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Subtext and Culture, Young Royals, Season 3, Episode 6

Out here in the real world it's been a week since the cliffhanger ending of episode 5 where Simon broke up with Wilhelm, but in-universe it's just the next day, and Wilhelm is being comforted by Felice.

Subtext: This entire episode is incredibly meta, there are so many times characters say things that reference earlier seasons or episodes, or the entire series as a whole. This is the first time, and Felice is saying what we're all thinking. IS IT REALLY OVER?!? 😱

Blink and you miss it: Felice gives Wilhelm her sunglasses and dries his tears so he can hide the fact that he's been crying. Also, look at that gorgeous Swedish summer. It is so pretty.

Culture: The third-years are painting the banners that go on the trucks on graduation day.

Culture: They're also signing each others' student hats, which is a common tradition. You can just sign your name or write something funny or do whatever.

Culture: This car is what we in Sweden call a sossecontainer. It's an old 90's Volvo, it's square, it's ugly, and it was pretty cheap and reliable, so it was very common and popular among working class and the lower middle classes. It was never a high-status car, so it perfectly illustrates the Eriksson family.

Subtext: Oh look, another throwback to season 1 when Sara argued with Simon about their dad, and said that he should stop giving people second chances.

Culture: Oh look, another poem by Karin Boye. This time it's Eternity, a poem about cherishing your time with your loved one, and the text is about how good times feel like an endless summer, which is what it certainly looks like for the kids and their teacher in the lush landscape. But just like in the poem, their endless summer is about to end.

Culture: This is pretty much exactly the reason used when real-world Lundsberg was temporarily closed.

Culture: And Wilhelm isn't wrong, the shitty traditions are in the walls of the place, it's always been like that, and it's always been upheld by everyone involved with the school, parents, teachers, staff, and students.

Subtext: Since this is the last episode, let's prepare the viewers to say good bye to the show, and let's do it with a little montage of students crying and taking their stuff down and emptying their rooms.

Culture: This is a 100% factually true statement, Göteborg is the worst city in the world. Source: I'm a native Stockholmer, and you just have to trust me on this, ok? Look, it's just common sense, alright? Don't listen to people from Göteborg, they're just jealous they're not living in the glorious capital. Also, they talk funny. And they have no sense of humour! And everyone is named Glenn or something.

Culture: I don't think they're referencing an actual school here, and the current Norwegian royal children went to school in Norway, not Switzerland. But the current Danish crown prince went to some boarding school in Switzerland for a while, but then he went to the Danish elite boarding school Herlufsholm. However, it was rocked by a bullying scandal in 2022, so they had to pull him out of that one and deny all knowledge of the events. Feels familiar?

Culture: Solliden is the private summer palace of the real-world Swedish royal family located on Öland, an island off the south-east coast of Sweden. The show has consistently stayed away from every likeness with the real world, but I guess they couldn't be arsed making up a fictional summer palace for the YR royal family so they went with something familiar.

Subtext: Farima is talking about the problems of finding a new school for Wilhelm from an academic perspective, but he's just thinking about how this means he won't be close to Simon any longer.

Culture: Vincent and the boys are pouring one out for Hillerska. It's a way to toast a dead friend, or in this case, a place.

Blink and you miss it: August places a king chess piece on the table before telling his friends that he's Wilhelm's reserve and might be king someday.

Subtext: And he's still so blinded by the glamour of it, despite everything. Thankfully, his friends can bring him down a couple of pegs.

Blink and you miss it: While Wilhelm is returning Kris, the book from last season, the second book in the pile is a book by Kjell Westö, Den Svavelgula Himlen - Yellow Sulphur Sky. It's about a working class kid in Finland becoming friends with his upper-class neighbour family, and his struggle maintaining a relationship with the girl of the family because of their class differences. Slightly on the nose there, show.

Meta: Henry interrupting our boys at the worst possible time is just a running joke at this point. How many times has it happened now? Four times? Five? Read the fucking room, Henry!

Subtext: Last chance to have a party together, but also last chance to see Simon, "maybe ever". Oh no, we have to start preparing for a sad ending!

Culture: Red solo cups are not a thing anywhere outside the US really, but you can buy them as a gag gift in Sweden, because to us they're just a weird movie prop we've seen American movies. Every other party scene in the show has featured regular plastic cups.

Culture: Drinking with the teachers?!? Yeah, sure, why not, everyone is an adult.

Subtext: Emo outfit? ✅ Sitting on the floor? ✅ Full of self-pity? ✅ Exaggerating the catastrophic state of his world in the way only a 17yo disaster boy can do? ✅

Meta: Another throwback to how Wilhelm was referred to as the party prince back in season 1.

Blink and you miss it: Felice hides the wine bottle behind her back before Malin comes in. She knows, Felice. Malin knows everything.

Meta: Another throwback to when Wilhelm was eating the dirt at the very same football field that disaster emo boy Simon is now sitting at together with his friends, who are trying to convince him to go to the final party.

Subtext: This time, August isn't just sorry that he got caught, he is genuinely sorry for everything he did to Wilhelm. He in turn forgives August, and we're all getting closure for this plot point.

Meta: Hey, hey, hey guys, do you remember that scene in season 1 episode 1 when Sara helped hold Felice's hair while she was throwing up? We're doing a throwback here!

Meta: Hey, hey, hey guys, do you remember that scene in season 1 episode 3 when Felice told Sara that maybe you don't have to speak the truth all the time? Well, Sara still doesn't understand why you would lie, but this time she's right, Felice was right to tell the truth.

Blink and you miss it: Stella and Fredrika are making out at the party, Felice saw it, and is making a very funny face. This is also why Stella rudely rejects Rosh, because of course she's gonna choose Fredrika, Rosh was just a distraction to make her jealous.

Subtext: Vincent is talking about Nils, who just came out, but August just saw Sara, and that's the whoever he wants.

Subtext: But despite saying that he doesn't care about anyone else seeing them, he still ducked behind a stack of pallets for this conversation.

Meta: This is a brutal Fleabag reference.

Cinematography: This scene is overwhelmingly lit in that sickly greenish fluorescent hue, but there's golden light coming from somewhere, so Sara and August share one final kiss in that golden light. But there's not enough of it to go around, not enough for their love to last, so August is left standing there alone, and all the golden light is gone.

Cinematography: Wilhelm and Simon left the party sometime after midnight, this is supposed to be a very early morning summer sunrise, and our boys are just gonna be bathed in the golden light throughout the entire scene. Gods, it is pretty.

Meta: Hey, hey, remember that scene in season 1 when Simon was singing that song, and Wilhelm instantly fell for him?

Meta: Hey guys, remember that scene in season 1 when they were discussing welfare politics in class and Simon threw shade on Wilhelm? This is a throwback to that.

Cinematography: Just fucking look at this shit. What a nice view. The nature and the sunrise is pretty, too! Going naked into the water? Yeah, that's a rebirth metaphor as well. Lisa said so!

Subtext: This entire scene is basically Wilhelm trying one last time to get Simon back. They said they weren't gonna, but he's trying anyway. They're talking about that politics class where Wilhelm couldn't speak up because he was "not allowed". So he's still bound by his royal duties, which is why Simon broke up with him last episode.

Subtext: And since Wilhelm is still stuck, he's left on dry land, while Simon swims away from him, free. Guys, I'm thinking we're actually gonna get a sad ending! This does not look good! 😭

Blink and you miss it: Stella and Fredrika are sleeping in the same bed and making out the morning after, and millions of #Stedrika shippers are rejoicing! Yay, fanservice!

Blink and you miss it: Walter is helping Henry up after he passed out in the grass outside after the party, and millions of #Walty shippers are rejoicing! Yay, fanservice!

Subtext: The last photo Wilhelm takes down from his wall is the one with him and Simon, because that's the most important memory of this place.

Blink and you miss it: Wilhelm shuts off his red lightstrip in his room. Those lights have typically been a symbol of his love for Simon, but he's turning it off. Sad ending confirmed.

Meta: Listen, it's a lovely little song that Simon wrote for Wilhelm, but it's 100% fanservice, it's referencing events in the show that Simon actually didn't witness, and it's even referencing the soundtrack to the show itself! I mean, come on! And we're getting yet another sad boy Wilhelm montage of him moping around Hillerska with his earbuds.

Subtext: Remember how the frog snowglobe was a gift from Erik, who in turn got it from their grandpa, the king? It's so obviously a symbol of the monarchy, but Wilhelm is dumping it in the trash. Are we... Are we not getting a sad ending?

Cinematography: The shot of the flag being raised is cut off at half mast, which is a pretty universal symbol for mourning. Oh ok, we're back on track for a sad ending.

Subtext: This is the first time this season that Simon speaks Spanish with his mom, and the first time in the entire series that Sara does, which shows that they're fully themselves again, they've pulled themselves out of the Hillerska world.

Culture: The graduating students are having a champagne breakfast before the graduation ceremony, that's also very common in Sweden.

Subtext: Felice and the rest of the choir decided to have a little rebellion and not sing the boring old Hillerska song, and instead the new improved one that Simon made last season. No-one told him about the switch though, which is why he's so surprised.

Culture: After the ceremony, the graduating students will run out of the school to find their parents and family and friends, who are waiting for them, usually with a big sign with the most embarrassing baby picture they could find of them.

Blink and you miss it: August's mom and stepdad have also made a huge sign with an embarrassing picture of August Malte as a kid. Adorable.

Lost in translation: The queen is saying "lilla gubben", which literally means "little old man", a very common term of endearment in Swedish families. The show has been pretty consistent in that Wilhelm's family are all using normal words, just like any other family would. So it's pretty funny that despite everyone else using titles and styles all the time, to Wilhelm, his parents are simply "mamma" and "pappa", as if he was a regular kid.

Subtext: As a graduating student you get little gifts from your family, flowers, champagne, stuffed animals, all with a blue-and-yellow ribbon so you can hang them around your neck. August is family, so the Queen gives him one as well. Of a frog with a crown. Which is a symbol of the monarchy in the show. Wilhelm threw his frog in the trash, August is getting a frog from the Queen. I think there might be symbolism here! I think we're setting up August to become the next king! Do we dare hope for a happy ending?

Cinematography: Just fucking look at this shit. The composition, the contrast, the height difference, the distance between them. It's so pretty. And they're talking about how good it was while it lasted, just like how a TV show with a sad ending can still be an amazing experience. Hint hint.

Subtext: We're saying our goodbyes, Wilhelm and Simon are saying goodbye to each other, Wilhelm wishes Simon a nice summer, just like how Simon wished Wilhelm a good Christmas back in season 1, and just like back then, they both understand that they love each other, but can't be together.

Cinematography: And then Simon exits the scene, again, leaving Wilhelm standing there alone, again, having seemingly chosen his family and royal duty.

Culture: It's common to either rent a truck as a large group of students, or to be driven in a flashy car alone or with a friend. The two girls in the centre are sitting in a very nice Aston Martin, while a bunch of their classmates are on a truck. I can't make out the full text on the banner, but I think it says something like "Lock up your sons because tonight we become like animals".

Culture: Svensson is a very common Swedish last name, so to "be a Svensson" basically means that you're super average and mediocre, you're like everyone else. Whereas these elite kids are used to having everyone else bow and scrape for them, so that message is on brand.

Cinematography: We're in the car, it looks like the ending of season 1, and we're doing a close-up of Wilhelm's face. We're ready for the fourth-wall-break of him staring sadly into the camera, having been once again broken down by the system and not getting the boy. We've said goodbye to everyone, roll the credits, start your crying...

Cinematography: ...except the show isn't ending here. We're having an honest conversation between Wilhelm and his parents for the first time. Because every other time he's said that he doesn't want to be crown prince of the next king, he's been angry or upset, he's been threatening, and definitely impulsive. But he's never wanted any of it.

Cinematography: His parents let him go, they open the door to their van, Wilhelm exits, and the show turns up the volume of the soundtrack. "Energetic music" my ass, it's the Harmony theme! It's the main theme of the entire show playing as Wilhelm runs away.

Subtext: Oh, yeah, August sees him run away, and understands that he's next in line now. Sorry buddy, sucks to be you, but never mind that now. RUN, WILHELM, RUN!!! GET YOUR MAN!

Cinematography: The shows turns into the most perfect rom-com, with Wilhelm chasing down Simon's car through the incredibly lush and green Swedish summer. He catches up to them, tells Simon that he ditched the crown for his own sake, and asks if it's really over between them.

VAD FAN TROR DU?

As if the soundtrack wasn't triumphant enough, it now starts playing As Long As you Are Here as they throw themselves in each other's arms. Happy ending! They're crying, I'm crying, we're all crying! 😭

Cinematography: A montage? With all the best scenes between our boys from the entire show? With the text of the soundtrack perfectly matching the montage? I should be outraged at how cheesy this is, but it is perfect. Perfect. I love it. I swear, this fucking show.

Subtext: Finally we are at the true ending of the show. Wilhelm has managed to escape Hillerska, him and Simon and Sara and Felice have all escaped the hierarchies, the expectations, the duties, and the toxic environment of the school. He arrived in a Ferrari, and is now running away with his boyfriend and friends in a crappy Volvo station-wagon. The stiff suit jackets are gone, they're all in white, his hair is ruffled in the wind, and for the last time ever Wilhelm looks into the camera. And he smiles.

He is finally free.

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coco-loco-nut · 27 days ago

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High Flyer - Part 3

pairing: charles x reader

summary: life never goes as planned, as evidenced by a phone call mid race

a/n: thank you so much for the request 🫶 its given me an idea for a fourth part too

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There is nothing more that a driver looks forward to more than breaks, and you were practically counting down the days until the summer shutdown.

Not that you don’t like racing, you love racing, but you miss your bed and home in Vence, just outside of Nice. You and Charles chose the property due to its proximity to Monaco and the space to grow your family in the future. The garage space also helps with your car collection.

You started searching the property soon after your elopement, and you closed on it quickly. It even was the site where your official wedding ceremony was held, a relatively small and intimate gathering of close family and friends. The backyard made for the perfect backdrop, and it was nice to have a dinner with everyone to celebrate.

“Is that Charles? Can I say hi?” Arthur pops his head into your drivers room as you are on the phone.

“Of course, don’t take too long,” you pass off your phone, watching your brother-in-law’s face light up. Arthur hands back the phone after a couple minutes so you can finish your conversation.

“I don’t have too long left,” Charles sighs, not wanting the call to end.

“I know, deployment and F1 don’t really mesh well. Are you flying soon?” you ask, the hole in your heart growing as the end of the call gets closer.

“It will be over before we know it. I have a flight scheduled soon, training for a mission. What are you doing for break?” Charles asks, trying to get a little more conversation in and a feeble attempt to distract you from his job.

“I’ll travel with Arthur for a week, he is keeping the location a surprise, then I’m hosting the boys for a few days,” you didn’t really plan much.

“That sounds nice. My call time is almost up, I love you,” Charles says sadly.

“We will talk soon, I love you more,” the connection ends and you frown at your phone, already missing him.

“Even if he isn’t here, you have the next best thing right here,” Arthur grins and you can’t fight your smile. The two of you have grown close, you would disown your grid kids for him if necessary.

“Espressos?” you ask, needing a boost of energy.

“This isn’t Haas,” Arthur teases Ollie, who is patiently waiting for a Macchiato.

“Can’t a boy visit his grid mom?” Ollie smiles as you hug him.

“Of course, but no stealing strategies,” you say, happily taking your espresso from the barista.

The three of you chat until Ollie gets called back to Haas. As the self-proclaimed empty nester in the paddock, you enjoy when your boys stop in.

The race weekend drags on, and on, and on, until you finally get to the race. Each lap is one lap closer to your break.

A reporter noticed your eagerness for break before the race and asked you about it.

