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A Package Deal - Part 2

In which something a little more serious and a lot more meaningful than either of you anticipated starts to blossom between you and your curly haired crush.

Warnings: nothing, this is so tooth achingly fluffy, you may need a trip to the dentist afterwards. Pairing: Lando x SingleMom!Reader Word Count: 5.3k (oops)

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(quick note in case anyone is paying super close attention. i switched the job reader has at McLaren to fit this bit of plot in. I think switched all mentions over in part one, but just in case you notice the different job title, that was on purpose :) )

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The holidays slip away in a blur of presents and hot cocoa dates with Stella so fast that before you know it, school is beginning again and you're forced back into the office on a regular basis. With the way the holidays fell this year, you ended up taking nearly two weeks of annual leave between Christmas and New Years and while you appreciated the time off to reset and battle burnout your job inevitably brought on, by the time you dropped Stella off at school that first morning, you were near ecstatic with relief.

You didn't want to admit it to anyone, not even barely to yourself, but you also had missed Lando. He'd spent Christmas at his parents for a few days before jetting off to somewhere gorgeous and warm with his friends and while he texted you near constantly, you often found yourself wondering what he was doing. You hated how much you looked forward to the chime on your phone alerting you to a new text but even more, you hated how much your heart stuttered in your chest every time you saw it was his name that was lighting up your phone.

You had told Sarah about running into Lando at Harrods that Saturday and then made the mistake of telling her that he had bought the booster seat (downright refusing to allow you to even split the cost it with him) and driven you home. She had grinned like a cat with warm milk, saying she knew something was going on but was wildly excited when you told her about the drive home.

Like you had predicted, Stella had been fast asleep by the time Lando had merged onto the freeway. She had stayed sound asleep even after you had reached your house, Lando allowing his Range Rover to idle for nearly twenty minutes in your driveway as you chatted. The conversation was quiet, neither of you wanting to wake a sleeping Stella but it flowed as easily as champagne on New Years Eve.

As you sat in the passengers seat of the SUV you couldn't help the way your mind wandered into the 'what ifs' of what was happening here. What if everything hadn't been ruined the moment Lando found out that Stella was yours? What if that, despite everything being against you, this was the time it all worked out. They were dangerous thoughts, especially for a single mom who couldn't allow her heart to be compromised. There was another heart that had to be taken into consideration: Stella's fragile six year old heart. So when Lando had started allowing his gaze to wander down to your lips and leaning almost imperceptably closer towards you with each passing moment, you had ignored his advances. You didn't want to, but you were scared. The what if's scared you but the what ifs not working out scared you even more.

You had slipped out of the car before anything could happen, thankful for the fact that Stella began to finally stir after nearly 30 minutes of you and Lando talking.

After that night, the texting had started and while Lando hadn't visted the MTC since, he had made a point to check in with you a few times each day. He didn't want to get ahead of himself, reminding himself of how you had ever so subtly rejected his advances the night he had taken you and Stella home.

As he had been analyzing the evening the next day with Max, his best friend had all but warned him off of you. 'Being with a single mom is a challenge that I don't think you're up for, mate.' Had been his warning, a warning that Lando had so far, chosen to ignore. He knew it was kind of a crazy thing to consider, especially with the lifestyle that he had become accustomed to over the last few years, but there was something magnetic about you. The way you sacrificed everything in order to make sure Stella was taken care of. The way you took on everything solo despite having a solid support system, because you didn't want to be a burden to anyone. The way you still managed to find magic in a life that had to be full of heartache and difficulties.

You were a magnetic force to be reckoned with and the fact that you had opened up to Lando that night in the car while Stella slept soundly in his back seat was something that he cherished.

It was also why he found himself nervously pacing outside of Sarah's office one January morning after he had returned from his vacation in Finland. The new season was fast approaching and it was time to get down to business and spend more time in the sim and at the MTC, making sure he was ready to give everything for the 2025 season. But he also had other reasons to be at the MTC even more: you.

Sarah is in her office that chilly January morning when she hears shuffling outside her door. It's propped open so all it takes is a quick peek outside. "Lando?" She calls, spying the driver hovering outside her door, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he paced the empty corridor.

"Oh. Hi. Sorry." Lando pushes his curls off his face, stepping into the brightly lit office. "Am I interrupting? I can totally come back..."

Sarah nearly laughs at the anxious energy radiating off of Lando but manages to quell it, not wanting to spook him. "No, it's fine. What can I do for you?"

"I...well..." Lando cards his hand hand through his hair once again, searching for the right words. He hadn't gotten the best reception from Max when he opened up about his feelings for you, so he was really nervous about what your best friend was going to say. He didn't want to get told off by her too. "I was wondering if I could ask you for a favor?"

Sarah smirks. "Does this favor have to do with our favorite single mom who works down the hall?"

Lando goes crimson at the question but a bit of him feels relieved at the smile that plays on Sarah's face. "Uh...It does actually. I was wondering if you would be willing to babysit Stella Saturday night so I could take her out to dinner and maybe a movie or something."

Sarah pushes away from her desk, the look on her face transforming from smug to soft admiration. "You really like her, don't you?"

Lando nods earnestly, "I do. Stella kind of threw me for a loop there at first but after spending time with them before Christmas..." He drops the rest of the sentence then, not sure if he should be opening up this much to your best friend. She probably knew how you felt about him already but it was a natural reaction for him to keep his feelings closely held. "I know our lifestyles are not exactly...compatible but she's amazing and I just want to spend more time with her."

"You'd be lucky to land a girl like her, Lando." Sarah observes, leaning back in her chair. "And while I agree, your lifestyles are radically different, I think you two could be good for each other."

"Yeah?" Lando's voice is a wash of relief, having expected to face the same criticism that he had faced from Max.

"Yeah, I do. I'd be happy to take Stella for the night as long as she's okay with it. Have you asked her?"

Lando shakes his head. "I wanted to make sure you were okay with it first."

"Can I give you some advice though?" When Lando nods, Sarah continues. "You're going to have to be patient with her. She's been through a lot and she has a lot on her shoulders. She doesn't need someone adding to that load. She needs someone who's going to help her carry that load, take some things off her shoulders. And if that's not something you think you can do, don't even start anything with her. If you're not all in with her and Stella, please don't pursue anything further, okay?"

Lando leans against the door frame, taking in your best friend's words. "I'd never do anything to add to what she already carries." He says softly and Sarah grins.

"Good. Tell her I'll take Stella for one of our famous sleepovers, yeah? Treat her well, Lando. I don't want to have to kick your ass if you hurt her."

"Thanks, Sarah. I'd never hurt her, I promise."

"Good. Now get, I think she's leaving after lunch today to get Stella for a dentist appointment. She should still be in her office though."

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"Wait, so you were the one who came up with the idea for that tire deg prediction program?" Lando stares at you from across the table, jaw nearly hitting the white linen tablecloth.

You blush into your wine, not good at taking compliments. The small Italian restaurant that Lando had booked a table at was quiet and cozy, allowing both of you to focus on the person sitting across from you and not anything else. It was nice, getting out of the house without Stella in tow. As much as you adored your daughter and valued every single second spent with her, sometimes it was really nice to have some time away. You were on your second glass of wine and your head was buzzing delightfully, the look on Lando's face as you fell into conversation about the work you were so passionate about sent something that felt a lot like desire curling deep in your belly.

"That was me. I'm actually working on an improved model for the upcoming season. More inputs like weather and historical degradation data should help the model give Andrea and the team a better idea of when the ideal pit window for you and Oscar will be in real time."

Lando just stares at you, dumbfounded. He had known bits and pieces of your job from the time he spent accosting you with questions over the last six months but he had never realized how deeply ingrained you were in his weekend routine already. "That program helped me win Miami last year." He says, totally awestruck.

You fidget under his attention, barely hiding a smile. When you had stumbled upon data analytics and predictive modeling in your first semester of uni all those years ago, you had never imagined it would lead to you writing a program that helped an F1 team predict how and when the tires were going to go off during a race. It was just one of many projects you had worked on in your two years at McLaren but it was absolutely the one you were most proud of.

"Well, hopefully with the improved modeling system I've been working on, we can get you and Oscar onto that top step more this year. I have a meeting with Zak and Andrea next week actually to discuss putting more resources into it so we can further develop it."

"I don't know how you can improve on it, the data I've seen it produce is already wildly helpful." Lando has to resist the urge to cover your hand with his, the need to touch you suddenly overwhelming.

He had been so nervous tonight while driving over to your house to pick you up for dinner, it was a wonder he hadn't ended up in a ditch or something. Stella had already been whisked away by Sarah by the time he got to your house, but there was a (albeit a bit stale) gingerbread man with a curly mullet left on the counter for him. 'Stella gave me strict instructions to make sure you get your cookie.' You had informed him, face serious with the task at hand.

Now that you were sat across from him, plate of food sat half eaten in front of you, Lando found himself not as nervous as he thought he'd be. The butterflies were still there and he had to constantly keep the desire to lace his fingers with yours in check, but the way you had made him feel calm and comfortable during the time he visited you in your office before had simply transferred to dinner tonight. He'd never felt more at ease with someone who made him so nervous before and while it was an uneasy feeling, it also felt like the most natural thing in the world.

"I didn't realize anyone beyond the strategy team used the models." You admit.

Lando likes the way your cheeks flush under his praise, even if you're still refusing to meet his eyes while he compliments you.

"Will and I go over all that data after session. With how unpredictable the tires can be from day to day, I really depend on that information."

"Well, I'm glad my little data project is doing its job." You say simply, before taking another bite out of the food before you.

The rest of dinner passes in casual conversation and meaningful looks exchanged over drinks and dessert. If having dinner with Lando and Stella in London had been fun, this dinner was certainly a more intimate affair. It wasn't until your third glass of wine that you settled into the feeling that there could be something between you and Lando, allowing the fear to take a back seat even for just one night.

"Can I ask you something?" You ask boldly while dessert is being placed in front of you.

"Anything."

And he means it.

"I know the first time you found your way into my office was by mistake but I've always wondered why you kept coming back. I mean, my office is literally on the opposite side of any place you'd ever be normally."

"Besides the fact that you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen in my life?" He flirts shamelessly, the alcohol in his system making him braver than he really felt.

"Lan..." You scold, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

Lando chuckles and finally loses the battle he's been fighting all dinner. He reaches across the table and slips his fingers into the spaces between yours, rubbing his thumb over the soft skin of your hand. The spark that ignites when he touches you has the breath catching in the back of your throat. "Because you talked to me like a normal person. It was right around the time the championship race was heating up, as manufactured by the press as it was. The team was a bit in shambles and I just felt really unsupported."

He doesn't have to say it, but you instinctively know he's talking about the Hungary race earlier in the year. The Wednesday after that race, Lando had popped up in your office first thing in the morning and had sat across from you until well after lunch. The way his shoulders hunched and he kind of just folded himself into the desk chair that you now kept specifically for him had broken your heart.

"You never asked me about racing or the championship or anything like that. You let me talk and ask questions about your job and I was just able to forget the outside world for a bit. I was never Lando Norris, McLaren Formula 1 driver competing with Max Verstappen with you. I was just 'Lan'. I really appreciated that, especially during the second half of the season."

You had become his safe space was what he wanted to say but fear kept that bit of information from passing his lips. For now.

The warmth of Lando's fingers tangled with yours travels through your entire body. "I'm glad I helped." You murmur, heat pooling low in your belly at the look he's giving you from across the table.

"More than you know."

"Okay. No, I understand. Yes, she was fine when I dropped her off this morning. Okay. Yes, thank you. Tell her I'm leaving work right now, I'll be there in about twenty minutes. Thank you, Ms. Rose."

Panic floods your chest as you stare at the computer screen in front of you. "Fuck." You whisper, frantically looking up the phone number for Zak's personal assistant. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

"That is a lot of swearing for 10 in the morning on a Wednesday."

Your eyes fly from your computer screen to the door of your office where Lando stands, leaning against the doorframe looking unreasonably handsome in a green jumper and jeans. You couldn't admire him for long though, panic returning to the front of your mind as you desperately try to figure out what you're going to do.

"Stella's school just called." Lando immediately crosses the room and sits down in 'his' chair, as he's begun to think it. Ever since your date last Saturday night, he hasn't been able to get you off his mind. He's been at the MTC every morning this week, something that even Zak noticed this morning and made a comment about him being extra dedicated to getting the new season started off on the right foot. If only he knew the real motivation for being around all the time now. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd spent any time back at his other apartment in Monaco.

"Everything okay?"

"No, she's running a fever. They need me to come get her except remember that meeting with Zak and Andrea I told you about? It's in..." Your eyes flicker back to your computer screen before bouncing back up to meet Lando's concerned gaze. "Fifteen minutes. I'm going to have to cancel and God knows when I'm ever going to get this kind of face time with either of them before the start of the season. Without their support, the upgrades to that tire deg model I want to make will basically be dead in the water."

Normally, you handle the pressures of being a single mom pretty well. You realize your career trajectory is a little different than normal, with you being unable to work late or travel extensively or do any of the other things that usually help with job advancement and you made your peace with that a long time ago. You make enough to provide very comfortably for Stella, so when you're passed over for promotions or unable to dedicate extra time, you're usually fine with it. Not today though.

"I've been prepping for this meeting for weeks. Weeks, Lando. Sarah is on annual leave in Spain and my dad is in London today with a client, there is literally no one else to go get her. Today of all fucking days." Tears threaten to spill over, you're so frustrated. You've worked so hard to get this meeting and now it's all going to go to waste.

"I'll go get her." The way Lando says it has shock slicing through your heart, quick as a knife. He says it so casually, like you're silly for not even considering him.

"What? No, Lando, I can't ask that of you."

"You're not asking, I'm offering." Lando stands, pulling out his phone. "Text me the address of her school and I'll go get her. I drove my Rover this morning and guess what I still have in the back seat?" A brilliant smile flashes across his face.

Something stills in your chest at the fact that Lando left your daughter's booster seat in his car after all these weeks.

"Lan..."

"I don't want to hear any more arguments, mama."

Well that was certainly something you'd have to unpack your reaction to later.

"Are you sure?" You bite at your lower lip and Lando has to physically restrain himself from kissing you right there in your office. Something which he still hasn't done, as much as it was killing him. After dinner the other night he had wanted to kiss you more than anything but he hadn't wanted to rush you, Sarah's words echoing in his head. How he needed to be patient with you and how you'd bene through so much the past few years so he had chickened out, erring on the side of caution and had settled for a hug and quick press of his lips to your cheek instead. He had regretted it every moment since dropping you off at your door that night.

"Absolutely. Now, go call Ms. Rose back and tell her Lando Norris is coming to get Ms. Stelly Belly. Do you have a spare key for me? I'll take her back to your place and we'll watch movies 'til you can get home."

An unfamiliar sense of calm settles over you at the sound of confidence in Lando's voice. You don't let just anyone take care of Stella, especially when she's sick. Really, the only other two people that you'd ever trust with her are Sarah and your dad. That list now was a list of three, you supposed.

"Okay." You reply weakly. "Thank you, Lando. Seriously. I don't know how I'm ever going to repay you."

"Go get ready for your meeting, pretty girl." Without a second look, Lando turns and walks out of your office. Moments after he gets into the lift to head to his car, his phone chimes with a text from you giving him the address to Stella's school.

A few hours later, you slot the key to your front door in the lock, swinging the door open as quietly as you can manage. From the entryway, you can hear the TV playing in the living room on the other side of the house.

Just in case Stella is asleep, you don't announce your presence opting to tip toe towards where you think Lando and Stella will be instead. The sight that greets you when you finally spy them has your heart clenching painfully, stealing the breath straight out of your lungs. The couch is perpendicular to where you stand, so you can just see Lando's profile as he sits, cheek tilted down resting gently on Stella's head as he watched Frozen playing on the TV in front of him. Stella is cuddled up in his lap, her arms thrown around his shoulders and her little head is buried deep in the crook of his neck. Lando's arms are wrapped securely around your little girl as he cradles her to his chest.

You rub at your sternum, desperatly trying to massage the ache that has settled there at the way Stella is curled up into Lando for comfort. You've never seen her do this with anyone other than you. Not even Sarah.

Lando senses when you walk into the room, having not even heard the door open moments before. Stella sleeps soundly against him, her warm breath tickling at the space between his neck and shoulders. They hadn't been home longer than twenty minutes when Stella had started to cry because she felt so poorly. When Lando had offered her a cuddle to make her feel better until you could get home, Stella had crawled right up into his lap and fell asleep before Anna even had a chance to build that snowman.

He was surprised at how comfortable this felt, with Stella seeking comfort from him. How easily it had come for him to just wrap his arms around her frame so she'd stop crying. He was pretty sure he'd do anything to get your little girl to stop feeling sad.

Lando turns to you after a few moments and smiles. Something passes between you then, with Stella asleep in front of you. It's powerful and reassuring and everything that you've been waiting for since the day you had realized you'd be raising Stella on your own.

"I think I finally got her fever down." Lando whispers, not wanting to wake Stella up.

"Oh my gosh, I didn't even tell you where the paracetamol is in the house." Your hand flies back to your throat in horror.

"It's okay. Stella told me where it was. My mom helped me figure out the dosage for her."

"Your mom?" You squeak, swaying on your feet.

Lando chuckles. That had been an interesting call. He hadn't had the time to explain to her exactly why he was asking for help to figure out how much paracetamol to give Stella but he was panicked, the school being unable to give her a dose of anything and her fever was going up. She had been confused, but helped without further question.

"It's fine. We got it figured out and then I turned Frozen on and she fell asleep pretty quick after that. I haven't found the thermometer yet but she feels a lot cooler than she did earlier."

For a moment, all you can do is stare at Lando. It unnerved you how comfortable he was with her. Not in a bad way but in a completely unexpected way that had goosebumps littering your skin.

"How'd the meeting go?" Lando breaks the silence after a few moments.

Your eyes snap from Stella's sleeping frame to meet Lando's gaze. He made no attempt to move Stella off his lap or hand her over, just kept his arms securely around her while he waited patiently for your answer. He could tell you were trying to wrap your head around what you were looking at and he was hoping it was a good thing. He knew you weren't used to people stepping up for you, the close inner circle you kept was very small, but he hoped that after today you'd maybe let him in a little more.

"Oh..." You pause, struggling to focus on anything other than the sight in front of you. "Good actually! Zak was super impressed with what I've got done so far. He wants me to go to Bahrain later in the month for testing with the team to test the program first hand. And he wants me to go to a few races too"

"Baby," Lando coos, reaching out a hand to capture your fingers with his. Your heart squeezes at the pet name as you barely hold in the squeal at the nickname. "I'm so proud of you, that's amazing."

Tears threaten at the edge of your vision. It had been a long time since someone other than your own father had told you that they were proud of you. "I called my dad and him and my step mom are going to watch Stella whenever I need to travel and whatever they can't cover, I'm going to hire a nanny."

It had been Zak's idea to hire the nanny, a suggestion that nearly bowled you over when he made it. He knew your situation and had wanted to make sure that you were able to travel while being comfortable with leaving Stella with someone.

