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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 year ago

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Not A Verstappen: A New World {5}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: Pressure seems to be coming from all directions and it's only a matter of time before you explode. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, mention of drugs, angst WC: 2k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine NAV: A New World One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six

Silverstone Grand Prix Lando hadn’t stopped moving all night. If he wasn’t dancing, he was circling the club and talking to everyone that had come out to celebrate his second place finish at his home race, or DJing. His excitement had been infectious enough to replace the disappointment from the seventh place finish for you and the ninth place for Charles.

“Mamour, dance with me,” Charles begged as he appeared behind you, a drink in one hand and the other on the small of your back. His palm rubbed soothing circles and you leant back into the touch with a groan. “Does your back still hurt?”

The porpoising of the car had been horrific and even Kristian’s hands hadn’t been able to ease the ache after the race, but you didn’t want Charles to worry as you turned to face him. “Yeah, it’s sore from carrying my team.”

His laugh warmed your ear before his cold lips kissed the space beneath. “That’s my girl.”

“Yes I am, now where is our boy?” You scanned the crowd looking for Lando but instead found his parents dancing together and sharing whispers. “I was always jealous of you guys.”

“For what?”

“That. Having parents that loved each other. I thought I was missing out on something,” you said with a nod to Adam and Cisca before clearing your throat at the unexpected wistfulness that arose. “I’m just going to get some fresh air. Why don’t you find Lando and I’ll meet you there?”

You didn’t wait for an answer as you escaped the busy room to the balcony on the upper level. Clouds of flavoured smoke greeted you from the people who had gone to vape where they were allowed and you squeezed through until you found a small pocket of space in the back corner.

“You look like you could use this more than me.”

You looked at the joint the stranger offered, more than likely some friend of a friend of Lando’s, and you raised your hand to wave away the smoke that drifted your way. “No, thank you.”

“Go on, it’ll help you relax.”

“I don’t need to relax, alright, so just fuck off would you?”

“Woah, lovie, calm down,” he laughed before taking a long drag and blowing the bitter sweet smoke in your face.

“Don’t tell me to calm down,” you bit out, barely feeling the burn of the spliff in your palm as you snatched it from him. “And I’m not your fucking ‘lovie’-”

“Baby. Babe! What’s going on?” Lando slid between you, forcing the stranger back as he took your hand and swore. “What the hell did you do, Jakob?”

“Nothing, bro, you’re girl looked like she was stressing,” Jakob said with an innocent shrug. “I was just trying to help.”

“H-help?!” you stammered as your hands turned to fists with the growing anger burning hotter than your hand. “I would lose my seat you fucking imbecile. Your idiot friend was trying to get me to smoke weed.”

“Why are you getting angry at me?” Lando asked as he stepped back. “I was coming to see if you were alright. Just calm down for a second, love.”

You had seen Romain Grosjean’s car explode when he crashed in Bahrain, heard the audible pop that rippled through the air before the wall of flames erupted. You imagined that something similar was happening inside you. “Don’t tell me to calm down,” you hissed quietly as you felt the stares of everyone on the balcony. “This is fucking calm.”

Lando’s eyes were wide as he reeled back, his jaw dropping at the tone you took. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I guess I am my father’s daughter.” You felt your lips tugging though there was nothing to smile about and it was as if you were a passenger in your own body. You couldn’t control the words as they tumbled out of your mouth with a harsh laugh.

You looked at the joint in your hand, an angry blister appearing where it had burnt you, and saw the tip was still aglow. Rolling it in your fingers you started to lift it to your lips as you wondered what it would taste like, if it would relax your racing mind and tired body.

“We’re leaving,” Lando growled as he grabbed your wrist and started to drag you back inside, the joint falling to the floor.

“What happened?” Charles asked the moment he saw the hard look on Lando’s face and tight grip on your limp arm.

“I don’t know, ask Spitfire. Miss Verstappen here is starting fights and taking drugs now apparently.”

“Don’t call her that.”

“Maybe Daddy Dearest and I can share a cell one day, work on that father/daughter bond we never had,” you laughed darkly. “Oh wait, no we can’t because he only got home detention and gets to spend all day with Kelly and Blue playing happy families.”

“Non, non, your lawyer said Jos would get three years minimum,” Charles said as he looked between you and Lando with disbelief. “His stunt could have killed you.”

“I know. I was there, funnily enough.” You shifted on your feet wishing you hadn’t worn heels and you debated kicking them off. “At least Blue doesn’t have to grow up without a dad - at least she will think he gives a shit about her.”

Lando’s fingers eased their grip from your wrist and slipped down to hold your hand. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Because it doesn’t matter. It would only upset you and it doesn’t bother me - I have a restraining order against him.”

“But it is obviously bothering you, baby,” he said as he shared a look with Charles. “We’ve both noticed you’ve been acting a little crazy for a while.”

“Well I only found out after we got here so thanks for that. Look, I’m just going to head back to the hotel and find mum.” You pulled away from them as the laser lights caught the shimmer of tears running down your cheeks. “I don’t want to ruin your night any more than I already have.”