“Well, I’m no spring chicken anymore. My body and mind is looking forward to a few weeks off to relax and rejuvenate. I’m not as young as my kids are, they could probably race for a few more weeks back-to-back before needing the summer break,” you joke. Seven seasons in is a long time for motorsport, the average career in F1 is around 8 years - not that you plan on retiring any time soon. Ferrari will probably have to drag you out of Maranello when you are old and grey. Legit grey though, not Oscar and Jack joking that you have a grey hair and making you freak out.

Your manager, Nicholas, watches from the garage, standing with Arthur as they watch you closely. On lap 32 your phone begins buzzing with a call, and without really looking at the number he answers is.

“Nicholas Todd speaking for Mrs. Leclerc, how can I help you,” he answers almost robotically.

“This is an urgent message for Mrs. Leclerc regarding her husband, can she be on the phone?” A voice replies, sounding overly formal. Nicholas shifts a little nervously, glancing at the screen.

“Not at the moment,” he replies, Arthur looks at him, curious as to what’s happening. Nicholas catches sight of Arthur and hurriedly adds to his statement. “I can put you on with Mr. Leclerc’s brother,” he says, earning a satisfied response from the caller. Arthur curiously takes the phone, stepping into a quieter spot.

“Arthur Leclerc speaking,” he says a little warily.

“Good Afternoon Mr. Leclerc, your brother, Charles, has been wounded in a training incident and is currently being transported back to France for recovery,” Arthur listens carefully as the necessary details are conveyed.

“I will pass the message along to Charles’ wife, will you be notifying our mother?” Arthur asks, receiving confirmation of the next people that will be notified. As the call ends, Arthur’s mind kicks into crisis mode.

“What was the issue?” Nicholas asks, watching as you have a stellar overtake for P3.

“Charles is wounded, he’s being evacuated for recovery,” Arthur does his best not to panic. He knows that Charles must be okay for it to just be a phone call, but he can’t help but worry. It doesn’t help that you are none the wiser as you drive.

“Shit. Do you think we should pass the information along to her now?” Nicholas also goes into crisis management mode.

“No, she’d want to pull out of the race and it’s almost over. I’ll talk to the team, book the earliest flight back to Nice that you can,” Arthur instructs before searching for the PR team so they can get you out of media duties. Fred is his next stop, catching the team principal as soon as the race ends.

“I can’t get her out of the podium, but I can make sure she gets out of everything else,” Fred promises, sending Arthur on his way to intercept you.

“Great drive,” Arthur smiles as he hugs you.

“Thanks,” you eye him warily. “Something is off, what are you hiding?”

“Something happened, Charles is fine, I will tell you more about the call after the podium,” Arthur says, sending your mind in a spin.

“What happened?” you press, heart rate rising. Arthur walks with you to the cooldown room.

“I don’t know exactly, he’s injured but he’s okay. I promise I will tell you more right after the podium. Nicholas is rebooking our flights now and Fred is getting you out of the post-podium duties,” Arthur tries to soothe you. You feel a little numb as your brain tries to process everything without panicking.

“He’s okay?”

“It wouldn’t have been a phone call if it were serious,” Arthur says, trying to reassure himself too.

It seems to be enough for you to mask your worry with a nod.

“Meet me in my drivers room after the podium,” your voice is a little shaky as you part from Arthur. You feel numb throughout the ceremony, leaving as soon as champagne starts to be sprayed.

“I called Maman and booked a hotel near the base, our flights have been successfully updated,” Arthur says as you get back.

“Thank you,” you pull him into a tight hug.

“What are brothers for?” Arthur says, melting into your hug a little. You’ve never gotten ready to leave the paddock so quickly or packed a hotel room, but you soon find yourself on a plane back to Nice.

Pascale awaits the two of you at the airport, a coffee in her hand for you. You didn’t sleep on the flight at all. Even though that you know Charles is okay, you can’t fight the anxiety and fear the courses through you.

“Hi sweetheart,” Pascale hugs you after handing you the coffee.

“Wow, I thought I was your favorite child?” Arthur jokes, earning an eye roll from Pascale.

“I love all my biological children equally, I just happen to love Y/n more,” Pascale says cheekily, making you chuckle.

“Don’t let Enzo and Charlotte hear that,” you say, happily taking a seat in the car. Arthur sits in the back with you since Lorenzo is in the front seat.

“It’s a party in here,” Arthur smiles, trying to liven up the car.

“Phenomenal drive,” Lorenzo looks back at you.

“Thanks,” your tired smile is enough to end the conversation. The gentle sway of the vehicle as Pascale is enough to make you fall asleep.

As you are asleep, Arthur gets a text from Charles letting him know that he’s back on base. Arthur sends back a picture of you sleeping against the window, cozy in one of Charles’ hoodies, as well as when you will be there to visit. Your phone buzzes with a good night and congratulations text from Charles, but you don’t stir. The exhaustion of the day hit you hard and you couldn’t fight it any longer.

Arthur carries you to your hotel room while Lorenzo and Pascale worry about the luggage.

You wake up to sun peeking through the blinds. Arthur is sprawled out on the queen bed beside yours, lightly snoring into the pillow. You turn and see your phone plugged in on the nightstand. Scrolling through your notifications you see the text from Charles. A smile tugs at your lips as you quickly fire off a reply. An alarm starts going off, making you jump a little.

“No,” Arthur groans, barely conscious while pressing snooze. Silently you get out of bed, finding your suitcase and retrieving everything you need for a shower.

The hour creeps by as you anxiously meet up with the family and go to the base. Following the directions, you make your way to the hotel room Charles is being kept in for the moment. As you reach the door, the sterile environment surrounding you, you feel a wave of nerves consume you. Almost like you are a little kid.

“Go ahead, I need a second,” you whisper to Pascale who gently squeezes your hand and offers an understanding smile.

“It’s scary, we will be inside waiting for you,” Pascale says, entering behind Lorenzo and Arthur. “Y/n will be here in a moment, she had to take a call,” Pascale buys you time. She knows how scary it is seeing the person you love hurt. You let your heart rate settle before stepping into the room, watching Charles’ face light up when he sees you.

“Mon ange,” Charles whispers as you lean in to kiss him.

“You aren’t allowed to scare me like that,” you smile, a tear threatening to escape.

“Now you know how I feel when you drive,” Charles replies, reaching up and pushing back a piece of hair.

“I feel like we are intruding,” Lorenzo jokes. Charles awkwardly shifts to the side of the bed, pulling you down with him. Pascale creates an excuse that involves them stepping out for a moment, giving you and Charles a quiet moment alone.

“Hey, I’m here. I’m alive and well,” Charles grabs your hand, pressing it to his heart.

“I know, it just isn’t what you want to hear first thing after a race,” you feel yourself relax as you rest your head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat reassuring.

“I think I might leave after my commitment,” Charles admits softly, drawing your eyes up to him.

“Next year?”

“I want to be with you, help build our future, maybe even be a stay at home dad one day,” Charles runs a hand through your hair.

“I could always hire you to be my private jet pilot,” you suggest.

“But then I couldn’t be with you mid flight,” Charles winks, making you flush.

“Cheeky,” you lightly nudge him.

“Let’s not worry about what I will do career wise yet,”

“My full time WAG,” you chuckle, letting out a sigh of content when Charles pulls you close.

“When I get discharged today I can go home and recover. I just have to do paperwork remotely and come back for medical appointments,” Charles reveals, drawing your eyes back up to him.

“Really? Is it wrong to say that I’m glad it’s summer break?” you ask, hand moving up to play with the ends of his hair.

“No, it is nice to be home with you,” Charles agrees. He leans down and you tilt your head up so your lips can meet his in a soft kiss. Charles lets out a soft groan of content as his mind wanders to the few weeks ahead of you while he heals.

“We brought food,” Arthur breaks your quiet conversation. The rest of the morning is spent eagerly awaiting discharge. When you do eventually get home, Pascale helps to get Charles settled while Lorenzo cooks dinner. You and Arthur prep the guest rooms so they can stay the night.

“Sorry you had to cancel the trip,” you apologize to Arthur who just shrugs as he puts the pillowcase on a pillow.

“That’s okay, we can go during the next break. I think I’ll go back to Monaco for a bit then come back here when the boys get here,” Arthur says, not fussed about missing the trip.

“I’ll let you settle in,” you leave the room, going to your own so you can change into sweatpants and a hoodie.

Charles beat you to it, you open the door to see him shirtless with sweatpants sitting low on his hips. You catch yourself staring hungrily until you snap out of it.

“Sit back down on the bed, how are you even standing without crutches,” you chastise him, closing the bedroom door behind you before crossing the room.

“Putting my weight on one leg works well enough,” Charles grins, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you towards him.

“Well you shouldn’t be doing that when you just had surgery on the ankle,” you frown, trying not to look at your ridiculously hot husband in front of you. His hands slip under your shirt, traveling up your back. Shivers run down your spine as one hand slides forward.

“Hmm, well maybe I should just lay down then and let you do the work,” Charles murmurs huskily, as you glance at the door.

“We’d have to be quick,” you reply quietly.

“5 months without you, I’m pretty sure I can be quick,” he smiles, letting you take over. His rough hands gliding across your skin as you straddle his waist.

“I guess we should rejoin them before they get suspicious,” Charles sighs, pressing a kiss to your head as you snuggle into his side.

“I guess so, but tomorrow afternoon we will have the whole house to ourselves,” you grin, rolling away to throw comfy clothes back on.

“I can’t wait,” Charles pulls on the hoodie that you tossed to him as well as some shorts.

“Use the crutches,” you narrow your eyes as he stands up, likely planning on just hopping to the kitchen.

“Or I could use you as my support,” Charles takes the crutches from you. You glance down at the cast encompassing his ankle.

“Are your feet cold?” you frown, brows furrowed with worry.

“I’m okay, if something hurts you will be the first to know. I promise,” Charles tries to ease your worry. You nod as there is a knock on the bedroom door.

“Dinner is ready kids,” Pascale says as you open the door.

“Thank you, Maman. We were about to come down,” Charles answers before you can.

“Take it easy,” you stress. The first two weeks are important to recovery and you know he isn’t great at sitting still. Pascale watches you fuss and she feels her heart warm at how careful you are with each other.

“Took you long enough,” Arthur says, mouth half full. Lorenzo fights a laugh as Pascale scolds him.

“We were busy,” Charles smirks. You whip your head towards him, smacking his shoulder.

“Charles,” you gasp, voice a mix of scolding and being scandalized.

“What?” he says innocently as you sit at the table.

“Enough, let’s enjoy this meal,” Pascale says, taking in the sight of all her children minus Charlotte.

“Oh, I have the perfect bottle of wine for this, I’ll be right back,” you quickly stand up, going to find the bottle.

“So when am I getting a grandchild?” Pascale looks at her three boys with a raised brow. Arthur chooses that moment to closely study the rug beneath the oak table.

“This decor is quite nice, I like that vase,” Arthur says.

“Charlotte and I aren’t even married yet,” Lorenzo protests, turning the attention to Charles.

“Buying our home was the first step, but we are waiting for Y/n to at least win the championship first,” Charles shrugs.

“Doesn’t she have a good lead right now?” Lorenzo asks, a smile smile playing on Charles face.

“Is she? I had no idea,” he says slyly.

“She could probably drive for the first few months of pregnancy,” Arthur interjects, feeling left out.

“If she has the smoothest pregnancy ever that is,” Pascale adds.

“Alright, let’s not rush it that soon. We will discuss it over winter break,” Charles shuts it down.

“Discuss what over winter break?” you ask, holding a bottle of wine and four glasses in your hands.

“When you and Charles are going to have a kid,” Arthur answers first as you sit down.

“Ah. Yes, no plans of being pregnant mid-season. Not really keen on missing a whole season either,” you say, pouring the wine.

“Where’s mine?” Charles asks as everyone gets a glass but him.

“No wine with your medicine, mon amour,” you tell him.

“We don’t even need to be here, you have his care handled,” Lorenzo chuckles.

“He will be locked down,” you joke.

The night passes quick and soon you and Charles are home alone for the first time in a long time. You take the opportunity to get in a run while Charles takes a nap, but when you get home he is in the kitchen.

“Hey, I’m making us lunch,” Charles greets you as you pull off your headphones.

“Yum. I’m going to take a quick shower then I’ll be back,” you say, eager to clean the sweat off you.

The two of you quickly fall into a routine. Charles for the most part rests, keeping his ankle propped, but he does occasionally join you in the gym to keep active a bit. He also does his best to help you clean and prep the house for the group of guys who are crashing your home.

“All of our privacy, gone so fast,” Charles pouts while you make a bed.

“I know, it’s only for a few days though,” you try and find the bright side. Summer break is passing quickly and a part of you doesn’t want to race again just yet.

“I have a meeting with my commander tomorrow morning,” Charles says. You pause, the white sheet in your hand going taught as your hand grips it tighter.

“What about?”

“I’m not sure, maybe about the medical check yesterday,” Charles plays it cool, but you can hear the concern in his voice.

You shove the sheet under the bed, making it slightly more aggressive than before. “You don’t think-“

“It’s possible. The check went well, I’m making progress healing, but I will still have to go through PT and make other clearances for fly again. I still have three months of recovery and some more physical therapy on top of that,” Charles says.

“But you’d still have time left in your commitment,”

“I know, I just need to be ready for anything they may say,” Charles sighs.

“I’m right by your side, whatever happens,” you take his hand. Charles gives you a small smile, heart swelling at the support.

“Thank you, mon ange. Now, tell me all about how you are going to win this year,” you finish making the bed and sit down on the edge. Charles sits beside you, hand sliding down your palm to interlock your fingers.

“I’m trying not to think about it or really speak on it. I feel like the past few years it’s been like a dangling carrot, just out of reach. I want it so bad but I’m so nervous that I won’t get it,” you admit, feeling like a bit of weight is off your shoulders. It doesn’t help that you haven’t signed a contract yet for the next year and beyond.

“You are the best driver I know. You are persistent and resilient, you have worked so hard to get to this point. If you don’t win your fans will still love you just the same as they will when you do win and I will love you even more regardless of the outcome,” Charles returns your support. You feel the warmth of his free hand brush away a stray tear on your cheek.

“There is no one else that I want to go through life with other than you,” your voice breaks slightly, thick with emotion.

“I feel the same way. I love you more and more every day,” Charles leans closer to you, a feeling from deep within telling him that everything will be okay.

#f1 imagines #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc

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essycogany · 11 months ago

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The Roll Reversal Between Sonic And Amy

In Sonic Prime did Sonic and Amy’s rolls get swapped? Because MAN THE IMPLICATIONS IN THIS SHOW IS BOTH SUBTLE AND NOT SUBTLE AT THE SAME TIME.

The reason I say the two hedgehogs rolls are swapped is because one line in the entire show is the only indication of Amy’s crush on Sonic.

Sonic: “You like me….To some extent.” It’s never hinted at in the original Green Hill. Though a funny and random detail I liked is Amy apparently tricked Sonic into getting into the water (Probably to teach him how to swim) and I thought that would’ve been adorable to see.

Now onto Sonic’s part. Sonic possibly having a crush on Amy shouldn’t be a surprise. First of all the implications in actual canon Game/Modern Sonic is increasing more and more in my opinion. Secondly, this show’s version of Sonic is probably the most emotionally driven and affectionate. He’s not as secretive about how he feels either.

Sonic in episode 8 s2: “We’re all in this together. And I’d really think you’d grow to love them as much as I do.”

Onto the small details. We have short, but not hard to miss moments of Sonic just….staring at the different Roses. Sure, it can be viewed as platonic, but it’s the constant softening his gaze in a bunch of different scenes that didn’t have to be added, but was. It’s all up to interpretation.

Anyways, Sonic and original Amy’s first interaction is with the blue blur coming up to her excitedly and standing in a flirtatious manner. His tone of voice when he says “Got a little sidetracked,” could be interpreted as anything, but how he’s animated makes me pretty sure it’s intentionally flirtatious. That’s just me though.

Then we have the flirting teasing at Rusty Rose in the pirate dimension.