"Zak offered me a raise to help offset the cost of hiring someone." You say quietly, reflecting on how insistent the man had been when you waffled at the thought of traveling more this season.

The thought of getting to travel with you this season, even if it was solely for work, was so appealing to Lando it was a little silly. He had been thinking the other night how much it was going to suck having to travel so much this year just as things were getting started with you. He usually loved losing himself in the season, not having anything hold him back or weigh him down from enjoying the constant moving and sleeping in different hotel rooms every weekend. But as the season had approached and the prospect of spending less time with you had started to become a reality, the thought of the start of the season had filled Lando with a bit of dread and anxiety.

You just sat there for a moment, smiling over at Lando and Stella as he grinned back at you. It was a comfortable silence as that same feeling from earlier crackled through the air. Like something was being set into motion today that neither of you quite understood but both knew was the start of something important.

"It's almost dinner time. Why don't you go put her down in her bed, she sleeps like this whenever she's sick, and I'll make us dinner?" You suggest finally, realizing your stomach is begging to be fed.

Lando follows your suggestion and within a few minutes, is joining you in the kitchen as you bustle about trying to figure out what to make. "I was going to make some chicken noodle soup, I think I have everything for it and Stella loves it when she's sick."

"Considering I was going to be ordering take away tonight, anything you want to feed me is good." Lando murmurs, coming to stand behind you at the counter as you peel some carrots and chop the onions.

His arms slip around your waist and you can't help but lean back into his warmth for a moment, enjoying the way the heat of his body seeps into your muscles. Lando nuzzles into the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of you as deeply as he can, trying to commit your scent to memory. He wants to remember every little detail about this evening, something calm and steady settling into his bones as he gets a glimpse of what could be.

"You're distracting me." You mumble, the heat of Lando's breath tickling the sensitive skin at your neck.

"I"m sorry, but you're a constant distraction to me so consider it payback."

You chuckle, putting down the knife so you can spin around to face Lando instead. Your arms snake up his body before you clasp them behind his neck, enjoying the way he melts even further into your body now that you're closer.

"Thank you for coming to my rescue today." You whisper, voice raspy with emotion as you think about how much Lando's done for you in the short time you've been spending time with him.

Lando bumps his nose with yours and grins, the way you feel in his arms is something he's never experienced before. "I'd do anything for you and Stella, you know that."

"After today, I certainly do."

The look Lando gives you turns your core molten and you struggle to catch your breath. Gazing up at him through your lashes, you drop your gaze down to his lips before they flit right back up to those green blue watercolor eyes that always seem to find you wherever you are lately. Before you can steady yourself, he's leaning forward eyes locked on yours. The smile that sits at the corner of his mouth is so utterly enticing, you nearly forget your own name.

When Lando covers your lips with his for the first time, you swear you see stars. Gold bursts of light spark behind your closed lids, your entire world stuttering down to the way Lando kisses you. It's full of promise and longing and the smokey taste of desire. Your hands tangle through his curls on their own accord as you desperately try to get impossibly closer to him, losing all sense of decorum and control with just a simple kiss.

When he pulls away, Lando is satisfied at the heavy lidded look you stare up at him with, heart hammering in his chest like he's just finished the Singapore Grand Prix.

"I've been thinking about that since I left you at the door on Saturday without kissing you." He confesses, forehead tipping forward to rest on yours.

Emotion clogs your throat as you struggle for a response. Warmth pools deep in your belly as you settle on just a simple nod in response, knowing that Lando will instinctivly be able to tell that you feel the same. Silence fills the kitchen, comfortable and easy as Lando kisses you again. Both of you could feel it with that second kiss, this thing happening between you on this random Wednesday afternoon and both of you were secretly scared to death at what this was going to mean for every facet of your lives.

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fanon-elio · 4 months ago

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By your side.

Part 1

Summary: You are the CEO of a big company and hired Lycaon as your personal attendant, however it seems that your wolfish butler has developed a crush on you. So while you and him were on a business trip, both of you were forced to confront your growing feelings for eachother.

Tag: Green Letter (Sfw)

Pairing: Von Lycaon x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional and is not canon. You are responsible for the content you consume, so if the following warnings trigger you, you may read at your own risk.

Warnings: Fluff, Slow burn'ish, long fic, mutual pining, reader is smaller than lycaon, lycaon is down bad horrendous, friends to lovers type stuff, slight suggestive themes at the end.

Angst, Sexism (Not by Lycaon), slight racism (Not by Lycaon), jealousy, reader is lowkey burned out.

Other warnings: lowkey my first fanfiction, pls go easy on me. (T^T)

Yes, this fanfiction WILL contain Nsfw in the future.

I added some throw-away characters to the story as plot devices, no they're not oc's and they hold no importance to the story other than providing character development.

This fic contains a lot of scenarios written in Lycaons pov cuz i eat this shit up for breakfast.

I did not intent for this fic to become so long, that i had to split it into different parts. But i'm lowkey kinda happy how it turned out. Sorry for any possible mistakes. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. also, don't mind me adding a drawing i made just for vibes. Enjoy!

Lycaon has been your personal attendant for over a year now, attending to your every wish and request dutifully while you were busy handling your business.

At first Lycaon thought this was just going to be a job like any other, only to be proven wrong rather quickly. To say that both of you hit it off right away would be a slight understatement, it was shocking how good you two got along and understood eachother.

You impressed him with your steadfastness and professionalism when it came to your business. Something that seemed to resonate with him, and not only because your company specializes in custom-made prosthetics for humans and thirens alike. Even though this was what originally caught his attention, since his own mechanical legs were quite difficult to overlook.

Said mechanical legs were also the reason what made him so invested to support you where he could. A wish to see you succeed because your work greatly benefited other people - people just like him.

When you one day asked him if he could accompany you for a business trip to meet potential new investors, he accepted immediately without a second thought.

So with your ever so attentive right hand always by your side, you got in your car and were on your way.

---~---

Lycaon wanted to make your trip as enjoyable and comfortable for you as he possibly could, this is what you hired Victoria housekeeping for after all. Making sure your every desire was satisfied, and your every wish fulfilled was his duty to you...

So now imagine his sheer discontent at the current situation as he was forced to watch you awkwardly eat, or at least tried to eat the food you had on your plate without it coming back up.

"Caviar, what a pretentious meal" he had thought, clearly he would have made something better for you instead of whatever your plate was currently punishing you with. But the awful food wasn't the only thing what made this meal so infuriating, but rather the person on the other side of the table. A rich business man who had invited you to dinner a day prior to the planned gala which was the main reason of your trip.

If it were him, he would have declined the invitation. However, you hoped to draw a benefit out of the invitation - wanting to win this new investor for your cause.

Yesterday he had respected, if not even praised you for your decision. But right now he hoped you would throw your plate at said investor's face, good manners be damned. The short man, who barely didn't reach to Lycaon's chest, was ranting on and on about his achievements, trying oh so desperately to impress you on a more private level instead of the professional setting his earlier sent, very formal invitation was supposed to set up. And what was even more painful was not this poor excuse of a meal, or the way that man's voice hurt in Lycaon's ears, it was the way how he treated you.

He has interrupted you at least 5 times now, shooting down any of your advances to steer the conversation into what you were originally here for, and he grew more frustrated by the second.

"Of course I'm aware of the common folk's suffering, I myself invested a pretty penny in the research of joint and hip replacements, even going as far as to pay for a dozen surgeries for people who couldn't afford it, out of my own pocket i might add" He bragged, clearly nothing more than empty words in an attempt to woe you.

"That's wonderful, I'm glad you see the importance of our cause, I'm thankful that you want to support us as an investor-" you once again tried to redirect the conversation... "naturally I couldn't say no to such a stunning young Lady such as yourself" ...but once again failed.

Lycaons ear flicked in annoyance as your host continued to shamelessly flirt with you, while he was forced to listen.

Even though it is shameful and rather scandalous for Lycaon to admit, he has indeed developed feelings for you.

Feelings that go far beyond that of those an attendant should have for their employer but he couldn't help himself but be in awe of you. Of how you're able to be so strong and yet so kind, so strict and yet so graceful, so serious and yet so playful, the later a side only he gets to see when you allow him to indulge in the trust and friendship you have built with him.

And yet, both of you were once again forced to listen to another audition of your host's self-indulgent rambling.

"I was honestly surprised when you showed up earlier" he said suddenly, "how so?" You replied, politely putting down your fork as you reached for your drink hoping to wash the awful taste off your tongue it seems "In all honesty, I would have expected a man to show up instead of a woman" the man across from you spoke, and you grimaced clearly not only because of your drinks taste that was ordered for you by your host, insisting you drink some expensive wine with him, but also because of the sheer rudeness of the others answer. "Is that so?" You put down your glass and Lycaon had to supress a growl that threatened to escape his throat.

"Don't take this the wrong way sweetheart, it's just surprising nowadays to see a woman running a succesful business that doesn't include fashion or make-up" you briefly closed your eyes and took in a silent breath while Lycaon clenched his fist behind his back. "Times have definitely changed, Mr. Goldman" you replied, trying to stay polite despite the sexism thrown your way.

Lycaon on the other hand, tried to come up with any sort of excuse to get you out of this awful situation, clenching his jaw so painfully hard he was surprised his teeth didn't crack under the pressure. Clearly this man didn't see eye to eye with you, treating you like a trophy he's trying to win, completely disregarding and undermining your achievements and reducing you to nothing more than a pretty face.

How disgusting he thought.

"Please allow me to invite you to a party tonight, a pretty little thing like you would fit in just right" he shot a wink your way and Lycaon swore he saw you shudder for a moment. "But you can't bring him" Mr. Goldman said, using his fork to point at Lycaon. "Why does it bother you so?" You asked, now having completely abandoned the polite smile you wore just a few seconds ago. "It's a party of class of course, my apologies miss, but he doesn't fit in with the rest" Lycaon shot him a quick glare "he'd have to stay outside with the other pets" he felt his blood boiling, he's just about had it with this pretentious, condescending and sexist piece of shit.

However, he straightened his posture, remaining polite and professional. He gave you a quick glance as a silent way of asking for permission to make a break for the exit with you, maybe kicking that wimp across the room on his way out.

But his swirling thoughts were interrupted by you gently pushing your chair back and standing up.

"My apologies but I'm afraid I won't be able to attend then..." you spoke firm but still polite "...Lycaon is to remain by my side" you spoke and Lycaons heart skipped a beat. "Surely you can find someone else to accompany you for tonight miss y/n" your host argued, "I'm afraid not Mr. Goldman" you spoke, giving Lycaon a quick glance and the permission he needed.

With a small flash of satisfaction thrumming through his veins, he swiftly moved towards the door, opening it for you, "this way please." He said, bowing politely.

You grabbed your purse and made your way towards the door, making sure to give your was-host another glare on your way out. "Furthermore, Lycaon is not a pet" you said, not even trying to hide your discontent at the other's comment towards your companion.

"We'll see each other tomorrow at the gala, have a pleasant day Mr. Goldman" you replied as the door fell shut behind you and Lycaon.

---~---

The ride back to the vacation home you were currently residing in was quiet. Lycaon noticed that you seemed to be absorbed in your thoughts, possibly reflecting on anything that had happened.

He wanted to say something to ease your nerves, but couldn't find the right words. So instead, he opted to let you have the time you needed to wrap your head around the situation and how to act from here, since Mr. Goldman definitely didn't seem like a reliable support for your company or any other situation for that matter.

You came to a stop at a red light, and he couldn't help but glance at you again, at the way the sun cast a gentle glow on the features of your face and the way it almost seemed to make your hair shine in response to it's gentle rays of light. He once again finds himself greatly impressed by you, with the way you stood firmly to your standards and morals, how you remained patient and professional even though that filth didn't deserve an ounce of your kindness. However, more so than anything, it is the words you spoke at that moment that still vividly swirl in his mind,

"Lycaon is to remain by my side."

He loved the way you said it, perfectly capturing his own desire.

It is quite apparent to him that he no longer views his current situation as a job, he enjoys it way too much for that, and yet a small piece of his consciousness still berated him for acting like a love drunk puppy for so openly and unabashedly admiring you. You seemed to notice his gaze lingering on you and turned your head to look at him - but he had looked away just at that moment so you wouldn't notice how starstruck he appeared, at least he hoped you didn't. And yet, a small smile still found a way onto his lips.

He pulled into the driveway of your current abode, he felt glad to be back so early, despite the given turn of events at your "dinner."

While he got out, walking over to your side of the car to open the door for you, he already thought about what he could do to get your mind off that incident to at least make your day end on a positive Note.

Both of you entered the spacious place you and him called home for the time being. You sighed in relieve as you kicked off your high heels, whining at your terribly sore feet. You were glad this day was finally over, even though you felt all the more anxious about tomorrow's gala.

With your meteoric rise to fame also came a lot of pressure. The demand for your services and products rose daily. So much so that you had to expand your production efforts, almost doubling your expenses in the process. Dispite that, your manufacturing department was still slowly starting to get overwhelmed. However, the need for new employees couldn't be met without the necessary funding.

You made your way towards the kitchen, watching Lycaon as he was already preparing a proper dinner for you both. "Do you need help by any chance" you asked, even though you already knew the answer "I appreciate your offer master, but there is no need" yup, thought so "why don't you sit down in the livingroom and relax master, you had a straining day, and deserve a break." He said, shifting his attention back to cooking, "I shall inform you once dinner is ready"

Lycaon has always been that way, ever since he'd started working for you. But the more time you two spend together, the closer you two became, forming quite the strong friendship with eachother. Even though you hoped it would be more than that.

If you're being fully honest, you had developed a crush on the wolfish gentleman for quite some time now.

Okay, it might be more than just a little crush with the way he makes your heart race when he looks at you, or your head all dizzy with euphoria when he speaks with you while his deep voice still sends pleasant shivers down your spine.

He was easy to talk to and always had an open ear. Even though you did feel guilty by the way he was constantly spoiling you, wanting absolutely nothing more in return than your smile. In return, you started to praise him where you could, swooning over the way his ears tend to flick or the way his tail would wag a little, subtly portraying his feelings to you dispite his efforts to stay professional. You enjoyed when he was happy, so much so that you would always have to fight the urge to ask him if he would allow you to pet him.

"Dinner is served master"

---~---

After dinner, you found yourself sitting at the small bar of your kitchen. A glass martini Lycaon prepared for you in your hand as you engaged in riveting conversation with him, gossiping about your shared experience with Mr. Goldman as he did the dishes.

"And that awful vest of his? Olive green with orange? I don't think" you laughed and Lycaon secretly preened at the sound. "I was terribly tempted to throw my drink at him let me tell you, a shot of red would have been nothing short of a favor" you replied, and he nodded fully agreeing "unfortunately it wouldn't have made his face any more tolerable" he responded "much less his nasty attitude." Lycaon was still very sour of the other man's behaviour towards you. However, he felt his heart soaring when he remembered how you had stood up for him. "Well, to be fair, it sure would have distracted from it at least." You said before chugging the rest of your drink "even if it would have enraged him?" He asked, putting a clean plate to the side as he grabbed the next. You chuckled, "And even so, I can always count on you to protect me, can I not?" His tail began to wag a little at your words, and you were satisfied with yourself at his reaction, "Absolutely, master."

"Still, I applaud you for staying as calm as you did" Lycaon admitted, and you let out a sigh, his ears immediately perking up at the sound. "My apologies if I'm prying master" he turned his head to look at you, your own resting in your hand, "are you nervous about tomorrow's gala?" He asked, slight concern shining through his oh so polished demeanor.

"A little bit, not gonna lie" you admitted, "I just hope there won't be more people like him at the gala tomorrow" you said. A silence coming over you, rage still bubbling in your gut when you remembered how Mr. Goldman had compared Lycaon to a pet. "Eh, and even so, I hope they have better food at least" you said "I mean, caviar? Really? That's way too cliché" he smiled, concerned at you spacing out but still glad to know you shared the same opinion as him.

He was aware of your worries.

Your financial situation being the topic at every meeting, and he worried greatly for your health as he watched you plunge yourself into your work, day after day without a break. He remembered the days when he had to force you to take a break, sleep or even eat something. He desperately wanted to save you from the burnout that slowly creeped up on you.

"I think I'll be hitting the hay" you said through a yawn, getting up from where you'd been sitting. Lycaon looked at you as he pondered how he could ease your worries, even if just for a little.

He dried off his hands and walked around the kitchen counter, "could you spare one more moment for me, master?" He asked, and you turned around, seeing him approaching. "Of course, what's up?" He didn't speak, instead he moved and gently pulled you into an embrace.

It wasn't restraining nor unpleasant, it was comforting and warm as you felt his arms wrap around you. "Don't worry master, I'm sure your hard work will pay off at tomorrow's gala" he spoke, low and gentle. You hugged him back, hearing faint rustling which you suspected to be his wagging tail.

Both of you pulled back, as this tender moment you and Lycaon shared slowly came to an end, even tho neither of you wanted it to. Both of you decided to retire for the night, tomorrow would be a straining day for the both of you after all.

Sleep would come quickly for you thanks to that bit of alcohol in your system, while Lycaon would lay awake for just a little longer, thinking about you as he tried to memorize the way you felt in his arms, letting this one certain sentence replay in his mind once again as he drifted off to sleep.

Lycaon is to remain by my side.

---~---

Everything was still dead silent as your eyes cracked open. You blinked a few times, wondering what time it was as you reached for your phone on the bedside table. Glancing at the display, as the discomfort from the sudden brightness slowly faded.

You sighed heavily as you looked at the daunting digits, solidifying your suspicion.

3:27 am

You tossed and turned, but couldn't find the comforting sleep you yearned for. Your stomache growled and you pondered going for a midnight snack.

With a sigh, you sat up and stretched, cringing at the cracking sound of your joints. Rubbing your eyes, you swung your legs out of bed and made your way towards the kitchen to make yourself a much-needed midnight snack.

You cussed out the sandman for once again having ghosted you as you rounded the corner, a flash of white catching your eye, and you stopped. Even though you knew that Lycaon was definitely an early bird type of person, you still didn't expected to find him standing in the kitchen at the same ungodly hour. The soft light of the opened refrigerator filling the room as you peaked around the corner, taking in his appearance.

It was surprising to see your wolfish butler, who was normally so professional and serious about how he presented himself to others, stumble shirtless and rather sleep dazed through the kitchen. His mechanical feet clacking on the ground and his tail swishing behind him as he moved around.

Never in the entire time he has worked for you have you ever seen him out of uniform, and the more you took in his disheveled appearance and his strong and muscular body, the less you seemed to care to admit that he was painfully handsome.

Ah hell, smocking hot would be a better fit. Naturally you assumed he was working out, but you had no idea your personal attendant was this ripped. You felt a bit embarrassed as you continued gawk at your friend and buttler's biceps and abs. You caught a glimpse of his teeth as he yawned, further noticing how different he looked without his muzzle and eye patch.

You let your gaze wander down to his prosthetics, slowly seeming to sober up, as you wondered what had happened to him that left him in such a state. From missing arms to missing legs, you had encountered your fair share of injuries since starting your business, but never had you asked what had happened before. Neither your clients and especially not Lycaon not wanting to pry into his past. Too afraid of accidentally offending him by reopening past wounds, and yet you couldn't help but wonder how he must feel. loosing one leg must be traumatizing enough, but both?

