#linnen look

[chatonmagique]

Appropiate weather for fishtail braids and open backs

[monsieurenjlolras]

is 28 too young too start dressing like an aging mafia patriarch

[tobivos]

decided not to sew a frodo coat bc it will probably be too warm for a wool coat anyway and i Do Not have coat tailoring time

but i am gonna do the weskit and the shirt and the fellowship cloak i am manifesting it

[hoe4sports]

How this ends p4

Alexia Putellas x Fridolina Rolfo x reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

A note from the author: Yehaw, this took an unexpected turn. In the phone calls, Alexia’s dialogue is blue. It’s a bit long, but very divided into different scenarios on the trip to Sweden. It’s a different one, but it’s still about alexia. Use your imagination on the social media post.

The next part will be the last part.

This is based on Lewis Capaldi’s “how this ends”.

Warning: None, a curveball perhaps. A healthy dose of angst.

Summary: You try to go on vacation with Frido, but Alexia won’t leave you alone.

-

"Okay, fine, but what about this!"

You strike a pose showing off your outfit which made Frido laugh. Her eyes were as bright as a christmas tree, and you couldn’t help but think about how Alexia never bothered to watch you show off your lastest purchases. The attention was something you had craved for years. But as the good woman you were, you waited for your turn to have time with Alexia. Fridolina on the other hand, she loved spendning time with you. Ever since you met Fridolina went she came to Barcelona years ago, she had been your bestfriend. Your go-to. The one you confided in. The pair of you had over the course of your and Alexia's breakup developed your own everyday routine.

She would wake up at 5.30 to get ready for work, before making a breakfast for you both to enjoy together prior to you driving her to the stadium. During the drive, you would talk about a good thing that happened yesterday before singing along to Taylor Swift. The duo did the same thing after work: you would pick her up from work, she would hop into the shower and you would make dinner for the pair of you.

You couldnt help, but admit that it felt good to have someone appericiate you the way Frido did. It had been ages since Alexia had made you feel anything but bad about using her previous time or wasting her seconds. Frido was kind, attentive and what could be best described as warm. She made time for you, and if she had plans; she would always ask if you wanted to join.

“Sorry, did I forget to tell you that we are going to Sweden, not Antarctica?” Frido teased you which caused to you cross your arms over your chest. Your sent Frido a sassy look.

“Atleast I would look cute meeting all the polar bears!” You fired at her while pouting. The comment made her giggle which brought a redness to her cheeks and a sparkle to her eyes. The kind of glow that you only see in movies. It made her tan skin compliment her eyes, and she was definitely a sight for sore eyes. For your sore eyes.

Time had been moving fast, and you were to go travelling with Frido to spend time with her family in Sweden in only one day. The thought of spending time with her parents and siblings made you a bit nervous, but you tried to not stress over it since this was supposed to be a fun get away. Frido had even introduced you to her parents over FaceTime to make you feel better.

“Here, try this on instead. It’s something I bought earlier, but it’s too tight-it hurts my biceps”

“Are you implying that I don’t have big muscles, big strong athletic football beats?”

“Uh,wait, no, I-“

“Relax babe, I’m kidding! I’ll try it”

You take the sundress and flip it off your body, before grabbing Frido’s hot pink linnen dress and slipping it over your head. You reached down to pull the dress below your bum. Your eyes moved to see the reflection of the dress in the mirror behind Frido. Her eyes were glued to your reflection, and you tried your best to pretend that you were looking at yourself. But your eyes stole a gaze whenever you could. It felt good to have someone look at you like Frido did. Your hands played around with the fabric of the dress before you settled on a fit. It perfectly complimented your breast, butt and waistline. You felt like a million dollars.

“Fridolina, I love it”

The material of the dress was light and the lace on the edges of the dress felt like a nice touch to the look. The cut complimented your shape perfectly. It made you feel as close to being Scandinavian as you possibly could. Your gaze turned around to meet Frido’s, she was smiling at you with a heartwarming smile.

“See, I knew you would look stunning in it! You look so good in everything, Skatt ”

The compliment from Frido made you blush to an extent that you didn’t even want to admit. And the nickname? Oh gosh, don’t even start about the nickname. She stood up next to you before reaching for your hand, and sending you around in a twirl. The moment felt illegal, but magical.

“Thanks babe, I honestly love it. It makes me feel like I was born to be Scandinavian” you giggled.

Frido looked see into your eyes as she winked before tucking your hair behind your right ear.

“Becoming Scandinavian, huh? That can be arranged”

Your jaw dropped dramatically before looking at Frido who just smirked back at you. You couldn’t help, but start to question your and Frido’s friendship. You rolled your eyes at her before playfully slapping her shoulder. Then you flipped the dress of your head, and placed it in the “yes” pile.

The evening went by quickly with Frido teaching you all about her family while laying together in Frido’s bed eating your favourite crisps. She told you about her weird cousin, Emil, who would essentially play tricks on everyone that came along. Her niece, Dina, who was just the most adorable little toddler. And her grandmother, who gave the best hugs, but made the worst coffee. Watching her talk about home, was a real eye opener to you. You could tell that she really loved home; both the place and the people.

-

“Passport?”

“Yes”

“Wallet?”

“Yup”

“Phone?”

“Uh-huh”

“My cool and obviously super special Sweden jersey for my favourite person to wear?

“Don’t get too high on yourself, Rolfo”

A part of you felt confused. Your heart hurt terribly at times, even so bad that sometimes; you thought you were about to have a heart attack. Your heart crumbling up into pieces of glass laying in a pile at the ground. It was all that was left of you and Alexia.

The jersey Frido had given you to wear for her match was her special jersey. It was one of her Jesery’s from the World Cup with the opponents flag sown into it. The opponent was Australia, and it was the match that gave her her first worlds bronze medal.

Normally, you would’ve worn Alexia’s Spain jersey during international break. She never gave you her special jersey anymore. At one game, you even used Mali’s jersey to prove a point. When Mapi confronted Alexia about it, she had just shrugged. She didn’t know that she was about to experience the biggest loss of her life.

You held the jersey up from your backpack and waved it at Frido. Somehow, she had convinced you to place it in your carry on just incase they would lose your suitcase. Then you still had something to wear for her big match, and you happily obliged.

“Good, special jersey for my special girl.”

-

The excitement and the buzz of the airport were bringing forwards feelings you had deprived yourself of feeling. The truth was that you loved to travel. You would be searching up an adventure whenever you had an availability in your packed calendar. Something deep in your soul craved to experience the world and its wonders. Cultures had always been fascinating to you, and you loved to share the wonders you stumbled upon with your followers.

One that was not as impressed with your wish to travel lately, was Alexia. She had seen the countless photos of you and Frido hanging out. Pictures of the pair of you doing anything from making pasta to going to the beach. And for Alexia? It felt like the world was ending. She had tried to reach out. But you refused. She tried talking to Frido, who also refused. It sparked an anger, almost a jealousy in her. How could her teammate just swoop her ex-girlfriend off her feet?

As you grabbed your phone from the tray at the security check, you noticed a missed call. Your attention was quickly changed when Frido was ready to head for the kiosk to get herself a book and a bottle of Pepsi. You agreed to sit outside to watch over her stuff, but secretly; you were planning on returning the call. Your hands trembled as you picked up your phone, and pressed call on the contact that had already tried to reaching you. Your throat felt dry, and your skin felt itchy. You could feel yourself getting hotter by the second, which ended up with you sitting in your lululemon tank while feeling anxious. “God”, you thought to yourself. “Why am I so nervous? It’s just the same good ol-“

“H-Hola, uh, hi, please don’t hang up on me”

“Alexia, what do you want?”

“Uh, lo siento, how..How are you?”

“How am I? Really? How am I??”

“No, no.. Vale, I’m sorry, lo siento. Can we talk?”

“…About what?”

“Us”

“There is no us anymore, Alexia. I’m sorry.”

“But, I just, please.Hear me out?”

"Ai, give me damn a good reason»

«Because you were my first love, my only love”

You sighted loudly. She pulled the first love bullshit.

“…Vale, im busy right now. Estoy con Frido en el aeropuerto, et-“

“Que? Con Frido? Fridolina?”

You rolled your eyes. You were allowed to do anything you wanted.

“Si! We are going to Sweden to see her family”

“Que? Para ver a la familia de FRIDOLINA??”

“…Si?”

“No, no mi amor! No, lo sien-“

“I’m not your amor anymore, buttercup.”

“Por favor, escúch-“

You looked up, and your eyes immediately caught Frido moving towards you with her bright smile. Frido who took care of you. Who brought you with her to Sweden in a heartbeat. Who loved you for you. It felt like your throat was drying up. Like it was thick with air.

“-I’m sorry, Alexia. I have to go. I’ll call you after the trip. Don’t expect too much . Goodbye.”

Your hand instinctively turned off your phone not wanting to hear more from your ex-girlfriend. Your ex who didn’t want to travel with you. Who didn’t get around to purpose to you in the span of 13 years. Who promised you another cat when you had to wait for kids. Who never kept her promise.

Frido came walking towards you with a bag in her hands. Her face was lit up and she was looking like her usual happy self. She could be best described as a golden retriever whenever she was off the field. You loved her for that. When she was on field, she was hard, bad, tough and intense. But at home, she was soft and kind and gentle and just.. perfect?

“Girly, wanna see what I got?”

You nodded before sliding over to make space for your bestfriend.

“I got you a Pepsi, a magazine about exotic places to travel, a book about loving yourself, a box of Pringles and a bag of gummy bears. I hope you like them, if not then I’ll always switch with you”

Your eyes teared up from the thoughtfullness. It felt good to be cared for, Frido’s natural warmth was healing for your heart. It felt like she was slowly collecting all the pieces of your heart to glue them back together.

"Thank you, Fridolina. Really, for everything"

You tried to choke a sob, but it ended up sounding more like an owl. It sent you both into a giggle before Frido wrapped her toned arms around you. She was slightly taller than you which made you feel safe in her towering presens. She pressed a kiss to the top of your locks.

"Anything for you, sötnos"

-

After travelling for hours between Spain and Sweden, you had finally reached Frido’s hometown where you had plans for the next few days. Frido’s parents had come to the airport to pick you both up, and you could feel some nerves creeping up on you after moving towards the luggage claim.

Frido spotted her parents immediately who was both standing there with flowers and a Swedish flag.

“Hej, Fridaen min!” Her mom cheered while her dad waved the flag towards you. It made you smile sincerely. Her mom wrapped her arms around her daughter. The similarities were striking. You could definitely tell where Frido had her looks from. Her mom then looked at you before pulling you into a bear hug.

“And there is the girl that Frido has been talking about! Välkommen, Y/N.”

-

Safe and sound in her childhood bedroom, you walked around and admired all the posters that teenage Frido had put up. A few of them were of big footballers while others were popstars. One picture, showed Frido as a young girl with another young girl. A blonde. Both wearing a Swedish jersey that was just a little bit too big with shiny gold medals around their necks . The girl, you recognised as Magda Eriksson.

“Wow, Magda Eriksson right?”

“Starstrucked?”

“Well, yes! She’s a-mazing!”

“Then you are gonna die when I tell you that I have personally volunteered you as her babysitter for the games”

“Babysitting? Do you want me to walk around and make sure she doesn’t trip over herself?”

“Girl, are you jet lagged out of your mind? Her kid!”

You maked an o shape with you mouth slightly embarrassed that you didn’t know that she has a kid, but also somewhat excited that you would get to babysit. You loved all types of kids, and it had been your dream to become a mom since you were just a little girl.

-

Later that week, you found yourself sat in the family and friend's section with Frido's mom and dad, You also had baby Eriksson sitting on your lap chewing away on her fingers because Pernille was also on national duty. Their little girl was only shy of a year old, but already rocking the sweden shirt. She was the sweetest little girl, and she adored you right back.

"Look, Look, Elsa, Its your mamma!" you cheered at the toddler as you pointed towards Magda. Magda waved at Elsa which made Elsa kick her feet in excitement. "Did you see her? I bet you did, you are such a lucky little girl!" You cooed at the happy toddler. You couldn’t help but feel odd. You had imagined having your own baby by now, maybe even two. One baby and one toddler to keep you on your feet. To point out their mami on the field to. But instead, you were stuck with being a babysitter.

-

After the game was over, Sweden had won 3-2 to Ireland. Magda and Frido came over to you, and you immidiatly moved down towards the fence. Magda reached her hands towards you, and you expected her to grab the baby: but instead, she forced you and the baby over.

"Look at you, Y/N! You look like you have never done anything but been a mother, absolute natural!"

Frido cheered at you which made you blush. Little Elsa was a joy to be around. This was one of the things you had imagined would be your life by now. Bringing you and Alexia’s daughter to matches in her little Barcelona jersey with “Mami” on the back. Taking her down to the field to kick the ball around and say hello to the girls. Alexia giving you and her little girl a cuddle while the media took cute pictures for you to repost and get frames. You and Alexia with a little family was all you had ever dreamed of.

“Do you mind watching her? I’m just gonna go take pictures and sign a few jerseys”

You nodded immediately. The toddler had just started walking, and she was becoming increasingly wormy. You giggled at the toddler before walking over to get a ball. You sat the toddler down and passed the ball towards her. She kicked it back a few times before falling on her butt. You ushered towards her as you made a surprised face.

“Uh-oh! Did you jump on your butt? What a cool trick!”

It made Elsa giggle, and you scooped her up in your arms before spinning with her a couple of times. The girl was giggling like only a toddler can, her smile wide with happiness.

“More, More!” She yelled when you stopped.

You immediately shifted your grip on her and threw her up in the air before catching her. It reminded you of when you father would do the same with you; you loved it and so did Elsa.

“Y/N, thank you for watching her! Alright, Elsa. Say «byebye” to y/n” Magda gratefully said before taking Elsa into her arms.

“Really, Y/N, thank you so much. She loves you already, please come to our others games too. Elsa would love it, and I’m sure someone else does too”

She looked towards Frido who was talking to a fan. You blushed before saying your goodbyes with Elsa and Magda.

Later that night, you got a notification on your phone. It was from instagram. Frido had tagged you in a post, and you immediately clicked the notification.

-

Fridolinarolfo

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Fridolinarolfo Sötnos

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User277 Wait, is this a hard launch??

User252 Isnt this @AlexiaPutellas girlfriend??

User2737 I would’ve never guessed?? Im here for it!!

You closed your eyes. Partly in confusion and partly in happiness. You loved the picture. A picture she snapped on field when you were playing with Elsa. That’s was when your phone buzzed again. But this time, it was Alexia. It’s was a message from the woman you once called “mi vida” and “mi sol”. You open the message up even though you probably shouldn’t. With trembling hands, you open the message.

Mi vida

Por favor, te amo. Por favor no digas que frido y tú están saliendo. Lo siento muchísimo. Quiero hacer las cosas bien, darte lo que te mereces. Lo que debería haber hecho todo el tiempo. Sólo dame una oportunidad más.

It made your head spin. You felt physically ill. In a few days, you would be heading with Frido to Ireland, to watch her play. All before going back home to Barcelona. Back to your ex-girlfriend’s country. Where you have to deal with this whole situation. Clean up Alexia’s messes. You think that probably shouldn’t have gone to Sweden, but then again: Alexia missed her turn. And you and Fridolina are just bestfriends, right?

[f1goat]

kinda hot tho ; lando norris + part two

In which your brother has the most awful new teammate, but you keep finding yourself closer and closer to him. It's only sex - right?

lando norris x fem!verstappen reader trigger warnings: offensive language | player!lando | smut (eventually) | not proofread

a/n: this story is based on another story of mine (his teammate), in the beginning it'll have a lot of similarities, later on this will become less.

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masterlist | playlist

Lando can’t withhold a small smile when he notices you standing at the bar in the same nightclub he’s standing in right now. There’s one reason for his smile to disappear. The fact that your brother is standing right now to you and seems to be complaining about him. When he sees you looking around instead of trying to gain the attention of the bartender, he’s pretty sure that he’s right. He lets out a soft sigh and tries to figure out a way to talk to you. After this afternoon, he can’t seem to forget about you. 

“He’s here,” your brother yells at you again. You get it now, but Max is a bit drunk and has the need to tell you everything twice. You’re quick to order another cocktail when the bartender finally looks at you. Only a minute later you’re holding it in your hand and take a small sip. The sweetness does you good. You look around again. This time you spot Lando directly. It causes you to take another bigger sip from your drink. 

Max is getting more annoyed. He’s blabbering about how his new teammate is even ruining his ‘off work’ evening like this. In the meantime you focus on Lando himself. He looks good. You haven’t seem him like this before. He’s dressed in a simple linnen blouse, which makes him look a bit more casual. Before you continue to look, Max is already getting angry again. 

“He’s coming closer,” Max complains. 

“Let’s go somewhere else Max,” you eventually say, “It’s probably better to ignore him.”

Lando does walk closer towards Max and you. It makes you nervous. You’re not in the mood for another argument. Max is already sending him angry glares, but that doesn’t scare Lando off. He keeps walking closer towards you two. 

