different with each other. I'm scared of losing my bestfriend, what should i do?

But I'll support him. I want him to be happy. Thats what bestfriends do.

-y/n

"I wanna be a race car driver"Esteban blurts out one time that they were watching those Formula 1 races on the television.

Y/N started laughing because she thought it was a joke but when she looked at him, his eyes were looking at the race cars with so much determination.

"Wait, you are serious?"

"Can't you picture me driving those cars? It's like being wind woosh" Esteban mimicked the movement of the cars.

"But its like dangerous, you could crash" Y/N argues.

They have seen some serious crashes in the times that they watched F1. Y/N couldn't forget that dogpile crash in Monaco just a few weeks ago, her heart nearly stopped when the car hits a marshal cleaning up debris.

"Then I'm going to train to be a good driver so I don't crash" Esteban confidently states.

"But what about school?"Y/N asked "You're not seriously leaving me there"

"Woah, I said I wanna be a race car driver"Esteban clarifies "I didn't say anything about leaving you. You are mon ami"

"But school Estie?"Y/N repeats

Both of them knows that Esteban never found a knack for the academics, his favorite class was physical education. As much as Y/N tries to encourage him to study, he didn't like to do that a lot. Esteban always said that the braincells of Y/N will be enough for them to share and to get through life.

"I really wanna be a race car driver"Esteban insisted.

Y/N knew Esteban very well that if he sets his mind to it then he is bound to do it. There is nothing else she can do but support it.

"Esteban Ocon, a grand prix winner" Y/N shows her encouragement "I could picture it the crowd goes roar and you step onto those podiums holding those big trophies"

Esteban grins at her enthusiasm.

"And then I could take you with me to watch them when you finish school"Esteban added "We could travel the world together when I become a driver"

"Esteban wait so if you do become a race driver then maybe I can meet Kimi"Y/N wondered.

"Wow you only want me to go to F1 for Kimi huh"

"Well its a good opportunity to meet the man, the myth, the legend"

06-16-2006

Dear Diary,

I'm just really really sad today. Estie will be moving far away from here. Maybe I only get to see him on the weekends. I'll miss my bestfriend, mon ami

-y/n

They were at the swing sets when Esteban broke the news that he was accepted to compete for karting competitions. Y/N was immediately ecstatic to hear this but there was a frown gracing Esteban's face.

"You just told me that you are gonna compete for go karting but why do you look so sad" Y/N inquires "Isn't this like the first step in being an F1 driver?"

It is but Esteban hadn't predicted how costly this whole thing will be and how sacrifices have to be made in order to reach his dreams.

"We have to leave the house"Esteban breaks the news.

"Leave?"Y/N was confused "I mean don't you really have to leave the house to go to the go karting place..but you'll come back right?"

He shakes his head and Y/N could feel the reason for the sad looks on his face. Her heart feels like cracking especially when Esteban starts to speak again.

"They sold the house to get me a kart" Esteban's voice was filled with so much sadness "They knew it was my dream and the whole family sees a lot of potential that I can do it. I just feel terrible that they have to make sacrifices to make my dreams come true"

They were merely ten years old but it was a lot of burden to carry and to understand. Y/N is at loss for words but she just grabbed Esteban's hands.

"Then you have to give your all and be the best race driver ever okay?"Y/N reminded him

Esteban looked at Y/N and there were stray tears leaving her eyes but she has a brave face on and an encouraging smile. He was lucky to have a family that believes in him and he was even more luckier because he gets to have another supporter in the form of his bestfriend.

"You make a lot of money so you can buy your home again and you can treat your parents out"Y/N says "You have to do well okay, we all believe in you Estie"

And its these words that kept repeating on Esteban's mind whenever he is on track.

11-23-2012

Dear Diary,

It's my birthday today. Did you believe that Estie waited till it turned midnight here in France just to call me. My bestfriend be setting up the standards for everyone. I got a cake in the morning from my classmates and then we went to have dinner. Sixteen, im getting old now.

-y/n

Esteban and Y/N had a tradition since they were kids that they will wait for each other's birthday because they wanted to be the first person to greet each other.

The minute that the clock strikes 12, Y/N's phone starts vibrating. She had a grin on her face upon seeing the name on the caller ID.

"Well hello there Mr. Lightning McQueen"Y/N greeted.

"Happiest birthday to my sweetest mon ami"Esteban cheered on the other line "You know that I wish you all the best things in life and all of happiness that life has to offer"

"I'm surprised you had time to call, don't you have to wake up early later for your race?" Y/N questioned.

It was true, they don't get to talk as much whenever Esteban was in a competition season. Y/N doesn't mind it that much because Esteban will message whenever he can.

"I wouldn't miss my favorite person's day" Esteban answers.

His remarks made Y/N blush. It was a good thing that this is just a phone call conversation or she had some explaining to do.

"That makes me miss you way way more Estie"Y/N sighs "I hope I can see you again"

"Is that your birthday wish?" Esteban jokes

"My birthday wish is an F1 seat for you" Y/N declares.

"Hey, stop wishing about me. It's your day wish for YOUR day" Esteban argues.

"Then I wish for my bestfriend to get an F1 seat so I can meet Kimi"Y/N rephrases.

They spent a good time talking to each other. Y/N updates Esteban about those girls in her class that she wants to be friends with and how difficult physics assignments are. Esteban mentions about the trainings and the different race drivers that he met on track.

Esteban knows that he might probably regret staying up late but everything always seems worth it when it comes to Y/N.

"Well its really nice catching up to you but school starts at 7 tomorrow"Y/N yawns a bit "You must be pretty tired as well with all the training"

"Don't you worry about me here, I'm doing okay"

"You are the best Estie" Y/N said "Goodnight estie, love you"

Love. That's the word that Esteban has been pondering about a lot lately. It was that stage of life that people are getting girlfriends and boyfriends because they love that person. The only person that Esteban thinks he can love and be in a relationship with is Y/N.

First he thought, maybe its because Y/N's a close friends. Many people get the lines blurred between friendship and relationship. However, Esteban is beginning to realize that he likes Y/N more than a friend.

But, Esteban was scared of scaring her off or losing her so he settles with this.

"Good night Y/N, love you more"

01-01-2017

Dear Diary,

So Esteban and I went to our first party because Esteban finally had a permanent team for the upcoming 2017 season. We had a few drinks to celebrate and I met a boy. His name is Vincent. I think we hit it off pretty well.

-y/n

Esteban has this all night planned with him announcing that he is getting a permanent seat in Formula 1 to inviting her to the races to confessing his feelings and then hopefully get a New Year Eve's kiss.

However, here he is in the bathroom chickening out with his plans.

"C'mon Esteban, you can do this" he preps himself.

In his mind, he had everything written and prepared. He will start talking about the childhood how he was so glad to meet her and to her being the number 1 fan since day 1. Then he will move to his realizations and such when he was moving up to F1.

"Just say what you feel and be true. It's gonna work out"Esteban tells his reflection to the mirror.

With one spray of water to the face, Esteban exits the bathroom to find Y/N in the sea of crowd.

He searches for her and he was glad to see that she was still at the same place where he left her. However, his face scrunches up because there was another guy around her.

"Estieee!"Y/N calls out "I want you to meet Vincent, he is my new friend"

Esteban eyes the man because he didn't even look at him. Vincent's eyes were only looking at Y/N's and Esteban could feel his heart drop. He knows that look all too well because that is how he looks at her.

There goes his chance.

12-25-2017

Dear Diary,

This is my first christmas with Vincent as my boyfriend. Were still getting used with the presents thing and I think I overwhelmed him a bit. But I think that its going well, Mom loves Vincent. Dad and Esteban doesn't seem to think that Vincent is good for me.

-y/n

"Okay, time to open christmas presents!" Y/N excitedly announce.

Everyone gathers at the Christmas tree. It was a yearly tradition in the household that after lunch they go one-by-one in opening the gifts. Y/N always loved presents so she would always go first.

"Merry Christmas darling"Vincent says as he gives his present.

Esteban manages to keep his expression straight but he would have gagged if he could. He was filled with so much jealousy that he could have been in that position right now if he didn't chicken out.

Also, there was something so irritating and wrong about Vincent. He just don't have any proof about it. Mr. Y/L/N has a similar theory which he discussed with Esteban when they were in the garage earlier.

Y/N opens the box and she saw a gold chain with the letter V. It was a very beautiful necklace and it seems expensive as well. She musters up a smile as she thanks her boyfriend.

"This is beautiful Vincent" Y/N admires as she takes it off the box.

"I know."Vincent agrees "When I saw it in the store, I immediately thought of you"

The thoughts were sweet but Esteban couldn't help himself.

"Mate"Esteban calls "Y/N doesn't wear gold"

It was the truth that Y/N never wore any gold jewelry but since it was a gift, she was putting on a smile. Esteban knows that Y/N is just being appreciative to be respectful. Frankly, he was a bit pissed off that Vincent didn't even pay attention to that simple details of Y/N.

"Oh, I didn't know that"Vincent sheepishly grins "I didn't notice that, maybe I should take it b-"

"No, no. I'll wear it, its the thought that counts"Y/N settles.

"Next year, I'll get you a better gift" Vincent assures.

Mr. Y/L/N and Esteban could only share an eye roll, they really hope that they don't get to see Vincent next year around.

06-26-2018

Dear Diary,

Today is emotionally draining and I find it hard to sleep with a lots of thoughts in my head. It feels really different to see Estie in an F1 car. I simply can't believe it that he went to watching race cars to driving one. It sucks about whats about to happen but I am so proud of my bestfriend, mon ami Estie. I will always be proud of him no matter what.

-y/n

One of the worst things that could probably happen is to not finish a race but the feeling intensifies when it happened on your home race. Esteban wanted to kick himself for his misfortune. He didn't even get a lap in when Gasly collided him thus ending their races.

"Stupid" Esteban repeats the video all over again.

The door gently opens and Esteban would have shouted to leave him alone but Y/N peeked out of the door. It was like instant moment of peace for Esteban then its back to feeling like a failure because he suddenly remembered that everyone he loves have watched him DNF live.

"Estie, they told me you were here"Y/N greeted "You wanna talk?"

"I rather not" Esteban quickly answered.

"Hey, its just one bad weekend Estie"Y/N sits next to him.

"This is that one weekend that should have been a good weekend. Everyone is watching me and I didn't even start a lap before getting fucked"

The crack in Esteban's voice signifies that it was extremely heartbreaking for him to have this performance for his home race. Y/N could only tap his shoulder for comfort.

"Estie, you will have a lot of weekends ahead of you and you still have a lot more weekends that we will be watching. Don't be too hard on yourself" Y/N comforts "You can bounce back like you always do"

"You believe in me way too much"

"You already came a long way Estie. From sitting and watching them race every Sunday to actually driving a car. You should be proud of yourself" Y/N reminds.

There was something else painful in Esteban's heart. The recent issues regarding the team doesn't guarantee him for a seat in the coming year. It was another reason why he felt so down with what happened.

"Would you still be proud of me even if I don't have an F1 seat?" Esteban asked.

"What? What happened Estie?" Y/N was shocked.

"I might not have a team to drive for next year. I don't know if anyone is going to pick me with my DNFs and everything, I'm not a good candidate"

Esteban sheds the tears he has been trying to hide. He knew that this was a safe place to talk to Y/N. Everything just felt so heavy.

"Oh my god Estie, I'm sorry"Y/N consoles her bestfriend.

The two bestfriend knew how much this Formula 1 seat meant. It was a lot of struggles and sacrifice to reach this moment. One moment they were just kids going on karting season and now Esteban was getting his F1 seat. Now its being taken away, its like waking up from a good dream.

Y/N brushes away her tears and started to pace as if devising a plan.

"Don't you dare think that just because you are not getting a team next year is that you are a bad driver. You are a great driver okay,remember that." Y/N encourages "Take the year off. Improve your skills, get better then make a comeback"

If Y/N believes that he can make a comeback then Esteban believes that as well.

02-03-2019

Dear Diary,

I had a fight with Vincent. He told me that I am spending too much time with Esteban. He wanted me to stay away from Estie like who is he to tell me what to do.

I told him to be more patient with Estie because he really needs support right now. I hate how stupid and irrational Vincent is.

-y/n

Esteban was just picking up one of his cousin at the club when he saw a familiar figure at the alley. He just wanted to say hi to Vincent but when he noticed that he was holding hands with a girl, who is definitely not Y/N, Esteban started to follow.

He watched as how Vincent pulled the girl into a kiss and all Esteban could see was red.

"OHMYGOD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"The girl shouts.

Esteban lands a solid punch. He doesn't care if Vincent is drunk or whatever but he should never cheat especially on a woman as amazing as Y/N.

