#oc Ava

[gliphyartfan]

Lovely @eternadreeblissa has Spoken!

OC Art for it: HERE

Anywho

For context: I assumed that Lady Ava here and Wind haven’t seen eachother in a while. But they wrote letters to one another. (Mostly cause I live the idea that she’s breath taken by the sight of his older self letmehavethis)

Anywho it’s older Wind letting Ava experience the seas on his ship.

But what was special about the ship was that it was a ship specifically built for her.

Anywho, I hope you like it! (Opinions and thoughts are always appreciated)

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Ava stood at the docks, her arms wrapped loosely around herself as the sea breeze tugged at her hair. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow across the water, but inside, she still felt the weight of the clouds that had been hanging over her for days.

The thought of seeing Wind again, of escaping onto the sea, should have lifted her spirits. But the gloom that had been following her stubbornly clung to her, making it hard to feel the excitement she wanted to.

She glanced down the length of the docks again, pacing slightly, scanning the horizon for any sign of his ship. She hadn’t ever set foot on a ship before, let alone sailed with pirates, and part of her wondered what this adventure would be like.

Wind had always had a way of brightening the darkest days, and she was grateful he had thought of her when she needed it most.

Still, Ava’s heart ached with the lingering sadness she couldn’t seem to shake.

A part of her worried she wouldn’t be able to enjoy this trip, that the heaviness inside her would ruin what was supposed to be a getaway. But then she saw it.

Cutting smoothly through the waves, a sleek ship with vibrant red sails appeared in the distance.

It was beautiful, unlike any ship she had ever seen. There was something striking about it, with intricate rose motifs carved into the woodwork and details in rich, deep crimson.

The ship seemed to glow in the fading light, the red contrasting beautifully against the blue sky and sea. And there, standing at the helm, was Wind.

Ava’s heart skipped a beat as the ship drew closer, her breath catching in her throat. She had known it had been some time seen she’s seen him, but the changes since still took her breath away.

It wasn’t the young, carefree boy she remembered.

No, this Wind was taller, broader, with a quiet strength in the way he moved.

He still had that familiar spark in his eyes, the one that spoke of adventure and endless possibilities, but there was a maturity to him now, a depth that hadn’t been there before. His once messy hair was still wild, but longer, tousled by the wind.

He wore a deep red scarf, tied loosely around his neck, and his tunic, though still a shade of blue, was accented with crimson. His boots and gloves, too, bore the red that adorned the rest of the crew.

Ava felt her cheeks flush as he waved at her from the deck.

She couldn’t help but think back to the boy he’d been, full of energy and mischief, and now here he was, a man.

A part of her couldn’t reconcile the two, but seeing him now, so sure of himself, sent a strange warmth fluttering through her chest.

The ship docked, and Wind jumped down with a practiced ease, striding toward her with a grin that made her heart skip again. “Ava,” he greeted her, his voice deeper than she remembered, a bit rough due what she no doubt assumed was him yelling out to his crew, but still carrying that same familiar lightness. “Ready for your first adventure on the sea?”

She tried to smile back, but the heaviness of the past few days made it difficult. “I think so,” she said softly, her voice quieter than she intended.

Wind’s expression softened. He could see the tiredness in her eyes, the weight she was carrying, even though she tried to hide it.

Without a word, he offered her his hand. “Come on,” he said gently. “Let me show you something.”

She took his hand, and the warmth of his touch sent a small spark through her. He led her onto the ship, and as she stepped aboard, her eyes took in everything.

The entire deck was decorated with the same intricate rose motifs she had noticed from the shore.

The sails, too, were embroidered with roses, their deep red fabric billowing softly in the breeze. The crew, all dressed in varying shades of red, moved with ease and purpose, greeting her with warm and respectful smiles.

“This ship…” Ava whispered, her eyes wide as she took in the beauty around her. “It’s incredible.”

Wind chuckled softly beside her, his hand still resting gently on her arm. “It’s yours,” he said, his voice low. “Well, not yours yours, but I thought of you a lot when I made the design choices. Thought you could use a little place where you’d feel…special.”

Ava blinked, turning to look at him, her heart skipping again. “You built this for me?”

Wind shrugged, but his grin betrayed the pride he felt. “Everyone deserves a getaway now and then. Especially you.”

Her cheeks warmed again, and she glanced away, unsure how to respond. The ship was stunning, every detail carefully crafted with care.

And the fact that Wind had gone through all this trouble for her. it was overwhelming, in the best way.

“You didn’t have to…” she murmured.

“I know. So I did it knowing I just wanted to,” Wind said simply, his voice soft.

Ava’s chest tightened, her emotions catching her off guard.

She looked up at him again, her eyes lingering on his face, remembering the boy she’d known and seeing the man standing before her.

He was still Wind, still the same hero who had always come through for her, but there was something about him now that made her heart beat just a little faster.

“I—” She tried to speak but felt the words get caught in her throat.

Instead, she just nodded, her lips curling into a small, grateful smile.

Wind smiled back, his eyes warm and steady. “Come on, Ava. Let’s set sail. I’ve got a whole adventure planned just for you.” He held out his elbow at her, and shyly she linked her elbow with him. (Trying not to focus on firmness of his arms)

—-

—-

And as the ship slowly drifted away from the docks, the waves carrying them into the horizon, Ava felt the weight on her shoulders begin to lift.

Wind led Ava through the narrow corridors of the ship, the gentle rocking of the vessel beneath their feet a reminder of the ocean’s presence.

The wooden planks creaked softly under their steps, and the scent of sea air followed them everywhere, mingling with the faint aroma of the roses that decorated the ship.

Ava’s heart still felt heavy, but the further they ventured into this strange, beautiful place Wind had prepared, the more the tight knot of sadness inside her seemed to loosen.