“Max, let’s go,” you try again, but your brother is still glued to his spot. His eyes don’t leave Lando. This can’t be good. You grab Max his arm and try to pull him away. It’s no use. Max stays on his spot. “This will only bring trouble,” you sigh, “let’s get going.” Max still doesn’t budge.

It takes Lando a couple more seconds to get in front of you and your brother. Lando is focused on your dress while walking towards you. Fuck, it’s short. It makes him imagine what you’re hiding underneath. It also makes him want to poke out everyone else’s their eyes for seeing you like this as well. The white color does something to him as well. He never reacted to something a girl wore like this. It must be the innocent white color. It makes him wonder how innocent you are.

It’s probably one of the first times you see Lando without his RedBull clothing or dressed in a hoodie. Now that he’s almost in front of you, you take a better look at him then before. It annoys you how good he looks in that linnen blouse and those beige pants. You try to shake off the thoughts about his looks. You need to focus, you have no idea what Lando wants. You do however know that your brother will get mad about it.

“Hey princess,” Lando greets you. He doesn’t even look at Max.

That causes you to notice his plan rather quick. He’s using you to annoy Max. Fucking hell. You’re glad that you’ve told Max about what happened between Lando and you earlier today, otherwise Lando could have told him anything by now to make him mad. Not that Max looks pretty calm anyway.

“I told you not to call me that,” you tell Lando annoyed. 

“Oops,” he sarcastically states, “However, I don’t think we were done talking.”

Max scoffs softly, but he doesn’t say anything. He lets you handle this on your own, something your thankful for. 

“I think we were, or were you planning to apologize for how you behaved?” You ask Lando.

“Of course not,” Lando chuckles, “I don’t apologize.”

You notice the frustrated look on Max his face. It’s getting worse with the second. Or better said, it’s getting worse with every word Lando says. Lando however seems to enjoy himself. You let out a small sigh. This needs to stop. Max is going to blow up in no time if Lando continues to act like this.

“Then we have nothing to talk about,” you reply coldly to Lando. You need to end this conversation so you can take Max someplace else and enjoy your night again. Of course you know that Lando is just using you to make your brother more upset, so this really needs to stop.

“You said my dick is small princess,” Lando states, “and I’m still pretty upset about that.” You notice his jokingly tone, but you think Max won’t. Your brother does however let out a soft chuckle, “You said that?” He asks you. You answer him with a small nod. That seems to make Max laugh for a couple seconds. You’re glad that your brother is a bit more relaxed.

“That seems like your problem Norris,” you eventually reply with an annoyed tone. 

“I don’t want you to spread lies about me,” Lando accuses you as serious as he can manage right now. He knows that there’s nothing else then bullshit coming out of his mouth right now, but who can blame him? He wants to talk to you and this is the only subject he got. 

“As if I’m going to talk about you,” you sneer.

“We both know you will,” Lando replies casually.

“In your dreams,” you sigh back. This conversation is taking too long. Max is also back to sending angry glares to his teammate, which seems like a solid reason that you have to leave. 

“Wouldn’t you like that princess? Me dreaming about you..” Lando keeps pushing and pushing. Max is getting more annoyed. And this time, you’re getting more annoyed as well. Why is Lando so busy with using you to get to Max? 

“No,” you tell Lando, “I dream about having nothing to do with you.”

Lando is silent for a couple seconds. That gives you enough time to take Max his attention again. “Come on Max, let’s go,” you tell your brother while grabbing his arm. This time Max wants to join you as well. You both turn your backs towards Lando, finally walking away from him and this conversation. 

“I dream about you finding out how big it actually is.”

Fuck. Lando’s words send shivers down your spine, but that isn’t even what you’re worried about the most right now. His words are more then enough to make Max act on his annoyance right now. You notice the way Max is already balding his fists. You try to get his focus again and leave, but Lando continues to talk.

“So you can properly beg for it,” Lando continues.

That’s all Max needed. He turns back towards Lando and lunges himself onto his teammate. In no time Max has thrown his first punch into Lando’s face. You see how he hits Lando right on the nose. That’s going to look ugly for sure. Lando is quick to react to your brothers actions. He pushes Max off him and balls his fists as well. 

Maybe it’s the alcohol what causes you to react this slow, but you finally realize that you should do something. This needs to stop. When you look at the mess unfolding itself for your eyes again, you realize that you’re fucked. How are you going to stop this? In the mean time Lando and Max are all over each other. They’re both throwing punches around at each other. Lando’s nose is already bleeding. 

You try to grab Max his arm to stop him, but Max is quick to loosen himself from your grip. “Max!” You yell, “Stop!” Max doesn’t even respond to your screams. You take another look at Lando. This is so bad. His face is covered in his own blood. If anyone finds out about this, there will be so much trouble. You already imagine the headlines on the sport channels. Max pushes his arm backwards, trying to give himself a bit more strength, it causes him to hit you softly. He doesn’t notice. He’s too busy with getting Lando on the ground.

“Fucking idiot, you’re hurting her!” Lando yells angrily to your brother. 

Max looks at you. He sends you an apologetic look, you show him a small nod to tell him it’s fine. Lando uses the opportunity to stand up again so he can push your brother again. The small interaction from you and Max is quick to be forgotten. They are both going at it again. 

“Stop!” You continue to scream at them. You feel your throat getting hoarse in the mean time. This is taking too long. Where’s the security of this club? You continue to yell at the boys, but neither of them replies. They continue to fight. When you look around and finally see the security coming closer towards you, you let out a relieved sigh. They are quick to get your brother and Lando away from each other.

When Max is standing next to you again, he already looks a lot calmer then before. He explains his parts to the security guard, telling him all about Lando and his provoking. Eventually the security guard told him it was okay. 

Lando however seems to have a harder time with the security guards. You don’t know what happened exactly, but it’s one big mess. Lando is screaming at them and even pushing them away from himself. You’re not surprised when the security guards are taking him with them to another room. It’s a bad sight, you can only hope that this won’t come down to social media. Max is also looking at everything that goes down with Lando. Slowly he shakes his head. 

In the mean time Lando is still yelling at the security guards. Telling them they need to let go of him. It only makes them hold him better. 

Eventually Max takes you outside with him. The both of you aren’t in the mood to be at the club any longer or to watch Lando his mess even longer. When you take a couple seconds to look at Max, you’re glad to see that he’s okay. You can’t spot any physical damage. It causes you to let out a relieved sigh. You know that Lando is a different case, but that isn’t your problem - right? 

“What are they going to do with him?” You eventually ask Max. It looked kinda scary when the security guards took Lando with them. You wonder what will happen next. 

“I don’t know,” Max answers, “Normally they would just throw him out the club, but I guess he’s in a bit more trouble now because he tried to fight them.”

“So? Will they call the cops?” You continue to ask.

“I guess so? But it’s not our problem,” Max replies.

You let out a soft sarcastic chuckle. “I think it is Max,” you sigh when Max sends you a questioning look. “If Christian finds out, or gets called away to bail Lando out, the both of you’ll be in so much trouble,” you explain yourself, “And if the media is going to find out, it’ll be even worse. So I guess it’s not only Lando his problem, but also yours.”

“Fuck,” Max mutters, “What do we do now?”

It’s always a ‘we’ problem with Max. It wasn’t you who was fighting, so why would you be in problems? You let out a soft sigh. This time you don’t waste energy on telling Max that he needs to figure this out for himself. There’s a small idea already forming in your head. 

“We need to get him out,” you tell Max, “before they call the police or he makes things even worse.”

“How?” Max asks you.

You shrug. This is the hardest part. How are you going to get those security guards so far that they’ll let Lando leave? They are probably mad at him as well. When you look at your own dress again, you notice a small blood stain on the bottom. You curse softly. This was a new dress and now it’s probably ruined. The white color of your dress does make you think about something. Maybe you can use your own innocence to get Lando out of there?

“What if I figure out some sob story and try to get him out like that?” You ask Max, “I could act like he’s my boyfriend or something.” 

Max slowly nods. “Don’t really like it, but is there another plan?”

“Nope.”

“Just be careful, alright?” Max asks you. 

You show him a small nod and start to walk off. When you’re walking back inside the club, you think about letting Max handle his problems on his own next time. Lando has been nothing but a dick to you and now you’re going to help him? It doesn’t make any sense. You can only hope that the security guards will buy that he’s your boyfriend. You need to act really well for this to work. 

+++

“I’m so sorry about all this drama,” you say while looking as innocent and sad as you can manage right now. You’re standing in a small office that’s filled with a couple security guards and - thank god, with Lando. It didn’t took you too long to get inside this office, the problem is probably to get out together with your so called boyfriend Lando. Who is looking rather angrily at you right now. Doesn’t he notice that you’re here for him? That you’re doing this for him? You can only think of one person who would be this ungrateful. Fucking Lando. 

“This is all my fault,” you continue with your sob story. 

“This was your fault?” One of the security guards asks you confused, “You weren’t the one fighting? And certainly not the one who tried to fight with us.”

“I know,” you say, “but I’m so sorry about everything that happened. This is all because of me.” You make sure to blink a bit more to give them the impression that you’re fighting against tears. You even wipe away a non existed tear while still making eye contact with the security guard in front of you. 

“Explain it,” the security guard orders you. 

Lando feels himself getting ready to fight those security guards all over again. The way they are all staring at you. The way that ‘main’ guy is ordering you. He can think about multiple reasons to fight them again. Mainly because they keep checking you out.

You however are ready for the most important fase of your plan. This is it. Now you really need to act like you mean it. You nod slowly at the security guard. You don’t want to say those words, but you have no other option right now. Lando is still looking angrily at everyone around him. This time you try to get eye contact with him. You don’t dare to look at the others right now, you’re too afraid that they’ll catch your lie by your nervous looks. 

“Lando is my boyfriend,” you state. Lando his earlier angry look is quickly replaced by a confused one. You try to communicate to him that he needs to play along, but you don’t think you can message him that without using words. Still, his confused look is replaced by a more normal one. “And the guy who was fighting him, that’s my brother,” you continue to explain. 

“They don’t like each other,” you go further with your explanation, “and that’s why we kept our relationship a secret. It pained me so much, but we thought this was better. Tonight my brother accidentally found out…” you take s short break to fake a sob before you continue to talk. “He was so mad,” you softly say, “There were some nasty words between everyone of us. My brother called Lando a player and then Lando told my brother he loved me.” You try to think of different sad situations. It doesn’t take you to long before there are some tears rolling down on your cheeks. You wipe a few of them away before going further.

Lando is looking full disbelieve at what’s happening in front of him. He wants to say that it annoys him, but in some weird way he can’t. He secretly loves to see this side of you. He’d never think that you are able to do this. You’re lying and manipulating those security guards, making up some story in which he’s your boyfriend. Who would have thought?

The only part he doesn’t like is the way those security guards keep looking at you. He understands it, of course he does because he can’t stop looking at you himself, but it annoys the shit out of him. It’s pretty obvious to Lando how you even managed to get the attention of the guards. It’s probably also the reason that you’re still getting their attention. That fucking dress.

“My brother got even angrier when Lando said that,” you continue, “That’s were everything went wrong. I’m so sorry.”

You expected many questions about your story, maybe why your brother doesn’t like Lando or something. But it seems like the first question is rather easy. 

“You’re really in a relationship with him?” One of the security guards asks you. 

Lando doesn’t like the tone of the guy. Is it that unbelievable that you’re in a relationship with him? It’s not like he’s way too ugly for you or something. Although, it’s hard to level with a girl as pretty as you. 

“Yes,” you reply as confident as you can manage, “Almost a year now.”

“I pity you,” one says, “I can’t imagine how a girl like you ends up with someone like him.”

“Oh fuck off,” Lando scolds, “You don’t even know me.”

You send Lando an annoyed glance. You’re getting pretty far but if he says something stupid everything can be ruined again. Before Lando can continue or you can say sorry for his behavior, he’s already shut down by one of the security guards.

“Shut it, we’re talking with her and not with you.”

Lando wants to reply again. He really does. He wants to tell those security guards that he’s not stupid, that he knows that they’re talking with you because of your looks and not because of the sob story. He wants to tell them how pathetic they are. He has so much to tell them, but when he sees your annoyed face he’s quick to drop it. A soft sigh leaves his mouth. It’s no use. You’re trying to help him so he can get away from here, it won’t help if he’s going to pick another fight with the security team. 

“He’s not always like this,” you eventually try to joke, “It’s the adrenaline from before and probably the alcohol.”

Most of the security guards nod at your words. There’s however one who’s still looking like he doubts you. You hope that he’s keeping his silence. 

“I’m really sorry about everything,” you continue to apologize, “I just wanted a nice night out and now everything is fucked. Can I please just take Lando home with me?”

“We already called the cops,” someone states. 

Fuck. There goes your plan. Without noticing it, you and Lando let out a soft sigh at the same time. What can you do now? You’re almost crying for real this time. How are you going to fix this? You try to think about all kind of sad stuff so you look as sad as possible. When there are tears rolling on your face, you continue to speak to the security guards.

“I get it,” you sob, “Do you think I can pick him up there later?”

“I guess that will be tomorrow,” one replies to you.

“Fuck,” you mutter. Now you really need to improvise. Christian will kill your brother if Lando has to stay with the cops during the night. “My.. my brother just told me I can’t stay with him anymore,” you stutter while improvising. Before continuing you make sure to sob another couple times. “I don’t have anywhere to sleep,” you add.

This time most of the guards look at you with a look full with pity. One of them walks towards you and puts his hand on your shoulder. It’s probably meant well, but it causes you to shiver - and not in the nice way Lando causes you to shiver. You take a look at Lando, who’s already looking back at you with an angry face. You wonder what he found now to be angry about. It seems that he’s pretty good in finding things to be angry about. You take a small step to lose the hand of the guard in the mean time.

“You know what,” the guard eventually says, “If you promise me that you’ll take him home, then I’ll let it slide for this time.”

“Yes,” you’re quick to reply, “Of course!” 

Lando is quick to stand up. This time no one stops him. Slowly he walks towards you. It makes you feel nervous. What if he’s mad at you for intervening like this? He didn’t look to happy while you were talking with the security team… You just hope that he can save it for when you’re back outside. Before Lando stands next to you, there’s someone talking again. 

“Let them prove they’re in a relationship.” You’re quick to realize that this is the security guard who looked weirdly at Lando and you before. Fuck. 

“Is that really necessary?” You react quickly.

The other security guards chuckle. The one who told you that it was okay reacts as well. “Okay, prove your relationship and then you get to leave.”

Fuck. What now?

Lando is already standing next to you. He’s annoyed by the request - or better said the task, but he does know a rather simple solution. He turns his body more towards yours. You show him a confused look. Lando wonders if you’re okay with what he’s about to do, he can only hope so. When he’s standing closely in front of you, he tries to ask for your permission with his eyes. He raises his eyebrows, hoping that you get the hint. When he sees a small nod from you, he’s quick to continue with his plan.

You wonder with Lando is about to do. It seems like he has a plan, but you have no idea what. Then you notice his face coming even closer towards yours. When you feel Lando his lips against yours, you can safely say that you weren’t expecting this. Fuck. The dickhead teammate of your brother is kissing you. That seems like a problem, but you have a bigger problem to focus on. Why are you enjoying it?

You can’t stop yourself and let your hands wander until they reach Lando his hair. Softly you play with his hair. Lando deepens the kiss. You feel his tongue asking for permission, something you grand him rather fast. His hands are on your back, pulling you into his own body as much as he can. It causes you to let out a soft moan. Fuck, why is this feeling so good? You’ve never been kissed like this before.

Lando feels a small vibration coming from you, was that a moan? He wants nothing more then to pull out more moans from you. It surprises him that you’re letting yourself go in the kiss with him. But that isn’t the thing that surprises him the most right now. He can’t seem to focus on the fact that this is fake and meaningless. He wants this to be real. Why did no other girl make him feel like this during a kiss? This can’t be good. 

When the both of you hear the security guards chuckle and clap, you’re quick to pull back from the kiss. With a new found confidence you look at the one guard who doubted you, “Believe me now?” You ask him with the same confidence. The guard can only show you a small nod. 

Lando is the one who lets out a soft chuckle now. He looks at you before pressing a small kiss against your forehead. “Let’s go princess,” he softly tells you. This time the nickname doesn’t sound sarcastic and even more strangely, you feel something flutter inside of you while hearing it. Lando takes your hand into his and walks outside with you. 

When the both of you are standing outside again, Lando is quick to drop your hand. He turns until he’s facing you. “Don’t even do that again,” he tells you angrily.

“You’re welcome Lando,” you reply annoyed, “and what exactly do you mean? Because I believe that you’re the one who was kissing me.”

“You don’t even know what you just did,” Lando rants, “Don’t ever try to use your innocence again with security guards like them. What if they had other plans for you? Do you even know how fucking hot you look in that short dress? You’re lucky those guards didn’t touch you or something.”

You don’t know how to respond. Lando is exaggerating, but you realize that there’s a small truth hiding in his words. However, you can only focus on how he called you ‘fucking hot’. 

“It went alright like this.” Lando shakes his head at your words. “I guess you’re more busy with checking me out then those guards,” you add sarcastically. 

“You’re so stupid,” Lando reacts annoyed.

