#but I can say that Sisters of Mercy were better when she was on her Fat Bassline grind

[steampoweredstrawberry]

Was talking to someone about the genres of first and second-wave goth songs, and these are the genres I decided are most prevalent:

Songs about Dracula*

*Does not actually have to be about Dracula.

These are songs about some pre-existing gothic and/or horror media. See: Bela Lugosi is Dead by Bauhaus. Can be combined with other genres to be used as metaphor. Can also just be about the thing. You do you my spooky liege.

Songs about Monsters

It's exactly the same as Songs about Dracula except this time it's a legally distinct monster, babey!

Songs about Being Sad

The parent to the Emo "I Have Mental Illness" song. Usually flowery language to talk about one's struggles with depression (or other mental illness). Popularly combined with Songs about Dracula.

Songs about Hot Goth Girl

A cousin to the hair metal "Smoking Hot Chick I want to do Sex Things with" song. Hot Goth Girl is a Queen of the Eternal Darkness and she demands reverence and respect out of her songs. Goth Man will tell us how she is the Queen of the Eternal Darkness and how he follows her into damnation in flowery language. And also how he wants to do Sex Things with her.

Breakup with Hot Goth Girl

This is the Queen of Eternal Darkness in her villain era. Also sometimes Goth Man telling us he's low key curious about BDSM.

BDSM Song

This is the song where Goth Man tells us he's really into subbing for Hot Goth Girl. That's pretty much it. Works well with Breakup with Hot Goth Girl

Dealer's Choice

This is whatever you want. Want to talk to me about a train for seven minutes? Go for it. You have a dream about traveling through space and getting to see different planets? Awesome. You got some Bronte Sister fanfiction? Love to see it.

[drewstarkeyslut]

THE WAGER💋ᡣ𐭩

SUMMARY: you make a bet w/ your stepbro!rafe. if you win, you get to take his bike out for a ride whenever you please but what happens if he wins? (idea from the movie cruel intentions)

WARNINGS: stepcest, mdni 18+, smut (p in v), oral sex (female receiving), some lowkey degrading, choking, possessive!toxic!rafe

“Are you saying that I, Rafe Cameron, wouldn’t be able to win her over? Is that it?” Rafe scoffed, pointing his fingers towards his chest and giving you a dim look.

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to say. I mean come on, you truly think Sofia, little miss perfect princess, is going to give up her virginity to you? Pleeease, what makes you so special?” You snort.

“Oh y/n. You know me by now, don’t be so naive” Rafe laughs.

“Okay then, Rafey, how ‘bout a wager then?” you propose, taking a seat on the bed.

“You did not just call me that. I swear y/n, if you call me that one more fuckin’ time, I swear I’ll ruin you and you know exactly what I mean. Y’know I don’t play that shit.” Rafe booms as he glares you down.

You just loved pushing his buttons by calling him Rafey. He hated that nickname ever since he was a kid. “Relax there hothead, it’s not even that serious, just fuckin’ round with you, having some fun.” You jested.

“So, anyways, the bet..you really think you can get Sofia to fall for you in a week? You sure you’re capable of seducing her in such a short time?” You ask, curiously.

“I won’t even need the full week babe, give me a few days and she’ll be at my mercy and on her knees for me” He grins and sends you a wink while walking towards you.

“I’m just that irresistable… I mean, shit, even you want me y/n, I know you do. My own step sister. What would your mom think about her precious daughter getting fucked out of her mind by her own step brother? Huh?” Rafe laughs and just shakes his head.

“Shut up, you’re so full of yourself” You retort, rolling your eyes. He wasn’t wrong.

“So that wager of yours….” Rafe continued.

“If I win, I get to take that really nice bike of yours for a ride whenever I please” You beamed.

“And if I win, hmmm?” Rafe questions. His arms caging you in as he hovers over you.

“I’ll give you what you’ve been obsessing over ever since our parents got married” you stare into Rafe’s eyes batting your lashes.

“How ‘bout you be more specific y/n” Rafe instructs.

“In simple terms…. I’ll fuck your brains out” you emphasized, smirking at him.

“What makes you think I’ll go for it? That’s my one and only bike and you know I like to take care of my shit. Not even the bitches I’ve fucked ‘round with have taken a ride on that bike.” Rafe replies, making his way off the bed.

“Because, I’m the only person you can’t have and it kills you.” You reveal, walking after him with a cunning look in your eyes.

“Seems to me, that you, my bratty little step sis wants to ride my cock just as bad as I want to ruin that pussy of yours, yeah?” Rafe grits, his face just inches away from yours.

You both start to get flustered as your lips nearly touch, you could feel his hot breath on you. The sexual tension so thick in the air.

Rafe’s starts to palm himself, trying to keep his dick down. He knew what you were trying to do and it drove him insane.

“Looks like next week I’ll be riding that fancy bike of yours” you tease.

“The only thing you’ll be riding is me” Rafe taunts.

“Whatever you say, Rafey” you shoot him a wink before you skip out of the room.

You were getting ready for the day when you receive a text. It was from Rafe.

“That pussy of yours better be ready for me and waiting in my bed tonight slut” a photo attachment followed the text, catching your attention. The slut in you was hoping it was a picture of his dick.

You open the text thread and click on the photo. Your eyes go wide when you see Sofia with her hair and makeup a mess, obvious she was completely fucked out. He sent the photo as proof, but he was also being petty. He knew it would make you jealous.

Rafe did what he does best. He added her to the tally of girls he’d gotten what he wanted from. He was honestly a little too good at putting up this “real gentleman” facade that no one actually knew his true intentions. It never failed to fool every girl he sought after. They would give themselves to him just to never hear from him ever again.

You were sincerely the only one that knew the toxic fuck boy that was, Rafe Cameron.

For as long as you could remember you were always attracted to your step brother and you weren’t afraid to make it known to him. You knew it was bad but did you care? No, you were no saint, probably no better than Rafe himself.

You sat there thinking how Rafe was right, and it pissed you off. Just a few fucking days and Sofia was all over him, trusted him with her virginity, it disgusted you. It drove you mad that he was right and it drove you insane that he fucked her.

Tonight, things between the two of you were only about to get spicier, and little did you know what you were getting yourself into.

“Oh, my. god. Fuck! Rafe, right there! Don’t fucking stop” You scream. Rafe’s face was currently lodged between your thighs, his tongue lapping up all your juices.

“My sweet, sweet step sister. Shit, you taste so fuckin’ good, who would have known?” Rafe moaned. He proceeeds to suck on your clit and slips a couple fingers into your soaked cunt.

You squirm above him trying to pull away, clit getting way too overstimulated. He agressively shoves his fingers in and out of you. You’re a moaning mess screaming his name, coming to your sixth orgasm.

“It’s too much Rafe!! I can’t t-take any m-more” you whine.

“Stop fuckin’ movin ‘round. Just behave and try to stay quiet, yeah? Can’t have our parents hearing us and finding out what were up to now can we?” Rafe scolded, grabbing your thighs to keep you grounded.

“No, I guess not. Please… I don’t know how much more I can take” you cry.

“Come on stop being such a damn brat, I don’t know how much I can take” Rafe mocks, laughing at you being the most vulnerable you’ve ever been with him. It genuinely just turned him on more.

He ignores your cries and continues licking and sucking at your clit, adding in a third finger.

“I’m gonna cum again Rafe. I can feel it…Oh god I-I’m cumming!” You moan as you squirt all over his tongue and face. You lay there trying to catch your breath, your mind went fuzzy, you swear all you could see were stars.

“Such a good little slut f’me, now come and ride this cock until I cum in that pretty pussy of yours” Rafe orders.

He pulls his boxers off in one swift motion, his hard cock throbbing just for you, precum already dripping from the tip. Your eyes almost pop out of their sockets at the sight of his long, thick and veiny cock. You’ve never seen one so big and so pretty, it made you drool.

“Like what you see?” Rafe smirks.

“It’s s-so big, never seen one like it… I’m scared Rafe, will it fit?” You ask nervously.

“I’ll make it fit baby. Relax and sit on this dick like a good girl” Rafe mutters.

You hover above him, your hands using his chest for support as you line yourself up to his cock. You slowly sink down, gripping him tight like a glove.

You start finding your rhythm and ride him like your life depended on it, sending Rafe into complete ecstasy. His hands automatically reach for your throat, squeezing your airways. His tongue clashing into your mouth.

“Atta girl, that’s it y/n, god you’re so fuckin’ tight, going to make me fuck a baby into you.” Rafe grunts. His hands travel up to your hips grasping you hard, moving you up and down his cock with brutal force.

“Oh, fuck! Fuuuuckin’ f-feels sooo good r-rafe!! want you to use me like a toy and ruin this little pussy with your big cock” you sob.

Rafe didn’t think his dick could get any harder but your words…those words had an effect on him.

Rafe flips you, switching positions so you’re now on your back. He gives you no warning as he rams his dick into you. His hands are squeezing your tits as he drills into your cunt with brutal force stretching you out.

“Want you to watch your pussy get fuckin’ wrecked baby” Rafe grinned. His hands grabbed your hair into a makeshift ponytail, pulling your head down, folding you, making you watch his cock devour your pussy.

You’re watching as his length slams in you at full length, you’re creaming all over his already drenched cock.

“Doing so good f’me like the obedient slut you are, love takin’ your step brothers dick, hmmm?” Rafe teases.

“Yes, yes! The only cock I need. Oooh fuck! Please, need your cum inside me Rafe!!!” You moan, so loud he has to cover your mouth. His thrusts get faster and sloppier, you know he’s close.

“Holy shit, this pussy is s’gooood! Gonna fill you up to the brim. Oh fuck, fuck, here it comes! Ahhhh I-I’m cumming baby! Yes, yes! Take it and be a good little cumslut, the only thing you’re good for” Rafe screams, profanities and moans filling the room.

He was shooting warm ropes of cum into your cunt while still fucking into you until he pulls out, his cock springing up, sending cum flying towards you and landing on your face.

“Oh my—that was, um that was hot Rafe. Why didn’t we do this before?” You ask breathlessly while putting your clothes back on.

You were just about to walk out of the room when Rafe violently grabs your hair and pulls you up against him, his big arms locking you in, your back against his chest.

“You know, y/n, if you wanted to fuck me you could have just said so. You belong to me now, understand? I will use you whenever and however I please.” Rafe snaps so close to your ear that you wince in his grasp.

“Y-Yes, I understand R-Rafe. I’ll be good. I promise, I’ll be good.” You stutter, knowing you were completely and utterly fucked for the long haul.

[agendabymooner]

about names: the show and tell || cl16 scenario (3)

dad!charles leclerc x mom!ofc (hearth sister!ofc)

EXTENSION OF OF LONG LINES AND NAMES AND THE LECLERC DAYCARE

Summary: The Leclerc boys and their names go hand in hand. OR times when Charles and his wife Aimee had to explain that their children’s names are meaningful. 

Scenario summary: PJ Leclerc’s kindergarten class calls for a family name show and tell — and who would make better presenters than his Uncle Pierre? OR the middle Leclerc child learns more about his namesakes as he and his parents continue to develop his school project. 

Content warning: Uncle Pierre Gasly, storyteller!Pierre, a very cooperative child (?), kids being kids, wholesome content, using a no-no word once, PJ Leclerc (OC) centred, appearances of Alain and Anthoine Leclerc (OC), brief appeaarance of Toto Wolff and Tilly Wolff (OFC), dad!Charles 🔛🔝

Note: I'm sorry I dipped y'all 😩 it's been hard- I've been trying to write but for some reason everything's going bad. In the meantime, enjoy this scenario xx

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With his nose scrunched up in concentration, his hand gripped the jumbo-sized pencil and traced over the dotted letters shakily. Close. He was so close. 

