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Homecoming
Agatha Harkness X Reader
Summary:
"Can we go home?"
Agatha, Reader, and Billy clean up and go home after the showdown with Rio. Home, of course, being the Kaplan residence in Eastview. Three bloody witches in suburbia.
Established AgathaxReader, can be read as a standalone or with my other Agatha fics.
âCan we go home?â
Youâre bloodied and battered, having just been launched around the backyard like a toy. Your voice is raspy but steady as you stumble to your feet, moving almost unconsciously toward Agatha. Agatha, whose arms are opening to you.Â
What a nightmare. Trust Agatha to have the single most dramatic closure talk with an ex youâve ever seen. You would question her taste in women if you werenât also one of her choices.Â
You find purchase in Agathaâs arms, sagging against her. She, with her recently recovered powers, seems better off than you. Billy, too, is in relatively good shape. He holds his hands out under your arms like heâs waiting to catch you if you fall. You want no oneâs touch but Agathaâs right now. âWant to define home for me, honey?âÂ
You consider her words. You had meant the place where Agatha had lived, but that was currently a little busted, what with the showdown with Rio that took out several windows and inexplicably, a sink. Not to mention the lack of a front door and the probably trashed interior, thanks to the Salem Seven. âOkay. Can we go somewhere else?âÂ
You donât know where that would be, but youâre desperate for a place to rest. Agatha might be one of the most powerful witches to ever exist, but you were relatively ordinary as far as witches went, and you were well past your limit. Agatha didnât offer a solution, but Billy piped up almost hesitantly.
âYou can come with me. I mean, to my house.âÂ
Youâre too tired to argue, and Agatha seems to follow your lead. She nods at the boy and you all three make your way around the side of the house to the road, where Billyâs Subaru is miraculously untouched. âWhat a shitshow,â Agatha mutters as she sets you in the backseat, and you canât tell if she means the events of today or the state of the car. Both, probably. There are tumbleweeds of crumpled receipts back here, and youâre acutely aware of the amount of crumbs youâre sitting on. Teenagers have never been known for their cleanliness, but this is really something.
Instead of getting into the passenger seat like you expected, Agatha slides in next to you. She buckles your seatbelt and then hers. Billy waits until youâre both set to start off down the street, and before long your head is lolling against the window as you slip into a fuzzy half-sleep state.Â
The next thing you register is someoneâs fingers in your hair, lightly stroking across all the knots and snarls youâve accumulated. Your head is no longer against the window but on Agathaâs shoulder, soft and reliable. She gently tilts your head up once your eyes start to flicker open, and she reaches over you to undo your seatbelt. With a whispered âhang tight,â she gets out, leaving your side cold without her pressed against you. She opens your door and half lifts you out of the car. You wind your arm in hers and make your way up the walkway of Billyâs house. Itâs quaint, not unlike Agathaâs house. Very suburban. The door isnât locked, and the three of you walk right in. Billy shucks off his shoes at the front door, and you attempt to do the same. Agatha makes no effort. Billyâs mother is on the couch, her back to the door, but she turns around when she hears you come in. âWilliam?â
Billy ducks sheepishly. âHi, Mom, IââÂ
âWhere were you? Youâve been gone for 24 hours!âÂ
Billyâs father comes in from the kitchen and joins the conversation, which at this point is more of a monologue. Lots of âAll day, no communication, where on earth were you?â Their lecture pauses for a moment as both parents simultaneously switch their attention to you. And what a sight you must be. A very disheveled and rather bloodied woman in the arms of a centuries-old witch, who is visibly older than you. Although the age difference is negligible after so many centuries, Agatha does look older than you by appearance. It must be quite the shock, you think, to have your son come home after going missing for a day and bringing with him two unusual guests. Fortunately, Billyâs parents seem more relieved to have him home than anything, and are fairly dismissive of the fact that youâre also here.Â
âUh, Mom, Dad,â Billy says, âweâve had a really long day and theyâre going to crash here, okay?â He motions to you and Agatha, who is at this point holding you up almost entirely, her arm tight around your waist.Â
Mrs. Kaplan nods, turning back to Billy. âYes, of course, sure,â she says, barely paying you any mind. âBut you need to communicate with us, William. We were so worried. And itâs so late!â As the three of you walk past her and up the stairs, her eyes linger on Agathaâs swirling dress and coat. You quickly turn your attention back to the stairs, lest you miss one and send you and Agatha both tumbling back down.Â
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âSo, this is my room,â Billy says, casting his arm around the space, âand this is the bathroom, if you need it.â Itâs a nice little space. Very Billy Kaplan. Maximoff? Who knows. Your attention is fixed on the bed. You want nothing more than to lie down and sleep for a century, but youâre also uncomfortably aware of the blood drying in sticky patches all over your face and neck, courtesy of Rioâs death by a thousand cuts. Youâre so tired youâre numb, and you canât really tell what blood is Agathaâs and whatâs yours anymore. But judging by the way both she and Billy look at you, a good bit of it is yours. Ouch.Â
âLetâs get you fixed up, then we can sleep,â Agatha says, gently prodding you along toward the bathroom. You follow mutely, taking a seat on the closed toilet while Agatha starts running the sink water. She cups her hands and holds the water up to the tiny window, and you recognize Jenâs healing spell. Agatha looks at you and tilts her head back, and you get her message and do the same. She opens her hands over your face, and the water starts to rinse away the blood. Itâs certainly messy, and Billy starts to interject that maybe you should move to the shower for this, but one look from Agatha shuts him up again. She repeats the process several times, picking glass out of your hair and skin where she finds it. Eventually, youâre looking better, and she takes one of the Kaplansâs pristine white hand towels and uses it to gently wipe away the rest of the crusted blood and dirt. You close your eyes, leaning into her touch. She finishes, but keeps her hand on your face, steadying you. You could fall asleep right there.Â
âHey,â Agatha waves a hand toward Billy, who has been observing the entire process from the doorway of the tiny bathroom. âHow about some fresh clothes? Find her something normal, please,â she says. That might be a dig at his current outfit, with its emo sweater and cape. Sheâs one to talk, you think. That purple coat was dramatic as hell. Billy ducks back into his room and rummages through some drawers, and returns with a clumsily folded tshirt and a pair of sweatpants. âOkay?â he asks, and you and Agatha both nod. She closes the door in his face, not taking her hand away from you. Your pulse thumps against her fingertips and sheâs never been so glad to feel it.Â
âUp,â she coaxes, and you obey. She gently shimmies you out of your old shirt, which is beyond repair, and gently pulls your arms through the new one. Itâs a band you donât recognize, but itâs very Billy. She slides your pants down your legs and you brace yourself on her shoulders as you step out of them one leg at a time.Â
âI feel like a baby,â you say as she slides the soft black sweatpants up your legs, settling them on your waist. Agatha looks at you. âYou had a rough go out there. Let yourself be a baby. Youâre my baby.â If you werenât so tired you couldâve cried.Â
Agatha opened the bathroom door again and you emerged back into Billyâs room, feeling slightly more alive than before. Billy is sitting on the bed, but Agatha motions for him to get off. âMy mom said sheâs going to bring the air mattress, so we canââÂ
âTeen, I am four hundred years old. I am sleeping in a real bed. And so is she.â Her hand settles on your shoulder, and Billy understands what else sheâs saying.Â
âOh, I didnâtââÂ
âIâm aware,â Agatha snaps. She turns abruptly from him to pull down the covers for you, helping you into bed. Your bones nearly melt as you relax into the mattress. Agatha walks around the bed to the other side and slides in. You lift your tired head and she helps you nestle yourself in her lap, your face pressed against her soft thigh. Itâs familiar and comforting, and you smile unconsciously. Cracking your eyes back open, you see Agatha stealing a glance at you, before she readjusts herself against the headboard and rests her hand on your side. Billy starts talking, and Agatha responds, but you canât bring yourself to focus. Youâre alive, Agathaâs alive, and youâre safe. Youâre getting real sleep in a real bed for the first time in a week. You drift to sleep with the buzz of Agathaâs voice in your ears and her warmth against you. You breathe deep.Â
Everything else is for tomorrow.Â
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âIs she asleep?âÂ
âNo, sheâsââ Agatha stops herself. Too soon for jokes about that. She pets your hair and you sigh, pressing your face against her lap. âYes, sheâs asleep.âÂ
Billy shifts on the air mattress. âI didnât know you were, like, together,â he said.
âWell, now you know.âÂ
âI thought you and RioââÂ
âThat was a long time ago. Things change.âÂ
Billy paused. âIs that why she was so mad? She wanted you back?âÂ
âGee, I should have stopped to ask her. Maybe when she was busy trying to reap your soul to restore cosmic order.âÂ
âOkay, nevermind.âÂ
Agatha sighed. âI donât know. I donât care.âÂ
âYou donât? But you two were together, you had a kiââÂ
âIâm aware, Teen. But it wasnât supposed to happen. The universe was against it, and I didnât care. I wanted to spit in the face of the universe. And it came back to bite me. I wanted to be as strong as Death.âÂ
âYou were angry.â
âOf course I was. I have always been angry. You try being almost executed by your coven at 19. Given a killing power you never learned how to control. You got just a taste of power and couldnât handle it. Youâd have gone on a spree.â She certainly had, but she didnât say that part out loud.Â
Billy knew, all the same. Who wouldnât give in to the most powerful, most protective part of them? âAre you still angry?âÂ
Agatha looked down at you, breathing deep, eyes still behind your heavy lids. âAnger is a part of everyone. If youâre not angry, youâre either stupid or lying. But there are more things than anger. And donât let anyone give you that positivity bullshit. Life hurts. You canât stop it from hurting. You just do things anyway. And then you find things to hold onto.âÂ
Billyâs eyes fall on you too, and Agatha clears her throat loudly. He readjusts and looks back at Agatha. âAlright.âÂ
âTurn off the light, Teen. Iâm going to sleep.âÂ
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Life had not been kind to Agatha. Gifted with a power that was more of a curse, despised by the one person who was supposed to love her above all. Forced to fend for herself against a cruel mother and a coven that never accepted her. No wonder she turned to the one most reliable part of her, the darkest part of her. No wonder she wanted to get back at the universe, be more powerful than life and death. Bend the rules. But no one is stronger than death. Nicholas, being made partly by Death, was never meant to live. Agatha bent the rules as far as she could. And despite her best efforts, the universe came crashing down on her again, taking her son. Reminding her that she cannot force something that was never meant to be. It was enough to end a person. But Agatha was nothing if not a survivor. And eventually she found things worth holding onto. The most central of whom was now fast asleep in her arms, in the bedroom of a teenage boy. Four centuries of life, day by day, and now she was here. With an emo sidekick and the love of her life and the memory of her very own coven. What a journey. What a way to begin.
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New story drop!
This one is for all you Ark Sibling fans out there, especially now that Sonic X Shadow Generations is out to the public.
This one is based off one of many artworks my friend @cosmoshard did months ago and let create a story based on it.
Summary: Thereâs so many things that the Ultimate lifeform can handle whenever it was thrown at him at full power to take him down. He just never took note a mere child would end up being the one to break his stoic exterior.
Just another fluff filled Ark Sibling story.
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âUghâŚ.â Shadow leaned his body against the wall with his eyes closed, the cool temperature of the metal seeping through his thick quills on his shoulders and back, bringing some relief to his aching limbs. He rubbed his eyelids with his thumb and forefinger, an attempt to try to keep them from shutting close.
The professor had him do some drills to test out his ever growing chaos powers, causing quite a long session to where he pushed himself a little too much for his body to handle to which he ended up passing out due to it. All he remembered was waking up and feeling his body throbbing to where he wasn't able to move for a while.
Luckily, Gerald showed some mercy and decided that it was all they needed to do for the day.
Even then, he felt like he still couldn't fully relax due to his mind still buzzing around.
Mostly due to the other testing they did prior, trying to see if his blood can be made into a cure for Maria. They still haven't found a change in the results as far as he knew, they were just the same as always with very little to say that they made a breakthrough.
But It's been almost 2 years, longer than any of them had originally predicted to find a solution.
It was frustrating to say the least, knowing he was improving on everything except for the exact reason why he was createdâŚ
What was even his purpose-?
âShaddy!â
His ears perked up at the sudden sound of a familiar, young voice coming from his right. He turned to see the source of the voice running at him at full speed, the girlâs pigtailed hair flew out wildly behind her while her sock covered feet nearly caused her to slip on the newly polished floor. That didn't seem to faze her as she kept coming right towards him.
âShaddy, Shaddy!â
Shadow smiled widely at her and held out his arms expectantly, to which she launched herself into his arms. He caught her with ease as she wrapped her arms and legs around him like a koala, hearing her signature twinkle-like giggles as he tightly returned the hug. Despite the girl barely coming up to his chest in height, she was barely a struggle to hold due to his natural strength.
âOh man, you're getting heavy.â Shadow groaned feignedly, shifting both of his arms to support her small body better. âYou gotta tell your grandpa to stop feeding you so much.â
The girl merely giggled, pulling her head back and giving him a wide smile. âYou keep saying that, Iâve seen you lift heavy stuff before.â
âYeah, but you're a different kind of heavy. The type where your arms can hold something one minute then the next they just give out- WHOA!â He suddenly released his arms, making Maria drop before quickly catching her before she hit the ground, causing her to scream out.