“It went fine,” you continue to argue.

“No!” Lando yells now, “Just go home and never go back to this fucking place. I saw how uncomfortable that one security guard made you by just touching your shoulder, so don’t tell me it went fine.”

You’re stunned. How did Lando notice that? 

“This wasn’t for you,” you eventually state.

“So fucking stupid,” Lando continues to mutter.

“What did you want then? That the cops called Christian to bail you out? Then you and Max could have spend another day talking again.”

“Fucking stupid.”

“A thank you would be a nicer response you know,” you sigh annoyed.

“I don’t do thank you’s,” Lando states.

“Of course Norris, how could I forget that you don’t have any manners,” you sneer, “Whatever. I’m going back to Max. Just stay out of trouble, because I won’t do this again.” You start to walk away from Lando, it’s only when you hear his voice once more that you turn around again.

“Bet that you’ll kiss with me again someday.”

You don’t reply. You should be turning back to him, getting mad about his stupid remark and assuring him that you’ll never kiss with him again. But, you can’t. The thing is, you already can’t stop thinking about kissing with him again. 

“Princess?” Lando asks. He wants some sort of reaction, he hates it to be ignored.

“Don’t,” you sigh, “Just let me leave.”

“Without a goodbye kiss?” He jokes.

You sigh. The first kiss was fake. There’s a story behind it to make sure of that. If you turn back now and do what you want to do, then it won’t be fake anymore. You do want to feel his lips on yours again, but you can’t. 

“Goodnight Lando,” you eventually say before walking off. 

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[ratatoskrr]

Linnen in the making

I grew one square meter of flax this year, as part of the 1m2 flax project that started in Sweden. I planted my seeds in March, then watched it grow (reluctantly) and eventually bloom. I harvested my modest 1 square meter in august. The retting took most of September and October, and yesterday it was time for breaking, scutching, and hacking, processing the flax until only the fibre remains. It looks a lot like hair! With a lovely shine. I've twisted my flax into flax dolls, spinning is the next step in the process from flax seed to linnen. It's been really fun to see, experience and experiment with all these steps so far, I've learnt so much.

[im-poltergeist]

Towers and Thorns (Fanfic vers)

tags: bodyguard!Ghost x royal!reader, older Ghost, first fic, might be crappy idk, multiple parts, might be nsfw down the line, english is not my first language so feel free to correct me. 🌻

Part 1 🌻 Part 2 🌻 Part 3

"Do you have to keep bending the rules", he asks from the doorway to your room. You scoff at the question.

"This is hardly bending the rules. The skirt is just above knee length", you answer, glaring at the balaclava clad man stood before you.

"Not sure I agree with that, your highness", his cold eyes scanning your figure. You groan and shove him out the door. Whats the matter with him anyway.

You walk over to your closet and stare at the skirts. Apparently the light blue one you had on was "inappropriate". You pick out a white, patterned one instead and hope that it is acceptable. You roll your eyes. The bodyguard you had before him, before Ghost, wouldn't have batted an eye at that skirt. But at the same time he was off fucking a maid in some linnen closet while Marshall ambushed you in that corridor and kissed you. The memory makes you shudder.

Marshall seems to think that he is entitled to you. Just because your parents didn't say an outright no when his parents talked about marriage, he's disgusting.

You tried to tell your father that you didn't want the kiss and that Marshall kissed you without your consent but he wouldn't have it. "Think about how this could reflect on your mother reputation. Sneaking off, kissing boys." That's what he had to say about the matter. Speaking about you as if you were a young, rebellious teenager. You are, in fact, an adult. You had been for a good while now. You had gone through your teen years without any major scandals. The same couldn't be said for your cousins.

You open the door and are faced with arms crossed over a broad chest clad by a black t-shirt, tight enough to reveal strong shoulders and muscular arms, and cold eyes staring down at you from the gap in his balaclava.

"Better", you ask, eyes narrowing.

"Much", he replies and steps aside.

Ghost opens the door to the dining hall for you and you nod a thank you to him. Your father is sat near the end of the table,, reading a newspaper and drinking coffee. He looks up as you enter.

"Good morning Dad. Good morning Gaz", you say to the dark-skinned man stood behind him.

"Important day today", your father replies, not bothering with pleasantries.

"Im aware", you sit down at the chair opposite his. You scoop a spoonful of scrambled eggs and another of bacon down on to your plate.

"Make sure to behave. We don't need the President or the American press to get the wrong impression", he reminds you for what feels like the hundredth time this week.

"I know", you acknowledge, eyes fixed on your plate. Fork moving the eggs around aimlessly.

"Good. We can't afford a scandal", your father adds and rises from his chair. Hand nudging your shoulder as he walks past you and out of the door. Gaz a few steps behind him. The door shuts with a dull thud. You drop your fork on to your plate with a clink and put your head in your hands. Why does he always always talk about you like you're an accident waiting to happen. You feel Ghosts eyes burning in to your back.

"You don't have to just stand there, you know. You can sit down", you turn your head to look at him. His brown eyes meeting yours before walking slowly over towards the chair next to yours. Pulling it out and turning it so that he faces you. He sits down. Arms crossed over his chest and one of his leggs resting on his knee. You pour some water in to your glass and do the same to his. Ghosts eyes still boring in to yours. You sigh.

"Whats the matter", you ask him. Something clearly occupying his mind.

"Do you have a drinking problem or something, your highness", he questions you.

"What? No", you shriek. How could he think such a thing.

"A guy just kissed me at the last event and my dad thinks Im going to go into a late teenage rebellion. Besides, you would have notised if I had a drinking problem by now", you continue shaking your head.

"Guess you're right", he replies. His voice having and unreadable tone. Your eyes move towards the grandfather clock at the other end of the room. It reads half past ten. Shit. You stand up and the chair almost tips behind you. Ghost rises, eyes darting around the room to find the source of your sudden move.

"Im gonna be late", You clarify and hurry out the door. Ghost a few steps behind you.

You make it to the front door with less than a minute to spare. Your parents are stood talking and turn around when you approach with quick steps. You come to a halt behind them. Smiling at your mother. She smiles back and turns towards the men beside the door. Gaz and Price are on either side of the door. Ready to follow their queens order. Your mother nods to them and the doors open. You face the light erupting from the gap and put on a smile that you hope looks natural. The forgotten breakfast on your plate makes itself reminded as your stomach churns. You feel Ghosts eyes burn into the back of your head and you step outside into the light.

[leahrintarou]

🎃 SUNA RINTAROU - SOMNOPHILIA

Warnings: somnophilia ofc, cunnilingus, fem reader, afab reader, soft!dom suna, mention of tatas lol Word Count: 1.2k

"i'll be right back. don't fall asleep" suna says, giving y/n another sloppy kiss to the warm skin of her nape. they'd just taken a shower together and as the water wasn't the only thing heating the atmosphere, y/n insisted that they'd continue their activities outside of the shower. she'd been on her feet all day and wasn't even sure if she could manage to stand up for another minute.

cutting their shower short, y/n and suna made their way back to his bedroom and when he realized that he'd forgotten to get a towel (mainly for y/n), he groaned internally. quickly making his way to the hallway's closet in which stored his array of freshly washed linnen bath towels, suna pulled one from its folded place on the shelf before making his way back to y/n.

to his dismay, she'd already fallen asleep in the blink of an eye. with a grunt of frustration, he decided to ignore his own problem (for now atleast), and pulled the towel over y/n's body as she moved limply in the comfort of the soft fabric. he wasn't upset over the fact. afterall, y/n said countless of times that she was drained for the day and he understood that. suna being suna though, tried to push his luck and sneak in a quick session of pleasure with his girlfriend but unfortunately, that plan failed before it was even set into stone.

he contemplated in whether or not he should take care of his problem on his own, but he was one with holding out for long periods of time which is why y/n never went to bed lacking of any needs what so ever. with that information, he sighed to himself, rolling his eyes before deciding on throwing on some briefs and a t-shirt and laying on top of the plush of his bed. y/n let out a small sound of annoyance at the fidgeting and suna took a glance at the sight next to him.

the towel was barely doing any justice of covering her body and suna wanted to look away. He wanted to not worsen his problem, but he just couldn't. The rising and fall of her chest slowly but surely making the towel slide just below her necklaces pendant and just above the valley of her breast. The ache that settled between his thighs and the peaceful state of y/n made him come to what felt like the biggest crossroad of his life.

With a singular blink and a shuffle of her body, the towel had finally retired of its temporary job. Suna couldn’t help himself at the sight. Laying down, he placed small kisses against her chest and soon made his way up to her neck and then her jaw. "sweetheart.." He mumbled, hoping that maybe she'd wake up at his gestures of affection. y/n hummed and suna smiled against her skin. "can I take care of you?" He questions, sitting up as a palm caressed her bare waist in an up and down motion. "you always take care of me, rin" y/n muttered, some syllables of her words coming out quieter than the others.

"do I? What about here?" And with that, his digits swiftly made its way to place a palm just below y/n's lower abdomen. She let out a small sigh and he smiled. She needed him just as much as he needed her. The only difference in the two was who had more energy and surprisingly, it was suna this time. Swiftly yanking the bothersome fabric of the towel from y/n's body, suna placed small kisses against the plush of her inner thighs. She was half asleep and suna could tell since her body was more vulnerable towards him.

Even in her woken state, y/n wasn't this vulnerable to suna. It might've been a bit too amusing to him but he didn’t think too much of it for his own sake. Wrapping both arms around her thighs before parting them away from each other with a firm grip to the inner-plush, suna took a glance up to y/n as her eyes were half lidded and her lips were slightly parted, irregular breathing patterns pulling a satisfying feeling to suna and it boosted his ego all the more.

His own lips parted and a sigh from a fanned breath escaped the warm cavern of his mouth before his tongue made contact with y/n's sex. Her thighs tensed and involuntary tried to close, but suna made sure of that not happening when the sturdy hold that her had against her nearly cut off her circulation. His tongue laid flatly against her sex, dragging along the area before getting to her bud, he latched his lips around the specifically sensitive area of y/n and with a curious glance, he looked up at her features.

Her eyebrows contorted to a pleasure filled expression and the quietest moan erupted through the fatigue in her voice. His tongue toyed with her bud for what felt like hours. He could do this all night if he wasn’t stopped and this showed to be proven true when a glance at the clock snapped suna out of his daze. Letting out a groan against y/n's sex, suna pulled back, taking a small breath of air before resuming his previous antics. His tongue prodded at y/n's entrance, tasting every bit of her arousal against his tastebuds with relish.

she clenched around him and the ache in suna's member felt a bit more antagonizing. y/n let out a soft moan of his name, eye's fluttering open as the situation began to unblur in seconds. it was the first time that y/n had been woken up like this and to say that this state of hers was a bit more sensitive than usual was an understatement. letting out a whine of his name, suna hummed against her, the low octave of his voice on her bud sending a jolt all the way though her body.

"i got impatient, pretty."

y/n couldn’t even focus on his words since her mind was overwhelmed with the current pleasure felt sensation that she was receiving. "s-stop talking." she forced out, trying to shoot suna a glare when he let out a breathy laugh. "you got it, sweetheart". His voice was calm and innocent as if he weren't doing what he was doing at the moment. Aka, using his tongue to all of its power to bring y/n to a crumbling end of where she couldn’t keep up or hold herself together. He enjoyed things a lot more when she was that way and by the looks of it, she was getting pretty damn close which only motivated him more.

y/n balled the discarded towel in her fist and with a few more fallen moans, suna focused on her bud, bringing her pleasure filled end to surface. Suna forced y/n to keep her thighs open as her hips uncontrollably jolted against his tongue. He pulled back, finally having some kind of mercy on his girlfriend as she continued to let out breathy pants. "I hope that woke you up a bit more" he said, lifting his head as he leaned towards y/n's face.

"why?" She managed to let out, eyebrows contorting in confusion when suna placed a small peck to the corner of her lips before pulling back to remove his shirt. His briefs were soon discarded after, revealing his erect member that so desperately needed some kind of physical attention.

"I still have a problem that you caused and you're going to help me with it."

"rin, I'm tired."

"so am I, pretty…so, let's get this over with quickly, yeah?"

TYSM FOR READINGGG :)

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[huariqueje]

Nos vultus amo roses , We love the look of roses - Theo Leijdekkers

Dutch, b. 1955 -

Oil on linen ,  225 x 150 cm.

Nos vultus amo roses',   olieverf op linnen,  225 x 150 cm

[pixydustworld]

When Hermione had received her Order of Merlin First Class, it hadn’t been for her sacrifice like Harry’s had been, nor bravery, like Ron’s.

Hermione had gotten hers for being clever.

For keeping them alive, for all those years. For being able to see what was coming — but entering an unbreakable vow with Draco Malfoy?

She hadn’t seen that coming.

Two days before, Hermione had awoken in a St. Mungo’s hospital room, with a very concerned looking Harry Potter hovering above her face. “Hi.” He’d said, as if this was a normal way to wake someone up, “You’ve been in a coma.”

Hermione had yelped and punched Harry in the nose.

After explaining to several concerned healers that Harry’s bloody nose was a casualty of hovering an inch above someone's face, and not, in fact, a sign of another impending Wizarding War, Harry had flopped in the chair beside her bed.

A chair that he’d apparently been sleeping in. His Auror robes had been crumpled, like he’d been wearing the same pair for a few days — a stack of files balanced almost dangerously on the edge of the bedside table.

“I was worried about you.” Harry had said thickly, nose still bleeding, dripping down his face without anything to stop it. “It’s been a month.”

All Hermione had been able to think about was her twelve year old self, waking from another magical sleep, to find that Harry had taken to sitting by her bedside back then, too.

“What happened?” She’d asked softly.

Harry had sighed, finally leaning back to stop the flow of blood. It was always the muggle way with him, Star Wars themed band aids and sloppy stitches he did himself. “You were poisoned.” He'd said, “They didn't know when you’d wake up.”

Hermione had blinked at him. “It could've been years.” Years of sleeping in a chair, neglecting his life for her own, eating terrible hospital food and watching her chest steadily rise and fall.

Years of waiting for something that might never come.

“Ron’s been sleeping here, too.” Harry had continued. “The staff isn’t happy, but I just have to whip out the: i am harry potter, i battled death so that you could eat scones by the seaside and live a peaceful life’ it’s a whole spiel. I’ve actually gotten quite good at it.”

The feeling in Hermione’s chest had tightened. The thought of Ron and Harry, waiting for her to wake up, patient in a way she hadn’t expected. Always together. Inescapable, like the tangled roots of an overgrown tree.

“Thank you.” Hermione had said, “For waiting for me.”

She had given him a tentative smile, before it was very quickly replaced with a look of horror. “Harry.” She’d said, beginning to the harrowing task of untangling her legs from the blankets, “I’ve been out from work for a month.”

“Someone tried to kill you.” Harry had said in a lazy voice, still bleeding, “No.”

“Harry — ”

“You can’t possibly think I’d let you go straight back to work. Death is my specialty, you can’t have it.”

“Let me go?” Hermione had laughed sharply, “I don’t have to ask your permission for anything.”

She had finally freed her legs from the torture trap of hospital linnens, “I need to get back in front of the Wizengamot, ask for an extension of my Werewolf Act — ”

“I can’t protect you all the time.” Harry had said tightly. “Just — give me a few days to figure all this out. Please.”

And perhaps that’s what this was all about — he felt helpless and out of control; felt like everyone else had his entire life. This helplessness wasn’t foreign, not to her, but to Harry? It was new and overpowering.

“Harry,” Hermione had said gently, taking his hand in her own, “I’m alright.”

“I thought I was going to have to watch you die — ” fingers white from how hard he had squeezed them, “I felt so helpless, I couldn’t do anything.”

“And I’m alright.” Hermione repeated. “But you can’t stop me from going back to work. It’s my life.”

Harry had frowned. “If you’re going back to work, you need a bodyguard.”

“Fine.” Hermione had said after a minute of well deserved sulking, “You can do it.”

“I can’t.” He’d said, looking miserable and tired and covered in blood; looking like the version of Harry that Hermione was most familiar with, “I missed so much work being here that I promised Kingsley I’d do as many public appearances as he wanted for three months.”

He’d checked his watch and somehow had gained the ability to look even more miserable. “I need to get back. But don’t worry, I'll find someone. I’ll make them take a vow to protect you.”

Hermione had rolled her eyes. “Don’t be stupid.”

Harry, however, had planned on being very stupid.

The twist of fire around her skin brought Hermione back to the present, where she stood across from Draco Malfoy, their hands clasped together. The scrape of his calluses against the flesh of her palm was the only thing that grounded her. Caught like prey in his path.

“Do you swear to watch over her?” Harry asked, “Until this threat is eliminated?”

Malfoy held her gaze. “I do. I’ll eliminate the threat myself.”

Hermione, to her credit, only winced a little when the fire licked across their skin, engulfing their arms completely.

“Trust me?” Malfoy asked softly, voice barely heard over the roar of the flames that bound them together.

“Do I have a choice?”

Malfoy smiled, slow and syrupy, “No,” He said, “I don’t think you do.”

The flames flickered and went out. Malfoy didn't let go of her hand.

