#CEASE ON THE HEART EYES OSCAR

[futurewdclandonorris]

Are you two in love or something?

[p1astr81]

a dream

in which: Oscar has a dream. Like a real REM sleep dream. And he may just have found a pathway to make it a reality.

pairing: Oscar piastri x reader

Warnings: none, but Oscar is more whipped than whipped cream😓

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Oscar smiled to himself while he watched you—his perfect wife—chase down your six year old son down the hallway.

“Jace! You can’t leave the house without bottoms on!” You shout after him. His shrieking giggle struck Oscar’s ears and he winced.

“Ugh Victoria! I just did your hair!” Oscar heard you complain from down the hall.

Chuckling, he strolled down the hallway to meet you were you stood: the intersection between the pair of twins’ rooms. Your hands were on your hips, Jace’s jeans loosely held in one hand.

A floorboard creaked under Oscar’s foot, causing you to turn. You sighed in relief.

“I’ll get Jace’s jeans on and you do Vicky’s hair? I’m hopeless at it.” Oscar proposed.

You sighed again. “Absolutely. Trying to get your son to wear bottoms is a real nightmare.” You chuckled, breathless from chasing them around the house.

Oscar took the jeans from your hand. “He’s your son, too.” He reminded, a hum of humor.

“Looks just like you, though.” You patted his shoulder, giving him a shove towards Jace’s room.

Vicky sat relatively nice for you while you did her hair. She did shift a bit, but nothing too extreme.

Definitely nothing to the level that was happening in the next room over.

“Jace, if you put these jeans on, I’ll get you ice cream. How about that?” Oscar tried to bargain, sick of the kid’s kicking after just two minutes.

“No!” He shook his head, arms crossed.

Oscar sighed, frustrated. “You leave me no choice then.” He shook his head. Oscar moved quickly, tickling the little boy’s side to distract him while he slipped his jeans on and fastened them.

“Awe no!” Jace pouted when he realized Oscar’s trick. Always worked.

“You ready Osc?” You called from the foyer, already having slipped on Vicky’s shoes. She stood, stomping around in circles playfully.

Your husband rounded a corner, failing to hold Jace on his hip. “I don’t know how you do it.” He chuckled, a shake of his head.

“Some scientific explanation.” You grinned and waved him off, taking Jace from his arms and placing the boy on the ground.

“Of to gram gram?!” Vicky asked with another hop.

Oscar’s eyes meet your own. Your grin spreads into a wide, toothy smile. He leans over to give you a short peck on the lips.

You took her little hand in yours. “Yes, off to grandmas, now.”

Jace grabbed hold of your pinky finger. A child hung from both of your hands now. Oscar stood back for a second, observing the scene.

His heart swelled with a profound feeling of love. It was new. Sure, he’s felt loved by his mom before, but this was new. Different. A good different that had his stomach tingling and his brain feeling a little fuzzy.

Or, was the fuzzy feeling because of the love? Because now a constant beep beep beep invades his ears. The sound was overwhelming. It’s volume increased with every second that passed. Louder and Louder and Louder until until he couldn’t take it anymore.

His hand shot out, and the beeping ceased.

But he no longer saw his beautiful family anymore. No, now he faced a blank white wall. That of a hotel room.

The swell of his heart became painful. A new feeling overtook the love. It’s grip on his heart was unrelenting, as if trying to squeeze it to dust.

Grief.

He was grieving people he never knew, never even saw with his own two real eyes.

“Fuck.” He cursed under his breath.

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“You alright, mate?” Lando gripped his shoulder, greeting him as he walked into the hospitality. “Lookin a bit down today.”

“‘M just tired.” Oscar shrugged him off. “I think I’m going to go get a coffee.” He muttered, speaking more to himself than his counterpart.

Oscar trudged up the stairs, weighed down by the grief. He found the small cafe bar, fiddling with his wallet while the barista’s back was turned.

“Oh! Mr. Piastri! How are you? What can I get for you?” The chipper voice seemed to pierce Oscar’s ears, familiar in a way he couldn’t place. He brushed it off as a workplace blur.

“I’m good, yeah. Could I just get a…” Oscar trailed off, the sight of your face throwing him off.

You. His wife. No, not his wife. Only his dream wife.

It startled Oscar just how similar you were in his dream. The smile. The chipper voice. The endless gleam of optimism in your eyes.

“Are you feeling okay?” You asked, but the question failed to penetrate the daze he was in.

He exhaled a heavy breath. The weight of grief, because there you were. In front of his very real eyes.

And the love returned. For a person he didn’t even know, not really.

“Hi.” He breathed out. He blinked a many of times, trying to make sure you were really there.

You laughed and he felt his knees go weak. It was you. “Hi. Uhm, Mr. Piastri can I get you anything?”

“Oscar.” He spoke again.

You fought the urge to laugh once more, because maybe he was having some sort of problem with his brain. Maybe all those G forces finally caught up with him.

“Yes, I know your name,” a chuckle slipped. “but can I get you anything?” You asked again.

“No, I want you to call me Oscar.” His face was on fire. You brushed it off as embarrassment, or maybe the outside heat.

You nodded. “Noted. But again, can I get you anything?” You asked again, an edge of nervousness. A short line started to form behind him.

It seemed to get through to him that time. “Right. Yeah. Sorry.” He cleared his throat. “Just a latte.”

When he handed you his card, you pushed it back to him. “Cafe items are free for you, Mr. Piastri.”

“Oscar.”

“Right, sorry.” You shook your head. “I’ll have that latte out in just a minute.” You gave a polite smile.

He waited nearby, trying to catch your every moment while also trying to not seem like a creep.

You turned, catching his gaze. “Oscar,” you called, sliding his cup to the end of the pick-up station. You gave him another smile. It seemed more genuine than the formers.

He went to thank you, but you already busied yourself with another customer.

Then he noticed a small, ‘good luck today! :)’ written on his coffee cup.

And Oscar thinks he just found his new favorite hang out spot. The McLaren hospitality’s cafe.

[little-jana]

"Hints to Love"

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: kissing

Word Count: 2k

Summary: Valentine’s Day has never been anything special for you—until anonymous little surprises start appearing, each one more thoughtful than the last.

You weren’t expecting anything for Valentine’s Day.

Sure, some people in the BAU had secret admirers—Penelope always got a bouquet of roses from a mystery sender (though everyone knew it was Morgan), and JJ had Will. Even Emily had a history of unexpected romantic gestures.

But you? You’d never been the type to receive love notes or gifts.

Which was why you were so surprised to find a small envelope sitting on your desk that morning.

Frowning, you picked it up and turned it over in your hands. No name. Just a quote written in neat, careful script on the front:

"The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it." – J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Your lips parted slightly. You’d told someone—who?—once that you loved Peter Pan, that the whimsy and belief in the impossible had always spoken to you.

You opened the envelope, unfolding the small piece of paper inside.

Happy Valentine’s Day. Consider this the first of many. A hint: I admire the way you never stop believing in people.

Your heart gave an unexpected flutter.

Who…?

You glanced around the bullpen, but no one was looking at you. Everyone was going about their business as usual.

You tucked the note away in your desk, your mind already spinning.

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The second gift appeared just after lunch.

When you returned to your desk, there was a single, perfectly wrapped package sitting atop your case files.

JJ walked by, smirking. “Looks like someone has an admirer.”

You rolled your eyes, but warmth crept up your neck as you peeled back the paper, revealing a book—The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde.

Your breath caught.

You’d mentioned once—once—that it was one of your favorite novels.

Tucked inside the front cover was another note.

"Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing." – Oscar Wilde

Beneath it, in the same careful handwriting:

A hint: You see the value in people when others see none.

Your fingers trembled slightly as you held the paper.

Who knew you this well?

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By mid-afternoon, you were on high alert, watching for any sign of your mystery admirer.

When Garcia waltzed over and dropped a tiny box onto your desk, she wiggled her eyebrows. “You. Are. So. Loved.”

You sighed, opening it carefully. Inside sat a single, delicate charm—a tiny silver coffee cup.

A soft laugh escaped you.

You were notorious for your love of coffee.

Another note.

"I have measured out my life with coffee spoons." – T.S. Eliot

And underneath:

A hint: I know exactly how you take your coffee.

Your heart pounded.

This was someone close. Someone who paid attention.

Your gaze flickered to Spencer, who was sitting at his desk, fidgeting with a pen, his eyes fixed on his paperwork.

No.

It couldn’t be Spencer… could it?

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The final note came just before the end of the day.

A single folded piece of paper, waiting for you when you returned from a meeting.

"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return." – Nat King Cole

And beneath it, a final message:

Hint: You already know who I am.

Your breath hitched.

Your fingers trembled as you turned the paper over, realizing there was something written on the back.

Meet me outside.

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You stepped into the cool evening air, your pulse racing.

And there he was.

Spencer.

He stood near the entrance, shifting nervously, his hands tucked into his coat pockets. His gaze lifted the second you stepped outside, his expression uncertain—hopeful.

Your breath caught in your throat. “It was you.”

He swallowed. “Yeah.”

You stared at him, mind reeling. “You left me all those notes? The book? The charm?

He nodded, fidgeting slightly. “I… I wasn’t sure how to tell you how I feel. So I thought maybe I could show you instead.”

Your heart swelled, the weight of every note, every gift, crashing into you all at once.

“You like me,” you said, barely above a whisper.

He let out a soft, nervous laugh. “Yeah. I do. I have for a while now.”

Warmth spread through your chest. “Spencer…”

His gaze dropped, his voice quieter. “I know this was kind of a ridiculous way to tell you, but I—”

You didn’t let him finish.

Instead, you stepped forward, reaching up to cup his face, and pressed your lips to his.

For a split second, he froze—then he melted into you, his hands tentatively settling at your waist. The kiss was soft, hesitant, but filled with everything he had been trying to say.

When you finally pulled away, he was staring at you, wide-eyed. “Does this mean…?”

You smiled, running your thumb over his cheek. “It means I like you too, Spencer.”

His face lit up, and for the first time in a long time, you felt like maybe—just maybe—Valentine’s Day was your favorite holiday after all.

[ozarkthedog]

𝐲𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞

summary: being an assistant to a Hollywood star has its perks like attending a lavish holiday event that’s brimming with celebrities.

warnings: fluff! dieter bravo x afab!reader. meet cute? kissing. Christmas vibes. mistletoe. dieter being his usual silly self. w.c: 1.7k

author’s note: this is a gift for @jennaispunk via the @dieterbravobrainrotclub Holiday Gift Exchange! I hope you enjoy this lil’ fic, Jenn! Happy Holidays, lovely! 💙 thank you @sp00kymulderr for hosting!

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋅ 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ⋅ 𝐃𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

It was the kind of holiday party where everything felt just a little bit brighter—lights twinkling from every corner, the smell of cinnamon and pine hanging in the air, laughter rising over soft jazz in the background. A sleek modern mansion nestled in the Hollywood Hills hosting the annual gathering.

You adjusted the straps of your dress while you sat at the bar. It was a sleek dark red velvet number you'd picked up on sale, hoping it'd help you fit into the glamorous party and not stick out like a sore thumb.

You glanced at your phone, scrolling through a few emails you needed to catch up on. As an assistant to one of the hottest new actors in Hollywood, your life was a constant balancing act, but tonight, for once, it was about a bit of relaxation. 

"Feel free to unwind," Your boss says, adjusting their outfit in the back seat of the SUV on the way to the festive soiree. "No need to keep an eye on me. Darren Eigan will be there, so I'll be stuck to him like glue."

You turn in your seat and lean against the bar, surveying the party. From across the room, you spy your boss eagerly chatting up the infamous director. They'd gushed about wanting to work with him for years. You couldn't blame them for trying.

Your eyes scanned the room again as you slowly sipped the tart purple wine. You'd never been a drinker, so the glass felt more like a prop than something to enjoy.

A raucous laugh catches your ear.

He was standing, drinking glass in hand, with a group of people near the opening of a dazzling archway decorated with little sprigs of green mistletoe tied with a bright red bow.

You knew a fake laugh from a mile away. You learned the craft when you moved to LA, having to grace a phony smile and compliment almost every second of the day. 

Dieter Bravo. Hollywood's reluctant star— known for his roles in blockbusters and indie films and winning an oh-so-coveted Oscar. You were surprised to see him at a party like this. He seemed to be the loner kind, much preferring to work on his art than bullshit his night away.

His salt and pepper curls helped prop the shades he wore like a shield, ready to slip the glasses down his hooked nose and sneak out the back door at a moment's notice. The first three buttons on his black silk shirt were left open; his golden skin glowed in the dim room. His black on black attire looked crisp and expensive, like the gray scruff filling his jaw and lining his lips. 

Something was magnetic about him—his presence drew others in without trying or caring.

Someone in the group spoke, and Dieter laughed again. Another half-hearted smile tugged at his lips before falling into a thin, flat line.

You found yourself slipping from your seat and leaving your drink behind as you moved closer. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe because Dieter resonated with your pain. Even in a crowd full of joy and glittering faces, you felt alone.

As you neared the group, your heel caught on an ugly red and green throw rug, making you tumble into the actor and ceasing the chatter.

"Whoa, hey now," Dieter blurts, catching you with one arm.

He weaved it securely around your waist as you both stumbled away from the group. You clutched his broad shoulders, a safe haven if you ever knew one, and steadied your heels back on the ground. Thankfully, his drink didn’t spill all over his suit and your dress.

"You okay?" Dieter's voice was warm and familiar despite the fact you'd had never met him before. His hands lingered on your waist, a wry thumb rubbing the dark butter like velvet, zeroing all his attention on you.

You cleared your throat and bid the flames that fanned your cheeks away. "I'm so sorry. I normally don't wear heels." You apologize. "Pobody's Nerfect!"

Dieter's dark eyes caught like a bright starscape in the sparkling overhead lights as he laughed wholeheartedly at the silly phrase. It was genuine and natural, forcing himself to hold his belly and bowl over with honest laughter.

As he catches his breath, he wipes a tear from his eye. "Did you come up with that?" 

You shrugged and waved a hand, "I wish. I'm not that clever."

"I highly doubt that." the actor comments, before taking a sip of his drink. “You must be someone special to be invited to a party like this." He raises the glass toward the throngs of people filling the massive living room.

You cock your head. "My boss is someone special. Thankfully, they need me like a goose needs a gaggle."

His eyes go wide once more. "There you go again!" 

You wave him off, but inside, you're melting. 

A waiter places a tray of food on a table to your right, distracting the both of you.

