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scuderiasundays · 1 year

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better together

summary: airline lounges, box box widgets, and a cheesy greeting card 💌

words: 1,045

a/n: the romcom girlie in me has always wanted to write a meet-cute and i've been listening to too much lizzy mcalpine! tagging @vamossainz55, @sainzcaleruega, @monzabee, @ssainzz, @diorleclerc, and @userlando just because. let me know if you'd want a part two! hugs and kisses 🫶🏼

Love comes when you least expect it. Those same old words had fallen from the lips of every person you knew, so much so that they now felt weightless. On this particular evening, you found yourself at your best friend’s wedding reception, zoning out at the open bar. You nodded along as some man who’d had one too many G&T’s rambled on about his meet-cute on the Paris metro. Seeing two people you adored make a lifelong commitment only reaffirmed the fact that you craved the same.

It was no secret you weren’t exactly the MVP of the single scene. On any given night out, you’d leave the club before midnight to get a full eight-hour snooze. Dating apps were a no-no, as reruns of Catfish had made you skeptical about “finding the one” online. At work, you kept a low profile, socializing just enough to have a tight circle of work friends. It was as if you were coasting on autopilot, wanting love but hesitant to steer towards it.

Not to say that being single was all bad. Every hard-earned dollar was invested right back into the things you loved: trips, clothes, and your dog Cannoli. You silently weighed the pros and cons of your lifestyle as you stepped into the airline lounge.

Setting down your latest read to save your seat, you made your way to the breakfast buffet and grabbed a plate of avocado toast, poached eggs, and a glass of orange juice. On your way back, you spotted someone in a hoodie and cap making themselves at home in the armchair opposite yours.

The whole lounge was virtually empty, and this just had to be his seat of choice? You slowly approached from behind and let out a quiet gasp as you noticed them flipping through your book. “Love languages, huh?” The man pointed at the cover and smiled.

Your pupils dilated twice their size as you registered just who it was. The fan-made bracelets, the Leica, and, most of all, the signature McLaren cap—it all fell into place. “My manager and I just got into a huge argument, and honestly, I’d rather be anywhere but with him right now. Do you mind if I-" He gestured towards the seat beside you, his eyes radiating a silent plea.

“No problem. Let me give you your space,” you responded, hastily gathering your things. Just as you were about to step away, his hand gently clasped your wrist. “I could use the company. I’m Bob, by the way,” he mumbled, oblivious to the fact that his cover was blown.

As in, you knew he was currently seventh place in the driver’s championship and slowly but surely climbing up the standings. The last thing he needed was for you to bring any of that up, so you did as he said, trying to give him a sense of normalcy he so deserved.

He headed to the breakfast buffet and returned with the very items you had selected. "Copying me?" you teased. “First step in getting to know you,” he grinned. Curious about your life, he asked about your job in the emergency room. You told him the hours were grueling but watching extremely sick patients leave healthy made it all worthwhile. "Hope I never end up being your patient," he joked.

His interest didn't stop there; he inquired about siblings (only child), your dream vacation destination (Antibes), and whether you were a dog or cat person (not even a question). You, being a proud dog mom, wanted to show your furry guy off and handed Lando your phone.

As he squinted at your phone, you heard him say, "7 days to go. United States Grand Prix." A wave of panic washed over you as you remembered the Box Box widget that also occupied your screen. The silence was deafening as you wished the ground would swallow you up.

“Let me see the app,” He said. You normally wouldn’t have acquiesced so quickly, but you crumbled and unlocked your phone. He appeared to scroll and click a few things before he handed it back. “Widget Preferences. Constructor: McLaren? Driver: Lando Norris?” You asked as you noticed he’d made some selections.

“You hadn’t bothered with the preferences, so I took the liberty of choosing.” He blushed as the awkwardness of it all hung in the air. “That doesn’t feel fair. I’ve had all this time to get to know you, and I can’t say the same for the other drivers.” You teasingly retorted.

“I'll let the guys know they're in a tight race for your heart." He snickered. The man was on the verge of tears when his manager came by to remind him of his impending flight. “Flight’s in an hour, Lando,” snapped him right back to reality.

He entrusted you with his bags as he ran out to run a quick pre-flight errand. You couldn’t help but squeal the second Lando had vanished from view. What kind of magic was in the air at this airport and could it be bottled?

You tapped through your best friend’s Instagram stories as you awaited his return. The nearly empty lounge echoed as Lando asked a nearby gentleman for a pen and jotted something down. Breathless, he handed you a card, urging you to read it later.

"Your shoelace is untied," he mentioned, and as he bent down to tie it, his blue-green eyes met yours.

The British racing driver left your life in the abrupt way he had entered it. You took in the card, decked out with drawings of mac and cheese, milk and cereal, and avocado and toast, captioned "Better Together" at the bottom.

It was the only card in the store, but it felt just right. You highlighted “words of affirmation” as your love language, so I thought I’d give this a go. Thanks for keeping me company. Talk soon? - LN

His number was scribbled at the end. You quickly changed your lock screen widget to showcase his stats and took a screenshot to send his way.

New look. I might be biased, but I think you just became my favorite driver. Let's see if you can keep it up.

He replied right away.

I like the sound of that. When can I see you again?

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mintsbubbletea · 5 months

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𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨 - 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬

Word Count: 976

Contains: Gender Neutral reader, no pronouns used,Nothing bad lol

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A/N: thanks to @slayfics for the idea tehehehehehehehhe

You tapped your foot impatiently while perched on the edge of your bed, eagerly awaiting Shinso's message signaling the all clear. It had been a nerve-wracking 10 minutes since his last text, and your mind raced with worry that he might have been caught by a teacher - the worst-case scenario. Just as you were about to give in to your anxiety, a notification sound broke the silence. Snatching up your phone, you read his message with a grin, quickly throwing on a sweater before quietly slipping out of your dorm room.

After checking that the coast was clear, you shut the door behind you and made your way to the elevator. Stepping inside as soon as it arrived on your floor, you pressed the button for the ground level. The doors slid shut, and you descended to the lobby. As you stepped out into the lounge, you breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that no one else was around.

"Where do you think you're going?" a voice suddenly rang out. Startled, you gasped and frantically scanned the room before your eyes landed on Tokoyami seated on the floor, engrossed in a book with Dark Shadow snoozing in his lap.

"Fucking hell, Tokoyami," you exclaimed, placing a hand on your racing heart. You could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins. He chuckled, setting his book down on the table. "Couldn't sleep?" you asked, walking up to him. He nodded, his gaze fixed on you. "Always, and what about you? You didn't answer my question," he smirked, already knowing the answer. You smiled, rolling your eyes playfully. "I'm going to see Hitoshi."

"Again? Didn't you see him last night? Around the same time as now?" he inquired, his observation skills on point. "You're quite observant," you blushed. "Could you keep an eye out for Aizawa?" you requested. He nodded. "Of course. Have fun," he said as you quickly left the dorm, stepping into the darkness of the night. The cold air hit your face as you made your way towards Shinso's dorm, where you would meet halfway and spend an hour or two together before heading back and getting some sleep.

As you walked, you finally caught sight of the familiar face you had been longing to see. "Hey," he greeted you with a soft smile, his black hoodie pulled up to his chin to keep warm. "Hi," you smiled back, leaning up to give him a gentle peck on the lips. "What took you so long?" you asked, remembering the seemingly endless ten minutes you had spent waiting.

"Sorry, there were a lot of my classmates around. I had to wait until there were only a few left," he explained, and you nodded in understanding. Unable to resist, you wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face into his chest, seeking his comforting warmth. His arms instinctively pulled you closer. "Are you enjoying yourself there?" he chuckled softly, feeling your face nuzzling against his chest. "Mhm," you chuckled, missing his scent even though you had seen him just yesterday. Eventually, you pulled away and settled down on a nearby bench together.

After 20 minutes of chatting and venting, a notification from Tokoyami popped up on your phone.

"Heads up. Aizawa is on his way," the message read. You quickly showed the text to Shinso, and both of you jumped up, ready to leave. However, your excitement was short-lived when you heard a voice interrupting your plans.

"Not so fast," the voice chimed in. You and Shinso turned around to find a tired and irritated Aizawa standing before you. "Mr. Aizawa," you began, but he cut you off. "Y/n, Shinso, you both know the rules. You can't leave the campus after hours, especially without a teacher's knowledge," he said, rubbing his weary eyes. "What are you two doing out here?" he questioned.

"We were just talking, sir," Shinso replied softly, sensing the tension in the air. "Talking?" Aizawa repeated, clearly not convinced.

"Yes, we just wanted to spend some time together. We don't really have the opportunity during the day, so this was our only chance to see each other," you explained, trying to gauge his reaction. "I'm sorry," you added, feeling remorseful.

"How many?" Aizawa asked, his gaze shifting between you and Shinso.

You and Shinso exchanged glances before turning back to face Mr. Aizawa. "What?" he inquired, clearly confused.

Aizawa let out a sigh, his frustration evident. "How many times have you two been sneaking off? I want the truth," he demanded. Shinso's gaze dropped to the ground, feeling a sense of shame for getting caught by his mentor while trying to see you. "It's been happening for the past two weeks," he admitted reluctantly. You reached out and took his hand, gently rubbing it with your thumb to provide comfort.

"Well, that ends now," Aizawa declared firmly, and you nodded in agreement. "It won't happen again," Shinso assured, his eyes still fixed on the ground. "I'll drop you off at the 1-A dorm every night and pick you up after two hours. Is that enough time for you?" Shinso's head snapped up in surprise, and after a few seconds of freezing up, you squeezed his hand and he soon replied, "Yes, thank you, Mr. Aizawa," with a soft smile. Aizawa nodded before walking away. "You have 10 minutes left. Then you guys have to part ways."

Once Aizawa left, Shinso looked down at you, his hands still holding your waist as he leaned in to kiss your ear. "I didn't expect him to make such an offer," you spoke up, laughing softly at his affectionate gesture. "Me either… but I guess he likes seeing me happy," Shinso mused mostly to himself.