After Harry left to smile blandly at a ribbon cutting, the room was quiet. It felt smaller than before, Harry always seeming to take up more space than he ever intended.

“Did you pick me?” Malfoy asked. Hermione glanced up at him from her desk to find that he was not being casual, and was instead, standing directly in front of the door; like a suit of armor someone dragged into her office as a joke, guarding her, she realized.

Through a lifetime of painful situations, Hermione had learned that the best way out was through; face the dragon now, if only to be free from its fire later. “Yes,” she said with a sigh, “I picked you.”

Malfoy nodded. “I visited you.”

Hermione’s eye twitched. “Did you?” She asked, still focused firmly on sounding like a normal person, with a normal voice, “can’t imagine how you explained that to Harry and Ron.”

“It was always while your faithful pets were sleeping, curled up by your side.”

“Don’t call them that.”

“Isn’t that what they are?” His voice light, cautious to proceed, but like always, his willingness to tease won out, “You made the mistake of feeding them, they’ll always come back.”

“Harry saved the world, don’t compare him to a barn cat — ”

“You saved the world.” Malfoy scoffed. “Potter would’ve been dead at eleven, if you hadn’t decided your favorite hobby was keeping him alive.”

A sharp laugh left her chest, but at least this was familiar. In a world that had continued to turn while she slept, this was the first moment that felt real; the arguing, the sharpness, this was something they’d always have, regardless of time.

“I saved nothing.” Hermione said, “I’m just clever. Lots of people are clever.”

“Not as clever as you. They all talked about you.” Malfoy said softly, “Voldemort.” No flinch now, no fear in death, “Aunty Bella. Couldn’t understand how someone like me was second to you. She’s just better, I’d say, she just is. Like glass in my mouth to admit back then, but it was the truth.”

“Well, to be fair, I was top of the class.” Hermione said, “You weren’t lying about that. You just lied about everything else.”

At his raised brow, Hermione rolled her eyes. “I think it might be them, yeah, yeah, it could be.” She said in a low, mocking voice. “It was a good lie, very clever, but a lie just the same.”

“Hm.” He said, still guarding the door, Auror robes looking stupidly good on him — were they supposed to be that form fitting? “Upset that I saved you?”

“I would’ve gotten us out eventually.”

A trap she hadn’t seen coming until too late, tumbling head over feet into the darkness. “Yes,” Malfoy practically crooned, “you would have found a way out.”

“Piss off.”

“Have I struck a nerve? How strange, you’re usually so unruffable.”

“And you usually know when to stop talking.”

The silence that followed was blissful, almost like sinking into a hot bath. Hermione had just started a thorough redraft of her Werewolf rights bill, when Malfoy started talking again.

“I thought you’d be safe.” He said, “With me gone, I thought the threats would stop. I thought, if I watched you from afar, you’d be free.”

“And the second I take my eyes off you, someone tries to kill you.” He was mad, anger so apparent Hermione had no idea how he’d managed to hide it in the first place. So heavy and present, begging to be freed.

“We broke up.” Hermione snapped, “I wasn’t yours to protect, you have no need to feel guilty about any of this.”

“You will always be mine to protect.”

And there it was, out in the open, for both of them to see.

“What if I marry someone else?”

“They’ll grow used to me standing watch in the garden.”

“You’re impossible.” Her desk didn’t feel like a big enough barrier between them, she’d need to flee the country soon. “Absolutely insane.”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “When it comes to you? I am.”

Despite all her cleverness, Hermione hadn’t been able to see Malfoy coming, and hadn't been able to prepare herself for the loss of control his presence provided. How much, despite her best efforts, she still loved him.

He was an unstoppable force, and now, thanks to Harry Potter and his fondness of unbreakable vows, they were stuck together.

“I almost went mad.” Malfoy breathed, “After — after you left, I survived knowing you were out there. That your light was a warmth I could bask in, even from afar. But watching you in that bed at night, it was as if you’d died.”

He shuddered. “Like the sun fell out of the sky.”

“I’ll be alright.” Malfoy said, “When you move on. But I meant what I said earlier. I’ll kill whoever did this to you, and then I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure nothing like this ever happens again.”

“From my garden.” Hermione said softly.

Malfoy grinned sadly. “Yeah,” he said.

Hermione had been asleep for an entire month, and all she could remember, was dreaming about Draco Malfoy.

She dreamt of the curve of his lips when he smiled, the weight of his fingers on his flesh — she dreamt of everything and nothing and all that was between.

She dreamt of subtle moments of peace over morning tea, the air between them soft and sweet — happiness real and all around her, something she could touch and see and taste.

She dreamt of their arguments, wild and all encompassing, bitter and bright; no one had ever challenged her the way he did, understood her need to fight for space in the world.

She dreamt of his humor, so far tucked beneath the surface it still surprised her; even now — she dreamt how dramatic he was, like a house of cards trembling in the wind.

She dreamt of how he fucked her, the weight of his body against her own, the scrape of his teeth against her flesh — how it felt to be stretched and filled, the warmth of his cum inside her, against her thighs. How her pleasure always seemed to be a tangible goal for him to reach.

She dreamt of the sound of his voice, the way he moaned against her throat, the names he called her, how he sighed her name on an exhale; the sound of his voice was burrowed so far into her being, she felt it, ingrained in her bones.

“I dreamed of you.” She finally said.

He looked at, eyes serious. “Don’t tease.”

“You’re being very dramatic for someone who broke up with me.”

“I thought I was protecting you.” Malfoy grumbled, “Obviously, that didn’t go as planned.”

Hermione, to her credit, only rolled her eyes a bit. “Well.” She said, “good thing I’m clever enough to fix this.”

By the time she’d left the sanctuary of her desk, Malfoy looked ready to crumble to the ground.

“My bright girl,” He said, “You can fix any problem. Fix me — ”

He finally stopped talking when she kissed him. The silence was grand, but his touch? That was a gift.

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I love Mermay! May I request a mer!reader x Sailor/Pirate!Fives? The reader is a siren and is technically supposed to be luring Fives and his friends to their deaths, but ends up not doing so after getting into a convo with him. When someone (Palpatine, Fox, random guy, whoever you want) does try to kill Fives, the reader is able to save him. Happy ending please!

Hi there! Yay! As I have said before, I will be writing all my requests, but MERMAY! requests have priority over others even though they have been requested on a later note!

Dear anon, ty for the request! We're def going for a "cruel" badass siren that will be to her surprise captivated with our charming pirate Fives. Palpatine is obviously the bad guy.

I don't know much about sailing and i'm trying to do a past era alternative universe thing, so ignore any incongruences and that.

I hope you like it!

Xx,

Sky.

"A CHANGE OF CURRENT"

FIVES/MER!FREADER 📩💔💖

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF DEATH, BLOOD, WOUNDS, CRUELTY, SIRENS KILLING/EATING HUMANS, BITES, SCARS. REFERENCES TO ECHO'S TRAUMATIC EXPERIENCE. DON'T GET SCARED. THIS IS MOSTLY FANTASY&MISTERY&FLUFF.

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"Being friends with the Captain doesn't allow you to lounge around, Fives" a voice almost identical to his teases him at his back.

The man in question turns around and grins. Echo has a half-fond, half-exasperated tiny little smile on his face. He's dressed in a similar way to him; thin linnen shirt with a deep opened v-neck and rolled up-pants, just in different tones of blue.

"Actually, it allows me to do exactly that" Fives retorts cheekily. Before Echo has a chance to put him into place, always the responsible of the two twins, he adds. "And I'll let you know lounging is a very important task on the "79's".

Echo arches an eyebrow. He crosses his arms in front of his chest; his hook just grazing the still pale skin of his left peck. Too much time spent trapped away from the sun.

"Is that so?" His brother humours him. The sun is hovering right upon them, bringing darker shades on Echo's already angular face. He's slowly filling out a bit, though, and for that Fives is glad. "How does that work, exactly?"

Fives tilts his head to the side. Echo always thought one of his twin's radiant smiles could iluminate any ship at the darkest of nights. That's the way he could eventually find the way back home, back to the 79's; Fives.

"Keeping a good mood is crutial to a ship's crew" his twin continues, going on one of his tangents. "It makes everyone work better, faster. Reduces fatigue and dangerous thoughts like plotting a mutiny".

Sometimes Echo wonders if Fives has all of this little stupid dialogues planned in his head just because, waiting for their chance to come up. The silliness of his twin's mind never ceases to surprise him; even after so many years of living together travelling through the seven seas.

"Like any of us would ever plot something of the sorts against Rex" Echo rolls his eyes, amused.

Fives shrugs, big smile still in his tanned face. They used to look so similar, Fives and him, before the accident. Now there are just... resemblances. Similarities. Probably the thing he hates the most about what happened –besides loosing his limbs–; how they had visually differentiated him so much of his twin, of his other half. For all Fives could be tiring and obnoxious, Echo knows he couldn't live without him. Even though getting used to his new body has been incredibly hard, he's glad for this second chance with him.

"I dunno' " Fives voice quickly brings him back to present time. He mimicks something dropping onto his head with his hands. "I think I'd look great with Captain Rex's hat".

Fives imitates the Captain's fierce expression and seriousness, still holding onto his imaginary pirate hat; and Echo can't keep the chuckles inside.

"You're a jokester, Fives".

His twin grins again.

"Don't make me repeat why that's important, now".

Echo smiles. Softly, this time.

Around them, at this time of the early afternoon, right after lunch, the crew of the 79' is surprisingly quiet and calm. The sea is peaceful today as well; nothing like the day before or the previous night. They're delving into dangerous waters, now. Places that don't quite appear on the map.

"What were you doing here anyways, all alone?" Echo asks.

Fives hums distractedly and glances in front of him again, at the sea; one leg staying inside the ship and the other dangling over board. The two of them have always been a little reckless like that; specially Fives.

"Thought I heard something" he whispers, then turns back to his twin again. His eyes suddenly look innocently young again, and his twin is suddenly reminded of past memories, of the two of them enlisting in the 79' when they were barely kids. "Do you think sirens really exist, brother?"

Echo sighs. They have all heard stories; but no one on board has ever personally seen one. He doesn't really know what to believe; could they be truly real, or are they just stories invented by lonely men that live by the sea?

"I don't know, Fives" he answers, going for honesty.

Fives hums, scanning the waters again; looking for something it's not quite there.

"If they do, do you think they're truly evil, like the stories tell?"

Echo stays quiet for some minutes. Then, he glances down at his hook; at the wood that replaces his legs. The skin that stays in contact with them feels sore and pained; he really should get some rest. He sighs, tired.

"I don't think so. If they do exist, and they do have something against us, I guess they'd just want to kill us directly, eliminate what they consider a danger and threat for their waters" he pauses and breathes in deeply. "I don't think they'd slowly torture us like humans do. We're the cruelest beings on land or not".

Fives golden eyes silently travel back to Echo's. He reads between the lines. He understands his point.

"You're probably right" he quietly answers, the moment unexpectedly delicate now. He shakes his head and smiles. Softer, gentle, now. "Come on. Let's go shut some eye".

Fives stands up with renewed energy, abandoning heavy feelings behind; and pats Echo's back affectionately. His twin nods knowingly, and follows him through the ship. Even though it doesn't mean he doesn't feel just as deeply –Maker knows he does–, Fives has never been one to hold up emotional conversations for too much time. They weigh heavy in his heart.

Echo takes his space on the thin cot –if you could call a bunch of old shredded clothes and blankets pushed together that– beside him and closes his eyes. Both of them, that night, dream of sirens and mermaids and all those stories the sailors spread around. They aren't aware how close they are to see some of those stories become alive.

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You've been following them for two days now. Your job is to patrol the very limits of your world with the human's sea; and you were instantly alerted of their presence when they arrived, that enourmous ship of them difficult to miss.

It's not the biggest one you've seen. You had a fight with another one once, years ago; it's wood almost a dark black and it's sails a vibrant red. You still remember its name; Death Star. An aproppiate name for such an evil captain, such an evil ship. That fight was the main reason you had been assigned to keep all humans out of this waters; they just take and take, leaving nothing but destruction behind. You're not about to lose anyone else; not to the unforgiving, beautiful, yet terrifying sea, and definitively not to one of them.

This humans don't really seem to be looking for anything in particular. You had waited patiently, trying to find out their needs and wants; but reached no logical conclusion. They just seem to be... Wandering. Exploring. Ah, perhaps they're the curious ones. Many humans seem to be, just in the way young sirens are in their first years; wanting to swim through every single corner of the sea. See the world with their own eyes, and not through what elders tell them. You had been like that as well, in the past.

Mm. No matter. You're not putting the lifes of your people at risk just because these ones are looking fairly innocent. You know how quickly the tide can change directions, how surprising and dangerous the currents can be; and you're not going to let yourself be dragged by it. You'll do what you have to do; observe, wait patiently, and at night, lure them in. Your tongue wraps delicately around your sharp canines, excitement running through your veins.

You swim deeper into the sea below the ship. You almost feel impatient to play with them.

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You curse under your breath, quickly hiding underwater when he almost catches sight of you while scanning the sea. You've seen this particular human before; often staring at the water or the horizon, a contemplative look on his face. He's a dreamer, this one; sometimes looking younger than you suppose he really is, others quickly snapping back to reality and jumping to his work with surprising skill. He's handsome as humans go; bronze skin looking smooth under the unforgiving sun and trained muscles peaking under his semi-transparent shirt. He has a strong jaw and nose, expressive eyebrows and golden eyes; a trait that somehow seems common with his fellow soldiers, maybe sharing the same origin, perhaps even some of them being family.

Watching him carefully under the distortion of the dark blue water, you're developed hearing catch a second voice entering the scene; and the human turns around in his precarious position on the border of the ship. This one is named "79's". It must be a reference to something you can't quite place; or perhaps a year of relevance to them.

Human tongue is quite easy to learn, contrary to your native Mando'a; so you have no trouble following the conversation even underwater. Both men hold affection clear in their voice; indicating a closer kind of relationship than two normal sailors on the same ship would have. The second voice sounds more mature to you; perhaps simply because this first human –Fives, you learn, what a curious name for a person– doesn't seem to take life very seriously. But then his voice drops, quietly asking something that makes your heart beat faster inside your chest; if your people are real.

It's a common thing to ponder between sailors. Humans like the tingling excitement of being a bit afraid; of imagining situations that may never end up happening in their heads. But no, this one doesn't sound at all afraid; just curious, cautious. When he asks his brother –you confirm– if he thinks stories about sirens are real, of what they do to humans, anger spreads like a fire inside of you. Oh, yes, because they don't do anything of the sorts to other creatures on this earth. The second voice –Echo's– answers in a quiet, delicate way; and you have to swim closer to surface just to take a look at him. You suddenly put things together; something horribly traumatic must have happened to his human, for him to look like that. You can't imagine living without your tail. It saddens you, inevitably; he's still handsome even like this, he would have been even prettier without his injuries. He would look like... Fives.

You blink, a bit confused at the direction of your own thoughts. Fives own voice tinges with understanding and fondness. He pats his brother affectionately, and then forgets about the sea; both of them quietly retiring for now, their steps echoing against the wood as they wook away.

You're left with a weird feeling inside of you. This two seemed... Kind. It isn't a word you usually associate with humans; but here you are.

You shake your head, mumbling to yourself. You won't let them fool you. Humans still carry all that darkness inside of them; that evil. You want none of that in your home, your sea.

Tomorrow, you say to yourself.

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Fives smiles fondly at the sight of little 'Soka staring at the full moon in front of them. It's as big as they've ever seen it; very close to the sea, iluminating a silvery path towards the 79's in the otherwise dark night.

Ashoka is pure energy. The girl is hiperactive even at hours like this, were most of the crew has already gone to sleep; too excited to lay still in bed in the cabin she shares with Rex. The Captain of the 79's had adopted her many years ago, accepted her in his ship with a blink of an eye after finding out Ashoka had been abandoned in land by Captain Windu no less –an ex-friend and current enemy of Rex–; the small girl quickly falling under his wing like his own daughter. Fives can't understand how anyone could leave behind a kid like that; Ashoka is the only girl aboard, but she is like their own personal ray of sunlight. Hope. She's a special kid; has a perfect eye on when to pursue their enemies and when to abandon or change routes, an innate pirate even as young as she is. Fives can only try to imagine what things she would be able to do with more age and experience.

For now, though, 'Soka's just a kid. And kids do silly things; like playfully sticking out her tongue and precariously balancing her steps in the baupress of the 79's. Fives rolles his eyes good-naturatedly. He isn't too hard on the kid; he had been fearless and oblivious to danger once too. Hell, he still is, sometimes. It's just his way of being; free. He doesn't want to die by Rex hands if something happened to her, though, so he motions down with a flick of his hand.

"Get your feet down here, m' lady" he jokes, then extends his hand to hers in a courteous offer.

'Soka laughs, a sound that echoes softly in the silence of the night.

"Mm. I don't know if I shall accept such proposition, good sir" she answers, standing up in the thin baupress as if it is nothing.

Her dark black hair, looking almost blue, flies freely with the wind even with her white bandana wrapped around it. Her skin is as tanned as his, freckles tracing the outlines of the white scars that mark her otherwise perfect face. Like Fives and Echo, she has basically grown up on a moving ship.