"Do you think anyone actually eats these tiny hors d'oeuvres, or are they for like little Christmas elves?" Dieter asked, glancing at a tray of tiny canapés.

You chuckled. "I'm pretty sure they're just to make the people who aren't drinking feel productive. Like, here, eat this, pretend you're having a full meal."

He laughed again. It gets better every time you hear it— it lights up the room. 

"Wanna be productive with me?" he flirts, picking up one of the tiny snacks and holding it out to you with doe eyes.

You quirked a brow, hesitant for a split second before biting into the canapés. It was absurdly delicious for something so small, and you giggled, caught off guard by how natural it felt to talk to him.

"How do you look so... untouchable on screen and so normal off it?" you question without thinking.

Dieter tilted his head, his smile softening. "I'm really good at pretending." He drifts off, eyes wandering to the floor, thoughts drifting to the front of his mind before he takes a healthy swig from his glass. "Sometimes it's nice to escape yourself for a while."

You nod, understanding the need to run away.  

"Are you working on any new art?" You try to lighten the mood, glancing at the red paint under his trimmed nails. "I can't wait for the next mind-bending piece from the one and only Mr. Bravo."

He smiled again, that knowing, almost mischievous look in his eyes. "Wouldn't little Ms. Canapés like to know." he teases, the warmth in his voice holding something more than just casual conversation.

Just then, someone at the bar called his name. Dieter turned his head, briefly distracted by the person waving him over. You take a timid step back, wishing you had more time with the artist, but before you can move, a reveler nudges you toward the archway where the mistletoe hangs.

You glanced at Dieter, who was still distracted by the call but now seemed to have noticed where you were standing. He looked at you with a wry smirk.

"Do you believe in fate?" he queries, his voice suddenly quieter.

You whisper, heart in your throat. "I suppose so."

He takes a step toward you, his leather wing tips shuffle against the floor, and for a moment, the noise of the party fades as the space between you closes. The dim lights cast shadows that make his features even more inviting. There was something in his gaze—something natural and soft that wasn't at all like the characters he portrayed on screen.

Without a word, he leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that felt like it had been waiting to happen. It wasn't dramatic or rushed, just slow and honest, as though the mistletoe wasn't just some holiday tradition but the beginning of something unexpected.

When you pull away, Dieter smiles again, this time with a hint of surprise. "That was... festive."

You chuckle, a little breathless. "I hope I'm still on Santa's Nice List now."

"The Nice List?" Dieter raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, don't you want to get what you wished for?" You jibe, grin widening as you step back, giving him space to leave.

Dieter snorts, glancing toward the bar as more people wave him over. "Oh, but I already did," he winks.

Your face flames. You bite your cheek, trying your best to not squeal.

The two of you share one last look before the crowd pulls him away. Neither of you could quite shake the moment. 

As the night continued, shared glances from across the room kept you busy. Every conversation with someone new resulted in sincere apologies when you had them repeat what they said because a particular actor kept stealing your attention.

It seemed you distracted him just as much at times. You caught him dragging his eyes down your frame and back up again. He'd either cower like a thief caught red-handed or gaze at you like he wanted to watch the sun come up with you in his bed. 

The crowd of people slowly dwindled down as the clock struck midnight. Much to your dismay, you'd lost sight of Dieter an hour ago when he stepped out onto the back patio for a smoke with a fellow actor. You begrudgingly slipped on your heavy coat, headed down the front steps to the SUV, idling at the curb, and waited for your boss. 

Leaning against the passenger door, you slowly breathe in the crisp night. The heated feelings that swarmed your belly all evening finally simmered to a rolling boil.

"Canapés?" 

You jerk against the metal door as a voice chimes to your right. You clutch your chest with a gasp.

Dieter appears from the shadows, hands raised, like he's dealing with a stray animal. "Shit, sorry, it's only me." He cringes at the slight fear in your eyes.

"You bastard." You curse with a playful huff. "Wait, did you just call me Canapés?"

He flashes an awkward grin and anxiously rubs the back of his neck. "Well, I forgot to ask your name, and I didn't realize until after we kissed, and then I thought it was too late. I don't want to be "that guy."  Dieter mimes quotations in the air and swallows hard. "So, yeah."

You step closer, your heels clink against the cement, as you whisper your name and slink your arms around his shoulders. Dieter once again weaves his hold around your velvet waist, molding your body to his.

His plush lips brush across yours. "We don't have any mistletoe." He states cheekily.

"I would've kissed you without it in the first place." You confess, pressing your lips to his for another precious moment before he breaks the kiss. 

"Wanna go make it on Santa’s Naughty list with me?" 

feel free to scream at me -> 💌

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[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Genius

Matthew de Clermont x Y/N - drabble - 607 WC

Masterlist

Warnings: fluff, poetry, slightly steamy, Matthew being sexy, soft boi hours, this bitch worships the ground you walk on, L bomb

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“Abashed the Devil stood and felt how awful goodness is…” Matthew read from the chair in the corner of your bedroom.

“John Milton.” you responded, lying on the bed as you scrolled through your phone. 

“Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling…” he said, gazing at you.

“Oscar Wilde.” you said almost immediately. You never understood why he tried to win this little game with you; he never has before.

“Theirs not to reason why, theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death rode the six hundred.”

“Lord Alfred Tennyson, “The Charge of the Light Brigade”, written in 1854, based on the Battle of Balaclava.” you said with a smirk, sitting up on your elbows to see him fully.

“Love opened a mortal wound. In agony, I worked the blade to make it deeper. Please, I begged, let death come quick…” he said, closing his book to meet your gaze. 

“Wild, distracted, sick. I counted all the ways love hurt me. One life, I thought - a thousand deaths…” you cut him off.

“Blow after blow, my heart couldn’t survive this beating. Then - how can I explain it? I came to my senses. I said…” he said as he moved to the bed, crawling his way up your body till his nose nudged yours. You sucked in a breath.

“”Why do I suffer? What lover ever had so much pleasure?” you whispered against his lips.

His eyes searched your face for something unknown. He heard your heart speed up; it would never cease to amuse him that he still had this effect on you, after all this time. He placed a delicate peck on your lips.

Your lips followed his as he pulled away. You hooked your finger under his chin, pulling him back to your lips. You devoured his lips, craving his touch always.

Matthew kissed you fervently before pulling back momentarily. He looked down at you with expectant eyes.

You tried to capture his lips once more but he moved back when you leaned up. “What?” you said, a slight bit of worry in your voice.

“Who wrote it?” he asked.

“Seriously?” you said, annoyed he was depriving you of his sweet, sweet kiss. 

Matthew chuckled, nodding his head.

You sighed, “Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz, a Seventeenth Century Mexican nun.” you said quickly, pulling him back to you for a kiss.

He kissed you before pulling back slightly, pecking your lips randomly “I have never met a creature so incredibly intelligent, you are a wonder my darling.” Matthew whispered onto your lips.

You smiled up at him sweetly, your cheeks turning pink slightly. “I’m a daemon,” you shrugged before tugging him as close as possible, “Flattery gets you everywhere…” you mumbled, tugging at the bottom of his shirt. Matthew obliged your silent request, yanking his shirt off. He kissed down your neck, sucking hickies into you every once and a while. He pulled the shoulders of your dress down, exposing your chest to him. His lips ghosted over your skin making you shudder slightly. 

“Always so good for me…” he whispered, looking you up and down before pulling the rest of your dress, he hooked his hands into the supple flesh of your hips, pulling your underwear off with the dress. 

You whined at the cool air hitting your skin. Matthew kissed up your thigh, his fangs grazing your skin every once in a while. “I love you…” he mumbled before attaching his lips to your core. Your back arched - this was the beginning to a very long, absolutely sinful night. You felt yourself giving in to him anyways.

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Naboo's Note:

On a Discovery of Witches binge - this is the result. This mf is just so *chefs kiss* Anyways I hope everyone is doing good! :D

[aprilcolours]

blackheart - part three

part one - part two - part four

*warning: some nsfw*

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Visenya did not sleep well that night, dreams haunted by the memory of warm hands, a sly grin, and eyes that gleamed in the dark. 

She awoke to the arrival of a raven from her mother, the Queen. The message it carried was simple, but a revelation. She dressed quickly, braiding her hair haphazardly before rushing out of her tent. She was greeted by the anxious face of Oscar Tully, waiting straight-backed by the entrance.  

“Your highness…” the knight began, clearly apprehensive, “there is an urgent matter…the Lord Blackwood… that is, well he…”

“Speak plainly, Ser,” she bit out, a stone sinking into the pit of her stomach. The knight straightened his impeccable posture even further and responded,

“Benjicot has taken upon himself to retrieve the head of Lord Lannister. He absconded in the night alone, taking only a horse and his blades. I can assure you, had I been present at the scene I would have stopped this folly—” 

The Tully continued on, explaining that he had already punished those who had not alerted him and apologizing profusely, but Visenya ceased listening. Her heart thrummed in her chest, and the sound of blood rushed in her ears. 

Though they had pushed the Lannister army back at Lydden, Lord Jason Lannister had escaped alive and retreated westward. She had not chased him because she had not thought it worth the risk to her men. ‘Let him run’ she had said. 

Clearly that bloody fool disagrees, she thought. Godsdamnit all. 

“Hold the fort Ser Tully,” she decreed, tone leaving no room for argument. The knight nodded solemnly and bowed, but she had already walked away. She made haste out of camp, grabbing a hood as she went. She had Vermithor in the air and chasing westward in a matter of minutes. The Blackwood had a night’s head start, but the Bronze Fury was not a horse. 

It took into the afternoon at ceaseless top speeds, but they caught up to the vanguard of the retreating army. Vermithor rose high above the clouds so that they might avoid being spotted, taking care to approach downwind. They circled back to land behind the cover of hills, and Visenya threw her cloak over her head. 

This boy will be the death of me, she swore as she crept stealthily into the enemy camp. 

Their defenses were lowered, it was clear they did not expect an attack as they had not been chased. Many tended to the wounded and dead, and many others drank wine to wile away the midday hour. Despite herself, she wrinkled her nose at the indiscipline. 

Keeping to the shadows, and when needed playing at being some nursemaid or other servant, Visenya moved through the lines unnoticed, watching carefully for any sign of the raven-dark haired boy. At the center of camp she reached a tent, featuring an ostentatious display of wealth that could only belong to the Lord of the Westerlands. She circled round the back and tucked under the edge of the fabric wall, her blades at the ready. 

Benjicot Blackwood stood above the still bleeding corpse of Lord Jason Lannister. Blood had splattered across his grim, vicious face. He whirled on her, a dagger swiftly raised to her throat.

“What in all the God’s names do you think you are doing,” she hissed, raising a finger to the tip of his dagger and pushing it down. 

His rabid grin curled higher at the sight of her, stepping swiftly into her space. He did not even seem surprised to see her, simply delighted. 

“I have won you a great prize my lady,” he whispered, voice low and husky. “A lion’s head.”  

“I can assure you that getting yourself killed would be no prize to me,” she muttered back, grabbing his arm and pulling back the way she came. He resisted, gesturing to the body with his dagger. 

Seeing in his sparkling eyes that he meant no jest, she asked, “What madness has possessed you?!”

“I would return a hero, and earn myself honors befitting your hand,” he replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Still, he steadfastly resisted her pulls. 

Visenya Targaryen II did not beg. But here, for only his ears to hear, she breathed a small simple:

“Please.”

Finally, the dark fire in his eyes banked and he relented, allowing himself to be pulled out of the tent and the rest of the way out of the camp. She did not loose her grip once, hands firmly tangled together as they passed between shadows. 

He trudged forward, a sullen silence about him, as though he had failed. 

Silly creature, she thought fondly, as they crested the hill that hid Vermithor. She tugged him forward towards her waiting dragon. Only then did he stop again, tugging out of her grip, brows raised. 

“You would allow me to ride beside you, princess?” 

“I would.”

“It would give a certain impression to the other lords,” he remarked, voice bitter and sharp. She simply smiled a small smile.

“I am aware,” she replied, “They could hardly object to my riding alongside my betrothed.”

At the shock writ across his bloody face she could not help but laugh. With a grin, she continued, “The raven from my mother arrived this morning. I would have told you immediately had you not run off.”

He took a step to close the distance between them, but Visenya lept back— expression playful. 

“Although, there is one left whose approval you should seek,” she teased, taking another step back. She reached out her hand for him to take.

Bloody Benjicot Blackwood was many things, but never a coward. With a breath and the beginnings of a sly grin, he took the offered hand. Together they approached the great beast at the bottom of the hill. 

“Rhaenagon ñuha valzȳrys,” she said as the bronze dragon watched their approach. Vermithor raised his great big head with a shake, and sniffed at the pair. 

“Bloody fucking hells,” Ben swore underneath his breath. Visenya laughed again and raised their joined hands to touch the dragon’s snout. 

After a moment, she gently pulled the boy towards the ropes and ladders that led up onto Vermithors back. He took a moment to look at her and read the challenge in her eyes. Then, with another muttered curse, Benjicot began to climb. 

Visenya followed after, a smug expression playing at her lips, and crouched in front of him when they reached the seat. 

She fastened the belts that anchored to the saddle around his waist, and tried desperately not to blush as her fingers brushed his thighs. 

“Shouldn’t these be for you, my lady?” he asked, eyelids low as he watched her hands and their careful movements. 

“Please,” she scoffed, “I haven’t used the harness since I was two and ten.” She was aiming for nonchalant, but she could tell she missed the mark slightly by the way his eyes narrowed and his grin sharpened. He leaned closer and spoke in a low tone,

“Is there some cause for nervousness, your highness?” 

They were close enough now that they shared breaths, mingling together in the damp air. Visenya bit her lip. Benjicot’s eyes immediately tracked the movement, shifting closer still. She was sure he would kiss her. 

“Sōvegon!” she called suddenly, and Vermithor began to prepare to take off. Ben’s eyes shot wide open and he grasped at her arms. Visenya laughed, throwing her head back, her long braid tossed about. 

“Do not worry Lord Blackwood,” she grinned, shifting around to sit properly. His arms immediately closed around her waist in a vice grip, his warm chest pressed tightly at her back. “Your princess would not allow harm to befall you.” 

She felt his shaky laugh against the shell of her ear, and she shivered. 

Vermithor took two great bounding steps before launching skyward. Benjicot held her waist so tightly she could barely breathe. Visenya laid one hand atop his to comfort, and he immediately locked her fingers between his own. 

They climbed and climbed into the sky, rising above the low lying misty clouds, until they broke through the cloud base and the sun shone upon them. Vermithor leveled out, pace steady and even now. 