He closed the refrigerator and the sound of it ripped you out of your trance. You watched him as he scratched the back of his neck seemingly making his way back to bed, and you hoped that sleep still had enough of a grasp on him that he wouldn't notice your presence.

You decided to carefully make your way back to your bedroom as well, as not to embarrass him with a sudden entrance while he was so scarcely dressed. You hoped to actually find sleep again because you couldn't help the feeling that tomorrow would be an awfully difficult day.

---~---

Part 2 ->

Listen,

When i tell you that I absolutely did not mean to make this fanfiction this long.

At first it was supposed to be a oneshot, but as it so happens, i got absolutely carried away. And after +2k words i realized that i might wanna split this fanfiction up, cuz ain't nobody on tumblr wanna read an entire essay. Also, it's the way how anxious i am uploading this help. Let's hope it's gonna be a positive experience, otherwise i might admit myself to psychiatric care asap.

Anyways,

thank your for reading, i hope it was to your liking.

Part 2 will probably drop next Friday cuz i need time to make a new drawing.

Btw. Here is a quick doodle just for shitt's and giggles.

Aight bye~

-Elio

#von lycaon x reader #lycaon x reader #zzz x reader #zzz x you #I have no idea what i'm doing lmao #von lycaon #zzz von lycaon #fluff #angst #furry #x reader #werewolf x human #werewolf x reader

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cultofdixon · 1 year ago

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Lost in your own mind

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • We all have hard days and sometimes we need our partners to hold us just to make it a little less hard • ANGST/SFW • TW: Depression

Requested by: Anon

I…don’t quite know what’s happening.

The Saviors war ended…I should be happy, right?

Well…Abraham died…Glenn died, and Maggie has to raise her son alone…

Rick kept that monster alive…

Our family split into the communities…

We aren’t…all together anymore.

I don��t know what’s happening anymore

“Are you going home soon?” Carol asks Daryl as she comes to check on him after taking a month's watch for the Sanctuary.

“Just finished getting my shit together.” The archer states dropping his bag by his bike, noticing Carol’s concerned expression which bubbled his own. “What? What aren’t yea saying?”

“Y/N missed a few trading days. Michonne went in her place and wouldn’t really…tell me what’s happening”

I knew it was a mistake to go. I just—-“Is she—-“

“No! No, thankfully. That’s the only thing Michonne would update me on. She doesn’t know why Y/N hasn’t left the basement you two call home. Rick would send food down with Judith so she couldn’t say no to it. I think she’s depressed”

“Could that have been because I left to do this?”

“Hey, there’s no need to blame something or someone. Sometimes people fall into a depressive episode without a reason…” Carol leaned against the loading dock crossing her arms and avoiding his eye contact for a moment. “It could be because we were in survival mode during the war that we couldn’t feel anything else”

Daryl nods to her words taking it in and realizing that explains a lot of the feelings almost everyone affected by the war has been having.

“I…You sure it ain’t cuz—-“

“Daryl, if you’re talking about the moment…the exact moment after the war just ended? You know she understands why you pushed her away but that was months ago. Not everyone is going to feel everything that happened to them because of Negan and the Saviors right when the war is over”

Hell, you’re still going through it

You’re still back there.

Daryl rode his bike throughout the night have escorting Carol back to the Kingdom to make sure she got home safe before going back home to Alexandria. He knew his mind was racing on the endless possibilities of Y/N could be doing while in this episode but all she did was not leave their home beneath the Grimes residence.

The archer was greeted by a few friends as he entered the community, and was informed that Rick and Michonne weren’t in (Jude being watched by Aaron). So he’ll be alone with his partner until the Grimes return.

To his surprise, Y/N was in the main kitchen when he opened the door entering the quiet home. She kept her attention in front of her at the jammed bread she just had prior to Daryl coming home.

“Hey” His voice was softer than normal in case he startled her but she only acknowledge his presence a short moment after he spoke. A bit unphased.

“Hey…did you just get back?”

“Yeah, uhm. The watch is over so…” Daryl brought himself to sit at the kitchen island as Y/N picked up her plate and knife bringing it with her to sit with him. “Carol came by before I drove back. You feeling okay?”

“Uhm…No” Even in the state of mind she was in, she wouldn’t lie to Daryl. Not only would he be one of the few to see right through the lie, but she didn’t have the energy to keep it going if she did. “You hungry? I…made it but I’m not really feeling it anymore”

As the plate was pushed in his direction, Daryl took the knife she had cutting it in half and giving her the other while he ate his.

“Yea made it for yourself. I’ll share it but least have some of it” After he said such, Y/N picked at it at first before deciding to finally eat it.

They sat in silence for a bit and Daryl relaxed when Y/N brought her head to rest on his shoulder but her body tensed. As if she was afraid to do such, like…he’d disappear again. He brought his arm around her shoulders feeling the tension in her shoulder finally relax.

“Let’s turn in, yeah?”

“It’s not too early?”

“Nah, come on” Daryl gave a small smile before getting out of the seat taking her hand into his making their way to the basement.

It wasn’t a basement exactly, just a living quarters underneath the main house.

It was…well exactly how he left it. Looked as if he just moved in and nothing was made for it to look like their home so it brought back the moment.

“Daryl?” Y/N calls out to him as he walked away from the scene of Maggie falling to the earth sobbing while Michonne comforted her even if she sided with her husband.

“Daryl!” She called out following him into the forest watching him stop abruptly making her freeze in her place.

“Do you agree with what he’s done? With Rick’s stupid decision to keep that bastard alive”

“Is this a loaded question for me or a simple…” She quieted herself when Daryl turned toward her with an annoyed expression. He didn’t mean to. “No I don’t agree with what Rick has done”

“Will you hate me for mine?”

“What?”

“I…just need a moment alone. I don’t want you to think that I don’t need you or nothin’. Before this whole fight we were gonna…settle? Be us. Then I got taken. You got attacked. Our home got set ablaze. It’s a lot and…”

“Daryl…just. If I come to you, don’t push me away. I’ll give you what you want but I…”

“If you call, I’ll be there.”

Y/N knew that were true but she got stuck in her own mind from all that happened that she didn’t want to flood what could be going on in Daryl’s. Even if in this very moment, Daryl wanted to know everything going on. Just a word would do.

His partner got into the bed while he got out of the clothes from the day. Y/N already wore sweats as she’s been dressing more comfortably the past month since she hasn’t left the walls. He glances at her through the mirror on their shared dresser seeing her sit comfortable by the pillows but keep a blank gaze.

Once the archer got his boots off, he got comfortable in the bed beside Y/N and before she laid down he opened his arm for her.

“Come here, sunshine” He whispers watching her lay into his side feeling his hand gently rub soothing motions on her back. “I’m not going anywhere” he states pressing a kiss to the top of her head as she shifts to bring herself more into his embrace. “Everything’s okay. You are okay” he whispers to her feeling her tighten her grasp on him.

“Nothings…wrong” Y/N exhales a shaky breath feeling him hold her closer. “I’m fine you know…”

“I do” Daryl replies keeping his hand rubbing circles on her back feeling her head turn into his chest. “You are fine, you are going to be fine”

It happened slowly…the tears that sprung from her eyes as she cried into her partner’s chest feeling him tighten around her in a protective manner pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“I’m never leaving you again”

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

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cazzyf1 · 4 months ago

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The other day on my tiktok I created a simple post about how James Hunt is more than just the Playboy persona that is associated with him. This flew over someone's head who commented about how he was a Playboy. I responded explaining the point of the video but instead they doubled down saying that James didn't care about F1 only about partying.

So today I went through some of my books and gathered a load of quotes to show the James Hunt that most people do not know about, the one outside of the Playboy perception. I've posted it on tiktok but figured I'll upload it here as well so the true James Hunt can reach more people and slowly we can dismantle the reputation 'Rush' gave him ❤️

TW: Depression, unhealthy coping mechanisms/addictions

When you think of James Hunt you think of the 'playboy'. The guy who partied, drank lots, took drugs and slept with lots of women. Its true he did that, and a lot but to dismiss him as just that is wrong. He was a good driver, a person who tried his best, a kind man who cared for human & animal rights.

The next few slides I've compiled quotes from a few books and website to show what kind of person he actually was and what he went through in life and that less people will dismiss him as just a Playboy.

James Hunt's first marriage was rocky because James was already very involved in his addictions and he knew he didn't love Susy because he felt that he wasn't capable of love. But he felt responsible for her and wanted to look after her. Here is his own opinion from his book ->

"It was really THE problem. I thought that marriage was what I wanted and needed to give me a nice stable and quiet home life, but in fact it wasn't and the key mistake was mine. I really wanted to go racing on my own, and it wasn't much fun for Susy to sit at home and wait for me all that time. It was also a terrible hassle for her to come racing because race meetings were probably the most relaxing time in my schedule. The rest of the time you tend to be leaping on aeroplanes once a day and that made it even worse because it's bad enough organizing one person to get on an aeroplane. Organizing two gets to be twice as much hassle. It got to the point where it was a problem for Susy to come travelling and a hell of a deal for her to stay at home. It was making life miserable in the extreme for her and since I felt responsible for her it was making me miserable too. So we had agreed to split up and then Richard Burton came along and solved all the problems. We had had an immensely successful marriage because I learnt an awful lot about myself and life and I think Susy did too. We all ended up happy, anyway, which is more than can be said for a lot of marriages" - p14 Against All Odds

Much is said about James Hunt and the ladies he kept company, and without knowing anything about James you might assume the worst, but here's some quotes about what he was actually like with the ladies ->

"I don't usually have sex before a race because I am very definitely concentrating -I find that it is the communication between two people that makes it worth- while, and before a race I am pretty uncommunicative. However, if say I have an hour or so to spare before dinner on the night before a race then I can enjoy the physical release. But I will only do it with someone who is fully understanding" - p15 Against All Odds

"He was always attentive to his partners needs. Indeed much of his satisfaction came from giving pleasure. The only problem, some of them confessed, was that his desire to please often out-stripped their needs" - p264 James Hunt: The Biography

"I was sure he was gay, because he never made a move on me for so long" - p278 Jane Birbeck, long time partner, James Hunt: The Biography

"He missed the actual skirmish - he was inside getting drinks at the bar - but had to be forcibly restrained from going after the policeman who hit his girlfriend" - p284 James Hunt: The Biography

James Hunt had many affairs in his time, because he had become an addict to many things including women (more on this later) He was aware of his and it plagued James that he couldn't control it ->

"One evening she returned to their London home to find James in tears. He was tormented by feelings of guilt caused by his lust for other women. He confessed the full extent of his unfaithfulness, that it was unfair to her and that for her sake they couldn't remain a couple. It wasn't that he was bored with her, but that his desire for other women was insatiable and uncontrollable. He held Jane in his arms and they both wept" - p320

One thing that helped James in his life time was his love for animals especially his pet dog Oscar. Here are some quotes about his love for animals and how far he would go to help protect them ->

"I think in a way Oscar was the child James never had at that stage. He was a remarkable dog, no question, but James thought a lot about animals and their requirements and was very concerned about their needs. He gave Oscar the very best treatment and also was keenly intrested in the welfare of other dogs. He would look at a dog, wonder if it's owner was treating it well and bringing it up properly and if the dog was getting everything out of life that it could" - p281

"Before he came to know James better, the journalist Nigel Roebuck was pleasantly surprised by an incident involvinged stray dog. It was late in the evening after a Grand Prix and tha teams were packing up to leave when James, while talking to Roebuck, saw the dog wandering around the paddock, shiver-ing and obviously very hungry. Roebuck, also sensitive to the needs of an animal in distress, went with James to several of the team motorhomes where they got food and fed the dog. But that wasn't the end of it as far as James was concerned. He insisted that they should take the dog up to the race control centre.

Roebuck: 'He took the dog in there and would not leave until he was sure it would be looked after. James actually made this official sign a piece of paper saying he would take care of the dog and see that it was housed and properly cared for. I was very impressed with this. James was probably one of only a handful of people on this entire planet who would even give that sort of thing a second thought." - p281

"He also thought the wild animals residing on his estate should be left alone. If vermin had to be controlled it should be done in the most humane way possible, and he strongly dissaproved of blood sports. The very thought of fox hunting he found horrible and he vowed not to allow it on his property" - p308

James was also incredibly caring towards the young people in his life such as his sons and his younger siblings. Here’s an extract from his first GF about James and his siblings ->

".. the way he expressed his concern for the emotional youngest members of his family:

He really enjoyed looking after them, and just seeing the way the behaved with his little brothers and sisters you knew was instinctive in him. He was always going to be a good father.

One evening he invited her home where he was babysitting Jo Jo, Dave and Tim. When James had tucked them in he left Ping to read them a bedtime story. When Ping came downstairs James asked her if she had helped them say their prayers. When I said no, James said: "Right. You've missed out hugely there. Come on, we'd better go and do it." So they did. His attitude was that he was taught to do that by his parents and it simply had to be done.'

But he also practised what he preached, and he believed in the power of prayer. In the troubled years to come James would pray to God for strength and help, and he eventually passed on the bedtime prayer ritual to his own two boys, to whom he became completely devoted.

During his time with Ping he had talked about having children, and she thinks fatherhood earlier in his life would have prevented James from sinking into his period of decadence.

I felt so sorry for him then because I knew underneath it wasn't the real James doing this. I think he was trying to make life happy, the wrong way. If he had settled down earlier, had a more normal home life with children of his own when he was younger, one could have seen a totally different James.' - p26

James Hunt cared for human rights especially taking a stand against the Apartheids in South Africa. The Apartheids in short was a system of racial segregation. In protest most sports were not going to South Africa but Formula One still was, and James Hunt made it clear his thoughts

“We were once covering the South African Grand Prix during the days of apartheid. All of a sudden, and for no particular reason, he launched into an attack on apartheid.

“It was nothing to do with the Grand Prix, nor would it do British-South African relations any good. Our producer pushed a piece of paper across saying: ‘Talk about the race!’

“And then James blurted out on air: ‘Thank God we’re not actually there!”

But simply calling out Apartheid on the air wasn’t enough for Hunt. He sought to have his race commentaries blocked from being broadcast in South Africa, but was unsuccessful.

When that didn’t work, he instead — and secretly — gave financial support from his income as a race broadcaster to groups struggling to end Apartheid in South Africa."

"His deeply compassionate and loving nature was something that, unfortunately, wasn't adequately conveyed to the public, who only ever heard about the sensational side of James Hunt" - p282 John Watson

As mentioned earlier James Hunt was an addict. His playboy lifestyle was his addictions and this is all rooted back to the fact that James Hunt had depression which grew stronger and stronger. He relied on his additions to get rid of his depression which meant he kept doing more and more. Here are some quotes about his struggle with it and eventually how he overcame it ->

"At home James became increasingly introverted, uncommunicative and reclusive. He gave up golf and spent more and more of his time in the aviary tending his budgies. While the parties continued he would often leave the guests to Sarah and closet himself in the aviary for hours on end.

It became obvious that James was very troubled, but only Sarah and his closest friends knew the full extent of the anguish and despair James suffered during his bouts with what he called his 'dippers'.

Black dog' was the term Winston Churchill used for the recurring 'depressions which afflicted him throughout his life. Bubbles Horsley thinks James was 'born with a "black dog" on his shoulder. His racing pushed the "dog" away far enough so that it was no longer visible. But underneath that wonderful joie de vivre, the laughter and enjoying life, he was given to black moods. He was fearful of them and maybe it was that fear that drove him on. Perhaps without it he would never have been World Champion.

'And I think after the initial "honeymoon" of retirement from racing the black dog came and sat on his shoulder and wouldnt go away. So he became more fearful and sought distraction in various ways, through sex and drink and drugs and rock and roll, as it were." - p323

"At home Sarah watched her husband's condition worsen and desperately sought to help him. She thought his depressiond might partly be due to a chemical imbalance that James was born with, a theory that James explored himself. Then, too, to keep his dippers at bay he consumed too much alcohol and marijuana, both of which can temporarily bring relief but over the long term on have depressive effects.

Like others, Sarah felt that another reason for his 'dippers' might have been because he cut off his emotions early in his life and never learned how to open up to people, or to need them. He was essentially a lonely man and his inability to form close relationships made him despair. His depressions further deadened his feelings, and when he was unable to respond emotionally to marriage and children he grew progressively more despondent.

Sarah: 'He was at war with himself. His depressions became Intolerable and towards the end he stopped trying to fight them coming on because he knew they would take over for two days or week. His face would go black and he would take to his bed and stay there, even on Christmas Day. He'd gone to bed two days beforehand and we had Christmas stockings for the boys. I said, Come on, Beast, the boys are waiting." And he said, "Beast, i can't do it." And he was crying" - p333

"When James felt a "dipper" coming on he would go on two- or three-day benders, mostly drinking vodka. He would just keep going and going, which was always a bit terrifying, and after these deep, dark blank days he would suffer real self-loathing. He could forget his trouble with drink, but it always came back.

For many years trying to get rid of his depression was his major concern, which is why he got the budgerigars. He thought it would be such a huge amount of effort that it would distract him and they became an obsession rather than a hobby. He would sit in the aviary for hours, but he would come back still in the grip of gloom. And for a long time he was so down it was very hard to even converse with him." - p326

"He tried different treatments acupuncture, Chinese herbal medicine and looked into every possible theory. He went to different healers, therapists, psychologists, psychiatrists, psychoanalysts, the lot, to try and find the root of his depression. And in the end he cracked it" - p337

"He began to become more diet-conscious and to eat healthy foods. He also consumed information, in books and magazines, on overcoming addictions, and sought more professional help.

He knew he should stop smoking cigarettes and reduce his marijuana consumption, and he told some friends he thought he might be an alcoholic. He worried that his need for women was another form of addiction and feared he might contract AIDS and infect someone else.

John Hogan: 'So he stopped it all. Straightened himself out by absolute willpower. The strength of character of the man enabled him to get out of it. He cut out the cigarettes, the dope and drugs. the booze and the womanising and his sense of priorities became more well-balanced.' - p338

As he started healing himself of his addictions he became serious about F1 again. He always cared for the sport, doing everything he could to race when he was younger and now though he was retired he still commentated and took part in other ways to stay close to the sport ->

"James became serious about strengthening his position in the media side of Formula 1 racing. He took on an internationally syndicated newspaper column and spent many hours gathering information for it. Working with a journalist he applied himself conscientiously to making sure that every word was written to his satisfaction" - p338

James started to heal his relationships as well, becoming an amazing parent to his two boys and finally meeting a woman who helped him feel loved and be able to love after so long of not being able to ->

"The boys were real handfuls to look after but he was awfully good with them and he really fathered and mothered them extremely well. He was always up early in the morning cooking their breakfast and then the four of us would go off salmon fishing. James would fish properly and I would fool around fishing with the youngsters. And then in the evening we used to settle down and he would tell them stories." - p343

A letter James sent to his girlfriend Helen:

"I went to the parents' 50th in a totally negative frame of mind, feeling very much an outsider and wanting the floor to swallow me up. As the day went on, although I remained 'out- side', I could see and feel lots of generous, undemanding love around me. Something changed for me there with my family. Everyone was exuding love and I saw the wonder of it and want to be part of it, but firstly with you.