“Wait, no,” Lando argued as he took a step after you, tripping over the heels you had slipped off before disappearing into the crowd and missing his quiet words, “you haven’t ruined anything.”

Your feet ached from the run to the hotel and your boobs weren’t feeling much better. The clubbing dress wasn’t exactly one that a supportive bra could fit under so you felt each slap of your feet on the pavement reverberate up your body and bounce them uncomfortably. A few people stared as you rushed by but most people out at the late hour had their own problems to deal with rather than worrying about the person running like a madwoman down the street.

“Am I crazy?”

Your mother looked a little perplexed as she opened the door to her suite wider to let you in, her eyes narrowing at your bare feet as you walked past panting. “Is this a serious question or rhetorical?”

“I’m being serious, mum.”

“Well,” she said as she pointed to the couch and turned off the TV that was playing the evening news, “I think you are safe if you’re asking that. Most crazy people wouldn’t ask if they are crazy.”

You fell into the couch heavily and rubbed your temples furiously. “There’s something wrong with me though.”

You felt the seat beside you sink in as she sat down before she pulled your hands away. “Why do you say that, honey?”

“I don’t know, I just feel off. Unbalanced. I keep fucking things up with Lando and Charles and I know one day they will get sick of it and leave me. And I wouldn’t blame them.”

“Those boys love you, and what you three have is special but relationships are hard, sweetheart. They take time and energy to maintain. You have to work to keep them going strong, work on both the relationship and yourself.” She paused as she looked at your hands in hers, your nails almost non-existent from the biting habit that had resurfaced in recent months. “What's really on your mind? I haven’t seen you this stressed since your first karting race.”

“Fuck,” you swore under your breath as you pulled your knees up to your chest and wiped your eyes. “I don’t know what I’m doing, mum. Last year I had Max on my team and I knew he had my back, now I feel like I have a target on mine.”

“I thought Lawernce was pleased with your work.”

“Points equal money so Lawrence is happy, but Lance is struggling more than me at getting them lately. The upgrades just aren’t doing enough and the further I get ahead in the standings the tenser things are with him, but I need to push harder. I have no hope of beating Max or Checo without the RB19, so, so, so maybe I’m just not that good a driver like everyone said.”

“Oh, honey,” she cooed softly as she wrapped an arm around your shoulders and tucked you into her side. “You are a great driver, no matter the car.”

“I want to believe that but I’m second guessing myself over every decision I’ve made and it makes me so angry that I’m snapping at everyone around me, especially Charles and Lando. I know I’m the problem, mum, I just don’t know how to fix me, or if I even can be…What if there’s just too much Verstappen in here?” Your fist slammed against your chest and as if to prove your point the sound was as hollow as you felt.

Sitting up straight, your mother gave you the look that made you shift uncomfortably before her lips parted. “You listen to me, and you listen well: you are not broken, and there is nothing to ‘fix’. Max, Victoria and Blue all share the same blood as you and they are not broken either. You are more than who your father is and there is nothing wrong with being a Verstappen.”

“Then why didn’t you call me that? If it’s not that bad, why isn’t it on my birth certificate?”

Your mother sighed deeply and she suddenly looked tired - as if her age was catching up with her at the late hour. “Honey, I was your age when I found out I was pregnant. I was young and heartbroken and alone.”

You couldn’t blame her, you could hardly imagine trying to raise a kid alone, especially one that was a reminder of what was probably the worst betrayal she had faced. It had probably put her off ever wanting another relationship again. “How come you never dated anyone after Jos?”

“I dated other men, honey. I didn’t become a nun,” she teased with a nudge of her shoulder. “You just never met any of them.”

You tried not to think about the nun statement too much but you couldn’t help asking, “Why?”

She shrugged nonchalantly. “Because you are the most precious gift I ever received and I wasn’t going to bring just anyone into our home. The only man I wanted to bring home was one prepared to be a father to you, we were a package deal.”

Your brows pinched together as you understood yet another sacrifice she had made for you growing up. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. You’ll understand it when you’re a mother one day - when you’re older, much older, and retired from racing.” She patted your knee twice at the knock on the door and stood up to open it. “Evening gentlemen, come to collect our Champ?”

You looked to the door and found Lando leaning against the frame with your heels hanging from his fingertips. Charles stood beside him with a hand on his waist.

“Actually, we were wondering if we could have a family meeting.”

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#charles leclerc x reader #lando norris x reader #charles leclerc fanfic #lando norris fanfic #charles leclerc imagine #lando norris imagine #formula one imagine #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 x reader #Charles leclerc x reader x lando norris

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zaceouiswriting · 11 months ago

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Overprotective Brothers

Characters: Brett Talbot (mentioned) x male reader, male reader and his brothers

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: Nothing but fluff

The house was quiet, except for the usual noises of the people living there. One was in the designated gym at the back of the house, one was lounging in the living room eating a protein bar, the third was in the kitchen secretly trying to eat most of the previous day's leftovers, the fourth was in a bathroom, showering and the fifth was in his room trying to concentrate on his school work.

But all harmony was shattered when the front door was thrown open, flying into the wall and shaking the entire house. The first person to look into the hallway leading to the front door were the one in the kitchen and the one lounging in the living room, both craning their heads to see what happened.