He stopped in front of a door near the end of the hall, turning to her with a small smile. “This’ll be your room,” he said, pushing the door open with a gentle hand.

Ava stepped inside, a gasp escaped her at the sight before her.

The room was larger than she’d expected, with a wide, arched window that stretched nearly from floor to ceiling, offering a breathtaking view of the open sea.

The deep blue of the ocean stretched endlessly beneath the darkening sky, and the golden light of the sunset filtered through the glass, casting a warm glow across the room.

It felt peaceful here, almost as if the room had been designed to capture the very essence of calm.

Her gaze shifted to the bed at the center of the room. It was grand, much larger than any bed she’d ever slept in, with blankets and pillows in soft shades of pink and rose.

The fabric looked so inviting, like it would wrap her in a cocoon of warmth and comfort.

The bedspread was embroidered with delicate roses, matching the rest of the ship’s motif. It was as if the entire room had been created just for her, though she couldn’t quite believe it.

Wind stood beside her, watching her take it all in. He was quiet, giving her the space to explore with her eyes, though there was a certain softness in his expression that made Ava’s heart flutter.

“Oh Link,” she whispered, unknowingly causing him to inhale at the use of his name, her voice catching slightly. “It’s beautiful…”

Wind smiled as if hearing his name spoken from her lips hadn’t affected him, his hands tucked casually into his pockets.

“I’m glad you like it,” he said, his voice low but full of warmth. “I wanted you to be comfortable. I figured… you could use a place like this. Somewhere you can just relax.”

Ava stepped closer to the window, her fingers brushing the cool glass as she looked out at the endless sea.

The waves rolled gently, their rhythm steady and calming. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this peaceful, even if the weight inside her still hadn’t fully lifted.

Being here, in this room, with the sea stretching out before her, she felt like she could finally breathe.

“I didn’t realize you went through so much trouble,” she said softly, turning to look at him.

Wind rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish grin pulling at his lips. “It wasn’t trouble,” he said, his voice as gentle as the ocean breeze outside. “I wanted to make sure you had somewhere nice to stay.” He gestured toward the bed with a nod. “It’s yours for as long as you stay on the ship. And, uh, if you ever need anything, my room’s right next door.”

Ava blinked, her cheeks warming again. He had really put her room next to his?

Her mind flashed back to the younger version of Wind, the boyish pirate hero full of mischief and charm, and now here he was, older, more thoughtful, and still looking out for her in the ways that mattered most.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, feeling a rush of gratitude, though she couldn’t quite find the words to express it.

Instead, she smiled, small but genuine, feeling the beginnings of warmth start to spread through her chest. “Thank you, Wind,” she murmured. “This means more than you know.”

He gave a soft, almost shy laugh, his gaze flicking from her to the window and back again. “Just want to make sure you’re taken care of,” he said. “You’ve been through a lot. Figured a change of scenery might do you some good.”

Ava nodded, glancing once more at the window, the sea glowing in the fading sunlight.

The room, with its soft pink blankets and comforting warmth, felt like a safe haven,

one that she hadn’t realized she needed until now.

She turned back to him, her blush deepening slightly as her eyes lingered on his face.

He looked so much older now, more sure of himself, yet still unmistakably Wind. It was strange, seeing the man he’d grown into, knowing how much had changed, yet feeling the same comfort and connection as always.

Wind, catching her gaze, offered a small, lopsided grin, the one she remembered so well. “Get some rest,” he said gently. “Tomorrow, I’ve got the whole day planned for us. But tonight… just enjoy the view.”

Ava smiled again, softer this time, the warmth in her chest growing. “I will.”

As he left, closing the door quietly behind him, Ava sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers brushing over the soft pink fabric.

She looked out at the sea through the large window, feeling, for the first time in days, like maybe the storm inside her was starting to calm.

—-

—-

The ship rocked gently beneath the night sky, the stars scattered like diamonds above the open sea.

The air was crisp but not cold, the kind of stillness that made the world feel quiet and safe. Ava lay in her bed, cocooned in the soft pink blankets, but sleep wouldn’t come.

Her thoughts churned in a quiet storm, memories of the last few weeks, the weight of everything she couldn’t shake, and the steady presence of Wind, who had gone out of his way to make sure she was comfortable.

After a while, the room felt too small, too quiet. Ava slipped from the bed and padded softly out onto the deck.

The moment she stepped into the open air, the breeze tugged at her hair, and the sound of the ocean filled her ears, soothing but distant. She wandered toward the bow of the ship, the wood cool beneath her feet.

To her surprise, Wind was already there, sitting on the edge of the railing, one leg dangling over the side.

His back was to her, and for a moment, she considered going back to her room. But something about the way he sat, quiet, reflective. made her pause.

Without a word, she approached, and Wind, sensing her presence, glanced over his shoulder.

His expression softened when he saw her. “Couldn’t sleep either, huh?” he said quietly, his voice a low murmur that blended with the sounds of the waves.

Ava gave a small nod, standing a few feet away, unsure if she should join him or not.

But Wind, ever perceptive, slid over slightly, making space on the railing beside him. “Come on,” he said gently, “the stars look better from here.”

She hesitated for a moment, then stepped closer, sitting next to him on the edge of the ship.

The sea stretched out before them, dark and endless, but the sky, oh, the sky, was breathtaking.

The stars sparkled against the deep indigo, their light shimmering like a promise of something better, something brighter.

For a while, they sat in silence, just listening to the wind and the water.

It was comfortable, even though Ava felt the weight of her thoughts pressing down on her chest. Wind was patient, though, giving her space, as if he knew she wasn’t ready to speak yet.

Finally, she let out a soft sigh, her hands clasped together in her lap. “It’s… hard,” she began, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

“I keep thinking I should feel better by now, that I should be over things. But no matter what I do, I can’t… I can’t seem to shake it.”

She didn’t elaborate, but Wind didn’t press for more. He just nodded, his eyes never leaving the horizon.