I realise now that the feeling of not being loved as a child made me close up to any incoming love projected onto me. I do see that I cannot live on without love. You brought it home to me when you pointed out how well I'm doing with the boys. Well I have had to work at that and I've got better at it and I have to do it with you. You are the girl of my dreams. Without you I have no future. I want to make you happy and continue to do so until I die.

All my love for the love of my life,

James"

- p350

Finally James was happy. He was healed from his addictions, in a healthy relationship, had two lovely sons and a job he loved. And best of all he was able to be open with Helen ->

"James confessed to Helen that he was unable to be faithful to anyone in the past because sex was for him just another addiction and he needed women to get his highs. He disliked social gatherings and only had parties or went to them to pick up women. Helen was willing to forgive and forget what went on before, but told him she wouldn't tolerate it in their relationship and he agreed to be faithful to her." - p350

Helen went away on a girls holiday before her and James were going to start trying for children. James proposed to her over the phone on the holiday to which she said yes. But she would never see her finance because he passed away from a heart attack. Unfortunately the previous life he lead caught up to him.

Thank you for reading all of this and I hope you now know more about James Hunt than you already did! It's sad that James is best known now for his unhealthy coping mechanisms for his depression, especially with the film 'Rush' romanticising it. But even if just one person reads all of this it means one more person knows the truth of James Hunt and that makes it worth it ❤️

#classic f1 #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #vintage f1 #james hunt

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atwingeofcringe · 1 year ago

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A/N: hello everyone! this is my first fic on this account! ive written 3 parts to this but ive written them in a way where they could all be standalones and there are time gaps between them but ive left it up for you to decide how much time! ive seen people say different time spans for how long it takes for him to warm up to an S/O and i wanted to keep it vague! even though i have the other 2 written im not sure when i'll post them because i have a lot going on right now but we'll see! i also tried to write these in a way so that you can imagine which ever version of Michael you like most or the version you think best fits! all my writing is done on my phone btw so sorry if there are mistakes i didnt catch! sometimes my phone likes to think it knows more than me lmao! Summary: Michael feels conflicted feelings as you patch up his wounds. Pairing: Michael Myers x Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 1,344

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The sound of your back door opening and then closing broke your attention away from your tv for a split second, then you faced the tv again. Heavy footsteps made their way over to you but you remained watching your show, unconcerned. A dark figure emerged from around the corner and stood there silently, knife in hand, and staring right at you. Anyone else would have been frightened by this but, for you, this is a normal occurrence.

“Hey, Michael!” you greeted, looking up from your show.

Of course, you got no greeting in return, but that’s normal too. He stepped more into view, letting you see him more clearly and you gasped at the sight. He was covered in blood and clearly injured. You knew most of the blood wasn’t his but you were still worried.

You shot up out of your seat on the couch and quickly ushered Michael into your kitchen, where you kept your medical supplies, and sat him down at the table. His bloodied knife was taken to the sink for washing later. He didn’t think his injuries were that bad and why you fussed over him so much, he just wanted to come by to check on you. Still, he let you do what you wanted.

“Can you take this off?” You asked, pointing to his blood soaked coveralls.

He pulled the zipper down pushed the top of the coveralls down until it rested around waist, exposing plain black t-shirt that was also soaked with blood. You thanked him and carefully started tending to any fresh and exposed wounds you could see, all the while trying to keep skin to skin contact to a minimal. He’s not a fan of being touched and you didn’t want to make him angry.

While you did this, you could feel his eyes on you the whole time. You’re used to it, though. His eyes constantly followed your every movement. In the beginning, this used to make you uncomfortable. Now, you paid it no mind and sometimes even forgot about it.

“There.” You sighed, carefully pushing his shirt sleeve back down over his shoulder after taking care of a cut. He stared as you stood over him, looking him over to make sure you got everything. Your eyes scanned him until you got this masked face, seeing more blood on the mask itself and also some parts of his exposed skin from under the mask. You’ve never seen him without it on and you never wanted to ask in case it upset him, but you’re worried.

“Um, do you mind if this comes off too?” Unintentionally, your voice came out small and your throat felt a little dry. You didn’t mean to sound so nervous but you couldn’t help it.

He didn’t make any moves that indicated a yes or a no, only staring up at you. You slightly shuffled uncomfortably before deciding ‘fuck it’ and slowly lift your hand towards the mask. Your finger tips barely made contact with the bottom of before his own hand shot up at light speed and grabbing yours, making you nearly jump out of your skin. His hand gripped yours tightly and it was a little painful but ignored it and swallowed hard before opening your mouth to say something else.

“I-I just want to see if you need stitches or something.” Your voice was shaky and the sound of your heart pounding from the jumpscare was loud in your ears. “I don’t want you to get infected.”

He sat there, staring up at you from his seat and clenching your hand for a few more seconds before letting go. A quiet, relived sigh left your lips as the pain dissipated from your poor hand and you wiggled your fingers a little, trying to get out any lingering pain. Michael looked down as his hands came up and gripped the mask, slowly taking it off.

When the mask was fully off he didn’t look back up at you, letting his gaze linger down at the mask in his hands. For some reason, this made you nervous again but you swallowed your fear and spoke up. “Can I see?”

He was still. Is he afraid of something? Is he nervous too? Most likely, you’ll never know the thoughts swimming through his mind. He’s never been an easy person read, which is how he likes it. Honestly though, he was a little scared. He does’t want to be perceived as just a man and that’s all he felt like without his mask. With it on, he felt powerful and people feared him. Now, here he is risking that reputation and for what? A few cuts and bruises? He knows he doesn’t have to do this but something about your good nature towards him compelled him and it was leaving him feeling conflicted.

“Michael?”

Your voice interrupted his thoughts and he huffed, acknowledging that he heard you.

“Can I see?” You asked one more time. Michael sighed and lifted his head, locking eyes with you once more. You had to stop yourself from gasping at the man in front of you. You’ve thought about what he might look like before but you never expected him to be so… pretty. A smile formed on your face as you tried to fight the blush that threatens to light up your cheeks. “There you are!” You said cheerfully.

He isn’t sure what you meant by that but he sat up straight to let you examine the cuts on his face. You leaned in closer to get a good look but not too close so you didn’t make him uncomfortable.

“Just a couple scratches.” You said, mostly to yourself. “These don’t look bad at all. You’ve got quite the bruise here, though-“ without thinking your hand came up to lightly trace the dark spot that formed near his eye but before you could, his hand came up once again squeezing yours and making squeak in surprise. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking!” You winced.

Micheal stared up at you with a dangerous expression. How could you be so absent minded? Have you forgotten who he is? Did taking of his mask actually ruin your image of him? The thought of his dangerous reputation being ruined angered him and he absent mindedly squeezed your hand harder just thinking about it.

“Michael, your hurting me!” You were nearly on the verge of tears from the pain and trying to pull your hand away.

Michael started thinking about how much you’ve done for him over the time he’s known you. Always worrying about him, giving him a place to hide and rest, feeding him. Would letting down his walls be so bad if it was just you? He knows he’d be just fine without you but thinking of you not existing in his life made him disappointed.

His grip on your hand softened but he didn’t let go. He was still holding on firmly, keeping you from pulling away. You gave up and watched him as he watched you. His eyes pierced yours in a way you feel like you hadn’t seen before. You gulped and asked “are you okay?”

Micheal slowly blinked up at you and loosened his grip on you a little more. You could pull away now if you wanted to but made no attempt. What happened next made butterflies erupt your stomach and you know your face was bright red. Micheal slightly turned his head, now facing your hand, keeping his eyes on you, and placed a gentle kiss to the middle of your palm. Your heart was pounding so hard the sound was nearly deafening in your ears. As his lips left your hand, he softly pressed it against his cheek. You weren’t sure what caused his sudden change in mood, but, honestly, you weren’t complaining.

Your eyes flicked to his lips for a split second before looking back into his eyes. He noticed but made no moves and you were fine with it. Just being close like this was enough.

#Halloween #Michael Myers #Michael Myers x Reader #Slasher x Reader #Slashers x Reader #im so nervous about posting omg 😩

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starvingmedievalpeasant · 1 year ago

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Using You For Pleasure // Kevin Khatchadourian

It's been three years since Kevin's parents had gotten divorced, One year since settling on split custody. Without Eva to torture, No Celia to bully and having to constantly keep up his good boy facade in front of Franklin, Kevin feels like he might go insane. That is until he manages to find an outlet for his violent impulses and fantasies in the form of his absolute social failure of a classmate.

Important Tags! : NON-CON, Watersports/Omorashi/Desperation Wetting, Forced Exhibitionism/Semi-Public/Classroom Sex, No actual sex tho just m!Masturbation, Groping, Harassment, Bullying, Stalking, Dacryphillia, Tears/Sweat/Snot used a lube, Non-Sexual Vomiting, Hinted Animal Abuse/Death

English is not my first language so please forgive any spelling/grammar mistakes. First posted fic, Would really appreciate feedback. Cross-Posted on my AO3 @starvingmedievalpeasant

Reader is described as a female with noticeable chest, Thick thighs, Dark hair, Socially awkward/unaware and with odd interests. Because what is a reader insert with no author self projection?

Kev is 18-19 reader is 18

I'll Never Feel Ashamed Of Using You For Pleasure

It's an abnormally hot day in early May.

Most students of Gladstone High are sitting at the cafeteria for lunch break, eating and socializing with each other after their stuffy sweaty classes. Their teachers have been continuously drilling at them the whole day to drink a lot of water as the AC system has been disabled due to an awful almost rotting smell that has been emanating from it since yesterday.

"I wonder what animal died in there"

Y/n hears from the table besides her. "Ugh are you really that stupid? It's obvious someone put a stink bomb up in those vents, I hope whoever did that is happy with themselves" one of the boys at the table mocks his friend, "No listen, It smells just like when I went hunting with my dad and we found a deer corpse, Like some animal has been decomposing for a week...". Y/n slowly tunes out of the conversation as she wipes sweat from her forehead and takes a long swig from her water bottle.

The dark haired girl is sitting at a table at the corner of the cafeteria, Alone. She hasn't made any friends in her whole first semester at her new school, But she reckons being unnoticed is much better than being bullied like at her previous school, And although there aren't even any people sitting at her table, Y/n hasn't been able to truly revel in her quiet solitude for quite some time now.

The hairs on the back of her neck stand up and a shiver runs down her spine, after a few seconds of looking around her eyes find the source of her uneasiness.

...Yep, He's still staring.

Unblinking dark brown eyes looking into her own, An amused smirk on the lips of barer of said eyes. "Man, This guy just doesn't take a break..." she mumbles under her breath. Kevin has been staring at her for weeks, The first few times she thought she just had food stuck in her teeth or her clothes were messy, After the second week she began to take his reputation into consideration and came to the conclusion that so called 'Kevin-Ketchup' resident school weirdo is just trying to mess with her. Her gaze lowers back to her tray, Attempting to escape the boy's burning gaze. She munches on her lunch silently, Wishing she could just be home on her computer right now. Not that it would have helped much, Sometimes it seems like her body just can't shake off the feeling of being watched even at her own home.

Y/n ’s self pitying train of thought is soon broken by a subtle cough beside her which catches her attention.

“Sorry… I’m Kevin.” He says, staring directly at Y/n . Her head turns slowly to look at him for a brief moment, not sure how to respond as this is the first time she has been approached by Kevin - or anyone, Honestly, She thought that he would never actually talk to her and just attempt to freak her out with staring alone.

“Uh… hi, Kevin.” She looks up at him, forcing a smile. 'I really hope this isn't the beginning of him bullying me, I thought I was done with that shit last year' she says in her head. "So... What's up?" The girl asks him, Trying to be polite. She takes in his attire, Tight black skinny jeans and a little boys' hotdog and mustard shirt he has definitely been wearing since 5th grade. “Oh…” Kevin seems to be lost in thought as he inspects her appearance. Y/n is noticeably alarmed as Kevin’s eyes fixate on her tits for a few moments, She crosses her arms on her thin cotton t-shirt, in an attempt to conceal her body. “Nothing… Well, I wanted to talk to you. And you… look great today, I like your skirt” Kevin says casually as if talking to a friend. "Haha not sure how great I look with armpit sweat stains, Should have worn a darker shirt, Am I right?" She replies dryly, Hoping it might disgust him enough to make him leave.

He does not.

His burning gaze only intensifies.

She hugs her arms to her chest tighter, accentuating it by accident, Her forced smile has turned from mildly fearful to full blown uncomfortable. "Ssso, What'd'you wanna talk about?" She asks. “Oh… well, I just wanted to say you’re… beautiful” Kevin says in an unreadable tone, Moving from staring at her boobs to looking directly into Y/n’s eyes, The smirk on his face suggests a mocking context to the compliment. She can feel the blood rush to her face, Not used to receiving compliments even not as cruel jokes. “Haha thank you…” Y/n responds, unsure how to feel about this interaction. She has no concrete idea why Kevin is talking to her and is very uneasy remembering the many rumors that surround his behavior. Discomfort is noticeable on her sweat sheened face.

'He's gotta be fucking with me' She thinks to herself, She was never very noticeable appearance-wise, Being bullied previously mostly due to her general social unawareness and apparently "weird" interests, When she moved to Gladstone High she decided to keep quiet and stop trying to socialize in her own odd way or talk about her hobbies with other people her age, And the bullying stopped with it. "Better a nobody than a target" she always told herself. Kevin kept staring at her not saying another word. After a few seconds of silence, She feels a pressure in her abdomen. "Hey, Uh, I gotta go piss, Nice talking with you, ...Broski..." Cringing at herself she quickly packs her stuff in her backpack and exits the cafeteria, Leaving her half eaten sandwich there with no intention of coming back to finish it.

As she rushes to the girls’ bathroom, Kevin watches her until her figure is no longer visible among the crowds of students. He smiles slightly, feeling satisfied and amused. 'What an odd little thing' He thinks. He reaches into his black jeans pocket and taps on the dark screen of his cellphone, showing an open note on his screen titled *Lunch*, he types in the date and attaches two pictures; One of Y/n from afar that he took without her knowledge before their interaction, And one close up of her tray. *PB&J sandwich* he adds to the note. "3rd time this week" He remarks to himself, Dark eyes leering at the sneaked photo of her.

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The school day passes by at the speed of a snail for Y/n.

Her first visit to the girls' toilet didn't go well, Her body just refuses to relax enough to be able to function normally. In fact, Each of the four times she went to piss after class not even a drop came out even though she had drunk around two liters of water and a can of coke due to the scorching heat. She enters her last class of the day, Social studies, and sits down at her seat at the back row next to the window. She takes out her work books and notebooks, Knowing full well she isn't gonna be writing any notes but just doodle on it for the rest of the class. Right before her mechanical pencil hits the page, Y/n feels an ominous presence appear at the seat beside her.

"Kevin" she sighs under her breath, Being able to distinguish his sharp gaze without even looking.

She was so preoccupied with her inability to relieve herself that she completely forgot they had this shared class today, 'I hope he doesn't try to talk to me again' Y/n thinks.

As the teacher enters the room and addresses the class, Y/n can’t help but notice Kevin’s eyes are fixed onto her as she attempts to doodle cats in her notebook - but fails to do so thanks to her anxiety. The girl turns to her right and finds Kevin’s dark eyes still looking towards her. Surprisingly he's sitting at the table right next to her, Usually he likes to keep his distance. She turns back to her notebook for a moment then looks up to her right again.

He's still fucking staring at her.

The feeling of unease grows and with it an ache in her swollen lower stomach. Unable to focus on the teacher's talking voice and writings on the board, Y/n turns back to sketching in her notebook subconsciously. After a few minutes the shape of a face takes form on her page, A familiar face. As she finally focuses on her notebook to see what her mind has conjured up she subtly freezes.

'No way this is happening, Ugh, This stupid fucking parasite has burrowed into my mind with all his stupid staring and stupid face' she thinks. She glances to her side to take a quick look at Kevin and swiftly looks back to the paper in front of her. As frustrating as it is, She must say the sketch is quite accurate and very life-like. The girl debates on scribbling over Kevin's pencil drawn face until she hears a voice speaking softly next to her, "You're an amazing artist, Y/n " he states flatly with a straight face.

Y/n gasps quietly and quickly whips her head to her right side, 'When did he get so close?!' she thinks. "Uh... Thanks, It's just a little sketch though" she purses her lips and shrugs, Scooching her seat closer to the window and away from her raven-haired classmate. She notices Kevin smile for a moment and a spark light up in his eye. A slight chill fills the air as Kevin leans closer to her, His lips slightly part as he stares at the girl.

Y/n feels a chill run up her spine.

“… I’ve seen you sketch before…” The boy continues.

She freezes as she feels his warm breath touch her neck and ear. Y/n tries to escape the boy by pulling herself so close towards the glass her cheek is smooshed against it. "Haha yeah, I'm not really the best student when it comes to doing school work, Always uh, Doodlin' " She swallows hard "...I just find drawing to be more worthwhile than math or physics" She answers honestly, Hoping it would get him to shut up.

As Kevin brings his lips closer to Y/n ’s neck, she is forced to face the reality that this is not going to be an ordinary conversation. She feels herself become overwhelmed by the sense of her own vulnerability. She swallows even harder as tears well up in her eyes. She is filled with fear.

“… I know you’re scared, but we both know no one is going to help you…”

The boy whispers in a sinister tone and a devilish grin on his pale face. Just as a whimper is about to slip out of her lips, An unknowing savior interrupts their exchange.

"KEVIN! Y/N!"

They both hear the booming voice of the teacher

"No talking in class! Keep your flirting outside of the school!" He says.

"Sorry Mr. Reed" Kevin replies, The evil aura of his smirk now completely nonexistent. He slowly leans away from Y/n, and when she finally feels her personal space has been restored, she sighs a sigh of relief and resumes her mindless sketching. Her relief is short lived though. She feels the lingering unease of the situation and begins to think of what Kevin said, Is he right? Will the teacher believe or even care if she attempted to report what had just occurred? 'I don’t know if I can handle being around him any longer…' She says in her head, feeling tense and vulnerable.

As the class is about to end, Y/n once again feels nature's calling. 'God if I don't piss in 5 minutes I think I'm going to explode, maybe if Mr. Ketchup here wouldn't have bothered me today I wouldn't be on the verge of wetting myself like a child' She thinks to herself. Glancing at Kevin, Their eyes meet for a second and she feels her bladder clench and need to piss disappear, as if confirming her assumption. The bell finally rings signaling the class' end and Y/n waits for all the students to clear out, Hoping Kevin would exit with them, But fate seemed to have a personal vendetta against her today.

He's waiting for her.

Standing right next to the doorway.

Y/n finds herself stuck with Kevin as everyone leaves the classroom. She feels her anxiety grow as she fully notices she's alone with him. She slowly slings the bag on her shoulder and prepares to walk out of the classroom, Kevin places his hand on the door handle to prevent her from leaving. "I just want to talk to you for a moment. In private." The boy comments, Leering into Y/n’s eyes with a predatory look once more. "Aha maybe we can do it later? Kind of need to go to the bathroom again" She replies with an awkward laugh, But it seems the boy with the T-shirt too small for him just won't budge.