Their alarm bells went off when they saw their little brother come in. The shower went off, and another young man rushed toward the front wearing nothing but a towel, ready to fight. The fourth young man ran shortly behind him, drenched in sweat. Only the fifth one hasn't moved. He was still trying to finish his work.

All four watched as their little brother stomped upstairs, where they heard him slam his bedroom door. This also caused the fifth to finally walk downstairs to face his four brothers, confusion engraved on his sharp facial features.

“He didn’t close the door,” Roland, who was relaxing in the living room, was the first to speak.

All four others looked at the door and nodded that he was right. And that it was extraordinary as the youngest has been very strict with safety since a break in two years prior.

“He looked upset,” Markus, still chewing on his stolen food, told the others, concern written on his face.

Another silence fell over them as all five looked at each other. All nodded again, having seen it too.

“I saw tears in his eyes,” said Leon, the one in the towel, as he ran a hand through his medium-length, wet hair.

This was the first time not everyone nodded, as most hadn't seen them because they were focused on other things.

“He had his fists clenched, and there was a bit of blood on his collar,” said Chris, the fourth, still drenched in sweat.

Another time, no one said anything, growing more worried by the second as they all knew how gentle and kind their little brother had always been. No one could truly believe that he would do something that could harm another person.

When Jakob felt their expectant gaze, he could hardly meet their eyes.

"He didn't greet me," he said in a fearful tone. "Did I do something wrong?"

The other four looked at him in shock, wondering if that was the only thing he cared about. They knew he was a bit of an idiot, but this?

“And he brought mud into the house.”

Confused, all the other four looked at the ground but couldn't see anything, but when the fifth pointed to the stairs their little brother had stomped up, they saw the steps were covered in fresh mud.

“At least you have more on your head than expected,” Roland and Leon said simultaneously, already used to Jakob’s idiocy. But contrary to expectations, Jacob was not angry. The opposite was clearly visible on his face: he was thrilled.

“Do you guys mean it?” he asked with sparkling eyes. He believed his hopes that the hours of staring at his books had finally helped as he always felt inferior, especially to their youngest brother.

All four others looked at each other just before they shook their heads. They walked past him, patting him on the chest, shoulders, and back with deep empathy. Jacob couldn't understand why they did this, but he still believed they were proud of him for becoming smarter. He bathed in the love of his brothers.

He bathed in it for so long that his brothers were already upstairs and stood in front of their youngest brother's door, knocking on it relentlessly.

When Jacob realized this, he quickly jumped up the stairs, threw himself in front of the door, and looked at his brothers disapprovingly.

“That’s enough!" His voice boomed through the narrow hallways of their home. "He's already emotionally exhausted. Pressuring him to tell you what happened will only make things worse!”

All the other four looked at Jacob like he was growing a second head, confused as to why he was reacting so violently.

Just a moment later, as the emotions within all five of them grew more and more intense, the door they were all standing in front of suddenly opened. Two arms reached out from it and wrapped themselves around Jacob's trained body. Tears soaked his shirt as his little brother cried sorrowfully into him. Jakob turned around carefully without breaking contact with his little brother. All of the other four stared at him with increasing confusion.

“Come on, let’s get in and sit down, okay? You must be tired."

No one thought their little brother would say anything, but to their shock, he agreed in a weak voice. Immediately afterward, Jacob lifted him into the air and carried him to the bed. Almost as if he had done so hundreds of times.

They lingered in the hallway, unsure if they should follow, but ultimately decided to enter their youngest brother's bedroom. They were shocked by their fifth brother's sudden change; he had never been so considerate.

They all found themselves sitting around Jakob and their little brother sitting on his lap, crying his eyes out, sputtering words nobody except for Jakob could understand.

“Brett did this to you? I swear-" The younger man desperately tried to calm Jacob down. And it worked quickly. "Yeah, okay. I promise we won't do anything that could get us into big trouble." Suddenly, the younger brother slapped him on the arm. "Okay," Jakob said, laughing, "We're not doing anything!"

The four other brothers could do nothing but look at the pair in confusion. Jacob felt their eyes on him, so he finally turned to his other brothers. In an almost dismissive tone, he asked, “What?”

“What did Brett do?” all four asked simultaneously.

“Oh, he fought with Liam again. And our little one here tried to get some distance between the two, but Brett attacked him. He didn't fight back because he was his boyfriend. But Brett didn't apologize. And on the way home, he was attacked by some hunters. The blood is theirs.”

The four others looked at each other and were even more confused, but Markus asked anyway: "And you got this from incomprehensible words?"

“You didn't?” Jacob knew then he could do something the others didn’t, and he loved it. “We have a special bond since our little one helps me with everything, and I train him. We are together almost all day.”

Jealousy was clearly visible on everyone else's faces, and before Jacob knew it, they were all jumping on him and their little one. He could barely protect their little brother with his arms and hardly put any distance between him and their four other brothers.

“Are all quintuplets as annoying as you?” asked the youngest of the six siblings, annoyed, barely able to speak through his tears.