“Ñāqa,” she commanded. Visenya turned, intending to speak, but the words died on her lips as she looked at the boy with her. 

His face was aglow with an awe-struck smile, looking down upon his home from the sky. 

He is rather handsome isn’t he, she noticed as the sun shone on his raven dark hair, illuminating the shape of his features— perhaps plain on their own, but thrilling in their vicious combination. So distinctly him. 

She studied him, as he took in the miracle of flight. She had the impulse to kiss his cheek. So she did. I am done denying when it comes to him, she decided. 

His gaze shot to hers, brows furrowed like she was an impossibility. He raised one hand to cup her jaw and neck in his broad hand. 

This time, when he kissed her, it was torturously painstakingly slow. A thorough, languid exploration of all the ways tongues could dance. She gasped at the slow banking fire that smoldered low in her belly. 

They kissed, and kissed, and kissed, even as her neck ached from the angle. 

When she finally placed a hand on his chest and pushed him lightly so that she might breathe, her lips were well swollen and eyes glazed. Their chests heaved as if it had been a tremendous exertion. 

Visenya became slowly aware of something hot and hard poking into her backside. 

No, she thought, It can’t be… But as she peered back into his face and he swiftly avoided eye contact, she was sure. 

She nearly forgot all sense. 

Seven hells. She cleared her throat, turning forward. The motion nestled that part of him even closer. His hands were balled into fists at her waist. 

“Adere, Vermithor!” she called. 

The rest of the flight was spent in a loaded silence, though it fortunately wasn’t too much further. A few hundred yards before they reached the sprawl of camp, they landed. 

Once firmly on the ground, there was a beat as neither quite knew what to say. 

“Should we take a moment?” Visenya asked finally. As if speaking it aloud had made the situation clear, they both burst into raucous, cackling fits of laughter. 

Benjicot buried his head into her hair to stifle his embarrassment with a groan. She pressed the back of her hand to her mouth as the giggles continued. 

They sat there, pressed tightly together, for a time. Their breaths heaving in tandem. 

“I would wed you now,” the Blackwood finally decreed, breaking the silence, “Tonight.”

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A/N: ta daaaa!! so there will be one more part for sure after this, maybe more we'll see

Rhaenagon ñuha valzȳrys - Meet my husband

Sōvegon - Fly 

Ñāqa- East

Adere- Faster

[coff33andb00ks]

33 with Oscar please? It is August but I am READY for autumn and spooky season already!

"Are you a witch?"

driver + number = drabble <3

ahh autumn and spooky season how I adore thee!! i hope you enjoy ❤️

warnings/themes: not proofread, reader and/or oscar might actually be a witch, hints of dark!oscar, vague historical au of some type idk

suggested listening: Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac ('97 live)

When you met him, you were intrigued. Most men were intimidated by you, but not him. He was unflappable, his energy stoic, and in a sea of chaotic boys, it was nice to meet a man.

He didn't engage, he observed. Sometimes others would interact with him but his quiet nature tended to put them off, not that he seemed to mind. From what you noticed, he appeared to prefer being left alone.

You became enthralled.

You saw him - Oscar of Australia - everywhere, an ever present shadow in town, lingering like the mist in the mornings then disappearing when you actively looked for him. The season was changing and the mist grew deeper each night, the air crisper each time you took your nightly trek through the forest.

Hunter's moon. Withering plants. Trees shedding their brightly colored leaves.

The woods smelled of dirt and damp and you felt serene there, away from everyone and everything. There was an energy among the trees that you couldn't find anywhere else and so you were drawn to them every night, like all the luckless sailors lured by the siren's calls in the tales told by the fireside.

But unlike the unfortunate sailors, you were aware of the dangers.

Animals. Fearsome beasts that were docile when treated with respect. Unlike the so-called men in town, you much preferred the company of the bears and wolves roaming the forests, for they didn't attack unprovoked.

You were able to be free, untethered by the constraints of expectations while in town, where you were meant to behave as a lady.

The moonlight was dappled on the leaves scattered across the forest floor and you breathed in the mist that swirled around you. Owls in the distance called and the wind whispered through the branches, nature's music adding a bounce to your step. You were almost to the clearing when you heard it.

Snap.

Your heart went still and your steps ceased. Listening closely, you realized it wasn't an animal. At least, not the four legged kind. You strained to listen, and then you heard the whisper of a breath. You spun, searching the shadows, hand reaching for the dagger you kept on you.

Oscar stepped out into the moonlight, one corner of his mouth lifted into a slight smirk.

"Not going to stab me, are you?" he asked softly.

It was the first time he'd ever spoken to you directly. If you hadn't been so wary of his being in the woods - your woods, your safe place - you would have been shocked. Instead you relaxed a little, lowering your hand to your side. "No."

He looked at you, his smirk disappearing as his gaze slid over you, so blatant you could feel the heat of his eyes. "What brings you out at night?" he asked, moving closer, like a cat stalking its prey.

You refused to be scared. He was just a man. "I like the night."

"But you come out every night." He tilted his head, the moonlight glittering in his eyes.

Brown as the pine needles beneath your feet, strains of black like the dirt on your fingers when you gathered mushrooms.

"Are you a witch?" he whispered.

A small ripple of fear ran down your spine. You were well aware of what would happen if you said yes. So you turned the question on him. "Are you?"

Oscar hummed. "I'm many things at many times."

"You didn't answer the question," you whispered.

He leaned close, his cheek brushing yours as he brought his lips to yours. "Neither did you."

[formulas-bitch]

Welcome to the family - Oscar Piastri x sister/reader

1.4k words

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the McLaren Technology Centre in a warm, amber glow, Oscar Piastri, dressed impeccably in a crisp white shirt and navy blue suit, stepped out of his sleek silver McLaren . His heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation as he approached the iconic McLaren logo etched into the pavement. This was it. The moment he had been dreading, yet had been eagerly anticipating for months. He was finally going to introduce his younger sister, Mia, to the team that he loved so dearly, the team that had become a second family to him.

As he walked up the steps to the main entrance, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride swell within him. Mia, dressed in a stylish McLaren-branded dress and a pair of silver heels, looked every bit the part of a young, aspiring member of the team. Her dark hair, pulled back into a sleek ponytail, and her bright green eyes mirrored his own, and her infectious smile lit up the room as they entered the team's headquarters.

The reception area was buzzing with activity; mechanics busily working on cars, engineers huddled around computers, and designers poring over sketches. But as soon as they were spotted, all conversation ceased and all eyes turned towards them. It was a surreal moment for Oscar, one that he knew would be etched into his memory for years to come.

A smile spread across his face as he saw his sister's eyes widen in awe at the sight before her. She had always looked up to him, admired his dedication to the team, and now, he thought with a sense of pride, she was finally getting a taste of what it was like to be a part of this incredible family.

As they were ushered into the inner sanctum, past the gleaming trophies and historic race cars, Oscar couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia wash over him. He remembered his first day here, how nervous and intimidated he had been. But the team had taken him under their wing, made him feel welcome, and helped him grow into the driver and person he was today. He only hoped that Mia would have the same experience.

"Mia, meet Zac Brown , our Team Principal," Oscar said, gesturing towards the tall, silver-haired man standing nearby. Zac extended his hand, giving Mia a firm shake before turning to Oscar.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Oscar," he said, his British accent clipped and authoritative. "And congratulations on bringing such a lovely sister into the fold. I've heard a lot about you, Mia. You've certainly made quite an impression already."

Mia blushed, ducking her head shyly. "Thank you, sir," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

As they continued their tour, Oscar introduced Mia to the various team members, from the engineers and designers to the mechanics and support staff. Each person they met took the time to offer a warm welcome and share a story or two about their own experiences with the team. It was clear that everyone was eager to embrace Mia into the fold, just as they had with her brother.

there was just one person who was missing and that was Oscars team mate Lando norris.

As they made their way through the building, they finally arrived at the drivers' lounge, where Lando was sprawled out on a comfy leather sofa, flipping through channels on the massive TV. He looked up when they entered and grinned broadly when he saw Mia. "Hey, Oscar," he said, giving his friend a playful punch in the arm. "And who's this lovely lady I see you've brought along?"

Mia's cheeks flushed even deeper as Lando's piercing green eyes fixed on her. She felt simultaneously intimidated and flattered by his attention. "Hi, Lando," she managed to say, offering him a tentative smile.

Lando sat up straighter, gesturing for them to join him on the sofa. "So, Mia, what brings you to the team?" he asked, his voice low and inviting. As they sat down, he studied her face intently, as if trying to gauge her motivations.

Oscar, who had been watching this exchange with a mixture of amusement and pride, felt compelled to jump in. "Well, Lando, Mia's actually here because of me. She's my sister, you see, and she's always been a huge fan of the team. She's been wanting to get involved for years now, and I thought this would be a great opportunity for her as she is just finishing her PhD in engineering in a month or two"

Lando nodded, his expression turning more serious. "That's fantastic, Oscar. I'm glad you brought her along. And you're right, we could definitely use another set of sharp eyes and fresh perspectives around here. I'm sure she'll fit right in." He reached out and gave Mia's arm a reassuring pat. "You've got a lot to offer this team, Mia. We're lucky to have you."

As the conversation continued, Mia felt herself relaxing more and more. She couldn't believe how comfortable she was already feeling in this environment. The other team members, who had all taken the time to introduce themselves and share their stories with her, seemed genuinely excited to have her on board. It was a far cry from the stuffy academic setting she was used to.

Over the next few hours, they toured the rest of the facility, including the state-of-the-art wind tunnel and the machine shop where the latest racing technology was brought to life. Everywhere they went, Mia found herself soaking up new information and absorbing the unique culture of the team. She could tell that the teamwork and camaraderie here were unlike anything she had experienced before.

As they made their way back to the main garage, Mia felt a surge of excitement well up inside her. She knew that this was where she belonged, where her skills and passion would be put to good use. She glanced over at Oscar, who was chatting animatedly with one of the mechanics, and felt a sense of pride and gratitude welling up within her. She owed so much to her brother for bringing her into this amazing world.

As they continued to tour the garage, Mia found herself drawn to a particular group of engineers who were huddled around a workbench, poring over a set of blueprints. Intrigued, she approached them and introduced herself. They welcomed her with open arms, eager to share their work and solicit her opinion. For the next few hours, she lost herself in the technical details and design challenges, forgetting all about the outside world.

It wasn't until much later, as they were sitting down to dinner in the team's private dining room, that Mia finally got the chance to ask Lando about his own journey to the team. As he shared stories of his early racing days and his climb up the ranks, she found herself captivated by his charisma and his infectious passion for the sport. She couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship with him, even though they were from such different backgrounds.

Throughout the evening, the other team members chimed in with their own stories and experiences, creating a lively and engaging atmosphere. Mia felt like she was part of a family, and she knew that this was a feeling she had never experienced before. As they ate, drank, and laughed together, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to be a part of such an incredible team.

As the dinner drew to a close, Lando leaned back in his chair and looked around the table, his eyes filled with pride. "You know, Mia," he said, "I'm glad you're here. Not just because you're Oscar's sister or because you're an incredibly talented engineer, but because you're a part of something bigger now. This team, this sport, it's not just about winning races or setting records. It's about the journey, the challenges we face together, the friendships we form along the way. And I think you're going to fit right in our little delusional family."

The room erupted in laughter, and Mia felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. But as she looked around at the faces of the people who had welcomed her so warmly, she knew that Lando was right. She had found a home here, a place where she belonged. And for the first time in her life, she wasn't just content to watch from the sidelines. She was going to be a part of something truly special.

[tecnestheim962]

a relatively quick ask but what do you think would be the thing that would just. end you. for your ship. you know the one. either an apex of assencion or an abyssal sorrow i wanna know, i mean it cant get worse than ruby killing oscar in the ever after right (with the added pain that since oz was there in the scene, this meant this was an oscar who was happy and not under ozmosis)

Lmao and you said “relatively quick ask”

There’s a reason why it’s taken me over a month to do your other ones. But here we go anyway?

It doesn’t take much to end me ship wise, mainly because shipping is just a bonus for me in this show rather than the whole purpose. Most of my posts are about rg because both of them are my favorite characters and every single interaction they have, they grow and the plot progresses immensely. I also just think they’re incredibly cute and the implications that the writers give us in the show is fascinating!

At the end of the day, if they don’t become canon, I won’t really be upset. I just want them to be happy, and I personally think they would be happiest if their futures lead them to each other, but that’s just my opinion. I’m not the writers and in the grand scheme of things, what I want doesn’t hold any merit. I watch this show for the characters, the dynamic plot, and the intricacies of the writing, not the ships. Those are just bonuses that make my heart happy for the sake of the characters.

WITH THAT SAID (ignore my rambling, it’s all I do at this point)

What would absolutely DEVASTATE me in the best and worst way possible with these two is if we get a scene where Ruby goes to talk to Oscar and suddenly there’s a flash of the memory of her slicing the illusion with her scythe and watching the light fade from his eyes by her own hands. If that happened and she froze, horror crossing her expression, and she falls into a panic right in front of him. God, especially if that’s like the moment she sees him when getting back from the Ever After.

Another thing that all ships aside, I really really really really REALLY want to happen is for Ruby to experience one of Oscar’s merge episodes. Cause he’s obviously pulling away from everyone to hide his pain just like ruby did in v9 and wouldn’t it just be something no one else had seen it happen before her because he’s been really trying to keep everyone from worrying about him or seeing him differently. But with Ruby he lets his guard down. It’s been so long since he’s seen her and he’s just reveling in her presence.

Then bam. Merge episode.

Ugh the implications… The conversation they would be forced to have… the subsequent growth and development of their characters… the angst…

I would cease to exist man.

[lattesqueeze]

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For the kiss prompt: lestappen and 💘

HI BABY AAAA

oh this was so so so much fun, thank you for sending me this!!! i love you!!!!

Lestappen - Dared to Kiss (featuring a little Mutual Pining ish) - 600 words

“Why are we even playing this stupid game anyway?” Max asks, sounding bored. If asked, he’d say it was just a coincidence that the bottle had once again failed to stop its spin pointing at him.

“Ugh, Max, don’t be boring.” Lando rolls his eyes beside him, leaning forward to tenderly kiss George, who turns an alarming, yet endearing, shade of crimson.

Lando spins the bottle again, sending it skittering across the floor. Max stops it abruptly with his foot, and the circle groans as a collective.

“Come on, mate. What are we anyway, sixteen? I played this enough at school.”

“But it’s fun!” Lando whines. “And when else d’you reckon you’d get a chance to kiss me?”

Max snorts. “Like I’d want to.”