âHehey!â
âSee? I don't know why that happens.â
âYou did that on purpose!â She laughed out, trying to keep a mad look on her face, breaking immediately when Shadow narrowed his eyes and smirked at her.
âThat's not true,â he bounced her in his arms slightly. âI told you that sometimes my arms just give out-HA!â He fake drops her again, making the girl squeal out. âTried to warn you.â
Maria laughs breathlessly, trying to lightly pat her hands on Shadow's face in a form of retaliation, with him moving his head back to block from the âattacksâ.
âMaria!â The two were then interrupted by a shrill, panicked voice and saw that it was Allison, Maria's tutor during the day, looking stressed beyond belief. Shadow also saw that she was holding a small pair of shoes in her hand as she came near them panting with her hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath. âAh, there you are.â
âAllison.â Shadow, slightly amused at her flustered state but fought against teasing her since she did look a bit distressed. âWhat happened to you?â
The woman took a sharp inhale, her gaze fixed upon the pre-schooler, who was currently distracted by playing with some of the quills on the side of Shadowâs head and paying her no mind. Immediately he knew that Maria had been the main reason, the discarded shoes being one thing, but the fact the kid was probably running around before she even saw him was too much of a coincidence.
âI was trying to keep up with her. As soon as we left the nursery, she took off like a bat outta hell-, uh heck.â She quickly corrects herself seeing Shadow raise a brow at her and Maria looking towards her with curious eyes. âI think she just wanted to see you, but I almost had to leave the other kids alone if Paula didnât offer to watch them.â
âAh, I see now.â He places the squirming girl down on the floor, loosely crossing his arms. Maria merely smiled up at him until she noticed his change in demeanor and pauses, slightly curling in on herself under his look of disappointment.
âMaria, you know youâre always supposed to stay with Ms. Allison whenever youâre leaving the nursery, right?â He scolded lightly, watching the girlâs shoulders hunch up at the tone of his voice.
She nodded her head slowly, finding the buttons on her shirt more interesting than looking at him. âSo, why did you run off like that?â
She shrugged her shoulders and mumbled under her breath that even his ears couldnât pick up. Sighing, Shadow got on a knee and gently raised her head up with his finger so she was looking at him. âSay that again?â
âI just wanted to see youâŚâ She muttered, tucking her chin into the collar of her shirt.
Shadowâs sharp gaze then softened. He was still getting used to the way a childâs mind worked in comparison to an adultâs since he was around the latter majority of the time, but he was aware of how Mariaâs personality functioned unlike the other kids and that was she can be stubborn as hell, which could also be mixed with determination whenever she had a goal in mind and did whatever it took to get it.
She was only four, but a quick-witted four year old at that.
And for her, it was to see him again since it had been a day or two since they last saw each other; which can feel like a lifetime for a kid her age.
âI understand that you wanted to see me, but you have to understand that you canât run off like that without telling anyone, especially if you didnât know where I was and was searching for me randomly.â He placed a hand on her shoulder, reassuring that he wasnât mad at her when her face started to scrunch up and lip was quivering. âHey, hey Iâm not mad. You just got to think about that next time, okay?â
Maria nodded, wiping at her nose with her sleeve. Shadow fought back a grimace of disgust as she did and decided to help by wiping at the tears in her eyes. Seeing that she was about seconds away from actually crying her eyes out, he gently pulled her into a side hug, to which she immediately melted into, allowing her to release her emotions if she needed to.
Shadow then shifts his eye up towards Allison, who is watching the two of them with a look of adoration, as well as any of the other adults passing by and seeing the whole event, making his face flush red from the attention.
âCould you do me one more little favor?â He patted her arm, pulling back from the hug and waited for Maria to focus on him. âCan you apologize to Ms. Allison for worrying her?â
She glances over at Allison and bows her head towards her. âSorry, Ms. Ally.â She quickly looks away bashfully, hiding her face in the crook of Shadowâs neck again.
He gave Allison an apologetic smile. âSorry again about that.â
Allison shook her head. âNo worries, I'm just glad nothing worse had happened.â She handed him Maria's previously discarded shoes. âSince you're with her, Iâll release her to you for the rest of the day, if that's alright.â
âOf course.â Even though he was allowing it due to him being trusted well enough to watch over her, he could honestly tell that she was done with watching Maria for the day.
âThanks.â Allison said in what sounded like pure relief. Giving them both a wave, she started in a small jog down the hallway back towards the direction of the nursery.
Once she was out of sight, Shadow felt a light jostling on his hand, seeing Maria look at him, worryingly. âWhat's wrong?â
âAm I going to get into trouble with grandpa?â Her voice was small and in a whisper. âHe told me to behave when he's not here.â
âHe's not going to be mad at you.â He said reassuringly. âHe may be surprised that it happened, but it'll take more than that to get him mad.â
Her eyes lit up, relief masking her face. âReally?â
âYes, really.â He motioned to give him her foot, putting on the shoes. âAlthough, I think he will be very amused hearing that you were running like a wild rabbit with no shoes on.â
Maria let out a giggle as she balanced herself against his shoulder as he helped her put on the other shoe. âI'm not a rabbit!â
âI know that, I said that you ran around like one.â He joked, quickly running his fingers under the arch of her foot, causing the girl to let out a squeal and fall back against him as she lost her balance. âYou can be hyper as one too.â
âWell, you look like a hegie-hog.â She said in an attempt of sass, making Shadow huff out a laugh in response.
âItâs pronounced hedge-hog, and I know that already. Even though Iâm something else entirely.â He murmured the last part to himself as he managed to get the last shoe on.
Maria happily tapped the heels of her shoes against the floor, starting to move her arms around and hum to herself, getting lost in her thoughts as she did a small uncoordinated dance.
Shadow motioned his hand out to her, to which she grabbed onto while the two walked together. She began to run in small circles while simultaneously grabbing each of Shadowâs hands as she did, who stopped her abruptly by grabbing onto her shoulders.
âAnd you need to be careful about running around like that, I noticed you were panting pretty hard when you saw me.â He definitely noticed her panting deeply once he held her in his arms, as if she couldn't catch her breath.
Due to her condition making her body have to work twice as hard, it made her become exhausted quicker than most kids around her age group, even if the low gravity helped with her condition to a minimum.
She gave him a sheepish smile and nodded. They continued to walk in a comfortable silence for a while, with Maria breaking it by singing a random song she made up on the spot or asking Shadow random questions, it was mostly stuff he could recall telling her in previous conversations but still answered them to satisfy her curiosity.
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Continuation on Ao3
#I enjoyed writing this one#took me a good long while to finish but Iâm happy with how it turned out.#shadow the hedgehog#maria robotnik#shadow and maria#young!Maria#gerald robotnik#ark siblings#Sonic fanfic#shadow#niya writes#my writing
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To anyone who thinks Bruce has a clear and consistent favourite child I raise you this: it is infinitely funnier for Bruce to have a complicated and elaborate ârankingâ system of his kids that only heâs privy to.
Picture this: Batman, dosed with truth serum, gets asked as a gag from one of the goons holding him captive who his favourite bat-vigilante is and instead of giving a straight answer, he launches into this whole explanation about the ranking system and whoâs in the current lead, whoâs hanging behind, etc. At some point (this is a mystery to everyone involved) a whiteboard appears and he starts explaining his system like heâs a football coach before an important match. Out of nowhere he starts pulling out little cardboard cutouts of his kids and pins them to the board. At some point the red string comes out.
Jason hasnât killed someone in a week? Automatically promoted to favourite. Tim hasnât caused an international incident in the past month? Puts him a few points ahead that keep decreasing the longer he refuses real sleep (20 minute power naps donât count Tim! Says powernap inventor Bruce Wayne). Cass gave him a hug this morning and wished him a good day? Favourite until he gets a call from dick telling him (without shouting!!!!) that heâll be there for this weekâs Sunday dinner. Duke accidentally scratches the Batmobile? Demoted to the âin troubleâ zone (which, honestly, thatâs where his kids spend most of the time inđ). Damian did not attempt to free all the animals in the zoo they visited? Favourite. Until Bruce found out he was just trying to conceal the cat hidden in his room that Bruce explicitly forbade him from keeping.
Dick arrives at the family dinner with a busted shoulder and a bruise the size of Texas on his face? Gets demoted so far down that even azraeil scores higher than him. Heâs in the âin troubleâ zone for a constant month after that. Oh one of them survived an almost death? Favourite for at least the next week. At least. Multiple people survive an almost death? EVERYONES the favourite. The least favourite is the growing grey hairs on his head.
The end of day results are decided by who bothers to wish him goodnight and if all of them have fucked up in some way the past week then Jon (Kent) becomes the automatic favourite until someone cracks a joke that Bruce actually finds funny.
The favourite child changes daily, hourly even, and his kids are aware this system exists and keep trying to crack the code but he always Knows and just smirks smugly.
#batman#dc comics#batfam#bruce wayne#dcu#batfamily#dc robin#jason todd#dick grayson#nightwing#good dad bruce wayne#funny Batman#god I love them#Jon Kent#red hood#red robin#tim drake#damian wayne#batman and robin#robin#robin dc#dc azrael#duke thomas#signal dc#incorrect batfamily quotes#incorrect batman quotes#incorrect dc quotes
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Feral Friday 141 Thoughts    Â
NSFW/MDNI/18+Â Â Â Â
When you really need to ride him...
...Heâs sitting on the couch, watching the dayâs match. Knees spread wide and taking up half the cushions. Youâre cuddled under his arm with your feet tucked up, reading a book or a download on your phone. Itâs in the middle of a steamy scene in your latest bodice-ripper. After chaptersâ worth of fighting and resisting, the heroine is finally going to come all over the big mean villainâs engorged appendage. Â
Youâre so engrossed, youâre sure he can feel your breath change and your cheek heat up where it rests against his chest. Can he sense your arousal as it dampens your knickers underneath the old, softened t-shirt you claimed from his bedroom floor the first time you slept over?
When the whistle sounds to end the half, you vaguely notice, until he stirs next to you. âHey, babe? Â We got any snacks?â
âUmm, I th-think so.â You pull your attention away just in time to meet his eyes. And he immediately knows.Â
âGot yourself a good one there, do you?â Youâve bitten your lips raw, youâre sweating, and your chest is nearly heaving with lust as you nod desperately.
âDo you mind if I take the edge off?â You squeeze your thighs together and feel the slick dripping past the fabric.
âYour finger or mine?â he asks, keeping one eye on the telly and one on you as your maneuver out of your underwear.
âIâm going to need something a bit more this time,â you nearly whine as you launch onto his lap, careful not to headbutt his chin in your urgency.
GAZ â He doesn't miss a beat as you nestle your excited little pussy just over his cock. Heâs already rock-hard and it doesnât take much to pull him out from the sweatpants he wears slung low on his hips.
âTake what you need, love.â He smiles proudly as you drop down onto him, slipping and sliding on your own slick.Â
And you do, pitching forward to settle him against the bundle of nerves deep in your belly.  Heâs so long, he doesnât just graze it, he impales it. You swear heâs in your lungs, stealing your breath with each rise and fall.
He cheers you on the whole way.Â
âLook at you bouncing so well on my cock...So pretty all flushed and sweaty...Fucking hot, you are.â
Your unfairly handsome, quick-tongued rake tenderly wipes the hair and perspiration from your face, and lets you use him until you're shattered and worn out.Â
SOAP:Â He lets you grind against him for a bit through his gym shorts, dick fully chubbed like the pommel of a saddle.Â
âPlease tell me itâs a Scottish highland warrior thatâs got you so bothered, and not some prissy English lord. Youâll hurt my feelings.â He grins, his eyes already rolling back in his head at your steady stroking.
âKeep talking, Johnny.â You hump against him faster, knowing the second you put him in, youâll be done for. A weeping, overstimulated mess before he even catches his stride. His burly, veiny length has an upwards curve like he was molded and kiln-forged just to fit you.Â
And he could go for hours if you didnât wind him up good. Tease him and test him, get his attention exactly where it needs to be.
âLet me suck on your tits, bonny lass.â He deepens his brogue and his voice an octave as he tries not to laugh, while he strips your shirt off and buries his face into your bosom.
You are quite sure that the hot-headed highland scoundrel in your story didnât use the word âtitsâ, but you let it slide. The one between your thighs is everything you need, and more.
GHOST â Heâs wearing jeans, so itâs a bit harder to get him free. After you let out a frustrated huff at the complexity of his wardrobe, he cups you under your ass and stands you both up. Undoing his belt buckle and the fly one-handed before setting you back down astride him again.
âNeedy little dove today.â
âJust let me try, Si.â You rarely ever ride him. The few times youâve attempted it, you give up when your thighs turn to mush and your cunt aches from being split in two. Heâs just too thick for a quickie.
âAre you going to let me help this time, or are you going to be stubborn?â
âHelp!â  The strangled sound escapes your throat as you fit him in to the hilt. He takes up so much space, you canât tell where you end and he begins.Â
âYouâre fucking soaked.â He rolls his hips to stretch you further, to find the right spot, as your slick trickles down to coat his balls. You feel them wet and sticky against your seam.