"I'm just glad we don't have to sneak off anymore," you said, relieved. "As long as I get to see you, I don't mind."

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superhaught · 6 months

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Incurable Cravings (Chapter Four)

Pairing: Regina George x Reader

Warnings: none really, just angsty

Word Count: 2200, Part 4/?

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Continuation of Incurable Cravings series!

Little author's note: I made a small edit to Chapter 2 to fix a plot hole that I created for myself. Regina and Leighton have been living in separate homes for five years as opposed to the original ten.

Regina and reader begin to navigate their first day at school in light of their newfound relationship. Reader learns more about the history between Janis, Regina and Leighton.

Regina’s family was complex.

You knew that Ms. George used to be married to Regina’s father. Together, they had twin daughters, Regina and Leighton. You were all around 13 years old when they divorced. The resulting custody arrangement was unusual. Ms. George kept Regina and the house, while Leighton went with their dad and moved to the east coast. You vaguely knew that the father, Henry, got remarried to his college sweetheart, who had an older son from her previous marriage. Ms. George kept her maiden name and changed Regina’s last name to match, and has since also remarried and had Regina’s half-sister, Kylie. Regina’s stepdad, from what you knew, was a high-ranking military official. He didn’t see combat, but he was almost never home. All of them seemed to prefer it that way.

Regina and her stepdad famously did not get along well, so his frequent absence was appreciated by her. And Ms. George enjoyed being able to maintain her independence. She often referred to herself as a single mom, even though she, objectively, was married.

You hadn’t seen Leighton since she moved away, and based on what Regina had said, she had rarely seen her twin either. You were positive that the distance must be hard on them both. Regina and Leighton had always been each other's' best friend when you were younger. They were practically joined at the hip. You remember that when Leighton moved away, Regina didn’t come to school for almost two weeks and she wouldn’t see anyone.

The divorce, and your small friend group falling apart, all happened within the span of a year. And now, as Regina slept peacefully in your arms, you wondered just how much pain she had been carrying.

It broke your heart.

In spite of your racing thoughts, you eventually gave in to sleep yourself and were able to get a few hours shuteye before Regina’s alarm was going off and waking you for school. Regina groaned and snoozed the alarm once before turning over and curling up against your chest.

You giggled at how cute she was being and took to kissing her head and playing with her hair for those ten extra minutes. You felt her press a few soft kisses onto your neck and then the alarm went off again.

You reached over her and turned the alarm off and then rubbed your palm over her upper arm.

The blonde smiled and whispered, “good morning…”

“Good morning, sweetheart. How are you feeling this morning?”

Regina yawned and stretched her arms out a little before responding, “better than I’ve felt in a while.”

“Good.”

She met your eyes, “am I remembering last night correctly?”

“What do you remember?”

She hesitated for a moment, examining your expression, maybe considering dropping it, “I remember you saying that you love me…”

You nodded your head, “I did, Gina,” you tucked some hair behind her ear, “I said ‘I love you.’”

She nodded back and bit down on her bottom lip. You could see the anxiety mounting in her through her tensing muscles and rapid eye movements.

“I…” she began.

“Shhh…” you leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss.

She melted at the contact and let her hand travel over your shoulder and up the back of your neck to hold you close. Regina held you in that kiss for a long while and then just silently nodded again as she pulled away.

“Thank you…” she whispered.

And thus, only a fraction of your conversation actually took place out loud. You never really imagined having a bond like that with someone, not after the years you had lost of growing with Regina and Janis as your closest friends. But right here, in this moment, Regina knew without a shadow of a doubt that you had meant what you said. And you knew that she felt the same way about you in return.

You both took a minute more to play with each other’s fingers as you held hands in the bed.

The blonde kissed your hand and whispered, “I wish we had time to enjoy more of each other instead of going to school…”

“I do too, trust me.”

“I just want this gorgeous body of yours all to myself, all the time…”

You smirked, “you are such a temptress… but don’t worry, Gina. I’m all yours.” You kissed her cheek and then her lips again, obliging her when she grazed your lip with her tongue to deepen the kiss. You shared a few more kisses like this before Regina finally forced herself to sit up.

She looked sore and stiff in her movements. You reached out to gently touch her back after she sat up and you asked, “do you want help getting up?”

“No, no… I’ll be okay. Thank you baby.”

You got ready for the day together. Regina happily let you borrow some of her clothes that she reserved for wearing only around the house. No one would likely be able to tell that they were hers, not that it mattered to you.

Ms. George had fixed you both a quick breakfast and offered you free reign of the pantry to make yourself a lunch.

Regina, with a little bit of encouragement from you, managed to eat a cup of yogurt with granola.

“I’m gonna go start the car, you coming?” Regina asked you when she finished eating.

“Yeah, go ahead, I’ll be right out.”

Regina nodded and left through the front door of her house. You heard the engine of her Jeep start and you turned to Ms. George, who was scrolling Facebook on her phone while eating her own bowl of yogurt.

“Ms. George?”

She looked up at you, “what’s up, sugar?”

“Do you have Leighton’s phone number?”

Regina held your hand the whole car ride to school and walked inside with you, only dropping your hand once you were in the presence of others.

Regina saw Gretchen and Karen waiting for her at her locker so she turned to you and gave you a sweet goodbye with a quick, stolen kiss to your cheek before she split off from you and resumed her normal.

You realized that the two of you hadn’t discussed this part. You didn’t know how long it would be this secret between the two of you, but you hoped not long.

But you were greeted with your own smack in the face from reality when you walked up to your locker. Janis stood there, waiting for you.

You took a deep breath, “hey.”

She crossed her arms in front of her chest, “hey. I want to try this again.”

She stepped out of your way as you opened up your locker and she continued when you didn’t really say anything in response, “yesterday, I know I approached you about Regina in the wrong way, and I’m sorry.”

You grabbed one of your textbooks, “thank you. I forgive you.”

“But… I’d really like to talk to you about this. I saw you leave that storage closet with her. And I saw you go home with her after school yesterday. And, oh my god, you’re wearing her sweatshirt.”

Shit. Of course Janis would recognize it.

“And? What exactly do you want to know?”

“I… well, like what are you guys doing together? Are you hanging out again?”

“I guess we are… yeah. We’re hanging out.”

“Why?! Why would you do that?”

“Janis…” your voice betrayed your sadness and frustration.

“No seriously, come on! You’re one of the only people who knows the truth about what Regina has put me through! I thought you would be on my side!”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and inhaled, “Janis, it’s more complicated than sides… and, and I don’t know that I do know the truth!”

“What do you mean? You were at that party! You were there!”

“I mean, why does Regina think that something happened between you and Leighton?”

Janis’ jaw dropped, “what?”

“What happened between you and Leighton?”

“What did Regina say?”

“She didn’t say anything specific, only that you hurt Leighton somehow.”

“I…” Janis clenched her hands into fists, “that has nothing to do with me and Regina! I don’t even… you knew how I felt about Regina… you don’t really think I deserved what she did, do you?”

“Janis, no. I don’t think you deserved it. I don’t think any of us deserved anything that happened, Regina included. I think we were kids with a lot of complicated feelings.”

Janis stared at you incredulously.

“Didn’t you guys make up at the dance last year?”

“No. We didn’t. She was high on pain medication. She didn’t forgive me and I didn’t forgive her.”

You sighed, “Look, right now, I know that Regina wants me around and I’m okay with putting things behind me so that I can be there for her. But you don’t have to do that. Just don’t get mad at me for trying.”

She stared at you again.

You closed your locker door, “you weren’t the only one of us who was in love with her, Janis. You weren’t the only one who lost her, okay?”

You walked away from Janis for the second time, once again, unsure whether you were making the right choices in navigating this whole thing. You couldn’t exactly tell Janis the whole truth about your relationship, not without consulting Regina about it first. But you knew it wasn’t fair to leave Janis completely in the dark either.

You sat through your math class unable to pay attention to a single word out of Mrs. Norbury’s mouth because you were so caught up in how complicated this all was.

On your way out, Mrs. Norbury called you up to her desk and you obliged.

“Hey, you doing okay?”

You nodded, “yeah, I’m just having a weird week. I’m sorry for spacing out.”

She gave you a half smile, “look, I know your grades are going to be fine, that’s not what I’m worried about. I just want to make sure you’re alright.”

“It’s just friend stuff.”

“Alright, well, just remember that graduation is right around the corner. You need to make sure that you’re thinking about what you want.” She smiled at you as if what she said wasn’t annoyingly vague.

“Have you told anyone else about your acceptance letter yet?” She continued.

“No… still only you and my parents know. I’m not ready to tell anyone else yet.”

“It’s been a few months now, you’ll have to start telling people eventually.”

“I know… I just…”

Mrs. Norbury waited patiently for you to finish.

“It hasn’t really sunk in for me yet.”

She raised an eyebrow. You knew she was suspicious of your answer but she let it go, “okay. Well, if you need anything, just let me know.”

You nodded and left her classroom. Your heart was pounding.

Until yesterday, there was no one that you were overly concerned to talk to about your college acceptance. But now… you’d have to find a way to tell Regina that in just a few short months, you’d be moving to Boston for college.

You hustled to your next class and pulled your phone out as you sat down in your seat. You quickly started a new message to the number that Ms. George gave you.

When you left that class, you checked your phone first thing and you had a text back.

“Is Regina okay?”

You typed your response as you walked, “Regina is okay, but there’s a lot going on right now and I could use your help. I’m sorry to text you out of the blue like this. Your mom gave me your number.”

“So, you and Regina are friends again?”

“Yes.”

“Janis, too?”

“That’s one of the things I wanted to talk to you about… what happened? If you don't mind me asking…”

It took a minute for Leighton to respond. You watched the little bubble that indicated she was typing until her message back finally came through.

Leighton wrote, “honestly? Looking back, it’s stupid and I’m p sure Regina overreacted.”