"You can use the bathroom at my house.” Kevin’s smile remains while he stares directly at the girl.

Y/n can’t help but question how this whole interaction is supposed to make him an 'awesome powerful bully' and not just a huge creep in Kevin’s mind. 'Why is he so insistent on getting me to “his house”? Where is the teacher?' Y/n thinks, feeling both vulnerable and confused. "I don't think I have time for it Kevin, I need to go, Like, Right now" She says, Face turned to the ground to escape his gaze, Her legs bouncing up and down trying to keep everything in, But the only thing she hears is Kevin's footsteps getting closer to her.

The sound of his shoes stop right in front of her, He places his hand on Y/n ’s abdomen.

"You sure about that? I think you can hold it in for just a few minutes" Y/n trembles from fear and anxiety, wondering why Kevin would touch her. She swallows dryly, finding it difficult to keep control of her situation. “… Kevin…” Y/n says in discomfort, but her words are not acknowledged. Suddenly the room begins to feel even more suffocating, The girl feels the sweat dripping down her face and her bladder becomes more painful.

"Kevin, Dude, Please, I am actually about to piss down my pants, if I don't go to the bathroom right now-" She tries to walk past him, But he stops her, The palm on her full abdomen pressing softly. She tries to go around him again but feels a sudden and undeniable feeling of fear as Kevin squeezes at her mellow lower abdomen and stops her from walking away. She is overwhelmed with anxiety, feeling even more aware of the warm sensation of her urine-full bladder.

"You're wearing a skirt, Not pants. A very short skirt." He comments matter-of-factly, His other hand moving from resting at his side to inspect her jean mini skirt. A chill runs down her spine as she feels her bladder about to lose control. “Well, All of my shorts are in the wash and it was too hot today to come in long pants and- Kevin, Listen, I-I… I have to go!” Y/n attempts to speak, but it is evident her words are unable to change Kevin’s behavior at all, He suddenly grips at the edge of her skirt. "I don't know about that, Seems like you were trying to get a rise out of me so I would finally speak to you" He says with a hint of narcissistic amusement.

The pressure is killing her and she can't hold it in any longer "KEVI-" And before she finishes saying his name, She can feel wet warmth running down her thighs. Y/n freezes. Her face slowly moving to look at the floor as a clear-yellow puddle collects under her shoes with a quiet pshhhhh sound, soaking her socks and sneakers.

Kevin is stunned by Y/n ’s sudden loss of control.

He looks down to see her in action, Eyes slowly going down from her little skirt to her fleshy thighs, And then to her calves, And then to her feet, Before returning to her thick, shiny thighs. He glances at her face, Seeing cheeks red and eyes swollen, Sweat and silent tears running down to her chin. Kevin smiles slightly, as if halfheartedly trying to conceal his enjoyment of seeing her degraded and in distress. Y/n continues to stare at the floor, too embarrassed to look at Kevin again. She covers her face with her soft hands.

'I can’t believe I peed myself… I’m such a fucking loser…' Y/n thinks.

She finally manages to clench her bladder shut, and after a few seconds of silent tears, An intense pathetic whimper comes out of her mouth, And after that, Several more, Until she's full blown sobbing. Legs shaking in her own puddle of piss, eyes clenched shut, "Why does this always happen to me?!" She yells between sobs, "WHY?!?".

As Y/n continues to whine and sob, Kevin smiles.

His grin of amusement turns into that of sadism and arousal, His hand at the edge of her skirt moves to palm himself through his now uncomfortably tight skinny jeans. As he feels himself up, He realizes he's never been this hard before. This is totally different from when he used to loudly masturbate in the bathroom to torment Eva, He doesn't want to do it out of spite, But out of pure lust and need.

Y/n is sobbing and talking to herself so loud she doesn't even notice the sound of a zipper and Kevin's breathing getting heavier, He pulls his aching cock from his boxers and starts moving his hand up and down. 'It's so sensitive' He thinks to himself.

Y/n still cannot believe what has just happened as she feels the shame and despair. Her sobbing and mumbling slows down, And that just won't do for Kevin. The hand that is not busy pumping his length is still at Y/n 's soft little tummy, And he can feel that it's still very much full with piss. Right as Y/n 's about to open her eyes he grabs at her bladder like he's trying to rip it out, a cry of surprise and horror escapes her tear-stricken face and soon she cannot control it anymore;

Y/n ’s bladder releases again.

Causing her to wet herself even more.

This time she is not frozen, quickly moving her hands between her thighs to unsuccessfully try to stop the second stream, This one is harsher and seems to last longer than the other. She clenches her eyes shut even harder since her hands are too busy to cover her face and Kevin finally looks up at her, Y/n is all red, sweaty, teary and snotty.

A loud, breathy "Ohhh fuck" escapes the boy's parted lips, It's the most glorious sight he had ever seen. 'Seeing it up close in real life is so much better than porn' He thinks to himself. He can't help but paw at his cock faster. Through heavy breathing and hushed "shit"s and "fuck"s Kevin's left hand moves to roughly grab at Y/n 's face to make her look up at him. Startled from the harshness of his actions her eyes open quickly to look at his face, It takes her two seconds to recognize the pure arousal in his eye, fear fills her as she finally notices his labored breathing and moaning, and the wet smacking sound of his ministrations finally reach her ears. Her unbelieving eyes move downward to affirm her dread, Kevin is squeezing himself up down so fast and so hard it's like he thinks he'll die if he won't cum.

Nausea fills her head and stomach and she feels like she's about to puke.

She screams loudly through her sobs, too scared to move, too queasy to be able to express her disgust beyond unintelligible crying and yelling. His hand suddenly releases his flushed cock and moves up to her messy face, He rubs his sweaty palm all over her face, Quickly collecting her bodily fluids and returning to stroke at his dick.

He's using her tears, Sweat and snot as lube.

Y/n gags loudly.

Her bladder emptied itself half a minute ago, But Kevin's revolting actions and groans have made her so sick she keeps crying and gagging, Her half digested PB&J at her throat. "You're so fucking pathetic, It's hilarious" He half-moans half-laughs at her, "First you come to school in this slutty little skirt to provoke me, Draw my face like a- Oh fuck- love stricken preteen, Then you piss yourself and now you're gonna let me cum all over you?!" He degrades, Y/n cries even louder.

"And you know what the funniest part of it is?!, I'm not even- Ah shit- I'm not even holding you down, I'M JUST SQUEEZING AT YOUR PATHETIC SNOTTY LITTLE FACE!" Kevin barks at her. His moans get louder and right as she thinks she's going to puke he cums on her skirt and piss soaked thighs with a loud "Nnnghaaaa, fuck-", Thick long ropes of white cum land on her, And she can feel their warmth on her thigh.

After coming down from his high, Kevin smears his seed on her, Rubbing it into her thighs, Wipes his sticky hand clean on her skirt and releases his iron grip on her face.

The second his palms leave her to put his softening cock back into his pants Y/n 's stomach gives up and she slightly bends over to vomit all over the floor, A loud "BLARGHHH" and the sound of stomach acid and her lunch spilling out of her bounce off the classroom walls. When she stops puking she slowly looks down at herself again.

She's standing in her own puddle of piss and vomit.

Thighs and skirt covered in sticky drying cum.

She closes her eyes softly, Feeling the drying up tears and crusted snot on her face, And her brain seems to just shut down.

Her eyes open as she finally looks up at Kevin again through her messy hair and face, Thinking of words to say, brows furrowed, Biting her lower lip from embarrassment and disgust, Her pathetic gaze finds his own sadistic one, And whatever she was about to say fleets her mind, Shame, Fear and horror filling it instead. She just looks at him, Waiting for the tall boy to say or do something, Anything, Maybe even slap her to seal the deal of his violations on her.

Y/n ’s horrified stare brings a sense of calmness to Kevin’s mind. The boy reveling in her discomfort, repulsion and confusion.

She looks like she wants to say something.

But she doesn’t.

Kevin enjoys this sense of control. He feels an immense amount of power over her, and he looks forward to using it the way that he wants. He is content with the situation. If only she would speak, he would be all the more entertained.

A few more minutes pass, And Y/n 's wet thighs and socks become cold and uncomfortable. Still looking at Kevin her lips tremble as she finally manages to utter a sentence :

"...I don't have anything to change to"

She mentally hits herself for sounding so pitiful, Like a little rabbit cornered by a fox. Kevin smiles as he listens to Y/n attempt to speak to him. Seeing her trying to make eye contact with him is amusing. Kevin continues to silently stare at the girl, Soaking up her vulnerability and terror. His amused grin becomes a full blown teeth bearing smile, For he knows he really is the strong predator Y/n thinks he is.

“I have some clothes you can wear.”

Kevin says in a smug tone of voice as he continues to smile at her. Y/n begins to feel a sense of hopelessness. 'Why am I allowing this to happen? What can I even do in this situation?' She thinks to herself over and over. She comes to the conclusion she is now but a little mouse caught in the maw of a fearsome wildcat, Struggling will only make it worse.

"Ok" She submits, Slightly above a whisper.

Her face turning even redder from the shame, Piss soaked hands leaving their previous position, Moving from between her thighs to rest on her sides. “Good.” Kevin replies and his smile slightly softens. “Follow me.” Kevin says, Trying to not sound as happy and satisfied as he really is.

Y/n feels the sense of hopelessness deepen. She swallows hard as Kevin opens the door, Turning his head around to make sure she's following. Y/n looks at him, the shame and embarrassment filling her with an additional helplessness. She straightens up and slowly follows Kevin out of the room and from behind, she can hear the slight dripping sounds of her urine on the floor.

Squish squosh

Her soaked shoes make their sounds. Luckily or unluckily, Everyone has already gone home from school. Teachers at the teachers' lounge in a different building from the pair.

Squash Squish

With every step she takes Y/n cringes at the sound and at the now almost completely dry piss and cum between her thighs, Kevin stops at his locker and Y/n bumps into him slightly, she prays her pee-covered shoes and thighs don’t touch him. Kevin smiles and looks down. He slowly looks to Y/n ’s face, watching her eyes dart around in embarrassment. As Y/n watches Kevin’s expression, her shame grows even bigger and she feels extremely uncomfortable. She just wants to run away. Kevin notices Y/n ’s expression and it fills him with amusement. He enjoys seeing this weak girl struggling with the humiliation he inflicted onto her. His smile drops and he stands there for a few seconds, Waiting for her to speak.

"...So... You got like a sweatshirt I can tie around m-my waist... Or something..."

she stutters, Voice getting quiet with each word.

He seems satisfied enough with her comment and digs through his locker, pulling out a red jacket. 'I’m going to make her wear this...' he thinks, a small grin forming on his face. “Here.” He says, handing the jacket to her. As Y/n takes the jacket, she feels his terrifying presence consume her and ties the red garment around her waist. She feels slightly better about being able to cover her cum and piss-covered lap, but the shame is still there. 'Why did I let this happen?' She thinks.

"...Thanks."

She says, 2 minutes pass by with neither of the pair speaking. "...I think I'll go home now, I'll give you your sweatshirt back tomorrow. I guess." Y/n says hazily. She begins to walk towards the school's exit, Wanting to just get away from Kevin and forget this ever happened. Unfortunately for her, Kevin isn't done playing just yet, a cruel smirk fills his face as he calls out to her.

“Hey, Y/n .”

The messy girl stops in her tracks. She knows she shouldn’t turn around. 'It doesn’t matter what he wants, I just want to leave' she thinks. But she turns around anyway. “W-What do you want, Kevin?” Y/n says in a more confident tone as she sees him smile at her. “I want you to give me your number.” Kevin says with a smug smile on his face, He is not letting this opportunity slip away.

Y/n mumbles some sort of unintelligible refusal, Turns back around quickly and starts fast-walking towards the entrance 'Don't come after me don't come after me' She repeatedly screams in her head, The loud squelching of her soaked shoes and socks bouncing off the hallway walls. Despite Y/n ’s attempts to flee from the scene, Kevin is persistent.

She can hear footsteps running to chase after her.

'Don’t look back. Just keep walking.' she thinks. Y/n hears the footsteps gaining ground on her. She can feel the warmth of Kevin’s presence growing closer, yet she continues to almost jog. Suddenly, Y/n ’s front is pushed against the wall by the back of her neck. Her forehead and nose bang painfully against the metal locker, She can feel Kevin’s breath on her neck.

"Y-you shouldn't get that close to me! or you'll g-get covered in the smell of my piss too-" she says quickly, Her eyes clenched shut and her whole body tense. “Don’t tempt me.” Kevin replies with a smile, continuing to press up against her. ' "Don't tempt me"?!?! ' She thinks. “Give me your number and then we’re done here.” Kevin says in a demanding tone. Y/n ’s eyes widened.

Oh god

“Fine, I’ll give it to you! Just leave me alone, okay?” Y/n cries, feeling the terror wash over her again. 'What do you mean "Don't tempt me"?! What kind of sick shit is he into?!' She thinks to herself trying to decipher the meaning even though in the back of her mind she knows full well he's probably into things worse than what he did to her today.

"NOW."

Y/n hears Kevin's demanding voice as he pulls out his phone and shoves it in her hand, she moves her head to rest on the hard locker sideways, enters her digits as quickly as possible and returns the phone back it's owner. "Here" she says, "Can I go home now?" She meant for it to sound like a demand, But what it really sounded like was a plea for mercy. Kevin takes the phone and pockets it, keeping a firm grip on Y/n by pressing his body against her back.

Y/n feels her heart pounding in her chest as she feels the tall boy’s warm breath on her. “...I don't know, Y/n , Can you?” Kevin mocks her with a calmness to him that only increases Y/n ’s distress. She feels her throat dry as she fights back crying for the third time today. “Please… Can I leave now? I just want to go home and wash up, Please, I would rather keep your jacket relatively piss-scent free” She asks, still trying to sound confident even though her throat is dry and hoarse and her voice cracks. Y/n feels the weight of Kevin’s body lift off of her, His hand still gripping at the back of her neck like you would to stop a misbehaving kitten.

A small sense of relief washes over her as the pressure and heat of the boy’s body is no longer present, and the dripping sound of her urine soaked underwear finally becomes quiet. Kevin takes a step back and looks at her, still smiling like a smug wildcat. “Well, there you go.” Kevin says with an air of superiority as he lets her nape go.

"...T-Thank you."

She says as she walks down the hallway and out of the school, This time there are no extra footsteps behind her. While Y/n debates whether to walk home on foot as to not torture people with the scent of urine emanating from her, Kevin leans back on the lockers. A loud, satisfied sigh leaves his full lips, He hasn't felt this good since the last time he got to bully Celia when Franklin still had custody of both of them. The agonizingly long year pretending to be a good little boy for his stupid dad with no truly satisfying outlet has taken such a toll on him that finally being to act on his violent fantasies onto another person again feels absolutely euphoric. He slides down the wall, A big, content, teeth baring smile on his face. He gets up laughing, Thinking to himself while walking to his house that the second he gets home he'll go practice with his bow, Imagining the target he's shooting at is his pathetic new plaything.

The second Y/n gets home she breaks down crying again, Running to the bathroom, Her parents completely ignoring their clearly distressed daughter, Confirming what Kevin had told her in class.

No one would even care.

She cleans her stupid body, throws her stupid soaked clothes and Kevin's stupid red jacket in the washing machine, Tosses her stupid pissy shoes to the trash and runs to her room to take a stupid pathetic nap. Through all of her years being bullied she has never had something this degrading and ego-destroying happen to her. As she sobs for the umpteenth time that day, Sleep slowly takes over her and she becomes quiet and limp in her bed, Hoping that she could at least be spared from Kevin's cruel smirk in her dreams.

#kevin khatchadourian #wnttak #we need to talk about kevin #dead dove do not eat #fanfic #ao3 #fanfiction #archive of our own #who up keving they khatchadourian #kinktober

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imtooscaredforthis · 1 year ago

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Antagonist

Chapter Twenty Three: Companion

Mentions of: Blood, Guns, Injury, Drug Use, Deathslinger sucks, Typical Trial Shenanigans, and Leon is sexy that’s all

A/N: ITS FINALLY TIME FOR MY POOKIE BEAR TO SHINE

Tags: @dead-bxxxtch-walking @mama-miya

@prettycutebunny @vandeaad

You haven’t interacted with anyone from the Legion ever since what happened with Frank. At first, you felt empty, realizing how much time you spent with them outside of trials, and not the other survivors. They were much closer with each other, having their own bonds and social circles.

You were far too focused on getting out of here to pay attention to any of that. But now as you were faced with the cruel reality of the situation, you realized that you had made a mistake.

While they might not directly relate to you like Frank did, these people were on your side. They all wanted to help you, not hurt you like your old killer friends.

In fact, they have helped you a lot already. Kate saved you and gave you a place to stay when in need. There was also Bill, Chris, Claire, and Leon, who were all good company.

You smiled over at Leon as you continued to work on the generator together. It was nice to have a familiar face in trials. It was nice to have someone you could trust. Someone who was on your side.

You flinched when you heard the sound of a gunshot in the distance. The two of you exchanged knowing looks. Deathslinger. He was always a pain in the ass.

—

You and Leon stuck together as you went from generator to generator. It wasn’t until you had two generators left that you had to split up. One of your teammates had been downed, and the other was hooked.

“I’ll get them.” Leon said, pulling away from the generator. “Okay, be careful.”

“I will.” He gave you a heart fluttering smile as he walked off which got you so distracted that you almost made the generator explode.

Leon managed to save one of Dwight, but got hooked. So after you patched Feng up, you went to find him.

You saved your other teammate, but by the time you reached him, Deathslinger was hot on your heels. You pulled him off the hook as fast as you could. “Run. I’ll distract him.”

You put your body between him and the killer, blocking him off and protecting him. He jammed the blade of his gun into your back, making you yelp in pain. You didn’t care, as long as Leon was safe.

You sprinted through the junkyard, hiding behind piles of scraps and old metal, and used cars, dodging the bullets shot at you. He frowned in annoyance and impatience, and you could hear him grumble and growl with every missed shot.

This is perfect. Just keep him distracted while your teammates can finish the last couple of gens, and everything should be-

Before you could finish that thought, he managed to land a shot, the barbed spear hitting your side. A searing pain ran through you as you dug your feet into the ground feeling him start to reel you in. You clawed at the chain, trying to pull it out or break it off, hissing in pain. Deathslinger laughed to himself smugly, entertained by your struggles. He finally caught you. Or so he thought.

Out of nowhere, Leon came running to your aide, breaking off the chain. The killer let out a frustrated growl, while you stumbled off, attempting to run.

“C’mon, there’s only one generator left. We’re going to get out of here. All of us.” Leon reassured you. That motivated you to run a little faster, but you still couldn’t move at full speed, the pain in your side too great.

Then, you noticed that the gun wasn’t pointed at you anymore. It was focused on Leon. Just as the spear was launched towards him, you dove and pushed him out of the way, tackling him to the ground.