"I tried to give you a chance, you fucking ruined it"Esteban lands another punch at Vincent.

"What the fuck man, get off!"Vincent screams.

The fact that Esteban was willing to let go and watch Y/N be happy with Vincent. He was willing to do that because Vincent makes Y/N happy but seeing this. Its not gonna happen anymore.

Two bouncers of the club broke them off. The girl immediately tended to the beaten up Vincent, Esteban dust himself off as he sets out a threat.

"You better come clean and tell her the truth or else I fucking will" Esteban warns.

"FUCK YOU MAN" Vincent shouts back "I know you like her! I know you are just waiting for an opportunity to ruin us"

"I'm not the one who ruined the fucking relationship Vincent, it was you who fucking cheated on Y/N"

Esteban was seething as he returned to the car. His mind thumbs to call Y/N but he knows that it will break Y/N's heart terribly if he tells her the truth.

09-28-2019

Dear Diary,

I hate this feeling of being ina fight with Esteban. He said some things that aren't true and I said some things that must have hurt him a lot. I don't think we will be okay any time soon. I just wish I could have turned back time to talk about the whole thing more carefully.

-y/n

There are not many things that Esteban and Y/N disagrees with each other. It was quite rare to see them fight each other because they fit perfectly just like that. Usually, their fights are just simple misunderstandings and harmless that they will make up in a day or so.

This time its different.

Everything started when Y/N explained that she'll be moving to Vincent's apartment, something that triggered Esteban greatly. It was apparent that Y/N had no idea of what happened at the club so Esteban told the whole truth.

Y/N is in complete denial and called Esteban a liar. So here they are with their raised tones.

"If you are my fucking friend then you would have told me the minute you saw it" Y/N explained "Why didn't you fucking call"

"I was protecting you. I know it would hurt you to know the truth and I told Vincent that he has to be the one to come clean" Esteban fights back.

"Protecting me with a grand lie?"

"I thought you don't fucking believe me that Vincent is cheating" Esteban frustrated with the argument.

"I don't know who to fucking believe because you would have told me right away if its real" Y/N cried.

The emotions were all too high, they were a ticking time bomb ready to explode. Esteban could not hide the disappointment in his face that Y/N didn't believe him.

"You don't trust me" Esteban realized.

"No Esteban, its not like-"

"Then what is it like?" Esteban asked "It seems as if you totally forgot that it was me who you could always trust no matter what. You forgot that I was your bestfriend since the beginning that was always there."

Y/N didn't want to get all the blame so she strikes back again even though tears were threatening to fall.

"You know its very fucking ironic that you say that" Y/N's words were like bullets "You didn't fucking trust me to believe you either that's why you didn't call"

Esteban was speechless and then he shakes his head.

"Where are you going?"Y/N chases after.

"I'm going home, away from you"

"Fine. Don't fucking come back" Y/N slams the door.

There were a lot of things said and done. They both don't know how they regretted everything.

03-29-2020

Dear Diary,

This whole lockdown is a little bit fucked. I was cleaning up some files in my computer and I saw a photo of me and Estie. I wonder if he is still mad at me and I wonder how he is doing with lockdowns. I wanted to reach out to him but I can't help but think back how much I must have hurt him before.

Vincent is a bit stressed with the whole lockdown situation. He gets frustrated easily especially with the new work set-up. I'm sure he will get better at handling his emotions, I just have to understand this for the moment.

-y/n

Esteban was scrolling through his instagram feed. He had nothing much to do since the lockdown kept everyone inside their homes. There was this feeling of uncertainty when can they race again but Esteban could only hope that they can race again even by May or June.

His hands stopped when he saw the newest instagram post of Y/N. It was a photo of her cooking a dish and the next set of photos showcases more of her lockdown diaries.

There was a bitter smile gracing on Esteban's face when he saw the photo of Vincent. It seems as if Vincent hasn't told the truth yet or maybe he lied to Y/N that's why they are still together. Esteban feels like he could punch the guy if he ever sees him again.

Not a day goes by that he regrets that fight he had with Y/N. It was just utterly pointless that it happened and he misses her. He hopes that she is okay and maybe after this whole lockdown is over then he'll go and find her again.

With heavy sighs, he scrolls past the post without liking it.

08-01-2021

Dear Diary,

Esteban is a grand prix winner. I'm really so proud of him, I shed some tears when he reach the final lap. I don't know if its the emotions or the adrenaline but I also messaged him and I was surprised that he answered. It seems like this is a start of a good thing.

-y/n

There were no words to describe how amazing the feeling was to be on top of the podium. Esteban could only imagine that feeling before but now he is living it. Everything felt like a wild dream because when he started the race he didn't even know that he will end up being a race winner after.

Collapsing to his bed, he finally opens his phone and it was immediately buzzing with so many messages. There was one message conversation that catches his attention

Y/N: Hi Esteban! I hope this is still your number. I watched the race today and I'm really so proud of you. I want to waive a white flag because this is everything that you have dreamed of all these years. There are no words to describe how proud I am of you. You have come a long way from that kid by the swing set. You will always have my support (even if we have a cold war). Y/N: I'm also sorry. I said some things that was really not good for me to say. I'm sorry I'm doing this over a text and I'm sorry that it took me this long. Y/N: I hope you are okay. You better drink up some champagne, you deserve it Grand Prix Winner.

There was this warmth that seems to envelope him as he reads the messages. It feels nice to know that she stills supports him even though they are not talking.

Esteban catches himself smiling through his phone screen confirming that his feelings for her still exist.

"Oh fuck it, this feeling never goes away doesn't it"

01-02-2022

Dear Diary,

Vincent proposed to me today in front of a crowd today. Mentally I wanted to say no because I don't think that I am ready for it or maybe its just the fact that I'm not sure that Vincent is ready for it. I just said yes because there was a large group of people. I felt like I was put on the spot and I didn't like it.

Maybe, its just the nerves.

-y/n

Mrs. Ocon had been keeping tabs with Mrs. Y/L/N even when the two had stopped talking to each other. They often update with each others lives when they get their nails done. Today, Mrs. Ocon couldn't believe the news shared to her so she hurried downstairs to find Esteban.

"Is it true Esteban?" Mrs. Ocon asked

"What's true maman?"

Esteban has just finished doing simulations so he have not been with his phone for quite some time. His mother immediately shoved her phone to his hand. Esteban squints as she watched the video of someone getting proposed at the Eiffel Tower.

"Maman, I'm not getting married anytime soon"Esteban jokes.

He has been pestered multiple times about getting married or getting a girlfriend but Esteban didn't want any of those. Nothing could compare to Y/N so he would rather not date anyone else.

"Just look more closely"Mrs Ocon insisted.

Scrunching up his nose, Esteban finally noticed the familiar faces of the couple. And it feels like a deja vu from his experience so many years ago when he almost confessed for New Years Eve.

Only this time, the pain has been magnified.

"That's good for Y/N, I'm.."Esteban holds his breath "happy for her"

"Honey...It's okay to not feel happy.."

Mrs Ocon has been one of the witness of everything and she knows how much her son loves Y/N. She extended a hug and soon the tall French man just let all his tears fall.

01-09-2023

Dear Diary,

I called it off, Vincent cheated on me and there was another girl on the side. He got her pregnant. I felt so stupid because I have been ignoring so many red flags all these years, I should have known better. I don't know what to fucking do, I hate him so much.

"What the fuck is wrong with me"

Y/N was a mess and anyone else who have been confronted with the reality that they have been in a fucked up relationship for so long will be a complete mess.

"There is nothing wrong with you Y/N" Esteban repeated "It was not your fault that he cheated"

"I was so stupid Estie, I wasted so many years for him"

This has been an ongoing process for a while now. Its been a good two weeks since they broke up but Y/N was still stuck in a period of asking questions and crying.

"I want my fucking life back and I can't get it back"Y/N laments.

Esteban doesn't know what he could do to help but he just became the shoulder that she can lean on. It was a good thing that there weren't much to do yet, he can still be with Y/N for a while.

"You know on the brighter side of life, you are still lucky that you didn't marry him" Esteban suggested "Like imagine all the divorce and process you have to go through if you did marry him"

"I might have ugly children if I married Vincent" Y/N scoffs.

"He is not your problem anymore Y/N, just ignore him"Esteban encourages.

Y/N lets out a frustrated cry as she messes up her hair again.

"I can't just fucking ignore him. He have been with me for a good period of my life and people just expect me to move on and go on with my life. I lost so many things about myself that I don't even trust myself after him"

Tears started falling from her eyes. She wipes them up as Esteban guided her to a chair.

"I'm sorry Y/N, here lets take a seat and I'll get you water" Esteban said before leaving to go to the kitchen.

There was something so nice to have Esteban around. Even if she shouts or screams like that, Esteban is still patient and kind with her. He was not rushing her to move past what she feels, he allows her to speak.

"You know, I can survive on my own" Y/N mutters.

"I know"Esteban agrees as he handed her the water "But I wanted to be here for you. You have always been there for me when I'm at my lowest of lows, I wanna be there for you now"

It was rare to see Y/N's smiles nowadays but with Esteban saying stuffs like that, she can't help but smile. She was very grateful to have Esteban around. She didn't know how she could survive without Esteban's help.

"Thanks estie

02-18-2023

Dear Diary,

Is it too soon to open up my heart again? I really want to try but I am scared. Maybe this is what happens when you've been in a shitty relationship for so long.

I also know that I dont wanna mess up things. If I do mess up things, I'm not going to just miss someone but I'll miss that boy I met at the swingset.

Maybe this year can do me good.

-y/n

"Esteban for a driver, you are pretty slow driving normal cars"Y/N teased.

"I have to be careful, accidents always happen and I don't wanna injure you before a flight" Esteban argues.

Esteban unloads all their bags. The two of them are going abroad however they are going to different countries. Y/N is going back to her old American home and she might be there for a while. On the other hand, Esteban is going to Bahrain for the pre-testing.

"You sure you have everything?" Esteban asked "Passports? Tickets? chargers?"

"Hey Mr. I forgot my passport, dont lecture me about forgetting things"Y/N smirked.

"Just double check and don't be like me then"

For onlookers they look like a couple about to travel together. How Esteban wishes that was the case but they are just a couple of bestfriends.

"Gonna miss you mon ami"Y/N hugs Esteban "I think I see my gate over there, call me okay"

"Of course I will"Esteban assures.

Y/N was already walking a decent few meters away when Esteban started to debate if he should tell her now. It seems spontaneous but this is a now or never situation.

"Wait up Y/N!"

"Did you forget something?"she teased

She turned her head and found Esteban catching up to her. There were beads of sweat on his forehead and Y/N could tell that Esteban was a bit nervous about something.

"Actually there is something I wanna tell you" Esteban starts.

"Oh what about it?"

She tilts her head in curiosity as Esteban takes in a large deep breath.

"I never forgot my passport. I was just using it as an excuse so I can spend more time with you. I didn't wanna go away from you because I miss you and I love you"Esteban declares.

"Aww Estie, you know I love you too-"

"No, Y/N its not that kind of love"Esteban clarifies "I love you as in I love you in a non-platonic way. I love you in a way that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you in a way that I'll do everything so that I'm always coming home to you"

There was silence between the two of them. Esteban was looking for any signs of disgust or rejection in Y/N's eyes but so far those emotions doesn't seem to appear. He feels brave enough to continue further.

"Look, I'm not asking you to be my girlfriend. I know you need time to heal from whatever happened to you. I won't rush you. I have waited since were little kids, this is nothing compared to that. Allow yourself to heal and be yourself. Explore the world. Then if you want me, I'm just here waiting for you"

Esteban's word was filled with so much love and adoration. It was the respect that Y/N needed for having suffer a bad relationship. How could she be so blind not to see what's in front of her all along.

Y/N leans to hug him.

"I won't answer this for now, wait for me to be healed okay?"she whispers.

"Of course Y/N, always waiting for you."

05-01-2024

Dear Diary,

Almost a year and so since my last entry.

I have visited a lot of places to find myself and to heal myself. It was a beautiful journey going to foreign places and trying new things. Actually gave me a new perspective in life that makes me confidently say that I am healed. Some things take a lot of time before we tend to appreciate it.

I have someone waiting for me for almost 22 years already. I'm finally going home to him.

-y/n

[imwall-e]

Until we meet again : Chapter 1

Pairing : TB!Arthur Morgan x Reader

Warning : MAJOR SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN'T PLAY THE GAME, major character dea•th, tuberculosis, angst, (tell me if I forgot some), reader but external POV

A/N : I wrote this a few months ago and finally decided to post it. I'm really proud of this chapter, my best work so far (imo). I first wrote it in French and mostly used Deepl to translate the text, and even if I re-read it, they may be some mistake so don't hesitate to tell me! This is not beta read. This is my first work for the Red Dead fandom and I hope it's good. Consider liking, rebloging or commenting if you like my work (and feel comfortable with that of course).