"I'd like to keep my head, my lady, if you'd be so kind to help me" Fives insists, eyes turning to a gentle warning.

Ashoka rolls her big blue eyes.

"Okay..." she grumbles, then, abandoning the theatricality.

She turns her direction with flowless agility and starts her careful way back to him.

The ship rocks dangerously in the water –the sea not completely peaceful today–, and Ashoka stops in surprise and fear, holding her balance as best as she can. Fives also holds his breath. The 79's stops moving and they both sigh in relief, staring at each other well aware of the risks.

The girl chuckles nervously.

"Welp, that was a close one." She guiltily admits, restarting her way towards him. "I keep forgetting this waters are dangerous and not exactly what we're used to, huh?"

Fives doesn't tear his eyes from her.

"Yeah" he agrees. "Maybe you should leave your acrobatics for when we're back on the GAR sea..."

Big, angry waves splashes against the botton of the ship again; a sudden move that disestabilises Ashoka for a second time. It all happens too fast; the girl's right feet steps just on the edge of the baupress, losing balance, and her weight leans too much over one side with a terrified gasp. By the time Fives has rushed forward in a desperate attempt to catch her hand, Ashoka has already been devoured by the dark see with a dooming splash.

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You smirk darkly when the sound of a body hitting the surface of the water is transmitted under the waves. You almost want to laugh at the way the small human desperately moves his legs to try to stay afloat; the sea isn't looking good for creatures without fins tonight, and it is obvious that this female doesn't even know how to properly swim even in calm circumstances. Maybe it's just because she's small, you're not sure.

You strike at her –harshly tugging her leg down and sinking her under the surface– right when another body drops into the sea. You snarl, irritated by the interuption, and turn around, scanning the water around you. Just five or six meters away, there he is; the human named Fives, the dreamer, the one who almost discovered you ahead of time.

This one does now how to swim. Even though his eyes are clearly pannicked, searching for her fellow human companion among the darkness of the black waves, his legs calmly move just enough to keep him afloat; conserving very much needed energy. His clothes are stuck to his body; both humans look so utterly small in the openness of the water...

The small female human screams, terrified, still not grasping her new reality; and the man shouts her name in a hoarse voice, squinting and desperately trying to find her. The girl goes to shout again; and your clawed hand quickly reaches up to close around her throat –not to really cut her breathing of, but as a warning–. You're not known for your patience, and you really can't stand creatures screeching.

Fives golden eyes, still having a shine to them with the moonlight, finally turns to your direction; and his whole face morphs into wonder, fear and shock, quickly taking in your claws and sharp teeth, the gills on the side of your neck and the dangerous swoosh of the powerful tail behind you. The small girl trembles in your strong arms; you glance down at her, bored but curious at the same time. She really is the smallest human you have crossed pass with. Are those marks that shine white on her face scars?

"Please" Fives voice barely picks up with the sounds of the waves and the wind. "You don't want to hurt her".

His words and his firm stare stuns you for a second. Then, you laugh out loud, the sound being carried away by the howling wind.

You haven't used the human tongue for so long... Since that fight. You'd be kind to humour this human for now. Perhaps getting to know them for a bit before eliminating them would help you understand them better and kill them easier in the future. For as small as humans are, they do make interesting big weapons.

"Don't I?" You smirk, tongue wrapping teasingly around your rigth canine. You caress the girl's hair with the hand that is not carefully holding her against her throat. You push your nose up to her neck and smell; then tilt your face back to the male. "Mm. Perhaps not hurt her. Just quickly kill her, no pain".

Fives trembles in the cold of the sea. The girl too. You grin.

"Why?" Is his pained answer. He's trying to remain calm, you can see that, even if his insides live in complete turmoil. "To eat her?"

You make a face.

"No. Human is not my favorite kind of dish" you inmediately answer, then shrug desinterested. "You kill us, I kill you first. It's the sea's law, sailor".

Fives frowns.

"We kill you? I didn't even know you truly existed until now" he points out.

Ah, humans are such natural spokesperson. Always finding an argument no matter their cause.

"You're people" you correct, drawing a claw down the girls face, not enough to draw blood from it, just a distracted caress.

Fives face... Pouts.

"That's pretty unfair, if I may say so. You can't blame a whole species in the name of a few".

You let your gaze find his eyes again. He's so determined it's entertaining to watch.

"You claim you're different?" You ask, observing him.

He nods.

You can see the fatigue starting to creep onto him. You're holding the freezing girl with your own strength, but he's on his own. You wonder how much longer would he be able to stay afloat. Maybe you should just wait and watch him sink.

"See those scars on Ashoka's face?" His words pull your attention back at her white marks. She tries to stay still while you study her. "They were made by bad people. Cruel humans. My brother Echo suffered by others as well. And yet here we are. I love Ashoka as if she were my own sister. I love my twin. I'd do everything to protect them. I don't want to cause pain to them".

You huf.

"That's easy. No one wants to hurt people that are dear to them. What about other's that aren't? Would you care?"

Fives is stubborn. You'll give him that.

"I wouldn't purposedly hurt others for the sake of doing so. Or if there's any other way. Look, there... Must be some bad sirens too. People who just enjoy killing and hunting indefense creatures just because they feel joy watching them suffer; not a matter of protecting their home or territory. And there must be good ones" he breathes raggedly. "It's the same with humans. There is evil and kindness in every living being. If you'd only gave us a chance, you'd be able to see it".

You hum. He makes a point. The excitement melts down. Your curiosity doesn't. Are all humans this interesting?

"What is your Captain looking for in this waters, Fives?"

His mouth opens in surprise.

"You..."

"Know you?" You chuckle, moving your tail slowly. "Mm. I've been studying you for days, I know some things. The answer, sailor?"

Fives forces himself to push through his shock and confussion to answer you.

"We've been paid handsomely to explore this part of the Unkown Seas. We have a cartographer aboard, he's been working nonstop since we crossed the GAR frontier."

You hum, recalling those maps the humans use to sail the seas without getting too lost of their way.

"So there's nothing you want from us?" You insist.

To your shock, Fives smiles; a small, almost cheeky tug of lips.

"Well, I do have a lot of questions about sirens now that I've seen you, but no, not really. Like I said, we didn't even know you truly existed. We just want to make our trip and return to land safely".

You observe him in silence. You feel the girls energy draining too; blinking heavily.

"Mm" you hum, pushing her against his arms in a second. Fives stares at you, wide eyed, not expecting you to move that fast. "You can call for your human friends to help, sailor. I've decided I will just keep an eye on your ship for now".

Then, before Fives has the chance to answer, you tear your hands away from the girl and dissapear under the sea.

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Fives receives the reprimand of his life at Rex's personal delivery. He's task with leaving the ship shiny up and down; Ashoka also punished along him. If there's something the Captain of the 79's doesn't show, it's mercy. Oh, he's polite and gentle enough, if the situation calls for it; but he doesn't let things slip by. He's always aware, always scanning his crew with his amber eyes; and even though both 'Soka and Fives had tried to make the incident sound less of a danger, just an unimportant accident, there's really no way going around the fact that they had had a very close, dangerous encounter with a Siren.

Rex doesn't believe them at first. But then he sees the light marks on Ashoka's neck; there's nothing deep or worrying, but they're definitely shaped like some kind of claws, and he know's his fair number of fish and sharks to know they can't have done anything of the sort. Fives is guilty, yes, but he seems honest when he retells the experience. Ashoka too, a pleading look of forgiveness in her big blue eyes. Rex has no other option than to accept the story as truth.

Everyone on board of the 79's has the chance to see said siren with their own eyes a pair of days later. It's at night, so no one really sees her for quite some time; til Ashoka suddenly gasps and points out towards the see with wonder –and a sliver of fear– in her eyes. Rex quickly squints and stares in surprise. Well, that's a siren all right. The Captain and his men only have time to observe her for a minute before she smirks and plunges down into the water, her tail a silent goodbye.

Fives grins and elbows Echo.

"See? What a stalker. I think she likes me" he jokes, and Echo rolls his eyes pushing him with an exasperated smile.

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"Morning, dear siren" Fives greets you, carefully using the ropes to lower himself with his feet against the outside of the ship's structure, still on his shining the 79's duty. "How has sleep being under there?"

You splash him with your tail in irritation. There's no peace with the sailor around; and he has developed the annoying habit of periodically coming to talk to you.

Fives gasps with the cold water drenching his clothes; but his face quickly morphs from surprise to cheerful amusement.

"Why, thank you. I did notice I had started to smell too" he then smirks and studies your body up and down in a way that makes you as mad as nervous. "Darling, if you just wanted to see me wet, though... There's better ways we can enjoy together."

Even though there's a blush fighting it's way through your face, you keep your expresion neutral and narrow your eyes at him.

"You're the most annoying human I've ever met".

Five grins; as if your words were a personal compliment for him.

"You're magnificent company as well, dear siren" he retorts, unbothered.

You tilt your head, glancing up at him. It's both funny and irritating the way this human talks to you. He should fear you; you could jump up right now and kill him in a blink, and yet he's always like this around you. Curious, awed, and cautious while being impossibly and purposedly irritating as well. You wonder if it's his weird human way of making friends.

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Fives reintroduces a wary Ashoka to you. It's only sensitive for her to be cautious; after all, you did have your claws around her neck not so long ago. After Fives' reassurance and a few patient words on your part, though, she quickly leaves the past behind; and watches Fives' careless and friendly interaction with you with bright eyes.

You grow fond of her as the days pass. It surprises you the way the girl seems atuned to other creatures of the sea; smaller ones like rain-fishes and seahorses always curiously coming up to meet her. You've heard of people like her before; humans with a special conection to the sea, with an instinctual understanding of it. Your people believe humans too came from the sea; and some just happen to conserve traits of their real origins more than others. If so, Ashoka is definitively one of them; and perhaps any of these sailors that seem for some reason persistent on spending more time at sea than in true land.

One late afternoon you ask Fives of this; of his will of travelling through the seas. You ask him wether he misses land, other human civilizations and things; but Fives shruggs with a smile. He tells you he likes it here, aboard on the 79's with his brothers, his family; and opens up about his own past as well. You listen to him mesmerised; feeling again like a kid whose being told interesting stories of lands far away.

After Fives finishes his and Echo's story –their misfortune making a strong feeling of protectiveness soar inside of you–, he glances at you with a tilt of his head, suddenly quiet and pensive.

"Plus" he continues, voice barely a whisper. "There's a certain peace you can't find anywhere else but the sea".

Even though his words are carefully soft and his demeanour almost shy –very uncharasteristal of him–, his bright eyes are full of heavy emotions; almost wanting to tell you a story different than what his words tell you. Almost whispering to you there's something more to his words than what they say.

You sink under the surface of the sea so only your eyes are peaking above the waves; needing the comfort of the water to hold his stare, this sudden shift on the atmosphere.

Fives hums, and you take a last look at him before dissapearing under the sea, running away from the human who's starting to make you feel things you haven't –and shouldn't– felt before.

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Rutine makes you complacent. You get so relaxed at the knowledge that the 79's is no risk to you or your species you forget to stay vigilant; forget that they're not the only possible danger at the sea.

It happens at night; when your senses are dulled by sleep, your body curled in a tight space between the rocks at the bottom of the sea. Your return to consciousnes is a slow and lazy process. You open your mouth wide before momentarily clenching your teeth; the rest of your body muscles tensing and relaxing as well with your tiny stretch. Your eyes open and you focus on your surroundings; it doesn't feel like you've slept more than a pair of hours, and you usually don't have a problem to shut the eye throughout the whole night. Something must have awaken you subsconciously. You've long learned to trust your instintcs, so you decide to explore the sea around your little safe spot for the night before trying to get some more sleep. Maybe there's a predator around here.

It's when you swim away from the rocks you've hid in when you inmediately notice what's wrong; your too far away from the surface for the water to feel agitated here, but when you glance up, you see the usually dark ocean lit up in orange and red. The inmediate thought of the humans –of Ashoka and Fives– being in danger crosses your mind; and you're swimming up, up, up, before you're able to realise it yourself.

Your head peaks through the surface of the water and you can't help but gasp, eyes widenned in fear. The 79's wrecked. Besides it... So is the Death Star. Both ships have been fighting for who knows how long and you were peacefully asleep. It fills you with a dangerous wave of guilt; and unstopable anger. This is the ship that cost you the live of some of your best friends. This is the reason your people is no longer friendly towards humans; the pain of the past reflected on scars and lost ones. Some part of you is afraid –terrified– of facing said captain and crew again; the other part of you feels ravenous. This is your chance of revenge.

You sink under the water and sing. It's a song every siren child is taught by their elders; a call for help no one ever ignores. Sirens will stop at nothing for their people, their pods. Your voice carries easily through the water; and you hear a distant echo answering you. You know it's only a matter of time your people arrive. You'll help however you can in the mean time.

Your trained eyes and senses zoom in the fight aboard of the 79's. The men of the Death Star are dressed in black, like a bad omen; the colourful splashes belonging to Captain Rex' men. Both ships aren't the only battlefield; some are even fighting in the water, perhaps after pushing each other over board, some swinging their blades on top of smaller life-boats and lost planks of woods. The repair for what's left of both ships would be slow and costly.

You sink under the waves and move fast; jumping and dragging the 79's enemies with you underwater, drowning them or sinking your claws in their vulnerable throats, their screams futile under the water.

You can't see Fives or Ashoka yet; but just as the first of your fellow sirens arrive, you see Palpatine and Rex. They're fighting on the Death Star; blades swinging at each other while they expertly balance on the edge of the ship. You stop right below them and stare intently upwards; trying to catch the Captain's attention.

You do. Rex' eyes flicker downwards; making contact with yours. He quickly goes back to fighting against Captain Palpatine –how such an old man can move that fast you'll never know– and you wait patiently, licking your lips. You know Rex has catched on your idea and you only need to give him some time to bring him to you.

It's not a difficult move. With the knowledge that you'll be there to push him again back to safety and simultaneously kill his enemy, Rex throws his own body weight against Palpatine with all his strength and they both fall into the sea.

You almost see it happening in slow motion, such is your desire to claw your way through him. You're closing your hand around his throat in a blink, as soon as his body crashes against the waves; eyes shining and jaw opening to show your teeth while you push your face close to his. You want him to have a good look at you before you kill him.

"This is for Qui, Plo and Aayla" you tell him, eyes burning in hatred and vengance, his pathetic tugs at your hands only fueling your resolve. "And for those you'll never be able to hurt again".

You don't let him speak his last words. He doesn't deserve it; and he's not going to rat his way out of this. You snarl and sink your sharp teeth in his neck, closing your jaw before vicously pulling back and tearing his throat open mercilessly.

The carcass of his body floats away in the sea.

You turn to Captain Rex, scarlet blood dripping down your chin. He's not scared; but almost proud and relieved as he nods at you. You nod back and quickly help him get to the 79's again, reuniting with your people and organizising the counter-attack.

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Once Palpatine is out of the way, the rest of his forces crumbles easily. In a matter of an hour, the few survivors of the Death Star scramble away in the remaning of their ship. You chuckle darkly. You know it's all for the enjoyment of your people; they'll do a slow hunt over the next couple of days, kill them one by one. Take their own personal revenge.

There's a conmotion up on the 79's. Rex is there, and so is Echo and Ashoka, the last two leaning down on the floor next to... Fives.

"What's wrong?" You quickly voice up from your place on the sea. "Is he okay?"

Captain Rex glances down at you worriedly.

"Blade sunk into his liver. He's loosing a lot of blood very quickly" he turns to look back to Echo and Ashoka. His expression saddens. "I... Don't think he has much time left".

Your heart starts beating out of your chest.

Fives, even gravely injured, lets out a wet laugh and jokes about it.

"I always thought you were a tad dramatic, sir".

Echo snaps at him, still squeezing his hand. You understand the sentiment. Now is not the time.

"Shut the fuck up, Fives".

You know he's scared. Everyone is scared. Echo, Ashoka, Fives, Rex... Even yourself. You've never felt this scared.

"B-bring him down" you whisper, then clear your voice and repeat yourself. "Maybe I can do something to help him".

"What can you do to help him?" Echo laughs, the kind of maniac sounding laugh that comes from a place of pure panic and terror from losing a loved one. "You're what, going to sing a song and magically cure him?"

It would be surprising to know that yes, that's...

"Something like that, yeah" you whisper, lost in your own feelings and thoughts.

You feel some of the other sirens splashing and moving their tails underwater hesitantly, wary. Nervously.

"Sister..." the voice of your friend Kid calls you from somewhere at your back.

You glance back at him. You know what he's going to tell you. You take a deep breath.

"I want to do it" you answer him, and everyone else.

They stay in silence, acepting your decission. It's a sacred thing for your species; for all sirens. The air feels heavy with understanding and expectations.

"Bring him down" you ask again, in the quietness of the night, and Rex gently squeezes Echo's shoulder before putting his faith on you and carefully laying Fives down in the last life-boat.

His brothers slowly lower it down til it softly contacts with the surface of the water and the small boat floats peacefully with the small waves. Two sirens quickly move to take a carefull hold of it so it doesn't drift away.