You found yourself straddling him, your face growing slightly flushed. Both of you were panting softly, staring into each other’s eyes. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” As you pulled yourself off of him, Deathslinger approached slowly, reloading his gun.

“Aww, would you look at that? Just two little lovebirds trying to save each other. How sweet. Since you both wan’ta stay together so bad, I guess you can die together.”

His voice changed from condescending to murderous in a heartbeat as he loomed above. He shot again, and it landed right between the two of you, as you both went your separate ways, sprinting in opposite directions.

—

“Hey.” You smiled when you spotted Leon at the exit jogging over to him. Dwight had already left with Feng, so it was just you two. “Glad to see that you made it.”

“Yeah, you too.” He smiled.

“Guess the ‘lovebirds’ made it after all.” You called out mockingly, laughing to yourself. He let out a small chuckle, before turning to leave. “Shall we?”

—

Later that night, you had a long break from the trials. Usually, that meant you were finished, but occasionally The Entity likes to fuck with you and drag you into the trial whe you were in the middle of sleeping. You figured you’d take your chances.

Just as you were about to light your blunt, there was a knock at your door, making you jump. You shoved the blunt and baggie of weed under your bed, getting to your feet.

A feeling of dread overcame you as you wondered who it could be at this hour. If it’s Frank, I’m slamming the door right in his face. I’m not going to forgive him after one shitty apology like last time. I’m done with him.

You reminded yourself as you went to answer the door. You let out a mental sigh of relief when you saw that it was just Leon.

But then you felt even more anxious at him being here. Much more self conscious about you standing in front of him in just your tank top and sleep shorts, and your tousled bed head hair.

“Hey, sorry. Did I wake you?” He greeted, his voice soft. He found himself unable to keep eye contact with you, rubbing the nape of his neck nervously.

“No, no, you’re completely fine. What’s up?” You replied. “I was just wondering if uh, if we could talk?”

“Sure. Want to come inside?” You opened the door a little wider for him to enter.

“Okay.”

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bexktaegeun · 6 months ago

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Hello Hello

hello, introducing my bby! kwon taegeun! it was split between him and another muse! hopefully i can bring her later! now onto my baby! below i'll have his about linked and under the link! i'll have some basic info about him AND some lose plot ideas! if you see something you like or you think he'll fit or if you just wanna plot! let me know!

also quick edit! open for water bomb event plotting!

ABOUT

was born on august 18th 2005 in daegu

his fathers second child from his girlfriend who dumped tae with him

he finally settled down in his 3rd major relationship and second (rich) wife

he was cared for growing up and spent a lot of time with his grandparents on his dads side

grew up with his step-mom as his mom and her family were nice-ish but it was clear that tae was seen as separate

but still, he grew up with money so like...that's good right?

a lot of missed in events in his life but it was made up with toys and money, he was well fed, sure his parents didn't care when he wanted to go off and become a trainee but they never forgot a birthday

he tried to bring it up once and was guilted in silence so he never brought it up again

as soon as he found out about taeha, he started to look for her

it was what pushed him to come to seoul, along with wanting to become a trainee

he's sad boy, he feels lonely at and fills the void with friends or parties or just being around people

he downplays his parents treatment

actually, would downplay anyone's treatment of him because he's convinced himself he's lucky

is lying to taeha about how much contact he has with their dad and that he's funded by his dad, she thinks its all coming from the grandparents

does love attention when he gets it

wants to be beloved by everyone and anyone, just to fill the void a little

maybe, if he becomes super beloved his parents would notice him more

maybe his birth mom would seek him out?

loves his older sister and loves having an older siblings

kinda buys his friends, he does want them but he doesn't want them to leave so he spends money

easily taken advantage of and will excuse mistakes

in his last year at school

is taking dance/vocal/rap lessons, likes to run the streets to hang out, is on a dance crew and has gotten into working on music

pours all of himself into that because he wants it back

when he's not dancing....he...has a random interest in wood-working? well, when your a kid who has money..skys the limit

also as much more normal interest: mysteries, food (baking but doesn't mind cooking), coffee black, enjoys sour candy and foods, he wouldn't call himself a gamer but he does play harvest moon and cooking momma

loves over the top dramas

biromantic king!

PLOTS / CONNECTIONS

i haven't said which high school...so some high school friends or friend?

you have a super expensive meal out and he totes cover the bill when you can find your wallet

rivals? street cats? both of you are dancers and often compete and try to out best each other like fighting cats

use him! i mean it! if your muse is hard on money, he's an easy target because he'll give within reason and gift even more

he has one or two npc friends that def just use him for things and he makes excuses and your a new friend OR old friend and your like wtf? they don't care about you but he just wants to be wanted

a past summer romance...like last summer with a female muse but she broke it off when school started, it wasn't anything serious but tae has been crushed. sure, he's getting over feelings for another and SURE you both agreed it was just some summer time fun to appear at parties together or just have something for the gram but it's kinda weird when ya'll share a friend group but tae pretends like you aren't there. (to mention, nothing really would've happened it was like one month romance of cute dates, maybe some kisses and a lot of posting each other or hanging out together. maybe it was time for you muse to buckle down on school)

dance/vocal/rap/producer muses if you have plots or crews he could join

he's taking spanish and english lessons (fucking random but he meets people)

also has picked up the guitar and drums if you wanna do something around that!

uh, he has a small website in which he sells some of his crafts, so maybe for that! it's wood works, paintings, carvings and etc!

any muses who have part-times jobs and have places that would be hiring! his grandparents are legit concerned about how he views money and has told him to get a job, so he will

With that! I thank everyone for the welcomes! If you see something you like, message me or if you think he could fill your plot! Just like this and I'll come to you!

#& ooc

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mrs-sharp · 6 months ago

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The Eyes of Graphorns

Pairing: Aesop Sharp x Adult f! MC

Read Chapter 1-12 here.

Previously: Sharp finds Elaine in a worrying state in the Room of Requirement after her return from St. Mungo's. He invites her to dance, but Elaine pushes him away because she believes she can protect him from her fate by doing so. Summary: Elaine withdraws after the incident in the Room of Requirement. However, shortly before the end of the summer holidays, she attends a staff meeting and is assigned the task of escorting a new student to Hogwarts.

Chapter 13 - Haegel's Ham I

"We have heard that the Auror is soon departing for Haegel's Ham."

A threatening silence fell upon the room, heavy like a sudden realization that shakes the present.

"First Scarborough, and now Haegel's Ham?"

"Y-yes, ma'am..."

The rustling of parchment, frantic searching. Silence again. Then a sharp intake of breath.

"Show me a picture of her."

Hurried steps on wooden floors. Sudden bustle to delay the inevitable. A leather folder was untied. A picture of Elaine Hopkins slid onto a smoothly polished wooden table.

"You want to tell me that you have been tracking this Auror for years, and no one, absolutely no one thought it necessary to tell me that she looks exactly like our little Obscurial?"

The voice froze the air in the room.

"So the child is coming home, is she? Interesting."

A chair creaked, then slow but determined steps.

"You will leave for Haegel's Ham immediately. If Sharp is with her, aim for his left leg first. We must exploit the weakness we inflicted on him. Then capture her and eliminate him. She has been injured twice already because she wanted to protect her ridiculous partners. Do it quickly, or soon there will be nothing left of her Ancient Magic."

"But, do you really want to... she is your..."

"I know who she is! And it won't change my plans. We need new artefacts. Or do you want to trade with shrunken heads again?"

"Of course not."

"Then you better not fail."

Elaine could not forgive herself. She kept telling herself that it had been necessary, that there was no other way, that she couldn't allow anyone else near her to get hurt. But deep down, she knew that she had deprived herself of her only confidant, and it hurt. It tormented her more than the curse, knowing that she would never again feel Aesop Sharp's presence, never again experience his touch, never again hear the gentle sound of his voice when they were alone together.

The scene kept replaying in her head. How she had pushed Sharp away, how she had deliberately exploited his greatest weakness to cause him pain. The horror in Sharp's eyes and his pain-filled scream haunted her sleep. She knew he did not deserve to be treated this way and that she had forever damaged his trust in her.

Elaine spent a lot of time tending to her plants and creatures. She tried to distract herself by observing the behaviours of the creatures and found a bit of solace in the presence of the Graphorns. The Lord of the Shore particularly seemed to seek her presence during this time.

"Do you remember Professor Sharp?" Elaine whispered as she sat with her back leaned against his trunk on the sun-warmed meadow in the Room of Requirement. A Niffler had curled up in her lap and was sleeping peacefully. The Lord of the Shore rumbled as if in response and inclined his head towards Elaine. He looked at her with attentive eyes.

"Of course," Elaine said with a tired smile. The Lord of the Shore inclined his head and began to carefully touch Elaine's face and chest with his tentacles. He nudged her as if encouraging her to do something. Then he gave a deep, almost sad grumble. Elaine felt her face heat up. She swallowed.

"I made a terrible mistake."

Elaine leaned back and let her head sink onto the Graphorn so that she could look at the sky filled with white clouds. She sighed and silently watched the Phoenix, which seemed to split the sky with its reddish shimmer. Its cry filled the room and seemed to pierce directly through Elaine's body.

The Phoenix.

Elaine suddenly jumped up and immediately regretted it as a stabbing pain shot through her lower abdomen. In the few moments when she forgot about her new injury, she was usually promptly reminded that it was still there and intended to stay.

The Lord of the Shore looked at her as if wanting to ask what had gotten into her. The Niffler, who had tumbled into the grass and woken up, gave her a reproachful look.

"I have to go to the library," she answered a question no one had asked, as if the creatures could understand what she was saying.

Elaine rarely left the Room of Requirement. On the one hand, because she wanted to be alone and needed time to think. On the other hand, because it felt like a betrayal to leave the place where she had erred. She felt she deserved to be constantly reminded of what she had done wrong, that it was right to walk this path alone. Elaine spoke little with her colleagues. She did not go to the Great Hall to eat. Instead, a filled plate would appear on her desk each time it was time for meals.

From time to time, Deek and Professor Weasley appeared in the room to check on things. Of course, they had asked questions, but Elaine preferred to keep her answers as vague as possible.

Elaine slipped into her coat and gloves. It was summer, but the clothes made her feel like she was taking a piece of the room's security with her. Besides, some of the cold from Scarborough still seemed to accompany her since the incident there.

On her way to the library, Elaine heard the sound of uneven steps. She tried to figure out from which direction they came, but at that moment, Sharp was already standing in front of her. Elaine was startled. Not only because she was unprepared to meet him alone, but also because he... had changed. His usually alert and awake gaze was tired and expressionless. His hair fell dishevelled and despondently on his shoulders. His beard seemed a bit longer than usual, and Elaine thought she could smell firewhisky.

"Professor..."

Hearing his voice immediately brought back the memory of how he had gently asked her to dance to the harp's music. A shiver ran down her spine.

"Professor Sharp... I..."

The warmth of his body on hers, the touch of his fingertips on her hand.

A perplexed silence spread between them. Elaine's gaze fell on the dark depths of Sharp's eyes, and it felt like she was falling into the warm darkness, the patient melancholy of his mind. They looked at each other, and for a brief moment, it seemed forgotten what had happened between them.

The quiet rise and fall of his chest. The gentle movement in the rhythm of the music. His tender embrace.

For a moment, she thought she saw a similar memory flicker in Sharp's eyes, but then the downcast expression returned to his face.

"I assume Professor Weasley reminded you of today's staff meeting?"

The image of the dance dissolved in Elaine's mind and shortly after flowed into the sight of Sharp's horror on the floor of the Room of Requirement.

"Of course," Elaine answered with a choked voice.

"Good, then I advise you not to be late."

With these words, he turned and left Elaine alone.

Elaine found it hard to follow the staff meeting. It was the first time since her absence that she encountered the entire faculty. Ronen and Garlick had immediately taken her in and bombarded her with well-meaning questions about her well-being. Elaine was grateful to be back, but too much social interaction still exhausted her after months of hospital solitude. Occasionally, she glanced at Sharp, and to her surprise, he returned her gaze.

The meeting seemed endless. They discussed lesson plans, rules for the upcoming school year, and announced exam dates.

"Now, to the final point on our agenda," announced Professor Weasley finally. "Next school year, we will once again have a new student who will need our support. Someone will travel to Haegel's Ham to deliver this student's letter and..."

The mention of the town's name, made Elaine listen attentively.

"I will go," she immediately replied.

The entire faculty looked at her in surprise, and only now did Elaine realize that she had not said anything all evening.

"I mean... if there are no objections, of course," she quickly added.

"Are you... already able to travel that far?" Professor Weasley asked, concerned.

Elaine nodded resolutely. She felt Sharp's sceptical gaze on her skin, but she tried not to look over at him.

"Very well, if you are sure about it. You will depart at the end of August, help the student acquire his school supplies, and accompany them to the Hogwarts Express on September 1st. Also, you will need to find a way..."

"...to convince the orphanage management to let them go," Elaine finished the sentence with a nod.

Elaine set out early on August 28th. The castle was quiet as she made her way out. The early morning sun climbed kindly through the windows as if to tell her that it would patiently wait for her return, no matter how dark the path ahead might be. She left Hogwarts via the Southern Bridge and disapparated as soon as she had left the castle grounds. She did not notice the tall, dark figure that followed her.

When she appeared in front of a large brick building, a familiar smell immediately struck her. The earthy air of the surrounding forests mixed with the burnt coal of the steam engines, the stables of the nearby farms, and the acrid scent of the rope factory. It was still very early in the morning, so hardly anyone was passing through the streets.

Elaine bit her lower lip as the faded images of the past again painted themselves in vivid, bright colours before her inner eye. Suddenly, she saw Fig again, how he had stood in front of her one day with a fatherly smile and freed her from her shadows until he himself became one of them a year later. Elaine realized that she too had to return with a smile if she wanted to convey that Hogwarts was a safe place to the new student.

A loud Confringo and the hot air from the curse that narrowly missed her face pulled her out of her thoughts. She immediately turned around, drew her wand, and sent a freezing spell in the direction of the attacker to buy herself some time and get an overview of the situation. She could make out three wizards and two goblins in glowing armour made of goblin metal surrounding her. However, she assumed there were more reinforcements lurking to attack from ambush. The Renegades. Her senses were suddenly on high alert. Within a few seconds, she had assessed the situation and sent a Diffindo towards the frozen opponent, taking him out immediately.

Elaine used the brief moment of surprised silence to hurl an explosion curse at another opponent. She initially aimed to take out the goblins, as the powers granted to them by the Ancient Magic artefacts were the most unpredictable. The element of surprise was short-lived, and soon she was being attacked with curses from all sides. She dodged, protected herself, attacked, and hurled stones and barrels at her opponents with the remaining Ancient Magic she possessed. Slowly, she found the old rhythm that had brought her so much success as an Auror.

"She's alone," she suddenly heard a male voice shout, and as expected, new enemies appeared from all directions. Elaine was surrounded. She felt her stamina waning and a new wave of pain signalling its presence in her body, but she had no intention of giving up. Her fighting style resembled a dance, and as long as she didn't lose the rhythm, she would get out of there alive. Attack, dodge, Protego, spin, a step to the side, Bombarda. She took out one attacker after another. As she turned once more, one of the dark wizards suddenly stood right in front of her, grinning.

"You're not what you used to be since you encountered your sister in Scarborough, are you? But don't worry, soon you'll be a happy little family again."

Elaine lowered her wand.

"My... sister?"

"You heard right. Your sister is the Obscurial."

Before Elaine could respond, the stranger pointed his wand at her and whispered, "Crucio."

The pain hit her suddenly and familiarly. Elaine dropped her wand and sank to her knees. In that moment, she knew she had lost. The first time she had encountered the curse, her body had barely obeyed her, and back then, she had been young and uninjured. This time, it felt like she was burning from the inside out, as if the fire that had taken her father was now slowly and deliberately consuming her own life. It felt as though every scar on her skin was ripping open again, letting her life force slowly drip to the ground. Elaine wanted to scream, but she couldn't. All the air had been pressed out of her lungs, and she couldn't inhale to counter it. Elaine felt gravity pulling her down and watched in slow motion as the cobblestones approached.

"We need you alive, but not in your right mind," the dark wizard grinned cunningly, "let's see how long you-"

Suddenly, the effect of the torture curse faded. At the last moment, Elaine turned to the side so she wouldn't land too harshly on the stone floor. She managed to lift her gaze just in time to see the dark wizard being knocked off his feet. More flashes of light followed at impressive speed, and within a short time, the forecourt of the orphanage was silent. Elaine heard footsteps approaching, their rhythm regularly interrupted by short pauses. Someone who slowly and deliberately knelt beside her. Then fingertips brushed her tangled hair from her forehead. Elaine recognized the touch immediately. A hand on her shoulder, reassuring her that she was no longer alone and wouldn't have to be in the future. Elaine briefly closed her eyes, as if trying to hold on to and preserve the warmth that suddenly filled her body.

But then she heard something that made her perk up, and by the time she identified its source, it was too late. A curse hit Aesop Sharp's left leg. He collapsed in front of Elaine without uttering a sound in his shock. She reached for her wand, and an unfamiliar feeling coursed through her.

For the first time in her life, she was driven by an intention other than helping. For the first time, her goal shifted from seeking a cure to a different, more destructive impulse: she wanted revenge. Revenge for the pain inflicted on both of them. Revenge for the time stolen from her. Revenge for the feelings taken from her because her days were numbered.

Quickly, she fired one attacking spell after another. She didn't give her opponent a chance to defend himself, and she didn't care. She was aware that she was losing control and that all her anger and sorrow were pouring out in this battle. It was as if this attack reminded her of the day she had pushed Sharp away and she wanted her opponent to pay for her own mistakes. When she was sure the dark wizard wouldn't get up again, she rushed back to the crumpled body on the cobblestones and knelt beside him.

"Here, drink this. It's not much, but..." Elaine pleaded helplessly, holding a bottle of Wiggenweld potion out to Sharp while placing her other hand on his shoulder. Finally, Sharp emerged from his trance, obeyed, and drank. He struggled to get up. He tried to conceal it, but Elaine could tell by the way he moved and how his facial features hardened that he was far from well. That he accepted her help without protest showed her that it was serious. Silently, he looked at her.

"What are you doing here? Why did you follow me? I..." Elaine finally managed to say, but her sentence was interrupted by a rough hand that cupped her cheek and tenderly stroked her face. Elaine trembled.

"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have..." she tried to explain, but couldn't find the right words for all the mistakes she had made in recent weeks. She had to muster all her strength to calm down. Sharp gently shook his head.

"I remember very well how I treated those who tried to help when I was released from St. Mungo's," he said, his voice tired and weak, "and I also remember that I soon regretted pushing away those closest to me and was too proud to admit it. Those were some very lonely months. I thought I could at least try to spare you that."

Elaine looked down and took a deep breath. She didn't deserve so much understanding, and she knew it. Suddenly, she remembered what the dark wizard had mentioned.

"The attacker... he said that my sister..."

"Yes, I heard that," Sharp replied, concerned.

"Do you think the woman we encountered in Scarborough... But that can't be, it..."

"Based on everything we know so far, it could actually be the case."