The atmosphere of Beaver Hollow was already being felt long before we arrived at the new camp. The area was dark, damp, stinking. It was as if it were haunted. Cursed. As for the cave, it was a concentration of all that, only worse. Once home to a local gang nicknamed The Rejects of Murfree, it bore indelible traces of the horrors it had harbored. The smell outside was unbearable, but inside was a vision of dread. Blood was visible from floor to ceiling, pieces of decomposing corpses smeared all the way down to its entrails. Impossible to settle inside.

Where just a few weeks earlier the gang had been celebrating their exit from the snowy mountains, and everyone was ready to give their all to make a new place a comfortable place to live, now there was no laughter to be heard. Not a smile was to be seen on any of the faces. Only whispers, distrust, fear and death reigned.

And Arthur… his coughing fits were becoming more violent, and more frequent. His skin was pale, contrasting with the blue of his eyes, which betrayed his illness and fatigue.

Outlawed, hunted by the Pinkertons or opposing gangs like the O'Driscolls, he'd been shot at many times. And yet, he was dying of tuberculosis. A fucking disease. After all, he'd probably earned it with the life he was leading… had led. His punishment for beating up Mr Downes. A good man, always ready to help others even though he didn't have much.

Arthur, who'd never done anything right. Or so he thought, but she was always there to remind him otherwise. After Mary, after Eliza, he never thought he'd fall in love again. Then she'd come along, and offered him more than he thought he deserved.

Arthur had met her while hunting. She was wearing a long white dress. At first, he thought he saw an angel. Then their eyes met. He saw the fear in her eyes and decided to put down his bow. He introduced himself and she gradually seemed to calm down. After a few minutes' silence, she finally told him her name. Her voice trembled, but she'd asked for his help: she was supposed to be getting married that very day to a man she'd never met. But what she was looking for was freedom.

She wanted to travel. To discover. To live. And Arthur had offered her all that. For five years, they'd been happy together. Arthur had even proposed to her while they were still in Blackwater. But they'd kept it a secret until things got better.

Unfortunately, the moment never arrived.

Micah was a traitor. And Dutch had blindly followed him, going so far as to question the words of John and Arthur. He'd rather believe a dangerous madman than those he considered his own sons.

Arthur should have left after the Blackwater massacre. Hosea had tried to warn him when they'd all fled to Colter. Or he should have let Micah hang at Strawberry. If only he'd been willing to open his eyes to what Dutch had become. To his true nature. If only.

But it was too late now, and there was no point in dwelling on the past. Now he had t o protect those who remained. Tilly had already taken Jack to safety. Abigail was safe thanks to him and Sadie, and the two women had left to join Tilly. Mary-Beth and Karen had probably escaped too. She was the only one left. And he knew exactly where she'd be safe.

He helped his young fiancée onto her mare, then settled down behind her. He wanted to smell her hair while he still could. He wanted to hold her close. However, time was running out and lingering was a luxury they couldn't afford. The person he was looking for was passing through the Annesburg area, but they'd better get moving fast. He nudged the horse's flank to move it forward, and whistled for the stallion carrying the young woman's belongings to follow.

The journey wasn't long, but it went by faster than he would have liked. A dilapidated house appeared in the distance. Arthur had exchanged a few letters with the man who had taken an interest in his bleak landscape, a man he had helped not long ago. He was standing outside, setting up his camera. His gaze wandered to them, and he soon recognized Arthur.

"Mr. Morgan! I'm so happy to see you again! As you may have noticed, I've given up taking pictures of wildlife. I'm now content with the magnificent landscapes" exclaimed Albert, warmly greeting the man who had helped and saved him on numerous occasions. But his familiar enthusiasm soon disappeared when he saw the young woman's tears and Arthur's sickly pallor. "What's the matter?" he asked worriedly, abandoning his camera.

"Mr. Mason, I need you to…" but Arthur was interrupted by a coughing fit causing him to cough up blood as he stepped to the ground. "I'm dying and I'd like you to take care of my fiancée."

The young woman tried to smile at Albert, but knowing that the man she loved would soon be leaving her was too much to bear. It dashed all memories, all hopes of a better life with her cowboy.

"I'm sorry I haven't written to inform you, but recent events haven't given me the opportunity," Arthur resumed after helping his beloved off his horse.

The tears continued to roll silently down the cheeks of the woman who was to become Mrs Morgan. She was silent now, staring into space.

"Mr Morgan…", Albert didn't know what to say. This kind man, who had come to his aid so many times, was going to die. He could see the sadness in the lovers' eyes. And Albert saw only one way he could do something for them: "Don't worry, I'll take care of mademoiselle."

Arthur was relieved: she would be safe. She would live. He turned to her: she seemed no more than a ghost. But she had to fight. For him. For her. For them.

"I love you, Princess," he began, taking her in his arms. "More than you can imagine. I wish I'd said it more often. I regret so many things. But I promise we'll meet again. Not in this life, unfortunately, but in another. I'll find you again."

"We… we… we didn't even have time to get married," she managed to articulate between sobs, the crying resuming in earnest following Arthur's words.

"It wasn't our time. Now you must stay with Albert. Live, princess. Do it for me. I'll always watch over you, but promise me you won't let yourself die."

"I… I promise, Arthur."

That was all he needed to hear. He had to go now. He had unfinished business with Micah, but also with Dutch.

The sun was setting as he rested his forehead against hers. His way of kissing her for the last time, wanting to avoid her contracting tuberculosis too. He squeezed her hands and heard her whisper "I love you, Arthur".

He gently let go of her hands and she kept her eyes closed, not wishing to watch him go. To tell the truth, she was so focused on remembering his scent, his laugh, his voice, that she didn't even hear him mount his mare and gallop away.

When she opened her eyes again, the sky had darkened. A storm was approaching. Arthur was gone. Only Albert remained, looking after the stallion carrying the young woman's belongings. He knew she wouldn't move immediately, but it was time to go. He'd better get back to the cabin he'd rented before nightfall.

"Mademoiselle, I'm sorry but we must leave now. Tomorrow we'll go to Rhodes, my house is close to the city."

"Of course," was all she could reply, her gaze fixed on the mountains.

The journey to the cabin Albert had reserved was silent. The storm was roaring in the distance. She held back from joining Arthur. But she had to keep her promise.

Without Arthur, life would be difficult. Her heart would be broken forever, but she had to try. And one day, they would be reunited. She had to believe that.

The rain finally came, falling on her cheeks and mingling with her tears. She couldn't stop thinking about all those mornings she'd wake up alone. She couldn't accept that he wasn't coming back. Ever.

"Mademoiselle?" Albert's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "We've arrived. You should try to eat something and get some sleep." He didn't know what to do or say.

She followed him silently. Inside, she sat by the window, where she could see the mountains near Beaver Hollow. Soon, she closed her eyes, tears still flowing.

Her mind took her to a river in the middle of the woods. The light wind gently moved the leaves on the trees. She was wearing a long white dress. A branch cracked, startling her. But it was only Arthur, wearing the hat he always wore and the blue shirt she loved so much.

"You're beautiful," he said, and she threw her arms around his neck. "Dance with me?" Was there an answer other than "yes"?

And, each immersed in the other's gaze, they danced. Without stopping, they talked about their future: having a ranch, raising horses, starting a family. A quiet life away from traitors and the Pinkertons. Just them.

"I love you, Arthur."

"I love you too, princesses," he replied, kissing her tenderly. A deer passed by them. Then nothing.

When she opened her eyes again, she knew Arthur was gone.

It was nearly nine o'clock when Albert and the young woman began their journey to Rhodes.

"I think you'll like Rhodes very much, mademoiselle. It's much quieter and warmer since the Gray and Braithwaite families, two rival families, entered… well, since they left."

The young woman smiled at the mention. It brought back memories that were certainly recent, but seemed so long ago. But her smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared as she recalled Sean's death.

Then came Kieran's turn. Hosea. Lenny. Eagle Flies. John. And Arthur.

Sensing that she wouldn't talk any more than she had the day before, Albert decided to talk to her about anything and everything, in the hope of distracting her from the sadness that overwhelmed her, even if only for a few minutes.

"The landscape is also much brighter. Annesburg offers beautiful scenery, but it's a very dark, eerie area. Rhodes is nicer, warmer."

Albert was right: the further they got from Annesburg, the fresher the air seemed, the more colorful and welcoming the surroundings.

She glanced back one last time, to where Arthur had remained. Her heart sank. She felt she was abandoning him. But she had to stay strong.

Finally, Rhodes appeared before them as the sun tinted the sky orange, ready to give way to the moon.

"Miss, look!"

A majestic deer had stopped in the middle of the road, staring at them with its big dark eyes.

"It's the first time I've seen one approach like that. They're usually very frightened," Albert continued.

The deer approached the young woman and rested its muzzle against her leg. She gently touched its large antlers, then the animal moved away, disappearing among the trees.

"Goodbye, Arthur."

I hope you liked this first chapter!

[nesiacha]

Find revolutionaries without the slightest reproach during the frev and Napoleonic era

During a discussion with @aedesluminis, we both agreed, like many others, that revolutionaries who did nothing wrong (like statesmen too, by the way) were ultimately very few or almost nonexistent (generally due to the hellish situations they found themselves in, not to excuse them either). I will specifically target the French Revolution and allow extending it to the Napoleonic era so that you can submit names of revolutionaries without any reproach being attributed to them.

One of the names I suggested is Marie Anne Babeuf. Maybe I am wrong because she is not very highlighted, although she was a great collaborator of her husband and a revolutionary who went through tough trials.

Maybe Monnereau from Guadeloupe, who drafted the famous manifesto with Louis Delgrès against the reestablishment of slavery, and was then hanged by General Richepance's troops. But again, I don't have much information about him, which is a pity.

Perhaps Louise Reine Audu?

Aedesluminis submitted two interesting suggestions:

The so-forgotten revolutionary (except on Tumblr) who fought to the end to uphold the ideals of the French Revolution, which cost him his life, but had a memorable end by saying this phrase: "I had sworn to defend her and to perish for her; I die content not to have betrayed my oath": Jean-Marie Goujon.

Another one, Prieur de la Marne. However, despite all the good things that can be said about him and his qualities, Aedesluminis was right, and I join her opinion; Prieur de la Marne was part of the Committee of Public Safety where they did controversial things. Not everything can be blamed on Prieur de la Marne, but to the extent that he did not condemn certain events, he can therefore be judged as responsible as others.

So, in this list, there may be errors, and fortunately, we can correct them on Tumblr. So once again, the purpose of this post is to provide us with names of blameless revolutionaries, so do not hesitate to respond in the form of a reblog or comments (as you wish), and do not forget the Overseas Departments and Haiti are included.

[fuckyeahizzyhands]

Con: I think the show deserves a season three whether I'm involved in it or not. It was always David's dream to make three seasons. I would be gutted for him if season three didn't happen. As far as Izzy being involved, that's entirely up to David Jenkins.

Screen Rant: I did some Googling, and I found articles. One of them was titled “Our Flag Means Death Season Two's Best Character Isn’t Who You Think”, and it was talking about Izzy. The other one was “Izzy Hands is the Real Star of Our Flag Means Death Season Two”. Those were both headlines I found. What was it like to find out what Izzy’s journey this season was going to be? It’s had such an impact on so many people.

Con O’Neill: David and I spoke about it quite a lot before we shot, about the redemptive qualities, and I was delighted that we didn't suddenly turn him into a saint overnight. I was delighted that the redemption was complicated and layered, and I don't feel that Izzy disappears in any of it. I think he's very much who he always was, but with slightly more of an open soul. I was so grateful to David and the writers for creating an arc that was playable rather than Hollywood-ized and too easy. It was challenging; it was a very, very lonely shoot for me. I found myself gravitating towards my own company most of the time, mainly because of the hours. And, because if I wasn’t shooting, I was learning to walk on that f***ing leg. If I wasn’t doing that, I was sword training, and if I wasn’t doing that, I was body training, and if I wasn’t doing that, I was recording a song in French. So, I was busy. Our group is a group of beautiful people, and we would meet every Sunday for lunch. Christine used to arrange that. I found myself initially quite hesitant to join that, because it felt like I had this weight on my shoulders, certainly for the first four episodes. I loved it as an actor. I found it really challenging as a man on his own in New Zealand, where it rains [a lot].

Screen Rant: I'm a music nerd, and kind of a musical theater nerd; my favorite episode of this is the one where you're singing in it. I love those sequences so much, your voice is insane, and it's such a good character moment. How did the decision to make that happen—singing, and specifically that song--come about? Did they write that for you because they knew you were a singer?

