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Everything I Wanted II.

LESTAPPEN X READER (PART 2)

Summary: Your journey to become a Motorsport legend wasn't easy, especially when your path clashed with your greatest rivals, Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc.

Word count: 8.9k

Tags: Driver reader, mentions of crash, angst, abusive parent, daddy issues, trust issues, character death (not reader), cursing, strong rivalry, misogyny in motorsport, invasive media, aggressive fans, reader suffers with cyberbullying and hate, smut, female reader, +18, unprotected sex, voyeurism, exhibtionism, edging, filthy, porn with plot, queer! everyone, polyamory lestappen, bit of dirty talking, pet names, not beta read

Relationships: Lestappen x Reader

Mentor!Kimi Raikkonen x Reader

Sebastian Vettel, Fernando Alonso, Lewis Hamilton x Platonic!Reader

Notes: this is full of motorsport categories inaccuracies, just go with the vibes please. There are a few inaccuracies regarding other drivers' lives, but they are just to fit the story. This chapter is very angsty and none of it is an attack at the drivers nor their fans and personalities, please.

I know I KNOW, this got out of hand, AGAIN. I promise next part (and hopefully last) is more focused on the romance, and the happy ending reader deserves.

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

You spent Christmas with your mom, sharing a lot of presents and watching a bunch of stupid Christmas movies. New Year’s was now a tradition to spend with the Raikkonen Family, joined with the closest friends for a little get together. It was a good opportunity to reconnect with Kimi’s kids who missed you a lot during the season.

Charles never contacted you during winter break, which you were sure was the best after that mistake. You hated each other too much and the only thing that could come out of that was toxicity from the both of you. You refused to even acknowledge what had happened and its implications, that wouldn’t and couldn’t mean anything.

During the pre-season testing in Bahrain, you and Charles were back to whatever your relationship was before that one lapse in judgment months before.

Nobody noticed anything.

One day, Fernando pulled you aside for a little chat. You two sat side by side on big moving boxes, sipping on energy drinks.

“There’s something I have been wanting to talk to you about since last year,” he started, seemingly pensive, distant.

“Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, yeah. Remember after we first met when you asked me if I had advice for you regarding your career?” Fernando said, and you remembered.

Right after you had gotten close, you asked him for advice, you always did, especially about racing. But one day, you were chatting about his career, and you asked if had any lessons you should never forget. He had laughed joking about read all your contracts then asking if you were calling him old, but he said if he ever had any advice, he would tell you.

“Yes, have you got my answer yet?”

“Sí, Nena,” he paused, looking deep into your eyes, “enjoy.”

You frowned and he saw the confusion on your face.

“I see much of my younger self in you, you know? The same passion, this fiery desire to win, your goal for the championship, to conquer the world…” Fernando paused, looking up to the clear sky, the sunset coming around, “And I did. But I wish I had enjoyed it more. I should’ve gone to parties, I should’ve visited the countries we went to and tried the food, I should’ve made more friends, I should’ve had more lovers… I was so focused on winning, on getting my hands on that trophy of champion of the world, that I missed out on a lot.”

You felt your eyes tear up, and you wiped it before the tears came down. Putting your hand on his shoulder, you smiled at him.

“It’s such an honor race with you. And an even greater honor to have you as a friend, Nano” you whispered to him, you two laughed as his eyes watered too, and slapping his shoulder you laughed, “don’t make me cry, you old softie!”

You took his advice to your heart.

You went to the parties, you met new people, and that’s how after two entire seasons, you managed to befriend Lando, your teammate. You two had to open your hearts a little bit and meet in the middle. Which proved to be great, the whole team loved the change in your dynamic. You still weren’t besties, but you were close colleagues, and that was great. Everyone noticed the change and it reflected on how you started racing as a team instead of individually.

The car was even better than the year before, and the first race of the season you got a promising win.

That win, Lando’s pestering, and Fernando’s advice was how you ended up in a party after the Bahrain GP. Wearing a skimpy mini dress and 5 tequila shots deep, swaying your hips to the sound of Rihanna. You were dancing and singing with Lando and a few of his friends, loudly screaming the lyrics.

When it was way too hot for you, you grabbed a water bottle and beelined your way out of the crowded dance floor. You found a corner of the VIP section where the AC seemed to be working better, and as you stumbled inside the small space, you ran chest first into someone.

“Sorry,” you said, taking a step back and pressing your back against the cold wall.

“Enjoying your win?” Your head snapped up as you recognised Max’s voice. You had run into him.

Lando had mentioned inviting Max to the party, he had gotten a P2 in the race but you doubted he would go to a party he knew you would attend. You were obviously wrong.

“You know I am,” the victory was so good that nothing could ruin your mood.

“Well, then enjoy it. I’m coming for the win, again.” He warned you but his voice was devoid of anything, just sounded like he was casually telling you about the weather. But you knew that he was implying his championship the year before, rubbing it in your face.

“Don’t be so confident, Max,” you finished your water, smirking at him, “Enjoy the view of my rear!”

You flipped your hair, feeling his eyes on you the whole walk back to the dance floor.

And yet-

Somehow-

You ended up back at that small corner, dancing with your body pressed between Verstappen’s and the wall, his hand holding your jaw firmly, you rolled your hips against him, feeling the way his body responded to yours.

“We can’t-” he said to you, still, his eyes hadn’t left your lips, like he was so oh so tempted.

You rolled your eyes, annoyed. Sober you would never do that, but then, that was a problem for later. Checking to see if anyone was looking at you, you hooked a finger around his waistband and pulled him towards the bathroom.

As soon as the two of you were inside, you locked the door and Max pressed your back against the door, latching his lips to yours in a very desperate open mouthed kiss. You hugged his shoulders, opening your lips to him, his hands went down your sides and he grabbed your ass, pulling you into him. But that wasn’t enough, so he held your thighs and pulled up, carrying you. You locked your legs around his waist, and he stopped the kiss to walk, sitting you on the marble side of the sink, still between your legs, forcing his bulge against your panties, and eliciting a moan from you.

He took a half step back to hike your dress up, palming your cunt over your panties feeling the dampness of it, he tried to press his hand under your panties, but the lacy fabric didn’t leave much space, so he simply tore the bottom of them, exposing you to him. He just ran a finger over your slit, collecting your wetness for a brief moment before pushing a finger into you. Max watched your face with concentration, studying your body’s responses. Your hips shaking at the movement of his finger, and when the second one joined, you got louder. He curled his fingers up, his thumb pressing your clit, and you had to use both hands to hold onto him, your head lolling back against the mirror.

“Take it and shut the fuck up,” he grunted between clenched teeth.

He was pressing your insides so good, the slick sound of his fingers going in and out, his heavy breathing, the loud music outside and his laser focused fingers had you coming against his fingers in minutes. When he noticed you close, cunt spasming against his fingers, he pressed the other hand against your mouth, covering your moans when your toes curled and you orgasmed on his hand.

Max barely let you recover as he opened his jeans and stroked himself twice before pushing his cock into you in one swift move, making you gasp at the sudden intrusion.

“That’s what you wanted, right? Fucking teasing me all night,” He pushed particularly hard, hitting your g-spot, making you see stars, “you’re a fucking menace, y’know that? Fucking insufferable,” then his words became a mumbling of something dutch you couldn’t quite catch anymore with the way his hips snapped against yours, taking all your focus away and turning you into a mess of moaning.

Max fucked like he raced, focused and relentless, brutal. He hugged you with one arm around your waist to keep you in place and the other held you face, tilting your head so he could kiss you, or whatever that mess of saliva, tongues and teeth was. Your orgasm crashed through you unexpectedly, and you only hugged him tighter, pressing your face against his chest, biting into his skin through the fabric of his T-shirt to silence yourself, your teeth sinking into him was enough to send him also over the edge, coming with moans against your ear.

That night, you went home with shaking legs and an incoming headache, as Max left with the scraps of your panties in his pocket and your lipstick stain on his shirt, above his chest.

It was the seventh race of the year, Monaco, and you absolutely hated that specific track since your years of F2. During your two first years in F1 you had awful experiences, the rookie year you DNF and the year prior you had barely managed a P7. You were trying to keep your head up, be hopeful that you could at least try for top 5.

But since you couldn’t catch a fucking break, an old video of your teenage years resurfaced.

You were walking to your first round of interviews when Amanda, your PR manager, started walking by your side.

“There’s something. An old video of a karting competition resurfaced, where Max and Charles pretty much call you stupid,” Amanda was always direct, you could give it to her.

“Let me see the video” you asked, offering your hand for her phone.

“We don’t have time, but everyone will ask you about it. I need you to be the bigger person and act like it isn’t important, yes? They will try to taunt you and get a bad reaction from you, I need you to dismiss everything they throw at you. Agreed?”

You sighed. You knew the stuff from your teens were pretty bad, you rarely badmouthed Max or Charles, but they always felt threatened by you, so there were lots of instances they attacked you. Honestly, you just didn’t want to come out of this victimized. So as you entered the first round of interviews, you decided you were going to downplay anything they asked you.

“Y/N, have you seen the footage of you, Max and Charles from your teenage years that resurfaced recently?”

“No, uh, I haven’t.”

Someone pushed an iPad in your hands because of course, they wanted a live reaction from you. You pressed play, reading the subtitles someone put on the video. It was an amateur recording like a post race interview made by another teenage guy. First as Max walked out of the track, the guy asked what he thought of your win.

“It was luck, she’s not bright enough to think of a strategy,” Max said, walking away, clearly pissed having lost to you.

There was a cut and the camera was turned on again when Charles walked toward the guy asking the question. He repeated exactly the same question he had asked Max.

“Y/N, I don’t worry about her long term. She’s not going very far in this sport anyway,” Charles shrugged, seemingly unbothered.

As the video cut again, it showed your face, you remembered when that was. You were 14, and your dad had dropped you a few months earlier, so you were working your ass off balancing school, work and karting.

“Hey, Y/N. What do you think of your result today?”

“Uh, I tried a new strategy I learned earlier this week, thankfully it worked in my favor,” teen-You dried your forehead with your coat’s sleeve.

“What are your plans for this competition?”

“Well, I hope to be good enough to get into F4 next year, and work my way up into Formula 1,” you smiled softly and walked away after a quick bye.

The video ended and you still spent a few seconds staring at the black screen of the iPad. This interview didn’t come to your mind in more than a decade, but it was nice seeing how you made your 14-year-old dream come true.

“So, what do you say?” The reporter extended his mic to you.

“I guess I proved them wrong, right?” You giggled a little, “don’t take it to heart, really. We were all hormonal teenagers, I’m sure if someone digs, they will find a video of me saying the same stuff about them,” you shrugged, despite that being a lie, sounded dismissive enough.

“So it doesn’t upset you?” The reporter insisted, and you knew he wanted a scandal you weren’t willing to give.

“Of course not. I’ve always known my worth, and I’m P1 in the driver’s championship as of right now. So I don’t really care.”

The interviewers soon let the video go, when they realized you didn’t care about it. You weren’t sure if anyone would also approach Charles or Max with questions about the same video, but you couldn’t care less, you wanted to avoid drama for the time being so you could focus on the championship instead of this bullshit.

On the morning of qualifying, you were in your room, trying to meditate and clear your mind, when a knock interrupted you.

“Guys, I asked for twenty minutes so I could-” you stop yourself when you realize it isn’t anyone from your team, but it’s Max and Charles, “what are you doing here?”

“We came to apologize about the video,” Max started.

“Did your PR teams send you here?” You looked around, trying to catch a camera or even a phone recording.

“No uh, we realized we were very immature with you, and this video is just proof of how silly that was,” Charles sighed, seemingly embarrassed.

“You don’t need to apologize, I mean- the two of you really had it out for me, you called me dumb a lot,” you pointed to Max, then Charles, “and you called me ugly countless times. I don’t know why it would make any difference now.”

You were just so used to being defensive, to protect yourself from hatred you found it hard to believe them, to give them a chance to apologize because you couldn’t believe it to be genuine.

“Even if you don’t take it, or believe it, I would like to apologize for that behavior. I was just a stupid kid.” Max looked deep into your eyes, which could’ve made you uncomfortable if he didn’t seem so honest.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N. It was too idiotic to be like that to you, growing up. You were just a kid too.” Charles added.

You understood where that apology came from, it was stupid and embarrassing for all three of you this teenage rivalry when you all were barely mid racers back in the day. Sighing, you looked around, dropping your façade for a second, allowing yourself to display the same honesty they showed you.

It was hard and required some sort of deprogramming because you could only see them as rivals, like your dad had whispered in your brain so many times before, like their actions towards you had cemented dad’s words. They had said things that were on your mind for so long, that had made you defensive and deflective.

“Look, don’t worry about it. Whatever happened back then, it’s water under the bridge,” You shifted on your feet. As they started walking away, you added “this doesn’t mean we’re friends.”

They only nodded before leaving. Your routine went back to the same, and as the next scandal went on, people forgot about the silly video, but a very specific part of the fans started shipping you and both your rivals.

The rivalry never died down though.

Then, out of nowhere, Sebastian pulled you and Lewis aside to a conversation. Then he told you that he was going to retire by the end of the season. It was the first time the two of them saw you cry, and Sebastian hugged you tight, shushing your crying softly.

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispered, petting your head.

“No, don’t apologize,” you let him go, drying your face, “I have listened to you talking countless times about how you missed the kids. Don’t apologize for choosing to be a great dad. I know Hanna and the kiddos will be ecstatic.”

“You two are my closest friends here, that’s why I wanted to tell you first, before my announcement.”

“Thank you, Seb,” you said, eyes still watering, “I’m going to miss having you around.”

“Thank you for telling us beforehand,” Lewis said, also visibly emotional.

The season was writing itself to be just as close as the year prior, but now you were slightly better at keeping the lead most.

That is until Zandvoort. This GP was always a nightmare to you, because it was full of Max’s fans, and they absolutely hated you for being his rival. You had been booed when you were on the podium the year before, so now, you and Amanda decided it was best to keep your head down during the whole week. Not out of shame, but more of a matter of safety, you didn’t know how far the crowd could go in antagonizing you. When you were booed the other year, Max had said it was part of the sport and dismissed the conversation.

The morning of free practice, you went into the paddock very low-key and kept to yourself. You arrived with a little cup of coffee and got mentally ready for a hostile environment the whole weekend. That, until you spotted a small group of people dressed with your color and wearing your number, waving wildly to you.

In a spur of the moment decision, you went there, getting close to the barrier to sign a few caps and take a few selfies. In retrospect, you knew you shouldn’t have done that, especially with only two bodyguards accompanying you.

You were finishing chatting with your fans when you felt something heavy hit the side of your head and the impact made you stumble backwards, you were confused as you heard the screams and felt one of the bodyguards pull you back, as the other jumped the barrier and started running. You patted your temple and something wet and sticky was dripping down the side of your face. You stared at the small group of fans who were looking at you horrified. Staring at the hand, you saw the red staining your fingers, and as the bodyguard kept pulling you away to somewhere safer, the thing flowed even more and got into your left eye.

You wondered if it was blood as you touched your temple but felt nothing, not a gash nor small cut. You covered your left eye as it started to sting from what you supposed smelt like paint.

“Hey, hey, what happened? You’re bleeding!” Max jogged up to you.

“Not blood, just paint” you muttered, trying to use your coat to clean your face.

“Someone threw a paint ball at her,” the bodyguard said.

“Fuck, it’s burning!” You exclaimed, feeling tears in your left eye.