Rusty: “Not that anyone will remember you.”

Sonic: “Now you’re just being hurtful.”

Sonic not minding Black Rose hugging him and might even appreciates it.

And almost all the scenes between him and Thorn Rose was ship fuel for me. With Sonic calling her “Thorny,” as a nickname. He kept the location of the green shard a secret so Thorn could trust him. Sonic stopped himself from fighting Thorn as much as possible. (The Amy Flashback was adorable) Not to mention the last few scenes with Thorn holding onto Sonic was sweet as well.

Sonic even helped improved the sisters lives.

With Rusty finding her humanity and ability to live without her Flikie.

Thorn regained her broken friendship and trust with the Bose Cage Gang.

And Black Rose became the new leader of her Crew. (I say that knowing it was mostly Dreads redemption that helped, but still)

Sonic’s also the reason for all the Roses to gain a sisterhood. Which was one of the most precious part of the entire show. Season 3 has scenes of them running up to Sonic to make sure he’s alright, and helping Sonic twice by saving the last three pirates from No Place and getting him back home.

And here’s my favorite detail. I love how Sonic adores Amy’s way of thinking in Prime. When helping Thorn come to her senses, Sonic mentions how the original Amy would handle the situation. Expressing herself and discussing how she feels. The reason I bring it up is because Sonic finds value for Amy being able to do it without issue. Understanding he’s not the best at expressing himself.

Thorn: “I don’t know. She sounds pretty great.”

Sonic: “Yeah. You are.”

In fact. Sonic thinks so fondly of Amy that the show couldn’t end without having him come to her bashfully and calling her, “Sweet Amy.”

Also the posing with Sonic’s hand behind his back and feet up doesn’t help.

Last thing I’d like to point out is Sonic’s implied crush on Amy is very subtle and despite all of this can be interpreted as platonic which I’m fine with. But the thought of a roll reversal between two characters that’s never experienced it prior to now is awesome to speculate.

Stay Creative! 💜

#sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #rusty rose #thorn rose #black rose #sonamy #sonic prime #sonic and amy #sonic x amy #sth #I can NEVER get tired of talking about them #Especially not in a show where it’s SO obvious #THESE MOMENTS WERE SO CUTE

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caramel1mochi · 3 months ago

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One Hazy Winter [Iso x F! Reader] [End]

[ Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 ]

Genre: Angst, fluff ‎

Words: 3k ‎

Synopsis: One winter before his disappearance, you told your boyfriend Yu about a question you’ve had for so long; one even he could hardly respond to. It took many more hopeless winters for you to finally have your answer.‎

Note: Please don't copy or steal my work and pass it off as your own! If you'd like to use one of my headcanons or something, I'd love it if you tagged or asked.

We're done with Iso!! As per the vote, I'm moving on to Yoru once everything's ready. And man is he as painful to write as I remember haha

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Spring, present day.

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It took you a long while to decide on whether that was one of the worst or best months of your life.

On one hand, you came back with a quarter of the harvest you were supposed to get, and you had to wait for a while until your lemon trees would bear fruit once more. That, and working with only thirteen lemons turned out to be much more difficult than you thought when it comes to baking.

And on the other hand, it was fun attempting to come up with workarounds with Ying. That, and you woke up the next morning with a new sensation that wrapped around you like a clingy lover. And it wasn't anything like the miserable pessimism you hauled around, or like the apathy that…

No, no. It was apathy.

But a more positive kind of apathy. One that beckoned you to come to terms with many dilemmas in your mind. One of them being that winter was just... winter. A season. And like every other season, it had its ups and downs. It wasn't some omnipresent being out to get you, or whatever.

And quite frankly, this apathy was the best feeling you've ever had in a long... well, in your entire life. You woke up looking forward to the day, with a desire to actually get things going.

And that's exactly what you did.

You spent the past three months selling those plants back in your apartment at that nursery, you made friends with that lady who recommended you do such a thing, and now you were back at Yu’s house to check in on your growing orange trees. Heck, Yu’s neighbours even started greeting you whenever you came by.

They definitely saw you carrying the baskets of fruit and wanted some. Maybe you should use this wealthy neighbourhood to your advantage, you mused.

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Ying called you earlier and mentioned discussing the state of her café with you since she had ‘more important matters to get to’. And you didn’t really mind, despite still being a mere barista, but she said she’d discuss the details by afternoon… But the location? Yeah, she promised she’d get back to you on that after she’d decided.

You moved down the short corridor, your eyes taking a moment to adjust to the strong rays that poured through the windows of the doors. The darkness around you did not help ease the pain of such a bright light. But even then, you wrapped your free hand around the handle and forced the door open, allowing the brightness to finally balance itself out.

You noticed something yellow out of the corner of your eye. And you would’ve dismissed it if you hadn’t turned to look at what it was. It was… inside the basket. There was one Meyer lemon, probably from that harvest months ago that the two of you missed. It kind of made sense that you’d forget it. You haven’t really visited this house after that day, not with the ongoing streak of snowstorms. And, you know, Ying’s persistence on keeping you safe.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of a nearby mosquito. And immediately, you dropped the watering can and crushed the bug, instantly killing it. Now that you considered it, the one good thing about winter was the lack of annoying insects. That, and the fact it helped plants rejuvenate after a harvest, and that it kept earth’s temperature in check, and…

No, nevermind. You didn’t want to be warming up to winter. Pun intended.

You moved back towards your growing orange trees and observed their shape for a moment. And like the row of lemon trees right behind them, they looked as otherworldly as they were. The white flowers on it looked even prettier under the sunlight’s strong glare. Much prettier than in the winter, but they both had their charm. Super photogenic.

Just as you grabbed the watering can up from the ground, your phone vibrated with an embarrassingly loud ringtone, and you pulled it out of your pocket only to discover that Ying was calling. At the worst time as well, you thought as you answered and held up the device to your ear.

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"Hi."

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"Y/N, I've decided!"

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Her voice took you by surprise more than the ensemble of loud chirping birds around you.

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"Decided?"

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"We're going to meet up on the bridge. Do you remember it?"

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You kept the phone held up against your ear with your shoulder, grabbing one branch and gently pushing it aside so that the water from your can could reach every crevice of the tree.

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"The bridge...?"

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"Yes! I was told it looks ethereal in the spring, and it truly does! Ah, and it's closer to the train station than I thought. We can use it as a landmark for when we leave. What do you think?"

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You continued watering in silence for a moment. It looks ethereal in the spring? Who the heck told her that?

Whatever, it wasn’t your job to question everything.

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"That can work. When do I come by?"

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"Actually, I'm already here."

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You immediately stopped watering.

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"Already? Ying, the least you could've done was give me a heads up."

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“I’m sorry, but I have something scheduled for sundown! I’ll see you there, okay? I promise you, it’ll be worth it!”

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She closed the call before you could retort.

She was probably going to promote you or straight up just hand you the café. What with how busy she was starting to get and how much she disappeared, it wouldn’t surprise you if it turned out to be actually that. You didn’t really mind taking control of the café, now that you thought about it… Oh, but the idea of dealing with your co-workers’ minute problems sounded like pure torture.

You sighed and continued watering your plants in silence, quickening your pace so that you’d be able to make it to her in time.

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It took you a while, but eventually, you made it. And the only guidance you used was the pitter patter of the children’s feet as they ran around and cackled, alongside the melodic chirping of the birds. The bus left a trail of smoke as it sped off, but this one mild inconvenience was immediately drowned out by the sight before you.

Ying was right, the place looked like paradise on Earth now that it was spring.

The waters were crystal clear, the trees were full of life and the grass on the ground vibrated with an enigmatic amount of cheerfulness. Almost like they were harmoniously swaying to a tune you couldn’t hear. Had someone taken a picture of this place, you would’ve convinced yourself it was just editing and that there was no way Earth would look like this.

But it did, you mused as you approached the bridge.

It didn’t take long for you to arrive at a comfortable spot and rest your arms on the warm railing. Thankfully, despite your short height, the railings weren’t too tall and your loose clothes allowed you maximum flexibility to peer through to catch a glimpse of the waters. Short enough for you to be able to comfortably lean on it, but not so short children could fall down.

Your eyes were firmly fixated on the lake. And for the first time in so long, you felt... content.

You still didn't know what your goal in life was. You still didn't know why you should keep going, among many other questions like that. But all you knew was that the path your life headed in... Well, you didn’t want to change anything about it.

What would tomorrow look like? You pondered with a fond smile, holding up the Meyer lemon just above the lake and allowing the sun's light to shine in on it. And it beamed. It beamed with celestial beauty unfathomable to the human mind.

This was your harvest.

You put down the lemon with an even wider smile and stared at the lake instead, the fish that swam by. Tomorrow sounded amazing, now that you thought about it.

And you looked forward to it.

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"Y/N?"

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A soft voice promptly came up from behind you. You sighed and stuffed the lemon back into your pockets, before turning around to meet her gaze.

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"What took you so long? I thought you were in a hurry–"

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The moment you locked gazes with a familiar pair of lilac eyes, your breathing hitched, and time stood still.

It took a moment to comprehend that this person wasn’t Ying. It wasn’t Ying at all. It was… You felt your heart drop as you rapidly looked the figure up and down.

Broad shoulders, purple eyes, black hair, tall stature…

It was Yu. He stood only a few feet away from you; and he donned a meticulously designed hoodie with collars tall enough to conceal the lower portion of his face. One you had never seen before.

The words were lodged in your throat. Scratch that, no, your mind went completely blank, and the world felt like it started breaking apart.

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“Yu…”

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"Y/N, I..." He took a step forward, the floorboards audibly creaking under his weight. "I'm so sorry."

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His voice had a sombre undertone. Slight and drowned out by the mirth that surrounded the both of you, but it was still telling. It was one that successfully let you know that he drowned in regret, all without saying a single word.

And yet, you still weren't sure how to feel about this. Sad? Happy? Furious? The second option was the most obvious one in your mind, but for the love of God, you just couldn’t form a single thought in your head. Heck, you couldn’t even comprehend the situation in general. All you knew was that Yu was here. And that was… No, wrong wasn’t the word.

His hand gently clasped your shoulder, and a familiar warmth landed alongside it.

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"I'm sorry it took so long, but I- I was caught up in so many things, and it all just..."

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He then pulled you into a hug. Your cheek slammed against his chest, the impact only cushioned by his thick hoodie.

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"I missed you."

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You didn't react.

For a few seconds, you stood there with a stiff posture as you stared into space, unsure whether you should return the hug or just stay silent and not do anything. This whole situation felt unreal. It felt like one of those hyper realistic dreams your brain would conjure up whenever it decided it wanted to escape your pitiful life, but that sprinkle of hope always scattered the moment you woke up. But it wasn't. In fact, he stood right there, the familiar scent of lemons taking over your nostrils on account of how close he was.

Yu was here… He was present. He came back.

Though you shut your eyes as hard as you could, tears still formed against your will, and they were quick to stream down your cheeks.

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"Where..." you started, "Where were you...?"

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You weakly pulled away, but Yu still kept you in his grip. And you immediately took this chance to observe him all over again despite your incredibly blurry vision. It was as if those years had never passed given his features. He still had that same enchanting face, and those pretty lilac eyes that always tore away at your stress with just one glance.

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"After all this time..."

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You held his cheek and caressed it. His pale skin yielded under your touch, and the palm of your hand outlined the sharp structure of his jaw. The softness of his skin, the flicker of vulnerability in his eyes juxtaposed to his stony expression… All of it was all so familiar.

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"Why did you leave me, Yu?"

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"I'm– I'm sorry, Y/N. It wasn't my choice. If I could take it all back, I would–"

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"Why did you leave me?!"

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You burst into tears and clutched his hoodie, burying your head in his chest.

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"I thought you were dead! I– I thought that– I thought... I thought I lost you...!"

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Out of pure instinct, Yu was quick to bring you closer and tightly hold you in his arms.

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"I'm here, I'm here, okay? Nobody's dead."

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"I thought you died, Yu! I thought you were dead, I– thought you were..."

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Your sobs and nonsensical babbles continued. It was all the same repetitive questions about his well being, and more specifically, how you thought he was dead. Each sentence you managed to complete felt like another blade plunging his heart, only further drowning him in guilt.

And unfortunately for him, the only thing Yu knew to do in this situation was hold you and gently caress your back.

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"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I– I should've explained it all from the beginning. But I... didn't want to lose you if I ever did."

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He knew how stupidly soft you made him. How he'd stutter when speaking to you, and how wide his smile had gotten when you two first hugged, your arms squishing his thick white hoodie just to reach his form. The same hoodie he spent hours washing blood off of the night before.

Maybe he should've told you.

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"I thought you were dead, I– I thought... that gun, you–"

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Though you followed these loosely strung sentences with a curse, one specific word successfully pierced his bubble.

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"Gun? What gun?"

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This question seemed to bring you back as well. You pulled away, and just the sight of your red cheeks and shimmering eyes, aching with raw emotion, all of it was enough for him to understand how much this impacted you.

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"I saw that gun. N– next to that medallion." You furrowed your brow, the sun sharply highlighting your tear-stricken face. "Is that it? Are you in a gang, Yu? Is that what you couldn't tell me?!"

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"No! I– I wasn't in a gang, Y/N. It's..."

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Yu's gaze fell. Unintentionally, he instead eyed your trembling hands.

He couldn’t hide this anymore, could he?

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"I– I'm... Look, as unbelievable as this sounds, I– I was a… I was a hitman."

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"...You were what? A hitman?!"

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"Yeah. I… That’s the truth."

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You narrowed your eyes. It really was unbelievable. How could someone like him be capable of killing someone? No, not someone, but people? And for a job?! You would’ve labelled him a liar if it weren’t for that blasted gun.

Then, a name popped up in your mind, one that seemed to support this idea.

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"Iso...?"

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He went blank for a moment.

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"...That's, uh, no, that's a code name. I switched to a profession less... suffocating. That's what they call me now."

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"Ying was in on this?"

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Yu's face blanched. But quickly, he held your hand and firmly kept it in your grip.

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"She was my only way of knowing you were alive! There wasn't any– Y/N, look, none of this should've happened, I know I should've been honest from the beginning, but I didn't want you to leave if I ever told you!” His eyes darted elsewhere. “Ying wasn’t happy when she found out, but I–"

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"I’m not like her! I never would've gone anywhere! You could've been the devil and I still would've stayed because I wouldn’t have kept going if you weren’t there!” You furrowed your brow. ”But that's not the case anymore. I still love you, but I know what I deserve, Yu. I know I deserve a relationship that isn't... one-sided..."

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You suddenly choked on your words. Yet, he was quick to respond when he could.

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"But we can have that, Y/N! We can start anew, no more secrets. Nothing between us, okay? Nothing but the truth. Just, please..." he squeezed your trembling hand, "give me one more chance. I promise I'll make you the happiest woman on Earth."

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Tears began to flow once more, tracing the same path as the ones that had dried out mere seconds ago.

For a moment, your eyes slammed shut, and you used this pause to both catch your breath and comprehend the situation. It was hard to make a decision. Sure, you were unbelievably mad at everything. At Ying, at Yu, at the world, and especially those people who held Yu hostage, if his words were to be believed.

But, Hitman…? It sounded so unbelievable. Yu was just way too kind and pacifistic to commit murder. It sounded impossible.

Almost mechanically, You rested your head on his chest, lying limp as he wrapped his arms around you. The lack of aversion on your side registered as permission for him to hold you. Not that he still didn't remain incredibly cautious.

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"Happiest woman on Earth..."

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You muttered ponderously to yourself. You were already happy. But you knew you’d be happier with him. Even after everything that happened, you missed having him by your side again. You missed his curious little questions about things you considered mundane, and that endearing look of realisation as you explained it to him…

Then, a smile lifted your lips.

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"I missed you, Yu." You hugged him back. "From now on, you’ll be honest with me. About everything."