He squinted slightly before pausing, looking around for a moment before he continued to pursue his goal— get this over with. And with a dot, he grinned at himself before turning to see Mademoiselle Julie approaching his table. His peers continued to work on their take-home handbooks, while he was the first to finish his writing. 

Mademoiselle Julie, the young homeroom teacher of his kindergarten class, wordlessly peered at his handiwork— shaky writing traced over the dotted lines — and beamed at him proudly as she complimented, “Bonne écriture, PJ!” Good writing, PJ! 

“Merci, Mademoiselle Julie!” PJ Leclerc continued to show his set of teeth, proud of himself for being complimented by his teacher. 

Mademoiselle Julie spread out the sheets of stickers that she held, showing the various kinds of colourful stickers as she asked, “What would you like for your handbook today?” 

The boy hummed quietly, his hazel eyes skimming through the sheets on her hands as they gleamed in joy. “McQueen, please!” 

“Oh? Cars?” Mademoiselle Julie chuckled before peeling the glossy sticker off its sheet, sticking it on the reminder writing that he wrote down today. “Your papa will like that, don’t you think so?” 

It was no surprise that everyone knew who PJ’s father was. Charles Leclerc continued to be a household name— one that was born and raised in the principality of Monaco that later on became Monaco’s pride. You weren’t from Monaco if you didn’t know who he is— and you were a disgrace if you didn’t understand his legacy and you live in Monaco. So for Mademoiselle Julie to mention PJ’s father wasn’t anything new. 

They treated the Leclerc children as generational royalties but respected them as kids in the same community as others. Charles got himself as involved as he could with his children’s education even if there was an ongoing season he needed to attend and participate. 

Normalcy was what he lacked in other parts of the world, being a Formula One driver and all, whereas he was nothing but a son of his mother, a father of five kids and a husband of his children’s mother in the principality.

His career was often mentioned in conversations, but that was only because his children were some of the proudest kids to have existed. They’d tell others that their father would take them driving and that their father was a driver — and they had every right to say so. It was a discussion that was welcomed but never encouraged to rub in the faces of the children. 

“No!” PJ giggled. “Da loves Lotso!” 

“I thought you liked Lotso?” Mademoiselle Julie brought up. 

“Yeah, but Da loves Lotso too! Me and Da loves Lotso!” 

“Well, maybe you can get him and your Maman to love McQueen too, PJ. Tell them you got a Cars sticker. It’s red like your Da’s car, no?” 

“Mon amour,” Charles called from the children’s study room, his face showing curiosity while he carried his youngest son, little Alain, in his arm while the other held an opened handbook. “Aimee?” 

One of their eldest kids, Jules, tugged on Aimee’s trousers lightly, “Maman. Da is calling you,” he announced quietly, turning back to his homework as Aimee looked up from the screen of her laptop. The Leclerc matriarch smiled gratefully at Jules before standing on her feet, departing from the family room across the hall to meet Charles halfway through. 

“Charles? What’s happening?” She asked, only for the aforementioned man to raise the handbook slightly. “That’s PJ’s handbook.”

“Yeah, and it says that there’s an email being sent today about an event,” Charles furrowed his brow. “Did you receive anything?” 

“I did, actually— I was going to mention it after dinner but it must’ve slipped off my mind,” Aimee watched her words carefully — not wanting Alain to hear her words, “fuc— silly Lando.” 

“Siwy Wando!” Alain mimicked.

“Exactly, darling. Silly Uncle Lando,” the parents laughed. 

“Work again?” Charles chuckled as Aimee rolled her eyes at the comment. 

“Try working behind the scenes and have drivers that refuse to be trained in the media,” Aimee responded with a huff, “not that you’d understand— you’re just as dense as Lando and Oscar at times.” 

Charles only laughed and shook his head. “Seriously, you were saying something about the email?” 

“Right,” Aimee nodded. “Julie sent an email today to the guardians about a presentation project for PJ’s class. It’s a show and tell.” 

“Oh,” Charles uttered, “that should be easy. We did that with Hervé and Jules before.” 

“It’s not even just that,” Aimee added, “Julie’s a new teacher and Herb and J’s teacher did a show and tell about careers right? She wants a presentation about family.” 

“Huh,” Charles said quietly. What did that even mean? 

“She said it could be anything,” Aimee continued, “I tried asking PJ if he had anything in mind— but what does a child know about complex factors of families?” 

“Amour,” Charles laughed. “He’s five. Did you maybe ask if he wants to talk about his uncles or aunts? Or even his grandparents?” 

They both stood there, silence comfortably setting the atmosphere between the two of them before Aimee came up with something. 

“What if—“ Aimee paused and pursed her lips, “both Jules and H asked about their names before. What if we talk about PJ’s name?” 

Charles looked at his wife in confusion, little Alain stared at his father before he babbled. Charles glanced at his son for a moment before looking at Aimee once more. 

“It only makes sense,” Aimee shrugged. “Since either of us are presenting to his peers and their other guardians— why don’t we talk about his names?” 

The Ferrari driver thought about it for a moment. His sons and their names meant a lot for the couple, with them being named after people that meant so much — people that both Charles and Aimee looked up to. 

Sacha ‘PJ’ Leclerc, much like his brothers, was named after the people that gave meaning to Charles and Aimee’s relationship and their lives way before the kids came along. It only makes sense that the couple answer the questions of who were the kids named after. 

Especially when PJ’s teacher, Julie, grew curious about the boy’s nickname. His name was Sacha yet the adults called him PJ— why? 

“Okay,” Charles nodded, “we can do that.” 

“One condition,” Charles continued, making Aimee nod. 

His slight scowl was mimicked by little Alain as Charles spoke, “I’m not messing with the glitter glues.” 

“No gwue!” Alain exclaimed as if he struggled with the glittery sticky material before.

“Whaaat~” Aimee giggled before rolling her eyes playfully. “So dramatic, you two are. And I thought you'd be like your Maman, Alan.” 

“Maman just called us dramatic, Alain,” Charles gasped playfully. “Silly Maman. We’re no drama queens! We just don’t like glitter glues!” 

“Bleh!” Alain stuck his tongue out. 

“Nuh uh, we don’t stick our tongue out to Maman, Alan bebe! Just say no glue, hm?” 

“No gwue, Maman.” 

The very first step of the project was to get PJ to cooperate and help his parents build the presentation. After all, it was his class’ show and tell— it was his project. 

The five-year-old was fast to agree. He was a saint of some sort, that little man. In comparison to his older brothers, Charles and Aimee never struggled to get him to listen and his calm demeanour was what made him distinct from the Leclerc boys. 

They always said that the middle children were the menaces to society. PJ’s cousin Tia Wolff was evidence of that. His aunt, Aimee’s sister Sylvie, was also a prime example of a middle-child menace. But PJ was nothing of the sort. He behaved whenever he was asked to behave. He did everything he was asked. 

So getting him to cooperate wasn’t all bad. He did need to stop making fun of his father for disliking the glitter glues though. 

Charles still remembered how he came to his driver's briefing a few races ago after making crafts with his kids at his motorhome. He also remembered how everyone laughed at the never-ending shimmering effect on his skin as he kept rubbing on them. Glitters were something that Charles swore he’d never touch ever again. 

Anyway.

As the deadline and the day of the presentation approached, everyone seemed to be invested in helping out with the project as well. Pascale and her other sons Arthur and Lorenzo visited almost every day and whenever they could, they’d drop some feedback.

Arthur was a useless piece of shit, as always. Charles wanted to be the best role model for his kids but if his younger brother kept saying that PJ’s first name Sacha came from Sriracha he wouldn’t be able to help himself and eventually set Arthur straight. 

When Charles returned from his meeting in Maranello, though, he was more than surprised to see his niece and nephews in his family room as they helped PJ set up the pictures on the trifold board. 

“Da!” Jules said, making the kids look up from the entryway as their eyes glimmered. 

“Oncle Shal!” His youngest nephew from Toto, Adelmo, exclaimed as he waved the glitter glue around. 

“Oh hi, Elmo and Tia,” Charles shot Jules a confused look as if to ask ‘Shouldn’t these kids be in England?’, only for the boy to shrug.

“Maman est dans la cuisine avec l'oncle Toto et la tante Tilly,” Maman is in the kitchen with Uncle Toto and Aunt Tilly. Jules told his father as Charles smiled gratefully. 

“And your brothers? Herb and the younger ones?” Charles asked.

PJ, still looking down at the board with his cousins Tia and Adelmo, replied aloud, “Hervé est en train de lire un livre. Alain et Anthoine sont avec Maman dans la cuisine. « Snacking », c'est ce que maman a dit.” Hervé is reading a book. Alain and Anthoine are with Maman in the kitchen. “Snacking” is what I think Maman said. 

“Ah, oui, merci Sacha,” Charles told his middle child before ruffling Jules’ curly hair before he walked off to find the adults in the kitchen. 

Charles then found his wife with her sister, Tilly, and her brother-in-law, Toto by the kitchen island. There on the counters sat Anthoine and Alain, munching on some crackers as they tried to keep up with the conversation they knew nothing of. 

Anthoine saw Charles immediately and exclaimed, “Maman! ‘s Da!” 

“Da!” Alain grinned. 

“Hallo, bébés,” Charles grinned before he reached out to peck them in the cheeks. He then kissed Aimee on the forehead, turning to look at his in-laws in the process as he nodded, “Tilly, Toto— I didn’t expect you guys to head to Monaco this early.”

Tilly chuckled, “Early vacation for all of us. We’re staying in the holiday home for a month, at least.”

“Ah! C'est très agréable,” that’s very nice. Charles nodded with a smile. “Are the kids okay with that?” 

Toto snorted, “They have to be.”

“Tia’s next races are taking place in France,” Tilly added. “Nice, actually. So it’s quite near if we just stayed here in the principality for the next few weekends.” 

“I honestly did not expect to have a full workshop in the family room,” Charles joked. “I was expecting to maybe have PJ working on his project but they just doubled in the room— none of them were even my twins.”

“We came over when Aimee mentioned the project,” Toto laughed. “I’m surprised you went ahead with the idea.”

“You know how much it means for us to talk about the kids’ names,” Charles shrugged.

“Well, pray tell,” Tilly gave them a puzzled look, “who’s going to present it? I assume you two would want to do it but—“

“Oh no, not us,” Charles and Aimee shook their heads as the Monegasque continued, “We have someone do it for us.”

Toto’s brows furrowed, “I don’t recall you guys asking me.” 

Aimee chuckled, “Not you. Silly Toto.”

“Siwwy Toto!” The adults turned at the twin toddlers as Alain and Anthoine synchronously mimicked Aimee.

But the Leclerc parents were right, they wanted the presentation to be perfect and they had the right man for the audience.

After all, the Alpine driver had always bragged about being the reason why Charles’ middle child got the nickname ‘PJ’.

“Hello, hello! Dear friends of PJ Leclerc and the parents of the friends of PJ Leclerc!”

Charles and Aimee sighed, hiding their faces in embarrassment as they stood at the back of the classroom with the rest of the parents and the homeroom teacher, Mademoiselle Julie. 

Charles and Aimee looked at each other, unsure if they should laugh or pity themselves as Pierre Gasly sat on the tiny chair at the front. 

The kids were sitting on the floor, facing the Alpine driver as the finished product — the trifold board — was displayed next to him to show the kids.

Pierre introduced himself, “I am Pierre Gasly. I am this boy’s,” he gestured to PJ who sat on the floor right in front of him, “godfather. And today—“

“But Monsieur,” a little girl piped up, raising her hand politely as Pierre paused and nodded for her to continue, “I thought you were a driver?” 

“He is, Claudia!” PJ exclaimed with a wide grin, making the parents at the back laugh. PJ then continued, “He drives for Alpine!”