“Come here, the RB hospitality is close,” Max said, holding your wrist, he stopped shortly pointing to your bodyguard, “and you, sort this and find the person who did it.”

You let yourself be taken by Max into the RB territory, the burning so annoying that you rather take whatever solution he was thinking of. He held your waist and placed you sitting on a sink, and then you felt water streaming down your face.

“Stay still,” Max commanded, holding a hose over your head, pouring water down your face, “now blink slowly, let the water wash it,” his voice soft as you did what he told you to. Slowly but surely, it washed the paint away, relieving your left eye from the stinging. Max held the hose up and held your chin, tilting your head up so he could check your eye, still letting the water stream down your face.

You took a few minutes, breathing and regulating your heartbeat from that scare, trying to come back to normal and understand fully what was going on. From what you gathered, you were chatting with fans when someone else came and threw something with paint at you.

“How does it feel?”

“It’s better, already stopped burning,” you told him, feeling your heart miss a beat at the close proximity you found yourself to him. You were sitting on a sink, Max standing between your legs pretty much like you two had done months before for entirely different reasons.

“Open your eye, let me see,” he asked, and you tried to blink it open, “can you see?”

“It’s a little blurry but I believe it will get better,” you explained, and he didn’t let go of your chin. Suddenly, he covered your right eye with the other hand, leaving you only with your left eye sight.

“How many fingers am I putting up?” He showed it to your left eye. The vision was a bit blurry but you still could make out the shapes very clearly.

“Four, Max. It’s just a little bit blurry, probably will get better in a few minutes” you sounded annoyed, you tried to move but he pressed a hand against your waist, keeping you in place.

“Now, what happened?” He asked finally. You ignored the proximity, and the hand still on your body.

“We’re in Zandvoort, that’s what happened,” you shrugged, really annoyed about it.

“What do you mean?” He was visibly confused. You scoffed because you knew it wasn’t something he didn’t know, since the year before he has dismissed the importance of how hostile people were to you.

“We’re massively surrounded by your fans, Max.”

“I don’t understand.”

“They hate me because you hate me, and they think because you hate me they’re justified in their hostility towards me,” You explained, with a sigh, you pushed away from Max, “this GP has been like this for me ever since Rookie year.”

“I don’t hate you,” he said, brows furrowed.

“You do. And they do too,” you pointed down at the paint that had also stained your shirt as proof.

“I don’t,” he insisted and you rolled your eyes, jumping off the sink, but he didn’t give you space, which made you stand chest to chest with him, “I promise.”

You stared at him, breathless. That wasn’t part of the game you played, being kind, sounding worried and making promises. None of that was part of this whole rivalry. Pushing his chest, you tried getting away but he caged you against the sink, body flush against yours.

“Do you believe me?” He asked and your eyes fell to his lips, and you allowed yourself to remember the desperate and chaotic kisses you had shared in a dimly lit bathroom, “I don’t support any of this behavior.”

You heard voices and steps approaching, which made you finally push him away, walking towards the door. Whatever little magic had been happening between those walls was undone the moment you remembered none of that would’ve happened if he had politely put a stop to it earlier.

“It’s part of the sport and I have to deal with it, right?” You returned the very same words he had said about you when you were booed by the crowd the year prior.

As you opened the door, you were faced with Sebastian. He stopped, taking you in and then pulling you in a hug.

“Are you ok? We just heard what happened!” He murmured, guiding you out of the bathroom. He held your shoulders and looked at your face, checking how your left eye was still a little red, “we should take you to see a doctor, come on.”

Lewis soon arrived at the entrance of the RBR station, he warned about the reporters crowding outside, waiting for a glimpse of you after the attack. The British man gave you a Mercedes coat so you put it over your head and avoid the cameras waiting outside. With the bodyguards and both Lewis and Sebastian leading you away, you ended up at the medical center, and after a quick examination, the doctor gave you eye drops to put throughout the day.

Your Principal suggested you sit the FP1 out, letting the reserve driver take your place while you recovered. By the middle of FP1, your eyesight was 100% and you went to get ready for FP2. The whole day you felt like everyone was being extra careful, tiptoeing around you. You hated feeling like you were being pitied, so when the inevitable round of interviews came, you knew what you had to do.

“We heard about your incident earlier today, how are you feeling about it?” Someone asked.

“I’m pretty upset, to be honest. Formula 1 is a sport loved around the whole world, and the paddock overall is supposed to be a safe place not only for the fans, but also the workers and drivers. What happened today is unacceptable and could’ve been much worse. I’m voicing my dissatisfaction and I intend to, through legal means, take this complaint to the FIA.”

Later that night, as you laid awake on your bed, scrolling through the repercussions of the day, you stopped when you saw a snippet of Max's interview.

“What happened today was dangerous and unacceptable, I don’t support this behavior and I stand with Y/N,” that was all he said, but Max usually was a man of few words, always knowing when it was enough.

You knew he should’ve voiced that much earlier in your career, specifically after the booing the year before, but still- He also could have opted to not say anything at all, and he didn’t.

Amanda also sent you the news that the fan who had attacked you was found and banned for life from Formula 1.

After calling Sebastian, you managed to get ahold of Max’s phone number and texted him a simple message.

Thank you. Twice. - Lioness

The text went to read almost immediately, and the three dots appeared from his side of the screen. You wait, and wait, and wait. And then the dots disappeared, and an answer never came.

After a solid P2 that weekend in Zandvoort, you went home for the summer break. You and your mom had planned to go to Monaco for a little while since you were planning on buying a place there. From there, you and your mom would go all around the French Riviera to enjoy the sea and spend a few days in a spa resort. Then, you would go back home and relax before going to Ibiza for a weekend to meet Lando and his friends to enjoy some partying.

Everything went according to plan, but one day when you came back home after the trip to the French Riviera, you found your mom passed out on the living room floor.

You called an ambulance, quickly taking her into the hospital. Everything was a blur, the tests and scans, your mom still unconscious on a hospital bed, and the results. The results that pulled the floor from under your feet.

Your brain couldn’t fully compute what was said. Cancer Stage 4. Surgery. Palliative care.

The world was muted around you as you sat on a chair in the waiting room, hands shaking when you tried to understand what was happening. You somehow ended up calling the one other person you trust.

“Y/N? What happened?”

“I don’t understand- she just- she just passed out and I thought- but- but they said- palliative care” you try to come up with words.

“Talk to me. Are you sick?” Kimi’s voice is so focused and a little soothing.

“It’s mom”

“Send your location, I’m going there,” that’s all he said.

Waiting for Kimi gave you some sense of purpose, because it’s Kimi. He could fix anything. He fixed your life when you were 14, he can do it again. He would get there and find a way to help. Your mind got so clouded when the word cancer was thrown in the conversation, that you probably missed the part about treatments and- and surgery and stuff.

In your mother’s room there was a comfortable couch where you tried to settle to sleep, but you only spent countless hours awake. You hoped to see the doctor again to try and get him to explain everything for a second time.

You wished you were smart and quick, but no, you just sat there holding onto the hope that Kimi had a way to fix this.

Kimi arrived early the next morning, knocking on the door before entering. You stood up, hugging him tight.

“What happened?”

“It’s pancreatic cancer, they said. We need to see more about surgery and- and treatments.”

You and Kimi found the doctor, who explained again, and in that moment you finally understood what he meant the first time around. She was in a late stage of pancreatic cancer, which was usually a very difficult illness to find before it is too late, due to the placement of the organ in the body and late symptoms. The only options were either to try a very risky surgery and chemo so she could extend her life for around 8 months to a year. Or she could go home to live her last few months the way she wanted.

You begged and cried and bribed and offered every single solution your brain could muster to try and save her. Kimi held you when you fell to the floor, sobbing.

When your mom woke up and you and Kimi told her the diagnosis, she cried too, sobbing in your arms as you tried to hold it together for her sake. It took a couple of days for her to choose to go home. The two of you spent the last days of summer break traveling around the world a bit more, visiting temples and statues, and seeing nature and everything good the world had to offer, going to places motorsport hadn’t taken you to.

Your mom went to every race week from there on, even when she felt especially weak, even when you had to hire a full time medical team for her.

Your focus on the season was solely on the moment between entering the car and leaving the car. You still managed to race like you’ve done before, calm and controlled, with the help of your engineers and team, you still could put the car where you wanted it, paving your way for a solid world championship that year. It was like your brain was seeing racing as the one thing in your life you had full control over, so sometimes you even felt like you and the car were one.

You didn’t tell anyone about her. Though every driver noticed how distant you were, even Charles and Max and the ones that weren’t very close to you noticed how you were only fulfilling your obligations and leaving, you weren’t even celebrating your wins, leaving the fastest you could after a race.

The Singapore GP was tough for you, having to leave your mom home alone with the medical staff and a couple of friends from her book club, since she wasn’t strong enough to travel anymore. Your attention was failing all throughout media day and free practices. Qualifying was shit compared to your performance the rest of the season.

In Q3 you did a reasonable sector 1 and 2 but you messed up sector 3 completely. It was a complete accident when you got in the way of a Ferrari when he was doing his fast lap, and you ended up messing his qualy too. Jace let you know it was none other than Charles Leclerc, who was setting the pace for a pole position. Out of 19 drivers, you had to ruin his lap. In the end, Max got pole, Charles qualified P3 and you qualified P5.

You went through the motions during the post qualifying press. You were about to leave after debriefing, when Charles Leclerc found you on the way to the parking lot. You pulled your coat tighter around yourself protectively as he walked up to you. You were hoping to escape his fury at least until after the race the next day. Before he could even get a word in, you started.

“Look, I know I messed up your pole. I know you won’t believe me, but it wasn’t intentional. I really thought there was no one doing fast laps on the track, I thought everyone was either still doing out laps or in the pits, so when you-”

“Calm down, breathe,” he interrupted you, “I’m not here to fight.”

“No?” You frowned, confused with the kindness in his eyes.

“We know you’re going through something, and I’m sure I’m the last person you want to hear this from, but you’re not alone. And you should really consider talking with someone on the grid. They’re all- we’re all worried about you.”

The words felt alien coming from his mouth, but the gentleness was so comforting you felt a lump in your throat.

“Why do you think I’m not ok?” You muttered trying to sound confident, but your voice failed, betraying you.

“You’re skinny and you look sleep deprived for a few weeks now,” Charles said directly.

“Damn, thanks.”

“I don’t mean it like that, you know it,” he paused, putting both hands on his pockets, “have you been eating?” Your lack of response made him press further, “have you eaten today?”

You pressed your lips together, not wanting to answer that.

“Let’s go, I’ll drive you to the hotel, we’ll stop on the way to grab some food,” Charles gestured to his car, a few meters away. You stood there, shocked as he started walking away, then he stopped looking over his shoulder, “come on, I don’t have all the time in the world.”

As you sat in his Ferrari, Charles put music on and you didn’t do much talking, but it was tranquil. He called the restaurant to order take out on the way, and 30 minutes later he dropped you off at the hotel with a bag full of food.

“Thank you, Charles.” You whispered before leaving the car.

You ate the food while on a video call with your mom.

You recovered well during the race, finishing P2, behind Max and ahead of Charles.

Your mom passed away a few days after the Japanese Grand Prix, the one you had won and dedicated it to her from the top step of the podium, even if she wasn’t there, just watching from home. You went home and stayed with her, holding her hands and hugging her as much as you could.

Some part of you knew she was somehow fighting, because she had promised you the year before she would be there when you became world champion. You could see she was hoping to make it to the end of the season, but you also knew she wouldn’t, and you rather she didn’t have to endure any more pain just for your sake.

“You don’t need to fight anymore, ma,” you whispered before she went to sleep, “you raised a strong woman, too. I will see you on the other side, ok? You can rest now, I love you.”

“I’m so proud of you, honey. I love you to the moon and back.”

You made it through her small funeral, following what she had written down before passing. An intimate funeral, full of flowers and a toast to her life. You cried the whole time, with Kimi and Minttu taking turns at comforting you as they could. Coming back to an empty home smelling of cleaning products made you almost lose your mind, and the sight of you in such despair was enough for Kimi to convince you to stay with them until you had to travel for the next race, in almost seven days.

The days passed in a crying blur, you let part of your team know about your mom’s passing. Only Amanda, Jace and your Principal. Jace tried to convince you to take a break and not go to the next race in Austin, but you quickly shut it off. Not only because racing was the one thing keeping you sane amidst the chaos, but because you were so close to the championship, and it was still close competition with Max and Charles, so you couldn’t afford to lose a race and the points that could come with it.

You had to honor your mom in some way.

That’s how you ended up on a plane to Austin with Kimi and Amanda. You knew Kimi had convinced you to let him go because he was sure you’d have a mental breakdown anytime along the weekend, but deep down you appreciated the company. Arriving there, Jace was the first to hug you and whisper his condolences, as well as your TP too.

You survived the entire weekend without breaking down crying in public, but that was your worst race in a few months, the first time out of a podium since Spa. You ended up P5, which luckily wasn’t too bad because Max finished P4 which you were grateful for as he was the one who was P2 in the driver’s championship close behind you.

After that week, you packed your stuff and moved to the new condo in Monaco you had bought during summer break. Despite loving your mom to pieces, you couldn’t manage to live alone in the house you bought for her a couple of years before, it was lonely and it hit you with overwhelming waves of sadness all the time. You distracted yourself a lot with buying furniture and decorations for the new place, and discovering Monte Carlo in a whole new way. The one comfort in all that, was knowing your mom wasn’t suffering anymore.

Then you went straight to Mexico for the next Grand Prix, this time, Kimi left you because he had to come home to Minttu and the kids. Amanda had been such a support for you, that you knew you had to give her something special for the holidays, out of gratitude.

Everything was going as expected until the press conference. You were there with Charles, Max, Sebastian and Lando. You suspected they were putting you always in the same group as Max and Charles because, as the season nearing the end, only three races left, they were your close competition.

While someone asked something of Charles, you were whispering with Sebastian, chatting about Mexican foods you wanted to try after the race. Then, something bizarre happened, and phones started to ping all around the room, between reporters, cameras and everyone else started checking their phones. It seemed like something out of a black mirror nightmare.

You reached for your phone but then remembered you left it to charge in your room.

“This question is for Y/N,” a reporter asked, reading something from his phone, “there’s a new article that just came out saying your mom passed away a couple of weeks ago, is that true?”

Your blood ran cold, and every sound felt like it was muted inside the room. Wide eyed, you searched for Amanda, who was somewhere on the opposite side of the room, and when you found her, she was pale. Then, there was a cacophony of voices and cameras and questions, that made you suddenly overwhelmed.

Swallowing, trying to reassess, you found Sebastian already standing, holding your shoulders. Looking around you noticed how the other three drivers had stood up, making some sort of shield around you, protecting you from the cameras and reporters swarming around.

“We can go, ok? Come on,” Sebastian was saying when Amanda caught up to you, leaning beside Sebastian.

“We can leave, right now,” she said, holding your hand.

Still a little confused, you nodded and let them both guide you back to your room.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry for your loss,” Sebastian hugged you, running his hands on your back for comfort.

“How- how did they find out?” You ask Amanda.

“An article came out, I’m not sure. Someone was probably digging into your life, but don’t worry, I put the team on it already.”

“How do- how we diffuse this? How do we proceed? We need to address this, right?” You started blabbering, trying to wrap your head around everything.

“That was very disrespectful of them to ask like that!” Sebastian exclaimed, making you two jolt.

“We’ll do whatever you’re comfortable with. Do you want me to release a note asking for privacy?” Amanda suggested.