Fives turns his head to the side to look at you; hovering besides the boat with your claws lightly grassping the wood at the sides of it, head peaking over the water just enough to be able to look at him.

"Hey there, gorgeous" he smiles, and such brightness sends another painful dart to your heart. "Here to give me a goodbye kiss?"

Your own smile is wet with tears. It makes you let out a wet chuckle too. You haven't cried in... So many years.

"You should have thought of this strategy before" you decide to indulge him in his joke.

You know he's scared even if he doesn't want it to show. It males your decision easier; to know he's such a good person he doesn't want to make this more difficult for the people that woud be forced to watch him go.

Even though you feel almost eager for it, the need crawling up your throat, you're still afraid yourself. You've only got one chance for this. What if... It doesn't work?

You feel Kid's hand gently dropping on your shoulder, giving you the strength you need for this. You nod to yourself. The rest of the sirens form a circle around you; as tradition tells. They'll make sure nothing interrupts this sacred moment between you and Fives. Your hands tremble as you carefully place them on top of Fives' stomach wound. He makes a whimpered sound of pain and trembles, scared confused eyes quickly searching yours.

You look at him, soft.

"Trust me" you whisper. "And don't stop looking at me".

Fives doesn't understand what's happening, what's going to happen, but relaxes and nods. He can feel the exhaustion creeping in on him, the tempting feeling to close his eyes and surrender to the darkness. He focuses on you with the last of his strength.

You stop holding yourself back and let your voice sing your Song. You have never practiced it before; it's something that simply can't be, as it's not written before the moment arrives without announcement. It's instinctual, as simple and easy as breathing, and yet sounds so magical to all of those who hear it.

The first notes echoes in the silence of the night. It starts very quiet, almost a hum between your pressed lips, that slowly and unhurriesly turns into a whisper full of longing and melancholy. Fives is a human and you're a siren. It's not going to be easy. You have a feeling he won't care.

The Song fills with some softer, happier notes; lively and changing, more rythmical than the soft melody from before. A tiny smile makes it over to your face.

Fives is still looking at you. He wouldn't have been able to tear his eyes from you even if he tried. You're raw magic; raw beauty. And the sounds leaving your lips... He had never listened to anything so breathtaking in his life. He's hooked up in you.

Your gaze turns soft. You see his wound closing and healing by its self with just the corner of your eyes; and a warming relief spreads through your body, along with something sweet and gentle, painfully raw, longing and understanding. It's love.

The Song reflects those feelings; growing quieter as you keep staring into Fives' soul. You feel the notes slowing, your mind and heart finally wrapping around your feelings, accepting them, making them part of your own; and a last hum leaves your lips before the night is silent again, only interrupted by Fives' heavy breathing. Even if the Song is finished, he keeps looking at you like there's nothing else.

"That was beautiful" he whispers, dizziness still numbing his body and mind even if he's completely healed, now. He'll take some time to adjust. "Thank you".

You smile softly.

This is not your ending, Fives. But you need to...

The sailor squeezes his eyes shut. A painful headache stars at the side of his temple. He can barely concentrate in his surroundings now.

"Rest, Fives" you tell him, and he finally falls into unconsciousness almost instantly.

You glance up, noticing the wowed stares of the crew of the 79'.

"What was that?" Ashoka whispers in wonder.

You make Captain Rex a sign to let him now they can pull the small boat back up. You smile at the girl.

"My Song" you answer, misteriously. You glance at Echo, anxiously curved forward as if in a try to reach Fives quicker. You try to soothe his worries before dipping under the waves. "He'll be okay, just needs some hours of rest. I'll come back tomorrow".

With that, you nod to your pod and you slowly swim away. Your soul tries to tug you back towards him, but you comfort yourself thinking you'll be back to talk with him after some very much needed rest.

Patience.

You feel like a baby Siren again.

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"Care to explain to me what kind of voodo magic you did to me to turn me from a corpse to my handsome self again?" is what Fives first chirps at you upon seing you arrive the next morning, him waiting patiently for you in the small boat again, this time a bit further away from the 79's.

You smirk and place your folded arms over the border of the boat, resting your right cheek on top of them.

"I already told Ashoka" you answer playfully. "It's my Song".

Fives snorts and carefully pushes himself closer to you. You track the movement, distracted.

"Yeah, your song" he repeats, squinting and tilting his head in questioning. "Echo told me the other Sirens acted as if we were getting married or something".

You laugh freely, Fives smiling unconsciously.

"Well, singing your song to another holds pretty much the same meaning for my people. Your circumstances pushed me to do it way earlier than I would have prefered but... It's okay. You're okay".

Fives eyes turn soft.

"I know you love being all sexy and misterious. But tell me what has really happened, please?" His voice is also gentle and full of warmth.

He should know.

"All Sirens have a special personal Song. It's something instinctual that can't be repeated or prepared; born of raw feelings, desires and needs. It's different to other songs we sing. We don't use our normal vocal cords for this; it comes from somewhere within, deep in your soul. Sirens believe our kind are made of magic and music combined into one, and protected by a physical body shape; that of a predator so it can defend the pureness it holds. This Song... Can only be sung once, to just one other being, and it will create a special bond no-one but the two of them would be able to break. From that day on, this two beings will always be linked to each other, perhaps even able to feel or hear the other; and the Siren won't be able to sing in this kind of way to anyone else, ever again".

You grow quiet; waiting, patient. Expectant. Fives barely blinks.

You're not afraid to him not corresponding your feelings now. If it were that way, your Song wouldn't have worked the night before. A Song can't be an impossed thing; it must be accepted by the other's soul. Fives has subsconciously done that already; if his present mind needs more time to process it, nevertheless, you're willing to give him that.

Fives finally takes a deep breath in, noding in quiet understanding, before showing you his own signature smirk and closing the distances between your faces so that your nose is barely grazing his.

"Well. I think I'm definitively finally winning a kiss" he tempts you, eyes shining with mirth.

Your small laugh is pure unadulterated happiness. With your soul almost vibrating inside your chest, you cup his strong jaw and close the insignificant distance between you.

You kiss him –passionately, then gently– and Fives smiles against your lips.

THE END.

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I'm sorry this took me ages to write! I got a bit blocked on how I was going to put Fives in danger and I also started with my finals.

I'm aware there are some errors in this but I prioriticed publishing it as soon as possible over having a second read to correct them. Sorry!

I hope you've liked it, dear. Second Mermay fic done, go check Tech's first one on my profile! (It's on: sw masterlist> 2 part of requests > Blue dreams).

Got requests closed cause finals and already a few of them in the line. I'll prob reopen in a month. If you want to you can still send them, just notice I'm not gonna be able to write it anytime soon.

Lots of things to come, stay tunned!

Xx,

Sky.

Back to masterlist here:

[dullgecko]

Riz has a “den” in all of the bad kids houses. Goblin dens are usually caves so it’s usually the darkest and most ridden spots. There his little hiddy holes for when his social battery is drained.

In Mordred Manor he has 2, one in Adaine’s bedroom (Sometimes Adaine and him go under there to study) Also one in one of the hidden rooms. Jawbone gave him a little do not disturb sign for it.

Under Fabian’s bed in Seacasted manor, Fabian’s tried to get him to make one anywhere else because he has so many spare rooms, but Riz always moves his stuff back.

The Thistlesprings house isn’t one of the main hangout spots, but Riz himself fits nicely there. There aren’t that many little nooks and crannies that don’t have some kind of trinkets. But he somehow made a den underneath a tarp (Wilma and Digby didn’t have a heart to move it.)

(Back when they lived in the Stronghold Luxury Apartments he also had one in both Gilear and Jawbone’s apartments)

Adaine isn't sure when Riz made the little den in her room because it was in a spot she would never have looked. He apparently found it when he went looking for something in her room and noticed a wallpapered over door in the wall beside her bed (high investigation strikes gold again, because he'd had to crawl under the bed to even access it). It was just an unused storage space, but the door was tiny (any of the other kids would have to crawl to get through) and his head brushed the ceiling when he stood so it was perfect. It even had a little light in there he could use if he wanted to read.

He'd stolen one of the guest blankets and pillows from the linnen cupboard downstairs to make it comfy and tended to sneak inside whenever they had a sleepover and he wanted to work without waking anyone up.

The other kids only found it when one of them woke up and noticed Riz was gone. The only problem was his crystal, briefcase and weapons were all still in the room where they'd been left before they all bedded down to sleep. Fabian had tried calling him when he didnt come back straight away and had followed the sound of the ringtone to Riz's crystal lying suspiciously in the middle of the floor in Adaines room having fallen out of his pocket unnoticed. The rest of his party had promptly paniced thinking something had happened to him and had spent two hours searching the manor top to bottom before realising they could probably cast locate object on something he was wearing.

They found him totally passed out asleep once they finally located the hidden door, glasses nearly falling off the top of his head with his notebook covering his face. The floor of the tiny room absoloutly littered with paperwork for his rogue classes he'd been working on before zonking out.

The second little room he discovered was downstairs, where they usually hung out during the day time. He'd clamber in there to do his work for the Lower Planar Reconaisance Taskforce because most of that was extremely classified. The little sign Jawbone gave him was mostly to make it easier to locate the door again (since when it was shut it was almost impossible to see the seam of the doorframe) but it served the duel purpose of making sure people stayed away while he was busy.

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The one in Fabians house was made when, during a party, he found himself getting so overstimulated from all the people and noise that it was giving him a pounding headache and making him snap at everything. He didnt want to jepordise Kristens whole campaign by putting a dent in his party's popularity, so he'd disappeared at some point to go find somewhere to calm down right around the point where his vision started getting spots.

The fighters room was usually locked so no one could get in there during a house party but Riz had simply used his claws to pick the door open. He'd pulled the covers off Fabians bed and clambered underneath where it was cramped and quiet and stuffed himself into the far corner against the wall. It was comfy down there and quiet and dark (and also smelled nice because of the stolen blankets) so he'd stayed there for hours while he waited for the migraine to go away.

He was discovered when Fabian tried to go to bed that night and found his sheets conspiciously missing with no other signs of intrusion. Now its the first place he looks whenever Riz disappears when at the manor. (He offered to set aside a different room for if Riz needed to get away for a bit but the goblin insisted this worked better)

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Gorgug has to be careful when sitting at his workbench or his legs will cause the tarp set up underneath to push inwards. If Riz is hanging out with the half-orc at his house its often to help him with his artificer homework, so at some point Riz had set himself up down there and they didnt have the heart to dismantle the little cave.

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Behind couches is almost always the best spot to hide when you're only three feet tall. Especially if its couches belonging to people twice your size, in an appartment that was probably just a little too small for anyone. Lots of great unused real estate back there, perfect for goblins.

[nueangel]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝓃𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓂𝒾 𝓀𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑜 — ( cw fluff n slightly suggestive )

nanami kento is a grateful man.

he’s grateful for the privileges he has. he’s grateful for the fact he gets to wake up every single day. he’s grateful for the job he does and along with that, he’s grateful for the students he gets to teach. but god —

he’s most grateful for you.

waking up next to you in your little house that you’ve rented in sicily and seeing that beautiful face every single moment of every single day is what he’s so, so grateful for.

and god the sight of you now — a pretty and short linnen dress on your beautiful body, an adorable little basket in your arms with gorgeous plums, figs and lemons in them. your hair is in its natural state and god — the way the sun is shining down on you knocks all the air out of his lungs.

you’re rivalling aphrodite’s beauty.

“gosh, kento, these are going to be so good!” you yell at him as he watches you from a little distance, leaning against the doorframe of the house.

he smiles softly, thinking to himself how grateful he is for this sight, pushing himself off the frame and walking towards you.

a soft breeze goes past him, ruffling the half-open linnen blouse he’s wearing and exposing almost his entire chest — you can’t help but lick your lips at the sight of the stunning man walking towards you.

and thank god that he’s yours.

“yeah? wanna try something you picked, gorgeous?”

he stands before you, watching you with such care and attention as you nod with a beautiful smile curled into your lips.

you watch him grab a fig, his big and rough (though very delicate with you and just rough from time to time) hands peeling it open. juices drip down his fingers, a transparant pink colouring his hands as it starts dripping on the grass.

he looks up to you and laughs — your eyes big and pupils dilated — and the second you hear his laugh you look up at him, a coy smile on your face as you giggle.

“whoops?”

he shakes his head, the corners of his lips curled up as a moment later he has a piece of a fig ready to be eaten by you. he wipes his hands clean as good as he can as you put down the little basket. you curl your arms around his neck, pushing your body against him — out of reflex he immediately distances his hand that’s holding the fig from you, not wanting to leave a stain on your dress.

“feed it to me.”

he let out a quiet exhalation of amusement, moving his hand closer to your mouth and letting you have a taste — though the second you have a bite you let out a soft, deep moan that causes him to almost — almost lose all inhibitions. your eyes are closed, lips covered in juices, chest pressed against him and he holds his breath —

your lips just briefly touched his finger, but that already did it for him.

this was the time he realized that slowing down a racing heart beat did not come easy.

“oh my god — kento this is so good!”

you open your eyes and see him staring at you, smiling as he watches you enjoy it.

“bet it is.”

you smile, swallowing — and the second he sees your tongue reaching out to lick your lips, he leans down and presses his lips against yours. your brows immediately furrow as you feel his tongue run across your lips, a sweet little moan escaping you. his arms curl around your waist just a little tighter, the tiny dress riding up and god — nanami is doing everything in his power to not push you up against the tree and make you feel everything you make him feel.

he pulls away and licks his own lips, looking down at your plump and wet ones, chest moving up and down as you almost started running out of breath. this sight of you has his insides feeling frantic — and that’s when he decided how to gratefully spend this day.

“yeah, does taste really good.”

[irish-dress-history]

Patterning a 16th c. Irish léine sleeve

Mid-16th c. images of the léine from "Drawn after the Quick" and Codice de Trajes

The léine of 16th century Ireland had huge, iconic sleeves. Sadly, we have neither surviving examples of this garment, nor detailed period documentation, so we don't know how these sleeves were made. I have seen a couple different sewing patterns purposed, but none of these match the voluminous, gathered sleeves shown in the Codice de Trajes and the costume album of Christoph von Sternsee. This is my attempt to create a sleeve pattern that better matches the surviving evidence.

The cut of léine sleeves probably varied across 16th c. Ireland, potentially impacted by factors like a person's wealth or where in Ireland they lived. It almost certainly changed over time as more of Ireland fell to English colonial conquest. The wearing of the large-sleeved léine was banned by King Henry VIII (McClintock 1943). Lucas de Heere’s circa 1575 illustrations show women with much smaller sleeves than earlier images. However, at least during the early part of the century, sleeves did not vary by gender. According to Laurent Vital, the only difference between a man's léine and a woman's léine was that the woman's had gores in the bottom it make it fuller (Vital 1518).

My goal with this project is to create a léine sleeve pattern for an early to mid-16th c. Irish person living outside of the Pale. Since none of the period images or texts are very detailed, I am combining information from several sources.

Englishman Edmund Campion who visited Ireland in 1569 gave the following derisive description of the léine: “Linnen shirts the rich doe weare for wantonnes and bravery, with wide hanging sleeves playted, thirtie yards are little enough for one of them” (Campion 1571).

Campion’s claim that the sleeves were pleated initially struck me as strange. English and continental European shirts from this period frequently had gathered sleeves (Mikhaila and Malcolm-Davies 2006, Arnold, Tiramani and Levey 2008), but pleating isn’t the same thing as gathering. However, other period writers made similar claims. Writing in 1596, Edmund Spenser mentioned "thicke foulded lynnen shirtes” as a garment worn by the Irish (Spencer 1633).

Similarly, Fynes Moryson described the léine as being made of “thirty or forty ells [of linen] in a shirt all gathered and wrinkled,” elsewhere he described it as “folded in wrinckles” (Moryson 1617).

In The Image of Irelande, John Derricke gave the following description of the léine:

Their shirtes be verie straunge,/ not reachyng paste the thie:/ With pleates on pleates thei pleated are,/ as thicke as pleates maie lye./ Whose sleves hang trailing doune/ almoste unto the Shoe (Derricke 1581)

Assuming that Derricke’s description is not just poetic license, I know of one 16th century construction method that matches the description “pleats on pleats [. . .] as thick as pleats may lie,” and that is cartridge pleating. Cartridge pleating is a technique that is more commonly used on thick fabrics like woolens, because a lot of fabric bulk is needed to keep the pleats standing properly, but extant 16th and early 17th c. neck ruffs use cartridge pleating to join massive lengths of fine linen to a neck band (Arnold, Tiramani and Levey 2008).

Cartridge pleating on a thick woolen fabric

A person unfamiliar with sewing methods and terms might well describe cartridge pleating as looking like folds, gathers, or wrinkles.

The léine sleeve patterns commonly used in modern reconstructions are completely flat, like a Japanese kimono sleeve with rounded corners. (There’s also a version which has a drawstring or gathering running along the top of the sleeve. This is a 20th c. Ren Fair invention which has no historical basis.)