“Alright, little P, let’s calm down,” Pierre giggled quietly. Then he answered the girl, Claudia as PJ called her, with, “Yes I am a driver like PJ’s dad, but right now I am here for PJ as his godfather.”

“Now, who here knows PJ as Sacha?” Most people, hell even the adults at the back, raised their hands as Pierre nodded, “Okay. Well, you see— PJ’s Maman and Papa gave him a reallyyyy reallyyyy long name that the hospital can’t even fit the whole thing in.”

Charles, who stood amongst the giggling parents, leaned over to his wife and whispered in her ear, “I told you that having Pierre do this is a poor idea, Ami.” 

“Shh,” Aimee laughed quietly, nudging Charles a little.

“But! They gave those names to PJ because they mean a lot,” Pierre pointed at the full name displayed as a header. “Now, Sacha- it means defender. PJ’s Papa said that PJ, when he was in his Maman’s little tummy, was quiet and a good boy. But he kicks hard like he could play football.” 

The kids giggled, PJ laughing along. 

“So, his Papa and Maman said that he is a gentle one, but he can be fierce- like a defending warrior!” Pierre told the class and showed emotions for the dramatic effect. The kids looked up at him in awe. “So they said that his name will be Sacha!” 

“But wait…” Pierre paused dramatically and looked around, “There is another name.” 

“Niki,” Pierre pointed at the middle name. “Who here has watched Formula One?” Everyone raised their hands. “Of course you have- this is Monaco! Anyway, Niki Lauda was a very good driver. He was one of the greatest Formula One drivers— PJ’s Maman and Papa looked up to Niki as he drove for both Scuderia Ferrari and McLaren.”

“Do you wanna know something?” Pierre leaned over as if he was going to whisper a secret, “PJ’s Maman is the goddaughter of Niki Lauda.” 

Meanwhile, at the back, Aimee was laughing quietly at Pierre’s dramatic presentation.

Charles gave her a puzzled look as Aimee looked up and murmured, “He can be a good preschool teacher if he has the patience for kids.” 

Charles snickered, “Good luck with that.”

“So of course… Sacha Niki… Oh, what’s that?” Pierre pointed at his own name. “Pierre.”

“That’s your name!” The boy next to PJ gasped and turned to look at the aforementioned boy, “PJ, your name is like his!” 

PJ eagerly nodded but didn’t say anymore as Pierre continued. “I have been his Papa’s very best friend since we were kids! That’s why I am PJ’s godfather and that is why they named him Pierre.”

“That’s so cool, PJ,” the other kids told the child, who blushed slightly at the attention given to him.

Pierre chuckled at this before he moved the children’s attention towards the last name. “Philippe,” he said, now watching the kids pay attention.

“PJ’s Maman had a grandfather that she loved the most,” Pierre explained to the kids. “PJ’s aunts and Maman love him so much and his name is Philip Hearth.” He pointed at the picture at the bottom of the  ‘Philippe’ header. 

There, a photo of a baby Aimee being held by her grandfather was displayed. At the bottom of it showed a portrait photo of Philip and his time at the F1 tracks and other factories of his company. 

“Philip owned Ferrari and McLaren,” Pierre nodded, “he was good friends with Enzo Ferrari and many famous drivers- in fact, he made some drivers’ careers possible by putting money into the teams and providing resources. He made dreams come true!” 

“PJ’s Maman loved her grandfather so much that she named PJ after him,” Pierre grinned. The way Pierre’s storytelling was heartwarming for both Charles and Aimee, as he had been enthusiastic about this whole ordeal— it showed them that their children meant a lot to Pierre. 

“And that’s it,” Pierre concluded. “That’s the story of the name of Sacha Niki Pierre Philippe. Now— who has some questions?” 

The question portion started there. And the Alpine driver was ready to conclude the presentation when Claudia raised her hand as Pierre nodded at her.

“If his name is Sacha…” Pierre nodded, encouraging the little girl to nod, “Then why is he called PJ?” 

Everyone seemed curious too. But Aimee and Charles both knew why he was called PJ rather than Sacha. 

It was at Pierre’s insistence that Sacha Leclerc was destined to be Pierre Junior. He had established this as soon as Aimee and Charles arrived from the hospital the day after Sacha was born. 

But Pierre’s answer was partially different from what had happened, “His Maman and Papa said that he is Pierre Junior! Like me!” 

Pierre grinned at Aimee and Charles’ baffled looks.

“The audacity,” Aimee scoffed.

Charles chuckled, “Oh, Mon Dieu.” 

They’d have to talk to Pierre about changing certain narratives. It was okay to lie to be a wingman for your best friend, but lying to the kids about what happened with PJ’s nickname? 

Yeah, he needed some talking to.

♡ moony’s reminder 🅶 (general): @hiraethrhapsody @avaleineandafryingpan @hiireadstuff @enhacolor @roseandtulips @woweewoowa @magnummagnussen @happy-nico @architect-2015 @scorpiomindfuck

[petite-phthora]

Oh, he’s stupid.

[DP x DC fic]

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“THAT CLOWN I PUNCHED WAS THE JOKER?!”

The frenzied question stuns Jason for a moment.

Oh. He realizes. He’s stupid.

...

Fuck, he wants to kiss him so bad.

Slightly incredulous, he manages to get out a question of his own in response.

“Just how many insane clowns do you think we have wandering around Gotham?”

“I don’t know, man! I’ve only been here for less than a week. And it’s Gotham, there’s a new rogue like every other week!”

Jason considers his point for a moment before conceding.

“… You know what? That’s fair.”

Danny slumps in his chair with a groan, his cheeks slightly dusted pink due to embarrassment. He puts his forehead on the table. Slightly worried, Jason speaks up.

“Are you alright?”

“Just peachy. Not even a week in a new city and I already managed to dispose of one of the city’s most infamous rogues, and I wasn’t even aware of it. Ugh, my sister’s gonna kill me. Fully this time.”

Right. Jason’s not gonna touch upon that last statement with a ten-foot pole.

Instead, he suggests “Well, you could try to keep it from her but, knowing how siblings can be, she’ll probably find out anyway. Better rip off the metaphorical band-aid and tell her yourself first so she’ll be less mad about you keeping it from her.”

Danny seems to think it over for a moment before nodding.

“Yeah, if I tell her beforehand she might be merciful enough to make it painless.”

Jason lets out a snort. He then considers something before speaking up.

“I could… show you around sometime if you’d like? Explain some standard protocols, show you which places to avoid, which places to visit… So something like this doesn’t happen again…?”

“I’d… like that” Danny days, looking up at him with a small smile.

“So…” Jason decides to switch topics “Tell me some more about yourself, you’re studying aerospace engineering, right?”

Danny decides it’s better not to ask how Red Hood found out all this information about him. If he were in any danger from the other, he probably wouldn’t have gotten flowers or been taken out to dinner anyway.

“Oh, yeah! When I was little I actually wanted to be an astronaut, but due to health reasons, that’s unfortunately not possible anymore. So instead, I decided to combine my mechanical engineering knowledge with my love for space. This way, I might still be able to land a job at NASA.”

Jason ponders over the possibility of sneaking Danny onto the watchtower.

They get interrupted by a waiter approaching their table, nervously asking if they’d like to order dessert.

“Oh, I’ll have some cannoli please!” Danny says.

Ah, a man after his own heart.

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When they get to the observatory, Jason already notices Danny’s excitement growing the closer they get.

He managed to rent the place out for tonight, not having been in the mood for a tour or something. Besides, if he really wanted to know more about the stars, he’s pretty sure his date Danny’s got that covered for him.

“Over there you can see Ursa Major and Ursa Minor! They’re also known as The Big and Little Dipper, and are some of the easiest constellations to spot, mainly due to their pan shape. Though, the Big Dipper isn't the entire constellation, but actually only a part of Ursa Major, just the tail.”

Danny had started to tell him about the different constellations they should be able to see at this time of the year, using the telescope to navigate towards them and then letting Jason take a look while he tells him all about what they’re looking at.

“Oh! And there’s Hydra! While some parts of the constellation are visible for about half of the year, around this time of year the full constellation should be visible! It is both the largest and longest constellation.”

Danny seems to be practically glowing.

Wait, scratch that. Danny is glowing.

Jason takes a good look at Danny while he’s rambling. Not only does he seem to be emitting a soft glow, but his hair is also slowly starting to float as if he’s underwater. It looks like his meta powers are probably acting up.

Moreover, his freckles, which were very faint before, are now glowing a bright and familiar Lazarus green, which Jason finds mildly concerning. But also… kinda cute…

He tenses a little, keeping a wary eye on Danny, before slowly relaxing as he notices Danny is still excitedly going on about the Hydra constellation.

“Did you know Hydra is also often referred to as The Water Snake? The naming is based on the myth where a crow served Apollo a cup of water with a hydra snake in it. Apollo then caught the crow and was so enraged that he threw the cup and the snake into the sky.”

Yeah, no matter the connection Danny might have to the Lazarus Pits. There’s no need to worry about this fucking nerd, Jason notes with a small hint of fondness.

At the end of their little observatory tour, the glow around Danny starts to dim and his hair stops floating. The glowing of his freckles has also started to disappear, though he is still beaming.

Well, he’d call that a successful first date.

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After their date, Jason brings Danny back to his apartment on his motorcycle. Once they’ve arrived and Danny is about to leave, Jason blurts something out.

“Oh wait! Before you go…”

Danny looks at him questioningly.

“Can I have your number?” he quickly asks, glad that his helmet is obscuring his reddened face.

He watches the way Danny lights up, his cheeks dusted light pink.

“Ah, uh. Sure!” the space nerd stammers.

Jason takes out a pen that he totally hadn’t taken with him just for this occasion and hands it over. Danny takes the pen and pauses, looking Jason in his Red Hood outfit over, before taking a gentle hold of Jason’s hand.

He glances up at Jason with a questioning glance, asking if he’s okay with this. Jason gives him a nod, that he really hopes doesn’t come over as too eager, in return.

Either way, it seems to be enough for Danny, who then proceeds to move down Jason’s glove a bit and write down his number on Jason’s hand.

Once he’s done, he puts the glove back in place and hands the pen back. Danny’s face is red and he’s grinning. Cute… Jason stays silent, not trusting his voice, and nods in thanks.

“So, I’ll uh see you… next time?” He asks, hope lacing his voice.

Again, Jason just nods in response.

“Great! Cool cool cool. Uh, yeah, uh Toodaloo Kangaroo?” He ends his statement with an awkward grin and finger guns, stumbling when he tries to walk backward.

Fuck me.

He watches as Danny rubs the back of his neck sheepishly before waving him goodbye and turning around, making his way into the apartment complex.

Jason keeps his eyes on Danny as he watches him disappear into the building before tugging off his glove and lowering his gaze to the phone number scrawled on his hand.

He swallows as he realizes that oh, he’s in deep.

[maximoffslilwitchintraining]

Mommy... I mean Wanda 

Part 11👀

Series here: 🎃

Word count: 1k ish i didnt look too close tbh

Summary: i barely remember what i wrote, but theres some smut, some cuddles, some sexting... oh and yelena 🫰🏻which always makes a story better

Do yall have any suggestions for future chapters or yk one shots 👀 just send me a request 😚

Cause frankly this series is getting long and completely lacks plot 😎ahahha help😥

To say you and Wanda got punished for your bratty behaviour would not do it justice.

By the time morning rolled around you were a needy mess. With tears rolling down your cheeks and a bruised ass, you lay begging for a release she was dead set on not giving you. Wanda on the other hand was being refused any touch at all. Which in your opinion may just be worse. Natty may be a cuddly teddy bear with the two of you but when she wants you to suffer she shows no mercy.