“Can I write something and then run it by you?” You asked, she only nodded.

After a moment, both Amanda and Seb left you alone as you typed a note on your phone. You rewrote and deleted a few times before settling on something heartfelt and respectful but also, calling out the invasion of privacy.

My mom passed away a few days ago after battling with cancer for the past few months.

She had requested of me to keep it a secret until after the season was over, so I could mourn her without the weight of racing over my shoulders.

But obviously someone went digging and disrespected not only one of her last wishes but also disrespected my grief and my right to privacy. I love my mom but I’ll not be answering any more questions about her illness or death, please respect me and respect her memory.

All the love, Y/N

Nobody asked anything over the weekend, but again, it felt like everyone was tiptoeing around you. As soon as you first saw Nano the next day, he held you tight for almost a minute whispering his condolences, and it made you almost cry again. Lewis also spared you a hug, saying if you ever needed anything, to contact him.

You survived that weekend, and decided to go straight to Brazil for the next GP instead of going back to Monaco. In São Paulo you mostly slept your worries and fears away. You had promised yourself to try and focus on the season only, to make your dream come true, to fulfill your mom’s promise in some way.

With Ferrari’s bad strategy in Mexico, they had ruined Charles’ chance at the championship. Now your only competition was Max and the Red Bull rocketship.

You rewatched the race a couple of times as you usually did, to try and catch any mistakes you or your team may have made, to fix it for the next one. But also to try and notice any weaknesses of your rivals, if it was something you could use in your own favor.

You noticed right away in the FP1 that your car wasn’t adhering to the track, you were losing balance and needed more force than usual to keep yourself in place. By FP2, you managed to control your car better, but that caused your tyres to wear off way more quickly.

Quali was one of the shittiest you’ve ever done in your career, taking you out in Q2 for the first time that year, placing you for a start at P12.

“Listen, we’ll do better tomorrow, ok?” Jace told you as soon as you entered the garage, seeing Max still out with a shot at pole position.

“Give me a few minutes to unwind, please,” you asked, dropping your helmet, balaclava and gloves at a nearby table.

You went straight to your room, searching for your phone. Immediately calling Kimi, you waited for him to pick up.

“I watched it,” he said first and foremost.

“If I do bad in the race tomorrow, and Max does well, then I’m gonna lose the championship, Kimi,” saying that out loud made you shiver in horror, “FUCK!” You screamed, kicking a chair.

“First of all, even if you did bad tomorrow, you’d still have a chance to fight for the championship in Abu Dhabi. You know that,” Kimi warned you as if he was scolding a little kid, “second of all, I never taught you this loser mindset. You’ll have to find a way to work around the problems in your car tomorrow.”

“Shit, I’m so fucked! How? How could I even-”

“Remember when I first met you? Your kart was with almost this same problem, yeah? Remember you got P2? You went ahead and fixed it. That’s what I need you to do tomorrow, don’t focus on what you can’t do, only focus on what you can do.”

“I’ll try my best.”

“No trying. Do it.”

After spending the entire night crafting plan A, B, C and Z with you strategists and engineers, you barely got any sleep, but you forced yourself to rest. In the morning, you went to the track early to meet with your team again, to run your strategies one more time, when you had an idea. You’d still follow the plans you had carefully crafted with the team, but you decided to make a Plan Star, as you had called. Interlagos didn’t have any safety car in the last two years, so it was dangerous to fully count on one. But your plan star consisted in the case of a safety car in this one specific window of laps, you’d go to the pits for hards, counting on everyone else being on old softs or mediums at that specific point in the race. But for it to work, you had to be the first of the front field to go in.

As the lights went out and you accelerated, you got already three positions up, landing in P9, and luckily, the points zone. Jace was worried in your ears, talking about the car and the tyres management. With controlled calm and Kimi’s voice in your head, you managed a few more positions in the first 14 laps, landing P7. You lost a bit of time there, since Nando was P6 and everyone knew how tough it always is to overtake him. But you eventually managed to get the position. Unfortunately, it was the moment you had to go to your first pitstop. Due to the problems in your car wearing off your tyres, you would have to go for a two-stop, which ended up costing you three positions again. But you were patient and you were rewarded when the other cars had to pit, which gave you back the four places you had lost.

The race you went on and you barely moved up or down from your P5, but you managed to concentrate.

Jace, on the other hand was sounding more and more worried about your second pit stop, about the difficulty in get closer to P4, about the P6 trying to enter DRS zone behind you, with your tyres wearing off, with the-

“Jace, I love you but please shut the fuck up, I know what to do,” you were praying for a miracle when suddenly, there was a yellow flag, and the safety car went out during the perfect window of laps, “fuck, Jace, this is plan star.”

“Copy,” he paused, his voice sounding secure, “Box, box.”

You changed into hards, no one else went to the pits, and the race restarted after three more laps. The safety car had closed the gap between you and the P4, which made you overtake him easily.

Jace was still keeping quiet to help your concentration, he only interrupted to warn you about overheating your tyres, and your velocity per lap compared to the next position. You started overtaking like a madwoman as much as your tyres allowed.

“That’s P1, Lioness,” Jace told you.

“Copy that.” You said with your voice shaken.

As you managed your P1, you went back to be aware of your surroundings, seeing a Red Bull right behind you, trying to overtake but you managed to hold position.

When you took the checkered flag, you sighed with relief, Kimi was right.

“Congratulations, Y/N! That’s a brilliant, brilliant win!” Jace’s voice was sounding shaken too.

“You’re crying, Jace?” You laughed softly.

“It’s an honor to tell you that you, Y/N Y/L/N, are a Formula 1 world champion!” Jace shouts, and behind him you can hear more people screaming.

“What? Jace you’re fucking with me!”

“No, Lioness, you’re the 2022 champion of the world!��

“But- but how? There’s one race left? And Max was right behind me!”

“No, Verstappen DNFed during that one yellow flag. Behind you was Perez.”

You made the calculations quickly in your head. Max was P2 in the championship, but this DNF meant no points, and even if he managed to win the last race in Abu Dhabi, he wouldn’t be able to equal you in points. So-

“OH MY GOD, oh my god!” You screamed your lungs out, feeling the tears streaming down into your balaclava, “Fuck yes! I’m Formula 1 World Champion! Thank you, thank you so much guys! Jace, holy shit, I’m the champion!”

“You’re the champion!” Jace confirmed.

You felt joy in a way you hadn’t felt in a long, long time, as you stopped your car on the number one spot. Still a little dizzy from the thrill, you left the car, going straight to your team, heavily waiting for you. They all hugged you, hitting your helmet, saying congratulations and everything. You took a moment to hug Jace and Amanda, who had been of great support throughout the year.

After getting weighted and being congratulated by the other two on the podium, Perez and Hamilton, the latter hugging you tight as he took you off the floor, you drank water as you waited for the post race interview with Nico Rosberg.

You were giddy, barely holding yourself together with how happy you were feeling, how you wanted to hold the trophy, how grateful you were and more importantly, how you felt a great weight being lifted off your shoulders.

“Y/N, congratulations on becoming a World Champion! I have to say, as a girl dad, it is great to see you become the first woman ever to win this title. How do you feel? What do you want to say?” Nico offered, with a kind smile.

“To be honest, I can barely contain myself. It’s such an honor to be here and be the world champion. I look at the past and see my younger self who never thought would make it to Formula 1. It’s such a dream come true, after this year’s hardships, I’m glad to achieve the greatest dream of them all!” You said, kinda quickly, rambling as you tried to put into words all the emotions mixed with the happiness, “I’m sorry, I know I’m taking up all your time, I just want to dedicated this win, and this championship to three people who saved my life: Kimi, thank you for being the salvation of my career when we first met; And my mom, who’s not here anymore, thank you for being the light in my darkest days. And lastly, I want to thank myself for working my ass off and never giving up.”

You muttered a thank you as Nico only laughed at your rambling. Before you moved to the cooldown, you grabbed the mic back again.

“May I add one last thing?” You asked for Nico, who only nodded, pointing to the camera again, “This is to my father: I made it, you asshole.”

You wanted to send the middle finger too, but you knew you couldn’t because of the FIA’s guidelines, and you were already risking a penalty for cursing on live TV. In the cooldown room, you sat beside Lewis, watching a few highlights of the race on the screen. It showed a couple of your overtakes.

“Damn, you overtook like crazy,” Lewis muttered, seemingly amazed.

“I pulled a Lewis Hamilton in Interlagos last year,” you joked, and he laughed.

That podium felt like the culmination of everything you had worked for your whole life, felt like recovering your love for the sport for what it was, for the fast cars and the adrenaline. Being on that podium in Brazil as a World Champion shifted something inside you forever. During your anthem, you laughed, and when you got the trophy, you cried, pointing the trophy to the sunny sky with a silent prayer to your mom. You barely noticed, but you felt the champagne raining on you, and opened your arms to shower in it. Putting the trophy down, you splashed the other bottle, laughing and wetting everyone that was close to you, Lewis, Checo, Jace, who had gone up representing the team.

When the celebration ended, you stayed behind a little more, watching the crowd from the podium, and they started chanting. It took you a few seconds to realize they were chanting your name.

You raised your trophy at them, and they cheered even louder. Then you pointed it to the sky again.

“Look, ma, I made it” you whispered to yourself, feeling the tears streaming down your face.

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orieriee · 4 months ago

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SERIES MASTERLIST | A Jujutsu Kaisen SMAU!

Reblogs are very appreciated 💓

Status: completed!

SUMMARY: geto suguru x reader! an alternative universe where Geto Suguru doesn't go down the wrong way.

SYPNOSIS:

Y/N L/N is a special shaman from a jujutsu family. Y/N was sent to Tokyo to go on missions to prove their worth as the next heir. With the ability of 'flow', a cursed technique that allows its user to see and manipulate forces of energy freely. Y/N stumbled across Geto Suguru amidst a dark aura, carrying a weight of chaotic and dark energy.

Will Y/N be able to help Geto overcome his turmoil? Will Y/N fulfill the lifelong anticipation and succeed in becoming the next heir?

Time setting: 2007, a year after Amanai Riko's death, before Geto Suguru's breaking point.

DISCLAIMER:

This will be a slight crossover with chainsaw man because I needed a mentor figure who is not known in Jujutsu Kaisen. I do not own any of the characters from Jujutsu Kaisen or Chainsaw Man. The characters belong to Gege Akutami as the creator of Jujutsu Kaisen and Tatsuki Fujimoto as the creator of Chainsaw Man. I only own the story plot of this work of fiction.

I will also mix in a written story for the plot so it's not just the SMAU story. Also english isn't my first language so excuse any grammar errors in the story (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

author's note: I had this plot since last year but didn't post it because I was very busy. And boy was this plot tucked in the dusty corner of my gallery, untouched, so I decided to pick it up again! Also I apologize in advance if it's a little OOC, it has been a while since I watched or read JJK 😔🙏

Jujutsu Kaisen SMAU MASTERLIST

Prologue - "You look terrible" + character corner

Chapter 1 - We're Still the Strongest

Chapter 2 - You Don't Look Well

Chapter 3 - The Summer Heat is Getting to Me

Chapter 4 - Light or Darkness?

Chapter 5 - Burn Them All

Chapter 6 - Light

Chapter 7 - Another Place to Visit

Chapter 8 - Why are We Hiding?

Chapter 9 - "Ah yes, the ex-boyfriend"

Chapter 10 - I Can Protect Our Clan

Chapter 11 - Duh?

Chapter 12 - Potential Husband...?

Chapter 13 - Three Years

Chapter 14 - I Can Sense It

Chapter 15 - Epilogue

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bethebesttoyou · 2 months ago

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How to Get the Girl Pt. 2 - Huening Kai

Synopsis: Overwhelmed Kai gets Y/N into a predicament.

pairing: Nerdy! Kai x Mentor! Y/N

warnings: cheesiness, some cursing I think? nothing crazy, bad writing. Mostly a chapter to move along and get to the good stuff >;3

WC: 3.6k

A/N: IM BACK AGAIN.... thanks for so much love on the first part :'3 I didn't expect it to get so much traction but it's got me motivated to write!! Updates might be slow but I will be continuing to write as much as I can!!

Part 1 | Part 2 |

“Okay, you said she was into popular, cool guys, right? Well what do cool and popular guys tend to have?” You were looking through the clothes on the racks, waiting for a response.

The week had passed by in a flash, you had just finished your last midterm before spring break, and were ready to dive into full coach mode. Kai had felt the same way, seemingly more interested and open than the week before. He had been asking questions all week after your first meeting, making him a bit more out of his shell since.

“Leather and stuff?” He stood awkwardly in front of the giant mirror, staring at you behind him rather than himself.

“Okay, yeah…”you shrug, “But think. What’s the thing that most girls find attractive?” He looks at the racks of clothes that surround you both, hoping to find the right answer within the stacks of jeans, before you answer yourself.

“Confidence! What makes a guy so hot and attractive, is when they are comfortable in their skin! So we want to make sure that whatever we pick out today, you feel hot in it!”

He cringes at the thought. And you're not entirely sure why. Kai was good looking, handsome enough to have heard some compliments about it. But insecurity was a disease, a bad habit that plagued the minds of an entire generation. Better to nip it now, you thought.

“Okay, first lesson!” Your loud vibrant voice fills the corner of the shop, circling around Kai, grabbing his shoulders gently, looking up at him in the eyes, “I want you to look into the mirror and say ‘Kai, you are hot.’” You circle him again, positioning yourself behind him. He looks around the store.

“L-like right now?”

“Yup.”

“In front of all these people?”

“Not asking for a speech, kai. One compliment.” You encouragingly tap his shoulder.

He sighs, looking at you and then himself through the mirror. You nod, egging him on.

“Kai…you're hot.” he mumbles.

“Say it just a little bit louder.”

“Were in a store…” You push him gently and he sighs before clearing his throat.

“Kai. Youre hot.”

“Yes you are… and with a new wardrobe, you'll be unstoppable.”

He scoffs, trying to force a smile down before you push him to the fitting rooms.

“Get undressed, I'm going to find something for you to try on.”

“Yes, maam.” You hear him mumble and it makes you smile before heading to the floor.

It had been an hour of trying to find something that called out to him, you would hold it up to him to get some type of agreement, but he practically hated most of the things you suggested.

The colors are too loud…

The jeans are too bright…

It took a lot out of you to not groan at the rejection. He wasn't wrong, he was just…very picky.

Your search had finally made it to the end of the store when Kai was finally dressed back in his regular plain white tee shirt and faded jeans. You stare at him for a moment, taking in his stature. The bagginess of his clothes hid any peek of his actual form under, yet you couldn’t necessarily ignore the big broad shoulders he wore, the way his baggy shirt still clung to his chest.

“Do you work out?” You asked abruptly, not trying to hide the confusion on your face as your head rests on the palm of your hand.

“Huh? Me?”

You nod, brows still furrowed.

“Oh, no!” He laughs nervously, waving his hands, “my job just involves a lot of heavy stuff. I'm a roadie? But like for local bands… in bars…”

“you into bands that much?”

“Yea…im in one…”

“YOU are in a band?” You ask, your eyes round.

“Why are you so surprised?” He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I mean… you're asking for help talking to girls… Band guys usually have a whole roster, you know.”

“We're not all drowning in girls, you know, and besides I'm doing this to talk to ONE girl… I'm not really interested in having a “roster”.

“So…she's not into the whole band thing?”

“I dont know... but I think it's just that we've known each other since we were kids…. She probably still sees me as her dorky friend from high school…” he sighs, leaning against the nearby wall, crossing his arms, and you're not sure what causes you to watch the way his biceps slightly contract under the flowy fabric.