“It’s like the weight won’t lift,” Ava continued after a pause. “Even here, on this beautiful ship you made for me, I should feel happy, and I do…but…I feel it… and I don’t know why.” She bit her lip, feeling vulnerable. “I don’t even know how to explain it. Everything’s just… too much.”

Wind was quiet for a moment, processing her words.

His gaze shifted from the sea to her, his eyes soft, understanding. “It’s okay not to have the right words,” he said, his voice gentle. “You don’t have to explain everything. Sometimes…” He paused, looking up at the stars again. “Sometimes, it’s enough just to feel what you’re feeling, even if it doesn’t make sense. You don’t have to rush to be okay.”

Ava swallowed hard, her throat tightening. “But it feels like I should be okay. Like, I don’t have a reason not to be.” She shook her head, frustrated with herself. “I should be enjoying this, the sea, the stars, everything you’ve done for me, but instead, I’m just… tired.”

Wind turned to face her more fully, leaning his arm against the railing. “Ava,” he said softly, “you don’t owe anyone a reason for how you feel. Not me or anyone. And you don’t have to force yourself to be happy just because things are nice on the outside. Feelings don’t always follow logic.”

He gave her a small, reassuring smile. “And besides, this trip isn’t about making you feel better right away. It’s about giving you space to breathe, to be… without the pressure of fixing everything.”

Ava looked down, her hands twisting together in her lap. His words sank in, but they also made her feel exposed, like he could see right through the walls she’d been trying to hold up.

She wanted to tell him more, to explain the heaviness inside her, but it was hard to put into words. All she knew was that she felt like she was sinking, even when she was supposed to be floating.

Wind didn’t push. He just sat there, his presence warm and steady beside her. “You don’t have to carry everything alone, you know,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost a whisper. “I’m here. Even if you don’t want to talk about it, just… know I’m here.”

Ava felt a lump rise in her throat, her chest tightening. She blinked, trying to hold back the tears that suddenly threatened to spill over.

She wasn’t used to this kind of care, this patience. It was overwhelming in a way she hadn’t expected.

“Thank you,” she quietly , her voice breaking just slightly.

Wind smiled softly, his hand resting on the railing beside hers, close but not touching. “You don’t have to thank me. I’m just glad you’re here. That you’re… taking this time.”

They fell back into silence, the kind that wasn’t uncomfortable, just quiet and full of unspoken understanding. Ava felt the weight still in her chest, but something about being here, with him, made it feel just a little lighter.

The stars above them shimmered, and the sea rocked gently beneath them, and for the first time in what felt like ages, she allowed herself to just sit in the quiet, to let her guard down, even if just for a moment.

Wind, true to his nature, didn’t press any further. He didn’t try to fix what was wrong or force her to explain more than she was ready to.

He was just there, steady, calm, and quietly offering her the space to be herself, however broken or tired she felt.

Ava sat in the quiet after Wind’s words, feeling the weight of her emotions swirling inside her. His patience, his gentle way of listening, it was almost too much.

She was used to feeling like she had to hold everything together, to keep pushing through her feelings, but here with Wind, she found herself softening in a way that left her vulnerable.

She glanced at him, noticing the way he looked out over the sea, his face calm and sure.

There was something different about him now, still the Wind she knew, but with a quiet strength that hadn’t always been there.

Her lips twitched into a small, shy smile as she tilted her head, her voice soft and teasing, “When did you get so mature?”

Wind turned to her, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. He raised an eyebrow, playful but warm. “Mature, huh?” he echoed, clearly amused. “I guess it happens when you spend enough time out here, watching the world.”

Ava chuckled softly, a brief escape from the tightness that still lingered in her chest.

He was still Wind, after all, just with a little more depth behind those playful eyes.

They exchanged a glance, both smiling, and for a moment, everything felt lighter. But as she turned her gaze back toward the sea, the knot in her chest returned, persistent and unyielding.

She stared at the stars, trying to focus on their beauty, trying to breathe deeply, hoping it would help.

Her breaths came slow and controlled, but no matter how hard she tried, the tightness in her chest wouldn’t go away.

It felt like it was mocking her, reminding her that she couldn’t just wish these feelings away, no matter how much she wanted to. Ava clenched her jaw, blinking rapidly as her eyes began to sting with unshed tears.

Don’t cry, she told herself, her fists clenching in her lap. There’s no reason to be upset. No reason at all. She mentally berated herself, the frustration bubbling up as the tears she’d been fighting back started to blur her vision.

Just as she was starting to spiral, she felt it, Wind’s arm, wrapping gently around her shoulders, slow and deliberate.

His touch was soft, careful not to startle her, but steady, as if to remind her she wasn’t alone.

Ava’s thoughts came to a screeching halt. She tensed for a moment, her body stiffening at the unexpected contact, her breath catching in her throat

. But Wind didn’t say anything, he didn’t ask her what was wrong, didn’t push her to explain. He just kept his gaze on the sea, his arm resting comfortably around her as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

After a few beats, Ava let out a shaky breath.

Slowly, she began to relax into him, leaning just slightly against his side. She could feel his warmth through the fabric of their clothes, the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed in time with the gentle rocking of the ship.

The tightness in her chest didn’t vanish, but it eased, just a little. She sniffled quietly, the tears still threatening, but she kept her focus on the way Wind’s arm felt around her, grounding herself in his presence.

For the first time in a while, she didn’t feel like she had to hold herself together alone.

Wind, still quiet, kept his gaze fixed on the stars, his expression unreadable but calm. He didn’t need to say anything.

His presence alone was enough, and it allowed Ava the space to just be, to feel what she was feeling without trying to force it away.

She sniffled again, her breathing still uneven, but with every passing minute, she felt herself settling a little more.

Wind’s steady presence made things easier to bear.