Lando looks wounded.

“Surely you have another game we can play.” Max suggests, hoping to escape this high school hell.

“Okay…” Lando draws out the vowels. “Truth or dare?”

“Wha- no!”

“Truth. Or. Dare?” Lando repeats, turning to face Max with his whole body.

“Fine. Dare, then.”

Wrong answer, apparently. Lando smirks, a mischievous, impish grin.

“I dare you to kiss whoever you think is the most attractive person here.”

“What, isn’t there anyone here you wanna snog?”

“No!” Max protests. Yes! Max thinks.

“Liar.”

Lando is having fun now, taunting Max. The others in the circle remain painfully quiet, not wishing to chip in to the unfolding drama. Max’s eyes dart around the room, imploring each of his…well, he wouldn’t exactly call them friends. Colleagues, would be more fitting. His eyes settle on Charles, subconsciously and pleading.

Lando quirks an eyebrow at Oscar with a smirk. Oscar smiles back, benevolent, apparently not quite picking up what Lando is putting down.

“I change my dare!”

“Thank God.” Max mutters in relief.

“Max, I dare you to kiss Charles. No more takesies-backsies, you gotta do this one.”

Charles has the decency to look alarmed, at least. His eyes - his beautiful soft eyes - widen, and his cheeks are suddenly rosy. He raises his palms a little - don't bring me into this!

Max flushes entirely pink, from the tips of his ears to the base of his neck. He feels hot all over, and his heart is racing at a pace that could easily rival Max’s car. If he does this, if he follows through with the dare - which, realistically he has no choice in - he can’t trust himself to be normal about it. If he kisses Charles, he fears it would be too loving, too desperate, too passionate, too-

“What are you waiting for, Max?” A soft, melodic voice breaks Max out of his spiral.

“No, nothing! Nothing, I- ”

Charles is kneeling, sat on his heels. His head is tilted slightly to the left, and he is looking at Max with something unreadable in his eyes.

Could it be…?

“Are you sure?” Max whispers.

Lando sniggers, and there are definitely at least a couple more stifled giggles from the circle.

“A dare is a dare, no?”

And then, before Max even realises what is going on, Charles’ lips are soft against his own. Everyone else in the room ceases to exist. Reality itself ceases to exist, as Max floats through this daydream. Charles’ tongue is wet along Max’s lip, and Max feels his jaw go slack. Finally, he thinks. Whatever he wants, he thinks. I hope this never ends, he thinks.

Somewhere, miles away, someone clears their throat, bringing Max back down to Earth.

“That was easy. You’re welcome, guys.” Lando grins.

Charles smiles easily and shrugs, Max stares determinedly into his lap, refusing to acknowledge his friend.

[wiinestories]

The cigarette in her hand was more than a habit; it was a small escape, a brief moment of control in a world spiralling deeper into chaos. The weight of her responsibilities, the danger she faced every day, and the constant fear of the Germans succeeding pressed heavily on her shoulders. If they won, the world as she knew it would be over. Her mind flickered to the Vichy regime, their submission to the Nazis, and her hometown, which had fallen under the rule of a fascist government. It made her stomach twist in knots, but she pushed it aside. Her work—their work—was the key to the future, to the liberation of France, England, and the rest of Europe. Every piece of information she gathered, every move she made, was crucial to the long-planned liberation.

The sound of footsteps brought her back to the present, her heart quickening as Oscar entered the apartment once more. Seeing him—feeling his presence—gave her the relief she so desperately craved. His tall frame filled the room with a quiet strength, and for a moment, the weight on her chest lifted. As he approached her, Viviana's gaze softened, admiration flickering in her eyes. She longed for him every time they were apart, the ache only growing deeper with each passing day. He took the cigarette from her hand, bringing it to his lips as he inhaled the smoke. The action was simple, but in it, there was something so intimate, a shared moment of solace in the madness. Viviana instinctively wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close, and a soft smile spread across her lips. She could feel the steady beat of his heart, a reassuring rhythm that calmed her own racing thoughts. "I missed you too, mon amour," she whispered, her voice soft, laced with affection and relief.

She let out a soft laugh as she took the cigarette back from him, her fingers brushing his briefly. "Straight to work indeed," she teased, eyes glinting with the same playful energy that had always existed between them. "Though with you here, mon amour, focus can be a little difficult." Her tone was light, but the seriousness of their situation hung in the air, unspoken but understood. As Oscar unfolded the paper and complimented her work, a small smile tugged at her lips. "Grazie, amore," she replied, her voice soft as her native tongue slipped from her lips. "But you know, I’d rather us be anywhere but here, away from all of this." She took a slow drag from the cigarette, her gaze momentarily drifting towards the window, where the city outside flickered in the twilight. "As for your English cigarettes," she glanced around the apartment with mock concern, "I’m afraid the French have claimed this territory entirely. You may need to make do with what we have for now."

Viviana shifted closer to him, her fingers idly tracing patterns along his arm. "But perhaps," she whispered, her lips brushing lightly against his cheek, "when all this is over, we can spend more than just a few stolen nights together." Her breath caught at the warmth of his touch, her heart skipping a beat as the intensity between them flared. She closed her eyes, savouring the kiss that had started so gently but quickly ignited into something deeper. The world outside, with all its dangers, felt distant in that moment. She leaned into his hand, her lips parting slightly as her eyes fluttered open to meet his gaze. There was something about the way he looked at her, as if the war and everything else ceased to exist when they were together.

A soft, teasing smile played on her lips. “Ah, amore Oscar, always the charmer.” Her voice was low, almost a purr as she responded to his playful tone. “You’re right, I must’ve forgotten myself in all this chaos. Perhaps I do need reminding.” She brushed her fingertips lightly along his jawline, her thumb tracing the outline of his lips as she leaned closer, her breath mingling with his. “But don’t forget,” she whispered against his lips, “you haven’t greeted me properly either.” Her gaze softened as she leaned in again, her lips pressing against his, this time with no hesitation. The kiss was slow, deliberate, as if they were savouring the rare moments they had together, knowing how fleeting they might be. When she pulled back, her fingers remained on his cheek, her voice softer now, almost vulnerable. “Even after all this time, Oscar… I still smoulder for you.”

Viviana’s heart swelled with warmth as Oscar kissed her again, a slow, tender exchange that lingered with all the emotion they couldn’t put into words. She watched him set his cap down on the table, a simple gesture that spoke volumes—like he was shedding the weight of the world, if only for a little while. Her hand slipped into his instinctively, fingers intertwining as she pulled him closer, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “You know you never have to ask,” she whispered, her voice gentle yet filled with conviction. “Because this is your home.” There was a bittersweetness to her words, an unspoken ache that came with knowing their time together was fleeting. The thought of him leaving in just two days sent a sharp pang through her chest, but she kept it hidden, not wanting to mar the moment. Instead, she focused on the warmth of his presence, the comfort of his touch, and the love they shared.

“I wish you could stay with me,” she admitted, her eyes meeting his, filled with the depth of her longing. “But we’ll make the most of this time, won’t we?” There was a soft plea in her voice, a quiet hope that these hours would be enough to sustain them both through the inevitable separation. Viviana’s grip on his hand tightened slightly as she guided him toward the bedroom, the space that had become a sanctuary for their stolen moments. The world outside was filled with war, chaos, and uncertainty, but here—within these walls—there was only them.

The evening air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine as Lieutenant Colonel Oscar Leon navigated the narrow, winding streets of a quaint French town. Here, the chaos of World War II felt distant, with cobblestones glistening under the soft glow of streetlamps. Yet the weight of the war lingered like a specter, reminding him of the dangers that lay just beyond the village's borders. Tonight, he would meet Viviana at her apartment. Their meetings, originally intended for gathering intelligence, had evolved into sanctuaries from the harsh realities of their lives. It had been three long weeks since he last saw her, and the ache of her absence gnawed at him with every step.

As he approached her building—a modest structure draped in ivy—he paused to steady his breath. The evening sky turned shades of indigo, and a thrill coursed through him at the prospect of seeing her again. He knocked softly on the door, which swung open to reveal Viviana, framed by the warm light of her apartment. He smiled as her eyes brightened, and she stepped forward to embrace him. The scent of lemons and a hint of lavender enveloped him, momentarily distracting him from the smell of war, mud, and dirt that clung to him. He had managed to avoid traveling to the front lines for now; his duties kept him in London and Paris, and for that, he was grateful—grateful just to be with her again.

“Darling,” he said, stepping toward her slowly as he gently took the cigarette from her fingers and brought it to his lips, inhaling deeply before blowing out a stream of smoke. He held her close, and time seemed to slow as he inhaled her familiar fragrance. “I missed you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion as he cleared his throat and locked his gaze on hers.

“Straight to work then,” he teased, humouring her for the moment. He knew the critical details she provided, and the danger of extracting them worried him, but he had learned to trust that she could take care of herself. They had promised to always do their best to return to each other. Oscar unfolded the paper, studying the meticulous notes she had gathered. “You’ve done incredible work, Viviana,” he said, letting the cigarette dangle from his lips as he took a few more puffs before returning it to her. “I still prefer the English variety, but I’ve run out. I don’t suppose I left a pack the last time I was here?” A glint appeared in his eyes at the mention of those few nights they had spent tangled in sheets, simply being together amidst the chaos of the world outside. Here, with her, he felt a profound peace.

Oscar found himself leaning closer, drawn by an irresistible force. He noticed the tension in her shoulders ease as they spoke, and he longed to bridge the gap between them. Without thinking, he closed the distance, brushing his lips against hers. The kiss was tentative at first, a question, but it quickly deepened, fueled by the longing that had built over weeks of separation. Oscar sighed softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You haven’t greeted me properly,” he said playfully. “I thought you lived from a place of romance. Should I remind you, Viviana?” He was confident in opening his heart to her, eager to show his love. “You still smolder for me,” he observed, cupping her cheek in his hand and brushing his thumb along her cheekbone before grazing her lower lip.

“And still as beautiful as the last time I saw you.” He took off his cap and set it on her wooden table before kissing her again. “I don’t want to demand anything of you, but may I stay here tonight? I have a few days before I must return to London—two days at most is all I can afford to be away.”

[abysskeeper]

Found this while searching for other things. I’ll develop it eventually, in the meanwhile...have it.

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“Oscar, are you alright?”

Here was where he lied. Here was where he denied the tears welling in the corner of his eyes. Here was where he didn’t recognize the tremble in his hands, where he swallowed back the lump in his throat making it hard to talk. Hard to breathe. Where he pretended he didn’t hear the cries from everyone around him, where he didn’t hear the screeching of the Grimm or the wails of a Winter Maiden in agony. Here was where he refused to acknowledge the thoughts circling in his own mind and the feelings rolling in his gut.

“I don’t know.”

He couldn’t lie.

With trembling hands, he clicked the lever of the cane and held onto it in a white-knuckled grip as it unfurled. He stared at it for a moment, forcing the hitches in his breath to cease before he turned on his heel and launched himself at the nearest Grimm to him. He unleashed all that he had in himself, jabbing his cane into the beast again and again until it fell to the ground and stopped moving. Only then did he back away and release the breath that he was holding in.

“Oscar!”

His eyes slipped closed for a few moments as he forced out another couple of breaths, in and out and in and out, just enough to regulate his breathing back into a normal rhythm. Just enough to calm the rampaging beat of his heart. Just enough to quell the storm of emotions he knew would only attract more trouble than they could handle. His eyes opened again when he felt the familiar sensation of someone else beside him, of a guiding hand and magic slipping over his skin like water, and he shook his head violently.

“Oz, please,” he begged.

He felt the feeling tentatively back off and his attention returned to the crowd around him, the terrified faces of countless civilians they saved from Atlas’s fall, only to herd them into even more danger in Vacuo. He saw Ren hunched over next to Nora, still on her knees in front of the spot the portal once was, and his heart clenched. He understood the pain she was in, the desperation she felt at having left them behind with no way to go back. What the portal disappearing before their eyes had to mean.

As if feeling eyes on him, Ren turned back and caught his gaze. He stared at Oscar before nodding once and getting up, returning to Nora and trying to coax her as well. Oscar may have understood her pain, but he also understood what needed to be done right now.

He wasn’t alright, no one was alright. Every muscle in his body was screaming out in exhaustion and pain, his Aura was dangerously low and not recovering at the rate it should’ve been. Every movement he made felt weighed down by the stones that sat in his chest, the thoughts that pressed into his mind with the force of a hurricane. The knowledge that they needed to do something, that they had done so much and still failed and still needed to do more.

They still needed to press onward.

His attention turned to the Happy Huntresses and he locked eyes with Joanna. “The sooner we clear out these Grimm, the sooner Winter can stop this storm!” he shouted, hoping to be heard over the howling winds and countless cries of the terrified civilians around him.

Civilians. Oscar would’ve considered himself one of those not a month ago.

Joanna seemed to hear him though, as she nodded and took up her weapon, pushing the other Huntresses to do the same and keep fighting. Oscar sighed, something that would’ve felt like relief if they weren’t in the situation they currently were in, and turned back to the oncoming horde, cane twisting in his hand. He still felt the presence next to him, hesitant and concerned, waiting for the sign he was allowed to take over, to alleviate the burden Oscar felt crushing him.

He was exhausted, but he wouldn’t give in. They had to do something. He had to do something.

”Please, Oz,” he whispered, as much to Ozpin as it was to himself. As much as it was to any God he knew wasn’t listening. “Let me do this.”

[duskoon]

“Weakness”:

Tw: Fem!Earthing!reader, Yandere themes, Stalking, Attempted murder (against the reader), Manipulation, Established relationship with the heroes (Who are my OC’s, btw.), Kidnapping, Violence, Cussing, Non-consensual touching, Non-consensual kissing, Implied hypnosis.

+ Yandere type: Possessive, Manipulative, Delusional.

+ Intensity: Medium-to-High. (A+)

+ Manipulative: High. (S)

+ Danger: Medium. (A)

QotC: “No good deed goes unpunished.” -Oscar Wilde.

Weakness. Such word only roused revulsion and dismay within himself. Yet, here he is. Soaked entirely in it, as his crimson irises trailed on the delicate frame of his recent addiction from afar. His presence is concealed, lest they -bothersome pests-interfere with his doing.

She was the quintessential of frailty; A body that can give up easily, crushed and obliterated into a bloody plump by the mere sight of a Ki-blast. His mind could not divulge him a proper reason for such obsession. Conceivably the fact, she had saved his life- ignorant of his identity- and in silent appreciation this unwanted illness has came to be.