“And you play drums?” His eyes perk up.

“How did you know?” He cocks his head, a small smile settling on his face, and you have to look away. You feel incredibly small again, the way his gentle eyes look at you with curiosity. They were too honest, too open, they made your stomach flip, you had to turn away.

“Lucky guess?” you shrug, trying to make the blush on your cheeks less noticeable ,before continuing your rummage of folded sweaters. Your mind suddenly imagines him on stage, the sweat dripping from his forehead, and it's like the dam of ideas finally breaks.

“Follow me.”

After a couple of minutes of walking around aimlessly in the mall, Kai crashing into you every time you would abruptly stop to look into the mannequins that decorated the windows, you finally found the store you had been looking for.

“Tada! What do we think?” You say, once you've entered the store. The dark lighting fit the rest of the ambiance, with the dark clothes that hung on the wooden walls, loud music playing from the intercom, and chains that decorated the accessories section.

“If you're gonna be in a band, you gotta look like you're in a band. You know the drill.” You point over to the fitting rooms, as you start making your way around the tables of clothing. He smiles, rolling his eyes playfully before heading to the back.

Much to your excitement, Kai had stopped at a couple of articles of clothing that caught his eyes before heading in the small room, closing the black curtain behind him. You make a mental note at the ones he stopped to check before taking him a pile of clothes for him to try on. As much to his dismay, colors worked on him, maybe not as bright as the ones you chose for him at your typical shop but you hoped you guessed his style right, this time.

And right you were, when he finally stepped out. You don't expect yourself to be shocked at the change correct sized clothes can make, but in a blue striped short sleeve that hugged his upper arms instead of hiding them, his waist finally framed by the shirt, and a pair of black jeans that actually reached the top of the boots he wore, left you staring, frozen at the change in aura. He seemed to enjoy this reaction, pushing up the hair from his forehead, shaking it out and clears his throat, pushing his glasses up and his smile down.

“Im a genius.” you finally say and he laughs.

“You like it? I also um… added a necklace for an extra…like…whatever.”

“Kai… Youre hot.” You exclaim, walking up to him, him finally facing the mirror and his glasses fog up.

“Do you feel comfortable in it? Not too tight or anything right? We can always go up a size…change to another color…”

“No… I actually really like it.” He says softly, before smiling.

You look at him through the mirror. The small smile on his lips as he fixes the shirt, straightening it, before looking back at you, fills your heart with a sense of pride. It always did. This was always your favorite part of the course, having them find themselves, their respective styles that can make them feel like they stand out. Clothing was your favorite way to learn about your clients, how they express themselves, what they want the world to see.

“You know what you gotta do now right?” you raise your eyebrow motioning to the mirror. He groans looking around again.

“Y/N…theres actually a shit-ton of people in here…”

“Just say it quickly then, before someone walks by.”

“Kai, youre hot.” He says quickly.

“I didnt hear it well.”

“Okay, well why dont you do it, since youre so confident…” He scoffs, still monitoring the area.

“Y/N…” you say with exasperation, getting closer to your reflection in the mirror, “You are so hot. If I could clone you and marry myself, I would.” you finish by sending air kisses towards the mirror, catching glances from other shoppers. Kai watches too, his face bugged with a look of minor annoyance.

You sigh, “Your turn.” He sighs before nodding.

“Kai…” he starts and for a bit it looks like he’ll actually take it seriously, “...cant believe youre getting help from somebody so shameless…” He says quickly before running into the fitting room, “Okay! Next fit!”

“Hey!”

—-

The day begins to dwindle down, the lights of the mall turn on once the sun light no longer luminates up the building. Kai, unbeknownst to him, no longer sounded nervous or scared to say the wrong thing, as the day went by. You were surprised with how far you cracked him open in just two meetings, learning quite a lot about him in the last couple of hours, and for a second you forgot this was a job. You learned that the sweetness that came with him was actually genuine, not just because you were a stranger, that he had the sense of humor of a millennial, often cracking up at the small puns he would spit out, you would have cringed if it weren't for his loud infectious laugh, ripping through the light murmur of the mall, causing you to giggle with him. You watched him beam with pride at the talk of his band, how he hardly realized the bar's emptiness when he was up there, the therapeutic hits, were the reason for the callouses in his hands. You were so entranced by the conversation, you didn't pay any mind to the redness of your face, when he had you feel the callouses, your hands hovering lightly over his large hand.

“Well kai, i think it's safe to say we've had a successful day! New outfits! New found confidence, well atleast externally, we still gotta learn how to be nice to ourselves.”

You were passing the last couple of shops, Kai had bought quite a lot, seemingly a whole new wardrobe and thankfully was carrying most of the bags, you had helped with the smaller ones.

“I am nice! I'm just not conceited…”

“Well, hell! You should be! Everyone should be!” You smile confidently, while he rolls his eyes playfully chuckling. He seems fully comfortable and while you were enjoying this side of him, it was time for the second step of the course.

“Kai…” Your voice now softer, your eyes fluttering up at him, “I deserve a date, don't you think?”

He freezes, still staring at you, as his entire face and neck goes red. You motion for him to continue, but when his lips begin to move and nothing comes out, you decide to help.

“What would you say if I was Saeri?”

“I-I dont know…”

“Kai…” you whisper encouragingly, gaining his undivided attention, “Invite me for a drink.”

“W-would you like, to um, like um, go for a drink?”

“Yeah! Id love to! Where to?”

“Oh! Um… Oh okay. Come on.”

“No Kai, no girl is gonna go with you if you say come on…” you grab his hand pulling him back, laughing lightly, “tell me where we're going, tell me the place is cool and just be yourself! Be normal, like you're asking a friend.”

He breathes out, seemingly preparing himself, before nodding.

“Ima start over…” you nod, fixing your hair, starting over the scenario.

“Well todays been a successful day! I think I might get going its a little late…” You smile teasingly, before slowly walking away, “Wow, such a long day, Im just so thirsty…”

You're still walking ridiculously slow, waiting to be stopped, any moment now. But it never comes, and when you've realized you've gotten quite far, you roll your eyes and turn around, only to see Kai, speaking to an unfamiliar couple. He seems to be caught off guard, you can hear the echo of his stuttering and you take it as a sign to join the conversation.

“Hey…” You say trying to make eye contact with Kai, but his eyes are set on the couple and you dont ignore the glare he has fixed on the guy.

“Well, hello!” the guy says rather sarcastically, “Would you look at that…Little Kai has made a little friend… Youngsoo, Im Kai’s older cousin,” he earns a bump from the smaller figure’s shoulder, their hands intertwined,“this here is Saeri…and you are?”

The mention of the name has you whipping your head back to the frozen state of the tall man standing behind you, his stare flicking between the woman in question and the image of their hands locked.

“Hi…Im-um-Im Y/N… Nice to meet you both!” You extend your hand, shaking the tall stranger's big hand, taking in his appearance. He was incredibly handsome, almost intimidating so, with his black short hair slicked back, and black eyes sweeping a quick look of the entirety of you, making you feel the urge to cover yourself up. His physique though, took most of your attention, with his sweater clinging onto his entire torso. Saeri takes your hand next, her soft hand gently holding onto yours, as she shyly greets you. And wow. You understood the desire kai seemed to have for her, her breathtaking appearance had you quite noticeably entranced. Her soft brown hair reached her shoulders, eyes as brown as Kai’s, lips plump and soft, every feature perfectly fitting her face.

“Its nice to meet you, Y/N.” Her smile seemed mostly genuine and sweet, “And you know Kai…how?”

“Oh, we were just-”

“Ahh sorry, where are my manners…this is my girlfriend, Y/N.” You feel a hand slip through your hands, squeezing tightly, not enough to hurt but enough to feel the tension coursing through them. Your eyes widen, staring at the interlocked hands, and then back at the once stumbling character of Kai, no longer shy and nervous, but now full of anger.

Girlfriend!?

You wait for him to look back at you, to motion a ��what the hell is going on?!’ look but the smug face on Youngsoo keeps his full attention, probably forgetting that the object of his desires is in front of him as well.

“This is your girlfriend? L-like she agreed to BE your girlfriend?”

You can't help but make a face at the comment, what the hell is this guys problem?

After a moment, he can only laugh in shock, seemingly unconvinced.

“Well, I mean, congratulations… thats like what? Your first girlfriend ever?”

“Youngsoo.” Saeri, who looked embarrassed and sorry, looked at Kai's face, which had been trying really hard to not drop in disappointment.

“Oh, come on…Just teasing… we're all friends here! Right kai?”

“Kai…I didn't know you had a girlfriend…H-How nice!” Her smile doesn't meet her eyes as the first one she offered, and yet you didn't read much into it, more distracted by one of your rules, officially breaking in front of you.

“Yeah. It just happened…r-really sudden..” You squeeze his hand, earning a groan from him, stopping him from cementing the lie further and further.

“Well! Um… Its a good thing you still have your plus one! Y/n, I'm sure he has told you about the trip this week?”

You turn to him, when he softly squeezes your hand, his eyes surprisingly vulnerable and desperate. You only nod begrudgingly.

“Um…yes! Right! The trip!” You chuckle awkwardly.

“Great! So can you come?!”

“Oh I dont think-”

“Its so last-”

While you and Kai try to make some type of excuse, Youngsoo lets out a judgmental laugh.

“Oh come on, Saeri! Youre setting him up…Kai will probably bore her to death after a couple of hours…let alone for a week…No offense, lil cuz.”

“And I'm assuming you're the life of the party?” you ask, already growing tired of his sly comments.

He shrugs, a smile playing on his lips.

“We will be there, actually. Count us in!” Kai disrupts the tension, and you can't help but again, stare at him in shock. Saeri and Youngsoo dont seem to notice, as Saeri cheers lightly and Youngsoo rolls his eyes.

“Really?! That's great! The group is gonna be so happy to see you again Kai! Y/n, they're gonna love you! I'll have you guys added to the group chat, Kai I'll text the details, ‘kay?” She leans in to give him a kiss on the cheek, before making eye contact with you, and instead rubs his shoulder gently.

“See you there, little kai…” Youngsoo says, his smugness coming back, his smirk pissing you off.

Once they're gone, Kai and you stand in silence. Frozen by the absolute mess that is about to come. You quickly separate your hands.

“What the fuck, kai.”

“I'm so sorry.”

“You broke the rule, dude.”

“I just- he’s just...”

“No yeah, hes a fucking asshole. And Saeri?” He hasn't looked up, but you can see the frown fixed on his eyebrows.

“Oh… yeah that's, um, that's her.”

“You didn't tell me she was dating your cousin. I'm not exactly into the whole homewrecking.”

“I-” His face drops, “I didnt know either.” he puts his hand on his face, seemingly trying to wipe the look of betrayal. He sighs.

“Ill get you out of this okay… I just, in the heat of the moment…Im not boring.” his voice was no longer as excited and easy as they had been prior to the conversation. It was a nagging feeling knowing that the progress you had made with him had been deteriorating in front of you, from a relative at that.

You were starting to feel bad, watching him as he zoned out, probably thinking about the way Saeri’s thumb rubbed circles on Youngsoo’s hand, the way she would nudge him playfully, the look of pity in her eyes staring back at Kai. But you didnt know what was the best course of action, you were notorious for bad decisions according to your friends…this profession being a great example. So you stood and began to think, what do you do?

“Unless…” Kai says, focusing on the floor before looking back at you.

“Unless?”

“Y/N…double, Ill pay double.”

“Kai…what are you saying…”

“Come with me. Pretend to be my girlfriend.” His face is riddled with determination and pride, and you're once again shocked by the man standing in front of you.

“A-Are you insane?”

“Maybe. But I can't give up.”

“Kai, this is a terrible and I mean TERRIBLE idea. We're strangers, we hardly know anything about each other, and now you want me to pretend to know everything about you?”

“We can cosplay as a young couple, still feeling each other out, like we did today.”

You were staring at him in shock,not quite finding your words at the absolute ridiculousness that was spilling out of him. He's watching your eyes hopeful and you find it hard to be blunt.

You only knew one person that can lay it down thick, the only person who can handle this confrontation, with a firm stance.

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“So you want her,” Yunjin points at you, “to go on this friend reunion trip with you, pretending to be your girlfriend, so your cousin doesn't think you're a lying loser? ” Kai stands awkwardly, before nodding, and Yunjin stares between the two of you for a minute or two before shrugging.

“It wouldnt be a bad idea…”

“What?!”

“It would be like killing two birds with one stone… Kai doesnt look like a loser for lying about having a girlfriend and you get paid and a vacation! Aw lucky…”

“Are we forgetting the fact that the trip is THIS WEEKEND??? How the hell am I supposed to learn what a girlfriend knows in like 3 days?!”

“I-I can help you! Ill spill my guts, Ill tell you everything you need to know.”

“Kai… we can barely hold a conversation… how are we going to convince your entire friend group that we are not only compatible, but that we have feelings for each other?”

“I honestly don't know why you're so worried…you're literally in the business of cosplaying fake relationships.”

“Those are dates, not actual relationships, Yunjin.”

“Okay, so think of every day as a date?” Yunjin’s nonchalant attitude was starting to piss you off, yet you didn't know how to counter argue that, so you just sigh. You felt like you were losing a firm grip on this conversation.

“y/n, I-I know I broke the rule, and I-Im sorry, but I just really need your help…just this one week and you won't have to continue with the lessons after, I'll pay you the months worth for just this week. youngsoo…I'll just never live it down…please…I'll do anything.”

You watch him, those same unintentional puppy eyes never leaving yours, his hands intertwined together in a begging motion. You could just say no. no harm in just cutting off the deal now, telling him to get lost, you barely knew the guy, it shouldnt be that hard to do so. But having witness the small interaction and having spent all day with him and realizing that there was so much more that met the surface of him, it was hard to say no. Having this strange urge of protecting him, of helping him, it was making the rejection you had mustered up in you impossible. You finally roll your eyes.

“Dont make me regret this.”

A/N: YAYAYAY.... you made it to the end of the chapter! I had to make some type of movement in the story to get to the good stuff, perhaps next chapter we meet Kai's old friends >:3. Im excited! I hope you guys are too TEEHEE!! Anyways! tell me you love it, tell me you hate it, tell me it made your 15 min break go by slower or faster... TELL ME ANYTHING I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR IT!!

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penguinsnoot · 2 years ago

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20 Anime You Should Watch

I’ve been getting into anime again recently, and thought I’d share some that I like! These are in no particular order. I gave very short, simplistic descriptions of each show, but I recommend looking them up for full summaries to get a better idea of what they’re about.

1) Cells at Work! (2 seasons, 22 episodes) [Comedy]

Anthropomorphic cells living in a human’s body. Focuses on a red blood cell that frequently encounters a white blood cell during dangerous bodily infestations and illnesses.

2) Kaichou wa Maid-sama! (1 season, 26 episodes) [Comedy, Romance]

Focuses on the female school president of a previously all-male school who directs and rules over them harshly. She secretly works at a maid café, which is discovered by a popular male classmate of hers.

3) Ouran High School Host Club (1 season, 26 episodes) [Comedy, Romance]

Student Haruhi Fujioka stumbles upon a host club in the prestigious Ouran Academy. After accidentally breaking an expensive vase, she must work for the club to pay off her debt.