The end-on views of the sleeve openings in the recently-discovered images from Codice de Trajes and the costume album of Christoph von Sternsee clearly show that this is not correct. The rounded shape they show for the sleeve end can only be achieved through gathering.

Archer from the von Sternsee costume album and the O’Brien messenger from The Image of Irelande

The best illustration of a léine in The Image of Irelande, the messenger on plate 7, also provides evidence for a gathered sleeve. The way the fabric drapes in the middle of the sleeve suggests that the sleeve is gathered at both ends. Furthermore, the way the mass of a léine sleeve centers under the wearer’s arm when the wearer holds their arm out straight, like the O’Brien messenger, but hangs down like a trumpet when the wearer lowers their arm, like on von Sternsee’s archer also suggests that the sleeve is a symmetrical shape that is gathered at both ends and not a trumpet shape that is only gathered at the wrist end.

With these elements in mind, I went looking for a pattern which would create the correct shape. I used Jean Hunnisett's 15th c. bagpipe sleeve pattern from Period Costume for Stage and Screen and the sleeve pattern from this 1630s English waistcoat (published in Seventeenth-Century Women’s Dress Patterns) as a starting point.

1630s waistcoat sleeve pattern

I replaced the curved sleeve heads in these patterns with the straight sleeve end and square underarm gusset typical of mid-16th-18th c. shirts, since the léine, like the shirt, is an unfitted linen garment, and because the straight edge is much easier to gather all the way around. I don't have any actual evidence for square gussets in 16th c. Ireland, but this pattern definitely needs an ungathered piece at the underarm. Anyone who is bothered by the lack of evidence can use a triangular gusset like the one on the 15th c. Moy gown instead.

After that, I experimented with mock-ups until I figured out how to get the correct proportions. I don't have any training in patterning or draping, so this took several tries. I used my 1/3 scale ball-jointed doll (24 inches tall) as model, because he required a lot less fabric and sewing. Since this was just a mock-up, I used random linen remnants from my stash, and I didn't bother to finish most of the edges.

Here is the final sleeve with the seams sewn together, but before doing the gathering:

This sleeve, on his right arm, is based on the gathered-wrist cuff version of the léine from Codice de Trajes, the von Sternsee album, and The Image of Irelande.

This sleeve ended up with me having to gather 31 inches of fabric into a 5-inch armscye. So yeah, cartridge pleating became necessary, because there is no way to make that kind of reduction work with regular gathering. I also had to do some smocking to get the giant mass of fabric better controlled before I could attach it to the body of the léine.

While this pattern might seem absurd, (it does call for a sleeve end wider than the wear is tall to be pleated into the armscye,) a close examination of John Michael Wright's 1680 portrait of Sir Neil O'Neill shows remarkably similar sleeves.

While this painting is from a century later than my target time period and the clothing clearly shows changes like the addition of English-style shirt sleeve ruffles, the shirt still has elements which I have seen no where else in late 17th c. fashion that are probably derived from earlier Irish dress.

The doublet worn over top prevents it from hanging down properly, but this shirt sleeve has the same bagpipe shape as the 16th c. léine. I have highlighted it in magenta to make this easier to see. The fine, regular folds near the top of the sleeve (highlighted in yellow) are probably the result of smocking or cartridge pleating, indicating that this sleeve, like my purposed pattern, has a large amount of fabric gathered or pleated to the armscye. The wrist end of the sleeve has 3 rows of smocking stitches sewn with silk thread, which shows that the sleeve cuff has a huge amount of fabric gathered into it.

Historically, silk was the thread of choice for smocking, because it is smoother and has greater tensile strength than wool, linen, or cotton. Several 16th c. sources note that the Irish used silk thread when making their léinte (Gresh 2021). Laurent Vital described Irish women as wearing, "chemises with wide sleeves, worked around the collar and in the seams with silk needlework of different colours" (1518). The presence of smocking on O'Neill's shirt combined with my experience trying to recreate this sleeve makes me think that at least some of that 16th c. silk needlework was smocking.

For the left sleeve of my mock-up, I tried to recreate the flatter sleeves from "Drawn After the Quicke". These sleeves do not have a gathered wristband.

This sleeve used basically the same pattern, but the lack of gathering at the wrist opening meant that the whole sleeve was slightly smaller, so I only had to pleat 26 in of fabric into the armscye instead of 31 in. This was just enough of a difference that I could set the sleeve without smocking it first, unlike the right sleeve. I guess this is the more budget-friendly option for your less wealthy kern.

I also made the curve at the bottom of the sleeve wider to give this one a more square shape.

Some of my failed experiments:

I would like to thank my friend Nikki for loaning me her smocking machine. This project would have been a much bigger pain if I had to do all those gathering stitches by hand.

Since this post has gotten rather long, I am putting the actual drafting instruction for this sleeve pattern in a separate post.

If anyone would like to support my work financially, I now have a ko-fi page.

Bibliography:

Arnold, Janet, Tiramani, J., & Levey, S. (2008). Patterns of Fashion 4. Macmillan, London.

Campion, Edmund. (1571). A Historie of Ireland, Written in the Yeare 1571. Dublin. https://archive.org/details/historieofirelan00campuoft/historieofirelan00campuoft/page/n5/mode/2up

Derricke, John. (1581). The Image of Irelande, with the discoverie of a Woodkarne. John Daie, London. https://archive.org/details/imageofirelandew00derr/page/n29/mode/2up?view=theater

Hunnisett, Jean. (1996). Period Costume for Stage & Screen: Patterns for Women's Dress, Medieval-1500. Players Press, Inc, Studio City.

Gresh, Robert. (2021). The Saffron Shirt, Part 1: Saffron and Silk, Urine and Grease. Wilde Irish. https://www.wildeirishe.com/post/the-saffron-shirt-part-1-saffron-and-silk-urine-and-grease

McClintock, H. F. (1943). Old Irish and Highland Dress. Dundalgan Press, Dundalk.

McGann, K. (2008). The Invention of Drawstrings and Pleated Sleeves. Reconstructing History. https://reconstructinghistory.com/blogs/irish/the-invention-of-drawstrings-and-pleated-sleeves-1

Mikhaila, Ninya, & Malcolm-Davies, Jane (2006). The Tudor Tailor. Quite Specific Media Group, Ltd, London.

Moryson, Fynes. (1617). An Itinerary Containing His Ten Yeeres Travell through the Twelve Dominions of Germany, Bohmerland, Sweitzerland, Netherland, Denmarke, Poland, Italy, Turky, France, England, Scotland & Ireland. volume 4. https://ia801307.us.archive.org/16/items/fynesmorysons04moryuoft/fynesmorysons04moryuoft.pdf

North, Susan and Jenny Tiramani, eds. (2011). Seventeenth-Century Women’s Dress Patterns, vol.1, V&A Publishing, London.

Spencer, Edmund. (1633). A View of the present State of Ireland. https://celt.ucc.ie/published/E500000-001/index.html

Vital, Laurent (1518). Archduke Ferdinand's visit to Kinsale in Ireland, an extract from Le Premier Voyage de Charles-Quint en Espagne, de 1517 à 1518. translated by Dorothy Convery. https://irish-dress-history.tumblr.com/post/721163132699131904/laurent-vitals-1518-description-of-ireland

[f1goat]

his teammate + lando norris x part two

In which you find yourself getting closer to your brothers new teammate who's a dick.

lando norris x fem!verstappen (sister) + cursewords + eventually smutty i wrote this before, but i'm rewriting it because i missed somethings. you can comment if you want to be added to a taglist :) thanks for reading!

masterlist x playlist

“He’s here!” Your brother yells at you. You don’t get it. Who’s here? Max and you are standing in a night club in the middle of Bahrein. Before his announcement - which you still don’t get - you spend your time dancing and drinking. Exactly what you were in the mood for. The drinks cause you to feel a bit drunk. Maybe you drank one too many. That thought doesn’t stop you from taking a sip from the sweet drink in your hand. 

You look at Max again. You still have no idea about who he’s talking. Something you do notice is his angry glance. You try to follow his glance to see at who he’s looking. Maybe you can figure it out that way? You don’t see it. It’s way too busy in the club for you to focus on the same person as Max. 

“Who’s here Max?” You ask confused.

“Him!” Max shouts. You notice the angry tone in his voice. This can’t be good. You still have no clue about who’s here, but it’s not a nice thing that that person is here. You look around again. Then you actually notice him. Of course, this is who Max is talking about. Why didn’t you think of him earlier? It’s not like Max doesn’t like a lot of people. At the moment it’s just one person who makes him this annoyed.

Of course is Lando Norris standing closely by Max and you. He’s not close enough to hear you talking, but you notice that he’s staring at you and Max. He noticed as well. That can’t be good. 

“Let’s go outside for a bit Max,” you try to get Max away from Lando, “We don’t have to talk with him. It’s better to ignore him.”

You notice that Lando is actually walking towards Max and you. This can’t be good. He’s almost standing in front of Max and you. You notice that he’s still coming closer with every second. Is he actually walking up to your brother and you right now? Is he an idiot? Max is sending him angry glares, but that doesn’t scare Lando off. He keeps walking closer towards you two. Fuck. 

“Max, come on. Let’s go away from here,” you continue to say to your brother. You grab his arm and try to pull him with you. It’s no use. Max stays standing where he is right now. “This is only bringing trouble,” you tell Max, “let’s go away.” Max still doesn’t budge. 

It takes a few more seconds before Lando is standing in front of Max and you. He has an arrogant smirk plastered on his face. You try to ignore how good he is looking right now. This must be one of the first times to see him without a hoodie or RedBull clothes. He is wearing a white linnen blouse with kaki colored pants. It’s insane how well it fits him. You shake the thoughts about his look off. You need to focus, since you still don’t know what Lando is going to do. 

“Hey princess,” Lando greets you. 

It hits you directly. Lando is here to annoy your brother even more and he’s going to use you for that. What a dick. You’re glad you already told Max about your earlier encounter with Lando, otherwise he would be mad already. Not that Max looks calm right now…

“I don’t think we were finished talking,” Lando tells you. 

Max scoffs but stays silent. 

“I think we are. Or are you going to apologize for your behavior?” You reply to Lando. 

“Of course not,” Lando laughs, “I don’t do apologies.” 

You notice the frustrated look on Max his face. It’s getting worse with the minute. Or better said, with every word Lando says. 

“Then I don’t know what we need to talk about,” you reply coldly. 

“You said my dick is small,” Lando states, “and I really can’t forgive you that.”

You let out a sigh. What a nonsense. Max lets out a chuckle, “You said that?” He asks you. You simply nod. Max laughs a bit harder this time. You’re glad he seems a bit more relaxed.

“That seems like your problem Lando,” you eventually say to Lando. 

“I don’t want you spreading lies,” Lando states as serious as he can manage. He knows he’s saying complete bullshit right now, but who can blame him? He wanted to talk to you and didn’t know any better subject. 

“As if I’m going to talk about you,” you sneer.

“We both know you’re gonna do that,” Lando replies casually. 

“In your dreams,” you state annoyed.

“Wouldn’t you like that princess, me dreaming about you?” 

Lando is pushing his limits. You notice how Max is getting more annoyed. Of course, you’re getting more annoyed also. Lando is annoying you for a big time. You wonder what to do. 

“Maybe you dream about that,” you reply coldly, then you turn to Max. “Let’s go Max,” you tell him again. Max is finally ready to walk away with you from Lando. You already turn your back to Lando to walk away from him. If you were a few seconds earlier, you wouldn’t have heard his last comment. Then Max would have been already too far away from Lando. But you are not that lucky.

“I dream about you finding out how big it actually is.”

That is all it takes to make Max angry enough to do something with it. He turns back towards Lando and almost storms at him. You see how he is already balling his fists. Your brother lunches himself at Lando. He throws a punch at him. You see how he hits Lando right on his nose. Fuck, that’s going to look ugly. Lando is quick to reply to your brothers actions. He pushes Max of himself and starts to ball his fists as well. 

Maybe it’s the alcohol that causes you to react this slowly. You should do something. 

In the mean time Max and Lando are already all over each other. You see how multiple punches are being thrown at each other. Lando’s nose is actually bleeding. 

You try to grab Max his arm. Max is quick to loosen himself from your grip. “Max!” You scream, “Stop!” Max doesn’t even respond to you. You look at Lando. Fuck this is so bad. Lando his face is covered in his own blood. If anyone finds out about this, there will be so much trouble. Max throws his arm back, waiting for an opportunity to punch Lando again. He doesn’t even notice that he softly hits you while doing so. You don’t know how it happened, but Lando is suddenly laying on the floor.

“You’re hurting her!” Lando yells at your brother, “You need to watch out idiot.” 

Max is quick to turn himself away from Lando to look at you. He sends you an apologetic look. You show him a small smile, while telling him that you’re fine. Lando uses this opportunity to stand up again. After that he pushes your brother again. 

You’re still screaming at the both of them to stop. This is taking too long. Where’s the security of this club? You look around yourself and almost smile when you notice the security team coming closer towards your brother and Lando. They are quick to get Max and Lando away from each other. You notice the weird way Lando reacts to them. It almost seems like he’s getting more angrier at them right now. He’s still pushing everyone around. Max is doing the opposite. He seems to have calmed down and is explaining himself towards the security. It doesn’t take Max long to return to you. In the mean time you watch how Lando is being taken away by the security team. It’s hard to miss that he’s still screaming at them and trying to break himself free. 

Max takes you outside with him. He needs some fresh air and you can use some too after everything that just happened. You’re still confused by it. It happened fast and you can barely comprehend what just happened. When you look at your brother, your glad that he seems physically okay. You know that Lando is a different case, but that’s not your problem. Right? 

“What are they going to do with him?” You ask Max.

“I don’t really know,” Max answers, “Normally they would throw him out the club, but I guess he’s in a bit more trouble because he tried to fight them. But that’s not our problem.”

You let out a sigh. “I think it is Max,” you tell him, “if Christian finds out you two will be in so much trouble. And if the media finds out, it’s even worse.” 

“Fuck,” Max curses, “What do we do now?”

You let out another annoyed sigh. It’s always a ‘we’ problem with Max. You didn’t fight but it seems like this is your problem as well now. 

“We need to get him away from there,” you state, “before they call the police or he makes it worse.”

“How?” Max asks you. 

You shrug. As if you have an idea right now. This is a big drama and you have no idea how to fix things. You keep thinking for a bit. There must be a way to get Lando away from there, right? 

“Fuck, your dress has a red stain,” Max tells you. You look at your white dress. The most innocent color that has been ruined by a blood stain. Probably one from Lando even. Ugh. The innocent white color makes you think of something. You don’t like the idea, but you have no other option. This is going to be another disaster. 

“I’m going to talk to security,” you tell Max, “Stay here.” 

Max simply nods. You realize he’s probably glad that you’re going to talk with security instead of him. Now that you think about it, it’s time for Max to fix things like this himself. 

+++

“I’m so sorry about all this drama,” you say while looking as sad and innocent as you can manage. You’re standing in a small office that’s filled with three members of the security team and with Lando. It didn’t took you long to get in here, the problem is probably to get out together with Lando. You notice the angry looks Lando is sending you right now. Doesn’t he notice that you’re doing this for him? You can only think of one person who would be this ungrateful and he’s doing exactly what you would think he would. Fucking Lando. 

“This was your fault?” One of the security guards asks you confused, “You weren’t the one fighting and certainly not the one who tried to fight us.” 

“I know,” you say, “but I’m so sorry about everything that happened. This is all because of me.” You make sure to blink a few times more than usual. You wipe away a fake tear under your eye, while still making eye contact with the guard in front of you. 

“Explain it to us?” The guard asks you. 

You nod slowly. This is where the most awful part of your plan comes in. You don’t want to say this, but you don’t see another solution. Lando is still giving you angry looks. This time you hold eye contact with him. You don’t dare to look at the guards while lying like this, you’re too afraid they will catch your lie by your nervous looks.

“Lando is my boyfriend,” you explain. Lando his angry look is quick to change into a confused one. You try to make him clear that he needs to play along, but that’s hard to do without words. Still, he stops looking this confused. “And the guy he was fighting with, that’s my brother,” you continue to explain. 

“They don’t like each other,” you continue, “and that’s why we kept our relationship a secret. It pained me so much, but we thought it was better. Tonight my brother accidentally found out…” You fake sob for a bit before talking further. “He was so mad. There were some nasty words between the three of us. My brother called Lando a player and then Lando told my brother he loved me.” You try to think of all kind of sad situations. It doesn’t take you long to get some tears rolling over your cheeks. You wipe a few of them away before continuing with your fake story. 

Lando can’t believe what’s happening in the mean time. He wants to say that it annoys him that you’re standing him to free him right now, but he can’t. He loves every second of it. The story you made up and the fake tears you’re using to manipulate the security team. Lando actually loves it. He didn’t expect you to have a side like this. Although, when he remembers how much danger you’re bring to yourself right now he can’t say he likes it. It’s obvious to him how you got in here and why you’re still talking with the guards. They don’t care about your sob story. They care about the pretty girl in the short dress who’s standing in front of them. 

“My brother got even more angry when Lando said that.. That’s were everything went wrong. I’m so sorry,” you finish your story. 