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Being this close to him, you felt the jump in his palpitations as he registered these words.

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"I will! I will. I promise."

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You closed your eyes, allowing the familiar scent of lemons to enter your nostrils and put your mind at ease once more. The two of you stayed like this for a second. It felt like this embrace’s sole purpose was to make up for how much you two missed each other. Of course, he knew he would’ve lost a bit of his sanity had he not known about your whereabouts, but he also knew that saying that probably… Maybe it’s best to keep quiet. Thank God for Ying’s updates…

Then, his eyes shot open at the mention of the healer.

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“Hey, let’s go home. I have so much to tell you.”

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You pulled away and wiped your cheek once more, noticing the eagerness etched on his features. You nodded.

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“I’d like that.”

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With that, he held your hand and helped you stand up, and the two of you began walking away from the bridge. His thumb promptly began tracing the lines on your palm all on its own. And of course, you couldn’t help but wistfully smile at this familiar

Despite everything, you couldn’t truly hate this man, no matter how much you knew you had to. You just wanted to know how this gentle giant was supposedly a hitman.

You rested your head on his shoulder as you moved.

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twilightmalachite · 16 days ago

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Esu Sagiri - Idol Story 3

Characters: Esu, Kanna

Translator: Mika Enstars

Proofreader: 310mc

"You can say that so casually only because you don’t know how insane Yume is… Please reflect on it, reflect deeper than the sea and reconsider higher than the mountains."

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Summer

Location: Toy Store

ES’ second year of establishment. A small way out from the ES Building, in the downtown area by a toy store…

Kanna: ……

Esu: I’ve found you at last, Kanna! It only took a million light years!

Kanna: “Light years” are not a unit of time, though.

Esu: Ahaha! You are so “Natsu Kanna” right from the get-go! Oh how I’ve missed it (natsukashii)! Na~tsu natsu natsu Natsu Kanna! Thank you so much! (?)

Kanna: What business do you have with me?

Esu: Ooh, and as calm and collected as ever…! You’re like that in person too?! Do you get through daily life alright?!

We had only communicated online up until recently, so I’d assumed you came off emotionless ‘cause it was through messages!

Kanna: Conversely, you are interminably loud in person.

Esu: Well, ‘cause I’m excited!

Maaan, it was a surprise getting to see you again yesterday, but to think I’d end up becoming an idol with you, Kanna! Even Indians wouldn’t be able to see it coming!

Kanna: …I deduce that statement was the result of mixing the sayings “Even Buddha wouldn’t be able to see it coming” and “Even Indians would be amazed”.[1]

Esu: What deduction! Are you a robot?!

Kanna: I often get that assessment. Anyhow, Esu-san, do excuse me for continuing to press the question—what business do you have with me?

Esu: Ah yeah, could you be Esupuri’s leader?

Kanna: Huh?

Esu: So~, apparently the guy who was supposed to be leader dropped out last second or something, and now I’m the leader of Esupuri for some reason.

But I’m not the type to be a leader, y’know?

Kanna: I find you to be perfectly suited for it. Out of all the members of Esupuri, the one with the most knowledge regarding idol activities is you, Esu-san.

Esu: Huh, where did you get that impression?

Kanna: Through the internet, I’ve gathered that your father was an idol.

Esu: Ahh~, and so that must mean I’ve inherited his idol-ness?

Kanna: Not quite. If you had an idol as your parent, then you’re likely familiar with the entertainment industry.

At the very least, more so than Raika-san, who we have little clarity on what they were doing prior, myself, who is simply a child, and Yume-san, who appears to have been a hobbyist cosplayer.

Esu: I dunno, before this I was just an adventurer traveling the world. I know little about idols, if I’m being honest.

It’s just the kind of work that my father used to do.

If anything, I’d say that Yume-san would be the most compatible, as someone who’d do commercial work as a cosplay suuuper once in a while—With that industry, I mean.

Kanna: Is that so. Then the role of leader should be left to Yume-san.

Esu: You can say that so casually only because you don’t know how insane Yume is… Please reflect on it, reflect deeper than the sea and reconsider higher than the mountains.

Kanna: What reason makes you think I would be more qualified to be the leader than anyone else?

It was you who Nice-san appointed to be leader. Presumably as you are the eldest member of Esupuri, and have both initiative and looks.

Esu: Oh, you’re complimenting me! I’m happy, even if it’s just flattery!

Kanna: They are objective facts.

Anyhow, I am the converse, as Esupuri’s youngest—Likely amongst the youngest active members in ES, in fact.

Are you certain you want a child to take on the important and responsible position of a leader? Even if you are fine with that, Esu-san, what would the public think?

They may find us unreliable, and wonder what the adults are doing apprehensively.

Esu: There aren’t any adults in Esupuri though, huh… We’re all kid newcomers.

Esu: But, back when I was an adventurer, you were my partner and you saved me countless times!

More than once or twice, you rescued a life that otherwise would’ve been inadvertently lost. I believe in your judgement, your intellect, your talent, and your humanity.

Kanna: ……

Esu: That’s why I wanted to entrust being leader to you. Any doubts in my judgement?

Kanna: Yes. You largely overestimate me.

As you can see, I am still a child who wants toys.

Esu: Ooh, this is a toy store, huh~! What did’ja get? I’ve shut myself away for so long I have no idea what’s in nowadays! Urashima Taro![2]

Kanna: I have purchased a popular handheld console alongside some exclusive games for it.

Esu: Yeah, yeah! You really are amazing, huh Kanna!

Kanna: …?

Esu: You’ve predicted my actions and acted accordingly, haven’t you?

You’ve got information processing skills that rival a computer’s, skills that’d not only put an adult to shame, but send a professional in the field running!

You’d be able to predict the actions of someone as simple as myself with ease! After all, you saw how much I hated it when I was appointed leader!

Kanna: ……

Esu: And so, analyzing my personality, you concluded that I would try to delegate the role of leader to someone else. That’s why you prepared a reason to decline in advance.

Isn’t that right, Kanna!

Here you are, buying a slightly-outdated game console that every toy-loving kid would have only just now.

The three games of your choosing completely lack cohesion, they look like you just randomly picked up whatever was nearby.

Kanna: ……

Esu: You anticipated that I would reach out to you, and bought a toy as proof that you are “too young to assume the role of leader”.

And now here you are, showing those games off to me.

Am I wrong, Kanna?

If I am, then explain to me what these games you wanted are about. Tell me, what made you want to buy these?

Kanna: ……

…Is it really that strange?

Esu: Huh?

Kanna: I said. Buying an RPG with a lot of cute girls, a hard-core old-fashioned shogi game—

And a party game I could enjoy playing with everyone. Is it really that strange?

Esu: Wha, but, but—You don’t seem all too interested in girls, and you do seem like you’d like shogi, but don’t we live in an age where you can download as many as those things you want for free? And—

Kanna: And I don’t seem like the type of person who is sociable and would want to have fun with other people?

What a cruel assumption to make. I’m hurt. …I really did like them, and I really did want them.

Esu: Huh wha? Uaaaagh! I’m sorry?! I’m such a despicable Onii-san I should just go and die!

I’m sorry I’ll think about what I’ve done! I was being presumptive! And I was acting upon an adolescent impulse to out the truth with a smug look on my face!

I’m seriously so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you at all, Kann—

Kanna: —If you didn’t intend to hurt me, then don’t try to put a heavy burden of responsibility like a leadership position on a child younger than yourself.

Esu: Huh…?

Kanna: Please perform your appointed job properly, Onii-san.

Esu: R-Right… I’ll do my best, even if I hate it. I’ll be the leader.

Kanna: I am relieved to hear that.

Ah, I won’t be needing this game console or these games, so you can have them.

Esu: Huh? Wait, you mean you—

Kanna: Yes. Your guess was correct. I’m a little surprised; I’ve always thought you can be strangely sharp at times, despite looking like a complete idiot through and through—

I had thought that part of you might have dulled while you shut yourself away, but that part of you hasn’t changed at all, huh, partner.

Esu: Ooh—Whuh? Could you not just walk away satisfied, Kanna-kuuun?

Kanna: No. I’m tired of having walked around fruitlessly, so I’m going back. I have some specialized books I would like to read.

Esu: You don’t care about things like games after all, huh?

So even though you searched up the toy store’s address on the web, you couldn’t figure out the exact location and tired yourself walking around in circles, didn’t you? Right?

Kanna: Yes, what of it.

By the way, Esu-san, I have recorded all the statements you made earlier, including ones such as “I’ll be the leader”. They have already been uploaded to the online cloud.

How unfortunate. Now you have no choice but to take on the role of leader now, Esu-san.

Esu: That’s fine… Besides, I know it’s a bit too late for me to say this, but I don’t like the idea of imposing such a heavy load onto a child like you, anyway.

Kanna: You are also just a child, though.

Esu: Yeah. So, I think I’m gonna enjoy playing these games you imposed onto me.

Or actually, you should play with me, Kanna-ku~n! Let’s have fun playing this party game~! We’ve finally gotten the opportunity to be companions, after all!

Kanna: It’s a hassle so I don’t want to.

That being said, I’m also aware from experience that entanglement with you will bring forth countless hassles.

So I supposed it wouldn’t hurt to get used to it now.

Esu: Exactly! We’ll be idols together from now on, so please get very used to me! Let’s get you introduced to Yume too! And invite that Raika-kun kid too!

Let’s all play together, and deepen our friendships with everyone in Esupuri!

Kanna: We didn’t join together just to play.

Esu: It’s fine~! Usually, the job of children is to play!

I mean, didn’t you also buy something like a party game because you wanted to play together? Am I wrong?

I’m not, right? This also gotta be another prediction of yours unfolding—

Kanna: No. I truly did not predict for it to get to this point.

You are far more intense, and far more obnoxious, than I predicted.

Esu: You’re saying that with a straight face?! You’ll hurt this Onii-san of yours! That’ll make even an adult cry, you know?!

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story directory

The tagline used in an old Special S&B Curry commercial in the 1960s, meant to mean that their curry is so good that even those from India, the birthplace of curry, would be amazed. See a commercial for it here!

A tale where a fisherman, Urashima Taro, rescues a sea turtle and is brought to a palace as a reward and entertained by a princess for several days, only to realize upon returning home that he was gone for at least 100 years. Esu calls himself like “Urashima Taro but for real” in VS★PRINCESS too.

#esu sagiri #idol #translation #kanna natsu

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ofmdrecaps · 9 days ago

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11/09-10/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; More Starfury Republic of Pirates Pictures!; Samba Schutte; Vico Ortiz; Kristian Nairn; Samson Kayo; Guz Khan; Damien Gerard; Dominic Burgess; Articles; LettersToSeaForSeason3; Love Notes;

= David Jenkins =

Chaos dad has broken his silence of several days with a very important question (about his pups).

Source: David's Bsky

He also shared this awesome work by @tabbystardust, which is still one of my faves.

Source: David Jenkins Instagram / Tabby Stardust

= Rhys Darby =

Rhys was interviewed on Flightless Bird with Rhys' old buddy David Ferrier! You can check out the Spotify Episode here!

Source: Rhys' Bsky

Another excerpt from Rhys' 25 year show on his instagram!

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Source: Rhys' Instagram

= Darby Daily Doodle =

Source: Rhys Darby's Free Substack

He was also on Craigio On the Radio!

Source: Craigio On The Radio

== More Starfury Pictures! ==

Starfury Conventions posted some more picture from the convention!

Source: Starfury Twitter

= Samba Schutte =

Samba's posting more selfies of his latest work.

Some of the shows that Samba's been doing voice work for have been getting some acknowledgement over at The Velma Awards! First up was Monster High which received the "Best Guest Star Extravaganza".

Jurassic World: Chaos Theory won "Best Queer Relationship That's Just a Plain Ol' Relationship" in the Velma Awards!

And BAFTA Nominations are up! Call of Duty: Black Ops 6 has been nominated for three BAFTAs! Congrats Samba and Damien!

Best Game

Multiplayer

Audio Achievement

Animation

Source: Samba's Instagram

= Kristian Nairn =

Apple Music has been recommending Kristian's new track!

Source: Kristian Nairn's Instagram Stories

= Vico Ortiz =

I'm running a bit late so the Tales of the Trancestors just happened in this weekend! Check out some BTS for it!

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Source: ChloeGlowyFlowy Instagram

= Samson Kayo =

Samson is out in Abu Dhabi for the F1 Filming.

Source: Samson's Instagram Stories

= Guz Khan =

Guz finished filming the last season of Man Like Mobeen recently, and he spent a few minutes reflecting on watching the last episode <3

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Source: Guz's Instagram

= Damien Gerard =

One of Damien's recent works "Blame!", a short film by Suzanne Roche is an official selection for the 2024 Hollywood Best Indie Film Awards!

Source: Damien's Instagram Stories

= Dominic Burgess =

Have a lot of extra cash and want to dine with Dominic and help out a Charity at the same time? Well good news! You can! You can bid on a chance to dine with Dominic at this Charity Auction!

Source: Dominic's Bsky

== Articles ==

Our friends over at @adoptourcrew have been keeping us posted with lots of articles about OFMD. It's nice to see the show being featured in so much media even a year later after S2 ended!

Source: Adopt Our Crew's Bsky

== LettersToSeaForSeason3 ==

More helpful information about the LettersToSeaForSeason3 to netflix! Mailing window cheatsheet:

US: 12/31/24 - 01/07/25

Europe: 12/26/24 - 01/02/25

Other International Locations: 12/22/24 - 12/29/24

Source: Aproperpirate's Twitter

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Never Left Podcast =

Source: NeverLeft Podcast Spotify

= OFMD Colouring Pages/Wrapping Paper! =

Our fabulous crewmate @patchworkpiratebear is back! They've made wrapping paper for the holidays! Check out these adorable patterns! If you want some high res versions to download you can do on on the Repo.

Source: PatchworkPirateBears Bsky

== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies. I have been having a bit of week so I'll be brief so I can make sure to get this out tonight. We are coming to the end of the year, and I hope very much that you are being kind to yourself. Please oh please give yourself a hug tonight, drink some water, or some tea, and have one of your favorite treats. The new week is starting soon and you'll need your strength. Be good to yourselves <3 Sending hugs your way.

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#Instagram #david jenkins #kristian nairn #rhys darby #vico ortiz #ofmd #our flag means death #guz khan #adopt our crew #ofmd colouring pages #samson kayo #samba schutte #damien gerard #dominic burgess #never left podcast #letterstoseaforseason3 #chaos dad #long live ofmd #man from mobeen

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revelingrexan · 6 months ago

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ABOUT LUCIFER CUSSING

i found something that surprised me and that i think other fans will find interesting

TL;DR - from what we have so far, Hazbin's Lucifer doesn't swear much. cussing just isn't his favored way of showing surprise, disgust, or whatever else someone might swear for. altho, he will swear if he's (1) trying to look cool, (2) interacting with someone he's especially irritated or upset by, (3) VERY surprised and/or disgusted, or (4) singing in harmony with other characters lol.

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LONGER VERSION: an interesting aspect of Hazbin's version of Lucifer is he's still very much an angel in his personality and mannerisms. he's spent many millennia in Hell, though, and has grown jaded and callous about many things. but that angel part is still there, is how i interpret his comparatively rare swearing and his goofy substitutions ("Oh my golly" and "Whoopie! Bye-bye!" being the most notably silly, which i love)

and here's my data set lol. from both episodes 5 and 8

if you don't count his uses of "Hell" when solely referring to the location (e.g. "The big boss of Hell himself!") or God as swears, then of his nine swears, five of them are to Alastor or Adam (four to Adam), and two of them are in the final song (one just an exclamation and the other with him singing in harmony with other characters)

the "other exclamations" sections are pretty loose; those are times other characters might use a swear or might use words or actions (e.g. flipping someone off) that essentially function as swears

i don't know if this character observation and my "four reasons he might swear" will hold water in season 2 (more data points!! heeheehehehe), but, even though Vivziepop frequently gets criticized for all the swearing in her shows, she does seem thoughtful about giving characters swearing "styles," so i wouldn't be surprised if this was purposeful and will mostly stay in place

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episode 5 cusses

HEEEY BIIIIIIITCH

oH! What in the uN. HOLY. HELL. IS THAT?