Leighton tells you that when you were all kids, Janis confided in her that she had a crush on Regina. Janis begged Leighton not to tell Regina, and Leighton agreed, not seeing any reason to hurt Janis and ruin the friendship between the girls. But sometime later, Regina came to know the truth and talked to Janis and turned her down kindly. Janis was still mortified, but beyond that, she was pissed. Janis assumed that Leighton told Regina and wanted to get back at her for it. Janis knew that Leighton had a big class presentation coming up and she came to school wearing a beautifully pressed, matching white suit jacket and skirt. Janis loaded up her lunch tray with everything that the cafeteria had to offer that would stain and then “bumped” right into Leighton, dumping her entire tray onto Leighton.

It was petty. It was stupid. It was misinformed. But it made Leighton cry in the bathroom, and that was something Regina couldn’t abide. Regina planned her revenge, and that’s how the spin-the-bottle party happened. Janis embarrassed Leighton, so Regina embarrassed Janis with the best ammo she had in her arsenal.

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kuni-is-daddy · 1 year

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thinking about Scara and you being on a mission, you and your group set up camp but you felt safer sleeping with him after he saved you earlier, hell scoff and tell he didn’t want to do it (he did) and that your stupid for wanting to sleep with him, but you end up being on his chest as he does work, snoozing you accidentally move ur knee down there, he’ll wake you up and tell you this is your test isn’t it? Getting him hard while you sleeping on him so easy to take right there and then

Ya the rest of the camp heard you guys go all night

#3) BOSS SCARA X F! ASSISTANT/BODYGUARD READER.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Words- 1.23k

Scara fic list ART CREDITS

FT: Teasing, fingering. Part 1!

The abyss, A world within the cosmos of space and time. You've only been their once and that was with your sensei, the strongest human in the world. Il Capitano. Of course, you've seen the horrors, monsters and demons you've never heard of. But to your boss this was nothing. If only you knew that sooner when you were ambushed by a group of abyss lectors while the rest of the group scara was forced to bring along went ahead to set up camp.

You were thrown back after being stabbed through your shoulder. You fell back with a loud thud. The lector charged at you. You we're petrified in fear. You've never been attacked like this before and left in such pained state so fast. All you could do was hold out your weapon in fear, covering you face and closing your eyes as your body trembled with each breath you took. In a instant there was a bright flash of white light, as if all time stoped. You slowly opened your eyes with a view of nothing but red and black ash. Not a enemy was in sight. You sighed with relief. Only to be greeted by a familiar face walking towards you.

"K-kuni.. You saved me!" You got up with a short groan from the stinging pain within your shoulder and hugged him. He sighed. "I turn my eyes for one second because here I thought you we're going to put on some sort of show for me y/n. Or is that something you can only do when you want me?" You pulled away from the one sided hug while he looked you up and down. "Ugh humans really are irritating....... the fuck happened to your shoulder?" He rushed over to you to look at the wound. That was a surprise. Usually he'd just tell you to go patch up somewhere or walk it off. "You fucking idiot. You see how close you got hit towards your neck? What. Did you let that shit hit you?" He sat you down against the boulder to tend to your wound, sterilizing it and wrapping it too stop further infection. You giggled at how focused he was on making sure you we're okay. "Now who's the assistant Kuni?" He blushed and got closer to you "Its still you stupid. And it was nothing- Just need one less liability around here." He gave you a quick kiss on your cheek and then helped you up. "did that hurt?" "N-no kuni" you stuttered. "Good. Because im not walking you all the fucking way there." ((he did))

It was the middle of the night in the camp and everyone slept in shifts, except your boss. You offered to stay up but scara insisted you got your rest. despite that, you just couldnt sleep. You got up and peaked out through your tent before leaving to see if anyone noticed. The coast was clear and you headed to scara's tent. Inside, your boss was busy writing informs to give back to 'his excellency, The shogun' on the progress of your mission. If only she for once came along to see his new technique of the Musou no Hitotachi. He sighed and looked up to notice a shadow appearing from the outside of the tent.

"Come in. Don't waste my time." He was a little caught off guard to see your sleepy form infront of him. "Oh great its you." He said sarcastically. "My lo- I mean. Kuni.. I..I dont feel safe tonight.." "Safe? what do you mean you dont 'feel safe?' is their not anyone on fucking guard outside?" He began to get up. "N-no kuni! Its not that.. im just.. A little shook up from earlier... I never got..Hurt like that before." "Oh really? So the ever so strong y/n never got injured before? Want me to read you a bedtime story~" He said teasingly but stopped after realizing you just held your head down in shame. "God your so sensitive sometimes its annoying. Come here." You walked towards him. "K...kuni... Can i sleep with you tonight...?" "With me? That sounds stupid. I have important things to do y/n." "But kuni~ I wont bother you I promise. I love being with you. You make me feel so safe." Something about you saying that changed his mood through a 180. "Fine. Just dont fucking bother me." He patted on his lap for you to sit, And you gladly did.

You sunk into his warm embrace, Wrapping your hands around him while having nothing but a view of his back and the mesmerizing katana he used to save you with earlier. It was true. Always sitting with kuni or being by his side made you feel so safe despite both of your roles in society. The dead silence around the camp. The quiet tsks and sighs you heard from him with you wrapped around him. Along with the strokes of his pen. Slowly but surely, you fell asleep to the rhythm of his body moving up and down as he breathed.

Smutt

"Alright. I'm done with my work. You can move now" He tapped you but you were sound asleep. Your body looked so peaceful resting on him. Usually your either on guard while he's sleep or finishing work. The two of you never had a chance to ACTUALLY sleep together. The times you wanted to, scara was always so dismissive of it. But now he enjoyed it. And was a little aroused. He tried to adjust and get more comfortable but your knee ended up shifting around his crotch. Fuck, now he was getting turned on. Remembering The way you'd grind your body against him while he laid in bed. How you'd breathe out how much you want him. God he could take you on right now. He tapped your shoulder again "Wake up y/n." You shuffled around, now your ass was against his crotch. "Huh...k-kuni what's wronggg..I was sleepingg"

"your trying to test me right now y/n?" "What...?"

"you wanted to see how hard your master gets when your on top of him.." He whispered in your ear while cupping your ass with his hand. "No.. Kuni I just wanted to sleep with you~" "you are going to sleep with me y/n."

"That's it y/n.. grind on your master like that. Wanna feel that wet pussy all over my cock...fuck..." You shifted on him back and forth. "K-kuni! Don't be so loud or the others will-" he cut you off "I don't fucking care. Let them hear how well my pet is making me feel good" Kuni pulled you into a kiss and you began to shift your hand under his suit, playing with the buttons. "Ah my little pet is so eager to touch me huh? So this was your test for master?~" "..shut up.." he pulled away from the kiss and picked you up, laying you against the table. Giving you a perfect view while he stripped for you. "Shit I love it when you look at me like that. How that pure and innocent facade of yours dies. You really are a slut for me y/n" now it was your turn, but you we're injured so Kuni took your clothes off for you. Examining your body. "Fuck you look so good on the table like that." He brought himself down towards your neck and whispered in your ear while shifting his other hand down to your pussy, inserting 2 fingers. "How about I call one of those pathetic soldiers in here. So they can watch as I cum inside of you. You want that pet?" "aH~ n-no kuni I don't want it~" "you don't baby? I want them to fucking see how they'll never have you, how much you only love daddy's cock. How much I make you fucking beg for me." he began to speed up his pace as his tone turned aggressive. The ecstacy burned through your body. "PLEASE K-KUNI~ YOUR GOING TOO FAST~" "oh yeah baby? Please what? Do you wanna cum?"

"Y-YES KUNI~" "Then beg for me. Beg to cum on daddy's fingers." "AH~ P-PLEASE MASTER~ PLEASE LET ME CUM. I WANT IT~ " Fuck yes Then cum for me pet, squirt all over daddy's fingers. Be my good girl" You let out a loud moan as your cum leaked onto your masters fingers. He pulled away from you while licking his hand clean. "You taste so fucking good y/n. This pussy is all mine." Scara examined your beautiful body once more, how tired you already we're from his fingers. "Let daddy feel those tits of yours y/n" he climbed ontop of you once more on the table and began shifting his hands around your boobs. Caressing them, then rubbing his thumb around your nipple "K-kuni~ be gentle please~" he laughed "Gentle? Is my little slut sensitive around her nipples?" You looked away. "Mmm I don't think daddy can be gentle right now. Wanted to touch these tits of yours for so long, ever since I first fucking saw you, wanted' to cum right on them so fucking hard." "Shit.. as soon as your shoulder feels better I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk."

#genshin smut #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin impact #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x female reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you

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Do you have more of " Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot"? It's so good that I'd like to read more about it <3

Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot pt 10

Pairing: Onesided!Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Modern!Fem!Reader

Words: 2,963

You hitch a ride with the Twins.

Tags: Time Travel, Reader into Movieverse, Dragons: Defenders of Berk, The Night and The Fury, unedited

“Okay, seriously, who’s going to watch the dragons?” Came the muffled voice of Hiccup from outside.

You shifted around, arms pulled tightly, together, rubbing against rough, frayed, grainy fabric, too busy trying to reorient yourself to pay any real attention. You were certain this was going to give you a rash.

You ignored the ruckus going on outside, a dragon attack or something, trying to shift so that you weren’t curled completely around, feet pressed against the knot holding your sack closed.

This wasn’t necessarily what you expected when the Thorston Twins said they had a job for you. You wished you had more time to react before they’d shoved you into the sack. At least enough time to ask for some air holes.

You puffed hot air against your hands, blinking roughly before, all of a sudden, you dropped. You winced as your shoulders met sand, tumbling onto the floor, tumbling out of the sack.

“Yeah, we knew you were going to make us do something stupid like this-”

You landed half on your back and stayed there, staring up at the sky for a good minute as you made an effort to blink away the vertigo.

“-That’s why we brought someone else to take my place.”

Then, you dug shaky hands into the ground, feeling sand catch under your nails with discomfort.

“Hey,” You heard the indignant voice of Ruffnut grumble, “What about me?”