4) Lost Song (1 season, 12 episodes) [Music, Fantasy]

Rin is a girl from a small village who dreams of singing in the capital city. Her singing has the power to heal any wound. Rin and her brother, Al, journey to the capital when their home is attacked by soldiers hoping to capture Rin. Finis, who also has a magical voice, performs for the royal palace. She falls in love with a soldier named Henry and must hide their relationship from the prince. She and Rin have intersecting destinies and both struggle with the terrible circumstances that life throws at them.

5) Clannad (2 seasons, 47 episodes) [Drama, Romance, Supernatural]

Delinquent Tomoya meets ill Nagisa and they become friends. Along with four other girls, Tomoya decides to help Nagisa revive the school’s drama club. He finds himself helping each girl with their respective problems and learns that life may not be as dull as he once thought.

6) Fruits Basket (3 seasons, 64 episodes) [Drama, Romance, Supernatural]

Homeless Tohru Honda moves in with members of the mysterious Soma family. When she accidentally learns of the family’s curse of them turning into animals when embraced by a member of the opposite sex, she resolves to help them figure out how to lift the curse.

7) Kamisama Hajimemashita (2 seasons, 25 episodes) [Comedy, Fantasy, Romance]

Offered a home by a man being attacked by a dog, Nanami is surprised to find a seemingly abandoned shrine. When she tried to leave, she is confronted by the spirits of the shrine. Tomoe, the fox spirit, leaves angrily when he realizes it is not the land god, Mikage, who has entered their home and that he instead sent a human girl as replacement. Refusing to remain homeless, Nanami decided to serve the shrine and ends up forming a sealed contract with Tomoe when she kisses him.

8) Princess Jellyfish (1 season, 11 episodes) [Comedy, Slice-of-life]

Tsukimi is an introvert with a love for jellyfish living with other socially isolated women in Tokyo. One day, she meets someone beautiful who looks like a princess and helps her save a jellyfish from a local pet store. The beautiful princess is revealed to actually be a crossdressing man named Kuranosuke. Despite their aversion to men and socializing in general, Kuranosuke resolves to help the women become more confident in themselves.

9) Soul Eater (1 season, 51 episodes) [Action, Comedy, Fantasy]

Follows three sets of meisters and their weapons as they fight demons and witches to obtain the status of Death Scythes. They attend a school founded by Lord Death and learn the best ways to recognize and defeat these evil entities.

10) Yuri on Ice (1 season, 12 episodes) [Sports, Romance]

Figure skater Yuri meets champion skater Victor, who claims he is going to be Yuri’s new mentor. Yuri accepts and goes on a difficult journey of training in the world of competitive ice skating.

11) BNA: Brand New Animal (1 season, 12 episodes) [Action, Fantasy, Comedy]

Michiru, after becoming a newly formed beastman, travels to Anima City, a safe haven for people like her. After witnessing an explosion during a celebration, she is confronted by detective Shirou Ogami. They team up to pursue the criminals involved with the explosion and discover why Michiru has suddenly started to turn into a Tanuki after being human all her life.

12) Japan Sinks: 2020 (1 season, 10 episodes) [Drama, Sci-fi]

Ayumu and family’s life is turned upside down when an earthquake strikes and obliterates Japan’s structural integrity. The Mutou family must find a way to survive and get out of the country before the entirety of Japan sinks into the ocean.

13) Toradora (1 season, 25 episodes) [Drama, Romance]

Gentle yet fierce-looking Ryuji forms an unlikely friendship with sharp-tongued and violent Taiga. They try to help one another confess to their crushes while growing closer along the way.

14) A3! (2 seasons, 24 episodes) [Drama, Slice-of-life, Comedy]

Izumi confronts the loan sharks who are after money from her father’s run-down theater. She plans to bring the theater back into the spotlight and pay of the debt with the help from an all-male acting troupe.

15) Monthly Girls’ Nozaki-kun (1 season, 12 episodes) [Comedy, Romance]

Chiyo has a crush on her schoolmate, Nozaki, and confesses to him, but he mistakes her as a fan of his manga and gives her an autograph. Saying she wants to be with him, Nozaki invites her to help him with his drawings. Chiyo hopes that by helping Nozaki, he will eventually take notice of her romantic feelings for him.

16) Wotakoi: Love is Hard for Otaku (1 season, 11 episodes) [Romance, Comedy]

Narumi and Hirotaka knew each other when they were younger and end up working in the same office. They decide to start dating, but find that their respective interests make it difficult to create romantic situations.

17) K-On! (2 seasons, 39 episodes, 1 film) [Comedy, Slice-of-life]

Five high school students become friends and bandmates as they form the next generation of their school’s Light Music Club.

18) Violet Evergarden (1 season, 13 episodes, 2 films) [Fantasy, Drama]

Amidst working for a ghostwriting agency, past soldier Violet Evergarden learns to reconnect with her feelings while trying to understand the final words her commander left her with.

19) Given (1 season, 11 episodes, 1 film) [Drama, Romance]

Prepared to give up music for good, Ritsuka changes his mind after meeting Mafuyu. He gives Mafuyu guitar lessons in the hopes of making the other boy the lead singer for his band.

20) Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai (1 season, 13 episodes, 1 film) [Drama, Romance, Supernatural]

Sakuta suffers from puberty-syndrome and sees a bunny girl that is invisible to others. When he meets the girl in real life, he realizes she’s going through her own problems and becomes attached to the bunny girl.

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hashtagloveloses · 2 years ago

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a lot of people are saying that narratively it would be anticlimactic if it isn’t gojo who defeats kenjaku, bc kenny is in geto’s body. but gojo’s sealing scene airing in the anime this week reminded me of something - as far we know, kenny STILL doesn’t know much about yuta as a sorcerer. he hasn’t learned more during the culling games (as far as i remember?), so he doesn’t know (bc geto didn’t know) that yuta is a special grade on his own, and cursed rika, not the other way around.

which means when gojo before being sealed says that yuta will beat kenny, while kenny laughs it off in shibuya, i think in the end gojo will be right. obviously the final fight has to be yuji vs sukuna. and specifically yuji and megumi’s soul vs sukuna, to parallel and tie up megumi vs sukuna and yuji’s soul. but just like this story has multiple protagonists, it also has multiple villains - the person who it makes the most sense to be the final face off for kenjaku is YUTA.

1) yuta has defeated geto’s cursed techniques before.

2) narratively it would be full circle if gojo’s student and teachings defeats the ancient curse user who stole gojo’s beloved’s body. especially if gojo died before he could properly mourn geto’s body like he said he wanted. there’s also a theory that with gojo dead, yuta could copy the six eyes + limitless, but even without that, it would work.

3) the main theme of jjk is BREAKING LITERAL GENERATIONAL CURSES. if the only special grade sorcerer left alive (Yuta), trained by Gojo who mentored a new gen to operate differently and care about each other and change jujutsu society, defeats one of the most powerful curse user’s of ancient times (Kenjaku), it will be a symbolic defeat of the cycle, and of the new finally exorcising the bad of the old.

#original post #jujutsu kaisen #jjk spoilers #jjk 236 #jjk theory #satoru gojo #satosugu #yuta okkotsu #kenjaku #shibuya arc #sukuna

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sugusoneandonly · 1 year ago

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Quixotic - STSG - ch 1

satosugu x fem!reader . ft. model!gojo & designer!geto

!! do not repost/copy on any other platform !! if u do at least lmk where and give creds 😒 !! pls don’t tho <3

cw: power dynamics/imbalance?? ,, established!stsg (no cheating) ,, webtoon inspired & lwk self-indulgent 😞 ,, y/n may be unlikable idk ntm on her guys 🥰

exes to lovers (gojo) ,, one-sides enemies to lovers w geto ,, very feminine + slight meek reader??

a/n!! :: hi this is my first fic ,, have mercy <33

some prior info for now i will add more later (and clean it up)

- not much of an age gap, suguru is js very successful at a young age.

- takes place 2 years after their breakup (mc | satoru)

- y/n is currently a fashion major in her final year of college and fortunately lives near her college and the shadowing program.

- the general plot is y/n is shadowing (following around, studying, etc. not rlly working for him

- NOTTT really real life accurate 🥰

Had you known that coming across your biggest idol would come along with meeting your oh so beloved ex, you would’ve thrown away whatever dreams had clouded your ambitious mind. Yet lo and behold, in front of you stood one of the most renowned fashion designers in the industry with your ex-boyfriend hanging off of him as a price tag (a very expensive tag for that matter).

Suguru Geto stood with pride as his spine and extravagance as his feet, hair that could’ve been painted with the midnight sky half up while the rest cascaded down his back. With an arm on his shoulder, and hair that would make the moon had Suguru’s been the sky, stood Satoru Gojo, your beloved ex. Both men dressed to the nines, outfits that were worth your monthly rent each.

You had cursed the creak of the door that had announced your entrance when you saw them. Gojo however, remained unaware of the stress that climbed your body. Instead, his lifted his eyes to meet yours, blinking back yet letting a small grin tickle his face. “Y/N!” his voice had drawn Suguru’s eyes to follow his line of sight like a siren.

Now, you and Gojo hadn’t had a horrendous break-up (although it’s after affects on you weren’t quite so), in fact it was rather peaceful (while it lasted). Gojo had called your 2 years of love off when he decided that he wanted to pursue a bigger, grander, future, one that apparently hadn’t included you. While he had wanted to go out, meet new people, flitter about the industry, the strain of a relationship had left awkward stains on his work. Especially certain modeling gigs that made him some extra cash.

It was your final year out of college and as one of the top students in your major, you had been provided a shadowing opportunity with various fashion designers to mentor the new rising generation of fashion. However, the pairings were randomized and the last person you’d expect to be yours was one of the greatest and youngest designers, who was also rumored to be your exes lover. How romantic. You had come across Geto’s work originally in a magazine for your project, and had looked him up online. While doing your extended research, you had seen the bright face of Gojo on several of his posts wearing his designs. Immediately you fell in love with his success, ethic, and designs. Dresses so intricate and suits embellished, as if they had walked straight of the manhwas you read.

Geto’s brow had raised at the mention of your name, no doubt familiar with it and the story that may have came with it. His eyes pierced through you, a small hum and what appeared to be a shadow of discontent danced over his face before it went away. He had leaned closer into Gojo after a thorough inspection of you. the rumors hold true then

“Hi.” slipped through your lips at last, however, meek. You feel 12 again showcasing your painting to the old judges in an art contest. Not an ounce of professionalism. Perhaps it wasn’t to late to run out yet.

“Y/N? I heard lots about you” Suguru’s voice came out like silk drowned in a snakes hiss, anxiety bubbled in your blood. “Good things I hope..I look forward to working with you..?” His lack of facial response had you lost in which direction to move this conversation. Instead of a response he simply hummed at looked back at the paper in his hands. Gojo, just as awkward standing beside him.

I wanna go home

©sugusoneandonly 2024

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astro-nomaly · 3 months ago

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also how many AUs do you have in your brain?? because I'm betting there's a LOT and I would love to hear some lore (I'm gonna conspiracy theory the shit out of these)

That’s a loaded question man but uh I’ll try to list them. Ig this is like a master post for my AU’s lol. Ninjago AU’s alone:

1. To Kill A Legend. Ninjago x Breath of the Wild fusion fic where Lloyd is the Prince of Hyrule and has to save all his dead siblings from giant mechanical dragon monsters and also kick Overlord ass. My current fic ofc 🫶

a. Calamity Hero: au of TKAL where the Shrine of Resurrection doesn’t work and Lloyd is reincarnated. New Lloyd has to deal with everyone treating him like his predecessor. Takes place only 16 years after the Calamity and not canon

b. Hero of Legend (is it an au if it’s canon to the main au?) basically just the first ever hero of destiny

c. Hero of Time (canon to TKAL): traveled the time stream to fight the Time Twins and man am I tired of the word time. Doomed by the narrative

d. True Prince (name pending/semi-canon to TKAL I haven’t decided) wherein everyone thinks Morro is the hero of destiny but it’s actually Lloyd, who was adopted into the royal family

e. Oni Hero (canon to TKAL): a hero of destiny who beat back an invading Oni army. TKAL Lloyd’s direct predecessor

f. A potential sequel to TKAL that I don’t have a name for yet. Morro is possessing ya boy and Lloyd gets to deal with another eldritch monstrosity

2. The Graveyard Shift aka the love of my life. Modern au with ghost magic. Lloyd, Harumi, and Akita are all best friends - Conduit, Quiet One, and Red are mortal enemies. The unbreakable bonds of love ig. I WILL be writing this trust. (It uh. It has a playlist. Some songs are just for vibes, some directly reflect the characters and no I won’t be saying which is which)

a. Attack Dog au. Harumi blackmails Akita into helping her kidnap the Conduit. My favorite spin-off of the graveyard shift

b. Bad Ending - harumi makes the wrong decision in either one of two situations and dooms the narrative

c. Obligatory swap AU where they swap places lol

d. Mentor AU where Mystake isn’t killed and lives to mentor Lloyd

e. Time loop au. Lloyd accidentally triggers a time loop over Jamanakai and everything ends well for a change

f. Sidekick AU. Basically what was the original version of TGS where instead of trying to murder him, Red is basically Lloyd’s animal sidekick. She’s only ever in her wolf form while they’re dealing with the Quiet One and he has no idea she’s a person. He thinks she’s a weirdly liminal dog or smth idk

g. Painted Skin AU. Harumi is a Painted Skin Demon, so she doesn’t have to murder people to turn into them. Being a demon somehow makes her more redeemable

h. Jfc this is getting ridiculous okay uhm. Enemy of My Enemy AU (name pending) where Harumi snatches Lloyd before any of the Conduit-Quiet One-Red shenanigans happen, Akita still figures out her best friends are a cultist and the Conduit respectively and goes on a reluctant mission to save Lloyd, Lloyd tries his hand at redeeming Harumi while trapped in a cult, and Harumi realizes how bad she is at her job. I hate myself.