Con O’Neill: We’re all walking around backstage, telling jokes, playing music, and singing; that’s just what happens when you shoot a show. David called me up while I was in Wellington. I was in Wellington for a week shooting something else. He called me up and he asked me if I knew “La vie en rose”; I knew it, vaguely, but I don't speak French at all. Then, he mentioned that they wanted to do it in an episode. So, I learned the English version, Dean Martin’s version, and then they asked me if I could learn the French version. I don't speak a word of French, not a word, but my partner does, and I had a friend who just played Edith Piaf piano—Jenna (Russell)--and between the two of them, they taught me the French version of the song. If somebody had asked me prior to this, “What song would Izzy sing?” “La vie en rose” would never have entered my head. And now, there's no other song that fits. That's the genius of David. David's very clever with music. We know that--we’ve all experienced how clever he is—but to pick that song for him, at that point in his life? Yeah. F***ing hell. That was genius.

Screen Rant: Your character died this season. How far in advance did you know that, and did that affect how you approached or thought about the season?

Con O’Neill: No. I mean, to be honest, I felt it was going that way. I've been around a long time, and when a character starts this kind of arc, especially in something as interesting as our show is… When David took me out for dinner, I kind of thought this was where it was going, and, partly, I was relieved. I'm not an actor who likes to just repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat. And, I knew that Ed and Stede were going to end up together at the end of this season, so Izzy, as he stands, wouldn't make any sense to still be there. So, it was a relief that the decision was being made. I was a bit upset because I love playing him, but leave them wanting more, you know? I will be eternally grateful for what they gave me; how they played him out in the show. The beautiful speech they gave me, the opportunity to do “La vie en rose”, and the opportunity to die in Taika’s arms and to be able to honor that relationship… I couldn't have asked for a better play-off, really.

Screen Rant: This season did introduce, with the Gravy Basket, the potential for someone who has passed on to return. If there was a season three, do you think your character would have anything else to impart on Stede or Blackbeard in a similar scenario?

Con O’Neill: You’d have to ask David Jenkins. I don't know where David wants to take it, and I wouldn't preempt that with me making up stories for Izzy in a flashback or ghostie Izzy, or whatever. I have no idea where David wants season three to go. I think the show deserves a season three whether I'm involved in it or not. It was always David's dream to make three seasons. I would be gutted for him if season three didn't happen. As far as Izzy being involved, that's entirely up to David Jenkins.

Screen Rant: So much of this season and Izzy’s journey is his relationship with Edward and his love for Edward, and so much of the conflict is about how much Edward is changing. Did you have an understanding of what version of Blackbeard, or Edward, that Izzy was looking for, and wanting to be around?

Con O’Neill: That’s a great f***ing question. Between season one and season two, in the interim, Izzy experiences a broken Blackbeard, and a Blackbeard that's never going to go back to what he was, because he's heartbroken. Everyone who's been heartbroken knows that you never go back to who [you] were. He just wants to fix Blackbeard. That's why he takes his life in his hands by confronting Blackbeard; he just wants Blackbeard to be fixed, to find his soul again, [and] to find his heart again. Whether he's involved in that is not relevant. What's relevant is, he loves Blackbeard so much that he wants him to find himself again. So, it's never Izzy’s version of Blackbeard that Izzy’s looking for. He's looking for Blackbeard to find himself again, and that's only through Stede.

Screen Rant: I was looking up the real-life Izzy Hands, who testified against allies to get a pardon and supposedly died a beggar in the streets of London years later. Would you have been interested in that, dramatically, if that was how his story ended on the show?

Con O’Neill: No, that's not our show. We're not historically [accurate to] those times. If we were, they wouldn’t have cast a guy who is 50 to play a 16-year-old pirate. I don't know. I'd love to be able to tell you what area that season three, if it ever happens, would go, but I literally have no idea. I don't think we're going to go down the historical route. I’d be very surprised if we do that.

Screen Rant: I don’t know if you’ll have an answer for me, but I saw that you initially auditioned for a different role. I love Taika so much; I feel like you would have also made a great Blackbeard. Is that who you were going for, initially?

Con O’Neill: Absolutely not, but thank you for saying that. I don’t see anyone else as Blackbeard but Taika. When Taika was announced, I knew what our show was. But no, it wasn’t Blackbeard. And no, I’m not going to tell you.

Screen Rant: Okay. Perfect. Well, clearly it all worked out for the best. I mean, you're incredible, and the whole cast is so perfect in their roles. It's been a pleasure to watch you and… yeah, congrats on the show.

Con O’Neill: Thank you so much.

[findlilac]

Get to know Sri

Stage Name: Sri

Birth Name: Srihari Venkat

Nationality: Australian

Ethnicity: Indian

Position: Rapper, Dancer, Producer

Birthday: July 9 1988

Zodiac Sign: Cancer

Height: 170 cm (5'7")

Blood type: O+

MBTI: INTP

Representative animal: 🐱(I don't really remember if it is used to represent Lee Know as well, so feel free to correct me if I'm wrong)

Unit: DanceRacha, 3Racha(Don't really think it'd be 3 anymore tho-)

Facts about Sri

He was born in Brisbane, Australia

Has a younger sister who's 5 years younger than him

Came to Korea to train when he was 18

He had very little training in dance (the training being the dance classes he had joined when he was 7/8 years old for a few months) before he was recruited

Although He had been learning Carnatic music ever since he was 3, he stopped learning at the age of 14 (so about 11 years of experience)

He auditioned to be an idol out of spite for his dad

He had been doing his bachelor's degree and masters in architecture while being an idol as he 'wanted to have a back-up plan just in case'

He has a mole on his right cheekbone

He was a trainee for about 2 years

Nicknames given by STAY: Chan's wife, Nicknames given by the members: Eomma, Venki

He treats English as his first language. He can speak Japanese fluently, Tamil (his mother tongue), and Hindi to a decent extent. He can also speak French and Mandarin but no one really knows that he can speak those two languages

He can draw and paint quite well when given a reference but he says he lacks the creative skills to just visualise something and draw it

As per the members, he has quite a laid-back personality and is a comfort figure to all of them. They also say that he's quite good at giving advice even if he hadn't been in the situation himself

As per Chan, Sri struggles to express his emotions as he fears that he'd be burdening others by telling them about his struggles. And even if Sri does express his emotions, he struggles to frame and tell others about how exactly he feels about something

He has double-jointed thumbs and elbows

He has a driver's license and enjoys going on long drives with his members

When he isn't driving, you can always spot him wearing his headphones and gazing out the window

His favourite season is Spring and he loves rainy and stormy weather

He actually is a vegetarian and does not eat any type of meat

He is extremely introverted when it comes to social interactions with people he doesn't know quite well but is also one of the most upbeat when around the members, kinda like another member Han

He has very strong opinions and will not hesitate to express them. This trait of his has gotten him into quite a few scandals

His favourite colour is purple

He doesn't really have a favourite food, he will enjoy anything that is mentioned to be spicy but he actively avoids most fruit, his least favourite being strawberries and any kind of melon except watermelon

He prefers producing songs rather than songwriting

He has a pet dog named Cosmo back in Australia and also owns two cats in Korea, named Blossom and Buttercup, Blossom is a ginger cat and Buttercup is a black cat

As per the members and STAY, Sri is a caring person, prepared for almost any situation that comes his way. He seems to always put the members before his own needs. In the first one Kid's Room, he said that if given a choice to protect either himself or his loved ones, he'd always pick to protect his loved ones as he'd rather not live than imagine living a life without his loved ones

He is the typical 'mom friend', always having something or the other in his bag for any situation, earning his nickname 'Eomma'. You're hungry? Sri has a snack bar in his backpack. You got hurt? He's got a first-aid kit somewhere in his bag, You need anything ranging from a charger to a makeup product? Sri's always got something in his bag

He loves dad jokes and puns

He lives true to his MBTI, trying to see logic even when it isn't required.

He shares his dorm with Chan and I.N

He is SKZ's handyman being able to fix most things that the others break. That being said, he is the one who ends up breaking most things due to his clumsy ass

He tends to seem quite calm under pressure although he most probably is panicking internally

He is a major perfectionist and will redo his autograph multiple times during fan meetings and signings, just so that it's 'perfect'

Although Sri would much rather cook and bake alone as doing it alone gets him in his 'zone', he enjoys baking and cooking with Felix and Minho as well

He often tricks the other members into eating vegetarian food and then just lets them guess the 'meat' that was in the dish when in reality it's either cauliflower or some form of soy. He does this just to prove a point to them as most of them have this general notion that vegetarian food is bland

He often goes to the gym alongside Chan and Changbin

He usually helps Chan with leading the members on days when Chan is too exhausted to do it himself

He is friends with Hongjoong, San, and Mingi from ATEEZ

He is often seen hanging out with Yeji and Ryujin from ITZY

[shishax]

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, SANSES AND TEMMIES, WE, (MY FRIEND AND I) HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT.

DON'T YOU MISS THE OLD UNDERTALE FANDOM? THE COOL FANARTS, THE ANIMATION MEMES, THE ROLEPLAYS AND STUFF? WELL I GOT JUST THE PLACE FOR YOU!

We are hosting a discord server in development right now! It's meant to bring the spirit of the old fandom back!

Bring your ocs, stories, interact with people and make new friends! We have hope in this server, it's already in good development, we have a few members and the atmosphere is heartwarming and nostalgic honestly!

We also do ponytown hangouts!!:D our dream is that this server absolutely BLOWS in people joining! We want to make a good community! There's a channel for people who speak french too!:

Join now and make new friends with us <3:

https://discord.com/invite/DJXYP5gz

If you have any questions/if the invite doesn't work, don't hesitate to text me ! My user is sillyneonstar

(remember the server is in DEVELOPMENT and still not completely finished.)

[thelazyecrivain]

Fluffbruary - Day 15 (radio)

Fifteen day of @fluffbruary, using the prompt "radio"

Read on AO3

French version

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"He told me he was back and I should stop complaining." Says the voice on the phone. In the studio, everyone makes a face. 

"He cheated on you for two years without an ounce of remorse, he's someone who won't change for love. And I doubt there's any love there. You have to leave him, he already destroyed your trust in him, you will destroy yourself if you stay with him." 

Everyone nodded, but the young woman on the other end of the line said nothing.

"The question you have to ask yourself is: 'What do I want to build with this person? Ask yourself if you see yourself with him in several years."

Still nothing, John signalled to the control room if the call was disconnected. They signalled that it was not.

"Leila? Are you still there?" It was a fake name, she wanted to keep her identity anonymous so they had agreed on a name at the beginning of the call.

"Yes... I'm here, it's just that- I love him, but he hurt me so much I could never forgive him." She's on the verge of tears, her voice trembling. "I don't want to see him anymore, but part of me wants to believe, to hold on to it."

"I can't give you a magic solution, I can only help you with your choice." Reminds John.

"Remember the questions you can ask yourself. It can help you a lot." Brings up Mike.

"I know it sounds silly, but talk to your close friends. If they really care about you, they'll tell you what they really think. And they know you and your boyfriend better than we do. Having an outside perspective can only help. Sometimes you just have to take a step back from the situation."

"Yeah, I'll do that. I've got my best friend who won't hesitate to tell me what she'd do in my place."

"Perfect! I'm sorry but we'll have to leave, our time is up. It's been a pleasure Leila, I hope everything works out for you."

"Thank you so much, John. That really helped me. Good luck with the rest."

The control room signals that the call is definitely cut off, and that he should finish the show.

"Ladies, gentlemen and others, this is unfortunately the end of our show. Sorry for all the people waiting for us to take your call. But remember that our advice doesn't just apply to one person. You can apply it to your situation to help you move forward. And if you have any feedback, other tips for us or to help our callers, please feel free to put it on our website doctoroftheheart/kingscollege.com."

The "on air" light went out and John sighed with relief. Finally finished. 

He joined the university radio station three months ago. It's entirely student-run. Mike told him about it when he complained that he wanted to play rugby but it was too time-consuming, so he offered to join the team and do a show once a week. This gives John time for his medical classes, and every Wednesday night for three hours he gets out of his shabby flat to think about other things and help people with their heart problems with Mike. They call the show " Doctor of the Heart". 

"The ratings are up again from last week. Looks like your show is doing well, John." Comes a deep voice behind him. John jumped, not having seen the man coming up behind him.

"Sherlock, you scared me."

What he hadn't thought about when he joined the radio was that he might find the most handsome and intelligent man he'd ever met. Sherlock has had an effect on him since he arrived and if he thought it would pass with time, he was wrong and feels like he's falling for the man with the impeccable suit and the unbeatable brain a little more each week

"Must be the experience." Mike replied to Sherlock's remark.