“You snooze, you lose, sister.”

You pushed yourself up by your hands, making out the faces of Berk’s Dragon Riders by the dim light of their lanterns, and hoped with a vague suspicion that you hadn’t stumbled your way into another television episode.

“Hi,” You said, swiveling your head slowly in order to get a good view of all of the riders. For some reason, your eyes landed fixedly on Hiccup, who was very notably refusing to look you in the eye.

You furrowed your brows, wondering where the dragon was.

“Tuffnut,” Astrid reprimanded.

They all held simple box lanterns.

Hiccup had his shield, made of Gronckle Iron, on one arm. It reflected dim light, shining silver and white. Pristine, well taken care of and very, very new. And soon-to-be sullied, probably, too.

“Why doesn’t she stay behind and take care of the dragons?” Fishlegs suggested, “Or-or she could take my place instead.”

Their dragons convened behind them. Toothless snuffled at Stormfly as Barf tried to nip at him from behind. His scales were chipped and a dull green and turquoise. He’d probably need a wash soon.

“We’ve already been over this, Fishlegs.” Hiccup suggested, turning and squinting at him.

You shrugged and turned your eyes to the coast, listening to the sound of claws digging into sand and boots kicking it up. You kept a careful eye on cooling glass, sand red and melted into a small crater, and made a point to stay carefully positioned away from it.

You wondered how difficult it would be to swim back to Berk on your own. Not that you wanted to, anyhow.

“Do you know how to take care of the dragons?” Astrid asked, “We can’t just fly back now.”

“No idea,” You said, just as Tuffnut suggested that they did. Besides that one time during Snoggletog with Hiccup, you weren’t sure you’d ever ridden a one.

“See?” Fishlegs protested, as they quickly fell into chaos, “I didn’t want to do the exercise much anyways.”

“Well, she-she could always come with me?” Hiccup suggested uneasily, as you dug the toes of your boots into the sand, scooting back slightly as the tides swelled, “I could fly her back and meet up with you guys after you finish the exercise. Or I could go and try to find her a dragon. To fly back on.”

You hoped not. That seemed like a lot of responsibility.

“Dude.”

You sighed, completely disconnected as you stared off at the horizon line. The sea was eerily black this late at night. You wondered how things were doing back where you came from, and whether the ocean back in your world was just as cold.

“Hiccup. Really? Now isn’t the time for that.”

“She’s coming with me,” He said, tapping His prosthetic soundlessly into the sand, as if resisting the urge to shuffle.

“For what?” You asked finally, turning around as you pulled yourself from your musings.

“Do you ever wonder what goes on at the breeding ground when the dragons aren’t there? Is it just one big hunk of rock? Or do you think some of them stick around?” You walked alongside Hiccup, trying not to let your feet drag as you walked alongside him.

“Actually, I’m not sure.” Hiccup nodded shiftily, still not able to look you in the eye. His mouth opened and closed once or twice, as if he wanted to say something but thought better of it.

Your hands rubbed at your arms through your thin tunic as you very much wished you were back on Berk, in your bed. But your landlords had just started taking rent.

You wrinkled your nose, trying not to chatter your teeth.

“Do you want my, ah, coat?” Hiccup asked, eventually, before trying awkwardly to pull it off. It was a bit hard considering his hands were full, and so you held out your hand in an offer to hold the lantern.

“No, it’s okay. I mean I wouldn’t want to- take it from you. It’s cold. You can keep it. I can carry- oh.”

Hiccup had settled down his shield and pulled off his coat, offering it to you. You took it with unsure hands, your knuckle brushing gently across his fingertip.

“It’s fine, I have plenty more.” Hiccup said, picking up his shield. It looked like he was about to try and dust it off but thought better of it.

“Really?” You asked. You sniffed it suspiciously, feeling the fur in hand. It was a lot shorter than it had been before, nearly down to the leather and definitely singed in some parts, but it was still just as cozy.

“Well, no, but I was outgrowing it anyways.” Hiccup shrugged with false casualty, head facing away but his eyes looking back at you, just in his green tunic.

You couldn’t make out much else, especially not just by lamplight. He didn’t look like he was outgrowing it.

The fur was incredibly soft between your fingertips, though even without leaning your head in close you could smell the heavy scent of smoke and metal. Hiccup had probably left it in the forge overnight or something. You had heard the Chief complaining about it before.

“Wait, you mean you’re giving it to me? Like, giving it, giving it?” Hiccup flushed under the scrutiny. You decided to dial it back.

“Well yeah, the red-” He stammered.

“-Tunic. Right. Well, I promise I’ll return it to you after.”

“No, you won’t.” He insisted stubbornly, metaphorically digging his heels in. You wondered how neither he nor any of the other Vikings on Berk were ever cold at all.

“I will,” You stared stubbornly back, the two of you locked in a sort of staring contest until you saw Hiccup’s eyes focus on something behind you.

Mournfully, you broke eye contact, and turned to look behind you where, just over a ledge were the smoky beginnings of a fire.

“...Great.” Hiccup sighed, taking the first few steps around you.

You weren’t even sure how they got so far ahead of you two and had the time to put up a fire, but that was just as fine. As long as there was something warm.

“Oh, cool.” You said, tossing Hiccup’s coat back at him as you quickly sped your way out of his range, “A fire. Are we allowed to even have fires?”

“I don’t- you’d have to ask Astrid…”

“What happened to only dragons being able to find Dragon Island?” You mumbled to yourself drowsily, though you were sure you already knew the answer.

A lot of the smoke around the island had cleared since most of the dragons fled it, and it was a lot more accessible now that it didn’t have an armada of scales to defend it.

You wondered if coming back was at all traumatizing for the dragons. Honestly, you were surprised the island had any shrubbery at all, though you supposed that the Timberjacks might need it.

You wondered how the Berserkers discovered this island, if at all an island suddenly appearing from the mist was startling to them. Or if they were too unfamiliar with the area to notice or care. The island was in Hooligan Territory, after all.

You stood at the edge of the treeline as Dagur lifted Hiccup into the air, angrily recounting their last meeting on the island. You had a small dagger clutched in hand, though kept it vaguely out of view, waiting for either Hiccup to signal you, though he was currently enthusiastically shaking his head ‘no,’ or for Dagur to start acting just a little bit too deranged.

“And then you kicked me off!” Dagur grit out angrily, “Why are you here? Are you planning to steal my kill, again?”

Dagur ended the last bit slowly, holding out his sword, the tip of it pointing threateningly towards Hiccup.

“What am I doing here?” Hiccup asked nervously, and irritatedly, somehow, looking back and forth between you and Dagur.

You had to resist the urge to back away as your heart picked up speed.

You asked yourself what in the world had happened between the two the last time they were on Berk together; if this was supposed to happen.

You mouthed a nervous ‘What do I do?’ back at him as you took a hasty step past what looked to be the flayed skin of a Gronkle.

“You know what? I know exactly what you’re doing he-...” Dagur paused, following Hiccup's line of sight. His face scrunched up as if he had only just realized you were there. In all fairness, he probably had.

“You.”

You tried to pull your dagger- well, Hiccup’s, really- further behind you so that he wouldn’t see it, though you had very little hope as his eyes caught it, probably glinting back the light of the fire.

“Nothing! We’re doing nothing.” Hiccup said, laughing nervously and pushing Dagur’s sword down with his fingertips by the flat end as dread coiled in your gut.

“You…” Dagur began with a sneer, shoulders high. Then, suddenly, like the sky after a heavy rain, his face cleared, “You’re on a date!”

You let out a heavy sigh, which morphed into mildly hysterical laughter as the aggressive lines of his face smoothed itself out into a false, strained grim. Then you grimaced, certain you’d missed something in between then and the last time you encountered Dagur.

“A date?!” Hiccup asked, as you attempted to smother your confusion. You weren’t quite sure where he got that idea. You wondered next when his mood would flip.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you!” Dagur finished, opening his arms wide and taking the first steps forward into your direction, “I’m going to enjoy tearing the both of you apart!”

“I wish you had.” You grumbled sourly, very pointedly ignoring the last bit, afraid to poke the proverbial dragon.

You kept a safe distance from the swords and other various weaponry buried into the ground everywhere in sight around the campfire. You took a moment to stare wide-eyed at a skull, a Nadder, presumably, sticking out from a branch hanging over the clearing.

“A firecracker, that one.” The orange firelight flickered menacingly across Dagur’s face, whose eyes were narrowing again. You could see a vein on the corner of his forehead beating. You imagined it might be very easy for him to over take you with an axe, and even easier to hide your remains somewhere on the island.

“No, not really,” You mumbled, wincing, relaxing the hand holding the borrowed knife. You really did need to get one of your own.

“The two of you! Like two elements! Fire and,” Dagur looked over Hiccup, “Something else just as… Ferocious.”

You grimaced as he turned around, shifting away as best you could without being noticed.

“Fire isn’t an element.” You muttered under your breath as Hiccup shuffled his way uncomfortably back towards you. You wondered if it was too soon for you and Hiccup to leave and get the heck out of dodge.

Dagur laughed erratically, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Though, to be fair, you preferred this version of him a lot more to the version you met on Berk. He was much less aggressive this way. Or, at least, purposefully aggressive. Towards you.

“Huh?” Hiccup asked disconcertedly.

“Fire isn’t an element. It’s a reaction. I think,” You stared blankly at Dagur’s retreating back.

“So, what are you here for?” Hiccup asked Dagur as your shoulders bumped into each other. He pulled his dusty shield higher in front of you and further to his left to it covered some of you both as Dagur pulled up an especially wicked serrated blade from the dirt.

Scouring through your memories, you tried to look for something, anything to get you out of this situation. You glanced at Hiccup guiltily. You felt a little bad sometimes, for keeping all these future things to yourself. But you weren’t sure who would believe you, and it had been a whole year and you realized with alarm that you were beginning to lose a few things.

You tried not to think too much about it. The concept was frightening to say the least.

“The only thing worth being out for,” Dagur paused, “Dragon hunting.”