“We just love you!” the five said to him in unison.

They cuddle and tickle their youngest, and soon, laughter fills his once-depressing bedroom. Despite losing their parents a long time ago, their family has never fallen apart, and it's all because of their youngest, as the five knew they had to protect him and because he is the last Alpha of their family.

When evening came, and the youngest was sound asleep, the quintuplets, all dressed in camouflage clothing, stood at the front door. They were ready to hunt down their little one's ex-boyfriend for hurting him.

As Markus reached for the front door handle, a sharp voice cut through the air, causing him to freeze like his identical brothers.

"And where do you think you're going?" asked the youngest from the bottom of the stairs.

An eerie silence fell over the five's previously gloomy but happy mood. Everyone looked back and saw their little brothers' red Alpha eyes. Quickly, they looked at each other fearfully. They knew they couldn't get out of this without getting a good scolding from him. Markus opened the door wide and fled so fast he knew their little one couldn't get after him, and most of his identical brothers did the same, except for Jacob. He wasn't quick enough to run out, as he had been staring at their little brother for too long to catch him before he could reach the door. The youngest brother slammed the door and locked it, his eyes looking deep into his older brother's blue glowing Beta ones. Jacob swallowed loudly and fell to his knees, ready to tell his brother anything he wanted to hear.

[Masterlist]

#brett talbot x male reader #Brett Talbot #teen wolf x male reader #teen wolf #fluff #x male reader #male reader #overprotective

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pacificovertures · 10 months ago

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EDIT: i turned off reblogs bc it was becoming kind of insane, make your own damn post

man chain posts are kinda overwhelming so im starting over… thanks to @serenadeofthestars for tagging me though >w<

here we go~

last song: “old money bitch” — underscores

last tv show: last night i made jakob watch kanon and kaginado w me lmao

sweet/spicy/savory?: between these, definitely savory but you know i’m always a freak for SOUR

relationship status: aw man i was waiting for valentine’s to make a post but i think it’s pretty obvious that jakob and i are together and have been since last fall lol

last google: “lovebug” because i was trying to explain lovebugs to a friend who didnt grow up in an area where they spawned

current obsession: ffxiv especially the ancients lore i am huffing that copium so hard ask me about my wol im begging you

tagging: the regulahs @blackglasses66 @rpglesbian @polafuka @maddelineusher @offarawaysnfuturedays-inmydreams and new mutual @libraryfag just bc im curious abt you

#relations #tag game #yippee

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mybeingthere · 1 year ago

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Tom Seidmann Freud (1892-1930)

Tom Seidmann Freud, nee Martha Freud, a children's book illustrator and author celebrated for her deceptively simple yet modern style. An eccentric niece of Sigmund Freud, she was born in Vienna in 1892 and moved with her family nine years later to Berlin. She was an artistically gifted child, at fifteen changed her name to Tom (allegedly to avoid sexism she might encounter as a female artist). She eventually studied art, first in London and then in Berlin and in Munich, where she focused on Art Nouveau illustration.

From 1914 to her death at thirty-eight in 1930, she published nearly a dozen books of her own and contributed illustrations to others. Today, nearly one hundred years late, her artwork looks surprisingly contemporary with its simple, folk art aesthetic and fantastical story lines about rabbit words, talking fish, and magic boats. Her illustrations are childish but not babyish, and surreal while also being thoughtful and narrative.

Strikingly fresh in its day, Seidmann-Freud's work was an example of how seriously people took children's literature as an art form. While Seidmann-Freud wrote, and illustrated her own stories, she also illustrated classical fairy tales, such as those by Brothers Rimm and Hanns Christian Andersen, in her Ten Tales for Children. She released her most well-known children's book, Die Fishreise (The Fish's Journey), in 1923.

Seidmann-Freud created her illustrations using the ancient pochoir technique that was experiencing a revival. She drew the figures, foreground, and background with ink and then overlaid watercolors using stencils. Seidmann-Freud experimented with several different kinds of children's books, including ABC books, songbooks, game books, and movable books such as Das Wunderhaus (The House of Wonders, 1927) and Das Zauberboot (The Magic Boat, 1929), subtitled "a book to Turn and Move." She also produced a series of counting books known for their typographical innovation, one of which was chosen for the Museum of Modern art's 2012 exhibition Century of the child: Growing by Design, 19000-2000, in New York.

In the early 1920s, she and her husband, writer and journalist Jakob Seidmann, founded publishing house Perergrin Verlag in Berlin. It was named after the main character in The Fish's Journey, who seeks to overcome his outsider status by escaping to a dreamlike utopia. Tragically, the demise of their publishing venture in the wake of 1929 global financial collapse led to her husband's suicide, and in 1930, to her own. (Their seven-year-old daughter, Angela, went to live with Tom's sister, the actress Lily Freud, and her husband in Hamburg, before they all moved to Prague in 1939. Angela, (Aviva) emigrated to Israel just before the outbreak if Word War II).

Seidmann-Freud died the same year that the liberal democracy in Germany, the Weimar Republic, started its frenzied downward descent. Until Hitler took dictatorial control in 1933, her work continued to receive accolades from her peers, including the legendary literary critic and philosopher Walter Benjamin. Because she was Jewish, however, by 1933 her books began to disappear.