He was known to be in one relationship after another, and when he saw Sherlock look up at the mention of his former partners, he never regretted it more.

"We're going for a drink, do you want to come with us?" Molly asks. She's in charge of programming and despite her shyness, everyone respects her ideas and requests. Everyone loves her, especially Greg, the one in charge of the budget. 

"Good idea!" John said.

Mike nodded too and against all odds, so did Sherlock. He's known to be anti-social and grouchy. Not that John doesn't like him coming with them.

They leave the building where the radio station is located, and head for the nearest bar. It's eight o'clock at night, the young people are just starting their parties, and if John didn't have an exam the next morning, he would have stayed until late. 

Instead he just drinks a pint of beer, talking with the others about future projects, organisation, but also about college, courses, the most boring teachers, and their love life. Young people's topics.

"And that's how Sherlock managed to make the toughest teacher in the whole college cry. I thought everyone was going to applaud him. Sherlock did the impossible." Laughs Molly. Everyone is almost folded in half, Sherlock with a proud sneer.

"He wanted to know what I thought. He never made it clear he was talking about the course, not his dead dog." Explained Sherlock.

The laughter resumed around the table.

"Oh my God, you're my hero." Said John between laughs. Not everyone missed Sherlock's blush, except John.

The conversations continue throughout the evening, until one by one they go home as the clock ticks down, so that John ends up alone with Sherlock and Mike. The latter is his roommate, and seeing his friend's slightly drunken state, John thinks it's wiser to go home with him. He's never held his liquor, which makes John smile but also sigh as he remembers that he's the one who'll have to drag him to bed. 

"Joooooohn. You know you're the best mate ever." Says Mike as John pulls him out of his seat and off the bar. John laughs while trying to keep his friend upright. 

"You tell me that every time you have more than three drinks."

"Need any help?"

John turned to Sherlock. He accepted without thinking. A little help wouldn't hurt him. John put an arm around his shoulders and Sherlock, because of his height, took Mike over his arm and together they managed to get him out of the bar, towards their flat. Thank God they are only a five minute walk away.

"John is the best thing that could happen to you." Mike said to Sherlock.

John rolled his eyes but couldn't stop his blush. When he attempts a look at Sherlock, he seems captivated by what Mike is saying.

"He's a good friend. He'll do anything to help you. And he's handsome too." Mike finishes with a wink. Sherlock smiled, amused.

"He seems to like you."

"Whenever he drinks a little too much, he likes to say that everyone is great. You shouldn't listen to him, the alcohol exaggerates everything he says."

"I don't think he's wrong." Says Sherlock while looking him up and down suggestively. John is speechless. Is he hitting on him? John hopes with all his heart that he is. He loves his friend Mike, but what he would give not to have him between them right now.

The road continued like this, Mike talking about his great friends, especially John. Sherlock listens to everything he says, and smiles when Mike compliments the future doctor. 

***

"His room is on the right." 

Sherlock let go of Mike and went to open the door, John following behind with the weight his friend has become. He set him down -threw him down to be honest- on the bed and stretched his tired muscles before starting to prepare his friend for the night. If he didn't do it now, he would fall asleep and it would be impossible to wake him up.

"Help me take off his shoes." John asks Sherlock.

Sherlock did so and soon Mike was rid of his shoes, John taking off his shirt while the dark-haired man removed his coat. Mike didn't move, half asleep, muttering into his beard. Without telling him, Sherlock searched and quickly found his pyjamas and handed them to John. The latter thanked him, still as surprised as ever to be beaten to his every word and gesture.

It was too cold in the flat to leave him in just his boxers so John put the T-shirt on him, and started to take off his trousers when Mike stood up suddenly to the surprise of the other two men. "You should do that with Sh'rlock." He said with a wink. John blushed and didn't dare look at Sherlock. Instead, he continued to remove his friend's trousers and finally slipped him under the sheets.

He walked out of the room, Sherlock at his heels.

"Sorry about..." He said with a wave of his hand towards Mike's room.

Sherlock shrugged his shoulders. "That was fun to see." He said with an amused look.

John offered him something to drink but Sherlock refused, saying he had to go home. Something to do with his brother apparently. John was disappointed, this is one of the few times he is finally alone with him. He accompanies him down the block. He's a gentleman after all.

"Thanks for the help, I don't know how I would have done it without you." Says John once he gets to the bottom of the building.

"It was a pleasure." Sherlock looked him straight in the eye, a slight smile on his lips. The streetlights lit up his face, making it soft but as if untouchable. 

When John thought he was going to turn to leave, he caught him walking towards him. He kissed him gently on the cheek before pulling away to give him a seductive smile. "Good night, John." He said in his deep voice before abandoning him outside the building. 

John watched him go, his mouth hanging open, the feel of his lips on his cheek. When he saw Sherlock turn the corner, disappearing from his field of vision, he woke up from his trance and started to run after him. He caught up quickly, tugging on his arm to get his attention.

"You could do it properly next time." He said before pulling him towards him to kiss him. 

He felt Sherlock tense in surprise before relaxing, his hands settling in the hollow of his back to pull him closer. John framed his face, diving even deeper into the kiss. He's kissed dozens of people, but never with such intensity, a shiver running through his body as their lips move together.

They are breathless when they part, not letting go of each other.

"I'll try to remember that next time." Sherlock finally says. Still dazed from the kiss, it took John a while to figure out what he was referring to. They laughed stupidly. "I'll have that last drink after all." 

John could only smile and pull him by the hand towards the flat.

Everyone applauded them when they returned hand in hand the following week to John's radio show.

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[dhampiravidi]

I Loved You Then, I Love You Still (1/2)

Jason Todd did not like Jayn. And she was fine with that.

Jayn arrived at Wayne Manor with red-rimmed eyes. Despite her having flown from California to New Jersey, she had no luggage. She had nothing except the clothes on her back and a sealed letter that was addressed to Bruce. Alfred coaxed her out of the town car, and she was trembling, exhausted emotionally. He led her through what looked like a damn museum and she passed out as soon as she was given a bed to sleep in. When she woke up (still fully dressed), she used the bathroom and then went downstairs, following the smell of food. She hadn't realized that her mother's letter was gone until she saw it in Bruce Wayne's hand.

The letter was written to her, which she hadn't expected. But thirteen year-olds don't expect to telekinetically hurl water at a bully, or to be driven to the airport instead of straight home after school, or to watch their mother be escorted off of a plane and into a car while they're already seated. In the letter, her mommy apologized for lying. Her mommy told her that her father was Bruce Wayne, who used to be her boss and boyfriend thirteen years before. Her mommy explained how Jayn was a metahuman, and that the people who wanted the superhuman serum inside of her took her away. Jayn didn't react to the part that said her new father was Batman, because she was busy sobbing. It was too much. The boy her age, who sat at the dinner table, had an unreadable expression. Her father hugged her, but she wouldn't hug back.

He/Bruce/her father made sure she had lots of clothes in her size. Alfred helped her pick them out, because Bruce was busy working. It all seemed fake. She didn't want lots of clothes, or a bedroom in a mansion, or a new parent. She wanted her old clothes, and her room with the sunset that her mom's friend had painted, and her mother. Jayn went from sad to angry very quickly. Wherever she went, the room was cold. She hardly spoke to anyone.

And then Jason called her a bitch. In Spanish, her Mommy's language. Her FIRST language. Long story short, her punishment was to join Jason in the exercises he did as part of his Robin training. His punishment was just being there with her, apparently. But at least he got to be a hero. At least he got to have fun at school. Bruce wanted her homeschooled, so that the people who took her mom didn't find her.

Things changed when Jason broke his hand on patrol. Jayn told herself that she didn't feel bad for him. He was always gloating about beating her in the weightlifting and running drills, even though he was the one who had months of being Robin as an advantage. And with a broken hand, he was exempt from half of the exercises as it was. But one day, she was walking by the library and found him, struggling to push the rolling ladder. Bruce had told her and Jason that they weren't supposed to climb it by themselves, because they could easily get hurt (even with training, she was only 5'1" and Jason was shorter than her).

"Bruce told us not to do that," she muttered, stopping just because she'd rather lag behind than go start on her French homework.

"Fuck off." Jason actually cursed more than she did, but they both had to hide it from the adults of the house.

"Fine." She was going to leave until she saw how dangerous it would be for him, climbing with one hand--especially if he planned on carrying more than one book on his way down. "Ugh. Move and guard the hall." He hesitated for a moment, then did as she told him. "What book did you want?"

"Hamlet." Jayn grabbed the thing, along with a book that happened to catch her eye, and quickly scurried back down to earth, not wanting to be banned from any more of Alfred's baking (it was the worst punishment you could get, aside from having to run extra laps).

"Why didn't you just look it up and read it?"

Jason scoffed, but there was a little less venom in that than usual. He actually looked...embarrassed? "...GA's doing it for the winter play."

"Who are you trying out for?"

"Hamlet. Or Horatio."

"That's his best friend, right?" Jayn wasn't a big fan of Shakespeare, but she wasn't uncultured, either. Jason nodded. He walked off toward the hall, then stopped.

"What book did you get?"

"Sherlock Holmes. An anthology." His eyes brightened, even though he tried to look bored. "You can read it next week, when I'm done."

So they first bonded over their love of books and plays. He was mostly into nineteenth-century classics, like Jane Eyre, while she preferred modern fiction, but they found some titles that they liked to talk about together. She helped him prepare for his audition, and helped Alfred make Jason's favorite cookies so they were ready after school (despite Jason losing the role of Hamlet, he got Horatio). He showed her how to pick locks and do basic mechanical work, so she coached him in swimming and in Spanish (he also helped her learn French and his Italian).

The first time Jayn hugged Jason was when he (with Alfred's help) convinced Bruce to let her patrol with them, as Kestrel.

The first time she thought he was cute was when she'd had a terrifying nightmare after a breakout at Arkham and he'd stayed with her until she fell asleep (yes, he was still there in the morning, bedhead and all).

The first time she realized she was in love with him was when he got a girlfriend (they lasted exactly 41 days). Jayn may have created a thunderstorm the night of their first date.

They didn't have anyone they wanted to ask to prom (at least, that's what they told Bruce), so they figured they'd go together. They even chose to match, his tie to her dress.

Jason Todd was killed seventeen days before Gotham Academy's prom. Jayn didn't go to prom. She didn't go to the funeral. She didn't go to Oxford, which both she and her best friend had gotten accepted to. To all outward appearances, she just disappeared.

[inafieldofdaisies]

💭

Calahan cocked his gun, pressing it to the back of John's head. At first all he got as a responce was a frustrated sigh, and he couldn't blame the bastard, he too would be feeling that way at the realization he was getting sloppy, careless. John hadn't heard him enter his ranch, not until it was too late, not until Hartley had him at gunpoint. Right in the middle of his living room.

Ironie in French. A bitch in any language.

"You're making a mistake, Deputy.", came out in a hushed, but still stern voice.

"Do you have your words for God ready, or should I give you a minute to come up with your defense? Don't forget to tell Him Joseph will be joining you soon. In Hell, bastard, it's where you're all headed to."

"Wrath.", John muttered, at the same time a child's laughter carried over from the kitchen.

Fuck.

"John.", a female voice called out next and then its source came into view. A tiny readhead, face full of freckles, carrying a sleeping baby in her arms, her eyes shifting in worry between her husband and Calahan.

"Well, look at that, Johnny-boy, it's your lucky day. We'd have to reschedule your rendezvous with God.", he gritted out, lowering his weapon, taking few steps back, ready to make his escape. Retreat, something he hadn't done ever. But Reaping or no Reaping he had a code, in comparison to the Seeds.

"M'am," he nodded his head to the woman he knew as Esther, copying Leslie in his polite mannerisms when meeting new people. He hated John, but something about the woman's energy told him she didn't deserve any cruelty. Killing John in front of her and her child would be just that. Her gaze remained on his, but didn't say anything as she joined her husband, hugging him around his waist with her free hand.

Just as Hartley was at the door, his fingers reaching behind him to push it open, Esther called out, "Deputy, I made a pie, would you like a slice?"

"He was about to kill me and you're offering him pie, bumblebee?", John asked incredulously.

"Remember what Joseph says.", was all she uttered out.

The name made Hartley's blood boil. Reminded him of his goal, what was at stake.

He ignored the peace offering, addressing John instead, "You're a lucky man, John Seed. Remember that.", he lowered his voice, "Enjoy it while it lasts."

John's eyes darkened at his words, he was ready to follow Calahan as he exited the house, but whatever Esther said next held him at bay.

Lucky man, indeed. Too bad this ends with one of us dead, Seed.

He knew next time there won't be anyone to hold him back, to make him hesitate. He promised himself that. Too many people depended on him to let doubts creep in.