“What happened?” You asked under your breath, leaning sideways closer to Hiccup. You felt the tips of a tuft of his hair scratch the side of your face as you searched Dagur’s, loathe to look away as if it might tell you the answer.

You were half inclined to believe it was your little tussle back on Berk that caused it, but you were sure that wasn’t enough to inspire manslaughter, at least not to any sane mind.

“Oh, well, I said somethings, he said some things, a few words were exchanged-Most of which I probably should have kept to myself-” Hiccup mumbled hurriedly and ruefully back, speaking just above a whisper, “We really need to get out of here.”

“Tell me why I shouldn’t cut you down where you stand?” Dagur scowled, turning back to you.

You felt a bead of sweat slide down your neck, noting from the corner of your eye Hiccup forming the beginning of an answer.

“We’ve got somewhere else to be!” You grinned testily, answering before Hiccup could, “Supposed to meet up with, uh, the rest of our group. A large amount of people. Training exercise. Everyone knows about it, really.”

“What a coincidence. I didn’t come alone either. You’ll have fun explaining where you and your little friends are to my armada.” Dagur stalked up to the two of you, pulling weapons from the ground as he strode.

“Gods, what is it with you and your armada?” Hiccup exclaimed, gesturing with his shield.

As Dagur approached and Hiccup’s shield became less and less of an obstacle between the two of you, you took the opportunity to kick up between his legs, not at all taking the time to watch as Dagur folded over, voice wrought with anger, “Now, that was a little-”

Hiccup engaged his shield partially, dropping it hard so that he delivered a heavy blow to Dagur’s head, and dropped his lantern right by the fire, its metal skeleton bouncing against wood and stone.

Hiccup was smart, sometimes. More mechanically inclined than booksmart, at least outright. You found that to be one of the most intelligent decisions Hiccup ever made.

“Come on!” You began, just as Hiccup began shouting for Toothless.

Hiccup sprinted slightly ahead, collapsed shield in hand as he jumped fully onto Toothless’ saddle.

You followed with a nervous laugh, a skid and a kick of dirt as you stumbled, nearly tripping as you slung your leg over Toothless’ saddle and slid close to Hiccup’s back.

Hiccup was bent forward with the ghost of a fright and a shade of awkward confidence in his voice as he urged you forwards and Toothless into the sky.

Said dragon launched very soon after, making a quick effort to catch up to the rest of the Rider’s dragons, Dagur storming behind you across the clifftops.

You turned to look back quickly, bringing your hand up to Hiccup’s shoulder in an attempt to stay stable even as Toothless flew like a rocket, splitting through the air.

Your heart pounding, adrenaline doing numbers. You felt Hiccup’s heart through his back, like some sort of war drum. You worried he might actually have a heart attack.

You felt his torso stiffening as you wrapped your arms around his middle, though he remained razor focused on the sky in front of him. On the gently curved horizon line in the distance.

Hiccup’s shoulders jumped under your hands as you moved your hands onto his shoulders. Quickly, you pressed up close to his back, so close your upper thighs were pressed to the back of Hiccup’s, in an effort to fight against the pushing wind, and brought your head over his shoulder, resisting the urge to bury your wind-bitten nose into the collar of your tunic.

Being in the sky gave you the perfect opportunity to say it. It was probably inappropriate timing, but as you found Dragon island becoming more and more of a speck in the distance, you found that you didn’t care.

“See? The Earth is round!”

#how to train your dragon #httyd #x reader #fanfiction #hiccup haddock #hiccup x reader #httyd imagine #toothless #fem reader #female reader

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angel-lusions · 1 month

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'songs to get my sydney' fic series

an ongoing collection of (sickeningly fluffy) stories spanning sydney and carmy's relationship that feature/centre around different songs.

this one is 8,000 word vomit of stupid thoughts and little headcanons but i'm somewhat proud of it.

summary: the day after the bear receives its first michelin star, sydney and carmy are invited to a mystery event.

song: baby boy by beyoncé ft. sean paul

my very first sydcarmy fic, so by default, i have to hate it at least a little bit. written because i was and still am obsessed with the idea of a sydcarmy beach day

summary: sydney and carmy take a weekend away from the bear to enjoy some time on the coast.

song: snooze by sza

a sydcarmy week entry!

summary: carmy might be falling in love with sydney. sydney might be falling in love with carmy. it all clicks on a summer afternoon.

song: we might even be falling in love by victoria monét

(if you read any, please tell me what you think!! it means the world to me)

#sydcarmy #chef's kiss #fanfic #ao3 #the bear #sydney x carmy #sydney adamu #carmy berzatto #writing is such an honour #people connecting with my writing is the biggest honour in the world

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fivelakesinwriting · 1 year

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Six Little Harringtons (S. Harrington)

Author's Notes: This turned into more than what I had intended - Steve and his wife take the kids on their annual road trip all while taking a (somewhat painful) trip down memory lane.

Warnings: Swearing, sexual references - innuendos, mentions of grief/ death, *contains brief (personal) theories about what might happen in the final season of Stranger Things, parenting/children, pregnancy, fluff!

Requested: Nope!

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. And you do not have permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

The first Summer was easy. It was just him, the wife and Junior in the station wagon heading down to the coast. A little trailer hitched to the back of the car and away they went. Sunshine, sand, more cassette tapes than anyone knew what to do with and a surfboard no one knew how to use.

Then the twins were born. Three little Harrington's smiled back at him in the rearview mirror that Summer. He was vacuuming Cheerios and Lego pieces out of the backseat until almost Christmas.

Baby number four, the Hellraiser, was a total surprise. They felt like they had finally gotten into a routine with the other three kids and then after a particularly rowdy night out, she came to him one morning and told him she was pregnant again.

Well, fuck.

They swore they were done after number four, because she had been such a handful.

"She's Hell incarnate." Steve muttered late one night after a long battle of trying to get their restless toddler to sleep.

But even as a husband and father, Steve was insatiable with the sex drive of a teenager. Which was why when she told him she was pregnant for a fifth time all he could do was laugh and pull her in for a kiss, while giving himself a silent pat on the back.

That Spring he invested in a Winnebago, cleaned it up and got it ready for the Summer. Then one blazing hot Saturday morning in July he helped load all five kids into the RV. Three boys, two girls and all the comforts of home they required to make it a smooth ride.

"Alright, Harrington's. Are we ready?" Steve smiled as he buckled the last seatbelt on the last baby seat, then ran a hand through his hair.

"Steve! Can you help me, please?" His wife called for him at the bottom of the RV steps.

"Yeah! I'm coming, honey. Stay where you are." Steve replied with a tickle to the bottom of his youngest daughter's foot before he stood up and hurried out of the RV.

"Honey, I would have brought this out. You know you're not supposed to lift anything heavy right now." He uttered as he took the cooler filled with snacks for their brood. He lifted it up into the RV, checked on the kids once more pleased to see them all snoozing peacefully in their seats and gently closed the door.

"Are we stupid for doing this?" His wife asked with her hands on her hips, looking up at him.

"Road trip with five kids? Yeah. But it's tradition." Steve smiled as he placed a soft kiss to her forehead and smoothed a hand on her growing stomach.

"Wait until the RV is full of angry teenagers, then we'll see how much you like this tradition." She laughed with a kiss to his chin.

"What are you talking about? I was a dream as a teenager." Steve scoffed before he pat her hips and made his way to the drivers side.

"I know you're lying, Harrington."

They only drove for about four hours that first day. Two hours, a break for a picnic and a run around in the park, and then two more hours. They ended up at a beach near their motel, but nowhere near their destination. If having five kids taught Steve anything, he knew to let them run out their energy before bed time. Especially on a road trip.

"When we started dating, did you think we'd end up here?" His wife asked as they sat on the sand and watched the kids laugh and play along the shoreline. Cartwheels, kicking a ball and playing tag. Five little best friends.

"Are you asking if when I found you abandoned on the streets of Hawkins ten years ago if I thought that we'd be married with a bunch of kids? Definitely not. I didn't think we'd make it through the night." Steve laughed softly, the grief and trauma still tangible.

They had met days after Steve returned from the Upside Down, after the loss of Eddie Munson. Hawkins was in flames, the city quickly burning to the ground. Residents were evacuating as quickly as they could, leaving all belongings behind.

Steve was swerving and speeding through the wreckage of the streets when he drove passed her home. Covered in dirt and soot, she sat on the front lawn of what was once her home. He couldn't explain his actions, but he couldn't just drive by her. He slammed on his brakes and yelled for her to get in.

She had been by his side throughout the fall of Hawkins. At first he thought they had been paired by tragedy, but as time went on he realized that life was easier when she was around.

The smell of smoke was overwhelming. Burning buildings, torched cars and inflamed foliage surrounded the once quaint town of Hawkins.

His stomach was in knots and his body was sore, but he had to keep going. He got in his car and drove as fast as the old Volvo would go, the engine rattling under the hood as he pressed the accelerator. He rounded the corner of a familiar street, ignoring a stop sign. The city was in ruins, traffic signs no longer mattered to him.

It was her (once) white denim jacket that caught his eye. A jacket covered in dirt and soot from the fires. She was sat on the front lawn of what he presumed was her home, crying. A girl no older than himself, all alone in a crumbling world.

"Get in! It's not safe here!" Steve yelled through his open window.

She asked no questions. She got up from the front lawn and ran towards the car, climbing into the passenger side.

"I'm Steve." He breathed out as he pressed the accelerator once more.

"Callie."

She had stayed at his side through the remainder of the fall of Hawkins. Held his hand as he watched his friends perish, helped him rebuild his life while they rebuilt the town.

The first boy, while nicknamed Junior due to his uncanny resemblance to Steve, was legally named Edward - Eddie - after the boy who gave his life for Hawkins. He had been born with a full head of dark hair, like Steve, and eyes like his mother. Steve didn't think he could love anyone more than Callie, until he met his son.

They had not planned on naming the rest of the kids after anyone else from the Hawkins Tragedy, but the more they thought about it, the more they wanted their friends to live on in more than just local folklore.