âMmmh-uhhh, thatâs it. Right there,â you bellow gratefully to the ceiling.
âWhat are you going to do about it?â He grabs your hips rudely, fingers pressing to dimple the skin and hold you down as he spears your nerves like a spike.
You fight against his hold, knowing thatâs what he's looking for. Just a little fire in your belly, a little steel in your spine and your merciless, battle-scarred rogue will give you anything you want.
âThatâs it, dovey. Fuck me good.â
PRICE â Heâs watching you with awe, wide-eyed and slack jawed, so immersed in the act of being milked by your warm, soft walls that heâs relinquished control completely. You know that look too well.
âDo not come yet, John. Please. Think of bullets. Hollow points and grenades. A...ummm, a panzer!â Youâre almost there. So...close your mind is just pulling words from memories of past conversations you were only barely listening to.
âA panzer? Like the bloody old German tank?â he asks with the sort of clarity of mind you need of him in this situation.
âYes, keep thinking of dusty relics rotting in museums. While I ride your big, beautiful cockââ
âYouâve done it now.â He groans, and you feel him stiffen inside you. The sensation of it, coupled with the hot spurts of his spend hitting your most sensitive spot, get you there just in time to join him.
You donât even mind that it was so quick. It warms your heart, and your cunt, that the callous, domineering war hero falls to pieces so completely for no one but you.
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[source (Senior Reporter at Kotaku), linked Kotaku article, two, 'FC 24's performance link', three, four, @/N7SeveranceDay (source of the last two images, "Account supporting BioWare employees laid off in 2023."), five, six, Polygon tweet, Polygon article]
"BioWare Continues to Refuse to Pay Severance" statement transcript:
âBioWare Continues to Refuse to Pay Severance On August 23 of this year, BioWare eliminated âapproximately 50 roles at BioWareâ. Following the layoffs, seven ex-BioWare employees engaged the services of R. Alex Kennedy to represent their interests, stating that the amount of severance offered was insufficient under Alberta common law. Counsel for the employees has attempted to reach a compromise that would avoid requiring lengthy court proceedings, but BioWareâs lawyers refused any offers to negotiate and settle out of court. The basis of Kennedyâs claim is that according to Alberta precedents and under Canadian law, these employees should be receiving approximately 1.7 months of severance per year of service they gave to BioWare. BioWare has now filed a Statement of Defence, which argues that the seven terminated employees are only entitled to two weeks of severance per year spent in service to BioWare, because of a contract provision that Kennedy says is not enforceable. The filing means BioWare will be taking these former employees to court rather than working towards finding an out of court resolution. The developers involved in the suit have expressed their disappointment: - âWe are disappointed that BioWare prefers stalling and intimidation tactics to fair dealing with people who have given years, and in some cases decades, of dedication and hard work to the company.â - âWe believe they are using intimidation and stalling tactics to try and get us to drop out. A lot of the more junior employees and those with families, who had more monetary pressure on them, could not risk waiting on a court case that may take many months more to resolve, and have already had to drop out.â - âAt the time of the layoffs, BioWare offered us professional assistance in finding new employment, and an additional payment, but ONLY on the condition that we signed an agreement saying we cannot talk about any details of the settlement, and that we would completely waive any right to legal action or even to complain in any way about anyone associated with BioWare now or ever in the future. Tactics like that sure make me think that BioWare knows it is in the wrong.â - âDespite what they publicly announced when they laid us off, this process has been anything but empathetic, respectful, and communicative.â The latest BioWare layoffs were the third round so far this year, and many of the developers affected even in earlier rounds are still searching for work, though some have started to find new positions. Regardless of employment status, the members of the current lawsuit state they remain determined to pursue BioWare in court, regardless of their employment status: - âWe strongly believe that if Dragon Age: Dreadwolf does not do as well as BioWare or EA wants at launch, there will be more, even larger layoffs. Therefore, regardless of our own well-being, we believe it is important to hold BioWare responsible and get a clear decision on what settlement amount is legal. Weâre no longer part of the development team, so the best way we can help our former teammates now is to hold BioWare accountable and ensure that the next group who is laid off are not treated as poorly as we were.â November 7th marks âN7 Dayâ, which is a fan celebration of BioWareâs Mass Effect games featuring Commander Shepard and the crew of the Normandy. The developers involved in the lawsuit are hoping N7 Day this year will be a reminder to BioWare of the importance of loyalty to your crew, and hope fans can have a little fun and help express their support with memes and images using an #N7SeveranceDay hashtag. The ex-employees involved in the suit are all based in Canada and have an average of 14 years at BioWare.â
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You can express your support using the hashtag #N7SeveranceDay.
Edit: [Part 2/update] [more on the Keywords topic]
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Hi! I love your writing style, especially how you portrait Rook, it's just how I imagine himđ
Could I request for Rook, Vil, Floyd and Azul reacting to reader calling them "love" or something affectionate for the first time? Maybe with reader realising and imploding on the inside?
Of course no pressure, I eat anything you write anyway!
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GUYS THESE PROMPTS. and thank you so much <3 I like thinking I do a good job đ
summary: accidentally calling them "love" type of post: headcanons characters: floyd, azul, rook, vil additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu, fluff!
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it's a quick slip of the tongue, one he might not have even noticed if he was distracted by anything else
unfortunately, today it's you that's caught his attention, and so he hears and processes every honeyed word with startling accuracy
"Could you pass me that pencil, love?"
wait. that's not what you'd said in your mind
the embarrassment is immediate, and you would have apologized if not for the big grin on his face
he goes on to brag about it to everyone for the rest of the day
...or week
however long it takes for that fuzzy feeling to wear off him
of course, at that point, he'll find you and pester you until you say it again for him
you never did get that pencil.
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perhaps your unfortunate habit of verbalizing your subconscious thoughts has finally come around to punish you
you're in Azul's office at the lounge, and he's explaining something about budgeting
you don't... quite understand, but he seems pretty pleased with himself, so you're happy for him
"I'm so proud of you, love,"
congratulations, you broke him
he forgets everything he said and everything he was about to say
and he just stares
his face burns a bright shade of red, and for a moment he looks around the room as if he's searching for somewhere to hide
you feel bad right away, and make an attempt to explain and apologize, though your own embarrassment makes everything you say unintelligible and even more embarrassing
after a moment of watching you stammer he just shushes you
"I appreciate the compliment. Just give me a warning next time... there will be a next time, won't there?"
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intentional or not, he's been waiting for this moment
it's late, you're tired; Rook had been dragging you around campus all day, showing you his favorite "people-watching" spots
by the time he walks you back to Ramshackle, you're happy, but completely drained
(being around Rook tends to do that)
you're too sleepy to even realize the words coming out of your mouth until it's too late
"Thank you again. Good night, love,"
his reaction is immediate
he launches into a very long soliloquy about his feelings towards you, what a wonderful day it was, and how he treasures your relationship no matter how you define it
already has some petnames of his own for you ready to go
amour, chou chou, chĂŠri, miel, cĹur...
prepare to never hear the end of this
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Vil is actually quite used to being called all sorts of lovely things
...albeit, mostly by his fans
and if it were anyone else calling him their love, he wouldn't have even noticed
but hearing it in your voice immediately catches his attention
the sentence is so simple, of course you would've missed it. he'd simply been giving you some advice, and...
"Okay. Thank you, love,"
he would have teased you for it (lovingly, of course) if not for the fact that it made him feel flustered
him. flustered!
he stares at you until you realize what exactly you'd just said to him, and then, understandably, you freak out
trying to backtrack won't help, neither does trying to explain, or apologizing
after a moment of letting you struggle, Vil just laughs
"My, my. Don't worry yourself, I take it as a compliment. But we'll have to work on your confidence some more, won't we?"
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bruised knees
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warnings: mentions of blowjobs, losing virginity, virgin!reader (but fic is not smut), jealous! and overprotective!rafe, childhood friends to lovers, fluffy
rafe has been beyond overprotective of you his whole life. ever since you met in first grade and you let him borrow your brand new crayon box, only for a bully to come up and tug on your pigtails, causing rafe to pause his coloring to shove him away and tell him not to touch you ever again.
you smiled at rafe, the same smile you look at him with now, and he knew he would take care of you no matter what. you hugged him tightly and from that day on always shared your crayons, and everything else you had, with your new best friend.
âready?â rafe slings his arm around your shoulder, pulling you towards the boat.
âyes!â you squeal, trying to navigate holding your tote bag and backpack at once, when suddenly both are out of your hands as rafe takes them and carries them down the pier.
ârafe, i can carry my own stuff.â you roll your eyes. it's a losing battle, your best friend will always lessen your load, hating seeing you do any sort of physical labor, feeling like that's his job.
âyeah, whatever.â rafe just ignores your argument, it's one he's heard so many times before, yet you make no attempt to take the bags back. âwho all did you invite again?â rafe asks as you enter onto the boat, quickly beginning preparations for the day at sea, having gone through the motions so many times, knowing the boat like the back of your hand even though it's the cameron familys.
âuhh, topper, tina, kelce, steph, tiffy and hayden.â you go through the list of names in your head of friends that will be joining you and rafe on the yacht.
âhow is tiffy since the break up?â rafe asks, knowing you like to talk while you work, pulling various lines while you straighten up the boat to make it more presentable, going through the motions together, always together.
rafes question launches you into a gossip session with rafe, spilling all the secrets your friends told you at your last hang out, but they know you don't keep anything from rafe, so it's no surprise when he knows as well, not that any of the girls would complain, rafe often takes over the role of protector to your friends as well, caring about who you care about.
âthere's hayden!â you call to rafe, pointing down the dock to the parking lot where haydens truck just pulled in, a few minutes earlier than you expected anyone to start arriving.
âgreat.â rafe mumbles under his breath, making sure you don't hear his upset tone. he liked hayden at first, sharing some common interests (mostly golf), but then hayden got far too touchy with you, his gaze heating when it turned to you in a way that infuriated rafe, and he made sure to show hayden when you weren't around how much it pissed him off.
rafe is probably to credit for you never having a boyfriend for an extended period of time, but he can't help it, you're so perfect and no guy can possibly deserve you, so he has to scare them off before you get too invested and give them all of your attention instead of him.
âhey, heyds.â you greet him with a hug after he makes his way down the pier, making rafe grunts as haydens hand rests a little too low on your back for his liking, making rafes mind reel at the possibility of something going on between the two of you.
your other friends slowly begin to pile onto the boat, steph being the last one to get there as she is notorious for being late, which is why you told her to show up half an hour before everyone else, and somehow still managed to get there last.
âready for takeoff?â you ask rafe, stepping away to join him at the wheel while your group of friends find places to sit while rafe navigates the boat towards the ocean.
âi am.â rafe nods, having disconnected the last line. no matter what is happening, you always sit next to rafe on the bench as he directs the boat, ready to be his second in command at any moment, even if its just fetching him a drink or checking the water depth.
âi canât wait to swim.â you say with a sigh, having not gotten out into the water all week, which is rare with how much peace you find in the ocean.
âhow about that one sandbar we took wheezie to?â rafe questions, wanting you to decide where he anchors the boat.
âooh, yes.â you nod.
âshe complained to me last night that you werenât over.â rafe smiles at you when you let out a laugh.
âi donât spend one friday night and she complains! ugh, i love that girl.â you grin thinking about wheezie, treating her like sheâs your own little sister, having known her since she was born.
âyouâll stay tonight, right?â rafe asks, missing you sharing his bed like you do every weekend.Â
âmhm, iâm not driving home after being out on the boat all day, gonna be so exhausted.â you roll your eyes.
rafe smiles at you, wrapping one arm around his shoulder, leaving him to drive with one hand, but wanting you close to him, secretly hoping hayden would look through the windows from the lower deck and see you all cuddled up into his side.
neither of you have ever broached the topic of taking things beyond just friendship, despite rafe desperately wanting to take things further, he doesnât want to mess up the one good thing he has in his life. youâre such a source of brightness that when youâre around him he forgets all about his fights with his dad, or issues with barry.
âhere.â rafe nods to you, immediately going to drop the anchor, planning to stay in one spot all day.
you help him make sure its secure before moving to the main deck with everyone else. âalright, who is ready to swim?â you shout with glee.
âyou know i am.â hayden smirks at you, pulling his shirt off over his head.
âmhm, thatâs why i like you, not afraid to get wet.â you say, rafe carefully watching the interaction, unsure if you meant the innuendo or not.
you take your tshirt off as well, tossing it onto the pile that everyone is making on the sofa, revealing swimsuits underneath their clothes. rafe also undresses, but slowly and quietly.
you tug your yoga pants down next, having kicked your shoes off upon entering the boat. you turn towards rafe, always checking in with him, seeking him out amongst the crowd.
rafe smiles at you, his eyes dropping subtly down your body, quickly checking out your pale lilac swimsuit before he sees a different shade of purple, this time blossoming around your knees.
hayden seems to notice too, a smirk growing on his face when he sees the localized bruises.
âwhat the fuck did you do?â rafe grunts out before he can stop himself and use the calming methods you so carefully taught him.
âwhat?â hayden turns to look at rafe, but heâs already charging at him. rafe shoves hayden backwards, making him stumble but he manages to maintain his footing.
ârafe, chill!â you shout, grabbing at his arm.