Prompt: Send 💭 to hear my OCs most recent thought about your OC.

[hexheathen]

Twins Survivor swap

I got a prompt for is the twins were survivors so here it is with perks at the bottom :>

Charlotte and Victor Deshayes, once feared killers known as The Twins, awoke to find themselves in a new role—survivors.

It was a punishment for a glitch in the fog's ever-going cycle, a cycle that usually turned them into ruthless killers. They awoke, feeling the absence of Charlotte's sickle and the bloodlust in Victor's eyes. Instead, they felt scared, vulnerable, familiar, and hunted.

Charlotte blinked her eyes open. The cold ground beneath her was a familiar discomfort, yet something felt distinctly different. Beside her, Victor stirred, his tiny form twitching as he woke. Instead of the malevolent energy they were accustomed to, there was a newfound sense of hope and determination.

"Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé?" (What happened?) Victor's voice, generally angry, now sounded confused and almost childlike.

"I don't know," Charlotte replied, her tone softer than ever. She looked down at Victor, who was still attached to her side. Still, the murderous intent in his eyes was replaced with curiosity. "But we need to move. We have to find out where we are."

The familiar surroundings of the foggy realm seemed less menacing now. Every shadow and sound sent chills down their spines. As they wandered, they stumbled upon a group of survivors repairing a generator. They looked up in surprise but did not react with the usual fear.

"Charlotte? Victor?" Meg stepped forward cautiously. "You... you're not trying to kill us?"

"Non," (No,) Charlotte replied, shaking her head. "We don't want to hurt anyone. We want to survive something that has happened. Please believe us."

The group exchanged doubtful glances, uncertain if they should trust them. Dwight whispered to Claudette, "Can we really trust them? They used to be killers."

"Maybe they had no choice," Claudette whispered back. "Look at them; they seem different now."

They welcomed the twins into their fold with tentative smiles, though wariness lingered in their eyes.

Their first trial as survivors began shortly after. The eerie sound of Ghost Face's camera clicks echoed through the misty air, sending chills down everyone's spine. Charlotte and Victor, now determined to prove their new purpose, joined the others in repairing a generator.

"Victor, surveille les alentours," (Victor, watching the surroundings) Charlotte instructed her brother, eyes scanning the fog for any sign of the killer.

"Oui, je vais le faire," (Yes, I will do it,) Victor replied, his small form darting off to act as a lookout. 

As they worked, Ghost Face's presence grew nearer, the haunting sound of his camera growing louder. Just as the killer materialized before them, Victor let out a shrill cry, "Attention, le tueur est là!" (Watch out, the killer is here!)

Perk)

The survivors scattered, each taking a different path to evade Ghost Face. Charlotte grabbed Victor, his tiny hands clutching her tightly as they hid behind a pile of debris. Their hearts pounded in unison, but there was no fear—only determination.

"On doit continuer," (We must continue,) Charlotte whispered, peeking to ensure the coast was clear. "We can't give up now."

As they moved stealthily, they saw Meg trapped by Ghost Face, struggling to break free. Without hesitation, Victor jumped from Charlotte's side and began to create a distraction, taunting Ghost Face in French. "Hé, stupide fantôme! Viens me chercher si tu oses!" (Hey, stupid ghost! Come get me if you dare!)

Ghost Face, momentarily distracted by Victor's antics, allowed Meg enough time to escape. Charlotte seized the opportunity to reunite with her brother and continue their mission.

With the final generator repaired, the exit gates powered up. The survivors worked together to open the gate, and their teamwork was seamless. Ghost Face lunged one last time as the gate creaked open, but Victor's quick thinking saved the day. "Par ici, tueur! Viens me chercher!" (Over here, killer! Come get me!)

Ghost Face chased after Victor, giving the others enough time to escape through the gate. Charlotte stood at the exit, her heart pounding as she watched her brother lead the killer away. Victor slipped through the gate, rejoining his sister and the others as Ghost Face was about to strike.

The group celebrated their escape, breathless but victorious. Meg hugged Charlotte, gratitude shining in her eyes. "You two were amazing. I can't believe how quickly you adapted."

Charlotte smiled, looking down at Victor, who was beaming with pride. "We just want to help..."

Victor nodded. "Oui, nous sommes des survivants. Ensemble, nous sommes plus forts." "Oui, nous sommes des survivants. Ensemble, nous sommes plus forts." (Yes, we are survivors. Together, we are stronger.) Their new purpose, to survive and help others survive, had brought them closer together, strengthening their bond and their resolve.

As the fog closed in around them, signaling the end of the trial, Charlotte and Victor knew they had found a new purpose. They were no longer the feared killers, but survivors. And they were ready to face whatever challenges the Entity threw at them.

Twin Bond - The strong bond between Charlotte and Victor gives them unique advantages when working together.

Effect: When Charlotte and Victor are within 10 meters of each other, their repair, healing, and sabotage speeds are increased by 10/15/20%. Additionally, if one of them is downed, the other receives a 10% Haste status effect for 6/8/10 seconds to aid in their escape or rescue attempt.

Victor’s Distraction - Victor’s small size and agility make him an excellent decoy, allowing Charlotte and other survivors to evade the killer.

Effect: When Victor uses a unique action to taunt the killer (with a loud noise notification for the killer), the killer's aura is revealed to all survivors for 3/4/5 seconds, and Victor gains the Endurance status effect for 5/7/10 seconds. This perk has a cooldown of 60/50/40 seconds.

Survivor’s Instinct - Charlotte’s protective nature and heightened senses from their time as killers enhance her awareness of the surroundings.

Effect: When within 8/10/12 meters of a killer, Charlotte receives a notification and gains the ability to see the killer's aura for 3 seconds. Additionally, skill check success zones are increased by 10/20/30% while within this range.

[scentedchildnacho]

Anyway...San Diego at trying to cosmetic surgery slaughter me should at least be the very very funny french Nazi to live under...dan from awa was so cute and funny so funny if dan.....and that's the French concentration of the beauty corporation didn't execute it yet...we may be weren't liberated yet...

Uhm they just threatened the babies with hit and run cars and poisoned rivers they didn't actually kill babies?....in front of people yet?.....when the Parisian pharmaceutical companies may finally give the executive a death penalty....

Shulamith Firestone it's having to wait for people to hug her so she knows what happened to her as a victim is wrong when people could have wanted to infiltrate terrorism.....

Having to infiltrate the cosmetic company terrorists is having to be really anti ethnic and anti ethnic is having to look like African enslavement and everybody knows assumed attraction looks like a stupid pure breed and it's really funny in San diego

There is a horrible reek right now like a cologne bottle was spilled so I can't breathe well here...

No I'm happy I came out I now exhibit no hesitation or indecision about which terrorist group I would join

My body is just fine and all that is required

New York jogging you think with a muffin top you can't complete those requirements and it's true diversity can take up those weapons in self defense

God I can't wait till I'm smelly enough to kick off the bus.....

He doesn't have to go or use any part of that school economy because if he saw some of it use other case histories stuff he would shoot it...and that's rain soaked smelly enough to get kicked off the bus

If I had to see any drug fuck trying to be a schizophrenic and kill off the actual schizophrenic population and stalk around with schizos stuff I would use any number of African tactical gear to objectify it away from the nation

Uhm well the job system told me I can't ever differentiate from high school....so if it's a flasher if I could just taze a creepy stripper that touched my meal plate I would so I don't ever have to afford their creepy kids gun protection school and die a broke cracker

The creepy restaurant system told me I have to pay their child support so I would let riot gear cops could to the situation and shock and tear gas everyone out of it before having to die of children's need and potential

[evoldir]

Fwd: Postdoc: Ifremer_France.MarineConservation

Begin forwarded message: > From: evoldir@evol.biology.mcmaster.ca > Subject: Postdoc: Ifremer_France.MarineConservation > Date: 6 December 2022 at 06:08:09 GMT > To: rdmpage@gmail.com > > > Dear Evoldir members, > > The French Institute for Research and Exploitation/Exploration of the > Seas (Ifremer) opened his annual call for post)doctoral fellows of 36 > months starting in 2023 to address one or several of the following topics: > > Protect and restaure the oceansSustainably manage marine resources for > the well being of human societyBuild and share a numeric Ocean > > The call can be consulted at: > > Join Ifremer foryour Post-Doc! > > en.ifremer.fr > > This call is open to applicants of any nationality who already have a > research experience (PhD or post doctoral contracts) outside mainland > France (i.e. a research experience in French overseas is eligible).Thesis > accreditation must have been obtained less than three years ago (from > the starting date of the future post-doctoral contract).  If you fit > these conditions, you may screen Ifremer website to identify the teams > which scientific projects would fit your proposal. > > In our team at Marbec, we would be happy to support the > candidature of a researcher interested in studying the extant, > distribution and drivers of benthic marine biodiversity through > the analysis and exploitation of an existing, large scale meta > barcoding dataset gathered in the framework of the eDNAbyss project > (https://ift.tt/riEpUHX). If this topic is > of interest to you, please don't hesitate to contact us to discuss the > research proposal you may consider submitting. > > Sophie Arnaud-Haond > Ifremer-MARBEC > > > Sophie Arnaud Haond

[ikaroux]

Hello, I am feeling a bit sick tonight and so I figured I would try requesting something. How would Kaeya, Venti, and Diluc comfort their close friend or s/o after having an upset stomach because of anxiety? Feel free to ignore if this breaks any rules or is triggering ;;

Hey, I hope you're feeling better? I understand how you feel, I've had a rough week myself and this request has made me feel a lot better. I hope it helps ease your mind a bit <3

Synopsis: You've had a bad day, stress and fatigue are getting to you and you find yourself with a stomachache. Your boyfriend comes to comfort you in the most adorable way.

Style: Cute, fluffy, f!reader.

Alert: None

Characters: Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya, Xiao, Venti, Albedo, Kazuha, Tartaglia/Childe, Razor, Scaramouche, Dainsleif.

Note: In the end I find myself once again doing all the characters, I can't take it anymore... I can't help it, I love them too much!

For the french people who pass by, I also post on wattpad !

Masterlist

Projects in progress and to come

You had been doing back-to-back adventurer's guild requests for several days in a row, each time coming home a little later than the day before. You were so tired, your week had been terrible and the stress was more present than ever. Everything you had accumulated during that week was eating away at your stomach, forming a painful knot inside. You wanted to go home to your lover. You wanted to be in his arms, to feel the warmth of his embrace. You wanted to hear his voice to soothe your soul. You wanted to cry, hoping that your tears would not disappoint him...

Diluc

The faint glow of dusk barely illuminated the vines surrounding the Domaine. Still, Diluc stood outside, examining each cluster, waiting for you to return. He missed you terribly. He was so worried about you, he hadn't heard from you in several days now. He knew that your missions were difficult and knowing you, they must have left you in a state of stress that was almost unbearable.

Diluc sighed silently, staring at the bunch of grapes in his hand. Tonight Diluc had made sure to get home early to spend as much time with you as possible. He had prepared a dinner for you, which had long since gone cold.

Worry was pressing on him.

He offered to help you, but you refused categorically, saying that he was already overworked between his inn, his business transactions and his nightly activities. You were not entirely wrong, he knew it, but he still regretted not having insisted more.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps followed by the slamming of the Domaine's front door alerted him. It was you, he was sure! Diluc quickly left the vineyard to join you, climbing the stairs two at a time. He looked for you in his office, in the library, before arriving at his bedroom door. Slowly, he turned the door handle, letting the sound of your sobs escape the room.

Diluc frowned with concern, hearing and seeing you crying was tearing at his heart. Without further thought, he entered the dark room, moving without hesitation to the bed where you were lying. Diluc had good vision, even in the dark, so he could see your body in the fetal position without any difficulty, clutching the pillow Diluc used to sleep on.

He inhaled sharply, his breath shaking slightly. He wanted so much to be your pillar, the one you would lean on in this kind of situation. So he lay down gently beside you, caressing your bare arm. You barely glanced at him, but he didn't take offense. You've often told him that you don't want to show your weaknesses or cry in front of him for fear of disappointing him. But that would never be the case. How could you disappoint him? He loved you so much, and just as you had accepted his qualities and flaws, he happily accepted yours.

"Come into my arms." - He had whispered affectionately to you.

You didn't immediately respond. He continued to caress your arm, hoping to encourage you with this gesture, and when another sob escaped you, you turned to bury yourself in Diluc's reassuring arms. Your legs entangled together, you could feel each other even closer.

Your face was buried in his chest and one of your hands dropped from his pillow to clutch his shirt. He was holding you so tightly to him, Diluc wished he could suck your pain away... The kisses he planted on the top of your head were so warm, you wanted to return all the affection he gave you, but not like this, not in this state.