OH YOU TACKY PIECE OF-- ((interesting. finally noticed his mouth is animated for the cut off "shit"))

other exclamations

Oh, who am I kidding? This SUCKS!

Daughter? DAUGHTER! DAUGHTER CALLING!? /OH!/

Abso-LUTEly!

Oh my golly!

(chuckles) Alright then. >:3c

Hold on now!

Whoopie! Bye-bye!

Alright, I mean, look.

Huh-HO boy!

(VIOLENT WHEEZE) ((on balcony))

CHARLIE! (EXHALE) YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!

(COUGHED DISTRESSED WHEEZE)

(long sad exhale)

episode 8 cusses

...and now, I am going to FUCK you!

Nice try, douchebag.

You're in MY house, BITCH!

How's mercy taste, you little bitch?

🎵 HELL, you owe it!! 🎵

🎵 And then tomorrow it will be a fucking happy day in hell~ 🎵

other exclamations

Wait, what did I say?

(rapid entertained laughs)

Wuh-oh! :)

Whoa! :) Missed me! Not even close.

(frog blink)

Take your little friends... 🔥🔥AND GO HOME!!🔥🔥 Please. :3

Sooo... who's up for pancakes?

By God, Charlie! ❤️

Augh, this guy.

#THIS IS ALSO PARTIALLY A HALF-JOKING REQUEST TO FIC WRITERS TO GET CREATIVE WITH HIS EXCLAMATIONS SJQKFKSKSKKS #I'VE BEEN PAYING ATTENTION TO GOOFY SUBSTITUTIONS PEOPLE USE SINCE I MADE THIS OBSERVATION AND TWO OF MY FAVES ARE #'HOT PANCAKES' AND 'YOU JUST SAVED MY BAJEEJEES'#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lucifer #hazbin lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer morningstar #tw swearing #tw cussing #cussing #swearing

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myth-blossom · 9 months ago

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Celebrating Hitman Fanworks

Since I missed International Fanworks Day, I’m posting about it now 😁

The Hitman fandom is comprised of so many amazingly talented people. Their passion in celebrating the Hitman series goes to incredibly creative lengths, including (but certainly not limited to) animations, let’s plays, GIFs, screenshots, fanfiction, fanart, playlists, crafts, and more. I wanted to make a post recognizing many of these wonderful people and link some of my favorite fanworks of theirs through the years. (Please note: Tumblr kept breaking with so many links, so I had to paste some fanart links as plain text!)

And I know there are more awesome people out there still for me and others to discover—comment/reblog and let us know who they are! ❤️

Videos

@cartoonishly (Cartoonishly Animations) - Hitman 3: The Masterful Mendoza SASO

@outsidexboxofficial (outsidexbox: Let’s Plays) - Hitman 3: Lust Escalation

bigmooney06: Let’s Plays - Hitman 3 is changing in a BIG way

The Stupendium: Music - The Apex - Hitman 3 Rap feat. NemRaps!

@issytheamateurnerd - “All of us on Tumblr be like”

GIFs

@dianaburnwood: Absolution was peak storytelling

@tobiasrieper: HITMAN locations: Chongqing, China

@itspapillonnoir: Sapienza

@cajunandfire: Hitman Characters: Diana Burnwood

@arthur-edwards: Hitman 3

Screenshots

@lucas-grey: Diana in Mendoza

@tvfreak56: We’ll always have Paris

@diana-fortyseven: Lust DLC

@a-gromova: Brick by brick

Fanart

@darkyu-yj: Diana/47

@cabbi3: Diana/47

@apricotbones: Hitman Paperback

@ellenchain: Vacation Time

@evilhellcrow: Diana/47

@magentasteam: Lucas Grey

@glass-of-malbec: “Hold me. I’m the monster that you’ve carved out of stone.”

@theserlingbucket: You’ve given me too much to feel.

@rieper-for-hire: New Contract Available

@lone-pylon: Mendoza doodles

@hndcrm: “summer’s kiss to electric wire” fanart

@cartoonishly: “He is a polite one, isn’t he?”

@excellentwork47: Is it the season of lust yet?

@grumpynora: Musée du Louvre WIP

@tsuyuus: Agent and Handler

@spookiiwookii: Yearly redraw time :3

@naho-natsumaki: Diana/47

@qpneuma: mendoza dianas https://www.tumblr.com/qpneuma/707446302762483712/mendoza-dianas

@a-gromova: “One last tango, 47" (https://www.tumblr.com/a-gromova/641313052416000001/one-last-tango-47)

@krazyyy: 47 and Diana just need to hug, plz IO. (https://www.tumblr.com/krazyyy/632341649653153792/47-and-diana-just-need-to-hug-plz-io)

@nihilnovisubsole: we know who the real power player is in this series (https://www.tumblr.com/nihilnovisubsole/90643653125/we-know-who-the-real-power-player-is-in-this)

@krn-art: Diana/47 (https://www.tumblr.com/krn-art/642321124290674688/hitman-fanart-coming-through-one-side-move-it)

@vodissey: “Madame Diana” (https://www.tumblr.com/vodissey/643885298271600640/madame-diana-her-appereance-in-hitman-3-directly)

@fassbender-mcavoyobsessed: Blueberry Muffins fanart (https://www.tumblr.com/fassbender-mcavoyobsessed/691517386799611904/ive-been-very-uninspired-lately-but-i-recently)

@diana-fortyseven: They Would Always Have Mendoza (https://www.tumblr.com/diana-fortyseven/722847902962155520/they-would-always-have-mendoza-deviantart)

Fanfiction

@cicaklah: cicak - another day down here in paradise (explicit)

@diana-fortyseven: Diana47 - Little Red Riding Hood (explicit)

@cajunandfire: Spicyfuego - A Private Show (teen and up)

@peridotglimmer: SugarsweetRomantic - Box Dye (teen and up)

@postalninja: Postal_Ninja - Coming Home (general audiences)

@skylightpirate: New1Romantic - Does Your Husband Know The Way The Sunshine Gleams From Your Wedding Band? (explicit)

@issytheamateurnerd: Nerding_Amateurly - I could never be ready (teen and up)

@air-tuna-art: air-tuna-art - Daises on your night stand (teen and up)

@greengoldfish: greengoldfish - Ordinary Days (explicit)

@r-kaye: R-Kaye - y2k (teen and up)

TheAntiHero - Condo 1202 (explicit)

@nihilnovisubsole: akfedeau - Death and Orchids (mature)

Crafts

@arthur-edwards: Fan-furniture

@urarakawarabi: Diana/47 Plushies

Please be sure to check them out and show them some love! ❤️

#Hitman Fanworks #Hitman Fandom #Fandom Appreciation #Hitman #Hitman Fanart #Hitman GIFS #Hitman Screenshots

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towriteloveontheirarms · 1 year ago

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Peakaboo! I see you... (modern!Stalker!Aegon II Targaryen x reader)

synopsis: You have always felt safe in your own home, shutting out the scary, real world. Unknowing, that someone stared at you through the large windows almost every day and night. But a window is just glass, and glass… oh it breaks so, so easily…

warnings: Dark fic, non-con, slight somnophilia, stalking, obsession, mentions of alcohol and drinking, afab reader, angst, fluff, smut, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex

word count: 8k

taglist: @urmomsgirlfriend1, @agqrtz

(If you want to be tagged in the `kissing booth AU´, for a specific character/fandom or in general let me know in my asks, comments or DMs)

a/n: So, in honor of spooky season I started rewatching `You´ and this is what happened. Let me know if I missed any tw´s or anything. I hope y´all enjoy!! <3

When you had moved to King´s landing you found yourself alone and truly scared for the first time in your life. Fleabottom wasn´t the safest place to begin with, but it was the only thing you could afford while attending Uni, leaving you very little safe spaces. One of them being your friend Sarah Snow´s place and the other, your own apartment. Where you could shut out the scary real world with the turn of a key and multiple locks. Cuddling into your bed with your phone, the tv providing the only source of light in the apartment. It´s still early in the evening, but you had always valued a quiet night in over going out to some shitty bar or club or party, like your friends did. You silently shake your head at the thought of Sarah, Aly and Cassandra getting hammered at some party right now. And as if they heard your thoughts your phone starts to ring with an incoming videocall.

“Hey girl!” Aly exclaimed the second you accept the call. Making you hold the phone a little further away at the sheer volume of her voice. You can see your other two friends in the background, getting ready for going out.

“Hey, Aly. What are you up to?” You ask in a much quieter tone.

“We´re going out tonight.” By the way her words slur ever so slightly it is clear that the three of them had been pregaming.

“Okay, but… Why are you calling me? You know I am not in on the whole party thing.” A feeling in your gut told you, that a plan was afoot. A plan you wouldn´t like as much as sitting at home and watching movies.

“You´re coming with us. That´s why.” Cassandra´s voice sounds from the background.

“Oh no. No. No. No.” You insist.

“No, no talking back this time. Your gonna like it. I promise. There is this really niche bar, that has an open mic thing tonight for anyone that wants to share their work. It will be great.” Cassandra tries to convince you in a sweet voice.

“Ugh. Cas, Aly…”

“Come on. You always whine about being insecure about your writing. This could be great for you.” Sometimes you really hated your friends persistence. Especially when her points weren´t even half bad.

“Alright, fine. Send me the address and give me an hour to get ready.” You hear them cheering as you rub your eyes with the hand that isn´t holding up the phone. “But I won´t get behind that microphone. No matter what you say.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just get yourself presentable and come down. We´ll meet you there.” Just as suddenly as they had called you, they hang up again.

You throw your phone to the side and sigh deeply. Running your hands over your face, followed by bringing them down onto your upper thighs in an attempt to motivate yourself. Of course it doesn´t work and so, with another sigh you turn the tv off and hop into the shower. The warm water feels nice on your skin and when the time to step out, the typical feeling of not wanting to leave overcomes you. But you have to get ready if you don’t want to get shit from Sarah or Cas, so you force yourself to put on some light makeup and grab the next best clothes from your closet, that make you look presentable. Looking at the location of the bar you realize that it is only a few subway stops from your place and so you grab your phone, keys and wallet and head out to the station closest to your place. Checking twice if the pepper spray is still in your purse.

You walk down the stairs just in time for the subway to arrive.

When you arrive at the bar Sarah, Cassandra and Aly are already waiting outside. Greeting you with a mutually hollered “Babes!!”

“Heyyy!” You mirror their tone. Putting on a wide smile to not let them see how tired you really were.

Together the four of you enter the bar and the first thing you notice over the low chatter is how stuffed it is already. You barely find a table that fits all of you and immediately order a round of shots. A good choice as it turns out, because you barely have time to put down your coat, when you hear your name announced over the mic. A frown flits over your face, but you don´t have the heart or maybe the energy for a discussion now, so you pound back another shot and get up on the small makeshift stage. You sit down on the uncomfortable bar stool and introduce yourself. Beginning to read the latest excerpt from the book you were writing that you still have on your phone. The audience honestly doesn´t give much of a reaction, aside from your friend´s aggressive cheers. And the spotlight blinds you a bit, letting your anxiety practically spike. You can hear your voice shake as you read. Your hands and legs still tremble when you finally get back to the table.

“Y´all are such assholes. I told you I didn´t wanna read…” You protested as you take a drink from them.

“Aw, you were great either way, babes. Now come on. Let´s enjoy the evening.” Sarah tries to keep peace, laying a soothing hand on your arm. You know she means well. All of them do, but you still feel kind of hurt, that they had gone behind your back like that.

Over all the commotion and the people that read after you, you completely ignore the blonde stranger who, ever since you had entered the bar, couldn´t seem to turn his eyes away from you. Blissfully unaware of the dark thoughts behind them. And it stays that way until you leave. Tipsy, staggering up to the uber under his hidden watchful eyes. You close the door behind you and push the feeling of being watched aside as a side effect of being a woman alone in the outside world. He follows you in his own car. Thoughts of needing to have you and being the one for you swirling in his mind and possessing his every thought. Your mind however is occupied with the need for sleep and so he goes easily unnoticed. Looking through the widow of your ground level apartment as you undress and go to bed in only your underwear. He can even count himself lucky enough to go unnoticed by you over the next few days as you follow your usual routine. Going to the gym, the library, lessons, grocery shopping. Whatever you do, his eyes are on you. Until he is sure he knows your schedule by heart. Moving him along to step two of his plan.

You meet up with your friends at a bar again. A different one this time and on your own accord. It was the last day before spring break and them all leaving to visit home. All of them except for you. You don´t mind not going home so much as being alone for a whole week. So, you make sure to enjoy the evening with them and once again ignore the feeling of being watched that had sat in the back of your brain for the past week or so. And when you go to get another round of drinks, that´s when he strikes.

You make your way over to the bar. Not really looking where you are going, when you run into someone. Their drink spilling all over the front of your shirt. You jump back as the wet fabric clings to your skin.

“Woah, I´m so sorry. Are you okay?” The stranger gives you a bright smile, flashing his perfect teeth. A smile that reaches his lilac eyes. Making them sparkle and crinkling their corners. He holds out some napkins for the stain that steadily grows more uncomfortable.

“Thank you. Yes, no. Yeah, I´m alright. Uh, I´m sorry too. I totally didn´t watch where I was going.” You tap at the stain in order to hopefully take some of it off. Smiling back at him. You can´t help but to. “Let me buy you a new drink. To make up for all of that.”

“No, no. I should buy you one. I totally ruined your shirt. I insist.” He is so effortlessly sympathetic that you couldn´t even protest against his words if you wanted to.

“Okay.” Youn nod and follow him to the bar, where you sit down together.

“I´m Aegon, by the way.” He extends his hand for you to shake, which you do while offering up your name.

“It´s nice to meet you, Aegon.” The two of you order drinks and fall into conversation easily. Talking about anything and everything until you feel your phone vibrate inside of your pocket. Pulling it out you see Cassandra´s name on the screen. Reminding you of who you actually came here with and why.

Another glance at the clock tells you, that it is well past midnight.

“Shit, I didn´t realize it was that late already.” You turn to him to say goodbye. Ready to never see this handsome not so strange stranger ever again, when he makes you another offer.

“Want me to drive you home? It´s probably not safe out there at this time of night.”

“That would actually be so great, but I´d hate to inconvenience you. I probably live in the whole other direction from where you need to go.” You rub your neck. Taking a step back, ready to leave to say goodbye to your friends.

“Come on, it would be my pleasure to do that for you. I would hate for something to happen to you on your way home. Just say yes.” Aegon´s gaze is so intense and there is only one thought behind them, that the alcohol has made you ignorant of to his luck. If you leave alone now, he wasted his chance.

You sigh. “Okay, alright. Thank you so much. I just need to say bye to my friends and then we can go.”

He offers you his jacket to hide the stained shirt and then follows your lead back to the table.

“Hey, girls. I´m super sorry I just dipped, but I met Aegon and he´s gonna drive me home now. I´ll explain tomorrow. Okay?”

“Yeah, alright. Just be safe and don´t do anything we wouldn´t do.” They wink at you and turn back to their conversation as you and Aegon make your way outside to his car.

Ever so gentlemanly he opens the door to the passenger side of the golden Mercedes s-class for you, making you curtsy jokingly and giggle, then walks around to the driver side, to get in himself.

The two of you find your way back into the conversation and so you don´t even realize that you never actually told him were you lived. Nevertheless he pulls up in front of your apartment complex in no time.

“I had a really nice evening with you tonight.” He says with another wide grin and soft chuckle.

“Me too. And I´m sorry again for that drink. One would think that at my age I would´ve learned how to watch where I´m going.” You run a hand through your hair. Still slightly embarrassed about your carelessness.