You lay cuddled up to Wanda as Nat was off making you all some coffee, trying your hardest to follow her orders of  “keeping it in your pants” while she’s gone. You assumed it wouldn’t hurt for your hand to sneak under Wanda's t-shirt, simply wanting to feel the warmth of her skin. However, with how frustrated she was at this point when your hand rested on her stomach she let out a moan. A moan you were certain Nat would’ve heard from the kitchen. When she returned she held two steaming cups of coffee and one of tea. She also held a smirk that said she knew but would be letting it slip just this once. If you’d known that you would have gone for Wanda’s boobs instead. For a while, you simply sat there enjoying your hot beverage between your girlfriends, just soaking it all in.

That bliss was only interupted when an alarm went off on your phone.

“UGh just turn it off” you grunted slipping further down and into the sheets. Nat obliged and reached for the phone, being the one closest to it. Once the alarm went quiet she sat still looking at it.

“Baby, why does it say you have class in 30 min?” Nat asked turning back to you.

“It’s fine I can skip this one.”

“Not a chance, come on get dressed.” Wanda grabbed your cup putting it on the nightstand.

“ I really don't want to leaveee” Yes you sounded like a child whining like that, but there was no way you’d leave this bed, to go and listen to some boring lecture.

“Y/N behave. I know it's hard but how about we pick you up after class and go do something fun?” 

Nat pulled you out of bed, giggling at how your legs were all wobbly still.

“Aww, poor baby, did daddy leave you all fucked out?” You felt yourself getting needy at those words, you just wished she’d bend you over right there and not stop pounding you til you came all over her strap. But instead, you were left walking on shaky legs and wincing as you pulled your jeans over your very sore butt. Which the two women found very amusing as they watched comfortably from the shared bed.

“Can I at least get a kiss before I leave?” You said with a pout. Nat simply gestured for you to come over. She gave you a soft kiss before Wanda pulled you into her arms. She kisses you deeply, ending with a peck on your cheek, that leaves you wishing for much more.

“Now go be my good girl and study hard yeah?” You nodded gleefully at that. Wandas praise washing away some of your grumpiness.

You rode on that happiness all the way to Yelena's car. Thankfully she was also late.

“So how come you were around here so early?” Yelena usually spent most of her time on campus in your shared flat. 

“Mmm, I may have stayed at Kate’s place last night.” She mumbled keeping her eyes on the road.

“Oh my god, Yelena!” A big grin appeared on the blonde's face and that was honestly all you needed.

“So tell me?! How’d it go? Did you… you know?” 

“ Y/N!” She blushed. You laughed knowing that was a yes. 

“So does this mean we can go on double dates now?” You said as the car came to a stop in the university parking lot.

“And watch you drool over my sister for an hour? No thanks.” 

The class dragged on and although you attempted to take notes, you spent most of your time squirming to find a comfortable position to sit in. About an hour in,  the class was doing discussions and you saw it as a chance to sneak out for a quick break. You locked yourself in the bathroom and pulled out your phone.

Y/N: on a quick bathroom break, I’m assuming you’re still in bed?

Nat:( sent you an image)

You could not have opened it faster. It was a photo of the two, Wanda's shirt long gone and her breasts in full view. Your eyes take in the sight of your mommy's body. Her legs were spread and Nat's hand was inside her shorts. You so badly wanted to remove them. to see every movement of her fingers as they pleasured Wandas pussy.

Nat: are you alone?

Y/N: yes x

Nat: Mommy and Daddy would love to see how wet you get just thinking about what we’re doing

Wanda: Please baby be a good girl and show us

You thought about it for a second before pulling your jeans down and taking a short video of you running your fingers through your folds, showing just how much you needed them.

Wanda: such a good girl. why don't rub your clit for Mommy? 

You do as you are told and start touching yourself. just in time for another message to arrive, this time a video. Nat is holding the phone and is showing you a close-up of Wanda as she slowly sinks down on Nat's strap. you could honestly come just at the sight of that. 

Nat: Make daddy proud and cum for us baby girl 

A couple more brushes over your clit and the sound of Wanda moaning paired with wet noises of her pussy being slammed down on nats cock and you finally came. Shaking with pleasure after the amount of teasing you had endured. Once you are able to breathe normally, you pick up the phone to send them a text.

Y/N: I may have made a mess all over my jeans

Wanda: oh poor baby, did mommy getting fucked make you all stupid? No worries honey we’ll come to get you and how about you let Mommy clean up all that wetness on the way home? I’m dying to have a taste ;)

[smicksstuff]

The Pitbox Crew Series

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Maple Syrup & Surprises

(lancestroll x yngasly)(f1 drivers x yngasly)

warnings: none

18 June 2023

yngasly

Montreal

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yngasly Lets go racing in Canada !!! 🇨🇦

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lancestroll when did you even take all these pictures ???

yngasly its a secret 🤫 i have more actually

pierregasly ❤️🔥

lancestrollarmy yn out here giving pure content !

lancelot this is what i live for

landonorris when are the night pics dropping

pierregasly yes i want those pics yngasly🤷🏼‍♀️ landonorris cmon they were nice charles_leclerc cmon you have to post them so i can post mine! carlossainz55 post it ! post it! f1girlies im so so interested to know what happened yngaslyfans pls i have my notifications on for the posts danielricciardo if you dont i will dannyric3 OMG SOMEONE LETS US IN ON THE TEA

astonmartinf1 we love you yn!! 💚💚💚

lancestroll hey she is my girl astonmartinf1 you mean she is OUR girl lancestroll 😤😤 fernandoalo_oficial at least im her favourite Spanish AM driver 🇪🇸 lancestroll im her favourite driver overall carlossainzfans ummmm i think you shld recheck that liked by yngasly, carlossainz55 and 463 others astonmartini not fernando joining in f1fans he had to specify the AM cause he knew carlos existed yngasly hey hey dont fight over me!

mickschumacher its an imposter in the mercedes garage 🫤

mercedesamgf1 its just yn its all clear yngasly hehe love it ! i can disturb mick anytime now 🙌🏽 georgerussell63 we are going to have a blindfold for you when you come again so that you dont snitch yngasly do that and i will steal carmen for the whole summer carmenmmundt where we going babe ✈️ georgerussell63 i was kidding. i take it back. and excuse me @/carmenmmundt wdym "where are we going?" carmenmmundt its yn, she is my baby yngasly 🥹🥹🥹 mercbuddies not yn pulling carmen and the mercedes team too f1wags girl is powerful

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19 June 2023

lancestroll

Montreal

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lancestroll about last night ... joyeux anniversaire ma belle ❤️🎉

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yngasly je t'aime mi amor ❤️

pierregasly this is what we have been waiting for !!! happy birthday my little sister ❤️‍🔥

yngaslyfans OMG ITS HER BIRTHDAY !!!

yngaslyfc this is so cute f1wags i heard it was a surprise birthday yngaslyfans that is even cuter

estebanocon happy birthday mon amie! hope you loved it! 🤩

yngasly eventhough i hate surprises i particularly loved this one! 😍 estebanocon thank god lance was gonna warn you in the car but pierre talked him out of it mickschumacher hey i talked him out of it too francisca.cgomes it was almost busted when lando kept asking what she was gonna wear to "dinner" landonorris i had to make sure bestie here didnt come in sweatpants and a jacket francisca.cgomes thats also true

carlossainzarmy omg i cant believe that she had a surprise birthday party by the f1 drivers.

f1fans tbf i even more surprised that the plan wasnt a bust cs55 thats even more true

scuderiagasly Everyday, i think i fall in love with Yn more and more. I like Lance too.

lancestrollfans can lance fight ? he better be able to fight 🤺 astonmartini they are match-made in heaven

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pierregasly

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pierregasly Joyeux anniversaire à la meilleure petite sœur que l'on puisse demander ! J'adore t'avoir à mes côtés à travers tout ça ! Je t'aime ❤️

(translation: Happy birthday to the best little sister you could ask for! I love having you by my side through all this! I love you ❤️)

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yngasly merci, grand frère ! Je ne sais pas ce que je ferai sans toi ! Je t'aime ❤️ (translation: Thank you, big brother! I don't know what I'll do without you! I love you ❤️)

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yngaslyfans good lord they are so cute !!

gaslyfc im sorry but yn was a footballer? bc thats so cuteee !

yourbff best striker in our league baby! could have gone pro with those skills ! yngasly you are being to nice yourbff im merely stating facts. go search up psg academy our girl is there. gaslyfc OMG SHE IS !! TOP SCORER IN THE ACADEMY TOO! gaslyfc guys this gets so much cuter!! she played the number 10 and when she scored her first goal she dedicated it to pierre cause he trained with her all the time!! scuderiagasly 😭❤️

masonmount happy birthday yn!! 🎉 since when you play football too?

yngasly im a girl of many talents masonmount i see .... i need proof that you are that good 🤔 yngasly i'll take you on anyday Mount masonmount challenge accepted! yngasly whats in it for me tho? masonmount ill ask Marcus to get you tickets to match day at OT? ⚽️ yngasly you bet! tho even if i lose (which i will not) i still want to come to Old Trafford. masonmount i accept 🫱🏼‍🫲🏽 masonmountverse OMG ARE MY TWO WORLDS COLLIDING!

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charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Joyeux anniversaire, petite fille ! J'ai toujours voulu une petite sœur et je suis si heureuse que ce soit toi ! C'est pour créer des souvenirs inoubliables avec vous ! Je t'aime, coureur ❤️

(translation: Happy birthday, little girl! I've always wanted a little sister and I'm so happy that it's you! Here’s to creating unforgettable memories with you! I love you, racer ❤️)

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yngasly merci charlie !! ❤️

leclercfans “i love you racer” MY HEARTT 😭🫠

alexandrasaintmleux baby yn is so cute!! those cheeks 😍 happy birthday princess!! ❤️

yngasly thankyou alex !! ❤️

wagsf1 these two are too cute!! bet they were inseparable when they were hanging together

f1fans this is giving me tsitp vibes leclercfans charles is definitely a jeremiah

pascale.leclerc.355 my babies !! so proud of the women you have grown up to be! forever my little racer girl, love you my darling ❤️

yngasly love you too marraine ❤️❤️

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yourbff (private)

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yourbff from the day we shared that chocolate cake during snack break, i knew you were gonna be my bestfriend for life! im so so happy to have you as my better half! happy birthday to the best girl on the planet!! i love you to the moon and back ❤️🚀

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yngasly i love you too bestie!! we need to have our choco cake date again!

yourbff when we go back to the UK we can do it! yngasly its a date! pierregasly we just had chocolate cake last night!? yngasly this is different. this is mamans receipe. we have it all the time yourbff yes this is the best chocolate cake ever. yn you have to call your mum to come to UK! yngasly already did! she will be there pierregasly when exactly is this happening ? last time i checked we shared an apartment yngasly british gp? then maman and (yourbffname) can come too!! pierregasly alright! but you are cleaning the apartment after your baking... yngasly 😠😠😠

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lilymhe

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lilymhe happy birthday to the best wifey in the world ! love you babes ❤️🎉

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yngasly love you baby !! ❤️

alex_albon whatisthisnonsense ? WIFE ?

lilymhe did you not see the ring she got me 💍 yngasly EXACTLY ALEX alex_albon @/lancestroll come get your girl, she is stealing mine landonorris ATTENZIONE PICKPOCKET!!!! alex_albon 😳🤦🏼‍♂️ lancestroll mate i am not getting between those two. lilymhe @/lancestroll smart guy. i approve.

lilyfc yn and lily are literal queens of the paddock! i love them so much 👑

yngaslyfc slay queens !! hammertime if i ever get paddock passes, i am going for them f1paddocksquad SAME BESTIE! SAME!