His hands began to massage your tense shoulder blades before moving up to your neck. His hands were warm and soothing, you felt a part of you relax a little.

"It's going to be okay my love. I'm here..."

You slowly nodded, focusing all your attention on his voice. Diluc continued to whisper soft words to you until you felt your shoulders relax. His right hand came to rest under your chin, moving up your face to kiss it lovingly.

"Does your stomach hurt?" - You with nodded again. Diluc was a good observer, in fact, he had noticed that you were pressing his pillow against your stomach in the hope of easing some of the cramping that was shaking you. "Lie on your back, I'll give you a massage."

A little embarrassed, you still followed his instructions. Diluc kept his left arm wrapped around you as he began to lightly pull up your tank top and massage your stomach. His unoccupied hand stroked your hair. Throughout the process, he never stopped kissing your face or looking at you adoringly.

The pain in your stomach eventually faded away, your muscles relaxed. All the stress you had built up during the week seemed to be gone thanks to Diluc's care.

"Are you feeling better? Do you need a glass of water? I cooked something if you're hungry." - You shook your head, whispering to him that you only needed him near you. Your hand, already clutching his shirt, tightened its grip on him. You could hear his heartbeat, a heart that belonged to you. Diluc blushed with affection at your words and gestures. He adjusted his embrace on you to have you closer to him.

"I missed you Diluc..." - He smiled tenderly at you.

"I missed you too (y/n)... What do you say we take a little time for ourselves tomorrow? Just... you and me?" - You nodded with a tired smile. Relieved, Diluc continued his caresses and kisses until you fell asleep in his arms, and even so, he continued to whisper sweet nothings in your ear... He would not let you leave his arms tonight, and even tomorrow he would keep you close to him.

Zhongli

Zhongli knew that you had to return tonight from your missions. It was the first time you and he had been apart for so long, and although Zhongli kept a calm and serene facade, deep down his heart was longing for you. He would wait for you in your living room, sitting on the couch while reading one of the novels you had given him. Often, his gaze would turn to the clock that adorned the room. The clock was ticking and you were still not home...

The clatter of the door sounded in the house. Zhongli raised his smiling face to the hallway that connected the entrance to the living room. He carefully placed his book on the coffee table and prepared to join you... Until your blank stare froze him in his action. He slowly sat back down on the couch mattress without taking his eyes off you, holding out his hand to invite you to join him. You looked so tired, the pallor on your face worried him enormously. The trembling of your limbs did not escape him, Zhongli knew you well enough to know that your body was reacting to an intense accumulation of stress and exhaustion. He settled you on his legs, wrapping his arms around you and cradling you tenderly. His hand massaged your belly, relieving stomach cramps from your anxiety. He knew you were prone to pain when you were in this state.

He pulled you closer to him with his hand on your hip. You were safe in his arms now, your head resting heavily on his shoulder, close to his neck. Your hand clung to his strong chest as tears began to sting your eyes. You were so tired and restless, how could you not be after such a terrible week? Zhongli's lips were kissing your forehead, your nose. He whispered sweet nothings to you, reassured you. The spasms that shook your stomach began to calm down thanks to the tenderness of your lover.

"Tell me about your week, my love." - You had missed his deep, gravelly voice so much.

"Terrible. The adventurers' guild sent me all over Teyvat. There were so many problems, so many unexpected things... I thought I was never going to get home... I was so anxious to see you again Zhongli." - Your tears finally flowed. Your hands trembled as your nerves relaxed. Zhongli lifted your chin to gently kiss your lips, he was so gentle, so warm with you. He did not judge you. He didn't scold you. He was whispering softly in your ear, telling you that he missed you terribly too, and that he was happy to see you come home safely.

"Rest, my love. I will take care of you now." - Relieved by his words, you drifted off to sleep. Zhongli kept you in his arms for a few more minutes, basking in your presence. He would kiss your forehead before resting his cheek on it. Sometimes he would close his eyes just to smell you better. Seeing you in this state always made him feel very distressed and he was happy that his presence was enough to calm you down.

He eventually gently lifted your sleeping form in his arms to bring you back to your bed. Lying across from you, his fingers caressed your face, occasionally removing a few strands of hair.

"I love you (y/n)."

He kissed your forehead one last time before holding you close, resting his chin above your head. He would keep you like this until daybreak and more if necessary...

Kaeya

Kaeya was waiting for you at the entrance to the city, watching for any distant movement he could perceive. His patience was wearing thin, and if he didn't see you arrive in the next few minutes, he vowed to join you on the path that would take you back to Mondstadt. Your absence had been a real torment to him. He could not do without your presence, your love. He had only one thing to look forward to: finding you in his daily life.

His anticipation was rewarded by the sight of your silhouette approaching in the distance. Kaeya knew immediately that something was wrong. Your head was down and you were holding your stomach with your hand. Were you hurt?

Alerted, he ran towards you at full speed. He stopped abruptly in front of you, out of breath and worried.

"Are you hurt? Show me..." - Your hands were shaking and the area around your eyes was blackened with dark circles. Removing your hand, he saw no injury, which partially reassured him.

"Kaeya I... I'm not hurt, it's just... my stomach hurts... and I..." - your tears were starting to fall - "Sorry, I'm sorry... don't look at me please." - your nerves were giving out on you, intensifying the painful knot in your stomach.

Kaeya was looking at you with deep concern, he had never seen you in this state. You had told him before that stress could make you sick, but he had never imagined how much... Your hands hid your face as you crouched down in front of him. Kaeya reached down to your level, gently removing your hands from your face.

"Come (y/n), let's go sit down..." - He gently pulled you by the wrist to take you under the shade of a tree, sitting against the trunk first before settling you between his legs, your back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, his head resting on your shoulder. - "Calm down princess, you're home now..."

His hands gently rubbed your arms as his lips kissed your neck. He wiped your tears with his thumb. His hands never stopped caressing you until you stopped crying. Once you calmed down, Kaeya gently took your chin so that you could look into his eyes. A tender smile lit up his face.

"Let's go home. I'll run you a bath. What do you say?" - You smiled at the offer, rubbing your tear-swollen eyes.

"Only if you come inside with me..." - Your smile warmed his heart.

"Your wish is my command, ma'am." - You let out a soft laugh.

He helped you to your feet. He intertwined his fingers with yours, his thumb lovingly stroking you. He never let go of your hand, keeping it warmly in his until he reached the threshold of your apartment.

As promised, he ran you a hot bath. Kaeya helped you remove your dirty clothes before taking off his. Once both of you were naked, he entered the hot water first and as soon as he was comfortable, he held out his hand to invite you to join him. He placed you between his legs, massaging your shoulders and kissing your skin. He wanted to cherish you, to help you relax, which he did wonderfully. You fell asleep against him, your head resting against his chest. Kaeya looked at you adoringly, continuing his caresses on your water-warmed skin. He couldn't help but admire you, he thought you were so brave despite your tears. He was so proud to have you by his side that he couldn't help but whisper tender words in your ear.

"I love you, sunshine. Sweet dreams."

Xiao

Xiao was sitting on the roof of the Wangshu Inn, patiently waiting for you to come. A week without seeing you had been such a torture for him, although he would never admit it to you. How could he have become so attached to such a stubborn mortal? He had offered to accompany you on your missions, but you had refused, reminding him that his obligations to Liyue did not allow him to be away for a whole week. Xiao knew that you were right and that was what made him even angrier.

You were late, which had a way of annoying the Yaksha even more, though the annoyance was more due to his concern than your lateness itself.

"Xiao..."

Xiao gasped, listening more carefully to where the call for help was coming from.

"Xiao..."

He recognized your voice. Xiao disappeared, leaving behind a violent gust of wind.

He had appeared in front of you. His eyes were filled with concern when he saw you sitting against a rock, painfully holding your stomach. He quickly approached you, looking for any small injury. Your tired gaze met his amber eyes. He could see the tremors that shook your body. You slowly raised your hand to his face, gently caressing his cheek.

"Xiao, I'm... sorry. Can you... can you take me home please?"

Without saying a word, he grabbed your wrist to place a quick kiss on it before lifting you into his arms. He used his vision again to bring you both back to the room at the inn. He helped you sit in a chair before quickly fetching you a glass of water. He stayed by your side, caressing the exhausted features of your face.

"Are you in pain somewhere?" - You simply nodded, pressing your hand to your stomach. - "Are you sick? I'll go get you a healer..." - Xiao was already heading for the door when you stopped him by grabbing his hand.

"I'm not sick, I'm... just having trouble dealing with my stress. I'm sorry to bother you Xiao, please stay close to me... I missed you." - You started to sob. Your tears were Xiao's weakness and he couldn't resist hugging you anymore.

"I... missed you too (y/n)."

He had crouched down in front of you, intertwining his fingers with yours. He pressed his forehead against you, closing his eyes at the sensation. His thumbs tenderly caressed the backs of your hands, waiting patiently for your sobs to subside. He wanted to see your smile, he wanted to know you were happy and rested. The pain in your belly was fading until it disappeared completely. Xiao's presence and kindness had been a real remedy for you.

"Thank you Xiao."

"Why are you thanking me? I didn't do anything special." - You smiled tenderly at him. He didn't realize that his presence alone was enough to take the weight off your shoulders.

"Thank you." - Xiao blushed slightly, averting his gaze from yours.

"I really don't understand mortals..." - You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his lips to silence him. Xiao lifted you up in his arms to lay you down in the bed, continuing to tenderly kiss your lips and face. He didn't stop, even when you fell asleep in his arms. He wanted your sleep to be peaceful... making sure that no nightmares disturbed you.

Venti

Venti was pacing the streets of Mondstadt. He was waiting for you impatiently, watching the entrance to the city every minute. He couldn't stand your absence, he needed to hear your voice, to feel your embrace. You were his love, his muse, and the current source of all his anguish! By the seven, why were you so late?! Venti couldn't take it anymore, he went to the gates of the city to look for you, but he was quickly stopped in his momentum. He collided violently with your exhausted body, making you fall heavily to the ground.

"Haa! (y/n) Sorry! I didn't... see you..." - Venti had knelt down beside you. He immediately noticed from your pale complexion and dull eyes that something was wrong. His fingers found your hair, tucking a few strands behind your ear. Without asking, he helped you up and dragged you through the streets of the city. He stopped for a few moments in front of a bakery, buying some pastries before heading back to the lake surrounding Mondstadt.

"Wait Venti... please..." - He turned his gaze to you for a few moments, slowing his pace slightly. When he saw your eyes glistening with tears, he instantly stopped walking. He drew you into his arms, his hands caressing your back reassuringly. - "I'm tired, my stomach hurts, I can't take it anymore and... I missed you..." - He smiled into your neck.

"I missed you too my beautiful flower." - Venti straightened up to face you. He stroked your cheek with his thumb before kissing your trembling lips. - "Come on, just a little more effort and you can rest!"

You nodded, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. You grabbed the one Venti was holding out to you to continue on your way leading you to the lake. He led you near an apple tree, where the shade would protect you both from the sun. Once comfortably seated on the grass, Venti invited you with a gentle smile to rest your head on his thighs. You were already feeling better, the warmth of the archon was energizing you and his fingers stroking your hair was soothing the lump that had once formed in your belly. Venti knew that when he stroked your hair, you relaxed instantly.

Your eyes closed on their own as your ears enjoyed the archon's song. You felt so calm, so serene, as if this week had never happened, and in a final whisper, you told him:

"I love you Venti..." - His cheeks flushed. She had missed hearing those words so much.

Despite his happy face, Venti hated to see you in such pain. He would have done anything to get rid of all the burdens that were weighing you down. He had bought you your favorite pastries with the moras he had saved for his own use. He let you sleep quietly on him, continuing without interruption his caresses in your hair and singing some tunes that you had inspired him. When you woke up, he would offer you something to cheer you up. In the meantime, his loving gaze would not leave you for a single moment...

"I love you more (y/n)."

Albedo

Your absence had been harder to bear than he thought. Albedo had had the idea of going to Dragonspine Mountain during your absence to better cope with the separation, but even so, he couldn't stop his mind from wandering. How many times had he taken out his sketchbook to draw a sketch of you? He had stopped counting long ago.

When the day of your return arrived, Albedo had come down from the mountain very early in the morning to welcome you home. Since he had your spare keys, he was able to enter your apartment with the groceries in hand to prepare your favorite dish. Since he had not taken the time to return home, his belongings had been placed nonchalantly on the shoe cabinet at your entrance. Even though it was strange for him, he couldn't deny his need to see you again soon. He missed you, terribly...

He kept looking at the wall clock in your kitchen, constantly wondering what could be keeping you waiting. But he was instantly reassured when he heard the sound of your keys in the lock.