She closed her eyes for a moment, focusing on the sound of the waves and the gentle pressure of his arm around her, letting herself take comfort in it.

As Ava leaned into Wind, she felt the warmth of his arm holding her steady, grounding her in the present moment.

Though she was still sniffling quietly, the tension in her chest began to ease, little by little.

She let herself melt into his side, even as her mind wandered to how she might look to the rest of the crew, vulnerable, teary, leaning on their captain.

Just as she began to feel self-conscious about it, Wind, still with his arm wrapped around her, lifted his opposite hand.

He made a subtle motion to one of the crew members who had been standing by, and within moments, they approached, responding to his unspoken command with quiet deference.

Wind leaned in slightly, speaking softly but firmly, his voice steady. “Can you bring us some food and drinks? Something light,” he instructed, his tone kind yet authoritative. The crew member nodded quickly, scurrying off without question.

Ava felt a flush of warmth rise to her cheeks, a bit embarrassed at being seen in such a vulnerable state.

She shifted slightly against Wind, not pulling away but feeling the weight of the crew’s attention, even though they were respectful.

But Wind’s arm stayed firm and reassuring, holding her in place without hesitation. He didn’t care if they saw her like this, didn’t care if the crew noticed her leaning on him.

He was making it clear she was safe, and that was all that mattered.

It wasn’t long before the food arrived, a plate of fresh fruits drizzled with golden honey, accompanied by a glass of vibrant, freshly squeezed juice.

The soft aroma of the sweet fruits wafted up between them, and Ava’s stomach gave a soft rumble, though she was too caught up in her emotions to realize how hungry she was.

Wind looked down at the food, then gently nudged her. “You should eat something,” he said, his voice coaxing but gentle. “It’ll help.”

Ava hesitated, glancing at the plate before looking back up at him. She felt oddly shy, like accepting the food meant admitting how much she needed this, needed him.

But when she saw the softness in his eyes, that same patient understanding he’d shown all night, she let out a small breath and gave a nod.

Slowly, she reached for a piece of fruit, the honey glistening in the low light, and took a small bite.

The sweetness burst on her tongue, and though she hadn’t expected it, the simple act of eating began to soothe her, the flavors grounding her further.

She took another bite, her body slowly relaxing against Wind’s as she ate.

Wind stayed still beside her, giving quiet orders to the crew as they went about their tasks. His voice was calm, commanding but never harsh, directing them with ease.

Ava listened to the sound of the sea, the faint rustling of the sails, and the footsteps of the crew moving about the deck, all while staying wrapped in the steady circle of his arm.

It felt peaceful in a way she hadn’t expected, and she found herself sinking deeper into that feeling, grateful for the space he was giving her to just be.

As she finished the fruit, sipping at the juice, she couldn’t help but feel a little more settled, the tightness in her chest loosening bit by bit.

Wind never once let go of her, even as he occasionally managed the night crew from where he was seated, his arm remaining a steady weight around her shoulders.

His presence was strong, unwavering, and she found herself appreciating the way he kept her close without saying a word, as if to remind her that no matter what storm was brewing inside her, he would be her anchor.

For the first time that night, Ava felt something close to peace.

[thelightone]

:³

@thedeservedone

[peapod20001]

Ohoho Maximus <3

[transexualbutchfagdyke]

I think Ava is gonna be a rabbit actually. originally she's a dog but I don't want that many dogs in my like. main oc cast. I need a name for their world. or at least like a title.

[the-pinstriped-hood]

Ice Cold Heart

This is a Band AoA AU fic

Mentions of Ava @slaasherslut

It had been a month. A month since she had been sealed away in her own room like a richly decorated tomb that meant absolutely nothing. Her Parents keeping her away from the outside world like some disgusting little secret they desperately needed to keep. So far she had kept to her new room at the southern manor she had been taken to. The only difference being the door was always unlocked and partially cracked open. Bunny preferred the dark. It was about the only thing she was used to ever since being taken in by her childhood friend Ava and her fellow bandmates, the Sinclair Brothers. She had been encouraged to make friends, Bunny wasn't exactly sure how she had managed it but she had made one out of Vincent, the resident guitarist, bassist and lyricist for the band. Vincent sort of approached her like a feral kitten who had never been socialized. Lots of gentle movements and snacks, eventually moving onto physical touches like hugs which Bunny found she quite liked. Eventually the girl stuck to the long haired southerner like she was his shadow. Vincent figured he could get to know her better and to boost her confidence by letting her help with his work and letting her watch. Her self imposed mutism kept both of them quiet as she wrote sticky notes with morbid ideas for songs. Stuff that came out of her own tortured mind regarding her past.

Bunny shied away from Bo and Lester, Ava especially since in Bunny's eyes, Ava had abandoned her all those years ago. She didn't yell or scream, only looking at the Front woman with a sad kind of blank stare like a puppy that had been surrendered to a shelter. Her gazes didn't linger for long.

It was another long night for Vincent and Bunny was with him looking over ideas for another new song. The silence was tense, the raven haired man tapped the table to get Bunny's attention. "You should talk to her. You know she feels bad." He signed. Bunny closed her eyes, breathing in and out slowly before scribbling something on yet another sticky note.

"There's plenty to discuss. You can't keep quiet forever, it's not good for you or her. I know you're hurting, Bunny. But it's not good to dwell on the hurt. You need to move forward."

'theres nothing to discuss with her.'

More scribbles.

That stung. Seeing this girl cast herself so low. Ava had told him about Bunny when they were kids. How she was going to one day save Bunny from the Dragon and carry her away to a life of happiness. Seems that rescue came too late and that happy little Princess became jaded, cynical and cold towards her own childhood friend.

'She left me to ROT Vincent. She promised me she'd come back and never did. Not when it mattered. Not when I needed her the most. I don't even know why she came back for me now in the first place. Why would she need me? I'm a relic of her past.'