âdid he-did you fucking blow him?â rafe questions, pointing to your knees. âhow did you get those bruises?â âjesus, rafe!â you take a step back, but donât drop your grip on his arm, not sure if he would try to pull away. âyou seriously ask me that in front of all our friends? for your information i was working out in the garden yesterday and bruised my knees kneeling on the pavers. but thanks for embarrassing me.â
you drop his arm when you feel tears welling in your eyes, quickly turning and sprinting into the interior of the boat.
you throw yourself onto the bed in one of the two bedrooms, hiding your face in the white pillow as you cry.Â
ây/nâŚâ rafe says softly. you donât jump at his voice, you expected him to follow you, but you donât feel like talking to him.
âplease, y/n.â rafe pleads, and you feel his weight dip the bed down as he climbs onto the mattress.
âstop it.â you whine when rafe pulls you into him, but you donât struggle as he cuddles into you, pressing a kiss against your hair. youâve cuddled rafe before, of course since youâve been friends for so long, but never with this little clothing on, and you are very aware of how much of his bare skin is touching yours.
âi didnât mean to embarrass you, y/n. i just⌠i just got so angry thinking about you possibly doing anything with hayden. i donât like him. heâs not good enough for you.â
âwhy would you even think i would do that though? you know im a virgin.â
the words shock rafe, and you can physically feel him tense up. you pick up your head to look at him, brows furrowed together.
âi-i didnât know that.â rafe just assumed you lost it to one of your short term boyfriends.
âno⌠no i would have told you, rafey. youâre my best friend, i⌠you told me when you lost yours.â you remind rafe of when he was 16 years old and had sex for the first time, calling you only an hour after to confide in you, partly hoping you would get jealous.
âi thought you knew that i wouldnât want to hear about you sleeping with someone. i guess i just figured you kept it to yourself for my sake.â rafe doesnât realize the implication of his words as they flow from between his lips.
âwhy would i?- wait⌠you like me?â you blink up at him.
rafe pauses. now is as good as time as any, especially with the growing threat of hayden and other guys who arenât scared of rafe potentially taking you away from him. âyes. i love you. i think iâve loved you since first grade.â âholy shit, you asshole!â you shout, and itâs not the reaction rafe was expecting as he tenses, waiting for you to run off, or get mad, but instead your shout turns into a laugh, âi canât believe you didnât tell me sooner!â and then your lips are on his, finally feeling the perfect meld of your mouths together as rafe quickly snaps into action, his lips moving against yours as he cups your face.
âi love you too, in case it wasnât obvious.â you whisper against his mouth before resuming the kiss.
âthank fuck, i was ready to murder hayden just because i thought you liked him.â rafe laughs, tugging on your waist to bring your bodies even closer together, leaving his large hand resting against your bare back.
âpshht.â you shake your head. âheâs not even half the man you are.âÂ
âholy shit, i love you.â rafe repeats, taking you in for another kiss.
âmy friends are never gonna believe that we finally got together.â you giggle. âi think theyâve all placed bets.â
âyour friends?â rafe shakes his head. âbaby, i think even our parents have.â
âi⌠iâm really happy we admitted are feelings.â you say shyly, a blush covering your cheeks as you look down, breaking eye contact. âeveryone told me that you liked me too but i was too nervous to ruin what we had.â
âhey, itâs okay.â rafe says softly. âwe have forever this way.â
you feel tears well up in your eyes again as you wrap your arms around rafe, pressing your head into his bare chest.
âgosh, i canât wait to go tell everyone.â you admit with a giggle.
âyeah? wanna go get in the water too?â rafe asks, unsure if your friends waiting for your argument to be over to swim.
âhell yeah.â you slide off the bed, rafe taking a minute to check out your body, not hiding his heated gaze as you catch him.
âholy shit, you are checking me out!âÂ
âduh, youâre my girl now.â rafe smirks, also getting off the bed, placing an arm around your shoulder. âgonna give you bruised knees for a different reason, baby.â
âwait, rafe-â you begin, suddenly not feeling like swimming anymore, but he pulls you out onto the deck, seeing all your friends sitting awkwardly on the sofas, waiting for whatever argument to be over with.
âdonât worry baby.â rafe drops his mouth to your ear, making sure your friends canât hear. âwe can talk about that virginity of yours later.â rafe doesnât give you a second to respond, placing his fingers on your chin and tilting your head towards him to press a kiss to your lips to the chorus of all of your friends letting out woops and claps, along with shouts of âfinally!â
âi told you!â tiffy shouts, holding her hand out towards stephanie. âyou owe me 20 bucks!â
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Sink or Swim
Charles Leclerc x lifeguard!Reader
Summary: in which Charles learns there are some sports heâs just not cut out for ⌠but at least he got a date with a cute lifeguard out of the whole ordeal
Warnings: near drowning
The salty sea breeze whips through Charlesâ hair as he paddles out into the turquoise waters off St Kilda beach in Melbourne. Itâs a few days before the Australian Grand Prix, and heâs determined to catch some waves and soak up the laid-back lifestyle before the high-pressure weekend begins.
âYouâve got this, mate!â His surf instructor Brent calls out with an encouraging grin. The tan, stocky Aussie has been giving Charles private lessons, showing him the proper technique for popping up on the board.
Charles gives Brent a tentative smile back, gripping the sides of the board tightly as he bobs up and down on the rolling swell. Heâs a world-class driver, but heâs way out of his element here in the ocean. Still, he loves a new challenge.
A decent wave starts to form up ahead. âHere comes one! Remember to pop up when I say!â Brent yells.
Charles takes a deep breath and begins paddling hard as the wave builds momentum. âPop up! Pop up!â
With all his strength, Charles pulls himself up into a crouched stance on the board â and immediately loses his balance, tumbling head-over-heels into the cool saltwater.
He breaks through the surface, sputtering and laughing at his graceless wipeout. âIâm afraid surfing may not be for me!â
âDonât give up yet, weâre just getting started!â Brent hollers back with a grin.
For the next couple hours, Charles repeatedly attempts to ride the waves, only to lose his footing or get pitched off every time. Heâs soaked and exhausted, but utterly thrilled to be out on the ocean instead of cooped up preparing for the race.
Youâre stationed on the beach in your red and yellow lifeguard uniform, watching Charlesâ futile surfing attempts through your binoculars. He certainly gets an âAâ for effort if nothing else.
A solid set of waves starts rolling in, larger than the previous ones. You can see the raw power behind them.
âBig ones coming through!â Brent shouts over the crashing surf.
Charles nods and makes his way into position, paddling furiously as a massive wave rears up ahead of him. He pops up on the board at the optimal moment â and immediately gets launched into the air, flipping upside down violently as the full force of the wave pummels him underwater.
You gasp, realizing Charles hasnât resurfaced after the extended pounding. In a flash youâre sprinting across the sand and diving into the choppy water, your steely eyes scanning for any sign of him.
There â a limp figure drifting beneath the surface, sinking slowly.
You kick hard, swimming as fast as you can while the current batters against you. Finally you reach him, wrapping your arms tightly around Charlesâ motionless body and kicking back up towards the air. You break through, desperately gasping for air.
âHelp! Surfer down!â You rasp, hauling Charlesâ dead weight towards the shore as Brent and another lifeguard race out to assist.
You lay Charles on his back in the sand, quickly checking for a pulse. Faint and thready ⌠but there. You tilt his head back and seal your lips over his, exhaling two rescue breaths into his lungs to fill them with air.
Nothing.
You interlock your fingers and start performing hard, rapid chest compressions. âCome on, breathe!â You growl through gritted teeth, your powerful arms pounding against Charlesâ chest.
Finally â he coughs and sputters, vomiting up saltwater as his eyes flutter open in a daze. You roll him on his side, patting his back firmly as he continues coughing and wheezing.
âWh-where ⌠am I?â Charles murmurs hoarsely, blinking slowly as he takes in your face hovering over him.
You give him a relieved smile. âDonât worry, youâre safe on the beach now. Iâm the lifeguard who pulled you out, you nearly drowned out there.â
He squints at you, still looking dazed and confused. âAm ⌠am I in heaven? You must be an angel ...â
You canât help but let out a little laugh at his muddled words, your cheeks flushing slightly. âNo, definitely not heaven. Just good old St Kilda beach. How are you feeling?â
âLike I got hit by a truck,â Charles groans, gingerly touching his heaving chest. âEverything hurts.â
âThatâs what happens when you take on a 12 foot wave,â Brent chuckles, toweling off Charlesâ soaked hair with a caring hand. âLetâs get you warmed up and looked over, eh?â
With your help, Charles is able to stand unsteadily. You wrap a thick towel around his shoulders, rubbing his arms briskly to get the blood flowing.
âI donât think surfing is my calling,â he chuckles weakly, leaning into you a little.
âProbably not,â you agree with a smirk. âBest to leave it to the pros from now on. You saved yourself from becoming the first ever Formula 1 driver shark snack.â
Charles laughs, grimacing and holding his ribs. âOuch ⌠donât make me laugh, everything hurts when I laugh.â
âWell then letâs get you looked over and make sure nothingâs broken or bruised too badly,â you reply gently. Keeping an arm around Charles, you begin walking him slowly back across the beach towards the lifeguard hut.
As youâre tending to Charles, cleaning the sand off his cuts and wrapping his chest snugly, he gazes at you with wonder. âI donât even know your name, angel.â
You shake your head with an amused smirk. âItâs Y/N. And Iâll accept being called an angel just this once after saving your life out there.â
âY/N,â Charles repeats, committing it to memory with a warm smile. âIâll never forget it. Youâre my guardian angel today.â
You canât help but blush a little at his sincerity and charisma, even soaking wet and battered on the bench. Thereâs just something magnetic about Charles.
Once heâs patched up, Charles stretches out his legs with a wince. âThank you for rescuing me. I very clearly should not have tried to take on that monster wave.â His eyes twinkle roguishly. âThough I have to admit, the thought of you giving me mouth-to-mouth was quite nice.â
âOh stop it,â you laugh, playfully swatting at his shoulder. âI was just doing my job. But youâre welcome, even if it means no more surfing lessons for you.â
âAh yes, my pro surfing career is tragically cut short,â Charles jokes wistfully. His expression turns more serious. âBut in all honesty ⌠you saved my life today, Y/N. I canât thank you enough for that. I would be lying at the bottom of the ocean if not for you.â
You meet his warm green eyes, his face still holding the fading marks of his near drowning. âIâm just glad I was in the right place at the right time to help.â
A charged moment passes between you before Charles clears his throat, looking almost sheepish. âSo, uh ⌠I know this might seem a little forward of me. But would you want to maybe come watch me race this weekend? As my personal guest?â
You blink in surprise at the unexpected invitation. âOh, I-I donât know, that seems like a lot of-â
âPlease, I insist!â Charles cuts you off eagerly. âItâs the absolute least I can do to try and repay my own personal angel for saving me.â He gives you a playful grin. âUnless you make a habit of turning down devilishly handsome race car drivers?â
You roll your eyes at his playful cockiness, but youâre already smiling and shaking your head. âYou know what, why not? It could be fun to see you in your natural habitat.â
âFantastic!â Charles beams happily. âThen itâs a date â well, not a date exactly, more like ...â He stumbles over his words sheepishly.
âItâs a date,â you confirm with an amused smirk, putting him out of his flustered misery.
Charles lights up, reaching out to take your hand warmly in his. âA date it is then. Thank you again, Y/N. Iâll show you a much better time at the race than I did trying to surf today.â
You give his hand a squeeze with a fond smile. âIâll hold you to that, Charles Leclerc.â
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Hello everyone! I'm back with another Merlin au! This time featuring a role reversal and Merlin getting yet another job that he never wanted! Enjoy! :D
EDIT: You can find part 2 of this au here!
This au takes places during the season four finale, when Arthur gives up on being king and tells Merlin that Camelot will have to find itself another king if they defeat Morgana, since Arthur no longer feels worthy of being king.
So, Merlin leads him to Excalibur and helps him draw the sword from the stone in front of the people of Camelot, successfully convincing Arthur to believe in himself and his place as a good leader.
That night though, after Arthur confided in Merlin about his worries of Morgana's magic being too powerful for them to fight, Merlin sneaks back into the castle in dosguise as Dragoon and plants the curse that will strip Morgana of her powers the next day. However, he gets caught in the act by Morgana, who of course immediately starts attacking her sworn enemy.
Merlin is put on the defensive, putting all of his efforts into shielding himself from Morgana's attacks and fending off Helios and his fighters at the same time. After a few minutes, his spell that disguises him as Dragoon fades, as all of his magical strength is poured into his fight against Morgana.
Merlin can see the exact moment that Morgana's eyes widened with shock, and it's then that he realizes what had just happened: Morgana knew exactly who he was now.
After the moment of shocked silence passed, Morgana started cackling, finding the situation hilarious. She taunts Merlin, asking if Arthur knows what he is. Upon seeing Merlin wince, Morgana offers him a deal: join her side and help eliminate Arthur, or he can burn in the courtyard like so many of their magical bretheren. Morgana sneers at him that he'd better accept her deal, as he'd burn on a pyre at Arthur's hand even if Merlin kept fighting at his side.