You dropped your belongings heavily to the floor, sighing with fatigue at the loss of the weight that encumbered you. Your head hurt and your stomach hurt. Once in the quiet of your home, you couldn't help but replay the week in your head. You were sick to your stomach just thinking about it, your nerves were on edge and you were still wondering how you didn't snap. You put your keys on the shoe cabinet, noticing Albedo's bag and sketchbook a little late. You couldn't help but open it to look at his sketches. As you looked through it, tears came to your eyes, there were only drawings of you. You then put the notebook down in its place to run and find your lover.

"Albedo! Albedo!" - Your voice trembled with emotion and fatigue. You wanted to see him, you needed to see him. A succulent smell coming from the kitchen indicated to you the position of Albedo, who was already rushing out of the kitchen to meet you. You jumped at his neck, taking him by surprise.

"(y/n), what's wrong? Did your assignments go badly?" - You shook your head. The concern in his voice touched you deeply.

Albedo hugged your waist, immediately noticing your tense muscles. He then lifted you in his arms back into the living room chair. You were sitting on his lap, your legs on either side of his hips. One of his hands was resting behind your neck to keep you against his neck while the other clung to your back, rubbing it up and down. He didn't really know what he should do to help you relax, so he continued his caresses, sometimes drawing random shapes on your skin and occasionally placing hesitant kisses on your temple. He had never seen you in such a state of anxiety, your body was shaking and your muscles were tense to the extreme. Albedo knew the human anatomy, he suspected that the state you were in must have caused you some muscle pain and maybe even a stomach ache.

"Do you have any pain? I can make you a potion to ease the pain." - You pulled your face away from his neck to look into his eyes.

"It's better now that you're here..." - A strong blush painted his cheeks. It was his turn to plunge his face in the hollow of your neck, his arms tightening their embrace around you. You stayed in his arms for a few more minutes, each filling the void left by the other's absence, until Albedo suggested you go and eat the dish he had prepared for you.

He would end up massaging your body muscles with oils he had concocted himself until you fell asleep...

Kazuha

Kazuha was on the Crux fleet when you left for your missions. Beidou had pledged to bring him back for your return, which added to the list of things Kazuha owed him. He had left before you did, extending your separation by another week. Your farewell had been hard on both of you, two weeks without seeing you, without talking to you had inflicted more sadness on him than he could have imagined. He had held you in his arms for fifteen minutes on the pontoon that was connected to the Crux, kissing your neck, your lips, your eyes. When he was called by the crew, his heart sank, and when he parted from you, his hand only let go at the very end.

He knew you were stressed from the week's work ahead, he could tell by your pallor and squirming. Your stomach was already in knots when he left, Kazuha was afraid you would end up getting sick.

He was waiting for you at the northern entrance of Liyue Port, sitting on a rock, a tree leaf pinched between his lips. He played an Inazuma tune to wait until he saw your figure in the distance.

You looked more tired than when he left, barely paying attention to what was in front of you. You hadn't even noticed him yet...

Rather than waiting for you, Kazuha came to meet you, raising your face to him when he was in front of you. You were even paler than the day he left you. Your face was tired and you were trembling, showing a strong nervousness. You were not well and he knew it, which made him even more upset.

At first surprised by his sudden presence, you quickly recovered from your emotions and silently wrapped yourself in his arms. Kazuha was not surprised, he needed your physical contact as much as you did. It was the best way for both of you to forget all your anxieties and problems.

He cuddled you gently at first, before tightening his embrace as you did with him.

"It's okay (y/n), you can relax now..." - His voice was soft and soothing. It had an immediate effect on your nerves.- "Breathe slowly, first through your nose and then through your mouth... there you go, listen to my breathing, follow the rhythm of my chest."- You listened to his instructions, following his rhythm. Very quickly, you felt calmer, more relaxed. - "Let's go home for..."

"Just a little longer please." - He smiles into your neck.

"Whatever you want sweetheart."

And as promised, he held you in his arms for as long as you needed. He only broke away from you when you placed a kiss on his neck. His cheeks were slightly rosy and he kissed you on the lips in return. He was so happy to see you again. So happy to be back home.

Childe

Childe didn't know which of you would be more stressed. He, who couldn't stand a week without you, imagining you facing all the dangers? Or you, who would spend a week doing one mission after another for the guild, far from home, far from him?

Childe sighed, he thought he was immature sometimes.

He was well aware of the look on your face when you left, which showed a growing nervousness in you. He would have loved to come with you, but the Tsaritsa had ordered him to stay in Liyue until further notice. Childe knew how difficult it was for you to deal with stress, he had seen you bend over in pain after a particularly complicated mission. You would easily get teary-eyed when the weight on your shoulders became too much and the harbinger was the only one who knew how to calm you down.

The week passed slowly without you, and when the long-awaited day of your return arrived, Childe was waiting for you at home, pacing around your living room. He had sent all his subordinates packing, telling them not to come and disturb him or face his wrath. He wanted to spend this day with you, and only you. He was nervous himself, he didn't know in what state he would get you back. To calm down, he had to go out into your garden, sword in each hand to start a training session. He was going through the motions, both fast and agile, he did not hear the sound of your footsteps approaching him.

"Childe..."

He stopped all his movements to turn hastily to the source of the noise. You were sitting on the stairs leading to your garden, your arms wrapped around your stomach. Childe dropped the weapons he was holding to rush to you. His hands went to either side of your cheeks, cupping your face as his eyes searched you up and down for any injury. Reassured to find none, he kissed your lips before coming to sit behind you. His hands went first to your shoulders. He could feel how tense they were, so he quickly massaged them before wrapping his protective arms around you.

"It's okay, honey, close your eyes..."

Your eyes closed under his instruction. You felt his hands move over your eyes as his lips brushed the skin of your ear.

"Relax, just imagine that you are sitting on a beach. The sea in front of you is a beautiful azure color. The cry of the seagulls blends perfectly with the sounds of the waves..."

You listened intently to Childe's voice, imagining everything he was telling you until you forgot your pain and anguish. He guided you perfectly, his voice was full of love for you, it hypnotized you, captivated you. When he felt the calmness take hold of you, his arms came back to embrace you.

"There you go my beautiful. Now tell me about your week..."

Razor was waiting for you at the edge of the forest, sitting quietly on the trunk of a tree. A few wolves were lying around him, comforting the young man in need of you with their presence. He was focused on the noises, the smells that penetrated the place, hoping with each new sound, each new flagrance that it was you who was coming back from your mission. His gaze went to the starry sky, the moon shining high in the sky. It was already late... You had told him you were coming back today and he was waiting for you, again and again, getting sadder and sadder with every minute you were gone.

Razor closed his eyes and sighed loudly. A part of him was uncomfortable and he was now able to put a word to what he was feeling: worry. Yes, he was worried about you and even more so when he finally smelled your scent, which was slightly different than usual. It didn't seem as sweet... he didn't smell blood, just... a smell that reminded him a bit of wolves when they were scared or anxious. Razor rose from his makeshift seat to join you.

You walked slowly along the forest path, gently massaging your aching belly. Your week had been particularly rough and stressful and now that you were back home, all your negative feelings seemed to be focused on your stomach, making you feel almost unbearably nauseous.

The sound of a broken twig made you jump violently. Turning your head sharply toward the source of the sound, you opened your eyes wide at the sight of Razor, perched on top of a small cliff along the path. When he saw you, his eyes were lit with sudden joy. He jumped from his perch to run to you. Without warning, he took you in his arms, hugging your exhausted body a little too tightly.

"(y/n) Finally home, Razor was worried!" - a sigh of relief escaped you as you were finally in Razor's arms.

"Sorry I'm late..."

You felt him sniff your skin, making you blush with embarrassment. He moved away from you to get a better look at you, stroking the top of your head as if to reassure you.

"Lupical needs to rest. Razor senses that Lupical is not feeling well. I'll take care of you." - You smiled tenderly.

"Thanks wolf." - This time it was the young man's turn to blush. He didn't know why, but he loved being called that by you. You drew him to you, caressing his lips with yours in a soft kiss before taking him in your arms. He wasn't used to the typical human affection yet, but he loved it. He stroked your back as you sometimes did with him when he was sad, he even dared to place a small kiss on your neck.

Razor was so adorable, how could you not relax when you were in his arms?

"Who gave me a bunch of good-for-nothing, unable to follow my instructions? Get up!"

Scaramouche stared hatefully at his kneeling underlings on the ground, exhausted after inhuman training imposed by the harbinger. He was angry and frustrated, and that much anyone could tell by his frozen expression and haughty eyes.

"Please sir, just give us a few moments to recover..."

Scaramouche's eye jumped. He was boiling inside, he wanted to hit something, someone. Maybe that fool who had just begged him to rest, thus challenging his authority?

He kept thinking about you. You were late for a whole day! How dare you keep him waiting!

"Shut up. I didn't tell you to rest. Go on. I want to see you spit blood if I have to."

Dismayed, his henchmen struggled to their feet before picking up their weapons again. One of them looked hopefully behind the young man.

"Sir..."

"What?!" - Gunner Fatui pointed at a few things behind Scaramouche, who turned around with a sigh of boredom before flinching at the sudden assault of your arms around his neck.

You hid your exhausted face in his neck, rubbing your nose against it. Scaramouche didn't know what to do, his arms were frozen at his sides and his eyes looked at you in horror, darting between you and his minions.

"What are you looking at? Go away!"

He didn't have to say it twice. The two of you were soon alone, allowing Scaramouche to relax his arms and wrap them around you.

"You are so embarrassing..." - The sound of your sobs reached his ears. He hated to see you cry. He sighed, adjusting his grip on you.- "Don't cry..."- He could feel your body shaking, at the end of his nerves. Scaramouche felt that anger rise in him again. What could have put you in such a state of stress? Unconsciously or not, his fingers got tangled in your hair, massaging your scalp while his other hand tended to your neck. Despite his harsh words, he was still loving and kind to you. You were special, unique to him, and seeing you in such pain upset him more than he could imagine. He didn't know what to say to you, in fact... he preferred to keep his mouth shut for fear of hurting you. He thought he couldn't soothe someone because of his... twisted nature?

When you stopped crying, you moved away from his chest, looking him straight in the eye. You stroked his cheek before placing a tender kiss on his lips, causing a faint blush to form on his cheekbones.

"I'm home..."

"Tch, you're late..." - you smiled softly, linking your lips with his again. His hands clutched at your clothes with passion. You were so... Awkward, yes so... adorably awkward.

Dainsleif was naturally calm and thoughtful. His presence alone was usually enough to calm you down when you felt anxiety creeping up your gullet. His deep voice hypnotized you and his eyes made you sink into a silent and serene ocean. You needed him, you needed his presence. So why did your legs refuse to move? Your meeting place was not far away, you were about to see him again!

Your stomach twisted with pain with every movement, fatigue weighed on your body, stress prevented you from thinking properly. You felt so bad... so bad... that your eyes closed on their own.

When you woke up, the light of a campfire partially blinded you, forcing you to hurriedly close your eyes with a low groan.

"It's all right (y/n). Open your eyes slowly." - That voice? Dain?

As he advised you, you cautiously opened your eyes, slowly letting them adjust to the light. Before you sat cross-legged Dainsleif. He was affectionately stroking your hair, his concerned gaze never leaving your face.

"There, that's good. Drink this." - He handed you a wooden cup filled with a purple substance. You didn't know what it was and the smell of it didn't make you want to know. - "I know, the smell is not pleasant, but this potion will calm your tummy talk." - You winced as you took the cup from his hand. Your eyes lingered on his before you swallowed the foul-smelling liquid in one gulp. The taste was like the smell, disgusting.- "That's good my love, you were brave."

"Dain... how... I think I passed out... and... how did I end up here?" - He gently stroked your forehead, wiping away the few droplets of sweat that beaded on your skin.

"I was worried that you wouldn't show up. I looked everywhere for you, until I found you lying along the path. I'm the one who brought you back here."

You slowly straightened up, staring at the ground with a blank stare.

"I'm sorry I worried you Dain... I can't control my anxiety, it's like it's eating me up inside. I feel... so weak... I'm probably not made for this."

You felt a hand grab your head, pulling you closer to Dainsleif's broad chest. His arms wrapped around you, he cuddled you with love and tenderness.

"You are not weak. You never were. You're just human and it's normal for humans to succumb to their emotions sometimes. (y/n)...you're so human, that's why I love you so much."

A sudden warmth had invaded your cheeks. Tears came to your eyes, Dain was such a gentle man, so tender. The wisdom of his words brought you back to reality. You were human and therefore not infallible. Dainsleif accepted you completely.

You settled better in his arms, lifting your head to claim a kiss on your lips, which he gladly gave you.

"I love you my love. Rest, I will be by your side when you wake up."