Elaine swallowed. Why could she remember her father but not her sister, whom she might have even met in person? Then she shook her head, trying to dispel the thought of the woman who looked so much like her. There were more important things to worry about now.

"Can you walk? We could disapparate back to Hogsmeade and..."

"It's fine, really. I'm already feeling better."

Elaine noted the beads of sweat on his forehead, revealing that he wasn't telling the truth, but she also knew it was pointless to try to change his mind. She considered how to convince him not to put himself in danger without hurting his pride. He couldn't stay here.

"Would... would you come with me?" Elaine changed the subject, nodding towards the entrance of the orphanage, where the sun was now starting to rise. For a moment, Sharp hesitated.

"I don't think someone like me is the right..."

He was about to point to the scar on his face, but then he remembered that Elaine's face was also marked by scars, grief, and countless battles. Sometimes he still saw in her the carefree student who played wizard's chess with her friends in the Great Hall.

"Believe me, we're not the worst thing these children have seen in their lives."

Sharp finally agreed and followed Elaine. From the corner of her eye, she saw that he was limping more severely than before.

PS: I know that 'Haegel's Ham' had a different name in the 19th/20th century, but I like the name, so I kept it.

-> Chapter 14 - Haegel's Ham II

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doughbrainer · 1 year ago

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*Wipes Sweat Off My Brow.* Well... They're Finally Done! I Don't Want To Stal, So LETS GET TO IT!

NATURE FAM DESIGNS!

Not Including Father Time, Because He's An Oc, Sorry. ;-; I'll Save Mother Nature For The End, Because She's Kind Of Complicated.

Also, I'll Split The Post Because I Don't Want This Post Taking Up People's Feed.

Keep Reading The NATURE FAM'S DESIGNS And HEADCANONS!

Starting With The ELDEST CHILD!

EARTHQUAKE - He/Him

762 cm - 25 ft (Voice Claim: Joe Garderner - Soul)

Earthquake Is The Oldest Child Of All Of The Nature Children, And Has No Biological Father. This Is Because He Was Born Through A Special Form Of Asexual Reproduction That All Gods Possess. Of Course, He Is The God Of Earthquakes, And In A Way, Represents Earthquakes As A Whole.

Earthquake Doesn't Get Very Angry Very Often, But When He Is, He Blows Up At People Around Him. When He Has His Moments Of Anger, He Is Very Apologetic. He Isn't Particularly Bossy But Is Very Stubborn. When He's Stressed, He Gets Stomach Pains, Which Sometimes Causes Earthquakes.

He's Married To Arsa, Who As Of Current, Isn't Seen A Lot By Others. Most Of The Nature Know About Her, And Have At Least Her Once At Earthquake's And Arsa's Wedding. Because Of Earthquake's Chosen Location Under The Earth For His Home, He And Arsa Aren't Seen Much All Year Round.

Because The Temperature Of His Home Changes So Frequently, He Often Chosen Not To Wear A Shirt As It's Easier Then Slipping In And Out Of It Throughout The Day.

According To Those That Have Met Him Only A Few Times, He's Hard Headed But Means Well.

NORTH WIND - He/Him

518 cm - 17 ft

North Wind Is The Second Child, And Older Twin To South Wind, And Is One Of The Biological Sons To Father Time. He's The God Of Tornadoes And Wind, And Controls The Wind In The North Sections Of The World, Sharing Partial Duties Of His Section With East And West.

Growing Up, He Was Shy And A Major Cry Baby, But As He Got Older, Circumstances Made Him Act More Like A Spoilt Child. He Often Tries To Make Himself The Center Of Attention, Which Often Doesn't Work. His Behaviour Only Changed After He Had A Period Of Time Away From His Family, But While He Still Has His Foul Attitude On The Outside, On The Inside, He's Still The Lonely Child He Was When He Was Younger.

When His Plans To Overtake Santa Claus Failed, And Was Therefore Grounded From His Responsibilities By His Mother, He Had A Lot Of Time To Think About Himself. His Mistakes And How His Actions Affected People. Yes, It Took A Few Hundred Years To Make Him Realise, But Eventually, He Decided It Was Time That He Pulled Himself Together. He Apologised To His Family, Especially His Brother's Snow Miser And Heat Miser, And To Anyone Else That He Felt Like He Was Rude Or Hurtful To. Although Not Everyone Accepted His Apology, He Knew This Was The Right Thing To Do.

He's Transgender, But Other Than His Family, Not Many People Know This.

People Usually Describe Him As A Brat, But He's Slowly Beginning To Grow On People In A Good Way.

SOUTH WIND - She/Her

318 cm - 10 ft (Voice Claim: Charlotte - Princess And The Frog)

South Wind Is The Third Oldest Child, And The Younger Twin To North Wind. She Is Also Another Child Of Father Time. She's A Goddess Of Dust Storms And Wind, Controlling Wind In The South Part Of The World, Sharing Partial Duties With East And West.

Compared To Her Twin Brother, She Was Much More Outgoing In Comparison, But Still Often Kept To Herself. She Will Lend A Helping Hand To Anyone If She's Asked, But As She's Gotten Older, She Usually Doesn't Tend To Reach Out That Often. Sometimes She Is A Troublemaker Though, Causing Inconvenience To Others At Random.

When It Comes To Her Love Life, She's A Hopeless Romantic, But Hasn't Actually Been In A Proper Relationship Yet. Not Because She Can't Get With Anything, But Primarily Because She Thinks There's More Important Things To Worry About. Sometimes She Uses Her Human Disguise And Goes Down To Where The Humans Are, Partaking In Common Things They Do, So She Tends To Have A Lot Of Stuff Made By And For Humans In Her House That She Also Uses.

She's Often Described As Fun To Be Around, And Life Of The Party.

LIGHTNING - She/Her

610 cm - 20 ft (Voice Claim: Poison Ivy - Harley Quinn Show)

Lightning Is The Fourth Oldest Child In The Line Up, And Just Like Earthquake, Also Doesn't Have A Biological Father The Exact Same Reasons. She Is Of Course A Goddess Of Lightning, And In A Way Represents It, But She Also A Goddess Of Midwifery And Childbirth. She Actually Went To A Human College And University To Learn All About The Topic Of The Secondary Duties.

She's Good To When It Comes To Reading The Room, Knowing When It's Time To Be Serious And When It's Alright To Have Fun. That's Why She's The Most Respected Of All Her Siblings. She Doesn't Have Any Bad Relationships With Anyone In Her Family Or Any Other Gods For A Matter Of A Fact.

She Has Two "Forms", The Other Where Body Glows And Lines Form Across Her Body Often Happens When She Is Using Her Powers, But It Only Happens When She's Doing Certain Stuff.

People Praise Her A Lot For What She Does, But In Reality, She's Not That Great With Handling Compliments Of Any Kind.

THUNDER - He/Him

256 cm - 8"5 ft (Voice Claim: Din - The Wish Dragon)

Thunder Is Fifth Oldest Child. He Too Has No Biological Father Like His Older Sister, Lightning, And His Older Brother, Earthquake. He Is A God Of Thunder, And Somewhat Represents It At The Same Time. He Also Is A God Of Fatigue.

He Usually Is "Sleeping On The Job" But When He Is Up And About, He Tends To Get On People's Nerve. He's Not Evil In The Slightest, Just Annoying, And Does Things Often For His Own Entertainment. Once He Sent A Cloud Soldier To Slay Newt, The God Of Neutral Colours, Just To See If Anything Would Happen. When His Angry Or Upset, This Can Sometimes Lead To Random Thunder Storms.

He Doesn't Try Too Hard To Make Himself Look Nice, Usually Wearing A Dressing Gown Robe And Shorts. He's More For Comfort Than Looks.

He's Considered The Laziest God Around.

HEAT MISER - He/Him

366cm - 12 ft

Heat Miser Is The Middle Child, And Is The Older Twin To Snow Miser. As Well As Another Child Of Father Time. He's The God Of All Things Hot, This Includes Fire, Volcanoes And Lava. Originally, Earthquake Was The God Of Volcanoes And Lava, But He Passed These Responsibilities Off To Heat Miser When Heat Miser Was Old Enough.

Because He's A God Of Heat Related Things, He Has Partial Control Of The Sun, And Even The Sun. Some People Just Consider A Solo God Of The Sun, And Although This Doesn't Bother Him, It Does Undermine His Abilities A Tad Bit. He's Very Quick To Anger, And It Doesn't Take A Lot To Set Him Off. The Few Things That Are Able To Calm Him Down Are Edward, And Occasionally His Minions. His Hair Grows Brighter The More Emotional He Is, Which Tends To Happen A Lot As Heat Miser Is Very Moody.

Although Heat Miser Wouldn't Call Himself Much Of A Romantic, As Of Current, He Is A Lover To The Mortal Man, Edward Light. He's Practically Infatuated With Him, And Would Be Distraught If Anything Ever Happened To Edward. He Tends To Treat His Minions Like Children, Even Though It's Completely Unintentional. He Doesn't Like To Admit It.

He's Basically Hot Headed Nerd With A Gentle Soul.

SNOW MISER - He/Him

427 cm - 14 ft

Snow Miser Is The Fifth Youngest Child In The Nature Family, And Is The Younger Twin To Heat Miser, And A Child Of Father Time. He's A God Of All Things Cold, And Therefore A God Of Snow, Ice, Winter And So On. North Wind Use To Be A God Of Snow And Winter, But When Snow Miser Was Born, Those Responsibilities Were Taken Away From Him And Passed To Snow Miser.

Like His Twin Brother, He Has Some Partial Control Of The Night Time And Also The Moon. Some People Simplify Him To A God Of Just Night, Which Really Annoys Him.

When He Was Younger, He Didn't Care Much For Drama With His Brother, But As He Got Older And Certain Things Became More Prized Between Them, Snow Miser Took It On And Made It His Mission To Be Better Than His Twin Brother In Every Way There Is Possible. He's Had A Few Relationships In The Past, But Overall, He's Generally A Slag Compared To Everyone Else, And Isn't Prudish In The Slightest.

With Him Making Everything Into A Competiton With Heat Miser, It Often Leads Him To Forget To Take Care Of Himself. He Only Seems To Be A Meanie When Heat Miser Is Around, But When Heat Miser Isn't Near Or Snow Miser Is In The Comfort Of His Own Home, He's The Kindest Person Most People Say They Have Ever Met. Although Snow Miser Doesn't Like To Admit It, He Has A Lot Of Love That He Wants Share.

Overall, He Comes Off As A Major Drama Queen, But Really He's A Major Weenie With A Big Heart.

EAST WIND - She/Her

518cm - 17 ft (Voice Claim: Harley Quinn - Birds Of Prey)

East Wind Is The 4th Youngest, And The Older Twin To West Wind, And Is Another Child Of Father Time. She Is A God Of Floods And Wind, Primarily Controlling The Winds In The East Section Of The World, Sharing Partial Duties With North And South.

She Has A Very Bubbly Personality, And Loves Being Around People. Working Best In Environments With Other People. Although She Does Like Alone Time Every Now And Then, And Sometimes Even A Break. She Tries Not To Work Too Hard, Finding Fun In Everything. She Does Her To Be Loving And Sympathetic.

She Love Animals Of All Kind, But Funnily Enough, Is Scared Of Birds. Doing Her Best To Stay As Far Away From Them As She Can. Sometimes, She Goes With Her Sister, South, Down To Where The Humans Are.

She's Kind Of A Dits But Tries To Fit In.

WEST WIND - She/They

152 cm - 5 ft (Voice Claim: Megara - Hercules)

West Wind Is The Third Youngest, And The Younger Twin To East Wind, Again, Another Child Of Father Time. She Is A God Of Wind As Well, Controlling The Winds In The West For The Most Part, But Shares Duties With North And South. Unlike The Other Winds, West Is Not Also A God Of A Natural Disaster, Instead Being A God Of The Seasons Autumn And Spring.

She's Really Laid Back Compared To Their Twin Sister, But Isn't Lazy. Of Course She Does Her Job. She Has An Attitude Of Where She'll Do Whatever She Wants, And She Won't Care What Happens Afterward, Unless Someone Gets Hurt. Growing Up, She Was Teased For Her Height A Lot, And Usually Insults Would Send Her Into A Freak Out, But As She Got Older, She Shrugged Off Mentions Of Her Natural Height. As She Realised It Was Only A Big Deal To Those Who Don't Know Them.

She's Stronger Than They Look, And If She Caught Someone Making Fun Of Her Siblings, She'd Definitely Send A Plate With A Knuckle Sandwich. She Can Control Her Emotions Really Well, But Doesn't Like To Leave Her House Much.

She Just Prefers To Be By Herself Most Of The Time.

HIGH TIDE - He/Him

214 cm - 7 ft (Voice Claim: Demoman - Team Fortress 2)

High Tide Is The Second Youngest Child, And The Older Twin To Low Tide, And A Child Of Father Time. He's A God Of The Tides And The Deep Sea, And Primarily Controls The High Tides.

He's Very Serious About His Work, And Makes Sure Everything He Does Is Perfect. He's Often Shirtless, As He Finds It Easier To Breath Through His Gils Instead Of His Nose Or Mouth. His Hair When He's Above The Water Usually Goes Down Like Regular Hair, But Under Water, It's Rises Up. High And Low Have Squishy Bodies, Somewhat Like Rubber And Gummies Mixed Together, And They Both Wear Matching Pearls.

He's Very Protective Of Low Tide, But Also Has The Most Arguments With Him. Eventually Of The Arguments With His Brother Is What Leads Him To Somehow Get Separated From Low, And Therefore The Rest Of His Family. The Only Thing He Has To Remind Himself Of Them Is The Pearls He Wears On His Wrist.

He's Not Angry Persey, More So Easily Irritated.

LOW TIDE - He/They

212 cm - 7 ft (Voice Claim: Nanette - Gnomeo And Juliet)

Low Tide Is The Youngest Child In The Nature Family, The Younger Twin To His Older Brother, High Tide, And The Last Child Of Father Time. He's A God Of The Tides And Shallow Sea, Often Controlling The Low Tides.

They're A Bit More Goofy In Comparison To High Tide, And Like His Sister East Wind, Try To Find The Fun In Everything. He's Naive About A Lot Of Stuff, And This Leads Others To Be Very Protective Over Them, Especially High Tide, But They Often Get Into The Most Arguments With High Tide. Low Tide, Despite Being AMAB, Is Often Mistaken For A Girl, Due To His Appearance And Voice. He's Hair, No Matter What Environment, Always Flows Down, And He Wears Pearls Around Their Neck That Matches With Their Brother.

After An Argument One Day, High Tide Left The Cave They Shared With Low Tide, And Never Returned. Low Tide Felt Responsible For High's Sudden Disappearance, And In His Brother's Absence, He Took Control Of Both The High And Low Tides.

He's Very Cautious Now, And Tries Not To Get In People's Way.

And Now It's Time For The Lady Herself.

MOTHER NATURE - She/They

244 cm - 8 ft

Mother Nature Is A Little Complicated, Not A Lot, But A Little. Of Course We Know She's The Mother Of All The Children Of The Nature Family, And The God Of ALL Nature, And Representing All Of It.

She's Moody, And Sometimes Her Emotions Are Out Of Control, But She Tries Her Best To Be A Good Person. She's An Original God, And Has No Parents, She Just Came Into Existence Eventually At Random. The Form She Usually Takes Is Of Something That Looks Like A Green Satyr, But She Has Endless Shapeshifting Abilities, And Can Take Whatever Shape Or Form She Pleases, So This Is Not Her Only Form, But It's The Same Form They Spawned Into The Universe As.

All Her Children Have The Ability To Turn Into Animals, Have A Human Disguise, And Can Change Their Height If Necessary In The Moment, But None Of Children Can Shapeshift The Same Way She Can.

Although Her And Father Time Were Together At Some Point, They No Longer Consider Each Other Partners, And Nature For The Most Part Appears To Be Solo For Now. She Mainly Sees The Children At The Yearly Meeting, But If She Ever Wants To Check Up On Them, She Gets Others To Do It For Her.

She Loves All Of Her Children, But It's Obvious That She Favours Some Of Her Children More Over Others.

...

And That's All Of The Canon Nature/Miser Fam!

Gosh, Designing All Of These Guys Was A Pain In The But, I've Never Had To Do So Many Designs Back To Back Before. But This Was Also Pretty Fun! I Enjoyed Updating Designs Where I Thought It Was Needed, But Also Created Designs For Others I Haven't Drawn Yet. I Debated Drawing Mother Nature, But I Decided To Do Her Anyways, As She's Literally The Mother Of All Of Them, And It Would Just Be Unfair. I'm Really Proud Of How They All Came Out, Especially The Miser Brothers. I'm Going To Give Some Credit To @generalfebruary / @generalfebruary-rankinbassart As Their Designs Of The Miser Fam Did Inspire My Own, Especially Lightning's Design.

There Is Some Info That I Want To Save For My Miser Fam Ask Blog @miser-fam-stressful-seasons But This Basically Covers A Majority Of It. It Might Be A While Before I Do Any References Like This Again, But When I Do, It Will Definitely Be For OCs.

I Apologize For The Long Post, And I'm Sorry If This Ends Up Taking Up A Majority Of People's Tumblr Feeds, But I'm Really Happy To Finally Have This Done. Now It's Time To Finally Answer Some Newly Received Asks I Got On My Ask Blog! Until Next Time Everybody.

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deanwithscissors · 2 years ago

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Summer Lovin’

Title: Home Sweet Home Timestamp

Pairing: Jensen X Reader

Word Count: 769

Warnings: Swearing, slight dirty talk, light teasing

Summary: Jensen interrupts [Y/N]’s peaceful afternoon in the sun

Home Sweet Home Masterlist

A/N: this is just some ramblings from when i was enjoying a day in the sun *all mistakes are mine* feedback is highly appreciated, but be kind<3

It was hard to believe that something so far away, to the point of not being able to comprehend the space between, could have such an affect on a being so insignificant and small.

The invisible sun rays scorched her epidermis, sizzling the fat below. Beads of sweat formed a line, marching down her back and between the folds of her skin as she sprawled on the sun lounger, allowing the blistering heat to engulf her and incinerate her woes.

The afternoon had been peaceful and rejuvenating, time alone to escape the real world in her very own private garden, exactly what she needed.

The glorious radiance had made her sleepy, her eyes hooded, struggling to stay open as she lightly drifted, completely oblivious to the foot steps approaching.

“Well, this is a treat to arrive home to,” Jensen said, a half smile plastered his face, his tongue slipping between his lips as he took in the sight of [Y/N].

She wore a tiny triangle, florescent-orange and sky-blue bikini top, her breasts spread; leaving her void of cleavage, but jam packed full of the roundest side boob that begged to be squeezed, maybe even bitten.

The brilliant white shorts revealed most of her dainty legs, but they rose high to her ribs, hiding her belly button piercing that he often liked to fiddle with.

Her feet were free with toenails painted white, her near neon hair down and flowing in the gentle breeze that stirred every so often.

“Jesus Christ [Y/N], you look—" his words were stolen as he swallowed his own tongue, a familiar itch rustling in his pants.

“Don’t ruin my peace Jensen.” She sighed, opening her eyes for the first time in a while to squint at her handsome boyfriend with a forced frown.