The albino bio-android made every effort possible, to rid himself of this sickening disease. It was a plague that breached both his heart and mind. He even attempted to kill her, whilst the time patrollers “heroines” were busy elsewhere interrupting with his creator and his plans.

Maybe the strange sensation will vanish, if she ceases to exist. Just a quick twist of her puny neck and she will be gone, thus he could finally get on with his foremost objective.

The goal that he was created for and intended to achieve, that is to become the strongest life form in the whole macrocosm. However, it was easier said than done. For when the time called, his hands betrayed him. He couldn't come to kill her for some odd reason. Was it gratitude holding him back? Or was it pity? He doubted that, as a demon like him have no need for that emotion.

~~

She could feel eyes burning into her frame wherever she went, but couldn't figure out who it was. It terrified her to her core, especially when it followed her home within Conton city. She was no one of importance, the only thing she had was her intimate connection with the heroines of Conton city and Toki Toki city. That's why she reached for her most trusted companions, to help her out with her current predicament.

“Hey Hummingbird, nice to see ya again. What did you invite us for? Is it for a feast again, you know that I love your food so much.” Anima, the female saiyan, commented cheerfully. It was so apparent, as her grey tail wagged in a way that conveyed her excitement at the thought.

“Is food all you ever think of? Did Kakarot contaminate your mind again. Plus, her name is (Y/n) not hummingbird.” Toma, the other female saiyan, stated annoyance creeping into her words.

“At least, I ain’t Vegeta lite. Also, are ya jealous of my relation with the little birdie~ ” Anima teased, painfully drawling her syllables. Her nickname made the earthling’s face flushed in embarrassment, even as years has passed by she wasn't used to her friend’s shenanigans.

“What did you say?! I ain't a rip off of anyone. Nor am I jealous, what are you on?!” The dark haired saiyan retaliated angrily -tail swishing to the sides like a pendulum-, as a dust of pink appeared on her milky cheeks.

“Sure. If that what keeps your mind at rest.”

“Why you..”

On daily basis, she finds their disputes to be amusing. Yet, today’s subject was of significance.

“Unfortunately, no. It is something unnerving and has been on my mind recently.” The (h/c) woman expressed, her tone is uncharacteristically sombre and tense. Distinguishable from her usual carefree and easygoing nature, that adorned her visage. Both heroines took notice and their expression shifted into seriousness.

“Is there someone that I need to kill? Because if that is the case, then hell ya you're speaking my lingo.” Toma remarked with a wicked grin gracing her scarred face.

“No. Lately, someone has been stalking me.” With that said, (Y/n) felt a sudden change in the air. Looking around, only to discover that Toma has subconsciously transformed into her SSJ3 form. The ground of her home is shaking with the blonde’s wrath, as the (h/c) could clearly discern the signs of bloodlust in the former raven haired warrior’s expression.

“TOMA. Calm down. Can't you see you're scaring her more than she already is, plus no super saiyan within the city parameters. Remember?” The elder saiyan reprimanded her partner. As she pointed to the earthling’s frightened countenance to verify her point.

“Fine, mother.” The latter grumbled sarcastically, hair turning jet black like it used to be prior to the transformation.

“Now, Hummingbird. Can you tell us exactly what happened and how did you come to the conclusion that you are being stalked. After all, this is the first case of someone getting stalked within a city as tightly secured as Conton city.” Anima uttered softly, confusion hazing her mind as she tried to come up with an explanation for the current situation.

“At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks or I was paranoid seeing that this city is armed to the teeth. I know this may sound ridiculous, considering I can not sense energy like you two. As weeks went by, their presence kept on growing. Until one day...” She started, as her hands began peeling off her baggy scarf.

“This mark appeared out of nowhere on my neck. I assumed that somebody tried to kill me, while I was asleep.” She continued trying to hold back the urge of breaking down in tears, as she pointed toward the imprint of a large hand on her throat. It faded into pink, owing to the passing of days. Otherwise, it would've been glaring red.

Anima’s silver eyes darkened, as she gently traced her slender fingers on the earthling’s wounded area. Who would dare harm her friend, let alone stalk her and in her sleep too? And for what gain? The (h/c) didn't have anything of value, other than the fact she was kind and respectful. She was a human, after all. Not a saiyan that was blessed with peak physical strength, nor a namekian with regenerative properties.

Suddenly, a dark possibility washed her mind as Anima locked her silvery irises with Toma’s amber ones in a knowing stare.

“(Y/n), do not panic.. I know it is a lot to take in mind, but the only ones who I and Toma believe can bypass the barrier of the city are the time breakers.” The grey-head worded her statement, mindful enough not to plunge the human further into bouts of anxiety. The fact her playful saiyan friend dropped the nickname, meant she was earnest in her saying.

“No.. No.. It must be something else. Maybe someone else is stalking me. Maybe, the city’s laws are not enforced as it is believed to be. For whatever reason do a demon want with a mere human like me?” The panicked woman endeavored an explanation, lest her mind falls into the clutches of madness and trepidation. Trying to convince herself, more so than the two saiyans.

As much as the sight of the young woman crying, tugged at her steeled heart. Toma would have her know the truth, rather than let her drown in a false sense of hope.

“I am afraid, that is the case. It is unlikely someone would break a law here and escape without a patroller being notified. Unless said criminal hid their ki skillfully, or lack it completely. At least we know the perpetrators, so now we could do something about this problem.” The silent saiyan finally spoke, wrecking the earthling’s false sense of safety.

“C’mon Toma, Could you not be insensitive for one moment in your life and be mindful of your words? The poor girl is breaking down and you are not helping the situation.” Anima responded infuriated at the younger’s harsh nature, as she took in the earthling into her strong arms.

“You might be older and stronger then me, but Kami... You're an absolute buffon, if you believe sugar coating the problem would do any good. If anything, it will make it far worse than it already is. I am doing her a favour and protecting her, instead of letting her rot in ignorance like you.” Toma spat, glaring into her argent eyes in a challenging manner. Goading the elder saiyan to refute her statement.

Anima did not say anything, why does she when her body language speaks it all? Her silvery-white pupils darkened to almost ashy grey, grim expression drawn into her porcelain visage, and her hold onto the crying female tightening. Grey tail protectively wrapping around the earthling’s waist.

“You stay with her, while I see it through with Chronoa regarding this issue. If I see one hair on her head unaligned, you will be held accountable. And you won't like me, when I am really mad.” Anima voiced calmly, with a threatening tenor in tow.

“That, you should not be afraid of. Finally, you suggested something of reason.” The taller of the two assured.

Before letting the (h/c) go from her tight grasp, Anima previous tense expression has softened up as she addressed the following words with honeyed timbre.

“Don't worry, Hummingbird. So long you're with us, no harm will be dealt against you. That I promise you.” With that, Anima flew away from the house to contact the supreme kai of time. Leaving the other two females behind.

“Good grief. Fine, I won't kill them. Even though, they obviously deserved it. Just, please, stop crying. It's irritating.” Toma groaned, seemingly vexed. However, it was far from the truth. As deep down in her shriveled heart, she truly cared about her friend. After all, the human was the first to accept the unruly saiyan unconditionally. Hell be damned, if she'd let anyone take the light and joy from her friend’s (e/c) eyes.

~~

Hatred- no, emotions has always been an enigma that he could not personally understand nor feel. As it was unnecessary for him to have one. His body, soul, and heart-assuming, he had one.- were churning with a bizarre distasteful sensation. It was those execrate saiyans again. Not only do they persist to hinder his plans, but also steer away his obsession from him.

He wanted nothing more than to rip the sliver-head to shreds, as he watched the interaction from a device that Towa has created. At this point, his desire for a battle with the two waned into a lust for their blood.

“My, Mira. Something on your mind? It is very unlike you to be this unfocused, especially when the plan goes our way. Is it perhaps the human, again?” Towa inquired teasingly, her bloody hued pupils dissecting the brooding android.

“Not at all.” Mira replied almost instantaneously, holding back the claws of envy from overwhelming his senses.

“You can lie to Dabura all you want, but not to me. After all, I am your creator. I know all about your inner machinations, so tell me. Perhaps, I can even lend a hand. Do you wish for the human to be utterly yours and yours alone?” She suggested, whilst mischievously twirling her staff. A cruel smirk tugging at her plump lips, awaiting patiently for the demon’s response.

He felt it once again, but this time it was much more pleasant. The notion of having her close to him made his engines- heart whirl with excitement and elation. To deem her as his and his alone. What a paradise it will be, as much as raising the demon realm from it's rubbles.

“Yes, I do...” Mira answered.

“Are you sure? You seem hesitant. Do not worry about my brother, if that what concerns you. I am sure he would understand, as you are loyal and such fealty must be rewarded. No?” Towa reassured, tapping her staff on the grounds of the demon realm. By doing so, she opened a rift into Conton city.

Her words enabled his fixation more, as he gave his final verdict.

“Yes, I do.” This time, more assured then before.

“Excellent. A loyal solider, deserves nothing less. In addition to that, I can’t wait for those saiyans to crumble to the hands of despair. Watching their dearest friend, disappear not to be seen again. Especially, after being such nuisances.” The demoness uttered, face twisting into a fiendish grin.

~~

She was walking through the recreational plaza to gather some ingredients to cook, with Toma trailing close behind her. It was her way to show her gratitude towards the saiyans, who are currently overwatching her.

“What are you planning to cook? Y’know you don't have to do this, right?” Toma stated, arms crossed at her chest.

“I know, but that the least I can do for you guys. Plus, It is a surprise you will surely like.” You replied back softly. Feeling obligated to return the favour, even if it was their duty to do so.

“Ah. You are always too good, aren't you? Just be careful, not everyone in this shitty world is well deserving of it. Do not put your life in some else hands, they're bound to steal it away.” The taller saiyan advised with a ghost of smile emerging on her blemished lips.

“Noted.” She smiled tenderly.

‘Kami, I thought at first you were weak. However, I was clearly mistaken. It was purity not weakness, and I fear for it as a demon or corrupt asshole may feed on it. Let's hope, it does end in good terms.’ Toma thought, keeping her sharp honey irises on the kind-hearted woman.

As the earthling carried on with her shopping, Toma felt four large familiar and sinister energies nearby. Her stoic visage curled into concern as her calloused hands latched on the oblivious woman, therefore startling her.

“What is it?” She asked confused and slightly worried at the drop of the buoyant mood.

“(Y/n), stay behind me and do absolutely not move.” Toma ordered, voice strained. The human nodded, as she followed the dark haired warrior words.

“Well. What do we have here? A saiyan and her earthling pet.” A feminine voice lulled from above, as a sudden pressure of evil Ki appeared with the arrival of the mysterious individuals. Two of whom are demons; With pristine white hair, azure complexion, dark crimson pupils, pointed ears, and claded in red and black outfit.

Towa and Mira, her guard dog, didn't elicit fear in her gut as much as the other two floating beside them. The fearsome pink demon with pitch black sclera, boiling red irises, mauvelous pink skin, and a menacing grin that itches to destroy anything in his path. Majin buu, more specifically Kid buu.

In a normal circumstances, Kid buu is a pain in the ass to deal with. But to add Broly in the mix, that's a recipe for a nightmare. As she remembered clear as a sunny day, how that green haired sai- no, devil stomping on her back without a single regard. Laughing with mirth at every second of her pain, as if it was the most delightful thing in the world. The only way to defeat these two combined, is via fusion with Anima.

The (h/c) might not know the gruelling details of her friends’ work, but she knew those four are to be reckoned with. She does not need the ability to detect energy, when their imposing image is enough as it is. Especially the towering and pupil-less male, that could easily snap her into two like a twig if he wished to.

“I am afraid your command is unnecessary. The human will come with us.” Towa stated, watching the power level of the dark haired saiyan rise exponentially, as her short raven hair shifted upwards and into blue hair.

“The hell she will.” Toma roared. Anger flowing her veins, like rivulet of water within the trims of a leaf at the dawn of day. She formed a ki-blade in her hand, then sped through the menaces to get a chance at slicing the female demon. However, her endeavour at harming Towa was blocked with Mira’s hands. With a flick of a his finger, the demonic android sent the heroine flying through multiple buildings.

“I simply can not let you do that. You have crossed our my way for the last time.” The silent demon finally spoke with semblance of irritation seeping onto his proclamation. As he and the pink terror chased the super sayian around the city.

“You saiyans are quite tenacious folk, despite the fact that you are clearly outnumbered you still fight. It is point-” Before she could keep going, a fierce fist hooked with Towa’s surprised face. Which sent the albino demoness soaring uphill into the sky.

“No. It isn't, you putrid bitch. Unlike you, we saiyans are prideful of our convictions. If, by Kami’s name, anyone dared to cross it.. I will eviscerate them. Starting with you, then your lap dog.” Anima, in her SSJBE form, remarked coldly as she wiped the filth’s blood from her fist.

~~

Whilst her friends and the other patrollers were fighting, (Y/n) decided to take a refuge in the most secured place her mind could conjure. The time nest.

Which was surprising, considering the area wasn't heavily guarded as she thought it would be. Something was wrong, yet she couldn't put her finger on it.

This was her first time in here, as it usually is restricted to time patrollers, GoDs, and other Kais. Other citizens were not authorized to enter, to prevent probable alteration towards history from happening.

However, something felt off inside the time vault. Her mind told her no, yet her body moved on it's own. Curiosity already sparked, she pushed forward.

Hesistantly and carefully, She moved into the chamber. A dark voice ricocheted through the hardened walls, as they tampered with the time scrolls.

“Ah, Hummingbird. Was it? No need to be shy, show yourself or I'll make you.” The unidentified individual spoke sensing her unadulterated energy, their voice oddly familiar and jovial. Heeding their orders, she revealed herself from behind the lofty pillars.

Only to be shocked, that it was the supreme kai of time who was behind this. No, there was something uncanny about her like the two terrifying beings she saw with Toma. The Kai’s forehead was plastered with the time breaker’s insignia, as her usual deep chocolate irises alongside her sclera is as crimson as blood.

“Y-y-you’re not Chronoa, who are you?” She stuttered fearfully, perceiving the wickedness from the kai’s imposter.

“You are not as brainless as your kin, it seems.” She taunted, voice shifting from feminine into a gruff masculine one. His guise falling apart, exposing the demon king himself. Dabura.

With each step the demon took toward her, she trekked back twice frightened of his powers and what he is going to do to her.

“What do you want for me? I-I am worthless as a source of an energy, if that what you intend with me.” You voiced. Feeling the coolness of the pillars crashing with your rear, as you kept your distance from the sneering devil.