The twins were Ellie, affectionately called El after her namesake, and Will. Both named after the two teens that had sacrificed their lives for their friends and for Hawkins. Callie hadn't know them for as long as Steve had, but her life was equally as enriched for having known them.

The fifth was a boy, Harry, named after Steve's grandfather. Steve admittedly didn't have much of a relationship with his actual parents, but his grandfather had been a major influence in his life and when he saw his fourth child, it was like looking into his grandfather's eyes.

The fourth baby, the Hellraiser, was named Maxine, after the girl who had given Steve the most grief during those early days in Hawkins. The original hellion in his life, and the girl he would have died to protect if he could have. While the girl was still alive, she wasn't able to live her life the way she had before. He had told her he named their child after her, and Max gripped his hand and gave him a smile from her hospital bed.

"Alright, Team Harrington! Time to go to the motel and get some sleep! We've got some driving to do tomorrow." Steve called out to his children as he stood up from his spot on the sand then extended his hands to help up his pregnant wife.

They got all the kids back in their respective car seats and made their way to their motel for the night. After three bedtime stories, one about a girl named El, the kids fell asleep. Little Maxine asleep in the bed with them, her foot in Steve's back.

There once was a girl named El, who was the most powerful girl in the world..

Steve and Callie laid in the bed together facing one another while the kids snored softly in the bed and cribs surrounding the room.

"What are you thinking about?" Callie asked softly as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"You, and all of this." Steve whispered back as he gestured around the room.

"Can you believe that we're going to have our sixth baby?" She laughed.

"Oh, yeah. My plan to have a family band is pretty well complete. Just one more kid to go. She's going to be the tambourine player." Steve smirked as he placed a hand on her belly between them.

"And have you decided on a name for our tambourine player, finally?" Callie asked as she ran her thumb over his hairline.

"I've been thinking about the name Malia." Steve replied as his eyes fluttered shut, feeling her soft fingers on his face.

"I love it. Malia it will be. The last piece of our puzzle." Callie smiled before she placed a soft kiss to his scruffy chin.

"Now if Max would get her foot out of my back, everything would be perfect."

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x oc #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington fan fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x original character

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s1llydr3amscape · 8 months

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Double posting in a week surprise!!!! People on twitter have been redrawing this with their crushes so I said heck yeah!! It looks wonky but I rushed it for valentines!! (Still late)

Closeups under the cut! Game Vanny I will be able to draw you istg!!

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fantasy-mixtapes · 7 months

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Adaine Abernant S3 Character Playlist: Side A

So many feelings, so many. Here's to our overworked teenage oracle of all.

Genres Include: Alternative Rock, Folk, Pop-punk

1. Custom Concern, Modest Mouse

Their custom concern for the people Build up the monuments and steeples To wear out our eyes I get up just about noon My head sends a message for me to reach for my shoes and then walk Gotta go to work, gotta go to work, gotta have a job Goes through the parking lot fields Doesn't see no signs that they would yield and then thought This'll never end, this'll never end, this'll never stop

Yeah, obviously, this is about spending so much of your time devoted to a job and losing your mind about it. There are a lot of songs about hating your job, but I don't think they capture the level of dissociation and disillusionment like this one.

2. Why Am I Like This?, Orla Gartland

Last night, I smoked a cigarette My dad would have been so upset Then we got tattoos by the coast Maybe I'm an old soul trapped in a young body Maybe you don't really want me there at your birthday party I'll be there in the corner, thinking right over Every single word of the conversation we just had So why am I like this? Why am I like this?

I can just imagine Adaine getting to experience so much of "normal" teenage life now that she's not controlled by her parents, getting to be the party wizard, getting to be the cool girl with the best friends, and knowing that she still has that little voice in the back of her head.

3. I Don't Know You, Mannequin P*ssy

I know one, two things I have heard about you But I wouldn't tell you No, I couldn't tell you I know three, four things that they say about you But I wouldn't tell you No, I couldn't tell you I know a lot of things I know a lot of things But I don't know you

Adaine's exchanges with Oisin really took me off guard, just because romance has kind of never been able to be on her plate the past two seasons. It totally makes sense, she was dealing with the worst abusive family ever, but also that means that 17-year-old cool girl adaine is absolutely clueless about this stuff (not to say that Oisin is any better).

4. Boreas, The Oh Hellos

Making lists, folding laundry Keeping tidy with my radio show I'd be lying if I told you I'm keeping tidy anymore Yeah, I swing from believing That maybe my working will all pay off To considering drinking with Molotov I'm halfway out the door Maybe then my breath could embody A wildfire starting I'd sweep up the forest floor And my body'd breath life into the corners Be a darker soil

This song, in particular, is MY burnout song. It's one of my favorites, and it (Romans 10:9 by The Mountain Goats) is what I listen to when I just can't take it anymore. Also I love to pepper in a little bit of rage/fire/red imagery into each of the characters since I think we can all tell what brennan has cooking down the line 👀

5. Running Out Of Time, Paramore

Never mind, I hit the snooze on my alarm twenty times But I was just so tired There was traffic, spilled my coffee, crashed my car, otherwise Woulda been here on time Shoulda, coulda, wouldn't matter, ultimate alibi You know it's a lie There was a fire Metaphorically Be there in five Hyperbolically

Obsessed with this song and the entire album, Ms. Williams (and the rest of Paramore, by extension) have my entire heart. I also like that we have cross over with having Cest Comme Ca on the Kristen playlist and this song here. I really like the dreamy quality this one has for Adaine though (could almost say trance-like ha ha)

6. How to Boil an Egg, Courtney Barnett

Pull yourself together, pick myself apart Nothing lasts for never so be still my bleeding heart Oh I've been dreaming, dreaming of a brand new start Yeah, I've been dreaming, dreaming of a brand-new start Oh, you have a great abundance of axes there to grind Remember some people have real problems next time you whine Oh, hang the washing Hang the washing on the line Yeah, hang the washing, hang the washing on the line

I just think she should start charging for prophecies. Like those tarot readers/astrologers on like etsy. People (elves) should fantasy venmo the oracle and she should turn her unpaid position into a lucrative business. Extort some hoity toity elves.

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #d20 #d20 fhsy #fantasy mixtapes #adaine o'shaughnessey #adaine abernant #siobhan thompson #Spotify

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merlot-and-chardonnay · 9 months

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A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons: Chapter 22.5

Chapter 22

You lead Geralt and Jaskier down the secret passageway towards the outside. You take a look out, making sure the coast was clear. Confirmation on Geralt's part was more than enough to signal that it was safe to venture out of the keep.

Meanwhile Daemon walked out of the Red Keep with plans to celebrate him becoming a father once again. The prince had also been over how he was going to break the news to Viserys, both that you were carrying his child again and that you have been his second wife for the last three years. Daemon would need to be strategic about it, no doubt; he would need to fetch the Septon who performed the marriage. Even so, the prince did have some doubts, reluctant as he was to admit; historically, the concept of plural marriage was time and time again condemned by the dominant Westerosi faith, the Faith of the Seven.

Aegon the Conqueror had been condemned doubly so when his wives had also been his sisters; Maegor the Cruel had taken two more wives when his first could not give him children. When two of his wives passed and still had not given him the heirs he desired, he married three more with hopes of increasing his chances. Obviously that never came to pass.

Both times, the High Septon of the Faith always condemned such unions, regardless if incest was involved, loudly declaring them abominations in the sight of gods and men, and the children born of these unions as bastards.

In the end, Daemon merely shrugged off these doubts; ultimately the opinions of old stuffy cunts in heavy robes meant nothing to dragons who did as they pleased and followed their own customs. He may have made vows before the Seven to honor his marriage, both of them, but the Seven were never his gods, they had no hold over him.

Maybe if he was lucky, Daemon could petition the king to annual his marriage to his Bronze Bitch both on the grounds that it was never consummated, and that his new wife had given him what his first wife could not even bother to give.

His contemplation was interrupted when he ran into Ser Harwin. The knight begged pardon from the prince in a hasty apology. Daemon had taken noticed of the man's agitated state, like something was wrong.

Upon closer interrogation, Daemon had discovered your habit of sneaking out of the keep; the last time sneaking back involved a man. The hair on said man's head could not be described, but the moment Ser Harwin spoke of the unnatural gold eyes that resembled those of a cat, Daemon knew.

He knew you were planning to escape yet again, and with the help of that fucking mutant.

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The three of you weren't even halfway to Flea Bottom when you were stopped by men of the City Watch.

Geralt was quick to draw his sword, "get out of here!" he tells you and Jaskier, and the two of leave with Aemma still in Jaskier's arms.

Some of the guards try and stop you, but Geralt either slices of their arms or flat out cuts off their heads. The witcher pointed his sword at the rest of the guards, "if you know what is good for you, leave us be," he warns.

Of course the guards did not listen and charge at the witcher, and of course, he cut them down, in spite of his pain coming and going throughout the battle.

You and Jaskier keep running, pushing past local folk who cursed at the both of you as you ran.

More City Watch guards stop the two of you. You feel yourself start to hyperventilate when you see Daemon approach, hood over his head, Dark Sister unsheathed and held in his hand, and currently pointed at you.

Daemon turned his head towards Jaskier, looking to see his daughter was still snoozing away, "if you know what is good for you and your sister, you will take my daughter back to the keep," he says in a dark, warning tone.

At this point, Geralt had now engaged in one-on-one combat against Ser Harwin, who understandably wasn't too happy that the witcher had manipulated him with Axii. Also at this moment as Geralt started fighting against Harwin, the pain from his injuries was becoming too much to bear, and the witcher was starting to know Harwin Strong's title 'Breakbones'.

Geralt and Harwin locked swords. Geralt could feel himself start to falter, and he casts the Aard sign to push Harwin away. Since Harwin was a rather large man, he didn't get too far.

"Witcher!"