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yngasly

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yngasly so i turned 24 with some of the best people in the world! ❤️‍🔥

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lancestroll ❤️❤️❤️

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sebastianvettel Happy Birthday Kiddo! I will see you again soon!!

yngasly thank you seb!! see you soon :)

landonorris damn baby gasly is old now 😳

yngasly woah where is this coming from landonorris i mean are you not old? yngasly i am not carlossainz55 girls you are the same age 🙄 cs55 not carlos calling them out HAHAHA

pierregasly i think we can all agree that we definitely pulled off this surprise 🤩

charles_leclerc definitely but im never doing this again! its too much work alex_albon i have never texted so many people in my life georgerussell63 it was one group chat and her bestfriend alex_albon still.... that one group chat kept asking the stupidest questions danielricciardo asking for what presents to buy is not stupid. the girl only loves legos, harry styles, racing cars and football danielricciardo there is not much to work with alex_albon fair. but asking for fit checks is stupid, just wear clothes danielricciardo thats all lando f14lifers this is one chaotic group chat

masonmount happy birthday! hope you liked your gift!! 🎁

yngasly i freaking love it ! ❤️ pierregasly what did you get? i had to bring that huge box from spain to canada yngasly its a lego of old trafford pierregasly oh my lord ! thats actually cool yngasly hehe guess who is helping me bring it back pierregasly leave at your boyfriends house. he can bring it back lancestroll no no its her present she can bring it back yngasly but arent you gonna help me build it lancestroll ofcourse but in london, so you have to bring it back yngasly ☹️☹️☹️

benchillwell happy birthday yn !! hope to see you at a match soon!

yngasly sure thing ! 🤩

noahschnapp happy birthday bestiee 🤍

yngasly thanks bestie 🤍

florencepugh happy birthday girlie! hope you had an amazing day! ❤️🥳

yngasly thank you floflo 😍

charlottesine happy birthday babygirl! ❤️

yngasly thanks babe ❤️

isahernaez happy birthday babes! see you in london soon!

yngasly see you soon babes ❤️

yngaslyfc is it me or is seb at her birthday party?

scuderiagasly omg i think it is him f1fans girl had the ultimate f1 birthday party gaslyfc WHEN WILL IT BE ME!!! f1paddockcsquad this has got to be the birthday of the year!

scottyjames31 happy birthday gasgas!! hope you loved the party! you should be proud i didnt spoil the surprise on accident

yngasly thank you scotty !! im proud you actually can keep a secret

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—NEON GUTS

S 2 Ep. 9; Meet Kianta

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CW; basically part two of the previous chapter, written chapter, timestamps don’t matter unless said otherwise

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“Wanna go back to my house?” Scaramouche asked while he was pushing you on the swings.

“Are you trying to kidnap me?” You asked jokingly while you were stopping the swing, “But sure”

He started grabbing your guys' stuff. He grabbed your arm and started leading towards his car. When you two got there he unlocked the car and opened the door for you.

“Aww thank you” You sat down in the passenger seat before he closed the door

“You’re welcome” He gave you a little nod

You two got to his house and you were greeted by a small black cat.

“You have a cat?”

“Yeah what about it?”

“How come I didn’t it last time I was here”

“I just recently got her”

“Oh” You immediately grabbed the cat “She’s so cute!”

“Her name is Kianta”

You ran up the stairs after taking off your shoes running to his room. He was right behind you which was confusing because he was just in the kitchen.

“How the hell are you so fast”

“Maybe you’re just slow” You rolled your eyes at his comment and opened his room door. You sat on his bed grabbing Kianta and placing her on your lap.

As you looked around his room with your eyes you noticed it changed a bit from the last time you were here. You also noticed he had a guitar in the corner.

“You play guitar?”

He turned a bit red is he embarrassed about it?

“Can you play something?”

“Sure” he grabbed his guitar and sat down next to you.

He was now just strumming his guitar while you were just petting his cat. You looked at him and he was already staring at you. He stopped strumming his guitar. You both were just looking at each other blinking every so often. You scooted closer to him.

“I like your playing” it had came out a little quiet than expected but that’s okay because he let out a breathy thanks. It was a nice moment until it was interrupted by his sister, Shogun.

“What do you want?” Scaramouche was a bit annoyed

“Mom wanted me to tell you that dinners ready”

“We already ate I told her that” His sister just shrugged but before she left she said one thing

“Girl you could do way better than my brother”

“Get out!” She quickly shut the door before he could do something.

“Sorry about that”

“It’s fine I think I should go though before my siblings start spamming my phone”

“Okay, I can drive you if you’d like”

“Thanks” You gave him a smile and started collecting your things.

He had drove you to your house.

“Well then see you tomorrow?” You didn’t respond but without saying anything you kissed him on the cheek.

“Yeah see you tomorrow” You quickly got out the car waved to him one last time before you entered your house.

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Summary; Scaramouche is "forced" to tutor you the "dumbass" of the class

A/n; I posted this yesterday okay ? Yeah okay. I feel this chapter is a little short

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[freyjas-musings]

For Day 7 of @gwynrielweeksofficial I have something different , this is a drabble from Gwyns POV ... it was a concept that was in my head and it's inspired from a movie I saw years back ( I don't remember the name or language sorry!!! )

@aldbooks thank you for making this possible and presentable.... without her I wouldn't even have posted it... its my first attempt at creative writing (Please be kind 🤗)

You can read it on AO3 here

Lone leaf in the Autumn 🍂 Wind

The autumn wind howled outside while Gwyn sat by, staring out the window. She had been here two months they said, but she hardly realized- time didn’t matter to her anymore. If she was being honest nothing mattered to her anymore.

The days had bled together and the only emotions she felt were swinging between excruciating pain at the loss of her sister, or numbness out of fatigue; she existed and that’s all she had the strength for. Only one question was on her mind- why her? Why was she still here while so many others, more worthy, more deserving even, had not made it.

As Gwyn stared out the window all she could see was the lone leaf on a tree outside of her dormitory holding tight to the tree while all of its other companions had succumbed to the wind. How long would the leaf hold on, she thought. How long would it last against the onslaught of the roaring wind? Did the leaf want that? To hold on? Would it be easier for it to give up and join the rest, fly away with the wind. Stop struggling, stop fighting, stop feeling …

Everyday, Gwyn went about the same routine. She was yet to say a word apart from the initial conversation with Mor, Clotho and Rhysand- she couldn’t get herself to. Everytime she sat in front of the counselling priestess all she could do was cry and scream, rage at her failure. At her inability to save her sister. Clotho had offered her a position to work under one of her head researchers. Gwyn hadn’t accepted it, nor had she rejected the offer. The truth was she didn’t know- didn’t know what she wanted anymore. She was lost. Except going to the counsellors chamber she never went out. When she wouldn’t turn up in the communal dining hall, food was sent to her. All Gwyn did was sit at the window staring at the lone leaf wondering how much longer.

And, more importantly, why? Why hang on?

Nights weren’t much better, the bloody memory and her sister accusing her of failing her plagued her mind. She couldn’t sleep and if she did for a brief minute, she would wake up with a nightmare. One such night she woke up, body covered in cold sweat and heart pounding, and her entire being trembled. All she could do was sob, she went to the window and the lone leaf fluttered, struggled, yet stayed put; and Gwyn asked the mother why? Why not end the struggle?

Days later, Gwyn stared at the leaf still valiantly fighting, tears streaming down her cheeks. Where did the leaf find the strength, she thought. What motivated it to stay put, she wondered. Was it simply in its nature to never give up on life? Or was there a reason, a purpose greater than what it realized.

It was then that she felt it. She jolted as she felt a cool whisp of air caressing her cheek, as though in comfort. As she looked at the source, she realized what it was; a shadow. Strangely enough, she recognized it like her very being responded to it. She somehow knew who the shadow belonged to- its master. The Shadowsinger.

He was the one who had pulled her out of the wreckage of Sangravah, her temple now in rubble. He had looked like an angel of death sent by the mother herself to avenge the loss of her children. Gwyn had seen him cut through them within minutes. They died too quickly, she thought, but he made sure it wasn’t painless.

What, she did not expect, was the life altering snap she felt when their eyes met, the bond now permanently tying them together. He seemed oblivious to the bond- a small mercy, given being shackled to her was a punishment. She had nothing to offer. She hated herself and hated that she survived. So, she kept silent.

When Mor healed her and spoke to her, she had confessed to her. Perhaps it was Mor’s magic, the power of truth that had pulled that confession from her. Thankfully she had promised Gwyn to keep the secret; to let her decide. To never betray her trust.

The shadow caressed her cheek again and Gwyn, for the first time since arriving, whispered, “did he send you?” Her heart was pounding. She couldn’t think of why he would, but the shadow moved sideways seemingly bobbing its head as if to say no.

She then whispered, “does he know?” Again, the same answer, which she assumed was no. Relief washed through her. She looked at the shadow now and asked, “why are you here then?” The shadow zoomed to the window, as if pulling her attention to something.

As Gwyn looked to where the shadow was pointing, her heart almost gave out, because the shadow was pointing to the lone leaf. And, as she looked closer, she realized there was another little shadow circling the stem of the leaf, holding it to the tree. It had protected the leaf from falling off. Had held it for Gods knew how long. She wondered how the shadows knew?

Had the wind whispered to them? How they had known, she could never guess. Yet something restless settled in her, knowing the shadows, his shadows, had gone to those lengths for her. For the first time since arriving Gwyn thought, maybe … Maybe it wasn’t so bad to just try. Just try to fight, find a purpose. If not for her, then for her mate.

She looked at the shadow and smiled.

The next day, Gwyn went up to Clotho and accepted the offer to work. Thanks to the lone leaf in the autumn wind, she found a reason to at least try ……

[mirasmirages]

Market

Based on this prompt by @secretwhumplair

Taran had never liked the slave market. With all the human misery on display, it was impossible to convince himself the regime he worked for was the good guys. It was a reminder of where he would be if he hadn’t made the choices he had. Of where he could still end up, if someone discovered who he was.

He made himself go at least once a month.

In the decade since. Taran had never found anyone from his village. They were dead. Burned alive, if they weren’t lucky enough to be killed before then. A quick slash with a sword would have been a mercy.

The ghosts of his friends and family looked at him through the eyes of strangers. Old men with hardened faces. Children who weren’t even born when his village burned.

A woman sat hunched on the floor, nothing but her dark hair to hide naked skin. She looked darker than him, but he wondered how different they would look if she had a bath. She could have been one of the village girls. She could have been—

Taran swallowed. He was used to lock away the longing, the desperate hope that sometimes threatened to overtake him. This was just some girl. She had to be.

“How’re the sales going?” he grinned at the merchant. They had spoken a few times before. Not quite friends, but friendly.

“Slow day,” the merchant replied. “No sales so far.”

Taran nodded, made a show of looking at the five people lined up. “What are you hoping to get for them?” He grabbed the girl’s arm and lifted, just to be sure - and froze. There, on the side of her rib cage, was a birthmark he would never forget. He had wanted to make sure she was a stranger, but she was not.

“For that one? Fifteen hundred.”

Fifteen hundred. That was enough to bring Taran back to reality. Fifteen hundred was more than Taran made in three months.

"Fifteen hundred for this?" he heard himself say.

Please don't let the merchant notice anything off about his behavior. Please.

"No wonder you're not getting any sales."

"Hey! She's not that bad!"

Taran grabbed the girl - his Nida - his baby sister - and made her stand.

"She's skin and bone," he said, pointing to the waves of her ribs. "With those bruises, she must be useless or disobedient. Who wants to buy a freshly punished slave? And does she even have teeth?" He forced open her mouth to reveal that most of the teeth she still had were broken and rotting.

"Some people would find the lack of teeth to be a good thing," the merchant tried to joke, but it didn't land. "It doesn't matter what you think. You never buy."