Ava wasn't faring any better. The day she finally brought Bunny home was heart wrenching. Her friend had shied away from her open arms with sneers and cold expressions, choosing instead to lock herself away again in another room. Lester found Ava in their shared bedroom, breaking down crying. She had failed Bunny, it was all her fault she hadn't gone quick enough to save her and now Bunny had closed off her heart to everyone she once knew.

Tagging: @rottent33th @soupbabe @6lostgirl6 @devil-doll13 @shonkgobonk @bluecoolr-main @probably-a-plant-thing @damien-mlm @kalid-raven @texaschainsawslvt @allthingsblood @angxlslasher

[edwire]

My Roommates Are VAMPIRES?

Happy Halloween! have a fake yuri manga cover

[evelyn-art-05]

Sins of the general, sins of the soldier

[uncaringdoodles]

Some of my brain creatures. Just some funky characters that I put through hell

*slaps file* these babies can hold so much trauma

[fuzzypuppybuddie]

Victim wins the most tragic background history competition by being born as a teenager's vent art oc

[its-avalon-08]

Omg you recent lando fic has me smiling like crazy no joke.

I was hoping I could request something similar ish. Where reader is Max.V. Sister and Lando wants it to be secre, bu the reade thinks he only wants to keep it secret because he's going to break up with her soon. (Dating for a while), and when the reader tells Carlos this, he tells Lando, who decides to let the whole world know by running up to her and kissing her just before the race.

secrets and shushed voices (ln4)

✦ pairing - lando norris x female!reader

✦ genre - angst, tears, comfort

The buzz of conversation in the Red Bull hospitality was overwhelming, but Y/N Verstappen had mastered the art of tuning it out. She adjusted her team polo, flipping through her notes for Max's debrief, when she felt a presence near her. Without looking up, she muttered, “Unless you have coffee for me, I’m not interested.”

A soft chuckle answered her. “What if I said I could charm you into being interested?”

Her head snapped up, eyes narrowing at the source. Lando Norris leaned casually against the table, his grin infuriatingly perfect.

“Charm me?” she repeated with a raised eyebrow. “Bold of you to assume that’s possible.”

“Bold is my middle name,” he shot back, undeterred.

“Funny,” she quipped, turning back to her notes. “I thought it was ‘Overtakes on Softs.’”

His laugh was genuine, and she hated that it made her chest flutter. “Touché, Verstappen. Touché.”

Over the next few months, their paths crossed often—media days, driver briefings, paddock run-ins. Lando made it his mission to tease her relentlessly, and to her dismay, she found herself looking forward to it.

One afternoon, she’d been ranting about how Max ignored her race notes.

“I bet he ignores them because you write, like, an essay for every corner,” Lando teased, plopping down beside her in the lounge.

“You’ve never even seen my notes!”

“I don’t need to. You scream ‘overachiever.’”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her grin. “And you scream ‘class clown.’”

“Ah, but clowns are memorable.”

“Annoying, more like.”

“Annoyingly charming,” he corrected with a wink, making her laugh despite herself.

--

Their playful banter became a staple in the paddock, much to the amusement of their teams. Max often shot her knowing looks, while Carlos liked to poke Lando with, “Mate, just ask her out already.”

But Lando enjoyed the chase. Every lingering glance, every sarcastic comment, every moment they shared—it all felt electric.

One night after a particularly chaotic post-race party, they found themselves on a quiet balcony overlooking the marina.

“You’re surprisingly tolerable when you’re not trying to be funny,” Y/N remarked, leaning against the railing.

“And you’re surprisingly fun when you’re not intimidating,” Lando countered, nudging her playfully.

She looked at him, the usual walls in her eyes softening. “You don’t actually think I’m intimidating, do you?”

“Only in the best way,” he said, his voice quieter now. “You’re... different, Y/N. In a good way.”

Her breath hitched slightly, but she covered it with a smirk. “You’re such a flirt, Norris.”

“Only with you.”

--

It was after a rainy qualifying in Silverstone when everything changed. Y/N had stayed late in the garage, waiting for Max, when Lando appeared, soaked and grinning.

“What are you still doing here?” she asked, handing him a towel.

“Trying to decide if I should do something really stupid,” he said, his voice unusually serious.

“What kind of stupid?”

“This kind.”

Before she could process his words, he leaned in, his lips brushing hers softly. The world seemed to blur as she kissed him back, a hundred unspoken moments between them finally falling into place.

--

Dating Lando was like stepping into a secret world. Behind closed doors, he was thoughtful, goofy, and overwhelmingly sweet. But in the paddock, he insisted they keep their relationship under wraps.

“It’s not that I’m ashamed,” he’d said one evening, his hand brushing her hair back as they lounged on the couch. “I just want us to have this—our thing—without the world tearing it apart.”

She had nodded, understanding his reasoning, but over time, doubt began to creep in. What if he wasn’t ready to commit? What if this secrecy was his way of keeping an exit strategy?

As Lando hugged her tightly after another stolen moment in the shadows of the McLaren motorhome, her thoughts spiraled.

He’s holding on so tight, but for how long? Am I just a phase he’s going to grow out of?

His voice broke through her haze. “You okay?”

She forced a smile, burying her face in his shoulder. “Yeah. Just tired.”

But as he held her, all she could think was, How much longer until he decides to let go?

--

Y/N sat in the McLaren hospitality, her hands gripping a lukewarm cup of tea she wasn’t drinking. She’d just watched Lando breeze past her in the paddock—no glance, no smile, not even a quick touch on the arm. He’d turned the charm on for the cameras as if she didn’t exist, leaving her to stew in the weight of their secrecy.

She set the cup down with a loud clink and stormed out. A short walk later, she was in the Ferrari hospitality, where Carlos and Rebecca sat chatting.

“Carlos,” she blurted, her voice trembling. “He’s going to break up with me.”