Geralt turns around, sword in hand, ready to face whoever was daring to challenge him. His eyes widen when he sees Daemon's own sword in one hand, and you wrapped around the other. Daemon had his sword pointed at you, ready to slice you in half should either of you try anything.

You try to keep your breaths even, but you did not bother to hide the fear in your eyes. "I should've known you would return," Daemon sneers, "I should have killed you at those ruins when I had the chance."

"Let her go," Geralt warns in a low tone, hatred for this man starting to grow.

Drop your sword," Daemon warns back, holding his sword closer to you, "if you care for (y/n), you'll do as I say."

Geralt initially refused to back down, but as Daemon pressed Dark Sister closer against you, the witcher's resolve started to falter, "is this truly how you treat the mother of your child?" he asks, "this is how you treat the woman you claim to love?" "I will do whatever it takes to protect my family," Daemon insists.

"Geralt, don't listen to him" you say, "take Aemma and get out of here, go without me." "Shut up!" Daemon hisses, before addressing the witcher again, "you should have stayed on the Continent. You have allies to help you out of this mess." "And you don't have your dragon," Geralt sneers back, "I would've stayed, if only you had no taken the two people in my life who mean the most to me."

"Geralt!"

Jaskier's voice forces everyone involved to face the Bard who was apprehended by the Kingsguard.

Leading the charge was Ser Harrold Westerling, "We are going to speak to His Grace about this," the man speaks after taking the scene before him.

-------the Throne Room-------------

Viserys, who had just retired for the evening and had been contemplating paying a visit to Alicent's chambers to perform his marital duties when a guard had entered his chambers and explained there had been a commotion near Flea Bottom this evening, that involved Daemon with allegations that you and Jaskier had tried to steal Aemma away from the Red Keep...with the help of a strange looking man that was known as a witcher.

Upon hearing those words, Viserys had the Ser Harold and the Kingsguard sent to break up the fight; the king got dressed into something a little more decent and donned the crown with the intent of having this matter resolved in the Throne Room.

In said room, Viserys sat the Iron Throne in a similar manner to when Daemon first returned from the Stepstones.

Otto Hightower, who had also just retired for the evening before he was summoned to the throne room, stood on the king's right side while the Kingsguard surrounded the king to protect him if need be.

Daemon stood further from throne, anger in his eyes as two of the guards held Geralt at the center of the room. You stood at the other side with Jaskier, both of you surrounded by two guards.

Viserys said nothing as he examined Geralt, eyeing the witcher up and down. Otto had a look of contempt on his own face, disgust even, as he observed Geralt with his own eyes. The Hand had not forgotten what he had learned of Geralt all those years ago when you first mentioned the White Wolf in your songs; the most memorable thing being the events that led to Geralt being known as the Butcher of Blaviken.

Geralt formed his own opinions as he stared at Viserys. This was the king of Westeros, brother to the man who had stolen you and Ciri from Kaer Morhen. In Geralt's opinion, Viserys seemed to be Daemon's polar opposite; where the prince was a burning raging fire, the king in his stoic demeanor resembled more like smoldering embers, not quite as dangerous, but could still burn your hands if you keep them over said embers for too long.

However more even tempered he is compared to his brother, Viserys is a dragon like Daemon, and like a dragon, the king could strike if provoked enough times (and this in spite of the fact that Viserys is currently not in the best health, something that has not gone unnoticed by the witcher).

"This is him?" Viserys inquires, "this is one of those mutants from the Continent? A witcher?" "It would appear to be so, your Grace," Otto answers, "it can be the only explanation for those unnatural eyes of his. Even in his own lands, the people know him as an abomination."

"I have been called much worse by lesser men," Geralt snorts in a humorless chuckle.

"I will have the truth of what has happened," the king speaks, eyes trained on Geralt, "you have caused a commotion in King's Landing this night, Master witcher. You slaughtered my knights, butchered men of the City Watch, and you were seen sneaking into the Red Keep with the Lady (y/n), only to leave with both her and the princess Aemma. You will explain yourself of these charges."

"What is there to explain, your Grace?" Daemon sneers, eyes also focused on the witcher, "this man is a mutant, it is in his nature. He is one of the many who had abducted Lady (y/n) when she was still with child, he had clearly come back to do so again-"

"Oh, shut up you fucking piece of shit!" Geralt growls at Daemon, causing the Kingsguard to draw their swords in case they need to protect the prince.

Geralt had a dangerous smile on his face as he turned back to address the king, "if you must know, your Grace, the charges are mostly true. I killed the guards, but only because they came after me. Had I not defended myself, they would have killed me." "And the charges my brother had made?" Viserys further inquires, "the ones that you and your...brethren had abducted the Lady (y/n). Do you deny them?"

"I do," Geralt simply states, "only because before this, I had never once in my many years of living my unnatural life set foot on this side of the world. As you can see, your Grace, I stand out quite well in a crowd, both in part because of my hair...and my eyes, and of course this," he gestures to his silver wolf medallion, "this may not mean anything to you or your subjects, but this is what sets my kind apart from the rest of the human population. Surely if I had ever been here before, someone who have noticed and said something about it. How could I have possibly done what this sack of horse manure," he glares at Daemon, "claims I have done if it was not true?"

"The witcher speaks the truth, your Grace," you speak up, pushing one of the guards aside so you could step forth, "he never abducted me...I came to him."

The knights, and anyone else who was present in the room exchanged looks, clearly shocked by this revelation.

There was no going back now, but you could not let this lie continue anymore.

"When I found out I was carrying prince Daemon's daughter, I left Westeros on a ship that took me to Oxenfurt," you explain, ignoring the dangerous look Daemon was giving you, "I met my brother there and he directed me towards Kaer Morhen, where the witchers stay during the winter. I've known Geralt of Rivia prior to my time in King's Landing we had...a special relationship in the past," you notice in the corner of your eye the look of disgust Otto was given you in particular, "That's right, I've laid with a deviant mutant, I'm not ashamed of it. I had hoped Geralt would be at the witcher's keep...and I was right. He and his brothers took me in after I explained my predicament. They allowed me to stay even after I had given birth to Aemma. Geralt helped where he could, and had sworn to protect the both of us...even from her own father."

"...if that is the truth, why did you not dispute my brother's claims before?" Viserys asks. "...because if I didn't, Daemon would've had his dragon burn Kaer Morhen to the ground," you honestly answer, "along with Geralt and the rest of his brothers. They never abducted me or hurt me in anyway. They were good, innocent men that your brother had threatened to slaughter if I did not come back to King's Landing with him."

"I did what I had to bring my daughter back to where she belongs," Daemon insists, turning to Viserys, who was conflicted at this point, "you are a father, brother, you have a daughter you love dearly, you would do anything to bring her back to your family, nothing would get in your way. I have only done what any reasonably loving father would do to protect his daughter. I have done what needed to be done to ensure my offspring was not deprived her birthright."

"You didn't need to bring me back," you sneer, "and you did not have to bring Ciri here either." "You honestly believe a crumbling shit hole like that was suitable for a princess?"

"It was far more suitable then this place ever will be!" you shout, "I will take Aemma from this place, I will never stop trying to leave no matter what to do to me, I won't stop escaping this cage. You can't stop me!"

Daemon rushes at you, dangerous look on his face, "We'll see about that," he then turns to face the king, "your Grace, my dear brother, in light of, I have some news I have been meaning to share with the court as of late. Since finding out that the lady Lark is once again carrying my child inside her womb."

Before Daemon could finish his announcement, one that you have been dreading he would make, a portal appeared towards the end of the throne room, gaining everyone's attention. Out of said portal came a woman with long dark hair and violet eyes. She shouted incantations in the Elder Speech, freezing everyone where they stood except for you, Geralt, and Jaskier.

The three of you recognized immediately who the sorceress was, "Yennefer!" you exclaim, rushing up to the woman and pulling her into a hug. "I've never seen this excited to see me before," the mage jokes. "Well I had only heard just recently that you were not dead," you joke back.

"Your timing was perfect, Yen," Geralt compliments. "How did you even know we were here of all places?" Jaskier asks.

"I'll explain that later," Yennefer answers, "but this spell won't last," she places a hand on your shoulder, "collect your daughter. I'll get another portal open."

You run down the hall towards Aemma's room when you run into a man in robes. You recognized him to be the Septon who had married you and Daemon. He must've been summoned by the prince to confirm the marriage as legitimate.

You feel panic start to rise. If this man opened his mouth, you would never be able to hide from Daemon or anyone who would be more then willing to bring you back to the royal family. In a fit of semi-irrationality, you take your dagger out and stab the man in the gut, multiple times. The first stab took the Septon by surprise, and as much as it disgusted you, you plunged the dagger in again and again until you felt certain he would not survive his wounds.

When you looked down and realized what you had done, you felt sick to your stomach and ran to vomit. This was not caused by morning sickness, but by the fact you had just killed a man in order to cover your own tracks and break the chains that kept you with Daemon. You tried to justify to yourself it had to be done to protect both yourself and Aemma, but this man was still innocent, he didn't deserve to die like that.

"(y/n)?" you hear Geralt's voice and he and Jaskier looked down to see the dead Septon, blood spilling out from his guts, and he sees you trembling with blood on your hands and on the dagger you were still holding.

"Oh my gods, (y/n), what did you do?" Jaskier exasperates.

You shake your head, unable to answer.

Geralt holds on to you, trying to get you back on your feet, "go get Aemma," he tells Jaskier.

"(y/n), look at me," you hear Geralt tell you. You shake your head again, starting to cry and hyperventilate, "(y/n), (y/n), I need you to look at me," Geralt insists, grabbing your face so you could. "Geralt," you sob, "I...I just killed a man. I've never done that before. I...I feel sick."

Geralt sighed, feeling pity at this moment; he knew that feeling, it was something he felt once before when he made his first kill against a human, though it had been different for him as he this was something he had been trained to do. You haven't...you were not a killer like he is. "Hey, it's going to be okay," you feel Geralt hug you. "I had to," you sob some more, "I couldn't let him talk to the king, I couldn't. He was the Septon that married me and Daemon, he was the one who would've confirmed our marriage was real, I had to stop him, I didn't know what else to do!"