Merlin, predictably, rejects her offer and continues his attack, rebuking Morgana for her cruelty and violence. At this point, their fight had migrated all the way out into the courtyard, which gave them more space to use more destructive spells against each other.
Morgana hurled fireballs at Merlin, and he responded by throwing blinding arcs of lightning at her. Morgana managed to barely sheild herself against the attack, but Helios and his men weren't as lucky and were blasted away in the attack, all of them fatally wounded.
Seeing that her backup was now gone, Morgana redoubled her attacks, franticly throwing spell after spell at her prophesied killer. As Merlin desperately shielded himself, he had an idea. The very thought of it caused guilt to well up in his throat, but he saw no other way to survive.
As Morgana renewed her constant barrage of spells, Merlin didn't defend himself with a shielding spell. Instead, he powered all of his already diminished power into a redirection spell, attempting to throw Morgana's spells back at her.
Sure enough, as soon as Morgana's spells collided with Merlin's redirection spell, they were launched right back at Morgana, who didn't have enough time to dodge or shield herself from the blast.
Morgana's own spells hit her with all of the killing intent that she had aimed at her mortal enemy, and her spells accomplished their goal: killing their target.
Merlin both shocked and horrified as he looked down at Morgana's body, as he didn't intend to kill her, only subdue her so that she could stand trail and face Arthur's justice. However, it seemed like Morgana's own murderous fury had been too strong for even herself, ultimately bringing about her demise.
As Merlin silently held onto Morgana's fallen body, just as he did on that fateful day when he poisoned her and pushed her into Morgause's clutches, he saw the run begin to rise over the castle. He quickly jolted up at the sight, his heart leaping with panic, since he needed to be back in Arthur's camp in the woods before anyone noticed that he was gone!
Merlin ran out of the castle, quickly finding his way back to Arthur's camp, and planning out what he was going to say to hopefully explain his absence. Maybe picking medicinal herbs in preparation to help anyone wounded during the upcoming battle? That would work!
But... there wasn't going to be a battle, since all of their enemies were now lying dead in the castle's courtyard, unknown to all of the fighters preparing to give their lives to retake their home. Shit, everyone would start looking for answers the moment they set foot in the castle, how was Merlin supposed to throw them off his trail?!
Merlin was so preoccupied with these thoughts swirling around his head as he ran back to the hidden camp that he didn't notice the many eyes peering at him from a certain window in the castle, with the men inside having seen everything that had just transpired.
(When Morgana had taken over the castle, she had locked all of the lords and older knights on Arthur's council in an old meeting room, planning to execute them later. She didn't plan to rule with some useless council to hold her back after all!
It was truly an unfortunate coincidence for Merlin that the particular room that Morgana had locked them in had a perfect view of the courtyard below and the unexpected battle that took place on it that night.)
Merlin, luckily, managed to make it back to the camp just as Arthur was waking up, and no one else seemed to have noticed that he was missing that morning, too preoccupied by preparations for the upcoming battle. Merlin breathed a sigh of relief when no one commented on him being gone. Maybe this would actually go smoothly!
That morning, Arthur gave a rousing and inspiring speech to his people, ready to lead them into battle. With the light shining on him and Excalibur by his side, his people ready to follow him to the ends of the earth, Arthur looked every bit the king Merlin imagined he could be. Looking at Arthur, King Arthur, Merlin's heart swelled with pride and hope. And if he had to blink some tears from his eyes, then no one commented on it.
Still, the fact that Arthur was leading them into a battle that was already won had Merlin shifting his feet with nervousness. How would Arthur react? Would anyone discover that Merlin was behind Morgana's defeat? Would they question their unexpected boon, or would they simply accept it with relief?
Merlin's anxiety heightened with each step the army took towards Camelot. While the army, along with Tristan and Isolde, were going to try to storm the castle from the main entrance (which Merlin knew would be easier than anticipated, since Morgana's army was dead), a smaller group comprised of Arthur, Merlin, Gwen, Percival, and Leon were sent through the underground tunnels to launch a sneak attack on Morgana.
Merlin just put on a stoic face and nodded as Arthur outlined the plan, still trying to figure out how he could avoid suspicion after the army of Camelot realizes that Morgana and her army were already defeated.
Their small group easily makes to through the tunnels, which puts Arthur more on edge, as Merlin can see that he thinks that it's almost too easy, like they're walking into a trap. Merlin wished that he could allay Arthur's fears, but he couldn't at the moment, not without revealing that he knows too much.
When they reached the dungeons, Leon and Percival separated from them to go free Gwaine, Elyan, Gaius, and the other prisoners held down there. Meanwhile, Arthur, Merlin, and Gwen headed for the throne room, with two of them tense and ready for a fight against a formidable sorceress, and one of them tense under the weight of his own secrets.
When Arthur burst open the doors to the throne room, adrenaline rushing and ready for a fight to the death, he was ready to see his sister on his throne, mocking and tormenting him. Instead, to his shock, he found his entire council inside, alive and well and loudly squabbling amongst themselves.
Upon hearing the doors to the throne room crash open, they all froze and grew silent, turning to look at who was there. They all relaxed upon seeing Arthur, but tensed when they saw who was standing right behind him.
"I'm glad to see that all of you are unharmed, but what are you all doing here? Where is Morgana! We must defeat her at once!"
The lords' eyes grew wide as they started murmuring amongst each other in sharp tones. Finally, Geoffrey was pushed forward, seemingly appointed as the voice of the group.
"Welcome back, my lord. It is truly a blessing to see you back unharmed. However, we do bring troubling news to you. It is with a heavy heart that we inform you of these changes."
Geoffrey trailed off from there, his face grim. He seemed reluctant to say anything further, much to Arthur's frustration and horror.
"What do you mean news? What has happened? What has Morgana done?!"
Geoffrey sighed, looking every bit of his numerous years. After another tense moment of silence, Geoffrey spoke again.
"Sire, we wish to inform you that Morgana Pendragon is dead. She was killed in a battle in the early hours this morning. Her body still lies where she met her demise in the courtyard."
While Merlin grew pale and tensed even more, both Arthur and Gwen stumbled backwards with shock at Geoffrey's words, the breath knocked out of them both by the unbelievable news.
"What- How did this happen?! Who could have... how is that even possible?!"
"We," Geoffrey replied as he gestured to all of the lords and council members standing around him, "witnessed all of it from a room overlooking the courtyard. It was an unbelievable sight, one that I myself might not believe if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. A lone sorcerer called lightning down on all of Morgana's soldiers, killing them in an instant. He then proceeded to battle Morgana to the death in a duel of magic. He managed to defeat her before leaving the citadel in a hurry."
Arthur stood, frozen, as Geoffrey's words swirled around his head, almost comprehendible. Many conflicting feelings- relief, grief, shock, horror- welled up in his chest, almost choking him with their strength. He was paralyzed as he grieved his sister, celebrated his kingdom's safety from her wrath, and feared this new, more powerful sorcerer who had single-handedly defeated his sister, the most power magic user Camelot had ever seen.
Merlin, meanwhile, stood completely still, his heart beating as fast as a rabbit on the run from a wolf. They saw him, they all did. But it was dark, so maybe they didn't recognize him? Merlin hoped with everything he had that they hadn't recognized him during the battle.
Grimacing again, Geoffrey cleared his throat, apparently having more to say. Merlin's heart leapt with terror as Geoffrey opened his mouth once more.
"Sire, it is with great remorse that I must inform you of this, but there is more news. As is law, Morgana took the throne through right of conquest, as your father did in his time. Morgana was, in the time she ruled Camelot with her forces, the rightful ruler in the eyes of the law.
However, this sorcerer defeated the the ruler of Camelot and conquered her entire army. By the laws of Camelot and by the right of conquest, he is the rightful king of Camelot. Therefore, unfortunately, unless you formally challenge him for the throne and win, we cannot reinstate you as king at this time."
If it was possible, Merlin became even paler at those words, feeling woozy and sick to his stomach. Had he just sabotaged his own efforts?! He did all of this to keep Arthur as king, not undermine him!
Gwen gave a loud gasp, a look of horror on her face, while Arthur's jaw clenched in anger and frustration.
"This is preposterous! Whoever that sorcerer is, he fled! He cannot become king, nor can I challenge him, if he isn't even here!"
Merlin took a staggered step back as Geoffrey's eyes landed on him. He had the grasp at the pillar next to him for support under the old librarian's gaze. He knew.
"The sorcerer did leave after his battle with Morgana, as I said earlier, but I'm afraid that he is here right now, sire."
Merlin felt like he was about to faint. Oh gods, was he about to throw up?
Arthur's entire body jolted to attention, his grip tightening on the sword as he registered Geoffrey's words. He forced one strained word passed his clenched jaw.
"Where?"
Geoffrey motioned one of the other lords on the council forward, and he stepped forward with the coronation crown and royal seal resting on a pillow.
"The council and all of Camelot's vassal lords feel that it is in Camelot's best interest to acknowledge and formalize the sorcerer's claim to the throne at this time, as we are yet unaware of his true power or the danger he poses should he decide to attack. We unanimously agree that it would be best to not give him any reason to retaliate against Camelot, as we fear he might if we do not acknowledge his rightful conquest."
Arthur's face fell, his expression ashen and devastated. His own council had turned against him? They had chosen this unknown and potentially dangerous sorcerer to place the lives of his people in?
Arthur, Gwen, and Merlin were all frozen with shock and dread, looking on in horror as Geoffrey took the coronation crown and royal seal from their cushion and stepped forward, approaching the paralyzed trio.
"It is with a heavy heart that we crown the new king of Camelot, ascended through the right of conquest over Morgana Pendragon."
Geoffrey moved past Arthur, looking at first like he was heading for the door behind them, but Merlin knew who he was actually walking towards. Merlin flinched backwards, trying to get away from Geoffrey and the crown he was carrying, but he was stopped by the hard stone wall behind his back.
"We, the council and lords of Camelot, do declare our fealty to the slayer of Morgana, the prophesized sorcerer known as Emrys, King Merlin!"
Geoffrey punctuated his announcement by placing the crown on a very pale Merlin's head, much to the horror of Arthur and Gwen.
And it was at that moment that Merlin did faint.
That's all from this au for now! Let me know what you think of it and if you'd like a continuation of this au! Until next time!
And, as always, thank you for reading through my ramblings! :D
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genshin men sleeping habits
premise: in the early glows of the morning, you wake up in the vice grip of your lover. while itâs very heartwarming, you need to go to work. how does he convince you to stay in bed with him a little longer?Â
tw: suggestive for the last one
pretends to be asleep but doesnât let up with his fucking grip regardless
youâve. tried. everything. you tried nudging him awake, even gave him a couple kisses, but he doesnât let up. instead, he groans and flips over, taking you along with him. you yelp, unable to brace for impact as youâre suddenly on your side. Â
he shuffles a bit, wrapping his legs around you a little tighter (if that was even possible). he presses his nose into the crook of your neck. he sighs, content.
after minutes of effort, you decide to relinquish any hopes of waking him up.Â
âi give up,â you say. âyou win. a little longer wonât hurt, right?â
you get no response. but you donât really need one anyway.Â
heâs not a very good pretender, with the way his lips canât help but break out into a little triumphant smile.Â
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he ambushes you when you least expect it
after many attempts to squeeze out of his hold, youâre successful. out of breath, maybe, but at least you gained the ability to finally roll out of bed and start the day.Â
sitting up, you give one last glance to your lover. the way his chest rises and falls so rhythmically. the peaceful look on his face. the way he squints when the sunlight hits his eyes. how his hands unconsciously look for you again. you almost feel bad.Â
that is, until you take oneâmaybe two, if heâs feeling generousâsteps away from the bed. without any kind of sign, signal, or warning, he launches out of bed. he lunges at you like a ravenous wolf, wrapping his arms around your waist and hauling you back to bed with great force. he huffs when you land on his chest, but heâs quick to recover.Â
he wraps his arms around your shoulders, locking you in with his legs. âyouâre not leaving me.âÂ
you canât help the grin spreading across your lips as you squirm. âlet me go. iâm going to be lateââ
he retaliates by peppering your neck with chaste kisses. ânuh uh. yo canât leave me. my heart wonât allow it.âÂ
you canât even turn to face him. âhoney, if you donât let me go, next time iâm going to burn your breakfast.â
âuh huh.â
âiâll steal all your favorite clothes and hide them,â you threaten.
âplease do. iâm sure youâll love my birthday suit,â he quips back.
âand iâm going to use all the hot water.â
âwe can always shower together.âÂ
âiâllââ
âdo youâre worst. i can take it,â he teases. âiâm still not letting you go. i chose you, iâm going to keep you âtil the end of time. forever!â
with that, he presses sloppery kisses all over your face despite your protests that he needs to brush his teeth. even so, you canât help but feel as if staying for five minutes more might not be so bad.
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âassuresâ you that getting ready doesnât take as long as you know it does
âwhat if i did your hair and makeup for you?â he muses, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek.
you scoff playfully. âdo you even know my makeup routine?â
âit canât be as complicated as mine. oh! you could eat breakfast while i button up your clothes for you.â
his offer gets a laugh out of you. âwe both know youâre not going to finish buttoning it up.â
âhm? whatever do you mean?â his hands drag down your waist to your hips, tracing slow circles. âyou donât trust me to put your clothes on for you?â
âi donât think theyâll stay on, thatâs the problem,â you say, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. âyou know how you get in the morning.â
âdo i? how about you remind me? my little friend could use some help waking upââÂ
you give him a look of warning, to which he groans. âfine, fine.â
with that, heâs left you in silence, absentmindedly petting your head. he closes his eyes.