Carlos frowned, sitting up straighter. “¿Qué? Who’s breaking up with you?”

“Lando!” she exclaimed, collapsing onto the couch beside Rebecca, her emotions spilling over. “He doesn’t want this anymore—I know it!”

Rebecca placed a calming hand on Y/N’s knee. “Slow down, cariño. What happened?”

Y/N sniffled, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her jacket. “It’s everything. He didn’t even look at me this morning. No hug, no kiss. Nothing. He just… walked past me like I wasn’t even there. And it’s not just today—it’s been months of hiding. He insists on keeping this a secret. I thought it was romantic at first, like we had something private, but now—” Her voice cracked as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Now you think it’s because he’s trying to find an easy way out,” Carlos finished, his tone heavy with disapproval.

Y/N nodded, sobbing into her hands. “He says it’s to protect us, but I don’t feel protected, Carlos. I feel like I’m not good enough for him to want people to know.”

Rebecca pulled Y/N into a hug, rubbing her back soothingly. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re more than good enough. If anything, it’s him who’s too blind to see what he’s doing to you.”

Carlos crossed his arms, his brow furrowed in thought. “Has he given you any reason to believe he doesn’t care about you anymore? Other than the secrecy?”

Y/N hesitated, her voice muffled against Rebecca’s shoulder. “It’s all the little things. He’s so different when we’re alone—he’s kind and loving and makes me feel like I’m the only person in the world. But the second we step into the paddock, it’s like I don’t exist. I just… I can’t do this anymore.”

Carlos’s face hardened, his protective side kicking in. “He needs to hear this, Y/N. But not from you—no, not while you’re like this.” He stood abruptly. “I’ll talk to him.”

“No!” Y/N sat up, her eyes wide. “You’ll just make things worse!”

“I won’t,” Carlos said firmly. “But he’s my friend, and I’m not going to sit here and watch him break your heart because he’s too much of an idiot to see what he’s doing. He needs a reality check.”

Rebecca nodded in agreement. “Carlos is right. He knows Lando better than anyone—you should let him handle it.”

Y/N sniffled again, her resolve softening under Rebecca’s calming presence. “You’re sure you won’t tell him I sent you?”

Carlos crouched in front of her, his expression softer now. “I’ll make it about what I’ve noticed. He’ll never know you said anything.”

Y/N nodded reluctantly. “Okay.”

Rebecca gave Y/N a comforting squeeze before Carlos kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll fix this, amiga. Trust me.”

As Carlos left, Y/N leaned into Rebecca’s side, her tears slowing but her heart still heavy. “What if he really does want to break up with me?”

Rebecca stroked her hair gently. “Then he’s the biggest fool on the planet, and we’ll make sure he knows it.”

--

Carlos leaned back in his chair in the McLaren hospitality, casually sipping on a bottle of water as Lando scrolled through his phone. They had been talking about summer break plans, with Lando suggesting a group trip to Ibiza.

“Ibiza would be fun,” Carlos said, setting his bottle down. “But only if you bring your girlfriend.”

Lando choked slightly, quickly glancing around to see if anyone overheard. “Shh, man!” he hissed, leaning closer. “What if someone hears you?”

Carlos rolled his eyes. “This is exactly what I wanted to talk to you about.”

Lando frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”

Carlos straightened, his tone turning serious. “Y/N came to see me today. She’s convinced you’re going to break up with her.”

“What?!” Lando’s voice rose before he quickly lowered it, glancing around again. “Why would she think that?”

“Because, mate, you’re treating her like some big secret, like she’s something you’re ashamed of,” Carlos said bluntly. “Every time you refuse to acknowledge her in public, every time you say no to posting a picture or holding her hand, she feels like she’s not enough for you.”

Lando’s face paled, his phone slipping from his hand. “That’s not… I don’t—” He stopped, his mind racing. “I’ve never said I’m ashamed of her. I thought she understood why I wanted to keep it private.”

Carlos leaned forward, his eyes hard. “She might have understood at first, but it’s been ten months, Lando. She’s tired. And frankly, I don’t blame her.”

Lando opened his mouth to argue but stopped as Carlos’s words sank in. His mind spiraled into a series of flashbacks.

-flashback-

He remembered the first time she’d asked if she could post a picture of them on her story. It was a harmless shot—just their intertwined hands on a table.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he’d said quickly. “You know how people can be.”

Her smile faltered, but she nodded. “Yeah. I get it.”

-flashback-

After a race in Monaco, Y/N had waited for him by the McLaren motorhome. When she tried to hug him, he’d gently pushed her into the shadows.

“Not here,” he’d whispered, glancing around nervously.

Her shoulders had slumped, and she took a step back. “Right. Sorry.”

-flashback-

At a post-race party, Rebecca had taken a picture of them laughing together. Y/N had been so happy, showing it to him with a hopeful smile.

“Becca sent this to me. Can I share it?”

Lando had hesitated. “Maybe not. It’s just… better if we keep it private.”

The light in her eyes had dimmed, though she tried to mask it with a nod. “Okay.”

present day

Lando’s chest tightened as the memories hit him. He hadn’t realized how often he’d dismissed her feelings or how much his need for secrecy had chipped away at her confidence.

“She thinks I want to break up with her?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Carlos nodded, his expression softening. “She’s scared, Lando. She loves you, but she’s scared that you don’t feel the same way.”

Lando ran a hand through his hair, his heart aching. “I’m such an idiot.”

Carlos smirked faintly. “You said it, not me.”

Lando ignored the jab, his mind already working. He couldn’t let her think he didn’t care. He couldn’t let her feel like she wasn’t enough.

“I need to fix this,” he said firmly, standing up so fast that his chair scraped against the floor.

Carlos leaned back with a satisfied grin. “About time.”