"Not at your prices," Taran shrugged, releasing the girl. "I got a week off, so I thought I would have some fun, but fifteen hundred? I can think of better ways to spend a month's wages."

"If you don't need one that'll last, the weakly kids go for cheap at the auction."

Taran gritted his teeth. The auction had been too much for him to stomach, the one time he went.

"Do I look like I'm interested in children?" he spat. "You offend me. Besides, this one looks like she won't last the week. No one will pay that much for her, so why not let me take her off your hands for fifty?"

"Fifty?" the merchant sputtered. "She is worth at least a thousand!"

"A thousand? A good salesman would be able to sell her for a hundred. A smart salesman would take what he can get and save the money of feeding her."

"I paid almost five hundred for her. I won't sell her at a loss."

Taran tutted. "That was a very good salesman. Or she was in better shape before entering your care."

"Four fifty. You can have her for that. That way I won't lose too much on this."

Four fifty was a lot, but it was manageable. He should take the deal.

"Three hundred. That's as high as I'll go."

"Three fifty."

"Three twenty."

"Three thirty."

"Deal."

[drpoisonoaky]

Whoa she has fallen deep

They realize how deep Katara has fallen for Azula. Because they simp for each other a lot.

Suki.

Suki needs to vent with someone. She loves her job, truly but sometimes…So when she saw Katara sitting there she knew she could help her. Katara is a great listener.

Even though it was weird she wasn’t looking at her at all. “I feel the new girls didn’t have discipline.”

“Aha” 

“Okay that sounds like she is answering in automatic and what she is looking at” As she followed Katara’s gaze she saw Azula and Ty lee talking. “Maybe it’s a coincidence”

Seeing Ty Lee there only reminded her why she was mad with the girls. “They only want to learn chi-blocking. And yes being able to chi-block is helpful but you have to train every day.”

“Absolutely” 

“She’s definitely answering in automatic but let’s check just in case”

“Where are they going to learn to fight mongoose dragons with their bare hands?”

“Right” Suki was astonished, Katara was really that disconnected. “Or how to fly.”

“Yep” Suki didn’t even know what else said to her. “Whoa she has fallen deep” 

“Absolutely” replied Katara without any question by Suki. 

“I had enough,” Suki thought. “TY LEE, AZULA COME HERE.” as she yelled that Katara broke her trance. 

“At your service boss” said Ty Lee as soon as she and Azula came close, while she made a military salute. 

“What do you want?” Azula replied slightly annoyed. 

“I want to have a conversation with Katara but she can’t. She only looks at you and answers in an auto pilot.”

As she heard Suki Katara blushed “Hey, that's not true. I-”

“Oh now she can say non affirmation sentences.” At least she wasn't mad with her girls anymore.

“Don’t blame her, I'm gorgeous.” declared Azula smirking.

“Kyoshi have mercy.”

Sokka.

Azula and Zuko were training for a while, well Azula was playing with Zuko because she already trained today and Zuko got along with it. 

Sokka knows nothing about firebending, but he knows he needs her sister’s help. The same sister who only looks at those without even noticing him. 

“Katara'' No reponse. “Maybe she didn’t hear me”

“Katara?” Nothing. 

“Earth calling Katara” Nope. 

Sokka looked at her closer. “Let’s taste the water’s” 

“I think I’m going to kill a bunch of kids just for fun.” And still, no response. Sokka was starting to worry but then, as Zuko hit the floor loudly, he realized she was focused on what Azula was doing “Whoa she has fallen deep” 

So he knew he had to bring the big guns.

“AUCH WHAT WAS THAT FOR??” 

“My old buddy never fails,” said Sokka after kissing his boomerang. “Stop looking at her, clean your droll and help me to move these boxes.”

“I wasn’t looking-… I was trying-…I WAS DROOLING.” Katara said, completely blushed.

“Your girlfriend lies way better.”

Toph.

Toph sensed Azula as soon as she entered the room, but what she sensed the most was the backflip Katara’s heart did.

“Sugar Queen, I think you’re having a heart attack.” 

“What? No. I’m cool, totally chill.” 

“Why are you talking like your brother?” questioned Toph. 

“I do not sound like Sokka”  

On the opposite side of the room Sokka was chatting with Zuko and Azula. 

“But I said to him “No bro, I’m cool, totally chill” and he believed it.” Call it perfect timing.

“I am blind not deaf.” As soon as she said that, Katara started to defend herself, as if Toph said anything to attack her. She was only worried.

“Well your “abilities” must be failing because I’m perfect.” 

“What is wrong with her”

Toph didn’t sense Azula approaching.

“Of course you are perfect” 

“Oh Hey- Hi- What’s up?” replied Katara blushing and like she had forgotten how to speak.  

“Is she really that bad? She was fine 5 seconds before Azula…” As she realized this Toph started to smile mischievously. 

“Are you plotting something against me?” Ask Azula joking.

“WHAT NO” Katara said quickly and loudly.

So Toph decided to play a little bit once she knew her friend wasn't going to die “Her sweetness here was doubting my “abilities”.”

Azula tilted her head while looking at Katara “And you said I am the weird one.” 

“Anyways I was talking to Zuzu and Sokka and they are making me go to the theater today so you are coming with me.” 

“It’s not optional, and we have to wear something nice.” added Azula quickly. After that she got close to Katara and kissed her cheek quickly. Toph senses how Katara’s heart gives a full gymnastic performance “Whoa she has fallen deep”  thought Toph.

“I don’t get a kiss?” Toph asks Azula knowing fully well that won’t happen.

“You should be even asking for one without taking a bath first.” 

“I girl have to try.”

After that Azula was out of the picture. Leaving a speechless Katara.

“Well at least I know why you are suffering a heart attack.” 

“I am no-” 

“Don’t even try.”

Zuko

Zuko was having a cup of tea with Azula and Katara in the gardens. Because it was a great day and Zuko needed advice. 

“And I know I am more approachable than the other Fire Lords, but I like to walk without being stopped all of the time. Mai doesn’t want to walk with me anywhere.” he stopped his rambling and looked at her sister “Are you even listening to me?” 

Azula was with her eyes closed enjoying the sun while Zuko spoke. She actually was paying attention but the sun felt great.

“Of course I am.” said Azula without opening her eyes or moving.

“So?” 

“Don’t stop with anyone anymore. Challenge some of them to Agni Kai.” 

Zuko looks annoyed at her not knowing if she really believes that or she simply wants to make fun of him.

So instead of picking a fight he decided to get a second opinion. 

“Katara?” 

Katara has been looking mesmerized at Azula enjoying the sun like she was the only thing that matters. But as Zuko asks her directly she knows she has to answer something.

“I am Katara.” Even after talking as if her brain didn’t work anymore at all she didn’t look away 

Zuko stared at her blankly. “Whoa she has fallen deep”.

“Great, your pity party broke my girlfriend.” complained Azula while she stopped to enjoy the sun and look at Zuko.

But in that moment, before Zuko could reply, they heard a loud “NO” from Katara when she saw Azula move from her previous position.

Knowing that he wouldn’t get the help he needed and being a little bit angry at these two, Zuko woke up to leave.

“Geez, I get it. I ask Aang. I don’t know why I even ask you two. One is mean and one is drooling over the mean one.”  He looked at them narrowing his eyes and left.

“Were you drooling?” said Azula smirking.

“I’m breaking up with you.” replied Katara, staring at her and pouting.

“Sure but first let’s keep enjoying the sun for a while”

Aang

When Aang asked Azula to teach him lightbending he knew it would be weird. But at the moment she saw Katara sitting near watching them, he confirmed it.

“You know when I asked you to teach me lightbending I didn’t visualize the audience.” 

Azula was finishing her arm wraps, almost ready to train and without looking at him said “It’s just Katara. She asked me to be here. Maybe she didn’t trust us with lightning. The last time we gave her a lot of work.” 

“Only Azula could describe like that killing me with lightning” 

“She also was my waterbender teacher, now I have double pressure” 

Azula was already done when he look at him “It’s just Katara”

“Yeah I know. But-”

“Is it because I’m dating her?” Ask Azula, raising an eyebrow.

“I mean yeah but more in- no- just- Agh.” 

“So for you it is weird that your ex-girlfriend, who still is your friend and now my girlfriend, is watching us training together when I killed you and she brought you back to life?” said Azula looking at Katara. As a response Katara gave them a thumbs up clearly not hearing what they were talking.

“It isn’t for you?” 

Azula looked at Aang for a second and shrugged 

“I have to deal with hallucinations of both of my parents. This is a walk in the park compared to that.” Aang stared at her, surprised that she talked about that with him. 

“Plus if you have lived in an Iceberg for a century you can deal with a bit of awkwardness. “ she added after that. Then she started to walk to the center of the training facility.

“I guess you’re right.” 

“I usually am. Let’s start.”

Azula turned out to be a good teacher and after a while he could create a little lightning.

“LOOK SIFU AZULA IS A LITTLE SPARK.” It was little and weak he made it. 

Azula looked at him with a little smile. Aang was happy and his happiness was contagious.

“If I was Ozai I would make you increase that until it wasn’t embarrassing to look at, even though it probably breaks you today. But I am not. So we shall continue tomorrow?” 

Aang looked at her slightly worried, “I can’t fathom what that man did to her…Wait, has she asked him to continue tomorrow?” 

“It  would be my honor sifu Azula”

As soon as Aang was done with her bow Katara appeared as she was in a hurry.  “Maybe she’s going to scold me”

“Hey Kata-” but when Aang looked at her he realized she never intended to talk to him. “Is she angry?” 

The good thing is Azula looked just as confused as him. But before he can ask her what’s wrong she starts to speak looking at Aang.

“So are you done? You are done. Good. Nice flame Aang.” 

“Did she just say nice flame? We don’t…what was she looking at?!” Aang was more confused at every moment.

Then Katara looked at Azula and the rambling started.

“Azula, you were great.. The best. Who would have thought you trying to help makes you look so h- makes you a great individual…makes you-”

Azula looked confused at first but then she was smirking. 

“Whoa she has fallen deep” Aang thought, looking at Katara when she stopped “speaking” and only stared at Azula .

“Azula, let's go now.” 

“Of course as a great individual it is my duty to help. See you tomorrow, Avatar.” Then they disappear from the Avatar line of sight. 

“Well at least I know how to produce a little lightning.”

Ty lee 

Ty Lee was walking around the palace going to see Suki. When she stopped and saw Azula was training. She was an ass sometimes but her fire was something beautiful. If it wasn’t against you obviously.

“Oh hey are you looking for Suki?” Katara was leaning against a pillar. “She probably was watching Azula,” concluded Ty Lee.

“Yes, well I know where she is, so I was going to” Ty Lee stopped herself when she saw a big blue flame surrounding Azula creating a circle.

“Even after all these years, watching her training is astonishing” said Ty Lee watching Azula, then she turned to Katara “It is crazy because I have seen her millions of times. For some time it was like a routine”.

Katara looked at her with a weird look. So Ty Lee thought “Shit I make it weird” 

“Not that I want to watch her like that anymore. It is just a memory. I mean her bending is still beautif-” As Ty Lee kept talking and Katara’s face was even weirder. “Okay maybe I should just shut up. Is it awkward? Of course it is I mean we dated and we have so good memorie- Nope I’m not talking anymore ”

“Agni please help me”

“Oh no Ty Lee is fine, it’s not awkward, quite the opposite. You know Azula, I love to hear more stories about her from an external source plus you two are friends, well you are my friend too. I mean not that clos-”

“Well at least she also is rambling. Is that part of Azula’s type?”

As if she was invoked by Ty Lee’s thoughts, Azula appears next to her. 

“So now I am a show? Maybe I should join the circus” she had a playful smile on her face.