...
...
...
âif you arenât going to say anything, iâm going drop kick you.âÂ
he huffs. âdonât rush your genius boyfriend. what if i brushed your teeth while you brushed your hair? as they say, teamwork makes the dream work.â
you furrow your brows. âwouldnât you get toothpaste on my shirt?â
âhow about the other way around?âÂ
you smile. âhmm... i like the sound of that.âÂ
he smiles back, pressing a kiss to your nose. âwell okay then. five more minutes it is then.âÂ
you snuggle into his embrace, knowing very that he just spent the last five minutes trying to convince you to stay for five minutes more.Â
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he suggests the two of you go for round two
he puts on a mischievous little grin, one you know is up to no good. âwhat if we âsleptâ a little more and you called in sick?âÂ
his hand crawls down to your inner thigh, tracing teasing circles. âyouâd be too sore to go to work anyways...you need to take care of yourself. what would your boss say if she saw you walking with a limp. hm? what do you say?â
you scoff at that. âi donât think the solution youâre thinking of is going to help that.âÂ
he purses his lips, as if in deep contemplation. with his free hand, he grips your hips a little tighter to pull you back towards him. you stiffen in surprise at something hard pressing against the curve of your ass. his morning wood twitches. âare you sure? maybe youâre sore because you havenât done the proper stretches yet. luckily for you, your precious boyfriend knows a couple ways to get your hamstrings all loosened up. i could draw us a bath after... turn on some music... maybe go again? doesnât that sound good?â
you chuckle. âyouâre impossible.â
he presses a soft, open-mouth kiss to the crook of your neck. âonly with you, love.âÂ
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Platonic
part 2
summary: When Lando's "playboy" imagine is setting a bad reputation for him. He's turns to the person he trust most in this world for help.
pairing: landonorris x bestfriend!reader
warnings: none (i don't think)
part 1
âWell iâve got to say, youâve saved me a lot of work. Are you sure you guys can make this work?â Zak asks, sitting across from you and Lando âAm I really that bad?â Lando asks sitting back
âYesâ you and Zak answer in sync âYes Zak, we know each other well enough to make it workâ you agree
âGreat, race weekend starts tomorrow so we want you guys to enter the paddock together and be more affectionate towards each other than normalâ Zak flaps his hands around causing both you and Lando to rolls your eyes
âOkay great, are we okay to leave? Iâm really hungryâŚLando?â
âYes, they have your favourite in hospitality, Iâve already ordered them for you. They are probably going cold by nowâ he smiles âThank youâ you kiss his cheek âI love you, enjoy mediaâ you rush out the door
âAre you ever going to-â Zak begins âNo Zak iâm never going to tell my best friend and the girl that has rejected me several times that i am madly in love with herâ he sighs getting out the seat and walking out the office
âHe will tell her one dayâ Zak mumbles to himself
ââââââ
It was the Friday of race weekend and still early hours of the morning. You felt like you had thrown everything from your wardrobe to the floor in a short space of time, stressed you flop backwards onto the bed.
âWhatâs wrong?â Lando laughs, learning against the door frame with his arms crossed âI have nothing to wearâ you sigh sitting up
âWell judging by the floor in here I think you have quite a lot to wear, come on since when did you ever care what you wore to the paddockâ he asks sitting next to you
âSince we were in a fake relationship, Zak sent me a text this morning telling me to make sure we get something good for and i quote soft launchâ
âWell if weâve to soft launch why donât you just wear one of my shirts?â he asks taking your hand dragging you up from the bed âI do that all the timeâ you sigh following him to his bedroom
âNot in public, come on how cute would this be on youâ he smiles picking up a shirt from the floor âOkay first, that has a stain on it that i donât even want to know and second didnât one of your exâs wear that in the paddock one time?â you scoff
âDonât get your thong in a twist itâs ice creamâ
âI told you donât judge my underwear Lando!â you yell hitting him with a pillow âTrust me princess, Iâm not judgingâ he throws his hands in the air, defending himself
âDo you have something for me to wear or notâ you ask running your hands through your hair putting the pillow down
âWell I was saving this for a surprise butâ he begins, kneeling down to reach under his bed âHereâ he hands you a t-shirt
âI thought you said you werenât making anymore purple merch!â you squeal taking it out the package âThereâs only one of them in the world, especially made for youâ he smiles as you try it on
âIt fits perfectly! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!â you smiles as he spins you around âNow go get change and let me drown you in my sentâ
âYour sent?â
âNot only will you smell good but youâll also smell like me when you go near fans, media and other drivers. Get rumours going fastâ
âThe rumours already go fast!â you yell going back through to your room
You find a nice pair of jeans shorts to go with the shirt and get yourself ready for the day, and in best attempt to tidy the mess you made around the room
âPrincess! Come on! We really need to go!â Lando shouts from outside the door âYou can come in! Iâm not naked!â
âWouldnât have bothered me if you wereâ he smirks opening the door âThatâs enough, how do I look? Is the outfit okay?â
âYou look beautifulâ he smiles, walking over to you kissing the top of your head âThank youâ you return the smile leaning into him âAre you ready to be my boyfriend?â you ask tilting your head up to face him
âOne day I will be yeahâ
âStop joking aroundâ you laugh hitting his shoulder as you leave the room to go into his âWho said i was joking?â he asks following you
âSpray meâ you say handing him his favourite spray âMy favouriteâ he smiles âI knowâ you squeeze either side of his face
âOkay turn around and keep spinning while i spray youâ
You spin around as Lando sprays you, both laughing while you do so âYou can stop laughing nowâ Lando wheezes âIf I stop you need to catch meâ
âOkay stop!â he laughs wrapping his arms around your waist quickly âThank youâ you gasp trying to catch your breath back, wrapping your arms around his neck âAre you ready to go?â
âBefore we do, I want to thank you for doing this, you donât understand how much this means to meâ
âLan, honey. I do understand. Just promise me one thingâ you say playing with the hairs on her neck
âAnythingâ
âThe next girl that is lucky to end up with you, treat her like a princess. Youâre an amazing person and anyone would be lucky to have someone like youâ
âI promise. I love you so muchâ
âTo pluto and back?â
âEven further than plutoâ he smiles kissing your cheek
ââââââ
âAre you ready to make a decision that thereâs no going back on?â Lando asks from the car, taking your hand in hisâIf itâs any decision that helps you I wouldnât think about going backâ you smiles squeezing his hand âLetâs goâ
As you leave the car, Lando wraps his arm around your shoulder and you take hold of the hand around you. As you approach the photographers he begins to whisper jokes in your ear.
âI need to go to inside to talk to the engineers and mechanics. Do you want to wait in my drivers room?â he stops as you reach the garage âYeah iâll get you in there okay, be goodâ you say wrapping your arms around him
âFor you always, unless youâre into thatâ he whispers âLandoâ you laugh pushing him away âIâll see you soonâ you says kissing the corner of his mouth
As you walk away Lando watches you, saying hello to everyone you walk by in a McLaren shirt.
If this was supposed to be pretend he had to get it out his head that it felt so real.
part 3
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The Captain's Favourite
Pairing: captain!Hongjoong x doctor!reader
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Struggling to steady your laboured breath, you pressed a trembling hand against the stab wound beneath your chest. Blinking rapidly, you attempted to regain clarity in your vision. From what you could discern, it seemed like the injury might not involve a vital organ, offering a glimmer of reassurance.
However, the stark reality hit hard â you were the sole medical professional on board.
You were always the one attending to the health of your fellow crewmates and never the one in need of medical attention. That all changed abruptly during the unexpected ambush launched by a rival pirate crew.
They strategically targeted a crucial member of the crew before escalating the assault further. The rationale was clear â if the ship's only medical personnel was incapacitated, who would attend to the wounded? Save for the captain, you were the next most important person on the vessel.
But the enemy was also aware you were so much more than just a doctor, "There she is, Captain Hongjoong's favourite. Get her," were the chilling words that you heard before feeling the sharp pain of a dagger piercing your abdomen.
The duration of the battle became a haze, with moments of consciousness slipping in and out as you observed, through blurred vision, your crewmates fighting back fiercely to defend your ship and all the treasures within.
The fight finally ended when your captain impaled the rival leader directly in the heart. Hongjoong, visibly exhausted, let out a weary exhale as he dropped his sword, "Take him and go, the rest of you. If you don't wish to join him in the afterlife." He commanded.
The rival pirates hastily moved to remove their leader's lifeless form from your ship without having to be told twice. It took no time for Captain Hongjoong to scan the surroundings anxiously, his heart racing as he searched for you.
"Wh-where is sheâ"
Before he could finish the sentence, he noticed what seemed to be your boots tucked away in a corner, cleverly concealed behind barrels. The enemy had evidently gone to great lengths to ensure you wouldn't be discovered until it was too late.
Without wasting a moment, he sprinted towards you, pushing all the obstacles out of his way with newfound strength fueled by desperation. His eyes widened, feeling his heart lurch at the sight of the red staining your shirt and your pale complexion.
"No, no, no, no, no, don't you dare leave me!" Hongjoong screamed, gently pulling you into his arms, "Hey, look at me. I'm your captain, and I order you not to close your eyes."
However, no amount of commanding could mend your injuries, and he was acutely aware of that fact. Time blurred as he urgently directed his crew to transport you to the nearest town without delay. Losing you was not an option he was willing to entertain.
Drawing on his experience from observing you tend to injured crewmates countless times, the captain applied pressure and bandaged your wound to minimise the bleeding until you could receive proper medical treatment.
Upon arriving at the closest town, you were swiftly taken to a medical facility, where Hongjoong fought to catch his breath as they gently took you from his arms, "Don't worry, we'll take care of her," He gave the medical staff a firm glare, "You better."
The nurse nodded nervously, motioning for him to wait by the available bench. Everyone in the facility recognised him; it was the very place he had taken you away from many years ago. As a woman, you had been denied the chance to prove yourself despite being an apprentice there.
That changed the day Hongjoong arrived, bloodied and in need of help.
With all the doctors unavailable, you, the only trainee present, seized the opportunity to showcase your skills by treating the pirate captain.
While he rested after you tended to his injury, Hongjoong overheard a conversation between you and your superior. Rather than receiving praise for your competent work, you were berated for not adhering to the rules and taking matters into your own hands.
Enraged by what he heard, he proposed taking you in as the crew doctor. Despite being aware of his pirate status, you agreed because no one had recognised and acknowledged your skills the way he did.
As time passed, you'd grown to harbour feelings for one another. Though neither of you openly admitted to them, the entire crew was well aware of the captain's undeniable affection for you. They often wondered when Hongjoong would muster the courage to confess.
You were used to him always watching out for you; he would go to great lengths, even pretending to be unwell just to stay near you. He'd reprimand other crewmates for inconveniencing you with their minor issues; a total hypocrite himself. It was hard for you to not realise the fact that he was clearly favouring you, especially when everyone aboard has been calling you 'the captain's favourite' since day one.
Except he would always be in denial whenever teased about it, despite his actions proving completely otherwise.
Now, waiting anxiously, he regretted not revealing his feelings sooner. The thought of you potentially dying without knowing his love haunted him. Reflecting on missed opportunities, he questioned why he hadn't uttered those three words earlier. What was holding him back? What was he so afraid of?
After what felt like an eternity, he was finally allowed to see you. Entering the room where you rested, he held his breath until relief flooded over him at the sight of your chest rising and falling steadily. He sat beside you, gently holding your hand to his face and pressing his lips against your palm, "Oh, thank god, you're okay."
Tears streamed down his face silently, oblivious to the fact that you'd awakened to his sobs. You smiled weakly, moving your fingers to wipe his wet cheeks, "Who would've thought? The mighty Captain Hongjoong is crying for me."
His head shot up immediately, a tearful chuckle escaping him and he nodded, "That's right. Do you see the power you have over me?" Taking a deep breath, he decided it was now or never, "I love you so much, you know that? You mean the world to me."
You nodded, "I love you too, captain. Thought you'd never admit it."
Leaning in, he kissed your lips softly, "I'll tell you I love you every day now if I have to. And I refuse to let anything like this happen again. You're moving to my quarters at once."
If you thought he was joking, you were mistaken. Things were about to change drastically. Consider yourself promoted from crew doctor to the captain's most valuable treasure, as if you weren't already.
Now that we have Prince San, General Seonghwa, and Captain Hongjoong, I'm still contemplating what other roles to assign to the rest of the members.
Anyway, really hope you're all enjoying these imagines. Thanks for reading, and as always, let me know your thoughts! <3
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short and sweet lando + reading blurb for @coff33andb00ks đ i really, really hope you like it, viv! you know my thoughts on it already lol and i'm so sorry it's so shortđ please forgive me!!! summary: you finally have a day together after weeks away from home - lando suggests a day out, but all you want to do is read your new book. pairing: lando x fem!reader word count: 876 words tw: mild cursing
You loved traveling the world with Lando â discovering new favorites in every city, making memories across the globe. But sometimes, you wished that life could move a little slower.