Lando’s mind raced with ideas, his determination growing. He’d spent months hiding their relationship from the world—now, he’d show everyone exactly how much she meant to him.

--

The pre-race chaos was in full swing. Mechanics bustled about, drivers made their final rounds with engineers, and the paddock buzzed with energy. Y/N stood to the side near the McLaren garage, watching quietly as Lando spoke with his team. Her arms were crossed, her heart heavy from the morning’s events.

She had seen him arrive, head down, moving past her like she didn’t exist. Again. The weight of the past few months pressed down on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

Rebecca’s words from earlier played in her head: “If he doesn’t see what he’s doing to you, then he doesn’t deserve you.”

Maybe he doesn’t.

Suddenly, she noticed Carlos walking toward Lando, giving him a nudge and pointing in her direction. Lando froze, his head snapping up. Their eyes met briefly before Y/N turned away, unable to handle the hurt.

But before she could step back into the crowd, she heard his voice calling her name.

“Y/N!”

Her heart jumped. She turned to see Lando jogging toward her, his race suit partially unzipped and flapping as he moved. She frowned, confused. What is he doing?

As he reached her, he stopped, slightly out of breath. “I need to talk to you.”

“Now? You’re about to race,” she said, her tone wary.

“Now,” he insisted, his blue eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her stomach flip. “I’ve been an idiot, and I need to fix this.”

“Lando, what are you—”

He didn’t let her finish. Instead, he stepped forward, cupping her face gently with his hands. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, his voice breaking slightly. “I’m so sorry for making you feel like you’re not enough, for hiding what we have, for… everything.”

Her breath caught in her throat. “Lando…”

“I was scared,” he admitted, his forehead resting against hers. “Not of being with you, but of the world ruining what we have. I thought I was protecting us, but all I did was hurt you, and I hate myself for it.”

Tears welled in her eyes, but she blinked them back. “I thought you didn’t want me anymore,” she whispered.

His eyes widened in shock. “No. God, no. I want you, Y/N. I love you. I’ve loved you since the day we met, and I’m done pretending I don’t.”

Before she could process his words, he pulled her into a kiss—deep and unapologetic, right there in the middle of the paddock.

The world around them seemed to pause. For a moment, there was only him—his lips on hers, his arms wrapped tightly around her, as if he was afraid to let go.

When they finally broke apart, she noticed the stunned silence around them. Cameras clicked furiously, and the hum of murmured voices grew louder.

“Lando…” she started, her cheeks flushed.

He grinned, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. “Let them talk. I don’t care anymore.”

“But the team, the media—”

“Let them say what they want,” he interrupted, his voice firm. “I’m not hiding you anymore, Y/N. You’re my girlfriend, and the whole damn world is going to know it.”

Y/N stared at him, her heart pounding. His words, his actions—it was all so overwhelming.

“Say something,” he said nervously, his grin faltering.

She threw her arms around his neck, holding him tightly. “I love you too,” she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.

Cheers erupted around them, and Carlos’s loud, teasing whistle cut through the noise. “¡Eso es, chico! About time!”

Lando laughed, resting his chin on her shoulder. “You good now?”

Y/N nodded, her tears finally spilling over—but this time, they were happy ones. “Yeah. I’m good.”

“Good,” he said, pulling back just enough to look at her. “Because I’m not going anywhere, and I’m making sure everyone knows it.”

She smiled through her tears, and he kissed her again, sealing the promise with every ounce of love he felt.

[mr-payjay]

the usual batch of Doodles. you may see the dogbugs here which are pickle and oj respectively. context here

^also pickle sat on a throne for the entire dream while oj did tricks

[gliphyartfan]

Oh my goodness, this piece is absolutely breathtaking! The detail you’ve put into the dress is just stunning, it’s like something straight out of a fairytale! The deep reds and autumn tones are so pretty~

it’s making the whole outfit feel so luxurious and enchanting. And those roses! They add such a romantic, almost regal touch, especially the ones on the bodice and gloves!!.

I’m also in love with the pearl details pouring down the dress, they add this delicate elegance that contrasts so beautifully with the darker colors. The Ava’s soft, serene expression complements the the outfit perfectly. It’s like she’s stepped right out of a story, graceful and timeless. The background, too, with its subtle, dreamy floral pattern, my opinion? add the perfect backdrop that adds to the whole piece her.

You’ve truly created a masterpiece here~ I know I always say to but it’s always true! I can’t stop admiring all the little details. Every part of it just oozes beauty and creativity! Bravo! 👏

Means I can add the heroes reactions to it now~

——

Hyrule would be completely taken aback, his usual calm demeanor replaced by an almost reverent silence. He takes in every detail, his gaze lingering on the floral embellishments and soft elegance that highlight Ava’s beauty.

His cheeks flushing slightly as he finally manages a quiet, ”Ava… you look like someone from a fairytale.”There’s a soft, almost trembling quality in his voice that suggests he’s holding back a deeper intensity.

Though he tries to remain casual, his eyes would keep drifting back to her, almost as if he’s afraid that if he looks away, this vision of her might disappear.

——-

Legend manages to keep a collected expression, but his eyes betray a flicker of awe as he takes her in. He usually prides himself on not showing his feelings so easily, but he can’t quite hide his admiration this time.

He’s allow himself a small, genuine smile and comments in a low tone, ”You’d make anyone look ordinary next to you in that.” His words are carefully chosen, just enough to let her know she’s captivated him without overstepping.

Though he doesn’t let it show, he has to resist the urge to subtly step between her and anyone who might be staring too long. He catches himself, knowing he must appear calm and nonchalant.

——

Time’s reaction is understated, but his gaze holds a depth that says more than any words. He stands a little straighter, appreciating how the elegance of the dress aligns with his view of her as someone exceptional.

“You look breathtaking, Ava.” His voice would be low, carrying a certain reverence that feels both admiring and protective. He’d be careful not to say more than that, aware of his own (weak) self control in her presence.