Despite the Nazis destruction of "suspect" literature, and her untimely death, copies of her innovative children's books have survived as an important part of the history of avant-garde book-making in twentieth century Europe.

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valeriefauxnom · 9 months ago

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Dragalia's Knights of Glory art

Now, it's been gone over how Dragalia Lost actually used quite a bit of inspiration from one of Cygames' previous works, Knights of Glory, for anything from character designs to dragons.

Of course, this showed up quite literally with characters like Lea when they quite literally just had the "Knights of Glory" showcase, but it also showed up in characters ranging from Jakob to Mikoto to Jurota (also showcasing the alighting butterfly blade, also in Dragalia):

However funny it is to see who we came to know as different characters in a different media, though, the dragons are 10x funnier to look at.

You see, it seemed that Knights of Glory had a certain 'evolution system' to dragons, where they'd develop and grow more fancy, if they weren't inexplicably transforming into an attractive humanoid woman because of course-

And oh boy, we can kinda see alternative evolutionary paths for the Greatwyrms.

There's Midgardsormr, who seems to most closely resemble the fully evolved form from the start...(he also gained an element, as this dragon line apparently has no element!)

Mercury, who is in her middle phase:

Imagine a hydra Mercury!

...Brunhilda? Not very sure on this one. She might just be a new design, but here's my best guess for what dragon they might have been inspired from:

Of course, in her 'final form' if this was a dragon they used as inspiration.

Jupiter, whom I'd almost put in his middle stage for closeness of design:

Last but not least, poor Zodiark, who really got hammered with the skeletal dragon design and is also in his middle stage and is also drooling 24/7:

Where is his stomach? Where are his organs? Why is he bipedal?? He lost some bulk in his transition to Dragalia, too. Honestly, I like Dragalia Zodiark more than his inspiration here.

That's enough of full evolutionary trees for now, though.

Some other funny ones to me include:

-Silke turning into a skeletal horse on her final evolution:

-Baby Leviathan going :-D all the time:

-Baby Poseidon (honestly a lot of the babies are funny since we only knew their final forms, typically);

-Possibly Cat Sìth inspiration???

-Baby Zephyr:

-Baby Nidhogg, sitting all prim and proper and ready to watch Euden die still:

-Teenage...Satan? Having a evil little :) face going on there...

Speaking of, quite a few of the dragons were actually repurposed into bosses, as with Satan above, like everyone's favorite:

(We must not let Phraeganoth be revived! ...Until Bondforged Zethia's story, at least).

Might be a stretch here, but maaaaaybe a bit of Kai Yan in here?

The Hypnos/Thanatos/Mega Monarch Emile line's general design:

This is getting long enough as it is, but if you want to see a mix of some old with a lot of new art that they might have used as inspiration for more dragons/adventurers, here's the link I used to the collections of KoG artwork that people were able to preserve:

https://www.reddit.com/r/DragaliaLost/comments/9rtlnz/knights_of_glory_albums/

Hopefully you find it just as interesting and funny as I did perusing the old art!

#dragalia lost #dragalia #knights of glory #Sylvia is also unfortunately one of the ones to be hit by the 'inexplicably now a humanoid woman' for her final alas.#At least Dragalia even vaguely tried to balance it out with quite a few male humanoid dragons?#A different artbook but one of Dragalia's earlier drafts for Mars was a cool more salamander-esque dragon. Almost sad they didn't go with #...that one instead of Red Midgardsormr (he really does look like Red Mids underneath all that!). Yeah sure maybe thematic symbolism #representing the clash of ideals between Leonidas and Euden but still!

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fe-fictions · 6 months ago

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Okay I stg I've sent this last year and that tumblr is eating my prompts but can I have Jakob fretting over his newly pregnant wife? 💜 Like he's worried to death but she's assuring him she's fine and not to worry as she goes through the normal pregnancy symptoms.

(I'm alive!! I'm on vacation this week so I swore to myself I'd get some good writing in...especially since I can't tire myself out drawing with my tablet being at home LOL - enjoy some pure Jakob fluff!!)

Jakob was always a worrier. When it came to his wife, it was perhaps impossibly more true. After all, he was your loyal butler first, then your retainer, and then…somehow, inexplicably, he became your husband.

But now he’d really done it. You were pregnant with his child. Jakob had been rotating between feelings of joy and panic throughout the last three months.

Now that you were entering your second trimester, it only seemed to increase.

“Are you absolutely certain that this is supposed to happen??” He asked from the end of the bed, fluffing the pillow that your feet hovered just over, patiently. “Because I am beginning to suspect that this swelling is far from the normal amount!”

You just shook your head and smiled, seeing the worried crease between his eyebrows deepen by the second.

“Yes, my love, I am positive. I am a trained cleric, after all. As soon as we got married I made sure to review all the medical journals regarding pregnancy that the Outrealm has to offer…since I had a feeling you’d be a little on edge.”

“I am not ‘on edge’, I am simply concerned for the health of my wife and child. I do not think it is out of the range of normal behavior, given the circumstances.”