“Why such a dreadful expression? I won't hurt you.” He said, relishing on her terrified bearing. It was akin to eating from the tree of might. His poor sister’s creation mistook her purity for weakness, though Dabura could not blame him for that. She is weak, but pure.

No wonder his sister’s quiet partner was attracted to her ki, for a demon’s-even as artificial as Mira- favored craving is that of innocence and the woman in front of him reeked of it.

‘As if, with the previous threat.’ Her mother used to tell her tales, regarding demons. How they are the manifestation of undiluted evil, that tainted every creature with their heinous actions and tempting lies. Bringing out the worse of the worst within each soul, a catalyst for calamities and utter destruction.

To see one- let alone their king- shook her to her core and she felt bile rising from her stomach, as the realization suddenly strikes her. She was alone, with possibly one of the strongest and most vile beings on the cosmos in front of her, without any protection or combat experience whatsoever.

“As for your previous question, how would you like to hold the position of a princess?” The red skinned demon suggested, his cruel signature smirk remained on his visage.

“Why should I believe a foul demon like you?” You expressed skeptically, eyes scanning for any outlet to escape from. Once you do, you will run off as quick as your legs can afford to.

“Your fear is very much founded, but you earthlings and your silly superstitions are laughable. Let's not digress, this is not the point. Whether you come willingly or not, it will end up the same. Don't you think it is rather strange, that you’re alone? So do yourself a favour and do not be a stubborn brat.” Dabura chuckled at her false bravado, that masked her true feelings of paralyzing terror.

“So you're telling me those people who were sent against my companions were nothing, but distractions to drag me out here on my own?” You said, slowly working out the implication of his assertions. So, it was premeditated all along. It was them, after all. Toma nor Anima were lying, yet it was dread that clouded your judgment back then to take notice.

“Heh. You are not as dumb as you are naïve, aren't you?” The hellspawn responded jeeringly, playing with her anxiety like a predator would do to it's prey before devouring it whole.

The female bolted without hesitation from whence she first came from, once she saw the gate was no longer blocked with an imperceptible force. Her heart thumping hard against her torso, that it might as well rive through her body from the sheer terror she is currently experiencing.

Sweat rolling down her neck, blood turning cold, and her body in a seemingly permanent flight or fight mode. Desperately trying to outrun the laughing beast behind her. His steps were slow, in comparison to her speedy one. He was either taunting her or he was dragging this chase long enough to satiate his wanton sadism, for she knew that he could've caught her without breaking a sweat.

“This is completely your fault. If you weren't so kind you wouldn’t be in this quagmire, in the first place. Your tender-heart was and still is your downfall.” His hurtful words stung her deeply and confused her at the same time, yet she didn't have the stint to lament or reflect on it. Her life was on the line, yet she was unaware of the deep-rooted obsession that a certain demonic-android had for her.

She was so close to the gleaming portal, that separated the time nest from the city. Yet, she felt a pressure from behind pushing her down to the grassy ground. Her hands were tied behind her back with an insurmountable strong chains, or seems like it as she can not move them freely.

“Now, think... (Y/n) think. Whom did you help last month? A poor lady in need of assistance or an injured traveller, perhaps?” Dabura remarked hoping his statement would rejuvenate her memories, as his sharp talons grazed the earthling’s shoulder gently. As much as he wants to continue playing with her, he won't injure her. After all, he has a promise to keep with his sister.

Her (e/c) eyes dilated for a moment, as she processed his words.

‘No... No... It can not possibly be the stranger that I took a month ago and nursed back to full health.’ She refused to accept it. If it was true, then the demon king was not fibbing at all. When he stated, it was her empathy for others that screwed her over. She unwittingly helped a demon, even when they behaved in a dubious and vague manners.

~~ (Flashback, a month prior.)

It was at the dead of the night, when she had first heard it. The sounds of something hefty crashed on top of her roof, startling up the lady from her sleep. Rousing up from her slumber groggy, she decided to investigate the source of the noise.

What she has discovered made her sleepy eyes open wide at the sight of the unconscious individual. They were gravely injured, based on the electrical sparks and strange dark blue liquid seeping from their wounds.

Were they an android? She was no stranger to one, seeing that she lives in a city where she is exposed to unique races on daily basis.

Usually, she would inform the patrollers about this strange occurrence. But, it was far too late for that. Her conscious would not let her live with the guilt of not helping them either, when she clearly has the ability to do something about it.

Taking matters into her hands, the female decided to carry the person inside. Or more precisely, drag considering how heavy they weight owing to the fact they're an android she assumed. Once she managed to bring them onto her couch, her smooth hand slid over their tattered cloak. The earthling tried to remove the garment. Alas, her appendage was unexpectedly clasped in the the stranger’s powerful grip.

The alien’s lustrous red LED was glowing underneath his hood, eyeing her movements cautiously. It was quite a shock to her that they were awake based on the damage they had sustained, but she doesn't blame them for their sudden wariness.

“Don’t worry, I am here to help. If it will make you comfortable, then I won't remove your cloak. I will just patch you up.” Her statement managed to put the stranger’s mind into rest, as his robust azure hands laxed its grip on her own. However, he understandably did not let go.

“Who...are...you? Why...are you helping...me.” The stranger asked. His masculine voice was raspy and static-like, presumably due to the incision that ripped through the stiff fabric of his voicebox.

“My name is (Y/n) (L/n), and I do not need a reason to help anyone in need. What truly matters, is that you're okay. I hate seeing people hurt, including androids. Plus you needn't worry. I am an engineer myself, so you're in good hands. That I assure you.” She introduced, whilst her rough hands were carefully tending the obtrusive injury on his pectoral.

“Ho...w... naï..” His voice cut off mid-sentence, as he abruptly fell into a state of comatose. It seems his lesions finally took a major toll on his energy.

‘Good grief, this will be a lot of work. At least, it will be worth it. Seeing that I will save a person.’

Hours has passed, since then. She, first, mended the vital wounds, then progressed towards the lesser ones. It was a tiring work to say the least, especially near his pectoral region. Where she had to stitch it close with different reinforced material, than the one he was created from. So that his artificial heart, as bizarre and strangely organic as it is, would not be exposed to detrimental effects.

Within her repairing session, her mind could not help but wonder about how this particular android was created. After all, she dealt with injured androids’ time patrollers before.. All of them, seem to be made by similar components. However the one she is currently dealing with, is far advanced and distinct from what she is accustomed to.

Her final strike was shrugging it off. Thinking of the matter as nothing, but a new product that Capsule corps’ are starting to manufacture. To upgrade the current androids for combat and security purposes.

Soon after, she went to sleep. Darkness took her in its cold embrace, ignorant of the gleaming bloody eyes that stalked her drowsing figure in the shadows.

‘Foolish girl, yet if it weren't for you... I would.. No, I am far stronger than that to rely on her. In addition, this aura you are drenched in... is not something to see everyday. It is addicting, but I am better than... that. Maybe, this accident is not pointless...’

(Flashback, the day after.)

Greeting, Ms. (L/n).

My sincerest apologies, if my disappearance has distressed you. I would like to thank you for your help personally, but... I had an urgent mission that I must attend to. Perhaps... Once I am finished with my tasks, we could meet face to face.

Of course, if you do not mind that is. I would never ask of you something, that you're uncomfortable with.

Regardless, your aid will never be forgotten and overlooked. One day, I hope I'll return the favour to you. As for my name, it is attached by the end of this letter.

~ Arim, an appreciative android.

. P.s. I heard you ,earthlings, find meanings in flowers. I wish the yellow lilies is to your satisfaction. I brought it in as a compensation for the trouble that I gave you.

His words were nothing short of beautiful and elegant- albeit straightforward, yet you were flattered by it. Especially the golden blossoms that lay atop the letter, it's sweet aroma has managed to relax your nerves. How did he manage to know your favorite flower is beyond you, perhaps it was by coincidence that or he was acquainted with humans.

Honestly, you were reasonably worried about him. Despite the fact he was an adept android, his injuries were quite severe and would normally require at least three weeks of recovery. Sighing, you decided to cook a feast as two of your most cherished friends will be visiting today.

A dreamy smile adorned the female’s visage, as she continued to stir the pot. Her thoughts drifted off to Arim, finally a name she can assign to the mysterious android, as she tried to envision what he would look like underneath his shroud. ‘Probably, a handsome lad.’

As much as she would want to share her story with the two rowdy saiyans, she decided it was best to keep it a secret. Namely, out of respect towards Arim’s identity and circumstances. Soon she'll come to regret her decision, but for now she drowse happily in her own world.

~~

(Current day)

“That look of yours... means only one thing, that you have began to finally acknowledge your current situation. Now... You better yield, if not.. Well, I have other means to make you come with me and you'd not like that.” Dabura demanded impatiently, his previous impish mood has completely dropped.

His words -however- fell deaf to her ears, as she starts hyperventilating at her own stupidity. This fucking situation would have been avoided, if she just minded her own business. But, her heart decided to intervene and play the role of a hero. Now, she pays the price for it.

Tears began cascading endlessly from her burnt visage, her breath shortened; feeling her chest getting tauter as minutes pass, and her harrowing cries echoed across the vastness of the time vault.

“My... friends will come f-for me, just you wait.” The earthling hiccuped feigning courage, barely hanging on a flimsy rope of hope.

For if that did not occur, then her mind would lose it all. If only she was a saiyan, or had the ability to utilize her own ki to its fullest potential... Then she would not be so pathetically weak and certainly not be a burden to her companions. Her sight bit by bit becoming bleary, whilst her body started tiring out due to her breakdown.

“That is... If they managed to survive.” The red devil spoke coldly, watching the female faint owing to exhaustion. Her unconscious condition is pitiful and would've garnered his sympathy, if it weren't for the fact that he could not spare any for her hypocritical kind. He is doing it out of respect for his sister’s wish, otherwise he would've killed her earlier.

~~

It... hurts. Her head was throbbing painfully, as if she had been whacked with a strong blow on her cranium. Opening her eyes, she finds herself in an unfamiliar territory. The area she was imprisoned in was rather nice for a supposed penitentiary.

The human was kept in a fancy alabaster room, with checkered black and white marble floor. She laid on a pastel blue queen bed fit for a noble standing, which she was far from it. Apart from that, the room was surrounded with plethora of aristocratic portraits and botanical engravings that were affixed on the walls.

Alongside that, was the presence of her most beloved flowers. It decorated the room with its alluring fragrance and provided refreshment for the chamber. The individual behind this must've tailored it, specifically on her preferences.

Her fingers brushed the soft satiny cover, enjoying the texture of it. That is until a particular movement, has snapped her from her mindless stupor. She made an effort to stand up, yet her hands were pulled back into the bed. Which propelled her, much to her dismay, onto the smooth cushion. It seem like she was restrained by a hidden force, which bred a dark thought into her cerebrum.

“Calm down, do not panic.” She kept on muttered those words like a mantra. Hoping it would extinguish her rising anxiety. Looking down below the bed covers, she noticed that her clothes were left unchanged. Which somewhat quieted the worst of her fears.

“Hush, hummingbird. You have no reason to be afraid of me.” A familiar baritone voice echoed from the shadowy corner of the room. It was Arim. As much as this room was what she envision to be her ideal residence, she did neither want to abandon her friends and the place she came to call home for it.

To see help finally arrive, has sparked anticipation in her spirit to escape from this dreary area. She did not know why, but it stinks with evil and wretchedness. Regardless, that wasn't important as much...

Like a sheep waiting to be slaughtered, she waved her hands in hopes of her saviour to witness.

“Arim, is that you?” Questioned she, her eyes burning with hope and tears of happiness. Kami knows, how much time has passed since she was knocked out.

“Indeed, It is I. You needn't worry, for I have saved you. You are home, where you belong rightfully.” The android statement confounded the earthling, as her brain tried to figure out his perplexing saying.

“H..ha..ha this is no time to joke, Arim. This is not my home, never is and never will be.” (Y/n) gulped nervously, feeling his intense stare on her shivering figure.

“Is it not to your satisfaction? Perhaps a change is in need, then.” Ignoring her comment, he continued.

“W..why are you so insistent about me staying here?” Inquired she fearfully. The (h/c) decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, maybe he had hit his head or something. Because there is possibly no way, Arim would do this of his own accord.

Stepping forward, Arim, revealed himself. She was both in shock and despair once she saw who it truly was. Incredibly tall build, short snowy white hair, bright cerulean complexion, pointed ears, accursed carmine irises, red and black outfit, and that harsh stoic expression. Her saviour was all along her captor, Mira.

At this instance, she understood why fate is considered a cruel lady. For she feeds on her subjects’ anguish.

“Simply, I am protecting you from those who wish to mislead you. Look where your naïvety has lead you, that would be avoided if you left me to die. Yet, if weren't for you... Then I would not be able to accomplish my goals and for that I am completely grateful.” Mira spoke bluntly. Despite his stolid disposition, his crimson eyes creeped with an obsessive need to hoard her.

Akin to a dragon selfishly hoarding it's most valuable treasures, far away from the leering sight of the unworthy. Soon his large hands began brushing her arms gently, lest she falls asunder at the mere spike of his own power.

His hands were utterly cold, so chilly it may as well be colder than the vacuum of space. She should have noticed the signs before. If she did, she wouldn't suffer like this. The earthling tried to retract her hands from his grasp, but to no avail it only grew tighter.

“Grateful, how?! By letting your cohorts kidnap me, possibly hurting my friends in the process, and daresay lay destruction upon my home. The only precaution I need is against you not from you. Let me go, you bastard.” She screamed, shaking her invisible shackles in a fit of boiling rage. Angered at her stupidity, outraged at the injury of her friends, and especially wrathful - or is it sadness under the guise of fury?- at the man, no- demon who took advantage of her kindness.

Mira’s impassive expression shifted into a seemingly saddened smile, as his cool magnetic eyes melted into softness. Which only managed to invoke bitterness within the captive.

“Those weak saiyans appears to have poisoned your mind with their barbaric ways. It is my duty, as the future king of the demon realm, to ensure the safety and comfort of my queen. That, and I've come to see you in another light.” Mira started, whilst his rugged appendage has moved from her polished hands to where her heart was located. The action caused the earthling to suddenly panic, perhaps he had decided to end her for her insolence.

However, she was far from the truth. If anything, he had finally accept it. That she may be weak, but if it weren't for her purity... then he would be gone forever. After all, androids do not have souls and thus can only be permitted to live once with no afterlife awaiting them.

“Wh-what light?”

“You saved me, in turn I must save you. And that I love you.” The bio-android’s statement has shook the already terrified woman. The softness in his eyes remains, lips upturned into genuine smile across his azure visage.