“So I would get the chance to burn your safety net?” Honestly that was water under the bridge but teasing Azula is funny. Well, when she isn’t in a killer mood.

“I would never put one there at the first place, that’s for cowards”

As they started to bicker Katara only was staring at Azula with that expression. Ty Lee still hasn’t figured out what that gaze means until.

“She was looking at her as she was the best thing in the world, so that’s why she gave me that look she wasn’t jealous she was proud” So when Azula turned back to Katara, Ty Lee paid attention to Katara's gaze and only could think “Whoa she has fallen deep”.

[daenaera-t]

The Bastard Queen

Chapter 2 Warning: None At The Moment

Summary: the children’s parentage is loudly out to question

The sun was bright, the chirping birds flying high up within the bright blue sky and near the clouds as they ignored anything that was happening down below them. In the fighting grounds within Red Keep, the royal children could be seen fighting makeshift dummies with wooden makeshift swords tight in their grips. Just a few feet away from the four boys , Daenaera sat on the stone cold steps while twirling a flower that her aunt, Princess Helena, had given to her earlier in the day.

Glancing up occasionally, the princess' dark eyes met Aegon's violet eyes as the prince looked up at her like she had been doing to him before he went back to practicing , making sure to look cool in front of her. Just a bit in front of the princess, the Commander of the Kingsguard, Ser Criston Cole, had his hands clasped behind his back as he watched the boys.

While they switched dummies once again as per usual, Jacaerys and Aemond bumped shoulders with one another, not apologizing for saying a word as they walked by each other. Just across from them, Aegon patted Lucerys shoulder before they were fighting again like the other two. Meanwhile, Ser Criston stood beside Aemond, instructing him to do stuff he wasn't doing, like softening his knees, making his feet light as he ignored the frustrated look on the prince's face.

While he swung the woöden sword, Aemond glanced in Daenaera's direction, seeing she was still twirling the flower between her fingers, taking a deep breath in as he continued to do what the guard told him. Jacaerys stabbed his wooden weapon into the dummy in front of him, making the tip of it stick into it just when Aemond used his own to knock it down, causing the brown haired prince to bend down and pick his sword up.

After swinging his sword around, Aegon stopped in his tracks as his violet eyes stopped on two handmaidens walking by, their nervous eyes glancing at him to see the bright smirk etching on his lips as he stared at them just when Criston called out his name, making him look away.

"I've won my first bout, Ser Criston. My opponent sues for mercy." Aegon comments.

Criston shrugs, nodding. "You'll have a new opponent then, My Lord of the Straw. Let's see if you can touch me. You and your brother."

As the guard grabs one of the many wooden swords, Aegon looks to his brother with raised brows as Jacaerys and Lucerys step off to the side. Interested, Y/n stood up and walked over until she was beside her brothers. Soon enough, the Targaryen brothers were letting out grunts as they tried to hit at Ser Criston, but the guard seemed to be quicker than them, using one hand only as the other rested behind his back.

Aegon ran forward to try and hit him but Criston pushed him towards Aemond, causing them to bump into one another as the older prince tried to regain his footing. Unfortunately, neither of the brothers had been able to hit the guard as they moved to stand with the other two brothers and their sister. Meanwhile, just a bit behind them, Ser Harwin had been watching the whole thing as his gaze moved to his children, looking to the boys, calling out to them as they looked over.

"Weapons up, boys. Give your enemies no quarter." Harwin instructs, making Criston look at him.

"It seems the younger boys could do better with a bit of your attention, Ser Criston."

"You question my method of instruction, ser?" Criston asks.

"I merely suggest that method be applied to all your pupils." Harwin replies just when Aegon pushed Lucerys to the side a bit.

"Very well. Jacaerys, come here." Criston demands, harshly grabbing a hold of the front of the boy's armor and pulling him forward.

"You spar with Aegon. Eldest son against eldest son."

"It's hardly a fair match." Harwin points out when Jacaerys looks over at him with a panicked look as Aegon pats his nephew's shoulder.

"I know you've never seen a true battle, ser, but when steel is drawn, a fair match isn't something anyone should expect." Criston argues.

Harwin doesn't say anything else, only staring at the guard with narrowed eyes. From the side, Daenaera felt her little brother grab her hand as she looked at the back of her other brother's head nervously, knowing Aegon was a lot stronger and bigger than him. Noticing this, Aemond reached over and gently grabbed her hand in hope of giving her comfort. When Criston gave them the go, Aegon was the first to do something as he rushed towards his nephew, swinging his sword while Jacaerys stepped back in shock.

Aemond grabbed a hold of Daenaera's hand , pulling her off to the side while Daenaera pulled Lucerys with her when the two boys were rushing right in their direction before Aegon shoved Jacaerys to the ground with one hand, making the younger prince grunt in slight pain. He was quick to get up to his feet, however, lunging towards his uncle while letting out a cry, making Aegon step back in shock. It wasn't long until they were on either side of one of the dummies when the white haired prince pushed the dummy towards his nephew, making him take a few steps back before it fell on him. Harwin points a finger at Aegon.

"Foul play." he yelled 

"I'll deal with him." Criston assures.

Either of the men went to the boys, Criston roughly grabbing the collar of Aegon's armor while Harwin did the same with Jacaerys, just more softly than the other man. The sound of their voices could be heard.

When Criston looked back over at the father and son, Harwin had a soft grip on Jacaerys chin as the prince nodded and smiled at the older man, listening to his words.

Aegon clenched his jaw, his cries being heard as they were back to fighting, the occasional sounds of Criston's instructions that turned into a shout as Aegon sent a foot against his nephew's chest, sending him down to the ground. Aegon continued swinging his sword around, listening to the guard. Seeing that Criston wasn't gonna stop it, Harwin was quick to grab ahold of Aegon's sword, stopping the fight while shoving the older prince away, sending him to the ground.

Just above on the balcony, King Viserys I Targaryen had been watching as his grandsons and sons were fighting. Daenaera rushes to her twin brother, helping him up with Lucerys by their side.

"You dare put hands on me?" Aegon screams.

"Aegon!" Viserys calls out in a scolding tone.

"You forget yourself, Strong. That is the prince." Criston reminds.

"This is what you teach, Cole?" Harwin questions, ignoring his words while he grabbed the swords that each of the boys dropped to the ground. "Cruelty to the weaker opponent?"

"Your interest in the princeling's training is quite unusual, Commander.

Most men would only have that kind of devotion toward a cousin... or a brother... or a son." Criston comments in thought.

This finally seemed to be the last straw for Harwin as he dropped the swords, spinning around and roughly punching the guard in the face. This seemed to surprise everyone in the training ground, including the children as they stumbled back. Keeping her brothers close, Daenaera clutched the sleeve of Aegon's shirt while they watched with wide eyes. Criston collapsed to the ground, but Harwin didn't seem to be done yet as he climbed on top of him to continue his assault. 

After a couple seconds, two guards rushed over and grabbed a hold of the Strong man, a few more having to rush over to keep the man back from the kingsguard, all while Harwin continued to scream at him to say those words again. Still laying on the ground, Criston smiled as if he had succeeded something before spitting the blood that laid in his mouth out, having a very strong hunch about the relationship between Ser Harwin Strong and the Velaryon children.

[shesinshambles]

Ghost bc Whump Month Day Two: Collapse

Little late with these but better than never I guess!

TW for a character forgetting / neglecting to eat

You never minded working hard, and it wasn’t that you were trying to grind yourself to the bone. It was just, easy to forget about everything else on tour. There was always something. Last minute costume fixes, scheduling issues, keeping the bus clean. And the ghouls. The ghouls. Swiss and Dew making a mess after one of their shenanigans, Swiss and Dew at one another’s throats, trying to get Mountain up for rehearsals— The point was that there was always something to do!

And today was one of those days. Everything that could go wrong, was kind of going wrong. First, you were up early to get coffees and breakfast for everyone because a particularly plucky fire ghoul fried the outlets last night and no one had had time to repair them yet. Thankfully, Aether was up early too and offered to come with and help you bring it all back so you got some mercy there. Then you broke up a squabble about who took the last cinnamon roll and went about making calls to reschedule interviews, make sure the venues were prepared, let the hotel know you would be late to check in because of course, the bus was having problems.

You’d been busy. And breakfast was far gone. But you still had work to. So, you ignored the neglected rumblings of your stomach and your shaky hands and pushed through the best you could. It was your turn to clean the bus anyway, and you were nearly done, only the kitchenette left. You’d eat as soon as you were done. You’d bent down to pick up a fork you’d dropped while doing the dishes when footsteps resounded behind you, coming to a casual stop.

“Hey sister, do you know if we have any crackers left?” Dewdrop asked, yawning. Probably just got up from a nap.

“Um.” You frown, standing up. Blood rushes from your head and you steady yourself with a hand on the counter, little black spots slowly creeping their way into your vision. “Check the cabinets,” you sigh. “Can’t remember.” Every second that goes by the black spots creep further and further in. You shake your head, gripping the counter. Just push through. Almost done. You take a glass from the sink, fumbling for the dish rag.

“Hey, you good?”

“Hmm?” You turn around, leaning back on the counter. Dew’s voice is coming from somewhere, but right now you can’t possibly pinpoint exactly where that somewhere might be.

“You didn’t answer my question.” His voice is hollow, and why is everything spinning? The glass slides from your hand, shattering on the floor with a loud crash. “Shit!”

“Oopsie Daisy,” you mumble. You hear a distant “Fuck!” as the world goes black.

“She just went down.” A cold sweat sweeps over you, and as you crack your eyes open, you’re vaguely aware of two shadowy heads looming over you.

“Did she hit her head?” There’s cotton in your ears, fuzzy, muddled.

“Nah, caught her before she fell.”

“What happened?” You groan, trying to sit up.

“Hey, hey, hey, easy.” Aether’s guides you up to sit slowly with firm, gentle hands on your shoulders, and you blink in confusion.

“You passed out on me,” Dew says softly. Then there’s a glass of water thrust into your hand. You take a small sip, and then another. The cold water soothing your befuddled mind, lifting that heavy fog.

“We should get you to your bunk. You need to rest right now,” Aether murmurs. All you can do is nod weakly, letting the Aether ghoul help you up from the floor and walk you to your bunk. He settles you in with a cold facecloth on your forehead, saying he’ll come check on you in a bit.

You’re alone for a few minutes, finishing off your glass of water when there’s a knock on the outside of your bunk. You pull back the curtains to find Dew holding a plate with some crackers, cheese, and a few candies on it

“Feelin’ good enough to eat something?” You offer him a small smile and scoot over on the smell bed, patting the empty space next to you in offering. The fire ghoul huffs, but takes your offer, handing you the plate before settling in, tucking a hand behind his head.

“Thanks,” you murmur, gingerly taking a bite out of a cracker. When it doesn’t upset your stomach, you wolf it down, putting a slice of cheese on the next one.

“Figured you hadn’t eaten,” he chuckles, and you nod.

“Got busy.”

“I know. You’ve been going non-stop all day.” He frowns at you, a very unfamiliar crease forming between his brows. He’s worried.

“Sorry,” you murmur sheepishly around another cracker, and Dew shakes his head.

“No, no you don’t have to apologize. It’s just—you scared me is all.” He grumbles it out, a hand scratching at his brow. And your heart melts a little bit at that. You snuggle closer to the fire ghoul, and though you’re fully expecting him to pull away, he doesn’t. “C’mere,” he mutters under his breath, sliding an arm under your head, pulling you into his side. You rest your head on his chest, feeling Dew tuck you under his chin, his warmth calming you.

“Thanks.”

“For what?” You shrug.

“Worrying about me.” A puff of soft laughter tickles your hair.