“It wouldn’t be, if you worried a normal amount.” You corrected him, which earned a rather pouty frown from your beloved.

“Please, milady, I am worried exactly the amount that I should be. Perhaps you are the one who is not worried enough.” He gingerly lowered your feet to the bed, holding your ankles as though they were made of glass.

“Because I know that getting some swelling during my pregnancy is perfectly normal. My body is changing to accommodate the little butler I’m growing.”

“Little what?” He glanced at you again, a tinge of color on his cheeks. “You’re surely not referring to our baby as a ‘little butler’, are you?”

“I mean, I’m sure he’ll take after his father.” You shrugged, sharp little canines protruding from your smile. “Do you think he won’t be good enough to earn the honorable title of butler, as you did?”

“First of all, where is this ‘he’ nonsense coming from? It’s far too early to know the sex of the child.”

“I just have a feeling.”

“Right. Of course. A feeling.” He clicked his tongue, “And secondly, our child could not be a butler at any point in his life as he will be the son of a princess and a newly appointed duke; it would be untoward of him to take the position of a commoner.”

“You’ve only been a duke since we’re married, though. I don’t mind the thought of him growing up more humbly.”

“I think you’re simply exhausted and you’re rambling.” He sighed, “Unless you’re seriously considering just abdicating the throne and living a humble life in the countryside. I think you’d be far too restless for such a thing.”

“Oh, I don’t know…maybe once all this excitement is over, we ought to retire from the bustle of the noble world. I can’t imagine it’d be any more intriguing than living peacefully in the countryside. If the drama and ‘excitement’ comes from politics and gossip, I’d rather not bother.”

“I understand what you mean. It has never been of particular interest to me, either.” Jakob said as he prepared a fresh brew of peppermint tea. “But it is far too early to think about such things. Besides, I’m sure your siblings will need your guidance once this whole Valla business is taken care of.”

“Maybe so…” You hummed as you rested your hand on your growing bump, leaning back into your pillows.

Jakob finished the tea for you in no time at all, passing a cup and saucer over to you.

“But I would not wish to simply dismiss your desires. If you want to retire after this is all over and live peacefully, I would be delighted to follow. Just as I have since you first saved me.”

“Oh, Jakob. You’re always ready with the right things to say, aren’t you?” You giggled, taking his hand and guiding him to sit beside you on the bed. “I suppose you’re right, though. Let’s worry about one thing at a time; which at this point, I believe is debating exactly how healthy you think I am.”

“Which is not as healthy as you could be; we can always improve your physical state while you’re carrying the baby! And we’ll start with this tea; it’ll ease the swelling quicker, and prevent nausea should you feel uneasy while you’re resting.”

“Thank you, my dearest worrywart.” You giggled behind the cup, hiding your ever-mischievous grin when he glared at you.

“If you do not cease this teasing, I will not stay and dote on you a moment longer.”

“Oh, come now.” You reached for his hand again, squeezing it gently. “Itis only because I find your endless worrying adorable; I cannot help but tease those I love. Surely you know this by now!”

“It does not mean I must be here to suffer it.” He huffed, but lowered his head just the same, touching his forehead to yours. “Unless you are prepared to face the consequences, of course.”

“Perhaps I am,” You challenged, bumping your nose against his. “Bring it on.”

“Very well,” He kissed you then, surprisingly deep and loving in spite of the annoance glimmering in his eyes.

He brought his hands up to hold your face, nearly spilling the tea you barely clung to in your lap.

“Jakob, wait the tea-”

“The consequences, my love.” He reminded you breathlessly, moving to hift over you in bed.

“Darling, I dont think you’ll want to ‘punish me’ in tea covered bedding, let alone atempt to wash the stains out of it later.”

“...Hm. No, you make a good point. Give me that, please.” He took the cup from you, all but tossing it onto the bedside table before he captured you in his embrace once more.

He was so grateful that he could hold you in his loving embrace despite your being pregnant. The fact that said intimacy was actively encouraged during it was even more delightful for the butler.

While he worried about potentially straining you or harming you in some way, you would always work quickly to dispel his fears.

Which would usually be followed by an urgent makeout session much like this one.

And of course, neither one of you were complaining.

#jakob #corrin #fe 14 #fire emblem fates #fe: fates #Jakob x corrin #f!corrin #fem!corrin #f!mu #fe fictions #fe-fictions #pregnancy fluff #pregnancy prompt #we are so back #hahaha

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wainwrightjakobshammerlock · 1 year ago

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i love how me being the number one hammerlock & wainwright poster has influenced the general perception of these two its so funny actually. i could say anything and y'all would believe me/lh/silly

#main way i notice this is a lot more ppl hc them as trans #which is fuckin great finally y'all are growing out of only hcing the skinny white twinks as trans men and nobody else #my post #borderlands #alistair hammerlock #wainwright jakobs #text post

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pr0wlerpunk · 1 year ago

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P.s- I love you

Person: 1610!Miles morales

Afab!reader

Requested:|Yes|No|

@alisblackgf : can I get earth-1610!miles x Reader where they’re childhood best friends and are just like. In love with each other. And then confess. IDK IM A SUCKER FOR FLUFF AND CONFESSIONS

Warnings: angst(?), slight cussing, both miles and reader being Extremely oblivious to each other’s feelings, miles and reader are both 16 bc I feel like it’s more realistic for 16 year olds to have this sort of issues(idk man), the ending is rushed ngl

Translations; Amor: love, Mi Vida: My Life, Mi Corazón: my heart

Tags: @alisblackgf

Ever since you could remember you knew miles..