3. Sword and Shield. In an effort to use his son’s power for himself, evil demigod of destruction Garmadon turns Lloyd into a living weapon. Brad finds Lloyd in an abandoned monastery 50 years later and they fall in love on a quest to break his curse. Fluffy ❤️ I’m probably also going to eventually write this bc I love it

a. Armor AU. Garmadon manages to hold onto Lloyd and use Magic Sword Demigod to conquer most of Ninjago. Brad, part of a rebel force, is sent in as a spy for an upcoming assassination on the Emperor. In a twist of fate, he ends up accidentally kidnapping Garmadon’s most prized and valuable weapon.

b. Fuckin uh Helm AU idk I’m trying to theme these aus on weaponry. I blame Missa for this. Basically Lloyd doesn’t get to shapeshift into human form, he’s legit just. Stuck as a sword but he can appear as like. A reflection almost? Like the image of a person in the blade of the sword and Brad can talk to him. Brad is the only one who can hear/see him, and Lloyd is straight up just Stuck like that. Fuck me and my adhd goddammit

4. Who You Gon’ Call? Morro isn’t a bad guy in Posession and he and Lloyd team up to trick/sabotage the other ghosts and stop the Preeminent before she can bust out

5. The Final Phonecall. Not my au, it belongs to @thegreengoose22 but I’ve been writing the fic for it

6. Emotional Support Werewolf. Akita is stolen from the Never Realm by some asshole and stuck in wolf form. She ends up in a shelter by circumstance and is adopted by the other ninja looking to get the (insanely depressed) Green Ninja an emotional support animal. Thinking of writing this au as a oneshot

7. *sigh* uh Greenflower Timeloop au that I don’t have an actual name for yet. Brad Tudabone is a victim of timelooping every time he dies (from increasingly ridiculous causes) and Lloyd is the Life/Time witch sent to figure it out. They fall in love and Garmadon doesn’t understand how shovel talks work (hint: they don’t involve using an actual shovel on your son’s soulmate)

8. Fucking Christ okay Meant to be Mine AU where Harumi’s been stalking Lloyd since they broke up, and in a desperate bid for her to get the memo that he’s uninterested, Lloyd finds a guy to date until she leaves him alone. Cue her trying to murder Brad Tudabone, and Brad (insane) agreeing to the fake dating situation while they figure out how to make her stop already. This isn’t fleshed out at all and it is in fact inspired entirely from Never Ever Getting Rid of Me from the Waitress musical

9. The Tansy Means ‘Fuck You’ AU wherein Lloyd Garmadon and Brad Tudabone have been anonymously competing in their local art competition for 6 months, and desperately need to send their art rival a ‘fuck you’ boquet of epic proportions. (@weekend-whip this is your fault)

10. Motherfucker. Okay uhhhhhh Key to your Dragon’s Heart AU (yes I know the name is corny idgaf) wherein Lloyd Garmadon is a very powerful, very beautiful witch everyone wants to marry, and Brad Tudabone is not exempt from that list. This is slightly crack and also based off that old tumblr post about the shapeshifting cat witch

11. Coat Rack. Jfc okay Brad meets Lloyd, the restricted and super unwilling spouse of some rich fuck who stole his animal pelt, effectively trapping him in marriage, and helps get the pelt back and falls in love along the way. It’s a selkie au idk what else you want from me

12. I’m accepting my fate: Princess Bride AU. It’s the Princess Bride but with Greenflower idk what else I can say here

13. Thumbelina au. Technically crack but knowing me I’ll be thinking about it for a while so. Here. Thumbelina Greenflower whatever

14. Bedrock. A random Steven Universe au that hasn’t left me alone for over 3 years but I will literally never write. I go insane making up Gem culture and religion and a whole war doing a societal reformation- I was crazy. I’m still crazy. Don’t ever think I’m not crazy

15. Crossroads AU. Instead of staying at the monastery post-merge, Lloyd goes out to find the rest of his family himself. Along the way, he adopts a new friend group of one-off minor characters from older seasons

16. The Thing About Mom. Another Steven Universe au where Lars died during the Gem war on earth and Rose brought him back as a pink zombie. He and Steven meet and become brothers

17. (Jfc-) okay Full Diamond AU where Steven is raised on Homeworld as Pink Diamond, and utterly spoiled but ultimately trapped just like his mom was. For his birthday - or whatever the equivalent is on Homeworld - he’s given a very special present: a human named “Con-nie”. Who is. Less than pleased.

I’m. I’m insane. I have a lot of AUs. I have too many aus. These are just the ones I actively think about. I’ll answer asks about any one of these I love them so much you don’t UNDERSTAND

#lego ninjago #ninjago #lloyd garmadon #ninjago au #the graveyard shift #to kill a legend #my au tag #steven universe au #sword and shield #asks open #send asks #answered asks #ninjago fanfiction #my fanfic writing #my fanfic tag

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night-night-stories-before-bed · 7 months ago

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Masterlist

Jjk

- There will be peace when we are done (Bottom!Gojo/ Top!Male!Reader)

Scream

- Nightly Banters (Ghostface/Gn!Reader)

- You shouldn't have done that (Ghostface/Gn!Reader)

- Partners in crime (Ghostface/Gn!Reader)

Batman

- Don't Take My Sunshine Away (Bruce Wayne/Male!Reader) 1, 2, 3, 4

- Dirty Heart (Bruce Wayne/Vampire!MaleReader)

Harry Potter

- Two birds on a wire (Severus/Male!Reader)

- A taste of irony (Sirius Black/Male!Reader) (coming soon)

Supernatural

- A horned protector (Dean & Demon!Male!Reader)

- No loyalty, none except from him! (Dean/Demon!Male!Reader) (coming soon)

Stranger Things

- The sins of our fathers (Billy Hargroves/Male!Reader)

COD

- You are home (Simon Riley/Male!Reader)

- No one is left behind (Simon Riley/Male!Reader)

Iron Man

- You truly are a merchant of Death (Tony Stark/Cult Leader!Male!Reader)

- In exchange for two drops of blood (Tony Stark/Cult Leader!Male!Reader)

- ‘Cause you are mine (Yandere!Tony!Stark/Male!Reader)

Miraculous Lady Bug

- Hate me, love me, you can't live without me (Bottom!Gabriel/Male!Reader)

Spider-Man across the multiverse

- 1, 2, 3 scammers get scammed (Miles Morales & Mentor!Male!Reader)

- Like an animal (Miguel O’Hara/Male!Reader) (coming soon)

Interview with the vampire

- Broken Angel (Lestat/Male!Reader)

- Drama Queen (Lestat/Male!Reader)

The Flash

- As One (Barry Allen/Male!Reader)

One Piece

- Drowning his sorrow until he forget (Shanks/Male!Reader)

- Calmer Days (coming soon) (Mihawk/Male!Reader)

Dead Space

- Haunted second part(coming soon) (Isaac Clarke/Male!Reader)

Halloween

- Cursed (Micheal Myers/Witchy!Gn!Reader)

- The Darkest Night (Micheal Myers/Male!Reader) (coming soon)

The boys

- Shameless (Homelander/Male!Reader)

Pokemon

- Cockblocked (Leon/Male!Reader)

Gravity Falls

- Of broken bones and broken hearts (past Stanford/Male!Reader & present Stanley/Male!Reader)

The rings of power/Lord of the rings/The Hobbit

- No longer you (Sauron/Maiar!Gn!Reader & Gil Galad/Maiar!Gn!Reader) 1, 2, 3, …

- From the Shadows (Coming soon) (Bilbo & Male!Maiar!Reader)

Naruto

Arcane

- Breaking the cycle (Silco/Male!Reader Jinx & Male!Reader)

Helluva Boss

- Throwing oil on the fire (Satan/Prince!Male!Reader Stolas & Prince!Male!Reader (Brothers))

Hazbin hotel

- Surprising Love (Alastor/Deer!Demon!Male!reader)

- Birds of a feather (Lucifer/Archangel!Male!Reader)

Dune

- Dreams from the Deep (Duke Leto/Male!Reader) (coming soon) 1, 2, 3, …

Criminal Minds

- Endless Nightmares (Aaron Hotchner/Lover!Unsub!Male!Reader) (Coming soon)

Marvel

- A bitter taste of truth (Bucky Barnes/Spy!Male!Reader) (coming soon)

- At the edge of reality (Stephen Strange/Cultist!Male!Reader) (coming soon)

The monstrumologist series

- Like blood upon the snow (Pellinore Warthrop/Male Reader) 1, 2, 3, … (coming soon)

Godzilla

- Forever with you (Godzilla & Male!Reader) (coming soon)

Transformers

- Lonely Road (Optimus Prime & Male!Reader) (coming soon)

Hotel Transilvania

- Let us fall in love again (Dracula/Male!Reader) (coming soon) 1, 2, 3

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frailsituation · 4 months ago

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Tips for building immersive plots

1. Start with your core idea

• Every plot begins with a spark—a question, a concept, or a character. Build from that seed.

• How? Ask, "What excites me about this story?" and focus your energy there.

• Example: A story about a magical curse could explore themes of redemption or betrayal.

2. Brainstorm freely

• Don’t start by thinking about structure. Instead, write down every idea you have—plot points, character traits, world details—without judgment.

• How? Use mind maps, lists, or “what if” questions to expand your ideas.

• Example: “What if two rival kingdoms were forced to unite to stop a shared enemy?”

3. Map out key events

• Divide your plot into beginning, middle, and end, and identify major turning points. These events should shape the character’s journey.

• How? Use the three-act structure, or simply think in terms of setup, confrontation, and resolution.

• Example:

Beginning: A thief steals a sacred artifact.

Middle: The artifact begins to curse them, forcing them to seek help.

End: They must choose between keeping the artifact’s power or destroying it.

4. Plan with cause and effect

• Immersive plots follow logical progression. Ask yourself: “What happens because of this event?” for every key moment.

• How? Make sure each event impacts the characters or world.

• Example: A hero saves a village → the village leader reveals a secret about the hero’s past → this drives the hero to confront their estranged parent.

5. Flesh out your subplots

• Subplots add depth and make your world feel real. Tie them to the main plot for maximum impact.

• How? Use subplots to explore secondary characters, add emotional stakes, or introduce twists.

• Example: While on a mission to defeat a villain, the hero struggles to repair their broken friendship with their ally.

6. use story beats to stay organized

• Break your story into smaller moments: inciting incident, midpoint twist, climax, resolution.

• How? Write one sentence for each beat to outline the flow of your story.

• Example:

Inciting incident: A cursed item bonds to the protagonist.

Midpoint: They discover the curse is tied to a powerful enemy.

Climax: They must sacrifice their freedom to destroy the curse.

7. Think of immersive twists

• Twists keep readers engaged and make your story unforgettable. They should feel earned, not random.

• How? Ask, "What would surprise the reader but make sense in hindsight?"

• Example: The mentor helping the hero turns out to have caused the conflict in the first place.

8. Build emotional stakes

• Plot isn’t just about events—it’s about how those events affect your characters. The stakes should feel deeply personal.

• How? Tie the plot to your protagonist’s fears, desires, and growth.

• Example: A hero who’s afraid of failure is forced to lead a mission where the cost of failure is catastrophic.

9. Create a planning routine

• Writing immersive plots takes time and refinement. Set aside regular sessions to brainstorm, refine, and test your ideas.

• How? Use tools like storyboarding, sticky notes, or apps like Scrivener to organize your ideas.

• Example: Start each session by reviewing your previous notes, then tackle one section of your plot.

10. Test your plot

• Once you’ve mapped out your story, summarize it to see if it holds together. Does each event flow logically? Are the stakes clear?

• How? Share your outline with a friend or writer’s group for feedback.

• Example: “A reluctant hero must destroy a magical artifact to save their world, but doing so will cost them their memories.”

Follow for more!

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lemontarto · 12 days ago

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i know you said you shan’t but truly if you ever wanna i would love to hear abt ur pyro!fitz ideas because… 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀…

1 thing abt me I AM EASILY PEER PRESSURED...

once again... hi cas @everyonehasthoughts <3

the thing abt pyro fitz is like its an au within an au with an au. two levels of hell but also kind of three.

level 1 - the one where he manifests during alden's mind break and hides it until fintans mind healing. more on that below

level 2 - mentor gethen spinoff where gethen triggers his pyrokinesis and umm. mansplain manipulate not so much malewife (unless you count elwin???)

LEVEL 1:

smthng smthgn luzia vacker voting to ban pyrokinesis/ most vackers intentionally inhibition of manifestation to the point where the ability is extremely dormant

fitz manifests during aldens mindbreak when theres a lot of emotional turmoil. he cannot expose this Especially as a Vacker lest he be put under more pressure

then comes fintan's mind healing and the everblaze. fitz tries to control it (but is clearly inexperienced) and fintan realizes this, cant resist a young pyrokinetic, scoops him off.

fitz is presumed dead

(also time to mention that he sustained scars from the destruction of oblivimyre. they're shaped like tears)

fitz is not brought to the neverseen. fintan at least realizes he would never agree under those circumstances, so he is isolated.

fintan convinces fitz he is too dangerous and everyone will hate him if he goes back, makes him think HE triggered the everblaze

somewhere along the way the song twins come across him, befriend him, and convince him to escape. linh parallels with atlantis and hydrokinesis etc. soray marella....

then neverseen exillium era where he's reunited with the rest of the keeper crew!!!!! however he hides his identity with a mask. tam tells them its cuz of his scars (which isn't that far off but its more related to the fact that he's scared of how they'll react).

also note fitz does not attend exillium during this time but helps the twins look over their camp. (this probably gives him more insight into the gnome issue later but i just thought of this implication now whoopsies !!)

thats the extent of this au actually. uhhh he comes back to elvin society 4ever changed amen yayy

LEVEL 2:

again w the extremely suppressed pyrokinesis

gethen triggers it when he senses fitzs potential while reading his mind during the troll baby hive confrontation. none of those words were in english

the main thing he notices is how hot it is & how similar it is to fintan n brants minds

also note that in terms of keefe's weird ability detecting shit(whichhh is later but if this were the scenario) he would not register this as pyrokinesis. like with the telepath emotional center with all the feelings correlated with certain colors and sensations -> keefe is like. bro why are you so pissed . fitz is like wtf are u talking abt

also something something how forkle triggers sophies abilities. tho gethen may not possess as much prowess as the forkman so he has other... unconventional methods

(he is not exempt from arson just bc he is not a pyrokinetic. in fact i think he would be even more inclined to set a forest on fire)

with this strategy gethens all "ur the only one who can save them (gnomes??/ trees??). or it or whatever" and fitz says 'HOW?!?!?! theres no water no floof dust or wtv etc etc' and gethen watches until fitzs instincts kick in

this leaves fitz very vulnerable to gethen. sorry we cannot stop giving him bad mentors its like the anakin palpatine curse

fast forward to some standoff and theres flames nearby that get larger as fitz gets angrier (most likely due to alvar....)

sophie calls marella to make her stop it and shes like wdym that aint me and i cant stop it and then it becomes clear that they're behaving according to fitz's feelings. but they wont address that will they

gethen taunting fitz YIPPE

laterr marella goes to fintan in his stupid ice cage and demands he tell her how to control other pyrokinetics' flames, in which he realises theres Another one

goes 'you sly dog gethen youu'

gethen who feeds the fire in fitz via emotional center (either transmitting crazy ideas as he does orrr triggering memories)

and then on the offshore there's grady and something abt a sophitz/jolie brant parallel. he warns fitz about his potential , yada yada yada. The end ish ! thanks for reading dont forget to like & subscribe 🤩🤩

#the gremlins in my basement #kotlc #fitz vacker #pyro fitz au #yall have no idea how many aus just sit in our dms forever. collecting dust...#necromycologist

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zan-the-second · 1 month ago

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Brainrot so bad I'm making a Taylor Swift playlist AND I'm making up song titles for the cover

Made in here

Ramblings about the songs and what I think they sound like below the cut :P

Most of the titles are straight from the movie and book, the others are my own personal naming convention for certain themes and scenes.

As for the tracklist it mostly follows the plot of the movie and book in Aldo's pov. Each song loosely based on a Bellini scene.

Sound-wise I thinks it's like if Midnights and TTPD had a baby with a sprinkle of folkmore. I just think Aldo's got that Midnights vibe in him.

NOW FOR THE SONGS(yes there are 13 of them ;))

Track 1-Secrets Of The State

Loosely inspired by State of Grace

Just Aldo's musings about his tenure as Secretary of State and also being one of if not the closest to the late Holy Father

Lowkey Lucky One and Nothing New coded

Sound-wise it's like if Lavender Haze and I Can Do It With A Broken Heart had a baby

chess metaphors(of course) with Aldo feeling like a pawn in his mentor's game

Lord, what would become of me when I've lost my novelty?

Track 2-Loved More Than Anyone

First of all, I need to preface that I'm INSANE about this line WHY DID THEY CUT IT

Heavily Maroon-inspired(which is funny bc it's also the track 2 of Midnights)

that's a real fucking legacy to leave vs that's a real fucking legacy, to leave HAUNTS ME AND IS SO ALDO WITH THE PREVIOUS POPE

Those two make me insane THOMAS WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE LOVED HIM MORE THAN ANYONE

very my tears ricochet core with the mentor-mentee relationship

what am I supposed to do when there's no you?