The chamber was drowned in uncomfortable silence, while the (h/c) tried to comprehend his deluded sayings.

‘What?! All this time, a demonic-android have been pining after me?! Shit, if only I had... reported the incident back then. But, it's far too late for that.’ Her brain was swirling full with regrets. Despite that... She won't give up on her friends, home, and all that she knows easily for a demon’s whims.

“An android cannot love, let alone a demon like you. You fucking tried to kill me.” Spiteful she was, making an effort to harm him with her words instead of force. Her words stroke a nerve in the albino, as his smile shifted into a demented grin. Fit for a demon like him. Showing his true colors, that what the earthling thought.

“If that what you personally believe, then let me change your mind. After all, you once loved me. Surely, you can do that again.” Before she could rebuke his argument, a pair of cold hungry lips has abruptly locked with her own in a heated session.

Groaning, she attempted to push the hulking male away from her. Yet, his hold on her arms stilled. It was not harsh to the point of leaving a bruise, yet it was firm to keep her in place. Looking in his usual red eye, she noticed that his pupils began to glow white.

After a while, Mira removed his lips from hers. With that being said, her energy began falling. Thd last thing she saw before her eyes fluttered close, was Mira’s vile grin. She doesn't know why, but that damn kiss had drained her vitality completely.

“Hush now, my Queen. Once you are awake, by then the universe will be at the tip of your fingers. Now rest your mind, and succumb to me and me alone.”

An:

I decided to add a new ranking system, regarding yandere’s attributes. (Z being the highest D- being the lowest.)

QotC = Quote of the chapter. It gives the one shot it's general theme. Based on the quote, you can guess the reader shot herself in the leg by saving Mira.

The quote is often associated with Oscar Wilde, yet there has some speculation that someone else (Anonymous) had said it before him. If I figured out who, then I will edit it.

Also, I must apologize for my inactivity lately. I had mid-exams concerning calculus 2 and data structure, for those who are curious.

On another note, dragon balls has a huge following. Yet, barely any yandere writing I wonder why. 🤔

General question, which db/dbz/dbgt villains is your favorite or/and scared you the most when you were younger?

Reblogs are much appreciated.

Lastly, I hope you enjoyed this one shot. I also hope that I didn't butcher the character’s personalities (especially Mira). Personally, this is not my best but I needed to get it done and post it. Mainly, because I've not been posting anything for a while. 🥲

[ddarker-dreams]

Misc Info. (God Darling/HWR Reader/SR Reader)

God Darling

Age: 4,500  Nickname(s)/Title(s): Vephar, The God of Sand, The God of Love, The Starry-Eyed [Maiden/Bachelor/Lover], That Spiteful Spouse (via Venti)

Favorites

Season: Summer “It warms my heart to see families and couples of all ages walking the shoreline. Ah, what sweet memories it stirs in my heart.”  Food: Seafood  Musician: Xinyan “This generation’s penchant for innovation is astounding. I simply adore that... what’s it called again... rolling rock? Rock and role? Morax, cease your snickering, you senile bag of bones...!”  Song: Hazy Light Book: String of Pearls  Quote: “Only broken memories and fragments of the past were turned into stories, and stories turned into legends, passed down among the people... Even deities and adepti alike would feel sentimental upon hearing such ancient memories that surpass the mortal world.” ― Moonlit Bamboo Forest

Fun Facts

God Darling used to forge divine weapons, and within the canon of The First Contract, created Rex Lapis’ Vortex Vanquisher. 

They were closet to Guizhong and informed only her about the special steps necessary to enter their realm (current day Yaoguang Shoal), to keep their people safe in the Archon War. Guizhong shared this with Rex Lapis upon his prompting.

Fishermen from Liyue pay homage to Vephar before and during their voyages. Some even keep jars of sand from the shoreline as a charm, a superstition said to be capable of earning the god’s protection. 

In their non-mortal form, God Darling bleeds sand instead of blood. 

God Darling is able to discern the descendants of their followers who survived Rex Lapis’ massacre upon laying eyes on them for the first time. They claim the initial meeting to be like “Hearing ocean waves through layers of noise”, and tend to dote upon the descendant throughout their life.  

HWR Reader

Age: 20 (During Hell Within Reach) 24 (During Hunter x Hunter)  Nickname(s): Icy Maiden, Mentally a Grandma (via Ash upon watching HWR Reader struggle to understand what LMAO means)

Favorites

Season: Winter Food(s): Chicken breast, salmon, legumes "I require high intakes of protein to maintain appropriate energy levels.” Musician: Elton John Song: Money by Pink Floyd TV Show: Game of Thrones / Twin Peaks Movie: You Were Never Really Here Book: Les Misérables Video game: Akinator “How does he always guess what it is I’m thinking?”  Quote: “Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.” ― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

Fun Facts

HWR Reader has the highest kill count out of the three main protagonists (she lost track of the number a long time ago). 

The worst cook of the three here, she’s set off the fire alarms and caused an evacuation in her building from making toast. 

HWR Reader’s received a perfect GPA during her tutoring and was considered an ideal pupil, aside for one problem. She was required to learn to play an instrument, and chose the piano, but refused to take her gloves off during practice. Her tutor wasn’t brave enough to push the issue.

HWR Reader ranked 8th in the Phantom Troupe’s arm wrestling competition.

The only member of the Phantom Troupe to ever best her at chess is Chrollo. Their current scores are 3-2, with HWR Reader winning the most by a slim margin (he’s already scheduled a rematch). The only other member who has come close to beating her is Franklin.

SR Reader

Age: 18 Nickname(s): Dumbass (via Fugo), Signorina (via Giorno), Traitor (via Narancia when she confessed to preferring Biggy over Tupac)  

Favorites

Season: Spring Food: Anything sweet Musician: Daft Punk Song: Babooshka by Kate Bush TV Show: (Says ‘The Sopranos‘ as a joke, but it’s actually Seinfeld) Movie: (Says ‘The Godfather’ as a joke, but it’s actually What About Bob or the original Suspiria)  Book: Pride and Prejudice Video game: Animal Crossing Quote: “To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.” — Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

Fun Facts

SR Reader is from Queens, New York, and often debates the others over New York pizza being better than Neapolitan margherita pizza. In truth, she likes them both and equal amount. She just likes passionately debating things since it’s fun watching others get riled up.

She pretends to be a tourist incapable of speaking Italian when people annoy her. 

Alongside her talent in ballet and dance, SR Reader is a proficient singer, falling into a mezzo soprano range. However, she’s shyer about her singing. Anyone who wants to hear it must plan an Ocean’s 11 style heist and sneak up on her.

SR Reader attended mass with Mista one year upon his prompting and got in trouble for falling asleep during the proceedings.

Her Stand, Scarlet Ribbons, has a habit of styling SR Reader’s hair without her knowledge. When caught and shooed off, her Stand skulks away to brood until consoled.

[imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs]

Rosegarden Week Nov 22🌹Day 1: School

Time has ceased to have any meaning @rosegardenweek. This is from @mcmystery‘s prompt week. It’s an AU where Oscar and Ruby go to the same school: Beacon

Ruby had really thought she’d had studying for her classes down. She usually scheduled some study time with at least one other person to keep her from getting distracted and they didn’t stop for about an hour.

But then Yang came in and started talking about this new block party that was going on in town and how there would be free food and who could turn that down? They must have stayed until two in the morning. Which meant she had no time to do anything by the time she woke up ten minutes before her first class.

And now she was in her second class of the day: Professor Peach’s.

Ruby didn’t have anything against Professor Rosalie Peach. The technology-minded professor was considered to be one of Beacon’s brightest, and spent more time in the field than any of the professors. And her weapon was so cool!

But Ruby’s least favorite thing about Professor Peach?

Her quizzes.

The woman was a test-giving maniac!

Sometimes, she’d just blitz her students with a quiz containing some crazy questions that had barely anything to do with being a huntress!

Why hadn’t she studied more!?

Ruby stared down at her test, anxiety crawling further up her back as she read the question.

You are standing by a well when a beowolf attacks a nearby town. But there’s a puppy trapped in the well. How do you proceed?

Ruby nibbled the end of her pencil.

A puppy in a well while a beowolf attacked!? How did the poor puppy get in the well? And what kind of puppy was it? And why was the beowolf attacking the town? Didn’t they usually move in packs?

And why did it have to be an essay question?! What was wrong with multiple choice?

Wait… multiple choice?

Ruby flipped back to the first page of her booklet, where she had hastily scribbled in C for every answer.

Dammit!

Everyone did that. There was no way Professor Peach would even give her a D if she did that for a test.

Taking her eraser, Ruby rubbed viciously at the paper, hoping not to smudge everything or tear the paper.

And she was trying so hard that the eraser out of her grip and shooting into the head of the person sitting in front of her.

Great, Ruby thought, like I was popular with everyone before.

The student in front of her turned around, rubbing the back of his head.

Ruby froze.

She had thought she was the youngest person at Beacon, but this boy had to be her junior by a year or two. He was tanned (though freckled liberally) with a pair of hazel eyes that flitted around the room before landing on her.

“Sorry,” Ruby said in a stage whisper, “but… um… my eraser?”

She pointed down to where it had fallen after hitting the boy.

With a small smile, the boy leaned down and picked up her eraser to hold out to her.

“Here,” he said, “just relax. You’ll do fine.”

Ruby must have been having a heart attack because she was having palpitations as the boy turned back around in his seat.

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

“And then, the entire cafeteria went ballistic! It was like a war zone in there—Ruby?”

Ruby jolted out of stirring gravy into her mashed potatoes. Three pairs of eyes gazed at her from beside the lunch table.

“What?”

“You usually take over at this part,” Yang said, “about the food fight at Signal? The one with the walnuts?”

Ruby remembered that one. But she wasn’t really in any mind to tell it. She was too busy being distracted by… whatever went on in Professor Peach’s class.”

“Did something happen today, Ruby?” Blake asked.

“No,” Ruby said, probably smiling way too big to be normal.

“You’ve been distracted since Professor Peach’s last test,” said Weiss.

“I’m fine,” Ruby said, “I just need to eat more beans.”

Yes, that would fix everything. Beans were good for your heart. If she ate enough of them, then she wouldn’t have to deal with any more heart palpitations that day.

“Boy,” Yangs said, “you’re cagey today.”

Ruby almost choked on the bite of corn she’d just spooned into her mouth.

“Boy!?” she sputtered, thumping her chest, “What boy? There’s no boy?”

To her horror, Yang’s face changed from confused to a knowing smirk and Ruby braced herself for the oncoming assault.

“Awww, my baby sister’s in love.”

“I don’t have time for love!” Ruby said, throwing up her hands, “I have classes and then when I graduate, I’m going to be a huntress, so I’ll always be on missions…”

“Those sound like the excuses of someone who’s in love,” Yang said. The grin never left her face even as she took a bite of her sandwich.

“I have to wonder what kind of boy would catch Ruby’s eye,” Weiss said, putting a finger to her chin in thought.

“No boy has caught my eye,” Ruby said, hoping that at least Weiss would see some sense.

“You should probably try to befriend him first,” Blake said.

“Befriend who first?” Jaune asked, as he and the rest of his team sat down at their table.

“The boy she likes,” Yang said.

“Ruby like a boy!?” Nora all but shouted.

“NO!” Ruby cried, hopefully making sure anyone who had overheard Nora got the message, “I don’t like any boy!”

“Then do you like a girl?”

“No!”

Ruby gave a body rattling sigh. Hopefully, when she explained everything, they would understand that she was definitely not in love with anyone.

“I accidentally hit the back of a boy’s head in class with my eraser during Professor Peach’s test, he gave it back to me and told me I was doing fine, I had a heart attack and that’s it!”

“You had… a heart attack?” Weiss asked, incredulous.

“My heart sped up!” Ruby insisted.

For about a minute, no-one at the table spoke and Ruby thought that would be the end of it. Until someone cleared their throat.

“Ruby,” Pyrrha finally broke the silence, “that’s not a heart attack. People’s hearts often speed up when they like someone.”

“I knew it!” Yang cried, leaning in close.

“Who is he?”

“I told you,” Ruby said, “I don’t kno—”

Ruby paused, her eyes going wide as she saw a familiar back-of-a-head across the room.

“Him,” she pointed. Everyone else at the table followed Ruby’s finger to where to lone figure sat, eating a bowl of something.

“Wow, you’re aiming high.” Yang said.

Ruby frowned.

“What? Who is he?”

“That’s Oscar Pine,” Ren said.

“Oscar who?”

“Oscar Pine,” said Blake, “He’s Ozpin’s new apprentice. Apparently, Ozpin wants Pine to be the next headmaster.”

Ruby looked back at the boy, who was soon joined by Professor Ozpin with his own lunch.

Oscar Pine, she thought to herself.

Her heart sped up again.

[wheezyandchesterwrite]

Daydreams and Tickles ~ Ruby Martinez

Summary: You get distracted while Ruby rambles. 

Word count: 3.3k

Pairing: Ruby Martinez x Fem!Latina!Reader

Warnings: Tickling, Kissing, Suggestive dialogue (Innuendos, dirty jokes, etc) If we missed something let us know!

A/N: Hiya, it’s been a while, we are going to try to post at least a monthly one shot, but won’t make any promises. Hope you all that read this enjoy this!

You were awoken by the sound of notifications going off loudly. You stirred around on your bed, trying to ignore the cacophony of dings your phone kept emitting. Groggily, you made a mental note to silence your phone from now on. When you could finally look at the screen without it blinding you, you scrolled through the seemingly endless string of texts Ruby had sent to the group chat, “The Gnomies”. Yes, Jamal came up with it. Yes, everyone tried to change it, but he just kept changing it back so they gave up. You groaned as you read the messages. ‘Be here at one on the dot,’ the last message read, ‘mandatory meeting’. That was less than half an hour from now. Lazily getting out of bed, you started getting ready. After brushing your teeth and making your hair look somewhat presentable, you threw together an outfit that resembled a picture you had seen on Pinterest after looking up ‘grunge aesthetic’. You liked trying out different styles constantly, feeling like every single one of them suited you, but none of them could get you to commit to them for more than a month. Satisfied with the way you looked, you left your room, grabbed your keys and skateboard, and started to skate your way to Ruby’s house. Midway, though, you decided to take a detour and get some food—junk food, to be precise—knowing that you would not be able to handle a hyperactive Ruben on an empty stomach.