Days like today are ones you cherished with all your heart. Both of you at home in your shared apartment, no plans or work or distractions. You woke up that morning before Lando, quietly slipping out of bed and tip-toeing to the kitchen to make a cup of whatever random tea bag you could find in the cupboard after a triple-header and no groceries.
The clock read 8:11am and you were positive that Lando wouldnât be up for at least another hour given how exhausting the last few weeks have been. Rather than climb back in bed and potentially disturb him, you flopped onto the couch and weighed your options for entertainment.
Out of the corner of your eye you spotted a book that a friend had recommended to you that youâd ordered and forgotten to pack before leaving for Spain. You settled deeper into the couch, threw a blanket across your lap, and opened the book to the first page, immediately hooked by just the first line.
Enraptured with the words before you, you didnât realize the time or hear Lando repeatedly calling your name from the bedroom. He trudged out into your living room to investigate and saw you snuggled into the couch, oblivious to all of your surroundings.
âBabe?â He spoke quietly, from directly behind you.
You screamed in shock â the book flying from your hands and landing on the floor with a loud thud.
âWhy did you sneak up on me like that?!â You yelled, launching yourself up to grab your book from the floor before any of the pages got crinkled.
âIâve been calling your name for the past five minutes! How long have you been awake?â
âWhat time is it?â
âAround 11amâ I canât believe I slept that long.â
Your eyes drifted to your mug, tea long forgotten and no longer steaming.
âHoly shit,â you mumbled. âIâve been reading for almost 3 hours, I didnât even realize.â You placed the book on the coffee table next to your mug, attempting to stall your thoughts about the last full chapter you read and turn your attention to Lando as he hopped down on the couch next to you.
âWe finally have a whole day to ourselves â what are you in the mood for?â Lando questioned, moving to throw the blanket over himself and lay in between your legs with his head in your lap â his self-proclaimed favorite spot. âWe could grab lunch at our favorite place, maybe ice cream after a walk on the beach, go rope some friends into a game of padel, anything you want, love.â
You mulled the options given over in your head while Lando looked up at you expectantly. You tried to think of other options to suggest to convince him you wanted to go out, but in all honesty, nothing sounded more appealing than staying inside, snuggling with your boyfriend, and finishing that damned book.
Your fingers carded through his curls, pretending to think long and hard about what activity youâd tackle together. Lando, always attuned to your emotions, noticed your hesitation and the quick glance you gave the coffee table.
âWhat if we stayed home, actually?â He offered, watching your eyes light up and a small smile grace your cheeks.
âAre you sure? Weâve barely done anything the past three weeks, if you want to go out, Iâll get ready!â
The feeling of your hands massaging his hair, your midsection providing the perfect pillow, and the giddy look on your face at the thought of more reading made answering you the easiest thing in the world.
âIâm so sure. All that matters to me is that Iâm spending the day with you, and besides, I could do with a few hours of relaxation.â
You leaned down and kissed him softly in thanks â a contended sigh escaping his mouth when you then turned to kiss his cheek before returning to sitting upright.
âWill you read to me?â Lando murmured. âYou know how much I love the sound of your voice.â
You smiled and bent over gently to grab your book, turning back to page one because how could you subject Lando to starting in the middle?
Within ten minutes, soft snores echoed throughout the room and Lando had wound his arms around your waist, nuzzling his cheek against your stomach. You smiled down at your overgrown cat of a boyfriend, gently tossing your book back over to the table so youâd have free hands.
One in his soft curls and the other resting between his shoulder blades. Nothing meant more to you than these moments â being close to him, complete relaxation, seeking comfort in one another.
You were content to sit and stare down at him for as long as he remained asleep. The straight slope of his nose, long lashes brushing against his cheekbones, how his lips parted slightly. Despite all the places youâd been, monuments and cities youâd seen, there wasnât a sight more lovely than Lando Norris.
Reading would simply have to wait when your eyes could instead gaze upon someone so beautiful. Â
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As The Summer Ends
Wanda x Natasha x Reader
As the summer comes to a close, you and your girlfriends celebrate with one more day in the sun.
CW: Pure fluff, R calls WandaNat Mama/Daddy but only like once.
Word Count: 1.3k(ish)
A/N: Happy last day of summer everyone! I hope everyone had a wonderful season, and youâre all excited to see what wonders the fall brings.
It was your first year ever attending Pepper Pottsâ yearly âend of the summerâ pool party: the celebration she had every year the day before it was time to cover the pool for the winter. Youâd been invited as Wanda and Natashaâs plus one, as you still didnât really know Pepper, or anyone else in attendance.
Much to your dismay, none of the other women seemed too eager to actually be in the pool. In fact, aside from you, Natasha was the only other person in the water. And she wasnât even swimming. She was leaned up against the side of the pool talking to Maria.
Sure it was a little cold, as it was late September and there was a growing chill in the air, but you never got to go swimming. You did so love the water.
Wandaâs heart swelled with affection as she watched you from a beach chair, flopping around the water like a fish. Your child-like nature knew no bounds. You didnât seem to have a care in a world about what the adults around you were doing, despite being one yourself. You swam laps around the pool, did handstands in the water, dove off the side and swam to the bottom of the deep end. You seemed to be keeping yourself entertained well.
However, as time wore on, Wanda could see you getting restless. You tried to join Natasha and Mariaâs conversation, but they didnât seem interested. Wanda frowned as she watched you try to talk, only to be ignored and talked over by her wife and her friend. Your joyful disposition cracked into one of isolation as you slowly began to feel like an outsider in this group of people.
She huffed, tempted to go over and have a word with Natasha about ignoring you. But, as she remembered how much you had had playing in the water, she got a better idea. She sat down on the lip of the pool, putting her feet into the cool water.
âHoney!â she shouted, making you turn your head as you popped up out of the water. She curled her fingers, beckoning you towards her. Obediently, you stopped everything you were doing to join her on the edge of the pool, laying your head on your hands next to her to avoid getting her wet.
âYes?â you asked, innocently looking up at her from the water.
She lifted your head and bent over to whisper in your ear. âIf you can knock Tasha over in the water, Iâll get you ice cream on the way home.â
You nervously turned around to find Natasha where sheâd been this whole time, talking to Maria by the side of the pool. Her top half was completely out of the water. She hadnât even gotten her hair wet. âBut sheâs talking to Maria. It would be impolite to-â you attempted to explain.
She cut you off with a soft smile. âDonât worry, little love. Iâm sure their conversation is drier than a sack of flour anyway. Go make your daddy actually have some fun.â She winked, lightly pinching your cheek.
A smile slowly grew across your face as you turned away from Wanda. You planned your approach carefully, deciding to launch yourself off the side wall and throw yourself into the back of her knees as hard as you possibly could.
Natasha stumbled as you knocked against her, immediately annoyed. âWhat the-â She glanced down at you in the water, then up at Wanda, smirking smugly by the side of the pool. She rolled her eyes and picked you up out of the water.
You squealed as you were caught, disappointed but not surprised that your first attempt had failed.
âHold on, Maria,â Natasha joked. âI gotta teach this little punk a lesson.â You tried to squirm out of her grasp, but you were quickly thrown ass over head into the deep end of the pool.
You squealed again with excited delight. Wanda smiled, watching as you quickly turned tailed to go for Natashaâs feet again. Once again, you were dragged out of the water and tossed back into the deep end. Natasha had no difficulty dexterously dodging your attempts to knock her down, but you didnât even really care to be losing the bet. It was reward enough to finally have somebody to play with, even if you were devastatingly out matched.
You were getting out of breath after a few rounds of fighting Natasha just to be effortlessly tossed back into the water again. You grabbed at the side of the pool, breathing heavy. Natasha was laughing now too, enjoying your frazzled and breathless face. She was glad that Wanda could at least pick a game that took way more energy out of you than her.
You turned around, ready to make another pass at Natasha. You didnât actually think you'd ever be able to knock her down, but you liked it when she threw you into the water. You grabbed at her legs again. However, this time, before she could grab you and pull you out of the water, you saw two scarlet tendrils wrap around her ankles. She shouted before she was quickly pulled under the water.
You stood up, a little dazed, to find Natasha coming out of the water as well, completely and utterly soaked. Her nicely curled hair was now flat and wet against her head.
âYou got her!â Wanda laughed.
âOh itâs on,â Natasha challenged, quickly making her way to the end of the pool, where Wanda sat. Before she could reach her, though, she was wrapped with more scarlet tendrils that hoisted her out of the water, carried her to the deep end of the pool, and dropped her in.
You shrieked with joyous surprise, making your way back to Wanda as well. She let you approach, knowing that, unlike Natasha, you would never dream of pulling her into the water. âMama, can you throw me next?â
Wandaâs eyebrows raised in surprise. âYou want me to throw you in the water like Tasha?â
You nodded eagerly.
She wrapped you up in her magic, pulling you from the water and carrying you across the pool. You giggled as the magic disappeared and you were dropped into the water.
Natasha climbed out of the water, grabbing a towel and drying herself off before sitting down next to Wanda. She laughed as you eagerly swam all the way back to them, looking up at Wanda expectantly.
âAgain?â Wanda chuckled.
You nodded, laughing uncontrollably as she picked you again and threw you into the water. She went a bit higher this time, not dropping you until you were a good ten feet above the water.
She threw you a few more times, changing her tactics a little every time. Sometimes she dropped you in upside down. Other times she would hold you still above the water while you waited in anxious anticipation to be dropped. You were roaring with excitement and laughter the whole time.
It wasnât long before you were completely and utterly spent, physically exhausted from all the swimming. Natasha stood next to the steps, a fluffy towel in her outspread arms. You breathlessly climbed up into her arms, allowing yourself to be dried off.
Wanda made a space for you to sit in between her legs. You happily sat down, putting your feet back into the water as she pulled you so your back was flush to her front. You cuddled into her tiredly.
Somebody tapped your shoulder from behind. You turned your head to find Pepper, holding a waffle cone with chocolate ice cream. âI heard ice cream was on the line. And it looks like you won the bet.â
You smiled and took the ice cream, eagerly licking at it before it could melt in the sun. âThank you, Mrs. Potts.â
âOf course, kiddo,â she said, playfully ruffling your hair.
Wanda laughed as you proceeded to get the ice cream all over your face. She periodically wiped it away with a towel.
You would miss days like this as the air grew colder. There would be no more pool days, no more opportunities to comfortably spend the days outside in the sun. But fall brought new excitement of its own.
You could only hope youâd be tucked between these same arms by the fireplace come winter.
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Ghoap Actor AU but 'Ghost' is the stage name used by a a mysterious man who takes "faceless" rolls. Rolls that require pounds of makeup, tons of prosthetics, huge armor suits and feats of puppeteering. No one knows what he looks like, or his real name, and he likes it that way.
Sorry, it got kinda long lol, ficlet after the cut.
Johnny is a new face but damn is he winning hearts quickly. He loves fantasy and sci-fy rolls, and for him getting cast as the heart throb muscle-bound hero is as easy as smiling. A smile which sweeps any and all off their feet, straightness be damned.
Working next to The Ghost is as much a dream come true as it is fucking terrifying. His list of rolls is as long as Johnny is tall, the man is a legend.
Said legend stalks into the catering tent in full makeup, extras scattering because the man is honestly pretty intimidating. Ridges and bumps, red skin and horns, all work to completely dehumanize his features and frighten away any potential lunch buddies. After grabbing his food he stalks back out wordlessly.
They hadn't shot any scenes together yet, but the schedule called for the two of them to be working together nearly every hour of the next week, and John was determined to make a good impression. He grabbed his own food and swiped some fancy wrapped chocolates, perhaps to share and make friends, and scampered out after Ghost.
The man was seated alone, at a table under a tree. He'd popped his fake fangs out and sat them on his tray, and was digging into his sandwich. Red hands tipped in wicked red claws expertly avoided spearing and shredding his food.
Johnny plopped down across from him.
"Cannae be comfortable, wearin' all 'o that all day." Best to get the whole 'being Scottish' thing out if the way immediately, he often had to hid his accent for rolls and this was no exception. Opening his mouth and speaking naturally always garnered a huge reaction, generally glee, from his co-stars. Though, if Ghost was surprised by it, he made no comment.
"Been doin' it for years, 'm used to it." John found himself the one surprised, he hadn't expected the man's voice to be so lovely. Nor had he expected the man to be a fuckin' brit. Clearly he'd also been masking his accent. Shame, Hollywood always loved an evil Brit.
Delighted by this new discovery, Johnny launched into introducing himself, gushing about the rolls he'd seen Ghost in and how he'd loved his performances. Ghost didn't respond much, but slitted pupils with gold and red irises never left him, and even through the makeup a small smile played at the corner of his bright red lips.
Ghost didn't participate much, throwing out a hum or a nod, an occasional quip, but Johnny quickly realized the man was simply quiet, as every time he stopped he'd receive a few words, a gentle nudge to keep going. All was well until Johnny finished his meal and started in on his chocolates.
He'd held one out to Ghost, who took it, and wordlessly sat it on his tray, mirth dancing in his eyes, amplified to a mildly animalistic predatory level by his contacts.