Imagine you loved someone so much and believed in their ideas and now they're gone and you don't know where to put this love

no other notes other than imagine Maroon but about this gay cardinal

Track 3-No Sane Man

Lowkey his I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

him just going 'bro why do you all WANT this???'

His Anti-Hero really

Basically just his auditorium speech in the movie of being like these are the things I stand for and I will not change them take it or leave it

But with an undercurrent of WHY IS IT NOT ENOUGH WHY CAN'T I BE ENOUGH

I stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror

I can go anywhere I want just not home

Track 4-Know In My Heart

This is his marjorie

Him asking for advice from either God or the Previous Pope

Production style similar to The Archer

Just the mounting dread and anxiety

In a way also very Dear Reader

never take advice from someone whose falling apart

my fourth drink in my hand, these desperate prayers of a cursed man

Him grappling with his ambitions and dreams all the while knowing he isn't brave enough to pursue it so he just pretends he doesn't want it

Lowkey a denial song imagine him going 'I swear I don't want this thing I swear' then it's just him telling how wonderful must it be to have this thing(Is this about Lawrence or the Papacy?👀)

Track 5-Precious Doubts

NOW FOR THE DIVORCE

Some TayLore for those unfamiliar: Track 5s are her most vulnerable/personal songs

A lot of her heartbreak songs are Track 5s think All Too Well, Dear John, and So Long London

This is THE So Long London of the album

If tolerate it was in Midnights

Highkey very loml coded

This is the song that dives into his relationship with Lawrence and the trust and grief and heartbreak and doubts they both carry

HE WAS SUNSHINE I WAS MIDNIGHT RAIN

he wanted it comfortable I wanted that PAIN he wanted a bride I WAS MAKING MY OWN NAME CHASING THAT FAME

Track 6-It Is War

The Great War but without the reconciliation at the end

lowkey You're Losing Me

I'm fading thinking do something, babe, say something, lose something, babe, risk something, choose something, babe, I got nothing to believe

somewhere in the haze got the sense I've been betrayed

Him just BEGGING Lawrence to pick a side. Either support him or break his heart just be DONE with this

Track 7-Search Your Heart

Very Question...? inspired

I Wish You Would coded

Regret and all the feelings that come with it

A more subdued version of It Is War still bitter but less angry

Lowkey him wishing Lawrence would apologize LMAO

How You Get The Girl and The Other Side Of The Door core

doesn't everything feel like second best after that meteor strike?

Track 8-Breaking Of A Seal

MY BOY ONLY BREAKS HIS FAVORITE TOYS!!!!

HE WAS MY BESTFRIEND AND THAT WAS THE WORST PART

Just the metaphor of breaking things. Trust between him and Lawrence being broken when Lawrence broke Vatican law and when he refused to continue his candidacy.

I can kinda hear sounding like Down Bad

just the eraticness and otherworldly sound

first verse is very subdued and quiet but then the seal cracks before the chorus and the production shifts into a heavier synth

once I fix me he's gonna miss me

Track 9-Burn Them

High Infidelity coded

I bent the truth too far tonight I was dancing around it

Do you really wanna know where I was April 29th? Implying he took Tremblay's offer

His entire convo with Lawrence about the simony papers

Conflicting feelings of knowing what he's doing is wrong BUT also being so fucking tired and cannot deal with the alternative

Track 10-Pope John

Ngl this is only here because of Dear John

Afterglow coded

tell me that you're still mine tell me that we'll be just fine

Apology WITH tears

is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head?

Similar to ivy production-wise ESPECIALLY the bridge

Track 11-Firm Hand Of Yours

Quite possibly the horniest song in the album

Think So It Goes..., Guilty as Sin?, and I Can See You vibes

If that Eras Tour Dress x Afterglow mashup was a singular song

LOWKEY I Can Fix Him(No Really I Can) because I find it funny

you're good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger I can fix him no really I can

now you hang from my lips like the gardens of Babylon

Production is very if reputation and TTPD had a baby

Track 12-Moth Of Holiness

Lawrellini's Labyrinth or Sweet Nothing production and lyric-wise

everyone's up to something I find myself running home to your sweet nothings

lowkey invisible string with how they'll always return to one another

I drive down different roads but they all lead back to you

cowboy like me coded too

I got some tricks up my sleeve takes one to know one

Track 13-Checkmate

Basically Mastermind sound-wise

more chess metaphors(coming full circle from Secrets of the State)

Very Clara Bow lyrically especially with the ending kinda comparing Vincent to the previous Pope

you're the new god worth worshipping promise to be dazzling

YOU GOT EDGE SHE NEVER DID

THE CROWN IS STAINED BUT YOU'RE THE REAL QUEEN

#aldo bellini #conclave #lawrellini #vatican mean girls #firm hand of yours #zan screams #I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS #i love combining my interests #the lord didn't give me any musical talent because if i did I'd be UNSTOPPABLE #might write lyrics for some of these #we'll see where the hyperfixation takes us #bro istg this woman grabbed my music taste by the throat and did not let go #ASK ME ABOUT THESE I BEG #Search Your Heart is him going 'hi lods ako pa rin ba?' HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA #Loved More Than Anyone would've been the Cruel Summer of this I JUST KNOW IT #Aka the sleeper hit that gets discovered 5 years later

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gyjo-enthusiast · 11 months ago

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special case. ch.2

retired!nanami x younger!sorcerer!reader

summary: during field training, each student is assigned one semi-grade 1 or higher ranked sorcerer. after the last student is left without a mentor, her professor pairs her up with his old, retired grumpy friend.

reader is in their 20s (attending college), afab!reader, fem pronouns

tags: fluff, eventual smut, colleagues with benefits (is that a thing?), age gap (reader in early 20s, nanami in mid 30s), virgin reader

previous chapter: special case. ch.1 | next chapter: special case. ch.3

jujutsu kaisen masterlist | masterlist

chapter summary: during the first day of field training, you successfully defeat a high-grade curse alone. after lunch though, there seems to be a problematic fight when you should be watching your mentor fight a cursed spirit.

proofread: yes

word count: 1 269 (4m 45s)

song rec:

jumping through the unusually dark alley, you hunted the cursed spirit your mentor had mentioned earlier. it was fat and sleazy, but its legs were skinny and it ran as if its life depended on it. and it did.

reaching under your coat, you quickly whipped out your cursed weapon and followed the blob of sorrow and hatred. it was a long, although fairly light, double-edged sword with a fancy hand-decorated handle.

nanami was quite surprised at that, being a cursed tool user himself. he thought all the young guns had to be top notch and have their own special techniques, not to mention domain expansions, to get into jujutsu college. even then, he'll wait for a bit more before judging, just to see how well you're going to do.

of course, you did not want to disappoint - you could not - after all the trouble he's going through just for the sake of teaching you. leaping forward, you swiftly cut off two of the monster's six legs and started chipping away at its skin.

'not bad,' you thought to yourself, small smile making its way to your face as you tried to keep up.

"not bad," a voice suddenly said behind you, making you almost stumble, "keep it up, l/n."

oh, you were not letting this curse get away from you, the slightest of blushes appearing, both from the praise and the excessive physical activity.

speeding up to quickly finish the job, your sword - purposefully named severance - slickly severed the cursed spirit's head, along with some of his gross dark shoulder hair. some of its remains got splattered on your shoes, but that could wait.

hastily returning to nanami, you asked: "how did i do, sir?" to which you got an approving nod and an expression which you could only assume was one of consideration.

you looked around, just to make sure nothing was creeping out there, and then you finally started cleaning up your shoes.

"l/n," you heard after a bit, "you're quite skilled i take it."

you smiled awkwardly, "you can call me y/n. and i wouldn't consider myself 'skilled' exactly," your mentor nodded. "everybody has their ups and downs when it comes to fighting. maybe i've just been lucky to survive!" you laugh it off as a horrible joke, hoping he'd smile at the very least.

"yes.. me too." he looks at you with guilt in the eyes as he continues, "although i do think you have the potential if you keep this up." he sends a soft smile your way.

"thank you, sir."

"just stay strong and focus, all in your own time," nanami focuses up and starts walking.

"of course," you follow up behind him, "where are we going to now?"

"well, it's already 11:32. it will take a bit to find a good place but for now, let's eat somewhere before we continue," he turns his head to talk to you and then immediately looks ahead once again.

to be honest, you didn't even believe he ever took any breaks on the job, let alone ate lunch. nevertheless, you couldn't wait to treat yourself after that satisfactory exorcism.

you spent a while looking for an adequate place to eat, ultimately deciding to take a seat in a simple yet homely bakery. both of you bought their signature bread, silently enjoying the view of the street.

with no words needing to be spoken, you observed how nanami acted with nobody but you around. he was stoic, but once every few minutes his expression softened.

after lunch, when nanami checked his watch, you both set out to find another curse. this time though, you'll be the one watching - and learning - from none other than your mentor.

'this curse is way stronger.. what's going on?' you thought, being careful to watch nanami's flank as well as keeping an eye out for him. it's not that he would need it necessarily, but better be safe than sorry.

your mentor bashed at the curse with his weapon, except it was hard to get a decent hit in while also guarding. at this point you felt useless, only watching from afar. wanting, no - needing, to help nanami, you took a step forward, suddenly remembering the words he spoke before you approached the curse.

"i won't need help, don't worry. if i do, i'll call for you. just defend the fight from weaker curses," his voice rang in your ears as you froze in place.

not wanting to disappoint, you stood still and helped the only way you could - that was to be ready to strike down any curse that approached.

and in a trice, you heard a roar behind you.

"y/n! above!" nanami shouted your way before turning back to the problem at hand.

you turned your gaze to the sky and sure enough, there was a cursed spirit. it was dropping down so quick you barely had any time to react and dodge.

just before it thwacked onto the ground, it pulled out its tiny wings, slowing itself. when it was sure it wouln't hurt itself, the bizarre flying cursed spirit fell to the ground, briefly not being able to move.

you were gobsmacked, not fully processing what had just happened.

"snap out of it, i got a lot going on here! i can't defeat both of them y/n," nanami breathed out, his energy surely running low from not fighting for such a long time.

and snap you sure did, just maybe not out of it.

"are you insane?! you just almost killed all of us, including yourself!" you shouted, discarding your cloak. unsheating severance, you let your canines shine in the afternoon sunlight, grinning out of your mind.

your mentor, as any person would, thought this remark was aimed at him, so he briskly sent you a look. that was until he saw the animalistic expression you wore, that changed everything.

slashing your sword in the curse's singular eye, you noticed it was being sinked in, almost like into quicksand. you laughed and revealed another weapon hidden on you, that being foulblade. as the name suggests, it was a blade the opponents didn't expect, so they might call it a foul. you pulled it out only if severance was not available at the moment.

with the newly sharpened shorter sword you started cutting across the monster's body, mainly face, leaving behind ugly scars that were soon to be removed completely, as you stabbed it in the heart and exorcised it. you felt cursed energy overflowing within you at that moment, having to calm yourself down.

when you came to your senses, cleaning your blades, a few minutes later, nanami approached you from behind.

"are you okay, y/n?" he rested a hand on your shoulder. startled, since you didn't even sense him coming, you just nodded. he sighed, "i dealt with the curse, we're done here for the day, okay?" he reassured you.

"okay.. sorry about," you paused, now fully remembering what happened, "sorry about that." you finally finished your sentence, guilt filling up your eyes, hands shaking as you stood up from where you were sitting.

"don't apologise, nothing happened. you saved me after all is said and done," your mentor removed his hand, went in front of you and tilted his head back at you. "let's go."

"where? i thought we were done," you muttered quietly, still being shaken up by the whole situation.

"to my house," he casually declared, continuing with his statement, "or do you want to climb up the hill up to college dorms every day?"

a/n: if you made it this far, i’d like to thank everyone who is enjoying this so far, i never thought my work would actually reach someone. so thank you so much for reading, stay safe and have a great rest of your day!

#nanami x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #x reader #kento nanami #jjk nanami #nanami kento #Spotify

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emeritusemeritus · 2 years ago

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Vulnera Sanentur [Weasley Twins x Reader]

Part 4

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

Title: Vulnera Sanentur

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley {established relationship}

Timeline: DH1&2- Initially set during the battle of the seven potters. Canon and certain plot points have been altered for the needs of the story.

Summary: The battle of the seven Potters throws your world into chaos when one of your boyfriend’s is cursed. As Snape’s ex-potions assistant and previous protégée, you recognise the inflicted curse immediately and demand answers from your mentor.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of war and Voldy, descriptions of injury and blood, descriptive smut, p in v sex, shower sex, tension. Outside sex. Semi public sex. Blowjobs. Role play. Nurse role play. None sexual nudity. Crying. Snape has a soft spot for reader. Arguments. Probably some cursing. Mentions of nightmares. Reader is part of the Order of the Phoenix. Mentions of death (Dumbledore). Mentions of Tonks’ pregnancy. Oh it got angsty. So much angst I can’t tag it all. Not spellchecked nor beta read, we die like Madeye.

This took on a life of its own, we’re rolling with it 🖤

You wake slowly, squinting at the sunlight bursting through the thin curtains in the twins' room, forcing you to shut you eyes again as you squirm away from the brightness. You could almost feel the weight of your exhaustion in your limbs and cursed yourself for not going to sleep earlier. You could faintly hear pots and pans banging around a few floors down in the kitchen and repressed a groan that threatened to spill out of you as you realised that you couldn't just roll over and go back to sleep. You reluctantly considered getting up briefly before pressing your face further into your pillow to snuggle down, not expecting the surface to be as unyielding as it was. It took a few moments before you notice why, realising that you weren't resting on a pillow at all but rather the soft but solid chest of someone.

You slowly shifted and raised your head to see the distinctively curved nose and side profile of George who was looking down at you with a soft smile on his face. You sent a sleepy smile back up to him though you couldn't help but frown when you saw the white bandage wrapped around his head.

"How are you feeling Georgie?" You asked quietly, snuggling deeper into his chest as his right hand wraps around you, slowly stroking your back.

"Been better, been worse," he says with a gentle shrug, the soft smile never leaving his lips as he looks down at you. You twist your head and press a kiss to his chest, resting your head as your tired eyes close against the comfort of your boyfriend.

"Are you okay? Fred said you left last night," he asks gently. At the mention of your other boyfriend, you raise your head and attempt to look around for him but George soothes you and tells you that he's downstairs.

"Just worried about you," you say honestly, the events of last night and this morning replaying in your head at the mention of you leaving. You felt awful that you'd lied to Fred last night and now George but you reasoned that there was no reason to pack on more worry to them then they were already dealing with. "Do you need any pain relief?"

"No Angel I'm okay," he says, shifting his body a little which makes you immediately pull away, concerned that you were putting too much weight on him. His arm presses into your back and forces you gently back down onto him, wordlessly telling you not to move away. "We should probably go downstairs, mum'll be waiting for us."

You groan into his chest and like a petulant child, whinge as you smush your face further into his toned chest, hopelessly burrowing as if you could hide there. You can feel George's chest vibrate as he chuckles and the movement causes your head to wobble a little, making a smile come to your face as it breaks the slight mood you found yourself in.

"Five more minutes," you grumble into his chest, still holding onto him like a baby.

"Five more minutes," he agrees, sinking down slightly on the bed so that he's lay flatter, still keeping you encased in his arms. You raise your head a moment later, feeling yourself slip into a level of comfort that would no doubt lead to you falling back asleep. When you look up, George's eyes are closed but the little smirk tugging at his lips is evidence enough that he's not asleep.