"I know...I know," Geralt nods, "(y/n), listen, I know this is upsetting, but we need to go now. You need to keep going just a little longer, if not for yourself, then for Aemma."

You nod, and allow the witcher to lead the way.

The two of you meet up with Yennefer and Jaskier, who had Aemma in his arms. Yennefer was gathering what strength she still had to open up another portal.

"Can't you do this any quicker?" Jaskier exasperates. "I am going as fast as I can!" Yennefer exasperates back, "Magic works a little differently in this part of the world, I can't quite seem to bend chaos to my will like I could on the Continent. Also it took a great deal of Chaos to open a portal here from where I was."

Right then, Yennefer had succeeded in opening the portal, "Shall we?" You take Aemma from Jaskier and place a kiss to her head as Yennefer and your brother go through first.

Geralt follows, stopping briefly for a bit, "I hate portals," he mutters. You laugh a little, fixing to push him in (not really) when you feel someone, grab Aemma, trying to take her from your arms.

It had all happened so fast, but Daemon had somehow been able to break away from the spell Yennefer had cast over him and everyone else in the Throne Room, and once he did, he had every intention to pull the two of you away from the portal, and you could see the fiery rage in his eyes as he did so. Geralt grabs onto you, trying to bring you and Aemma towards the portal. The witcher had thought to use Aard to push Daemon away but he couldn't risk hurting Aemma.

In the end, Geralt had succeeded in getting you through the portal, but not before Daemon had succeeded in taking Aemma out of your arms and then pushed you away.

"AEMMA!" You cry out as you feel yourself get sucked into the portal.

The portal had taken you and Geralt back to the Continent where Yennefer and Jaskier were waiting for the two of you.

You land on belly and quickly get back on your feet, despite the nausea, "AEMMA!" you cry out, running back to the portal, only to have it close at the last minute.

You fall to your knees, tears in your eyes, "No....NO!" You sob out. You couldn't believe it. You were finally free, but at the cost of losing your daughter and leaving her behind in his hand of her father and his family.

"(y/n)?" Jaskier places a cautious hand on your shoulder. You stand up and approach Yennefer, "Make another portal," you insist, "bring her back!"

"(y/n) I...I'm sorry," Yennefer says with a sad look on her face, "it took so much out of me the first time I've done this, and it may not take you back to King's Landing where Aemma is, it might-" "I don't care!" you sob out at her, "Get another fucking portal open, we need to go back for Aemma!"

At that moment, you feel a pain in your belly. It vanished, but then came again. You fell to your knees, but Geralt catches you. "What's wrong?" he asks with concern in his voice. This pain was familiar as it had been similar to when you were in labor with Aemma.

But it couldn't be...this babe inside you was nowhere near ready to come out,

"Geralt," you say weakly, "I think there's something wrong with this baby."

And before I post some more chapters, I must inform my viewers of the ten year time skip so there won't be any confusion, and this will mostly focus on the reader's daughter.

The rest of the story, or at least what I've already worked on is already posted on Wattpad account if you don't want to wait for more.

Chapter 23

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#hotd #geralt of rivia #daemon #the witcher #daemon targaryen #geralt #geralt x reader #viserys targaryen #harwin strong #jaskier #yennefer of vengerberg #yennefer #The Lady of Larks

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vanfleeter · 1 year

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Imagination // JTK

Characters: Jake x reader, twin boys Warning: All fluffy dad!Jake. Author's Note: Little Jake blurb. Was a preschool field trip a few months ago and was inspired by a wooden play boat to write this--and then rewrote it lol.

Summary: Park day with two little pirates.

The weather is perfect for a day at the park so you and Jake decided to take the kids out for some fresh air. As soon as Jake parks the car in an empty space, both boys are already unbuckling their seats and reaching for the door handles.

Jake chuckles. “Boys, relax. The playground isn’t going anywhere.” “Daddy!” The youngest whines as he bounces up and down on his toes. “Okay, okay.” Jake unlocks the doors and both boys are out of the car in a flash and racing each other to the playground.

Finding an empty picnic table, you set the cooler down on top and reach inside for water to hand to Jake. He gives you a soft thanks before turning his attention to the boys on the playground. Tommy plays in the sandpit while his younger brother, Jude swings on the swing set right beside him.

You see Jude’s eyes light up when he spots something on the other side of the playground. He gasps and jumps off the swing before sprinting over to the picnic table.

“Daddy!” He exclaims as he grabs Jake’s hand. “Daddy, there’s a ship!” “What do you mean there’s a ship? Whose ship do you think it is?” Jake says, playing into Jude’s fantasy. “Could it be Captain Blackbeard, Daddy?” “I don’t know, shall we go find out?” “Yeah!”

Jake sets his water on the table and stands up. He grabs hold of Jude and swings him on his back. “Do we see any crew running about on the ship?” He asks. “Do you see any heads?” Jude places his hand on his forehead above his eyes pretending to search the ship. “No heads, Daddy! Ghost is clear!” Jake laughs. “It’s ‘coast is clear’ buddy, not ‘ghost’.” “Oh..” Jude giggles. “COAST IS CLEAR!” He shouts. Jake tilts his head backwards to look at Jude. “Shall we climb the ship and take it?” “Aye! We shall!” Jude says as he throws his fist into the air. Jake chuckles and heads off towards the ship.

Stepping onto the play boat, Jake sets Jude on the ground. “Ship is definitely empty, my boy.” Jake says as he places his hands on his hips. “What shall we do now?” “We sail!” Jude jumps up and down. “Won’t the Captain be missing his ship?” Jake inquires. Jude shrugs his shoulders. “You snooze, you lose.” He says making Jake laugh. “Right you are.” He says. “So who should be the captain of this fine ship?”

Jude rests his hands on his hips as he thinks. He looks around before running over to the side of the ship. He searches the playground before his eyes land on his brother who’s still playing in the sandpit.

“Tommy!” He shouts. Tommy lifts his head. Jude waves at him from the play ship. He stands up from the sand and dusts off his pants before running through the playground towards the ship. “Want to be the captain?” Tommy's eyes lit up and Jake smiled. “Really?!” Jude nods his head.

Tommy climbs onto the ship and immediately climbs on Jake. “What are you doing?” Jake laughs. “You’re the captain.” “I know but I can’t see.” Tommy says. “I’m small.” Jake snorts before repositioning Tommy on his shoulders. “Better?” “Yes.”

Jake chuckles and rolls his eyes.

Ever since becoming a dad, he’s not only their father but he’s also their climbing tree. They’re constantly clinging to his legs or jumping onto his back. They’ll be the reason he has back and knee pains in the future.

“Captain, what do we do next?” Jude calls from the back of the ship.

“Hoist the sails!” Tommy calls. —

You stay watching the three of them running around on the ship when you see Jude fake being struck by a stray bullet and falling against the side of the ship. “We must get him to a doctor.” Jake says as he holds Jude’s body in his arms.

Tommy immediately points towards you. Jake nods his head and climbs off the play ship. Tommy runs ahead of them and jumps up onto the picnic bench beside you. “My sailor needs medical attention. Can you help?”

Jake walks over with a smirk on his face. “He seems to be wounded badly.” He says as he gently places Jude onto your lap. “Well where does he seem to be hurt?” You say. You can see Jude stifling a smile as he lays limp on your arms. “I think he got struck in the stomach.” Jake says. “Oh.. You mean here?” You say tickling Jude’s stomach makes him laugh. “I see he’s very ticklish.”

“Ah! Ah! Mama!” Jude laughs. “I’m okay now, Mama!” You laugh and sit Jude up on your lap. Tommy rushes over and lays his hand on Jude’s forehead. “He’s better. It’s a phenomenon.”

Jake sits down at the picnic table. “Captain, I believe this island would be a perfect place to settle down for a little while, don’t you agree?” Tommy nods his head. “I am a little peckish.”

You laugh at his vocabulary, knowing that he gets it from Jake. “I do believe this fair maiden has food.” Jake says, looking at you.

“I do,” You say, reaching beneath the table and bringing up a cooler. “I have fruit and vegetables but also peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.” She says. “But I like ham and cheese.” Tommy pouts. “I thought you’d say that.” You reach into the cooler and pull out a ham and cheese sandwich and hand it to him. “We have found a witch.” He says looking at Jake.

“Do we think your crew is hungry?” You ask poking Jude in his stomach. He giggles and nods his head. “Potato chips?” “Potato chips?” Jake questions. “How about we start with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and then potato chips?” “What if we put potato chips on the sandwich?” Jude says. “Are you bargaining with me?” Jake says as he leans on the table. Jude leans on the table and closes in on Jake's face. Their noses touch and Jake chuckles. “Alright fine, you can have potato chips on your sandwich.” “Works every time.” Jude giggles as he leans back against your chest.

“Oh-h-h-h,” Jake says as he stands up from the table and pulls Jude out of your arms. “You sneaky little rascal.” Jude screams in laughter as Jake throws him over his shoulder and spins around. “Daddy!” Jude squeals. Jake sets Jude back down on the ground and ruffles his hair. “Go eat.” Jude jumps back up on the picnic bench and plops down beside Tommy. –

Parking the car in the driveway, Jake turns in his seat and looks back at the boys in the backseat. Both passed out in their carseats. He smiles and turns back around to unbuckle his seatbelt.

“I’d say we had a successful park trip.” You say as you both carry one of the twins into the house. You bring them upstairs to their bedroom and lay them in their beds. “From now on, in order to get them to nap, we take them to the park and let them run.” Jake says as the two of you quietly leave the room and shut the door. “Alright well… While they are asleep, I have something for us to do.” You say. “Oh yeah?” Jake smirks as wraps his arms around your waist. “And that would be?” “I need you to wash the dishes while I clean the bathroom.” Jake groans and hangs his head. “Do I have to wash the dishes?” “Would you rather scrub the toilet?” Jake sighs. “No more using the dishes. We use paper and plastic instead.”

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