“No, again, it is fine. I should have watched my steps as well, but if you really want to apologize you could give me your number? And we could meet up again some time. I´m guessing you´re on spring break too now.” It´s almost frustrating how good he looks with his head tilted and those beautiful lilac puppy dog eyes. If there was any doubt about wanting to see him again, they are all gone now. You need to see him again. So, you pull out your phone and give him your number.

“Don´t let me wait too long before I hear from you.” You give him one last smile before exiting the car. He sits in the car until you close the building door behind you and then parks his car around the corner to go back and observe you for a bit longer without being overly obvious.

Through the large windows Aegon watches you like every night of the past week. Stepping out of your clothes, doing your nightly skincare routine, before slipping on the smallest pair of pajamas he had ever seen and slip underneath the covers to watch some more tv. Falling asleep in front of it. All with an almost dorky smile. He thinks you are the cutest thing he has ever seen. The way you are so excited about your little meeting is something he has never seen in his life and he is instantly hooked. Fantasies about you being all excited and running up to him when he enters the apartment after a long day out enter his mind. Thoughts about sharing the sweetest kisses. When he opens his eyes he sees something that isn´t as innocent as he first perceived you.

Your hands caress your breasts and wander bellow the blanket, your back arching as they enter your core.

Aegon lets out a breathless curse. His own hand wandering inside his pants to tug on his length. His thoughts turn instantly. From innocent kisses to you arching your back up until your breasts touch his chest. Writhing and squirming underneath him from the pleasure he is giving you. Your tight walls fluttering around his cock as you come from the circles his thumb rubs into your clit. He has to clamp his hand over his mouth so you don´t hear him moan outside of your window. Once he´s finished, he leaves. Not wanting to push his luck, but definitely looking forward to the next time he´d see you.

The next morning you text the girls group chat. Apologizing for your behavior the previous night, by telling them every detail about the conversation with Aegon. How nice he was to you and how you thought that maybe, after a couple more dates, you could say he is the one. And as if he smelled you were talking about him in that moment you get a message from Aegon. Asking you out for coffee. You try to hide the smile that forces its way onto your mouth by biting your lower lip, even though there is no one there to hide it from. You answer him quickly and this time take a little extra time getting ready. Facetiming Aly, who is the only one that isn´t on a plane yet, to consult her on what best to wear. Even if she teases you relentlessly about being so nervous about a simple coffee date.

The truth is you haven´t been out on an actual date in years. Not after your last boyfriend had broken up with you for reasons only known to that absolute piece of shit. You had wasted three years pf your life on him and he couldn´t even give you a reason as to why he didn´t want to be with you anymore all of a sudden.

You take a deep breath to calm your nerves and hopefully stop the bouncing on your leg. Entering the small café he had asked you out to where you find him already sat at a table. A half smirk spreads his face. And by the seven you have to calm yourself down not to do anything embarrassing as a result of the glee you feel upon seeing him.

“Hey, I didn´t make you wait too long did I?” You ask bashfully.

“No worries. I basically just sat down.” He assures you. Watching with careful eyes as you take of your coat to reveal the dress you had chosen with Aly´s help and are now second guessing if the choice hadn´t been a bit too revealing.

“Phew, I´m glad to hear that. I hate making people wait for me.” You wipe away an imaginary drop of sweat and chuckle.

“Nah, you´re good.” He goes to say something else, but in that moment a waitress interrupts him to take your order. Which of course Aegon makes a mental note of. Just like anything he had learned about you so far. The waitress, an older woman, seems to recognize the nature of your meeting and how nervous you are and gives you an encouraging smile. You smile back at her and make sure to remember to tip her later.

“Alright so, normally I´d ask how you have been, but since we last saw each other last night I guess did you come home well yesterday?” You quipped.

“Yeah, I did. How about you?” The two of you share a laugh. Without the alcohol in your system he seems even more effortlessly charming. Coffee gets followed by dinner, which he invites you to. Talking about family, life, dreams and aspirations. You tell him about your parents’ divorce, the relationship you have with all of them, how studying and writing is going. How your dream is to be published one day. You open up to him more than you ever have to anyone in that short amount of time and he listens. He listens so well. Telling you about his studies and his father’s company, that he will inherit one day, yet he never makes you feel small compared to him, like others would probably make you feel. It would be easy to, but he just doesn´t. And your feelings for him grow ever stronger. He even persists on paying for you. Saying that you could pay the next dinner, but the two of you are aware that you could never earn enough money to pay a meal this expensive.

At the end of the day he drops you off at home once more, but when you hug him goodbye whispering “Thank you so much. I had such a great time today.” Into his ear he goes in for a kiss.

It’s a possessive claiming of your mouth kind of kiss. All clashing teeth and heavy bursts of breath. Wandering hands, pulling on clothes in a needy attempt to get the close proximity you both want so deeply. He pulls the air from your lungs only to breath it back into them a second later. It´s hard to do, but in the end you manage to pull away.

“It´s late. We should continue this another time.” You whisper with your forehead resting against his shoulder. Everything inside of you screams to keep going, but your brain told you to take it slow. To savor it.

“Okay. I can´t wait.” He lays a peck on the shell of your ear. Letting you go reluctantly. “Text me when you get home.”

You chuckle and step out of the car. Pulling out your phone the second you close the door behind you to text him a quick `I´m home. Had such a great time with you. Can´t wait to do this again <3´.

He watches the glow of the screen vanish behind the large window. Replying with a `Same. Sweet dreams<3´, but this time he doesn´t stay around to watch you. Instead he goes home to sink into one of the dreams he had ever since he met you. One where he watches you sleep in the morning, the rising sun and the way you lay sprawled out beside him making you look like an utter goddess. And then you wake up to give him a smile that makes him feel like he has a heart attack. It feels so real that when he wakes up to another text from you, he has to pull himself together to not mess up his carefully hatched out plan. His train of thought gets interrupted by his phone ringing.

“Good morning…” Your raspy morning voice comes out of the speaker. You sound absolutely gorgeous to him. Making his eyes roll back into his head a little.

“Good morning, doll. What´s up?” The smirk on his face is audible in his voice.

“Nothing much. I just wanted to hear your voice.” You murmur, rubbing your eyes. “Oh gods, that sounded so cheesy. I´m sorry.”

“Hey, you´re good. I actually think that´s really cute.” He muses.

“Oh? Well, I guess I don´t have to feel like it is too soon when I tell you I had the weirdest dream tonight.” You chuckle and clear your throat from the sleepiness.

“Really? Do tell.”

“I don´t know. I can only remember that we were together, in my apartment and I guess you were watching me sleep and it felt so real… I probably sound so weird right now.” You scoff at yourself. Wondering why you even told him that.

He on the other hand chuckles at your confession. Cursing himself out in his mind, to will himself to stay strong.

“I had the same dream. I hope you don´t think I´m like a stalker or obsessed or something now.” His tone is lighthearted, but the gods now he needs you to stay unconscious of that side of him. No, he wasn´t any of those things. He was looking out for you. You meant a lot to him and that meant he wanted to protect you. “So, you know. You at least aren´t weirder than I am.”

Sadly you have a shit ton to study, before spring break ends and so you aren’t able to meet again in the coming days. Of course that doesn´t mean that he can´t see you though. The feeling of being watched follows you around like a burning shadow throughout that time. Yet you push it away. Telling yourself that it was probably just exam stress or social anxiety or something. Which Aegon, knowing you as well as he does, is grateful for. Usually he would hate to see you anxious or stressed, wanting to take all that burdens you off you, but when it came to him getting caught… Well, not that he was doing anything wrong, but experience has taught him, that people tended to see things differently from him.

So he stays hidden. Texting and calling you every day and watching you sink your fingers or a toy into your sweet cunt each night. Every time he is overcome by thoughts of how you would make so much sweeter sounds if it was his length that your walls where fluttering around as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over you. Each time he reminds himself anew that things are going steady with you and it would only be a short while until those thoughts became a reality.

On one of those evenings you surprise him with another call. Curses fall from his lips under his breath as he scrambles around the corner, praying that you haven´t heard his phone.

“Hey…” He says after pressing the green button on the screen.

“Hey, is this a bad time? You sound kinda out of breath.” Your voice chirps on the line.

“No, you could never call at a bad time.” Except for now kinda. “What´s up? Didn´t you say you wanted to write all day?”

“Yeah, I did. When my friends come back tomorrow there will be little chance to do so uninterrupted, but um… I couldn´t focus. Like at all.” You murmur.

“Oh, can I do anything to help?” he purrs.

“You could get some Starbucks and come over?” You ask in the most tempting voice you could offer. Not that he needed much persuasion to tend to any of your wishes as soon as you asked.

“Sure. I´m on my way.”

“You´re the best. Thanks.” You chirp and then the only thing that can be heard on this side of the line is the tone of the disconnected call from the device in his hand. Sprinting to his car, he almost drops his keys in anticipation at the prospect of spending time with you. Basically racing to your favorite coffee shop to get coffee, and some pastries he knew would be more than happy about right now. He knew, knowing everything about you would come in handy one day.

At the same time you put your laptop to the side. Trying to find something to pass the time until he would arrive. Which was harder to do than you would have thought and so with nothing to do, you decide to put some effort in your little meeting. Sitting down in front of the small closet to look for a cute dress to put in. Getting ready just in time for a knock on the door.

“Come in, it´s open.” You yell as you go to sit back down on the couch.

“You know, you probably shouldn´t leave your door unlocked in this neighborhood. Whoa…” He stops in the doorway when he sees you.

“Wh-What?” You tilt your head and look at him with confusion in your wide eyes. You look so innocent right now.

“Do you always write like that?” Aegon puts down the snacks and vaguely motions to your outfit of choice. “Cause… If so, I want to always be around for it.”

You can´t hide the snorting laughter that forces it´s way out of your lungs. “That´s really sweet, but no. I usually don´t look like this at all when I write. In fact I usually look so much worse you would want to stay as far away from me as possible.”

“I seriously doubt I anything in this world could ever make me want to stay away from you.” Aegon lays his gentle hands on your shoulders and a feeling of warmth spreads in your guts.

You look up at him through your lashes and before you know it your eyes flutter close. Then, a moment later, your lips meet his in the most gentle kiss ever. And you don´t know when things escalate. If it is when your hands come up to cup his cheeks. If it is when you stand on your tip toes to make it easier to deepen the kiss ever so slightly or when his tongue presses against your lower lip to silently ask for entrance. The result is the same. The two of you forgot about why he came over in the first place and abandon everything to make yourselves more comfortable in the bedroom. Rolling around the mattress as you make out heavily. His hands are everywhere on your body at the same time, just as yours are on his. Each touch feels like the right thing to do. The only thing that feels even more right is the way he sinks himself into your tight, warm walls. Like he had wanted from the moment he first saw you.

He´s so careful not to hurt you and as you lay in his arms afterwards, cuddled close, his finger drawing small patterns on your shoulder, you can´t hold back the smile. This is the fastest you have ever gone this far with a person. Mostly out of fear, that they would only want to use you for it. Yet even after only one official date with him, you know there is no reason to be afraid. It´s almost funny how shortly you have known each other and yet you rely on him for everything. He knows you so well already, has an incredible gift of listening and observing, like no one else you had met before. Ever. Before you notice it, a giggle falls from your lips, just as he kisses your temple.

“What´s so funny, doll?” Fuck, even the nickname you usually hated sounded so good from his lips.

“Nothing, just… I just thought about how shortly we´ve known each other and yet we know so much about each other already. I never had that.” You say in an amused tone.

“I´m gonna go ahead and take that as a good thing.” He huffs a chuckle.

“Oh yes, definitely. I honestly love how open we can be with each other.” Oh if only you knew.

“Me too.” He mumbles into the crown of your head. Placing another peck there.

As it turns out it isn´t only the first time you sleep with him, but also the first time you spend the night together. Your activities had robbed all of your energy and with a little more quiet chatter, the two of you slide of into slumberland.

You are sad to watch him leave the next morning, but the alarm on your phone, that interrupts your romantic little breakfast that Aegon had cooked, painfully reminds you, that you promised to pick up Aly from the airport.

“I´ll call you later, okay?” You promise him as he steps out of your car.

“I can´t wait already.” He replies.

You make your way to meet your friend and of course he follows you once again. Extra careful that you don´t see his car. It wasn´t necessarily low-key after all. Things are easier once he follows you into a café that looks like no ordinary student could pay for the food there already, keeping a close eye on you as you and your friend order brunch, nothing unconventional from what you have told him about her and your other friends. He starts to toy with the idea of leaving to not get caught, when something Aly says makes his ears perk up.

“So, how is it going with your new favorite person?” Her tone is light and she wiggles her eyebrows at you.

“I already told you to stop calling him that.” You laugh at her antics. “And don´t even try calling him my boyfriend. We haven´t even been on two dates yet.”

“Yeah, alright. Not even on two dates, but he has also been inside of you and has spent the night at your place after getting you snacks simply because you asked him to…” she shoots you an unbelieving look. “Like seriously. And you haven´t even told me all the dirty little details yet. Bitch, you owe me. I thought we were friends.”

If his heart beat higher before, when the word boyfriend left your lips, it beats even higher now at the mention of your night together.

“There´s not much to tell.” You try to deflect.

Not much to tell? He asks himself. He thought he had done better than `not much to tell´.

“Oh hells no. You know I won´t let you off that easy.” She persists.

“Alright. Okay. It was great. He was so sweet and made sure to make me come like two times before he thought about himself. You happy now?” You try to keep your voice down as much as possible so the people around you don´t hear. Which is only a half success as Aly´s squeal gets you some of the unwanted attention anyway.

“Was he big?” Her question earns a shocked expression and gasp from you. And a concealed giggle from Aegon.

“I mean I guess. You know I don´t have much to compare it to, but I´d say he was solid.” You shrug. “Now can we please change the topic? How was your time with the family.”

Aly starts on a rant about everything her family did and said and so Aegon decides to go before he truly overtaxes his luck.

As he walks by the window you are sitting close to, you think it is him, weighing the options of saying something or not, deciding against it. You were just imagining things, because Aly was talking without a single pause and you missed him. You sigh, trying to concentrate on whatever your friend was talking about.

When you finally get home it is late afternoon already and you are pretty tired, but you can´t pass up on the call you promised Aegon.

“Hello there.” He picks up.

“General Kenobi.” You answer in the fashion that the Star wars quote commands.

“How did it go with your friend?” He asks feigning genuine interest as if he hadn´t been there for the most interesting part.

“Yeah, it went well. I just got home, basically.” You sigh and rub your eyes, who were burning for some reason.

“Wow.” He huffs amusedly.

“You can say that loudly. I originally planned on asking you if you want to come over, but I totally forgot that I have an early class tomorrow that I need to prepare something for. This week is gonna kick my ass…”

“Ah, damn. So how about we meet up Friday evening? I could pick you up and we could check out this new bar that just opened.” He suggests. Knowing already what this meant for the coming days.

“That would be so cool.” A yawn interrupts what you were saying. “Gods I´m sorry I´m really tired. Would you be mad if we hang up now and I´ll text you again before class?”

“Not at all. You go ahead and do your thing. I´ll hear from you tomorrow.” He reassures you.

“Thank you. Good night, Aeg.” You chirp.

“You have a good night too and don´t overdo it with the studying.”

“I won´t, mom.” Your faux annoyed tone gets broken up by one last chuckle before the two of you hang up. You always laugh so much with him. More than with anyone else and at the same time your deep talks are on such a level you don´t know how to express it to your friends.

You have always felt safe in your own home, shutting out the scary, real world. Unknowing, that someone stared at you through the large windows almost every day and night. But a window is just glass, and glass… oh it breaks so, so easily…

Friday takes forever to roll around, but when it finally does, nothing can wipe the smile from your face. Your mood is basically indestructible. As is his. You sing and dance your way all through out getting ready and when Aegon rings the bell you open the door with a spring in your step.