You left the joint with two bags full of food, hoping bribery would get you out of being lectured by Ruby about punctuality. You balanced the bags on both hands like a scale as you focused on not falling from your board on the way there. Making the last turn to Ruby’s house, you miscalculated the speed you were going at and had to hop off the board, letting it crash against the curb. Though you fell on your ass, you made sure to hold the food up keeping it safe and sound. Holding both bags in one hand, you retrieved your skateboard and walked up to the door, but it flung open before you could even think about knocking. Ruby stood on the other side with a scowl. You smiled sheepishly, extending one of the bags to him. 

“You’re very late! Did you get me fries with that? Also where are the others?!" Ruby said all in one breath.

"First of all, I know I'm late, but I'm sorry to inform you that you are not more important than food.” Ruby scowled and was about to protest, but you kept speaking before he could utter a word. “Secondly, yes, I did get you fries, you impatient goblin. I mean, what do you take me for? A monster?” You pretended to be offended, but Ruby simply looked annoyed by the dramatic display. “Just know that when I win my first Oscar I will not be thanking you, Ruben.”

“Yeah, yeah if you say so—also don’t call me that. Can you get to the most important question now?”

“Damn, someone hasn’t had their daily handy.” You laughed in astonishment, amused by how much irritation Ruby had in him.

“Seriously, Y/N, this is serious!” His voice raised an octave, causing it to crack, and you had to bite back a laugh.

“A la jaula, bestia, a la jaula,” you began, laughter causing your words to come out like wheezes. Ruby spared you one death stare, and you somehow found your composure. “Look, I have no idea where everyone else is. I, honestly, thought everyone was already here and that you were waiting on me.”

“So, you thought they were here and didn’t think to bring them food?” Ruby questioned.

“Do I look like I have enough money to feed todos esos trogloditas? I brought you food with hopes of getting out of the ‘Punctuality Lecture’, but seeing as they aren’t here, guess that spares me.” You dropped the skate on the entryway, pushing past Ruby to sit on the couch.

“And here I was beginning to think you favored me from the rest.” Ruby sighed with disappointment before raising his voice dramatically. “When in reality, it was just BRIBERY!” he exclaimed, his voice cracking once more as he fake sobbed while clutching the food. You clapped as you opened your food, ready to dig in.

“Damn, man, I better watch out, otherwise you’re probably going to win that Oscar before me,” you said as you began stuffing your face.

“Are you calling me dramatic?” He placed his free hand over his heart.

“Oh, without a shadow of a doubt, now sit down and eat.” With your fork, you pointed at him then towards the couch. Instead of sitting, he started pacing around the coffee table, and you watched him as you munched on your sandwich and fries. He stopped for a second to place his bag of food down, yet he didn’t sit down to eat it. He kept going around the small table at a pace too quick for your eyes to keep up without feeling dizzy. “Wow, man, slow down. Me mareas con tus vueltitas.” He only huffed. “Ruben, seriously, I did not buy that for you to let it go to waste. At least breathe and stress eat.” He whipped around at the mention of his full name.

“I thought I told you not to call me that,” he reminded you exasperatedly. “Anyway, I can’t eat right now. I have many thoughts whirring in my brain, and it’s making me sick. Do you know why I called you guys here? Well, if you’re here, you must have read the messages—” Ruby was rambling on and didn’t even stop in between sentences to take a breath so you cut him off. 

“RUBEN!” He ceased all movement so abruptly that a skid mark could’ve possibly been seen in the spot where he stopped. “Could you get to the point,, please? You’re making my head hurt.” You completely ignored his previous statement and pressed the tips of your fingers to your temples. Rolling his eyes at you he sat on the other end of the couch and took his food out. After a few angry munches, he turned to face you, the grease of the food that was plastered on his mouth drawing your attention to his lips. 

“Alright, since the others aren’t here yet, I’ll just start telling you my new ideas for income.” He stopped eating and started chattering and chattering and chattering… 

You don’t know when it happened, but at some point, he stood up and began pacing around the living room again. You stopped listening about half an hour into his ramble, zoning out and staring blankly at him. Your mind got the best of you, and you started to remember why you liked Ruby. What brought this on? You didn’t know. Maybe it was how much passion he put into his pointless arguments, or maybe even that you found it totally adorable that he was practically unable to lie because he would start sweating like a pig on a stick. Maybe it was the way he smiled at you, the tendency he had to correct everything you said matter-of-factly, or maybe it was his dangerously absurd perfectionism. It could be one of his many qualities, good or bad, you didn’t care. Your eyes trailed to his lips once more. They were so full and pink it was hard not to stare—slightly chapped too, but that wasn’t a problem to you. You imagined running your thumb over them, pulling them close to yours and then just crashing them together. Your breath hitched in your throat at the thought of you and Ruby making out. It wasn’t an uncommon thought of yours, seeing as you’ve been dreaming about it happening almost every night since you discovered what hormones could do. 

There was always Cesar, you thought. He was the “face” of the group after all, but that got to his brain sometimes. Nothing more dangerous than a cholo who’s aware of his good looks. You grimaced slightly. Cesar’s ego was one of the many reasons why you never developed an emotional nor carnal liking to the boy. You’d rather leave him to Monse, plus you wouldn’t dream of getting caught in the middle of their toxic and manipulative games. But that’s beside the point. You were abruptly brought back to reality by Ruby waving his hands in front of your face, occasionally snapping his fingers. Shaking your head to shake out the thoughts, you noticed Ruby was now standing on top of the coffee table, being careful not to step on either of your foods.

“PAY ATTENTION TO ME, (Y/N)!” Ruby whined. You held back a chuckle at how funny he looked. His small body barely added to the coffee table’s weight. Deciding to play it cool, you shrugged nonchalantly.

“What’s your fuzz? I am listening to you. Have been for the past hour and a half.” 

Ruby squinted his eyes at you. “No, you weren’t. I know that face. You were very deep in your thoughts. What’s going on in that pretty, little head of yours?” You freaked internally. 

He’s onto us, you told yourself. “Yes, I am onto you, (Y/N), that’s why I asked. Keep up.” He looked at you like you were stupid. Wait how did he—Can he read my mind?  Blink twice if you can read my mind. Ruby blinked twice, and you felt like a rock dropped in your stomach.

“Oh shit,” you whispered under your breath.

“Before you throw up on my couch, I’ll have you know I can’t read your mind. You were just speaking out loud.” You threw yourself backwards unto the couch, grabbing a pillow to cover your face. After making a mental note to slam your head against the nearest wall later, you decided you were not going to make a further fool of yourself. 

“I wasn’t not paying attention; I was just—”

“I am the king of bad excuses, babe, so spare me your lies.” You blushed at the nickname and prayed he wouldn’t notice. “Now since there is obviously something more important on your mind, speak,” he demanded. 

You weighed your options. You could either try to lie and hope he’d let you off the hook, which was not likely, or you could tell him the truth and risk your friendship being awkward from now on if he didn’t feel the same way—and with your luck he most likely didn’t. A few more silent seconds passed before Ruby spoke once more, “Don’t make me take drastic measures on you, (Y/N). I will have no mercy.” He eyed you with determination. You scoffed in disbelief.

“What could you possibly do to torture me, Ruben?” You mocked him, stretching out his name. Ruby smirked.

“Oh, you’ve done it now.” He jumped from the coffee table, landing on top of you and successfully pinning you to the sofa. You giggled and tried to get away from his grip, but it was surprisingly strong. Ruby chuckled at your failed attempts to break free. “Now, you’re going to tell me what I want to know, or else,” he brought his lips close to your ears, “you’ll pay for it with your melodious laughter.” Your eyes widened in realization as his words sank in.

“No, not the tickles,” you begged him playfully. He nodded while mischievously smirking. 

“One last chance, are you gonna talk?” You shook your head.

“In your dreams,” you defied. 

“I was hoping you’d say that.” In seconds, his hands went to your sides and laughter erupted from your throat in loud cackles.

“Stop, Ruby—Stop!” you tried to articulate between laughs. He shook his head no.

“Not until I get what I want.” He said between laughs as well, since in retaliation, you had managed to start tickling him as well. The sound of his own laughter mixed with yours was like music to your ears.

“N—Never!” You still mutinied. His fingers only increased their pace and not in ways you’d like. Your stomach was starting to hurt and you were running out of breath, leaving you with just one option. Well, it was now or never. 

“I WAS THINKING ABOUT KISSING YOU,” you blurted; his movements ceased, “I have been since we were in middle school.” You closed your eyes, concentrating on catching your breath. Ruby released you and got off of you, running his hands through his hair in deep thought. You sat up and covered your face with your hands. “This is going to be so awkward now,” you muttered through your hands but it came out like an incoherent jumble of sounds. You moved your hands to sneak a peek at Ruby. Your muffled words didn’t even faze him.

“Ruby?” You looked over at him. His eyes met yours, and he struggled to bite back a laugh. Great, you thought, he thinks I’m a joke now. 

“About time.” He grumbled and sighed.

“What?” You were very confused. What could he possibly mean by that?

 “I said ‘about damn time,’ (Y/N).” His suppressed laughs turned to a shy grin. Still confused as ever, you tried your best to gather your thoughts and form a coherent sentence.

“Wait, YOU KNEW?” You felt sick to your stomach now. All this time, you thought you had been successful at keeping your feelings hidden and sealed away, but now it turns out even he knew.

“Well, yeah, I’ve known for a couple of months now.” He shrugged it off as if it were obvious. 

“Months?!” This was unbelievable. You abruptly stood up and faced him, hands on your hips. “So, you’ve known for months and you didn’t think for one second to tell me? At least, have the decency to confront me, damn it.” You found yourself feeling dumbfounded, feeling toyed with. Ruby reached out to you, holding on to your forearm and pulling you back to sit on the couch. You let him.

“Cesar and Jamal implied it once during one of our guy’s nights, and ever since then, I kind of started paying more attention. Ergo, leading me to the conclusion that you liked me,” he explained. “If it makes you feel any better, the clues to your feelings were very subtle so, I would have probably never noticed if it hadn’t been brought up.” Ruby was trying his best to cheer you up, but you still felt extremely embarrassed by the fact that your secret crush wasn’t so secret. 

“Why would they even bring that up, in the first place?” you questioned, annoyed.

“Well, I may or may not have made a comment about how I thought I was starting to develop feelings for you and the guys just jumped on that and told me that you liked me too,” Ruby admitted shyly, rubbing his neck awkwardly. 

“So, if you like me back, then why didn’t you say anything or make a move when you figured out I actually felt the same way?” You felt bad for interrogating him like that, but you were in dire need of answers.

“I just didn’t know how to bring it up, and even if I did, I wouldn’t have known how to say I liked you back without, probably, choking on my own saliva.” He chuckled lowly, afraid that if he laughed too loud, he’d set you off again. “You know I’ve never been good with the ladies, (Y/N).” You grimaced at the memory of all of Ruby’s failed love attempts. 

“Well, you already knew I liked you—it was a matter of saying three words, eight letters,, and I would’ve been yours months ago.” You pushed his shoulder playfully, the anxiety and embarrassment you had felt washing of and making room for the still-settling realization of having confessed your feelings. Ruby leaned back into you, your legs brushing, causing you to take notice of your proximity. Your hands fell upon each other’s, and you looked up to meet his eyes. You started leaning in, maintaining eye contact as you got closer.

“Ruby,” you started, but he shook his head. 

“Don’t think, act,” he said as he grabbed the back of your neck, crashing your lips together. All your late night fantasies crashed at once, the real thing surpassing each and every one of them. Kissing Ruby felt like a kaleidoscope of butterflies got loose in your stomach—it felt like your heart alone was running a marathon. Kissing Ruby was soft and messy, your lack of experience shining through-. Ruby kept pressing himself to you, making sure there was absolutely no space between you. You had to resort to lying down, pulling Ruby on top of you, not once breaking the kiss. Due to the new position, one of his hands made its way to rest on your waist and the other cupped your cheek. Your hands around his neck were pulling him impossibly closer, and in that moment, your body felt like it was exploding with fireworks, warm all over. You didn’t break away until you needed to  breathe, a goofy smile plastering itself on your face. Ruby held the same expression as you as he looked down at you. As you started leaning in for another kiss, the door burst open. You pushed Ruby off of you, causing Ruby to fall on the ground with a thud. 

“Uh, what’s going on here?” Jamal asked.

“Told you guys it would work.” Cesar had the biggest, cockiest smirk on his face. You and Ruby shared a confused look and stared back at the very late rest of the crew.

“Yep, just like you said. A couple of hours alone, and they were all over each other.” Monse said, trying her best to refrain from laughing.

“I think our little man, Ruby, just popped his cherry.” Cesar wiggled his eyebrows. Monse’s eyes widened and she broke down laughing. 

Irritated enough, you finally spoke up, “Slow your roll, Little Spooky, we’re not like you and Monse.” You shot at him defensively, and Monse choked on her laughter. “No offense,” you added, not wanting to stir up any drama.

“None taken,” Cesar assured. Ruby got off the ground and reclaimed his seat beside you.

Leaning over, he whispered, “Why can’t we be like them?”

“Keep it in your damn pants, Ruben.” You nudged his side and he raised his hands in surrender.  

In retaliation, though, Cesar sat between you and Ruby. You shared a look of annoyance before Cesar asked, “Are you going to finish that?” referring to the forgotten leftover cluttering the small table. 

“Go crazy.”

“Suit yourself,” you and Ruby at the same time.

As Cesar dug in Jamal spoke up, “Can we just skip to the part where Ruby yells at us for being late and starts talking non-stop?” 

“No, man, not today.” Everyone looked bewildered. “Cesar why don’t you take that home? Yes, okay, bye,” Ruby dismissed him.

“Wait, woah, the hell man?” Cesar questioned as Ruby used all his might to get him off the couch. 

“You can all come back tomorrow, on time, and we’ll talk about my idea.” He said shooing them all away. 

“Are you freaking serious?” Monse got angry quickly.

“Hey, not my fault you decided to play cupid and be late on purpose.” Cesar, Jamal, and Monse shared looks of pride at Ruby’s statement. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some wasted time to make up for with my new girlfriend so, bye!” 

“Whatever you say, man,” Cesar said as he opened the door with one hand, the leftovers in the other. When Jamal and Monse were outside he said, “Just remember sin gorrito no hay fiesta.” He immediately shut the door after himself, but that didn’t stop Ruby and you from yelling after him.

“Fuck off, Cesar!” You both yelled with smiles on your faces as you looked at each other. With everyone else gone, Ruby cupped your cheek once more and tenderly kissed you until you had to head back home. That night you slept peacefully, no longer having to dream and wonder about how kissing Ruby would feel like.

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