He’d maintain a composed stance, but there would be an undeniable weight in his gaze that follows her every movement, as if committing each detail of her appearance to memory.

——

Wind’s first instinct would be to express his excitement openly, but he reins himself in, simply beaming at her with a bright, admiring gaze. He fights the urge to reach out and twirl her around to get a better view.

“You look amazing, Ava!” His words would be spoken with enthusiasm, but his voice would also be softer than usual, almost as if he’s seeing something precious and fragile. His smile would be wide, but there’s a hint of something deeper beneath it.

For a moment, his playful nature dims, replaced by a steady, almost serious admiration that suggests he’s viewing her in a new, captivating light.

——

When Four sees Ava in the gown, all of his individual sides are momentarily stilled, leaving him as one whole, unified and struck speechless. There’s a moment where he simply stands, completely captivated as if seeing her for the first time.

Ava’s appearance draws something vulnerable and reverent out of Four. His admiration is so great, it’s almost reverence, his eyes do not look away as he takes in every intricate detail of her dress, from the rich, layered fabric to the delicate rose embellishments. He knows how much care and thought went into making it, and he’s in awe.

Just because he works with metal doesn’t mean he can’t appreciate and admire creations of cloth too.

When he finally speaks, his words are soft but carry a deep sincerity. “You look… incredible, Ava. It’s a sight to see you wear such a beautiful dress.” He manages a smile, warm and genuine (he fails to hide the light blush in his face)

—

Each of the colors would react differently, yet they all share a mutual admiration.

Green appreciates her craft.

Red blushes shyly.

Vio is quietly captivated.

and Blue (despite his usual nonchalance) finds himself sneaking glances.

Green wouod approach her with a soft, honest smile, saying, ”You’ve outdone yourself, Ava. It suits you beautifully.” His tone would be warm, carrying a sincerity that doesn’t need embellishment.

The other colors would resist the urge to linger a bit too long or compliment her in a way that might reveal their (very obvious) feelings.

Blue mutters under his breath, ”Quite the attention grabber, aren’t you?” but there would be an unmistakable hint of admiration that betrays him. (As it should)

Red would be starry eyed and in awe. “You’re like a princess, no! A Queen!” He’s definitely internally (and or externally) squealing.

Vio would compliment her accessories, admiring the time and care she took into making them. “Yours are only surpassed by your beauty.” (He’d definitely enjoy having a closer look~ )

——

Twilight would be able to only stare for a moment, a rare blush rising to his cheeks. He’s usually more reserved, but seeing her this way, so poised and radiant, would leave him momentarily at a loss.

“You look beautiful, Ava.” His tone would be steady, but his eyes would carry an intensity that speaks to something more. The warmth in his gaze definitely shows that admiration that goes beyond her appearance alone.

Though he’d keep his composure, he would have to fight the urge to step closer, almost as if to shield her from prying eyes. The way he holds himself just a bit straighter when she compliments him in the suit she made him would definitely show how focused he is towards her.

——

——

Sky’s immediate reaction would be one of pure admiration, a gentle smile spreading across his face as he takes her in. We both know he’s always been a romantic at heart, and seeing her dressed so elegantly would bring out that softness.

“Ava… you look so radiant.” His voice is gentle, completely in love. There’s something in his tone that suggests he would do anything for her happiness (or to be the very reason for her happiness.)

Though his expression is gentle, he becomes a bit more alert, keeping a close eye on anyone who might approach her. His calm exterior hides a urge to shield her from the guests eyes (and from the rest of the chain) that feels as steadfast as his admiration.

——

Warriors’ usual charismatic demeanor would remain, but there’s a sharper edge to his gaze as he takes in her appearance. (Hunter meets prey….or is it hunter finds mistress to serve? Heheh)

He’d offer his hand smoothly, adopting a charming role, but his expression of being entranced isn’t something he can quite hide.

“You look like royalty, milady.” His words would be delivered with a light bow, but his eyes would linger just a moment too long, almost as if he’s silently claiming her presence.

He’d be quick to offer himself as her escort, positioning himself by her side as though to make it clear that he’ll be the one to keep an eye on her. Though he wouldn’t say it, there’s a slight possessiveness to his gesture, protective and poised.

——-

Wild’s eyes would go wide as he takes her image in, clearly not expecting her to look so breathtaking. (I mean, he already KNEW she was gonna be breathtaking. But dang did she destroy any possible assumptions he made of what she would wear.)

His usual easygoing nature would fade momentarily, leaving him staring with a kind of raw admiration.

“You look…beautiful, Ava.” His voice would be quiet, almost reverent, and there’s a touch of surprise in his tone, like he’s caught off guard by just how strongly he feels.

Though he quickly returns to his usual self, Wild’s eyes keep straying back to her, taking in every detail with a kind of hunger he can’t completely suppress. (It’s all in the eyes, The others would have to nudge him to get him to control His facial expressions) It’s subtle, but his gaze holds protectiveness mixed with admiration.

The chain said there was a grand fancy party?? It's so vague Ava is a little suspicious. But if theyre allowing her to go all out, and they encourage her even, a dress like this is fine, right? There are many people shes mostly close and intimate with attending, and she shouldn't worry about any VIP strangers that she has to put up a front for either. She can let loose, and feel as extravagant and beautiful wearing that wine red ballgown for as much as she likes. Especially when her heroes are looking after her very carefully... :))

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[thelightone]

[peapod20001]

also may I have a Michael you haven't posted him since December and he's on me mind

You saw what happened to the sketch </3

I still can’t draw people holding babies rip

[transexualbutchfagdyke]

I can't write anything rn my brain isn't working but CONSIDER

"I think I may be gay."

"Yeah? What made you realize?"

"You."

[msmoon-and-the-cyberdemon]

Check it out, they got faces now!