"What?" You whisper quietly, picking up on the amusement in his face. He opens his eyes and peers down at you, his lips pouting gently as his smile widens.

"I get my ear cursed off, lose pints of blood only hours ago and as soon as you cuddle into me I'm hard as a rock... glad to see all is normal," he says with a chuckle. You gasp quietly, suddenly realising he was right, feeling the telltale sign of arousal against your hip that you'd previously missed, much too concerned with trying to hide in bed and maybe sneak a little nap.

"Well I'm very pleased to hear it," you say with a smirk. Just as it had been with Fred only hours earlier, it was like a switch had been flipped and suddenly the mention of his arousal made you want to press your thighs together. Perhaps it was an emotion need, a need to connect on a primitive level, to know that he was safe and well, that you all were.

"You know, maybe I could play nurse one more time?" You asked seductively, the tone of your voice softening to an alluring purr as your lips began pressing kisses against his chest again, getting closer to his sensitive neck with each press. You felt him take in a deep breath as he quietly cursed, sensing the change in you. "You do need taking care of after all Mr Weasley."

"My life is in your hands nurse," he says with a smirk, recovering from his wide eyed gawping only moments later as he stared at you in arousal. You'd felt his cock twitch beneath you as you purred at him, committing to your role as you continued to kiss his neck seductively. "Whatever you think is best."

Your eyes flashed up to him and you couldn't help but smirk back as you began to shift on the bed so that you were no longer baring weight on him and instead shifted to crouch over his body, eye level with his crotch as you rubbed over his pelvis.

"I'll take care of you Mr Weasley."

You kissed along the waistband of his pyjamas and continued pressing kisses as you hooked your fingers into the waistband and slowly began to pull them down, agonisingly slowly. George lifted his lips slightly to help you, never taking his eyes off you as his aroused cock sprang free, landing with a gentle thud onto his lower abdomen. You kissed along his length from the very bottom, kissing and licking along the gentle upwards curve until you took his sensitive tip into your mouth and gave it a little teasing suck. He instinctively let out a breathy gasp at the sensation before releasing a deep moan as you began gently bobbing on his length with increasing pressure. In the back of your mind you considered using a silencing spell but your wand was all the way on the dresser and your current situation was much too enticing to move away from.

He let out a staggered, breathy moan as you took him deeper and deeper, running your tongue over the vein along the underside of him as your hand came up to cup and tease his balls. You tried to relax your throat to take him in deeper and deeper, rewarding you with desperate whines and a gentle hand on your head. George's long fingers wrapped in your hair, not putting any pressure on but instead holding back your hair to keep it out of your face as he watched you with eager attention. It didn't take long before you recognised the signs that he was approaching his end, his breathing laboured, his head falling back onto the pillow and his hips chasing your mouth each time you pulled off even slightly.

"Angel, Angel," he pants, alternating between watching you and squeezing his eyes shut as you suck harder and deeper, rolling his sensitive balls in your hand, moving to gently press a finger against his most sensitive spot just below his sack. It's the last straw for George and his hips begin to stutter as he bucks up into your eager mouth, his cock tensing and throbbing as he releases himself onto your tongue, filling your mouth with his warm and salty cum. You continue to suck him through his orgasm, getting more and more gentle as he starts to come down, his body un-tensing as his eyes open to watch you as you lick up the last of his release.

When his eyes meet yours, you can't help but smile as he looks up at you with love and adoration. Only then when you have his rapt attention do you open your mouth, showing him your tongue which it still painted with his cum, having not swallowed it yet. He groans and throws his head back as his cock twitches right in front of your face. You cringe when you hear him wince, apparently catching his wound on the pillow but after only a second he announces he's alright before reaching out for you again, rubbing his thumb against your cheek.

"I'd say I'm much better now nurse," he says cheekily, raising his left arm and bending it behind his head to lean on, looking the epitome of relaxed.

"I should be a healer," you say sarcastically as you help him pull up his pyjamas, giving one last gentle and loving kiss to his softening cock before covering him.

"Not if that's your healing method you aren't," he says defensively, reaching out to pull you back up towards him, "those methods are reserved for me and Fred."

"Of course darling," you say with a smile, sitting beside him once again. He pulls you in for a sweet kiss, not even slightly bothered by where your lips had just been and you melt into the kiss, no longer feeling tired.

"Do you need help getting up?" You ask as you pull away, reaching for your clothes on the dresser.

You pull off your the T-shirt your borrowed from Fred last night to sleep in, leaving you completely naked and begin to reach for your bra when the door suddenly opens, making you squeal and try and shield yourself with the old T-shirt. You look up to see Fred slip into the room with a smirk on his face, clearly enjoying the scene before him.

"Don't stop on my account princess," he says with a giant smirk and a wiggle of his eyebrows, hopping onto his bed which you now noticed was not his at all. Come to think of it, you hadn't really thought about how or why you'd woken up with George when you'd fallen asleep beside Fred in his bed but you suppose George had switched beds at some point this morning.

You shoot Fred a little look before rolling your eyes at him before turning your back to him and slipping on your bra.

"Well that's not fair," Fred says from behind you and you can almost hear the pout in his voice. Once the bra is clasped, who turn to face him again, raising an eyebrow as if to question if he was happy and in return you receive a sarcastic smile.

"Not like you've never seen them," you mumble, reaching for a new T-shirt from your belongings and slipping it over your head, followed by a thin jumper.

"Princess, if it was up to me you'd never wear clothes again," he says, the bed creaking as he shifts on it, turning to George, "how the bloody hell do you sleep on this?"

George shrugs, ignoring his brother completely by turning his attention back to you. You grab a pair of panties and slip them on, realising that you have a captive audience behind you, before reaching for your jeans and throwing them on, along with a thick woollen pair of socks from their underwear drawer. The socks were huge on you, made for the twins' massive feet but you simply tugged them over your jeans and pulled them up so that they were cozy on your toes.

You both helped George down the stairs, noticing that his sense of equilibrium had improved dramatically from last night but was still a little affected. Molly rushed over as soon as his foot touched the last step and she fussed over him as he took his seat at the table, throwing a greeting behind her towards you, leaving you and Fred to walk behind them, Fred's hand entwining with yours as he leads you over to the table .

You greeted everyone that had stayed over last night and took your place beside Fred, trying to suppress a yawn as you sat down, the tiredness seeming to hit you once again, a brief longing to climb back into bed and snuggle under the covers for a few more hours, preferably with your two boyfriends either side of you in your big, comfy bed at home.

Molly had put on a feast for breakfast and you couldn't deny that you felt a pang of guilt at not helping as you looked out at the rather miraculous spread.

"Oh y/n dear, how did that potion come along? Fred said you'd been up half the night brewing, you do look tired dearie," Molly says, shuffling around the table to lay down heaps of buttered toast that is eagerly passed around and distributed.

"Oh, had to scrap it," you said, trying to think on the spot, "I'll try again later now I've rested."

"Considering what you accomplished last night, I'd say you deserved a good rest," Remus says, reaching for his glass of juice, winking at you over the top of the glass as he took a drink. You smiled kindly, a little embarrassed by the praise but you appreciated in nevertheless.

"Yes it was rather spectacular," Arthur adds with a tone of wonderment, raising his glass to you. Again you smile appreciatively as you try not to sink lower in your seat.

"How did you know how to counter the curse?" Kingsley asks curiously, using his knife to cut up the well done sausages on his plate with an elegance that few of the other guests, nor family had.

You felt Harry's eyes on you, causing you to glance back at him, the secret of that night in the bathroom shared between you, each of your eyes meeting one another with a silent decree. You wished you could communicate with him mentally at that moment, trying to compromise on what you could tell them, knowing that they didn't and wouldn't know about that night with Draco.

"The curse was Snape's invention," you explained, sharply averting your eyes back to Kingsley as to not arouse suspicion between you and Harry. "I recognised it from one on his old notebooks I transcribed. He'd briefly wrote the cause of the curse beside it, luckily the counter curse was noted beneath it."

You hated how frequently you seemed to be lying to the order and how effortless it had become to lie to those closest to you, but they couldn't know what had really happened, both last night and before. Kingsley nodded before looking towards Remus who seemed to be thinking the very same thing.

"If the deatheaters are creating spells, well that is another level of danger we hadn't predicted," Remus says solemnly, each order member hanging onto his words and no doubt feeling the same unease.

"Were there more?" Kingsley asks you, but you shake your head without looking at Harry this time.

"None that I remember," you replied, shaking your head slightly. Kingsley nods again and sighs before placing down his cutlery, turning once again to Lupin as they begin conversing between themselves.

Fred had grabbed you two slices of toast as it made its rounds and had placed them onto your plate but you could barely stomach anything, opting instead to grab a cup of tea and sit observing everyone.

You saw Tonks reach for some more toast a few minutes later before frowning upon realising the plate was empty. Remembering her news from yesterday, you immediately lifted and offered her your toast, shooting her a wink when she looked at you questioningly. She accepted the toast with a grateful smile and did a little happy jig as she munched on the buttery carbs.

You turned your attention back to George who seemed to be wincing as he chewed and you immediately felt bad, not considering that eating would cause him discomfort as it moved his jaw and his wound. You leaned closer to him to whisper in his good ear, so no one else would be able to hear your words, feeling Fred's eyes on you clearly having noticed that you'd pulled away from his side.

"Do you want something easier to eat? I can get you some porridge?" You asked George delicately, hoping you wouldn't offend or upset him. Instead, he turned slightly towards you and nodded very gently with an appreciative look in his eye, realising that it was probably for the best. You then turned to Fred and subtly whispered in his ear for him to pass you a bowl of porridge from the larger serving bowl that was closer to him. He did a few scoops into the bowl before handing it over to you, receiving a kiss on his cheek for his unusual helpfulness and you placed the bowl in front of George. You heaped a little jam from the pot in the middle of the table and put it in the middle, pausing once you'd already done it to send him a sheepish smile. You hadn't done it because he was injured and couldn't, it was just a force of habit from doing it so often for him to ensure he ate before he went to work. He understood and gave you a smile as he accepted the bowl, seeming to find it much easier to eat than the more structured food.

Midway through the meal, Bill and Ron entered through the sidedoor and everyone turned in anticipation before their faces fell downcast once more at seeing their grave expression and slight shake of Bill's head. You hadn't been aware of their quest this morning but from their solemn expression and their task last night, it was clear that they were hunting for Madeye's body once again.

"So Snape's going to be the new headmaster now?" Hermione says sounding utterly outraged, her voice ascending up an octave and raising a decibel in sound. Images of Dumbledore's office and Snape sat at the desk flashed in your mind, his office now.

"It seems that way," Lupin says with a sigh, folding up the daily prophet.

"That's just weird," Ron says with a grimace.

"And scary," Harry adds.

"Yeah, it's Ear-ie," George says, sat with a smug smirk pulling at his lips, proud of himself for his little pun. Everyone shoots a mixture of looks at him and you couldn't help but smile, glad that he was feeling well enough to joke. He and Fred share a mischievous look around you and though it's brief and fleeting, you see an emotional weight lifting from Fred's shoulders as he looks at his slightly younger twin, finally believing that he really is going to be okay.

"George, I'm sorry to ask but can you remember anything from the attack?" Kingsley says, taking a sip of steaming hot coffee, trying to piece together a relative timeline with Remus, scraping together any intel they could.

"Not really, we flew in formation and then they were right upon us, we dove and ducked, managed to hit one or two midair but then they seemed to pull away, just for a minute. I remember seeing a death eater from behind you, aiming at your back," he says, directing his answer towards Lupin, "but then all I could feel was this soaring pain and everything began to get foggy. I heard your voice but it was like I was underwater, my head was hot and the movement of the broom felt like my head was going to explode. Then all I remember is lying down and my girl being there."

He grabs your hand and under any normal circumstances you'd be flattered and touched that he'd mentioned you, and called you 'his girl' which always elicited the most intense feeling in you, being once of your favourite terms of endearment. But all you could think of was how scared he must have been and the pain he must have felt. From everything Severus had said, you knew what actually happened, his story falling completely in like with George's. You knew now that Severus hadn't meant to hurt George but it still hurt to hear his account of the incident.

"Are you sure?" Arthur asks, imploring his son to think of anything he might have missed, ensuring he was certain in his answer.

"I'm deaf-inite," George replied, turning to wink at you for his wit, whilst Fred chuckles on the other side of you.

When everyone had finished their breakfast and the conversation had come to an end, you stood and offered to help Molly clear up but she waved you away playfully, saying she had it all under control.

"Come on Weasley, time to change your dressings," you said, offering your hand out to George. He opens his mouth, eyes glinting in delight, which was his usual sign that something had amused him, usually the idea of a brilliant prank or a snarky comment. It takes one look shared between you both to realise exactly what he'd thought of, your little role play earlier in which he was the willing patient and you the kind and gentle nurse only too willing to help her sick patient.

"Ear goes nothing," he says in pure delight, earning another chuckle from Fred. You roll your eyes playfully at him as you help him up and though he'd a little unsteady, he manages to walk up to his room. You kiss Fred on the head on the way, your hand lingering on his shoulders as you sweep past, his own hand reaching for yours as you leave.

You remove the bandage once you get to his room and locate your kit, trying your hardest not to hurt him as the bandage catches on a little patch of dried fluid that had leaked from the healing wound. George is sat at the little wooden desk chair facing to the side so that you could work on his ear easier.

Once the bandage is removed you can now get a good look at the wound in the daylight, ensuring you keep your reactions to yourself as to not upset George, knowing that it could be an immediate insecurity for him.

Seeing it in the clear light, you felt your heart drop low for George, seeing that the ear was nearly completely gone. Sure you'd seen it last night but with the haze of adrenaline running through you and the bandage covering it overnight, you'd forgotten exactly how it looked. The saves were nearly healed and looked to be fading, thanks to the application of essence of dittany but the faint lines looked like lightening had struck him. There was an open hole where the inner cartilage of the ear used to be and the outer shell of his ear was completely missing. The redness had gone now significantly, as had the swelling and you were pleased with your work, though you couldn't help the niggling pain and guilt at seeing him so disfigured.

"How bad is it?" He asks quietly, his voice soft and nervous, no doubt reading too much into your silent observation.

"It looks good Georgie," you said in reply, trying to calm any of his fears or building insecurity. "I'm just thinking of ways to heal it further. Do you want some pain relief?"

"Please," he said in a small voice, the tone breaking your heart as he admitted to his pain. You took out your wand and cast a strong numbing spell at the area, hoping it would take away ever but of his discomfort.

"Is that any better?" You asked, allowing the spell to take hold.

"Much," he says, already sounding a little stronger.

You cast one more spell that would prevent the wound from leaking any blood or discharge and re-wrapped his head using a fresh bandage, keeping some pressure around the outer wound.

"All sorted," you say, moving around to face him again. You climb onto his lap, legs astride his own as his big hands rest on both of your thighs, holding you securely on him as your arms rest around his neck. "Gorgeous again."

He lets out a little self deprecating snort, looking away but you reach out and grab his chin, gently but forcibly making him look at you.

"I need to say something," you say, looking deeply into his eyes, ensuring that he really listens to what you're about to say.

"I'm all ear," he jokes, making you tap his shoulder at the deflecting humour.

"You are so handsome, with or without your second ear. You're still absolutely gorgeous to me, nothing has changed even slightly. You'll be healed soon and I need you to remember that," you say, though you can see in his eyes that he doesn't truly believe you, not anymore.

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