See growing up your mother was a hairstylist, so that meant she knew any and everyone.

From the browns to the jakobs…

But there was always one name that stood out most

Morales…

Your mother was friends with Rio and your father with Jefferson-which automatically made you friends with their son, miles.

Miles was a sweet boy, always doing right and helping out his family

But

Boy was he shy

When you all first met he never walked away from his mom’s side, which you thought was weird since you were only 5

But as time grew miles warmed up to you, and you realized just how amazing he was

And I mean so amazing that all you wanted to do was be around him

So your mom made plans and before you know it, you lived a couple blocks down from the Morales’s

Every birthday was spent at each other’s houses

Every Christmas

Every thanksgiving

Any and everything was done together..

You and miles grew up close together, so close that even some would say it was the universe proving how you both were meant to be

He was your corazón

And you

His vida…

🕷️

12 years later

You had officially made it to the same school as miles, and would not leave him alone.(not that he minded, you were his girl after all..even if he hadn’t said it yet)

He was your boy and you made sure everyone knew that…

Especially that little Gwen Stacy chick.

When miles first told you about her you thought she was alright, she seemed smart, and she had an interest in the drums

He told you how they met and how he wouldn’t clarify it as them being friends

But still, the way he talked about her made it seem different..

You weren’t the jealous type, but something about her was off…

And then next thing you knew, he was always leaving with her

“Sorry [___], Me and Gwen have some plans after school, I’ll make it up to you amor, I promise”

At first you thought it was ok, miles was making more friends and you were happy for him…

But every time you would ask him to hang or even walk home together he would always say he had plans with Gwen…

“I promised Gwen I’d help her with something today, I’ll make it up to you amor, I promise”

It was all bout her

“Ah [___], I forgot me and Gwen have to do something right now, I’ll make it up to you amor, I promise”

Normally you wouldn’t care if he flaked but you had something for him…

A letter.

You had spent hours on perfecting it

Now it was just about giving it to him…

But maybe you’d wait a little.

🕷️

And so that’s what you did,

You waited..

Hours had became days…

days turned into nights….

And nights went into weeks.

And then you realized

Nothing was going to change unless you made the change and reached out

And so the very next day, you did…

🕷️

Rio, miles mom let you in after school telling you how happy she was to see you and how miles was In his room

You thanked her and made your way to his, the path now unfamiliar since the last time you had been there

Which was-if you could remember-a week or two

As you neared his door you could hear hushed voices.

You leaned in slowly, pressing your ear to the door

“Im telling you Gwen, she’s amazing”

A confused look spread onto you face as you continued to listen

“Then why can’t you confess to her miles?”

Confess…confess to who?

“I don’t know, I mean we’ve been best friends for forever…I don’t wanna ruin things…”

W-was he talking about you?

“If shes a True Friend like you say she is, then she’ll hear you out-”

And suddenly it went quiet

“I got to go miles, Peter needs me back at his”

Then the window was shut

And that’s when you decided you would enter…

“Miles we need to tal-” You froze, there miles was, standing on his ceiling in what looked like a spiderman suit

“[___] I can explain!”

You watched in horror as your best friend jumped from his ceiling to his floor in a matter of seconds

“WHATS THERE TO EXPLAIN MILES??” You were livid, how could he keep something like this from you?

“Uhm im Spiderman….”

You stared at him a furious expression plastered on your face

“WELL I KNOW THAT NOW…”

Miles visibly cringed hearing you yell at him

“[___] Please calm down!, my moms gonna think something’s up!”

You glared at him

And then you put two and two together

“Miles…”

He looked at you, a soft smile forming onto his face

“Yea?”

“Gwen knows…doesn’t she?”

You already knew the answer, but you wanted to hear it come from his mouth

“She was the first person to know”

And you felt your heart shatter even more..

“Alright..yea, no that’s-it’s fine” You hurriedly turned to leave as tears threatened to spill down your face

“[___] don’t be like that, please amor” You felt his hand grab your wrist, and for the first time in weeks…you felt his skin…

And god everything was telling you to turn around and forgive him..

“D-don’t call me that miles”

But you didn’t… instead you ripped your wrist away from his grasp as you glared at him

Miles heart broke seeing your cold gaze…

And then something caught his eye.

“[___] w-whats that?”

You froze, he was never meant to see the envelope..especially not after what just happened

“It’s nothing”

You hurriedly tried to hide it, but you were too late

“Mi Vida, please!” He desperately pleaded

And you froze, the nickname you had came to love was now being used against you to get you to respond… and so you did

“Fine, you wanna know what it is so bad?!”