“Someone´s in a good mood.” Aegon muses.

“Just happy about seeing you.” You admit. Hugging him and kissing his cheek as a greeting. “Lemme just grab my purse and then we can go.”

You lock the door behind you and together he drives you out to a place that can hardly be classified as a bar. Upon entering the place you feel massively underdressed, but he doesn´t seem to care. He is just happy to be there with you and you are happy to be there with him. He asks about your week and how your writing is going while you sip one drink after another until you feel a light buzz. The alcohol making your insides feel as warm as his presence and his hand on your thigh do. Over the duration of the evening you gradually move closer, but by the time he drops you off, he lets you go with just a quick peck to your lips.

“Thank you for the nice evening.” You rub your eyes. Wanting to say something, anything to stay close to him just a bit longer, but your tired and tipsy mind can´t come up with anything.

“With you it´s always a nice evening. Now go on. Get to bed before you fall asleep in the passenger seat.” He squeezes your thigh one last time before he lets you open the door to head inside.

As always he parks his car around the corner to watch you until you fall asleep, but somehow tonight something is different.

Aegon feels a strange sensation tugging at his heart. A longing. To have you right this second. He doesn´t know what comes over him, but without a second thought he takes one of the stones in front of your window and throws it at the glass. It was meant to tap the glass, at least that´s what he tells himself, but instead it breaks it.

Fuck, Aegon curses under his breath, praying to the seven or any other deity that is willing to hear him that you didn´t wake up from the commotion. When your apartment stays silent, he decides that it isn´t safe for you alone with the broken window situation. It takes a few tries, but in the end he manages to climb through it. Keen on not making to much noise while walking over the shards on the ground, he tiptoes over to your bed.

You lay with your back towards the free side and so it is easy for him to slide in under the covers as well. He presses his chest as close to your back as possible, his hand laying innocently but protectively over your waist.

Aegon kisses your temple and silently promises to not close an eye, to watch over you, all night.

But the night is long and having you so close to him, smelling your shampoo and feeling your hips rub against his every time you shift in your sleep, makes it hard to keep his hand there. It also made him hard. The next time you shift in your sleeping state, his hand wanders down to your thighs. Once more and it lands trapped between them. Gently caressing your slit through the thin material of your leggings.

You sigh and stir lightly at his touch, but don´t wake up. Instead you just press yourself closer to him in your unconscious state. The action prompts Aegon to bite his lip to stifle the moan that wants to break free from his lungs. He can´t give himself away like this. He would only scare you and that is the last thing he wants to do. You simply look so good, how could anyone help themselves. You can be lucky he is there to watch over you.

A quiet moan comes from you as he continues his ministrations. The touch barely light enough to tease, but that heavenly sound pushes him further.

His hand slips underneath the waistband, past your lace panties and finds your already wet heat.

“Fuck.” He whispers, pushing two of his thick fingers inside of your entrance. He wants to take things so much further, but if he wants you to stay asleep he has to be careful. He pumps the two digits in and out of you at a slow pace. Feeling you grow even wetter as you squirm, quiet moans the only tell for the pleasurable feeling you are experiencing. He speeds up the movement of his fingers slightly, until he can´t take the lewd noises coming from your core anymore. He just has to taste you or he was sure he would die right then and there.

He shifts his position on the mattress, turning you onto your back, pausing when you stir again, moving to lay between your legs. Your pants are discarded and carelessly thrown to the side, before he dives in for the first taste of your heavenly center. He regrets not taking the time to appreciate your body the way it deserves, but he needs you so much there is no time for that now. His tongue licks a stripe up the length of your cunt, moaning at the sweet taste. And when he hears your own quiet moan and sees how you bring your hips closer to his face he is unstoppable. His tongue delves into you, fucking you with it and recklessly. Reaping every single one of your little noises and movements. He is so far gone that he doesn´t even realize, that with every new stir you start to wake up a little more.

At first your mind is still foggy with sleep and the pleasurable feeling his lips and tongue bring you. Your hand instinctively treads itself into his hair. But when you fully come to You scramble backwards until your back hits the headboard. His mouth chasing after you before he realizes what has happened and looks up at you.

“Aegon?! What are you doing here?” You gasp.

“Shh, it´s okay. Just let me worship you in the way you deserve.” Aegon slides his hand up your calf in a feather light touch.

“How did you get in here?” You ask, becoming more panicked.

“The door. I told you, you need to be more careful. You are lucky I came here to protect you.” His voice is soothing and so deep. And so you relax a little, leaning back as he resumes his previous activities.

But somehow something just feels wrong. Like a feeling in your gut. This is so unlike anything he has shown you of himself. Thinking about it he hadn´t shown you all that much in the first place. And that feeling just won´t let itself be shaken off so you shove his head away once more.

“Can we please just go back to sleep? I don´t really feel entirely in the mood right now.”

“Oh doll, that sounded much different a while ago. I didn´t even touch you all that much, yet you were still soaking those lace panties for me.” He climbs on top of you, rasping the words into your ear. “And the position I found you laying in… You´re such a fucking tease. It´s like you were begging for it.”

A sickening cold fear spreads in your system. A yelp leaving your mouth as he pulls you down by the ankle so your core is pressed to his. You are too in shock to return his kiss when he forcefully presses his mouth to yours. This is not the Aegon you know, but something tells you that this is the real Aegon. Coming back from the shocked state, you try to push him away. Hands pressed to his chest and legs eagerly searching for a way out, but he is too strong.

“I don´t want this, Aegon. Please stop.” You whimper into his shoulder as he mouths at your neck. Nibbling at all the most sensitive spots. Hating yourself for the growing even wetter as he rubs his length against your core. You don´t even know how or when he rid himself of his own pants. All you know is, that he now is pulling on your night shirt. Eager to get it off while simultaneously pinning your wrists down over your head so you would stop pushing him away.

As it turns out it is harder to do than imagined and so another yelp falls from your lips as he rips the fabric off your body. Your chest moving with fast and harsh breaths.

“Shh, everything´s alright. I´m here to take care of you.” He silences you with another unrequited, bruising kiss.

You are helpless against him, squirming and writhing underneath his much larger frame. This whole situation is so absurd and to add to all of it, when you bite his lower lip in a desperate attempt of self defense and getting the upper hand, he simply laughs. Tears start to prick in your eyes as the sound reaches your ears. As much as you want to blink them away they free themselves. Running down your burning cheeks accompanied by a sob.

“Aww, don´t cry doll. I´m going to make you feel so good. Just relax and let it wash over you.” His free hand wanders down to roughly caress one of your breasts. Rolling and tweaking the nipple between his fingers until the bundle of nerves stands hard at attention and your back arches off the bed. Which he takes as the sign to go ahead in what he is doing. Bringing his mouth down to the other breast, sucking and kissing on it until that nipple looks much the same like the other.

With one swift motion Aegon pushes inside of you, his cock stretching you out like no one had before. It is nothing like your first time together. He immediately starts to thrust inside of you at a fast pace.

"Aegon... please... st-op." You cry out to him to no avail.

Rutting into you at an almost breakneck pace. His head bows down and you feel puffs of hot breath hit the skin where your neck and shoulder meet. The feeling is utterly upsetting and you want to throw up at the same time you lost all the strength in your body. It´s all futile.

“I already told you I´m not gonna stop. You know deep down that you enjoy this. So why don´t you make this easier for yourself and stop fighting it.” His teeth sink into your tender skin harshly.

"Aahhh! Fuck, that hurts! Why are you doing this?" You question him.

"Because you deserve to be worshipped. You are a goddess walking amongst men." He nibbles on your ear. Much softer than the bite before, but that doesn't make anything better.

His hips continue to piston into yours. The sound of wet skin slapping against skin filling the otherwise quiet apartment alongside with your bitter cries. The moon outside is the only source of light illuminating his features.

You try to turn your head away from him, but he forces it back by your chin. So instead you close your eyes. You can´t stand to look at him anymore. His face that looked so sweet and innocent to you before is now distorted into a grimace of sick pleasure. Eyes closely watching your every reaction and a sheen of sweat covering his skin, sticking the front locks of his silver blond hair to his forehead.

With a few more thrusts he comes inside of you and for a short moment you have the hope that this is it. Aegon relaxes against you, but as your cries become weaker you notice how he only seems to get harder inside your warmth.

“Can you please let me go now?” You try again with a quiet, shaky voice.

“Oh, you think I am done with you yet? No no no. We are done when you come around my cock and accept me for who I am. What you made me.” His tone is nothing short of condescending and he tuts at you as your crying grows hysterical again.

You guess the gesture is supposed to soothe you, but it has the exact opposite effect.

You cry yourself into a near state of incoherency as he pushes your knees up against your chest forcefully, giving him a whole new angle inside of you. The way the head of his cock bullies your sweet spot is the final straw. It hurts. Despite it feeling so wrong it feels so good. You hate yourself even more as inadvertent pleasure runs through you like electricity. Making your toes curl and your eyes roll back. You scream louder with every thrust of his until you are near voiceless. You try to remind yourself that your body reacting to it doesn´t make it any more right and it doesn´t mean that you secretly enjoy it. But it´s so hard.

“You like it deep, don´t you?” Aegon´s voice in your ear painfully pulls you back into reality.

“Please.” You beg one last time, but the plea, just like all the others, falls onto deaf ears.

Your body gives up any last fight it has left. Quietly sobbing when your walls flutter around him and your hips start to shake. A wave of pleasure, or maybe just disguised shame, washes over you, provoking Aegon´s second orgasm.

“You are mine. You will never leave me. No one can love you like I do.” His voice sounds so soft. So genuine.

You almost want to believe him, but that would require a level of coherency you currently do not possess.

As you lay there with your whole body shaking, trying to come down from this experience and waiting for what he would do next, you ask yourself where things had gone wrong. What did you do to provoke this? To deserve this? Yet no matter how hard you pray to the seven for a sign or anything at all really, you don´t get an answer.

#aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon x reader #aegon ii x reader #aegon targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii #dark!aegon targaryen x reader #modern hotd au #modern hotd #modern house of the dragon au #hotd #house of the dragon #hotd fic #house of the dragon fic #hotd x reader

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holmesianlove · 16 days ago

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AO3 Wrapped [writer’s edition]

thank you for tagging me @lisbeth-kk

1. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

That it’s been a really shitty year for me at work and health wise and I’ve still somehow done so much writing, unexpectedly. It’s something I consistently make space for no matter what and I’m genuinely surprised that people read them and leave me such lovely comments which really keeps me going. It’s made my year bearable. So I appreciate that. From all of you 💜 And I’ve enjoyed doing it more again.

2. How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

In the midst of writing part three of our seasons of love trilogy and editing part two with @fuck-off-watson-rp

And we have a killer plan for something new after that’s complete too!

You can read part 1 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59341804

I’ve actually lost track but I think I may have finished most of my other WIPs! Aside from a dream plan with @strange_Johnlock

For our Sehnenfäden sequel which may come eventually…

3. Your favorite character to write this year?

I really enjoyed writing conductor/musician Sherlock living in my home town and surrounding myself in the location for my FTH prep for @lisbeth-kk

Show Me Your Flaws

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58090684

4. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Trying to put myself in 1895 Holmes was my biggest challenge.

Homecoming

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59170702

5. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

I don’t think I am planning on tackling any new pairings… yet, just different settings for now but you never know what will appear!

6. Did you receive any gifts this year?

Gifts this year? Working with @helloliriels

on an FTH and never having really interacted much before that, it was lovely to get to know each other better - that was a gift.

The Part of You That Stays

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58354519

I got the gift of an FTH from my angst queen companion @bluebuell33

Handbook for Unrequited Love

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60788200

And some lovely voice memo podfics which I always love from @lisbeth-kk which always cheers me up.

And my lovely friends who keep an eye on me and make sure I look after myself. You know who you all are 💜

7. Did you do any collaborative works this year?

My RP fics with @fuck-off-watson-rp

honestly keep me going and we both missed each other terribly when it became busy and hard to keep it going for a while there. So we’re back at it!

8. What do you listen to while writing?

I listen to a lot of soundtrack music I’ve curated on Spotify into moody angsty tracks that don’t distedgt too much. A lot of Max Richter. I’m excited to be seeing him live in Feb! I may need to take a notebook in case inspo strikes mid concert!

9. Favourite line/passage you wrote this year?

Oh god. I can never remember these!

Actually, I think one of them is coming up in my December prompt posts on Tumblr:

“You’ve never needed this.”

You’ll have to wait until the end of December to see what that’s about…!

I can’t think of any other specific lines but I do love when readers put them in their comments to tell me what has resonated with them.

Tagging @khorazir @bluebuell33 @helloliriels @peanitbear @fuck-off-watson-rp @totallysilvergirl

No pressure to join in 💜

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deny-the-issue · 17 days ago

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Oblivious and in Love

Summary: Rook's relationship with Emmrich blooms among the thorns. !Spoiler warning! This oneshot takes you through the events of DATV, and while I do not go into great detail, there are still many spoilers.

Thank you so much to @juniper-sunny for beta reading <3

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I have a multi-chapter Emmrich x Reader taking over my brain, so be on the lookout for more Emmrich fanfics from me! Also art. Lots of art.

[MDNI] [Emmrich x fem!Rook] [Emmrich x you] [Mourn Watch Rook] [Fluff] [angst] [smut] [hurt/comfort] [no gender pronouns] [Neurodivergent coded reader] [fingering] [vaginal sex] [3.8k words]

Your pining for Emmrich started as a pleasant distraction from calamity. Who wouldn’t want to daydream about a dapper necromancer sweeping you off your feet with his charismatic charms in between battling ancient elven gods?

But that’s all you thought it was. A daydream. Why would an esteemed scholar of the Mourn Watch pay a young upstart any mind? He treated you with kindness and grace, just like with every other living thing he encountered.

You admire that most about him, you think. His reverence for life. It goes far beyond anything the Mourn Watch teaches. He invokes the spirits of the dead with the grace of a seasoned conductor, the magic of the fade as his orchestra, all at the whims of his deft hands.

The etheric dance of his fingers entrances you, and you’d be lying if you said you haven’t thought about them in other ways.

Tonight, you cannot get them out of your mind. It doesn’t help that you had a strange interaction with him earlier that you still haven’t processed.

Walking back to your room, you run into Taash. Quite literally a full-body collision with the immovable force that is Taash.

“Shit, what’s wrong with you?” Taash grumbles.

“S-sorry!” you stammer out an apology but stumble on the excuse.

“Out with it.” Taash crosses their arms and frowns.

Sighing heavily, you concede. Maybe Taash could give you an outside perspective. You trust her to not sugarcoat things. And, after all, they were there.

“Ya’know, earlier? When you scratched my back?”

“Yeah?”

“Did I do something wrong? Emmrich was acting…”

“I thought he was going to explode.” Taash smirks.

“Wait–what? Why?”

“You can’t moan like that in front of the old man. He’s so down bad for you it just might kill him!”

“Hey, it felt good and I couldn’t reach it!” You’re so busy defending yourself you almost missed the point. “...Down bad?”

“Yeah. He wants to kiss you and stuff.”

You frown in disbelief. For a man with such a way with words, he hasn’t uttered a single passing phrase that could be counted as flirtation.

Taash’s face settles into a smoldering frown and you start to back away, afraid. “He looks at you with doe-eyes constantly! He gifted you some of your favorite chocolate from the Necropolis! You don’t need my sense of smell to know his intentions.” Taash prods you with a finger to make her point. “You’re both hot for each other! Do something about it.”

Shocked and still processing, Taash is already walking away when the first laugh bubbles its way out. From the aggressively friendly talk to the revelation of Emmrich’s returned feelings, you can only sit idly by as a passenger of your surging emotions.

Rushing back to your room to close the door, you let out a dampened squeal as you dance around the room before plopping down onto your bed.