His skin was toasted, his freckles vivid and doubled by the Texan sun. His jade eyes glowed beneath the bridge of his baseball cap as he hovered above her in a blood red t-shirt. A side smile creeping on his face as he leered at his prey.

“I’m gonna ruin a lot more than your peace sweetheart.”

“Wow, where’d that come from?” She snorted, slightly taken aback by his aura and electrifying energy.

“You’re kiddin’ right? Those photos you sent earlier, I’ve been thinking ‘bout them since.”

“I didn’t mean for them— I was just—"

“I know, but you looked so good. I’ve been hiding a boner all fuckin’ day.”

His thick fingers wrapped around the arm rests as his entire frame descended upon her.

A wave of serenity washed over her barely covered body, warming her heart and melting her soul as the radiance from his skin transferred to hers, making her melt to his whim.

Using his knees he pushed her legs open, and with pure pride like the smug bastard he is, he positioned his crotch between her legs like he had the right to be there.

He was a shiny bright apple begging to taint her soul and ruin her bliss.

His brooding eyes sunk into her flesh, his solid shaft grazing her bud demanding her full attention, which he undoubtedly had.

Temptation seeped through her resolve, the tricks of the devil too tantalising to deny.

An ear splitting scream broke the peace as the sun lounger barely balanced both of their weights, edging them, threatening to crash to the floor, but never quite reaching the climax.

“Nonononono, Jensen! No, ohmygod, we’re gonna hit the deck, get off you big idiot!” She squealed, slapping at his shoulders, half-heartedly pushing him away.

“I’ll take you on the floor, I don’t mind,” he told her between kisses to her neck.

“You’re a fuckin’ animal,” she said, a light giggle hiding in her scoff.

“You love it.”

“You bet.”

He stole the air from her lungs when his lips met hers.

Her barriers imploded as if the world had collided with another planet, the oxygen evaporated leaving her breathless and woozy under his weight and the power of his sword.

The trip from relaxed-in-the-sun and in the Garden of Eden to horny-as-fuck and one way ticket to hell was instant.

A wicked flash of furious lust coursed through her veins, pumping her heart to crazy levels that had her spinning out of control. Delirium for him pulling her under and teasing her core.

Like a lotus eater, he offered her more, and she gobbled up every kiss, every squeeze, every stroke.

Every second that ticked by dissipating her will as she became more docile and receptive to his passion.

The devil had won.

She was his.

“Take me Jensen.”

#jensen x reader #ofc #home sweet home timestamp #fanfic #jensen ackles fanfic

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mcltiples · 23 days ago

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{ OOC } I don't usually like to diagnose my characters. Though, I do love psychology and learning more about disorders. Since a mutual of mine has been talking a lot about their muse having BPD, I kinda looked at Rick V-79. Since he displays similar behaviors. So I decided to look it up.

And well, the symptoms of BPD do match up with a lot of behaviors that I've written him do so far. Especially when it comes to impulsivity. Everything he does is impulsive, really. From the sex he has, to the money he spends, down to his own hobby of creating chemicals that he doesn't use safety equipment for. A lot of the examples used in the articles I read said that men with BPD tend to drive too fast as well and I've always headcanoned that he drives way too fast. Faster than what should be safe. Even if, mind you, what he drives is a space cruiser and not a normal car, but----

Another thing I saw was about the emotional side of things. He does have constant mood swings. Even the tiniest little thing could put him in a grumpy mood. A lot of times he will react with anger. It's gotten better over the years so he doesn't snap quite as much as he used to back when he was in his 20s or 30s, but he does tend to make a big deal out of nothing. One part of an article said something along the lines of "Individuals will take neutral words and see it as a personal attack." And he's done that more than a few times.

Though, when pointed out, he is quick to realize that he's made a mistake and shouldn't get angry.

He does experience BPD splitting a lot. If his friend or partner does something that upsets him, he will think about how they are the worst person ever and how they've never loved him and how they'd be better off without him. And on the opposite side, he tends to put his romantic partners on a pedestal. Either idolizing or worshipping them. To the point where his thoughts about those people consume him at every single hour of the day.

The only exception to this is Morty. He puts him on a pedestal as well, but not in an idolizing or worshipping way. It's more so as "he's my only family and he's the one who will be my side more than anyone." type of way. He'll also think that way of friends as well. And when he splits, he tends to view Morty as vile, horrible and sometimes wants to kill him (mind you, i'm speaking from his own thoughts, not saying every person with BPD wants to kill people. This is just in the context of Rick V-79, a known murderer.)

It also goes to show that his attention seeking behavior, narcissistic behavior, and over all fear of abandonment play a big part in this as well.

All in all, a lot of factors of BPD play into his character. Which is fascinating bc when I made him, I didn't think about doing that at all. So, it kinda happened accidentally ? xD Obviously, it won't be an official thing. He won't know he has it because he's never diagnosed himself or sought out therapy in that type of way his whole life. So, it's not like me labeling him with it is gonna make a difference.

Though, I also don't want to label him with it officially because I'm not a therapist/psychologist. I can do research, but I also don't want to step on any toes or offend people who do have that disorder. Since this is all fiction and the way he is (known murderer and cannibal), I'd rather not have him associated with something that could further stigmatize a disorder.

I'm simply writing this post to make connections that his behaviors could be a disorder and psychologically based and to point out that it's fascinating to have done this all accidentally without really thinking about it.

Anyway, this rant is longer than it needs to be. TL;DR: not diagnosing, just pointing out some interesting facts and using it as validation that i've written a well-rounded, developed OC !!

#{ headcanon ; ✖ }#ask to tag #{ under a read more in case if it offends anyone ? it's about BPD but i'm not diagnosing my character }#{ as i think that might be disrespectful considering the type of person he is ? }

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egittae · 29 days ago

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dancer mastery drabble | WC: 755

“You start with your left, then your right goes sideways, a- that’s not it at all!”

“What? I started with my left like you said!”

“That’s your right foot, you dunce!”

“...does it even make a difference? You’re a quack teacher, brother! I’m going to ask Mother!”

“Ugh, do whatever. You never listen!”

“I do listen, Rufus!”

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The incessant chatter and clinking of glasses did well to lull him into a sleepy state. Bored out of his mind, his enjoyment of the party ran out a handful of minutes after the first dances were concluded. As the Crown Prince of Faerghus it was almost mandatory for him to make himself present and accept the hands of some pink-cheeked girls for a waltz, getting lost into the mix and mash of their clashing personal spaces as they moved with the flow of the ballroom not unlike a school of fish lazily swimming by. The box step was automatic on his feet, knowledge essentially drilled into his brain out of the need to keep the appearance of a good prince. It wouldn’t do him good to be crowned king and not know how to dance a basic waltz.

By now, Lambert barely made any mistakes. At most his feet dragged a bit too far, the step a little too wide for his pair to follow, but he’d correct it quickly with a twirl so the girl would pay less attention to the mistake and more on his eyes. A charmer he wasn’t, but he knew how to use them if necessary. A song and dance that by now had successfully become part of his self.

One that was just so, so dull.

As soon as one dance was over, another began. A constant influx of partners, many of which he could barely memorize the faces of- not out of disdain, but simply because his heart wasn’t in it. Lambert had never been a fan of balls, and the Academy’s Ethereal Ball was no different because at their core they were virtually all the same. Busting with energy at the beginning, tables filled with all sorts of snacks and tasty quick meals and drinks, some simple entertainment gimmicks to create fun memories, and lots of dancing. A core made for networking and the idea of ‘having a good time’, celebration spent standing still with a flute of champagne on his hands, making small talk since proper conversations couldn’t exactly be held in a room full of people like that.

Lambert escaped as soon as the dance was over with, his cue being the minute of silence as the band prepared their next song.

The waltz he knew was different from the waltz he liked.

The waltz he knew was for polished marble floors and gleaming ballrooms, steps gentle and elegant in tandem with whoever his arms held as melody merged with party chatter and clinking cutlery. It was for shining boots and silk and velvet, glittering medals hanging from his shirt and a proud untouched blue cape hanging from his shoulder though never reaching below his knees so as to not drag on the floor. It was longing gazes, some filled with warmth, others with lukewarm neutrality and a slather of varnish, perfume filling his nostrils and a delicate hand holding onto his that he was sure he’d never hold again- there was no need to.

The waltz he liked was sung on the clash of blades, hands gripping on leather and iron tight enough to shatter bone on thick, worn- well loved gloves. The stench of sweat and dirt and blood, his eyes never once leaving his partner as their footwork continued to take them along for the floor of the dance. Boots caked in dirt, scuffed up knees and elbows from repeated falls, the weight of armor on his body like a father’s firm hug. It was fists meeting jaw, shoulder, cheek, chest, knuckles splitting and bruises blooming. His heart racing, asking for more and more.

There was no downtime for an orchestra, only panting and he and his partner prowled, letting themselves catch their breaths before breaking into another waltz.

Lambert concluded the Ethereal Ball in the training grounds, with Rodrigue and Matthias. Their dance asked for no sickly courtesy or glamorous orchestra.

“Maybe it would do you good if you didn’t see waltz as some spar, you musclehead!”

Yeah, maybe he was one.

“Hey, what do you guys dream for the future?”

But this was the only dance Lambert knew that would allow him those opportunities.

#[ if he were to ever stray down the wrong path...] (drabbles)#[i procrastinated on this one for ages]

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chris-continues · 1 year ago

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Wholesome request 1

Livio who has a part time job walking people's dogs, bumps into reader when one of the dogs goes tugs a little too harsh.

Then it's the whole cliche dogs tangling them in the leashes.

Missteps

College AU Livio / reader!

TAGS: @h4venpha @millionsvash @lune010 @vashfantasy @cowboylivio

NOTES: OH MY GOD YES perfect I’d imagine both him and Wolfwood have these neighbors who aren’t able to walk their dog and he’s surprisingly really good with animals so they ask him! This is in college au btw! Also idk much about livio 😭 I watched some of tri98 and all of stampede and I’ve read a bitttt on him but I hope this isn’t OOC! Feel free to comment constructive criticism on his characterization in this, I hope it transferred well :)

Thank god Livio had managed to find a decent paying job to help handle both him and his older brother’s finances, because the genius had come up with the excellent idea of having both a dingy motorcycle and car instead of just getting one partially crummy one. (Preferably a car. Livio was still terrified of riding in the motorcycle). Dog walking hadn’t been the worst idea- firstly, he could enjoy life outside and take a break from studying, and even if he did need to review any coursework he could always listen to the .mp3 files in the online textbook he’d found (he thankfully got his hands on some online copies of his textbooks. Made the mistake his first semester freshman year of buying the actual books, brand new. Never again).

But it was therapeutic. Nico was always pestering him to loosen up, offhandedly offering a cigarette to which he refused, sighing tiredly with his forearms resting on his knees, head heavy with the stress of the day. Birds chirping alike in the teeming trees seemed to bring him mirth, replenish his senses and it was awfully refreshing as he tried to not recount the several assignments he had to work on.. haah.

Of course the one time his attention was split, when he made the god awful mistake of checking his notifications while walking did the toe of his shoe catch on an uneven crack in the sidewalk, dog tugging him further in anticipation for someth- wOah!-

Breeze rustled his hair as he flailed in an attempt to catch himself, only to be met with his hands awkwardly mashed on your torso. One, on your shoulder, the other, bent strangely at the elbow, flush against you.

“Oh my god- yeah, I’m so sorry..” he made an attempt to step back, only to find his calf caught in a tangle of leashes.

The dog you’d been walking, for a friend, had managed to find playing with Livio’s man (dog) of the hour a lot more amusing than your calls of “here!” “C’mere!” In a panic.

He swallowed thickly, turning his head away in respect while trying to croak out a few calls of his own. Your body squirmed against his, only managing to embarrass him further. He was almost as red as the fire hydrant they were.. yeah. Ok. Yep. They’re bonding.

“It’s- it’s fine, I’m sorry.” You looked up at him, chin resting slightly against his chest.

Wow. Your eyes are really pretty.

He caught himself, “Oh, no yeah- don’t worry about it. I’m sure they’ll be back soon.” His throat felt tight, voice tapering closed as he muttered out the last of his scrambled thoughts. It’s amusing, really, how a guy so giant wishes he can curl up really small and just go.

In an attempt to make the situation a bit more bearable, you gave your name, and he offered his shyly in return. Thank god for his dog finally being loyal enough to return, as he’d begun to almost lose it. While never one for much conversation, he shied away far more than usual, muscles twitching nervously and sporadically, eyes darting anywhere but you.

It. Was. So. Embarrassing.

Your hands reached nearby him to fumble with the leash, grazing his elbow as your chests touched and oh god your arm was wrapping around him, and suddenly-

“You’re untangled!” You beamed, picking up the other leash that had previously encased the two of you, “I’ll see you around, Livio.” A small smile graced your features, yet all he could do was give a feeble wave and a, “Yeah, later.” In response.

And suddenly, the gust of wind against him doesn’t feel as exhilarating as it used to.

Not in comparison to your grazing touches against him.

#college au #college au livio #Trigun college au #Chris writes #fluff #Trigun #tristamp #Trigun stampede #trigun anime #mutual pining #Drabble #trigun livio #livio the double fang #livio x reader #Livio x you

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andreagalan · 1 year ago

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The king is dead. Long live the Queen.

It’s her second time down in the pit but now she knows its curves and edges. She knows where the wall goes in, where the ground is slippery, where her opponent might trip. She made those mistakes the first time – being too confident, going in too fast, too strong, losing energy and leaving with a split lip, a black eye and scratched skin. Most importantly, Andrea had walked out that first time with nothing to show for it but a bruised ego.

The anger in that man’s eyes had been enough to make her freeze; it’s not the reaction she thought she’d have, nor the one she wanted. Andrea has a people to lead, a crew that follows her, that looks up to her for leadership… But this idolization has been fading for quite some time. It hasn’t been long since the crown was finally placed on her head, but it’s already proved to be too heavy for her to carry and too large to hold.

It has been long enough that her life before looks more and more tempting with each passing day. What did I give up? She thinks at least once a week. Why did I want this? She can’t shake the feeling that what she craved for, this power, this position, is meaningless.

The crown is heavy but it’s all she ever wanted — I did it, she thought back then. I did it, this is mine, this is my victory. I made it. The crown is heavy and covered in blood and it makes her head ache after too long. Andrea looked around when she first put it on, with a grin on her face that could only ever be described as childish. I did it, look! But, just like tonight, she was alone. There’s no one to share a victory with when you’re on top. I did it. She’s repeated it over and over and over, to herself and to others. What else could matter when she’s on top?

Turns out, the edge is a lot steeper and the fall is a lot deadlier than anyone ever warned her about.

And now, she’s in it again. Exhausted and embarrassed and still pushing for a victory. She deserves it, her people deserve it. Her breathing is ragged, her body throbbing with pain, but her eyes burn with an unwavering determination to not let herself be walked over again. She’s had enough of that throughout her life — friends, boyfriends, partners, clients, bosses, peers, they’ve all thought so little of her. They still do.

There’s a crown, heavy to any head it lays upon, but impossible to let go of. Tonight, she can finally claim it as hers. Power is a good look on a woman, Andrea can tell when she looks at herself in the mirror. Andrea might have lost the battle but she’s decided to win the war.

And then she spots her opponent. Andrea’s stomach shrinks, it flips inside her, it makes her sick. If she thought what she’d seen before had been anger, this can only be described as fury, a thirst for blood and a personal vendetta.

The king is dead. Long live the Queen.

The Brotherhood and her haven’t seen eye to eye in years, almost two decades if her memory doesn’t fail her. She’d been a diamond in the rough in their ranks, a gem if they’d only polished and paid enough attention to her — they didn’t and had the nerve to be resentful when she left for a better bidder. Now, that offer for a greater future is dead, it died with its leader four hundred and twenty-nine nights ago.

He looks even worse than she does, which can only mean he’s been down here before. And he knows the way out. Andrea cowers in the face of danger and she hates herself for it. With a weapon in her hand, she’d be invincible — it wouldn’t be the first time she’s pointed a gun at him or others who feel the same way about her. JJ warned her, she remembers, but she didn’t listen. His anger is personal, not professional — this is both.

Her strategy is the same as it was the first time around: claws and heels aimed as any exposed skin. And, just like the first time, it’s not enough.

It doesn’t take long.

The king is dead. Long live the Queen.

Forty seconds until her fist is caught in the air and her arm is twisted back. She cries for help but it doesn’t come. Her head jerks back and she manages to free herself from his grip. Why am I doing this? What if it’s still not enough?

Sixty seconds until her foot is caught now, she loses balance and is on the ground again. She tries to kick him in the groin, catch him off guard, buy herself some time. Why am I doing this? What if I give up? Would he know, would they know? Would he know? But he grips her high heels, one at a time, rips them off her feet and tosses them out of reach. Eighty three seconds until it feels like his fist broke her nose. She cries for help but it doesn’t come. What if I give up? What if I step down?

One hundred and ten seconds until some of her nails snap off from how hard she’s scratching the man’s cheeks and forearms and neck. The others try to dig into his back. What if I step down? What if I don’t want to do this anymore? To an outsider, it might look like they’re hugging. Until she cries for help… It doesn’t come.

What does come is unmistakable shine of metal reflecting light. She knows the sight all too well — the sharp edge of a knife, the coolness of the blade. And she can hear, even from the distance, a crowd-wide gasp. Everyone can tell what it is and everyone can assume what it means, just like her. Bare hands and bare feet and a ripped dress against a strong body and a thirsty knife. All of a sudden, this isn’t a fight, whoever stands victorious won’t display their able body as the prize, but their life, too.

One hundred seventy seconds. She lies on the cold ground, humiliated in front of her inferiors and her peers, in front of her friends, her foes, her family, her loved ones. Blood trickles down her face, mixing with the dirt beneath her and the sweat of another failed battle. What if I don’t want to do this anymore? What if I can’t? What if there’s someone ready to take over?

The pain radiates through her body, every bruise and scrape a testament to her defeat. She simultaneously feels the weight of the moment all over her body — and nothing at all. What’s a broken nose on top of a black eye on top of a deep cut on her collarbone on top of a possibly broken rib on top of endless scratches on her elbows and knees and feet and palms on top of a ringing in her ear on top of–

A sort of calm that doesn’t precede a storm, but follows it. What if someone else would do a better job? What if I don't care? What if I run away? What if I leave?

It’s her one opportunity. Andrea feels the weight of his body suddenly be lifted off her, in a way that can only mean someone is carrying him out, dragging him by the sound of it. I did it. Everyone, look, I did it. He claims it and Andrea can hear his grin in that mocking tone. He’s claiming it, he’s saying he’s the one who finally got me. There’s no one around to see how tears well up in her eyes. It’s her one opportunity. Soon, another pair of strong hands drag her out of the Arène, too. It’s my one opportunity.

And she takes it, she closes her eyes and takes a shaky breath. She lets herself feel it. What if…

The king is dead. Long live the—

#[ your name is like a melody | musings ]#[ event: halloween 2023 ]#tw violence #tw gore #tw blood #tw weapon #tw knife

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