He anxiously nodded his head

“It’s a dumb letter..” You looked anywhere but him, not trying to see his face after what you where about to say

“I’ve been trying to confess to you for years miles…” your voice soft as you thought about all the times you wanted to tell him you loved him

“But you never got the hint…s-so I thought I’d write you a letter”

You finally held up the red and black envelope.

you watched as he took it from your hands, his gaze fixated on the little hearts and sunflowers that decorated the front

“Amor, I’m sorry, if I had known I would’ve made time for you I promise!”

You scoffed

“Miles cut the bull!”

He stared at you confused

“You would have Never, made time for me, and…I know that know”

He shook his head no, his mouth opening to speak…

But no words came out

And so you nodded, wiping the tears from your eyes before looking at him

Nothing was said as you turned to leave…

And nothing was said as you did

Miles laid awake that night.

he couldn’t sleep, not after what you told him all those hours ago

Earlier…

Rio had saw how you left, tears streaming down your face as broken sobs left your mouth

She immediately went to go check on miles and what she saw broke her heart even more…

Miles was on the floor, pictures of you and him scattered around him as he himself let out broken sobs

Present

Miles couldn’t believe what you had told him

You had liked him for years…and he was so dense that he couldn’t realize it

And now it was too late…

He had lost you

God, if only he had payed more attention to you then maybe he would of gotten the letter sooner

Wait…

The letter..

THE LETTER!

Miles was quick to jump up and find the envelope

He looked around his already messy room until the red and plack cover caught his eye

Quickly he picked it up and opened it

His eyes welded up with tears as he read what you had wanted to tell him for years…

——————————————————

To mi corazón,

As I’m writing this I realize how corny it is.

I mean this isn’t a movie, but I just thought that making this would help me get of few things off my chest…

So here I go

Miles..

You don’t know how much you mean to me, when we first met I thought you were this shy nerdy little boy, But as we matured I came to realize that you were much much more.

You’re caring, and compassionate,

You’re not afraid to help someone in need,

You’re smart and funny,

You’re everything anyone could ever want…

So as I sit here writing this, I think…

I think about how we met.

I think about how we begged our families to live next to each other.

I think about our movie nights.

I think about our first day in elementary together.

I think about how our moms used to match us up in the same outfits.

I think about our first day of Highschool.

I think about how everyone would tell us we were meant for each other.

And I think about how the universe has kept us together…

Miles I was the luckiest girl in the world to meet you.

No matter what…

I won’t ever be mad at you.

I won’t ever not be there for you.

I won’t ever not appreciate you.

And I won’t ever doubt you.

Miles morales you’re the most perfect guy a girl could meet.

All always be your Vida and you, my Corazón

-[___]

Oh! And

P.s -

I love you

——————————————————

“Shit” he cursed whipping the fallen tears from his cheeks

He looked around his room until he spots his suit, he quickly grabbed it slipping the material on as he rushed to the window

Miles needed to talk to you…

🕷️

There you lay, tears streaming down your face as your music blasted through your room.

Your parents had night jobs, so that meant that they would sleep all day and go to work at night, which left little to no time for you…

But you didn’t mind it, you liked being by yourself

You could draw, watch tv, and blast music without any consequences…

Even if someone called the cops you wouldn’t be in trouble

(9 x out of 10 it was mr. Jefferson that came and he would just let you off with a warning)

You were zoned out thinking about everything that happened today,

You found out miles was Spider-Man

You confessed to him

And then you left.

When you had arrived home you went straight to the shower,

After your shower you put your playlist on shuffle and laid in bed

Which is what your still doing

And then..

There was a tap on your window

And another

And then it stopped.

You let out a breath of relief

And then you heard it..

“Amor..”

“Amor, Are You awake?”

Peering over you pillow you came face to face with Spider-Man or now as you know

Miles…

“What’re you doing here miles..or should I say spiderman?”

He let out a soft groan at your tone of voice

“Cmon [___] don’t be like that”

You rolled over, turning away from him

“I read the letter…”

You froze but quickly regained your composure

“Oh goody”

Miles huffed, jumping on your ceiling and crawling over back to face you

“Did you mean it, everything you said…?”

You were quite for a moment, until you opened your eyes to finally face him

“….yea…”

He smiled and it instantly warmed your heart

“Do you forgive me?”

You let out a soft laugh as a smile made its way to your face

“….yea…”

You both went quite just staring at each other

“[___]”

“Yes miles”

“Can we cuddle?”

You let out a snort but quickly shook your head yes

“…..yes miles..”

He crawled(literally)into your bed wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you flush to his body

“Oh and Ps”

He mumbled into your neck

“I love You too”

BONUS

“You’re so corny Miles”

You let out a laugh as he quickly spoke up

“You started it!”

“….Nuh uh”

“[___]!!”

“BOTH OF YOU GO TO SLEEP”

You and miles stared at each other with shocked expressions

You looked up catching Gwen in her spider suit

“GWEN???”

“WAIT, GWEN??”

She waved before leaving

#rae speaks #miles morales x reader #miles morales #gwen stacy #zac zlander #zac abandoned rae #zac the liar

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