Johnny had rolled with it, assuming the man was just happy about the sweet, and popped his own in his mouth. Only to spit it back out immediately after crunching down.
"Ach, that is VILE, the fuck is wrong with this chocolate?" Johnny stuffed his fingers into his mouth, attempting to scrape the bits that had secured themselves in and between his teeth.
A deep rumbling belly laugh enveloped him, the sound coated his body, every last inch of him, and locked it into place. Fingers still stuffed into his mouth and crouched over like a golem, Johnny watched wide eyed as Ghost leaned back, shoulders heaving and a clawed hand over his brow as he laughed uncontrollably at John's plight. "It's not chocolate," the man gasped out, "it's bloody hand soap!"
Johnny groaned and spat out his fingers as well as a few bubbles. He'd grabbed them from beside the hand washing station, but hadn't thought anything of it. Why the fuck were they wrapped all fancy like?!
Ghost stood, and clapped a hand on Johnny's shoulder. "I look forward to working with you, Johnny." He sighed between fits of laughter. He grinned and popped his fangs back in. "Keep up, Soap."
Johnny turned and watched Ghost stalk back into the catering tent to return his tray, silicone tail swishing side to side, really lending itself to Ghost's jolly demeanor as he left, still chuckling. Johnny felt his face flush, knew he must be as red as Ghost's makeup, in embarrassment, knowing he was gonna be stuck with a ridiculous nickname, but also from realizing he was still bent over and staring at Ghost's ass. Was his ass really that nice, or were those heels, designed to look like hooves, just working absolute wonders?
Thus began Soap's insane crush on a man he knew nothing about, not even how he looked.
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Daylight
Halsin x Tav // Halsin x Reader
Summary: Tav misinterprets Halsinâs declarations, thinking he must not want her as much as she wants him. Can Halsin convince her of his love? A/N: Well, my first Halsin fic is here! Based off this dialogue from the game, featuring a classic miscommunication trope. When I first came across this dialogue, I found myself rather disappointed by Halsinâs declaration, and I realized I was focusing on all the wrong parts of it. I couldnât get the idea out of my head, so here we have a scenario in which Tav has done the same. This fic is so self-indulgent it should be a crime. Warnings: Hurt/Comfort (emphasis on the comfortâI promise allâs well that ends well). Pretty spoiler free, except for the opening dialogue if youâre romancing Halsin and you want all that to be a surprise.Â
âRelationship?â A deep chuckle rumbles in Halsinâs chest. A sinking feeling settles into your gut. You werenât sure what to expect when you broached the topic of a potential relationship, but a laugh? A direct blow from an enemy sword would have hurt less.Â
âSuch terms belong to civilizationâa little unfamiliar to my lips.â His words continued, but that soft smile, those kind eyes, the strong, steadfast shape of Halsin, it all begins to shift, distorting just slightly as traitorous tears prick at your eyes. A quick bite of your inner cheek reminds you to hold steady, to not let the tears fallâby every star in that gods damned sky, you are not going to let him see you cry.Â
ââŚyou and I should each seek happiness wherever it liesâŚâ
Heâs still going on? You think to yourself. How long can one rejection take? You bite your cheek even harder, a coppery tang bursting on your tastebuds.Â
Halsinâs words echo in your mind, despite the fact that his monologue seems to continue, piercing your heart again and again, the pain stealing the breath from your lungs. You will yourself to take in another breath.
âLet others know the happiness of being with you.â Halsin smiles down on you, not an ounce of malice in those soft green eyes. The staunch difference between his kindhearted gaze and the red-hot pain radiating in your chest was nearly laughable. In fact, at that very moment, you were unsure if your next steps would include crying, laughing, or launching an all out assault on the mountain of a man before youâan action that would surely not work out in your favor given the comical size difference between you two.Â
In the end, it was all you could do to offer a small, meager, âI see.â Itâs a notable effort to keep the emotion from your voice, but youâre proud of the attempt all the same.
A frown breaks out across Halsinâs face, his brows knitting together in confusion. âHave I said something wrong, my heart?âÂ
Those two words are a slap to your face. You donât trust yourself to speak, not again, so without a word you turn and make your way to your tent as fast as your feet can take you.Â
The fabric barely has time to fall in place behind you before the warm tears finally break free.Â
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Two days had passed since the incident. While you wanted nothing more than to mope about on your bedroll and avoid Halsin altogether, your situation doesnât exactly allow for such luxuries.Â
Which is how you find yourself in the woods with Shadowheart, foraging for ingredients to top off your partyâs supply of potions and tonics. Though you left early in the morning, the sun glares bright overhead now. Wiping a bead of sweat from your brow, you crouch low beneath a bush and scan the area for the bright violet blooms Shadowheart had you scouting for.Â
âI just donât understand why you had to drag me out for this,â you fuss at your friend as thorns from the underbrush prick your side. Your clothing offers little protection against natures most irritating defenses.Â
âSurely thereâsâŚsomeone more suited to this than I.â Your following scowl canât be entirely blamed by the literal thorn in your side, not as thoughts of Halsin flash through your mind once more.Â
Shadowheart hums absentmindedly. âYes, this is true. Halsin is more in tune with the forest,â she mutters, collecting something from the earth too small for your eyes to make out. A soft clink tells you the specimen makes it into the glass bottle. âI was actually hoping to talk to you about that,â Shadowheart continues, popping the cork back on the bottle and tucking it away.Â
âAbout what?â You hiss as another thorn embeds itself in your palm. You toss a scowl her way before distracting yourself from the conversation as you fiddle with removing the thorn. Youâre not sure which hurts worse, the abrupt change in conversation topic or the wound in your hand. Impervious to your dirty looks, Shadowheart makes her way over to you.Â
âWell, you two were nearly inseparable. Absolutely enamored with each otherâanyone could see it.â She takes your hand into her own to assess the damage.
âAnd now, well, if Iâm being completely honest dear, youâre rather dour, you seldom leave your tent, or youâre looking for any excuse to get away from the partyâsorry thisâll only hurt a second.â You wince as she pulls the thorn free and presses hard on the wound to stanch any bleeding. âAnd, well, Halsinâs beenâŚunusually forlorn. Like a poor dog thatâs been kicked in the stomach.âÂ
With a scoff you withdraw your hand, taking care to apply pressure to it just as Shadowheart had done.Â
âI couldnât care less what Halsinâs been doing.â The lie is ash on your tongue.Â
Shadowheart looks at you then, really looks at you. You try your best not to fidget under her assessing gaze.Â
âWhat happened?âÂ
âIââÂ
âAnd donât bother lying to me,â sheâs quick to interrupt. âSave it for someone else. I know something has been bothering you.âÂ
Resignation floods you. Leave it to Shadowheart to see right through your bravado and into your heart.Â
âI was a fool for thinking he could ever be happy with me.â The words are soft as they fall from your lips, but they burn your heart all the same. A firm weight falls on your shoulder as Shadowheart offers an encouraging hand.Â
âTell me everything.â
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Halsinâs voice calls out your name from just outside Shadowheartâs tent. His low timbre still brings a tightness to your chest, but you will yourself to breathe normally. Youâd been doing your best to avoid him since getting back to camp with Shadowheart, but you suppose now is as good a time as any to rip that particular bandage off.Â
âYes, Halsin?â You ask matter of factly, not even looking up from the array of ingredients youâre currently sorting through. You pointedly ignore his gaze as he steps into the tent, taking up a majority of the albeit limited empty space.Â
Halsin clears his throat, clearly uncertain how to proceed. You two had always shared such an easygoing openness between you, but the last two days had left him scrambling for purchase.Â
âI was hoping we could talk,â Halsin smiles down at you, undeterred by your clear avoidance.Â
âMm, we are talking.â You collect up one of the empty potion bottles, wiping at a smudge spot with the edge of your tunic.Â
Halsin forces a chuckle, but his smile doesnât reach his eyes. âOf course we are, but, erm, perhaps we could go for a walk? Enjoy some of natureâs company for the evening?â
âThat wonât be necessary.â Your tone is sharper than youâd intended, but the guilt passes over you in a second as you replay his words in your mind, his scoff when you so much as mentioned a potential relationship.Â
Halsin sighs. He had hoped that his 300 odd years of experience would give him a leg up in navigating this prickly conversation, butâas is usual when youâre involvedâhis heart and his tongue seem to be tripping over one another.Â
 âMy heart,â
That gets your attention. Your gaze snaps up to his, laced with venom.Â
âYou do not get to call me that. Not anymore.âÂ
Halsin feels his own chest start to cave in as the hurt flashes across your faceâyou master it a moment later, but the damage is done.Â
âIâm not sure what Iâve done to upset you,â he starts, but you interject again.Â
âItâs fine. Iâm not upset,â you force some neutrality back in your voice. âYou werenât interested in things continuing between us, and thatâs fine. Nothing to apologize for.â You gesture to the flap of the tent. âYou can take your leave now.âÂ
Halsin does the opposite, braving another step closer.Â
âOf course I need to apologize. It appears my words have caused some confusion. Worse yet, I fear theyâve caused you pain.âÂ
At that, you still, finger pausing over the bottles set up in front of you.Â
âYou must know that I would never intend to hurt you.â Halsinâs tone was bordering on pleading. âEven now, it physically pains me to know that Iâve hurt you so.â He draws a hand to his chest, moving as if to soothe an ache thatâs nestled beneath the surface there.Â
You glance up to see the hurt now reflecting in his eyes. Itâs enough to bring forth a sigh from your lips, your shoulders caving in as resignation takes over your body. Even now, you canât find it within yourself to hate him, no matter how much easier it would make this.Â
âYouâre not responsible for my feelings, Halsin,â you sigh. âThey are my own.âÂ
âNo, but I do take responsibility for my words,â he counters.Â
âYou donât want a relationship with me and you said as much. Thereâs nothing left to be said.â Despite your best attempts, your voice breaks on the last word. You close your eyes, clinging to the blunt words, mentally rebuilding your armor to power through the rest of this conversation.Â
âThere is so much left to say, my heart.â Halsinâs gentle words caress your face like the sunâs rays on a warm summer day. âI have so much left to say.âÂ
You keep your eyes closed, focus on taking another breath, keeping your heart steady. âThen speak.âÂ
âI love you.âÂ
Your eyes spring open, and Halsin is before you, close enough to touch. A large, tentative hand reaches up to cradle your face. You donât pull away, and thatâs enough to bring relief to Halsinâs heart.Â
âI donât understand,â you whisper, afraid your mere voice would crack the perilously thin ice you suddenly find yourself on. âYou saidââÂ
âThat I would not keep you to myself,â Halsin is quick to finish the thought.Â
âThat we should seek out other people,â you correct, a touch of anger shading the words as you step out of Halsinâs grip.Â
At that, Halsinâs eyes widen. âNo.â His voice holds more sharpness than the druid had ever shown with you before. âI said no such thing.âÂ
âWell, maybe not exactly, but the sentiment was there,â you grumble, the frustration seeping through at your hazy memory.Â
âThat âsentimentâ is misguided.â His tone leaves no room for argument, but you do it anyway.Â
âWell, forgive me if I donât have it memorized word for wordâI was a little busy having my heart broken,â you snap.Â
Halsin pauses for a heartbeat and you watch the pain shine in his pale green eyes at your words.
âAnd I will never forgive myself for the pain Iâve caused you these last few days. But listen to my words now. I beg of you.âÂ
Another heartbeat passes. He takes your silence as permission to continue.
âI donât abide by these conventional rules set in place by society. My home is in nature, and I follow the path the Oak Father has set before me. These ideals of what relationships should or shouldnât be, youâll have to forgive me if they're all but foreign to me.âÂ
Another wave of disappointment washes over you and you close your eyes in a futile attempt to deter the familiar pinpricks of tears. A warm, familiar hand caresses your face before tilting your chin up to bring your gaze to his.Â
âBut trust me when I tell you that I have never met someone like you. My heart does not stir lightly. But it does for you. What I feel for you pales in comparison to those who came before you.âÂ
There is no doubting the sincerity that lies in those soft verdant eyes.Â
"It feels as though I have been asleep in a centuries long dark night, and now I am finally seeing daylight,â Halsinâs deep voice soothes, each word repairing the aches and tears of your heart. Â
âThere is no one else for me, my heart. Call it what you wish; you are all I want. Nothing would make me happier than to have you by my side for the rest of my days, if that is what you desire as well.
My love for you runs deep and true. Never doubt it, my heart.â
And then his lips are on yours, and every thought eddies out of your head, but one: Halsin loves you.Â
Pure joy and relief floods your body and you donât even bother trying to stop the tears of joy that follow. Halsin pulls back from the kiss just enough to swipe the tears from your cheek.
âI love you, too, Halsin,â you whisper in the space between you as Halsin presses his forehead to yours.Â
âForgive me, my heart. For the pain I have caused you.âÂ
You smile up at that handsome face youâve grown to hold so dearly. Your slender hand reaches up to caress his cheek, tracing the swirls of his tattoo. âOnly if youâll forgive my foolishness for doubting you.â You feel the shame rise up, bringing a heat to your cheeks.
âMy heart, there is nothing to forgive,â Halsin murmurs before pressing another kiss to your forehead.
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