Looking back on it, Emmrich was blushing when he finally found the words to excuse himself. It’s like his brain stopped working for a moment–just like when you complimented him after he discerned the location of the rogue necromancer.

Life just got a lot brighter, and it’s not just because the outer wall of your room is a big aquarium.

It wasn’t long after the back-scratching incident that you two shared your first irrefutably romantic moment. You talked over the intricacies of the fade, his envy of your adventures, and then, finally, embracing the elephant in the room.

You leave his room with a smile so wide it hurts, and no amount of cock-blocking from Manfred could ruin it.

You love Manfred, but his timing is just awful.

Things moved so fast after that. The world is in ever more peril, and all you look forward to are your moments alone with Emmrich. Walking through the gardens with him is paradise amidst the chaos. You catch the surge of happiness from yearning returned in his loving gaze.

How long has he waited for love? How many times has he thought he found it only to be crushed? How many times has he plucked a bloom of Shoud’s kiss to inhale its fragrance alone, wishing for everlasting companionship?

Emmrich sweeps you off your feet with dulcet tones and lustrous magic. You lose yourself in the moment–in him. He holds your face so sweetly, leaning in to press his soft, warm lips against yours.

You dream about his touch alone that night, fingers slipping below your underwear. He could have taken you right there on that statue–you wanted him to. Still fighting the urge to go wake him from needed sleep to ride him to bliss, you pretend your hand is his as you pleasure yourself.

It isn’t enough. Not nearly enough. But it brings you some relief and a lot of clarity. You’ve always moved too fast in your relationships before, and Emmrich is significantly older. The desire was there, you saw it in his eyes and his movements. How his hands slid across your body…

But there’s something holding him back.

Lichdom lays heavily on his mind, you know, but it’s more than that. Taking it slow will be good for you. Or at least that’s what you tell yourself to try and get some sleep.

It’s unhealthy how much you think of him. Every waking moment outside of battle is spent daydreaming about your potential life together. It keeps a spring in your step amongst the world’s rubble.

How can you not fall head over heels for him when he pulls out all the stops, likely abusing his senior-staff privileges to give you a dinner date you’ll never forget?

But again, the intimacies that follow are tame. Slow, delicate, teasing kisses and gentle roaming hands. You’re shaking by the time you lock your bedroom door behind you, shedding clothes like a cat sheds fur in summer. Needy fingers rush to circle your slick, throbbing clit. One, two, three times before you cry out his name and collapse onto the bed. Sighing wistfully, you let the undulating muscle spasms carry you off to sleep, knowing the relief is only momentary.

Just like that, all your romantic interludes come to an end. Now too busy babysitting Hezenkoss’ skull to have any meaningful conversation with you. To top it off, you overheard a conversation between Emmrich and Harding that sowed doubt in your mind.

Does he blame you for choosing Manfred over Lichdom? Or is this residual guilt of having made the most important choice for your loved one?

He has been mopey, Harding’s right about that. Does he truly have a problem with your age? Why hasn’t he talked to you about it? Emmrich isn’t the only one to take Harding’s advice of keeping both eyes open. Where one relationship would have twigs and branches, you’ve seem to hit a brick wall.

The other couples of the Lighthouse add salt to the wound, and you’re left bereft and all shades of jealous. It’s a good thing, ultimately, you didn’t fuck Emmrich. If you’re moody now, you don’t want to imagine the monster you would have become if you shared your body with him.

This is different from any love you’ve known. It doesn’t feel healthy–this attachment. Is it because of the end of the world, or do you have to re-evaluate your life choices? Are you being oversensitive, or are his reservations preventing you from going further?

Plagued with thoughts, you focus on everyone else’s needs but your own. Dwelling on it never helped anyone, and you have to keep your head in the game, right?

In the hours before heading to the Island to kill two gods, you find yourself pacing outside of Emmrich’s door. This may be your last time you get to feel his lips on yours, if he still wants you.

Yet no such intimacy occurred–only the glacier tipping to show its dark underbelly, and you’re crushed by the waves. With each step away from him, your composure deteriorates. It’s all you can do to rush to your room and shut the door with your back, sliding down its frame as the strength leaves your limbs.

Dammit. You knew he had a problem with the age difference–why didn’t he just come to you about it? If he cannot trust you with his fears and insecurities, what hope is there for the two of you?

Tears stream down your flushed cheeks, breathing fast and heavy. You’ve only known him a few weeks, how can this feel like your heart is shattering?

You just wanted a quiet moment with him. One more moment. Is that too much to ask? Before you go off, uncertain if anyone will return?

Nails dig into your palms as your fists shake with anger. Why did he do this? When you have the weight of the world on your shoulders? And how can you go off to battle like this?

Unclenching your firsts and hiding your face in them, the darkness is welcoming, and you cry until your eyes are dry, red, and puffy.

The outburst drained most of your anguish, allowing your rational mind to slowly reawaken on the cold stone floor.

You did know this was a problem–this argument was not unforeseen. There was certainly a better time for it, but with his fear of death, you cannot fault him. There is a way through this for the two of you; you just hope you live long enough to see it come to fruition.

The thought of taking someone else into battle crosses your mind. Would you be too distracted to lead with Emmrich by your side? Or even more distracted without him as you worry endlessly about his safety?

You know the answer, even if you don’t like it at the moment. Picking yourself up off the ground, you slowly compose yourself to face the team.

Somehow, you all manage to reach the island’s shore unnoticed. When it comes time to pick who goes with you, Emmrich cannot meet your gaze.

When his name spills from your lips, he looks to you with such a soft, grateful expression.

There is hope for you, afterall. Survival seems that much more palpable with him solidly at your back.

The first fight puts your worries to ease–you’re even more in sync than unusual. Attuned to each other's movements in a way you haven’t been before. It felt natural.

Emmrich starts to apologize, but you’ve already forgiven him. You see the tenacity of his will to make it through this with you, past words said in times of stress don’t change that. Neither the time or the place for a formal apology, you tell him you’ll talk at home, hiding the tremor in your voice.

You’re right to be scared. Falling to your knees in the Fade prison, angry, confused, and broken, you scream into the abyss. Facing your regrets has never been so hard, and even when you see the way out, you’re unsure you processed any of it.

When you’re pulled from the prison you fall into Emmrich’s embrace. Lifting your face with a hand under your chin, his tired, worried eyes search you for signs of injury. You would have stayed like that forever if it were up to you. Emmrich glances behind and you follow his gaze. Locking eyes first with Taash, then Lucanis, the weight of the world comes crashing down as they look to you for answers.

Taash’s gaze was the hardest to meet. They lost everything, all with you driving at the helm. Lucanis too, as far as you know. You can’t even ask yourself if there was another way, because it doesn’t matter. You made the hard decisions, and now you have to live with it.

The group catches you up on the dire situation when you arrive back at the lighthouse. As soon as everyone parts ways, you start to unravel, mind and body. Emmrich reaches through the fog, and asks you to entrust the team with the preparations while you get some rest.

Asking is the wrong word. Commanding is more appropriate, and you’re left alone in the Library before long. If it were any other time you would blush at such an interaction, but the blood won’t rise to your exhausted face. Your vision blurs and after a barrage of blinking, you sigh, defeated. Sleep is one of the few things that aren’t trying to kill you at the moment, so you concede.

A nap should fix me.

Walking into your room, your feet stop just before the bed. Body wavering slightly with each breath, shoulders slumped forward, you stare at the rich green fabric.

Not with any purpose–your mind is so shut down you cannot even process why you’re not laying down.

Rest. You need to rest.

Fingers pulling at your hair, you let out a frustrated growl. How can you lead when you can’t think clearly? And to think clearly you need to sleep? And to sleep you need to lay down on this fucking couch you call a bed?

Turning to look at the fish swimming, the aquamarine light sears your sleepy eyes.

Oh.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, willing your brain to think. Your mind wanders to the only other unoccupied bed in the lighthouse. As much as you loathe sleeping in the bed once owned by the person that just betrayed and imprisoned you, your desperation for sleep outweighs your simmering hatred.

You close and cover your eyes to walk through the portals, stumbling to the top of the lighthouse blind to roll into a bed not surrounded by a giant aquarium. Taking off your clothes, the breath of fresh air across your skin is a welcome relief. The only one that would venture up here is Emmrich, and you don’t mind him seeing you in your underwear.

There are more comfortable beds in the world, certainly, but none felt so good as this one. Turning to face the wall, you breathe a sigh of relief. It’s not the dark of night, but it’ll do.

The events of the past who-knows-how-long have taken their toll on you, and you spiral into unconsciousness so fast your body jerks violently only to start the process over again.

It’s a battle against Solas, against Elgar’nan; of course it’s a battle to sleep as well.

As much as you grumble about it, your mind relaxes soon enough, carrying you off to a deep and dreamless sleep.

A voice pierces the veil of unconsciousness, and then a shifting of weight on the mattress. Half awake, you feel the warmth of someone sitting beside you.

“Emmrich?” you ask blindly, too tired to open your eyes.

“I’m here, my darling.” He touches your arm reassuringly.

“Stay with me?”

“It would be my pleasure.” He climbs into bed behind you, kissing your shoulder before wrapping his arms around you.

Your body relaxes in his embrace, and you sigh peacefully as something stirs in your core. His body against yours—the contact begins to drive your sleep-addled mind crazy. Mind awakening more with each breath, a devilish idea forms. The thought-action barrier is thinned when you’re like this, and you’ve waited far too long already.

You roll your hips back into him, and the soft gasp from Emmrich is all the encouragement you need to keep going. Entwining your fingers with his, you press his hand to your breast as a breathy moan escaping your bitten lips.

“Dearest…” he breathes into your ear, hand gently kneading your bosom. “You need to rest.”

His cock twitches against your backside as you run your hand down his side, pulling him harder against you as you cant your hips. Emmrich delves his face into the crook of your neck, his hips matching your pace. Releasing his grip, his outer hand slides down your body, caressing your curves as his other resumes his hold on your breast. The closer he gets to the smoldering heat between your legs, the more you have to stop yourself from begging. Your body has no such reservations. Lifting your leg, you hook it behind his, inviting him to touch you without a word.

A broken, trembling whimper echoes off the stone when his fingers find their mark over your underwear.

“P-please. Touch me…” The rest of your restraint falls through the grate at the center of the room, raining down on any unfortunate in the Library below.

“Anything for you, my love.” Emmrich kisses your neck as his fingers trace the hem of your panties.

Squirming, you hide your face in your pillow as you giggle.

Emmrich joins you with a breathy laugh. “Does that tickle?”

You squeal as he continues, bringing your knees together defensively. Devilish man–this was part of his plan. With a proud grin, he yanks your underwear down, taking advantage of your surprise.

Emmrich lifts your thigh, hooking it over him again. The ambient air hitting your cunt is downright salacious, and the thought of being overheard only adds to your excitement. Want buzzes behind your eyes, your thoughts entangled with the featherlight, teasing touch against your lips.

With a hand just as skilled as you imagined, he dips a finger into your folds, and hums. “All of this, for me?”

He strokes you, fingers slipping inside, gliding his palm against your hard clit.

“Y-yes!” you gasp, barely able to form the words when each agonizingly slow movement of Emmrich’s hand inches you closer to the edge. “I’m hnn–yours, Emmrich–ah!”

Emmrich trails kisses down your jaw, whispering gentle affirmations with your every twitch and noise. Attuned to you in every way, he plays on the chords of your pleasure with such passionate, practiced patience.

Toes curling, legs shaking with each pass over your throbbing clit, you fight the building crescendo with every ounce of your will.

“Emmrich, please,” you pant, rolling your hips with the rhythm of his hand. “I need you inside me…”

Your pussy aches from the loss of his hand, and you squeeze your thighs together to dull the want as he kneels on the bed. Normally deft hands fumble over his many buttons, and you can’t help but giggle.

“I’m so sorry, my dear.”

“Don’t be,” you smile, sitting up so you can aid him.

You set to unbuttoning his vest while he gets a jump start on his shirt, sneaking a kiss just to see him smile. His many layers discarded, he slowly pulls down his trousers, eyes locked on you.

Slack-jawed, you can’t hide your excitement when his cock bounces free. Perfect length, girth, everything, with a bead of precum glistening at the tip.

“Beautiful man, beautiful cock.” You crash into him, not able to hold back any longer.

Kissing with such passion, you barely feel yourself falling backward until your head hits the pillow. You wrap your legs around him, canting your hips at the feeling of his cock grinding across your soaked cunt.

Moaning unabashedly, you drink in his sounds of bliss. “Emmrich…”

His cock twitches, lining up to your entrance, and he finally pushes in, allowing you to adjust to his size before fucking you slow and steady. You hold him tight, fingers digging in at the divine pleasure. Throwing your head back, your desperate little noises are a harmony to his, perfectly in tune to the obscene, slick overtones of your coupling.

You tilt your hips upward on the next thrust and he reaches new heights inside, sending a rush of tingling currents from your navel to your toes.

“I’m c-cumming–” you cut yourself off, crying out as Emmrich fucks into you hard and deep.

Drool dribbles from the corner of your mouth as your body contracts, pussy clamping down on his cock as he pounds the bundle of nerves deep inside of you. Emmrich cries out your name, caught in the tsunami of your pleasure.

You cradle his face in the crook of your neck as you climax together, barely feeling the tell-tale pulse at the base of his cock over the twitching and spasming of your core.

The time wisps by in his tight embrace, but neither of you can bear to break this moment. This peaceful, perfect moment where nothing else exists.

Hair messy, breath hot against your skin as he pants, you hold each other too tight. Fingers digging into flesh, arms tense. Your hands begin to shake as emotions chased away come rushing back with a vengeance. Something warm and wet trickles down your neck. You dismiss it as sweat until your body shakes from the first of Emmrich’s gentle sobs.

You kiss his forehead, hands rubbing his back soothingly, all too eager to comfort him than to face the storm raging inside. Your vision blurs anyway as tears stream down your face, unable to keep anything back anymore.

“I thought I lost you.” Emmrich confesses, crying harder now. “I put all my effort into creating that damn replica because I couldn’t bear it–”

“I’m sorry.” You feel guilt snake its way through your guts.

Emmrich pulls away just enough to wipe away your tears, his enchanting eyes filled with such devotion. “It’s ok, dearest. We’re together now, and I’m not letting anything come between us again.”

As much as your soul soars at his declaration, your mental state continues to silently devolve. Too close to hide it, Emmrich is quick to catch on.

“Please talk to me, dearest. I’m here for you.” He holds your face gently, thumb caressing your cheek.

Lips quivering, a sob rips through your body.

“Oh, my love. You’ve been holding onto so much, let it out.”

He turns onto his side and you follow, leaning your forehead against his.

With eyes closed, you take a deep breath, and break down. “Harding is… Harding’s dead. Varric is gone. Neve is dead or blighted. Everything is falling apart. I was never supposed to lead!” you choke down another sob, disgusted with your weakness. “Is this the undead rebellion all over again? I was so sure I was doing the right thing only to be reprimanded and cast out afterward. What if I’m doing this wrong?”

“Listen to me, Rook,” his calm voice soothes you as much as his embrace. “You’ve made impossible decisions that would humble the best of us. Never once did you doubt us. The losses we’ve endured are meant to break you–the god’s will is cruel.

“When you disappeared, the mere thought of finding you kept this ragged band of heroes together. You took all of our woes unto yourself, asking nothing in return. Truly, you are indomitable–of body and spirit. If anyone can lead us to victory, it’s you.”

His relentless faith in you is both endearing and worrisome. You yearn to be the person reflected in his gorgeous brown eyes, and decide right then and there that you’re going to make it through this. Both of you, alive. Nothing else will do.

“I love you with all my heart, Emmrich.”

“Oh, dearest. I love you, too.”

Tag list: @gamerheartthrob, @vincetadark, @lunanovagames, @mollymauksboi, @pwney, @roxnpens

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