“You’re really in a relationship with him?”

Lando doesn’t like the tone of the security guard who asks you that. Would it be that unbelievable for you to be in a relationship with him? It’s not like he’s too ugly for you. Of course, maybe isn’t he your exact level but with a girl as beautiful as you that seems impossible.

“Yes,” you reply confident, “Almost a year now.”

“I pity you,” the security guard replies, “I can’t imagine how an innocent girl like you would get with someone like him.”

“Oh fuck off,” Lando scoffs, “You don’t even know me.”

“Shut it, we’re talking with her and not with you.”

Lando wants to reply again. He wants to tell them that he knows exactly how dirty their thoughts are right now. But when he sees your annoyed stare at him, he drops it. You’re trying to get him away from here and him starting another fight with that security team isn’t going to help. 

“I’m so sorry about everything,” you fake sob again, “I just wanted a nice night out and now everything is so shitty.” 

“We already called the cops,” the guard states. 

Fuck. There goes your plan. You let out a sigh. What can you do now? You keep thinking about all kind of sad things to make sure there are still tears rolling over your cheeks. 

“I get it,” you fake sob, “Do you think I can pick him up there later?” 

“I think that will be tomorrow.”

“Fuck,” you murmur, “My.. my brother just told me I can’t stay with him anymore..” You make sure to stutter a bit with your words and throw in enough fake sobs. “I don’t have anywhere to sleep.”

The guards look at you with a pitiful look. Then the leader of them walks closer to you. He puts his hand on your shoulder and caresses it. You shiver from the awful feeling. You look at Lando, who’s looking angrily back at you. He knew this would happen. You move yourself around, losing the hand of the guard in the mean time. 

“You know what,” the guard starts, “if you believe me to take him far away from this club I’ll let it slide for this time.” 

“Yes!” Your happiness isn’t even fake anymore. You’re just glad your plan worked. “I promise, we will leave directly.” 

Lando is quick to stand up now that he’s allowed. He slowly walks towards you. Suddenly you start to feel a bit nervous. He didn’t look to happy with you for intervening like this. How will he react? You just hope he can save it from when you’re away from this club. Then Lando stands next to you and makes a sudden move you didn’t expect. He presses a kiss against your forehead and slides his hand into yours.

“Thanks princess,” he says. Then he starts to walk outside with you while still holding your hand. When the both of you are outside of the club, Lando is quick to drop your hand again. 

“Don’t do that ever again,” Lando tells you mad.

“You’re welcome Lando,” you reply with an annoyed tone.

“You don’t even know what you just did! Do you know how lucky you should be that we’re standing here? What if those guards wanted to do something else with you?” Lando rants. 

“Something else?” You ask him confused.

“Oh come on Y/N, you’re not stupid. You used your innocence to get me out of there, but those guards had only interest in your body,” Lando sneers angry. 

“It went fine like this,” you state. Although you know Lando has a small point. 

“Don’t do it ever again,” Lando commands you again, “and please don’t go back inside.”

“This wasn’t for you,” you reply frustrated, “I did this for the team.”

“You’re so fucking stupid,” Lando reacts.

“What did you want then? That Christian would be called to bail you out?”

“So fucking stupid.”

“A thank you would be nice you know,” you bite back.

“I don’t do thank you’s,” Lando states.

“Of course Lando, how could I forget that you don’t have any manners,” you sigh, “Whatever. I will see you later.”

With those words you walk away from Lando. You’re quick to find Max again, who already called a taxi. You’re glad to go home. This night only made your night worse.

+++

unknown number: thank u.

Y/N: who’s this?

unknown number: don’t save this number. 

unknown number: I just wanted to say thanks.

Y/N: Lando?

Lando: yes.

Y/N: I still just did it for the team

Lando: I know, but you saved me a lot of trouble. Thanks again

Y/N: you already thanked me three times

Y/N: that seems a bit much for someone who doesn’t does thank you’s

Lando: goodnight

Y/N: how did you get my number btw?

Lando: goodnight princess

Y/N: Lando??? 

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part three

[shinestarhwaa]

NEW ROMANTICS || PARK SEONGHWA PT.2

Pt1 | Pt2 | Pt3

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Pairing: Seonghwa x Fem Reader

Word Count: 2.7K

Tags/warnings: Strangers to lovers AU, Readers name is Julie, Trauma concerning parents/fights/abandonment/alcohol, anxiety, starting a new life, lack of self-love, making out, seonghwa has a massive thing for her boobs, fingering, squirting, dirty talk, blowjob, throatfucking, family death

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @mjyungi @bratty-tingz @sugarnspice630 @stardragongalaxy @bro-atz @wisejudgedragonhairdo @mingisg00dgirl @wh0re4yunsangho @vesvosmozhno

ENJOY!

Lola was right, it was time to give it a try again. Maybe he would be your romeo, so what did you have to lose? You found yourself standing in front of his house, hesistant to ring the doorbell. You sighed deeply but then finally rang it.

Seonghwa opened the door and smiled widely, dressed in a linnen shirt and classy slacks he looked like a perfect summer snack. He had asked you to come to his place for pasta and wine and you were happy to agree. There was still no literal confirmation but Priya had assured you that these meetings were all very date-like. ''Hi, beautiful,'' he smiled as he welcomed you into his house. You smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek. ''Hey Romeo,'' you said without thinking. He laughed loudly, ''Romeo? I kinda like that. Because you're Juliette.'' ''That's kinda stating the obvious, but yes,'' you laughed, ''Lola came up with that, my sister.'' He nodded, ''Yeah, I remember her name.''

Soon enough you were seated at the dining table eating delicious pasta that Seonghwa made himself. He seemed to be an amazing chef which works in your favor because you sure as hell sucked at it.

Somehow you landed on the topics of relationships and it did not take long before you got to the topic of your ex being in bed with your best friend. ''So, that is how I ended up with severe... trust issues when it comes to relationships. But I'm getting help, I'm talking about it,'' you sighed. Seonghwa listened intently as he drank his wine. ''What a jerk... I don't understand how people can hurt the ones they love so much...'' ''Right,'' you nodded.

''So,'' you spoke to shift the conversation, ''How's the dating scene here? There are a lot of young people, you must've had quite a few girlfriends.'' Seonghwa shook his head, to your surprise. ''No,'' he stated after swallowing his pasta, ''Well, the dating scene is very wild indeed around here, but I've never had a girlfriend before.'' Even though you were the one asking, his confession felt sudden.

''Really?'' You asked. ''Truly. It's on me, though, I'm the problem.'' You frowned. ''How come? You're so kind and you've got beauty to die for... What is the problem?'' You ask, taking the glass of wine in your hand and drinking from it. ''I struggle with self-love so... I self-sabotage before I can even really give myself to the person I'm dating. So I always cut it off early... I don't think I deserve love so I won't let myself have it.''

It was silent for a moment, and then Seonghwa realized what he just said. Panic showed in his eyes and he nearly suffocated in the wine he just sipped. ''No. No, wait, I'm trying to break the curse I put upon myself. I do not want to cut this off. That's not what I am planning on doing. Fuck,'' he cursed. ''It's okay... I understand, Seonghwa,'' you said, placing your hand on top of his. Some sort of electricity or spark ran through the two of you and he seemed to feel it too because his eyes softened for you.

You figured not everything is what it seems. Sometimes people seem happy and they seem to not have any issues but that's not true. Everyone has issues of their own, be it with family, friends, the world or themselves. This was a good lesson for you not to judge by someone's happy, bright cover, because this can be a cover-up of the sadness inside the other.

''What's not to love, Seonghwa? You're beautiful, and you're beautiful on the inside as well, you have been really making me feel better... You deserve to feel better too. Everyone deserves love, so you do too.'' Seonghwa struggled to hold in the tears welling up in his eyes. ''I just... Want to fix it. I want to fix myself. I want to be able to look at myself and think I'm worthy of love. That I deserve someone taking care of me.''

''Let me take care of you, then,'' you whispered. You looked into each others' eyes once again and before you knew it he leaned over the table and reached for your face. Cupping your cheek in his hand he passionately kissed you, a silent tear rolling from the outer corner of his eye. Your hands ran through his hair as you deepened the kiss, slowly standing up without breaking it off. You slowly got on the table, sitting on your knees as Seonghwa was still standing before you. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you moaned into his mouth when his hands roamed your ass, squeezing it slightly.

Seonghwa broke off the kiss and kissed your neck before lifting you off the table. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you kissed him again when he pushed you against the wall. He was stronger than you expected, but to be fair he had told you he's trying to work out more often to become stronger. Hard work clearly pays off.

You soon reached his bedroom and your dress was pushed up, his hair was disheveled, hands roaming over each others' bodies as you laid on top of him. Your lips plump and his hands cupping your breasts as you sat on his lap. You whimpered softly when he pulled the top of your dress and your bra down together. He sat up and grazed his lips against the soft skin of your bare breasts. Seonghwa's long tongue escaped his mouth and it swirled around your right nipple. He then slowly and gently bit down on the sensitive nub, making you whine his name and making your pussy throb.

''You are so beautiful, my Julie,'' he whispered. The look of him sucking on your tits right beneath you was astonishing and breathtaking at the same time. ''Seonghwa,'' you moaned, throwing your head back. His hand slipped under the skirt of your dress and into your delicate panties. He rubbed his fingers over your folds, wet and slick with arousal. Two of his fingers slid through your folds and halted when you hissed at the feeling of his fingertips brushing alongside your clit.

Seonghwa circled his fingers on your clit as he kept sucking and licking your breasts. ''Fuckin' goddess,'' he cursed as he heard you moan his name as he picked up the pace. ''Oh God,'' you moaned once more, ''I'm yours, Hwa, please make me yours, wanna feel you tonight, wanna feel you all night, please,'' you begged him, even though you know you wouldn't have to. He would give you whatever you wanted in a heartbeat. ''Of course my love, I got you, I'll make you feel so good and treat you so well, I've got you.''

His two fingers slid into your awaiting hole that sucked them right in. Immediately you clenched around him and he smirked as he kept latching onto your chest. ''Please,'' you moaned. ''What is it, precious?'' he asked as he moved his fingers deeper inside you. They were so long and he just needed the right instructions to hit the right spots hidden inside you.

You lifted the dress over your body and discarded the bra as well, showing your body as you slightly leaned back. ''Move faster, harder,'' you moaned. Seonghwa nodded and obeyed, thrusting his fingers into your cunt at a faster pace. The sounds of your squelching wetness were like fuel to his flame.

''Curl them a little, j-just slightly to- Oh!'' You cried out. Seonghwa listened carefully to your voice and bodylanguage and was quick to pick up on what you want. Even though he never had a real girlfriend he was surely skilled enough on this. Your breathing picked up and your chest heaved up and down as you felt your orgasm come closer. ''Gonna come on my fingers for me, aren't you? Go ahead, Julie, Baby, Come for me, give it to me, my fuckin' angel,'' he cursed underneath his breath.

With a single thrust you felt yourself coming undone, a shock waving through you. Your arousal gushed out of you and leaked all over Seonghwa's hands and lap. Your body shook and shivered as Seonghwa rode you through your orgasm. You slowly calmed down and looked at the mess you made of him, but Seonghwa didn't mind. A big smirk was plastered on his face.

You got off him and gave him the time to undress fully. He was a bit shy about taking his underwear off at first but when you reassured him he'd be fine he pulled it down, showing off his rigid cock. Your mouth watered and you told him to sit on the edge of the bed. You got on your knees in front of him and you parted his legs. You licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, where you swirled your tongue around it, gathering some of the pre-cum that was leaking from it.

You took more into your mouth and started to bob your head up and down, but so teasingly slow that Seonghwa felt he would go insane at any given moment now. ''Please,'' he whined softly, bucking his hips up slightly. You opened your mouth wider for him and you encouraged him to buck his hips up again. Nervously he did so, hitting the back of your throat. When you didn't pull away he did it again and again, until he was fucking your throat, hearing you moaning and choking around his dick. ''H-Holy fuck, Jules... Oh my God,'' he moaned as he got rougher with it. His hands ran through his hair and his head was thrown back, which was truly a sight to behold. Sadly he stopped himself before he could cum.

Seonghwa guided you back onto the bed and laid you down. ''Was that okay?'' he asked inbetween neck-kisses. ''Yes, very much,'' you assured him, before you let him continue. ''Wanna be inside you so bad, Julie,'' he moaned as his cock rutted against your thigh. ''Then put it in, fuck me, Hwa,'' you spoke. Your eyes locked again and you nodded, spreading your legs for him and giving him a perfect view of your soaking cunt. ''Raw? I have condoms though.'' You shook your head and wrapped your hand around his cock to slowly guide it into your hole. You whimpered when he pushed it in, the stretch stinging you.

He slowly rocked into you, slowly pulling out and pushing in again. When he picked up the pace your eyes rolled back and moans spilled out. ''S-Seonghwa, fuck, please, fuck me harder, fuck me harder,'' you cried out. Make me forget, you almost said.

His thrusts never faltered or got weak, they stayed steady until you told him you were getting close. He had embraced you, holding you so tight and he grinded into you so deeply it caused friction on your clit. You felt yourself tense up and then release with a loud moan. Seonghwa was quick to pull out and he came over your pelvis. He panted softly before licking his own cum off your body. ''Hwa,'' you called out softly. He laid next to you and held you close. Your eyes went shut when you laid your head on his chest, taking deep breaths. It had been so long since you gave yourself to someone like this. But he was worth it, wasn't he?

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It's been about two weeks since you and Seonghwa have been sleeping together and there hasn't been a day you haven't had sex with him yet. Every single day you showed up at his door again and it would be only a matter of time before you're back in his bed, riding his cock until you couldn't anymore.

Honestly, you were afraid to talk to him. Because if you started talking it'd mean talking about how your father abandoned his family to start a new one and it'd also mean talking about your alcoholic mother failing her rehab. When you joked about it to your friends they looked rather worried than amused. ''Julie, babe, this isn't a very good sign. You haven't told him any personal stuff? Anything?'' Mona asks. ''Well... No. He'd find out I'm fucked up. We're doing fine right now.''

Mimi sighed. ''Julie, one day that will explode. You can't just keep on having sex 24/7 and leave it at that. That's not a relationship. Plus, he told you about something he struggled with, right? Why can't you talk to him about stuff? Believe me, if you bottle stuff up too long you'll burst, I've been there.''

You sighed and finished your cup of coffee. ''I just don't know how to talk and not lose someone.'' ''Well, you will not lose us over it, why don't you share your story with us? We can all share our stories, right?'' Priya said, to which all the girls agreed. Here goes nothing then.

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Talking to the girls had helped you more than you thought it would. ''Duh,'' Lola had said to you, who had been telling you to open up more since forever. She suggested you take him on a date and have a calm and relaxed conversation with him.

So now you were walking hand in hand with Seonghwa as you made your way to the beach. Seonghwa's hand slightly squeezed yours a little more as he stepped foot into the sand, but you did not think much of it. You laid down a big blanket and sat down on it. It was very quiet at the beach, which was usually strange for a July evening, but there was a festival going on in town so that's where everyone was now. You and Seonghwa both did not really care for it though, so you could have your date without being bothered.

Seonghwa shifted a lot while he was sitting down, trying to find a comfortable spot. ''Have you been well? Did you eat?'' you smiled. ''Yeah,'' he answered. You were taken aback by his short answer, but decided you should not think much of it. You pulled two bottles of soda and a bag of chips out of your bag and put them on the blanket so he could start on those anytime he wanted to. But he wasn't truly here, somehow. He wasn't present, he just stared into the sea. Your heart sank a little, thinking he must be disappointed you're not giving him sex right now, or maybe he's bored of you? You shook your head and just put on some soft music to relax yourself.

You tried to talk to him but Seonghwa didn't say much, even when he was telling you a story he was far less enthusiastic or detailed as he usually is. It must be you. He must be tired of you by now, or he doesn't like the date. What are you doing wrong? You hated it but tears welled in your eyes and when Seonghwa noticed his expression softened. ''Julie..? Hey... Why are you... Don't cry, please,'' he whispered as he wiped a tear from your cheek. It didn't help because the tears kept on pouring.

''What am I doing wrong?'' you sniffled. ''What? You are not doing anything wrong, darling, why would you think that?'' You looked at him and frowned. ''Why would I think that? Well maybe because you've been acting like you're annoyed, irritated and unbothered the entire night. Cutting me off, short responses, awkward bodylanguage. If I'm being annoying or I'm doing something bad please just tell me because I can't deal with you acting like-''

''I'm sorry.''

You shut up and looked him in the eyes as tears continued to fall down your cheek. ''It's not you, darling, it's me. And it is this place.'' This place? ''I thought I'd show you a place I love. I... I really love the sea and the beach because it's the only place my family had true happiness. It's where I feel calm and... Where I can be me...'' you spoke softly.

''I appreciate that... you wanted to show me a part of you. But this place is the scenery of the darkest day in my life.'' ''You're not gonna tell me your dog drowned here, right?'' you said, throwing in a little dark humor, but it wasn't the right time because Seonghwa looked you dead in the eye.

''No,'' he spoke, while looking back at the sea, ''It's my sister.''