“Someone’s got to.” You merely hum, finishing off your snack and popping a candy into your mouth. Dew places the plate on the floor, and for awhile, the two of you lie together in total silence; him, petting your hair and gently purring, you with a small smile on your face.

“Can’t believe you said oopsie daisy before passing out,” Dew snickers, and you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment.

“Shut up!” you groan, but you’re laughing along with him.

“It was cute.”

“Yeah?” You crane your neck up, and he looks down at you, grinning in amusement.

“Yeah.”

The exhaustion of the day is getting to you, and Dew’s warmth and the sway of the bus are certainly not helping. You fight to keep your eyes open.

“Hey,” Dew murmurs, noticing as you try to rub the sleep from your eyes. “Just sleep, you got nowhere you need to be.” And as though he’s pulling the thoughts straight out of your mind, Dew adds: “I’ll be right here when you wake up.” You smile into the fire ghoul’s chest, and with the feeling of his cheek resting atop your head, you drift off into much needed slumber.

[dreamersbcll]

Sam’s Heart

to have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you

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Flexing her wrists against the cold steel cuffs, Tara sighed. She knew she shouldn’t have gotten too greedy. Now she was trapped, and she didn’t have a good way out. Her eyes were wild, constantly scanning back and forth, trying to find a weakness in her situation.

It was her fault for being in this situation. She knew it. Sam will know it once she locates her. Tara didn’t have to worry about being alone. Sam will always find her.

Looking up at her captor, some incel in a Ghostface costume, she scoffed. He was so excited. What a fool. She couldn’t wait for Sam to kiss that gleeful face with their hunting knife. Better yet, maybe Tara would be allowed to do the honors.

But she had gotten lazy and ended up getting kidnapped. Sam wouldn’t allow her to kill, much less hold the knife. Tara will have to watch her sister take care of her fucked-up situation.

(She didn’t mind. She loved to watch Sam destroy, especially for Tara. It was as nature intended)

“Hey, asshole. How long do you think you can prevent her from staying away?” Tara jeered, grinning up at the man. “You know she’s coming.”

He looked down at her, and Tara could practically feel the scornful look he was giving her. Too bad he was a coward hiding behind a mask. Sam was too good for the mask. No, she was better than that. She would prove it.

Bending down, he reached over and grasped Tara’s chin tightly, the leather-gloved hand digging into her gums. It didn’t matter. He wasn’t going to win. Tara could handle pain.

Could he?

“Listen, brat. I want her to show up. I want her to watch as I gut you like a fish. And then I will walk away and let her stare at your lifeless body. Then she would know what it’s like to lose someone you love. Only then would she feel the pain I have inside of me,” he hissed, shaking her jaw a bit.

She spat bloody saliva onto his mask, relishing how he jerked back in disgust. “Spare me the tears. Whoever we took was shown mercy compared to what we will do to you.”

Before she could register it, he quickly slapped her across the face, the noise forcing a surprised gasp from her lips. It didn’t hurt, but she wasn’t ready to receive it. That was definitely going to bruise. Sam didn’t like marks on her face. Her big sister hated it when Tara had bruises because then she had to indict the same on whoever hurt her little girl.

Tara blew a piece of hair out of her face. “You shouldn’t have done that. She doesn’t like when I have marks on my face. That’s definitely going to bruise,” she sing-songed, jutting out her lip in a fake pout.

“She can’t control how I will tear you apart, and she certainly can’t control when and how I will kill you. Shut the fuck up,” he growled, raising his hand again.

She leaned forward, grinning devilishly. “Say hi to Martha for me.”

If Sam’s knife hadn’t severed his head from his shoulders, maybe Tara would’ve seen his shocked expression or how he died. Sam hoisted Tara by the elbows, looking over her baby sister.

Tara grinned up at Sam, bloody spit dribbling down her chin, a fresh bruise shining on her cheek. Blood of the fallen man dripped down her forehead, and her wrists were swollen and bruised, but she kept smiling.

Sam’s eyes raked over Tara’s appearance, a muscle in her jaw jumping at the sight of her bruised face. Running a hand along the bruise, Sam sighed. She grasped Tara’s chin, forcing her to look up at Sam.

It didn’t matter. Tara was already asking for permission to take in her big sister. And Sam granted it, though a little annoyed.

Her big sister sighed. “You got lazy,” she commented, her thumb rubbing Tara’s chin.

Tara shrugged. “The chase was too fun to give up. Plus, I had him. You just wanted to finish it.”

Sam scoffed but reached down to open the cuffs and pulled Tara in.

“Don’t do that again,” her big sister commanded, her voice rumbling through Tara’s body.

Closing her eyes, she breathed in deep. Her protector. Her love. The only thing that mattered to her.

The only one who knew all of Tara, her love still unwavering. Because they had each other, that’s all they needed.

Besides a good knife.

Tara hummed against Sam’s chest. “Will do.”

——

“Lean your head back, baby.”

Tara obeyed her big sister’s command, letting her hair fall into the sink. Sam got to work, running hot water over Tara's scalp. Despite the steam billowing off her head, Tara shivered in delight at the temperature, her eyes fluttering shut.

The two were silent, Sam carefully washing the blood out of Tara’s hair, the skin staining crimson red. Neither minded the bloody water; it was comforting to see their hard work disappear, making room for a new kill.

“I don’t like seeing your skin bruised. Don’t they know you’re mine? They don’t get to touch you. Why did you let them?” Sam softly asked, her voice even.

Tara shrugged. “I wanted to see what you would do,” she paused, moistening her lips. “And I wasn’t let down.”

Her big sister beamed, her wolffish smile tight. “I would never,” she purred.

The two didn’t speak again, taking in each other's presence.

They would never live without each other. Their lives were meant to be forever woven, neither living without the other.

To be alone with one another was all they needed. Always.

[witch-and-her-witcher]

Chapter Ten

nessian | E | marriage of convenience, first hybern war AU, angst, whump, emotional slow burn

War brings them together, a bond binds them - but is that enough for two broken people to find love with each other?

Thank you @popjunkie42-blog and @wilde-knight for your beta reading and handholding. <3

For my darling @asnowfern!

Ao3 | Chapter 10/24

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Nesta emerges from the bath pruny, Elain selflessly giving her as much time as she wishes to soak. She feels like a new woman. Clean of grime she hadn’t even known was still on her skin, so much so that she’d had to drain the first batch of water she’d drawn and refilled it once her skin was scrubbed pink.

“Rinse and scrub first before filling it completely,” she warns her sister in passing, toweling the ends of her wet hair.

Elain nods her thanks and closes the bathroom door behind her.

For a moment, Nesta considers insisting the door remains open. Better to hear or catch sight if Elain …

No, Elain is better. She’s stronger, brighter. Taking a turn. 

Unlike Nesta.

Gods, Elain lost the man she loved more than anything else and still pulled herself together. How weak can Nesta be?

There’s the dull thrum of conversation when she passes by the door to the hallway. Nesta has dressed, so she slips out of the door and creeps to the top of the stairs.

Her chest wiggles like a bird is trapped behind her rib cage, trying to escape.

The damn bond.

Nesta crosses her arms high over her chest, as if that will do anything against the great pull.

“— what could I do, nanay —”

“— that’s exactly the problem, you don’t know what to do. You’re too young. Married? Pssh. You have come back a war hero, you should be —”

“— she’s my mate.”

The brisk exchange halts at the exhaled confession.

“Besides, you’re not much older, nanay. And when you found your mate, you were much younger than I am now, even younger than she is. It was the only honorable thing to do.”

“I don’t know about honorable …” Koa, Nesta recognizes the brusque tone, sighs. “You’ve been at war, that affects a male’s mind. I just wish you had sought my counsel first before jumping into this decision. Humans, pogi?”

She doesn’t hear the response, because Nesta shifts her weight and the floorboard creaks underneath her. She curses, but it's too late. Both fae on the floor below fall silent.

“Come down. Stop lurking.”

Nesta is tempted to go back to her room, to fight the command senselessly. The humiliation of walking down those steps — not for bending so easily, but to do so in front of Cassian? It’s sickening.

But she’s at the mercy of these people and doesn’t want to tempt a worse fate for Elain. They have walls around them now, running water …

Nesta descends the stairs, chin out and held high despite the blush creeping up her neck. Ridiculous or not, she won’t show these fae how far she’s fallen.

“Eavesdropping?” Koa chides, clucking her tongue. “Childish.”

Nesta remains rigid, trying to ignore the heat of Cassian’s gaze boring into her. His smell is overwhelming in this home, woodsy musk that makes her insides curl pleasantly —

There’s no amount of washing, soaking, scrubbing to do away with the dull thrum between her legs, remind her with each movement what they had shared.

She hates the thrill it sends straight up her spine, to that miserable bond.

“You two need to speak, don’t you?”

Nesta raises her brow.

Koa narrows her eyes. “Now you’re obedient? Speak, girl. Please, my time is precious, I need to leave and I would like to do so with the security that my home will not be torn apart like some battlefield.”

“We wouldn’t —”

“Quiet, pogi. I want to hear what your wife has to say, how she will make up for her embarrassing display yesterday.”

Nesta scoffs. “What will I be doing? It’s him who should be making up with me.”

Koa shoots Cassian a smug look, the first break in her icy exterior in front of Nesta. Cassian only has eyes for Nesta, and her words make his nostrils flare, jaw twitch … If she touched those brown cheeks, she’s sure they would be sweltering with his triggered temper.

“That’s not how it works here, wife.”

“Ah, no ‘sinta ko’ now? How quickly you show your true colors.”

“You have to atone for that display, it's a mark against my pride and makes us look weak —”

“You need to atone for your actions. I wouldn’t have put on such a display if you hadn’t forced my hand by misleading me, keeping the truth of the situation from me.”

The weakness from the day before, that unbidden softness towards this male, has dissipated with all of the hopes she’d had riding on him, on who she believed he was. Now, clean and warmed through, feeling like a new woman, Nesta feels her Archeron anger rising under her flesh to meet with this male’s.

Bring it on.

Cassian bares his teeth. Nesta smiles cooly.

Her tongue will always be sharp, barbed, difficult to outmaneuver. Honed for a battle of wills her mother had prepared her for, she had practiced using on Feyre when they butted heads — and her sister was a far better match in wits.

“Nesta —”

A choking thunderclap rattles the windowpanes, sucks the air right from Nesta’s lungs.

Cassian leaps for her.

Nesta throws herself against the wall to dodge his touch and to get out of Koa’s way.

“Do not, under any circumstances, leave this home,” she directs curtly, drawing her wings in tightly.

“Nanay, what —”

Koa looks back, and she looks so, so weary again. A thousand years in those eyes despite her age being not so much greater than Cassian. “I’m pregnant. He’ll kill you, or any male. I need to get him to the palace.”

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[miracles-and-butterflies]

How did the centre Mirabel react once she realised how much of pigment she had lost?

Mirabel swore she was dreaming when she passed by the mirror. They had only been in the new house for a handful of hours and she was still getting use to the modern layout. If she hadn’t walked into the bathroom, needing to clean her hands from some of Isabela’s pollen, she would have assumed it was some creepy portrait hanging on the wall. A painting of a ghost or something if she were to guess, from the pale and almost lifeless-looking figure staring back at her.

But, said portrait moved with her. Eyes widening and blinking as it shifted back from the sink, watery coloured liquid cascading between white fingers. As she breathed heavily, her reflection did too.

What the actual hell?

She knew that she lost pigment in her hands. She remembers them slowly losing their colour and warmth, disappearing in odd splotches. The room in the centre was quite dark so she was never fully aware of the extent - it would have helped if she had a mirror and her vision (at a distance) wasn’t so blurry - but she knew it was more than just her hands. She never realised it was quite this bad though. She can barely recognise herself. Her hair looks like it has been completely bleached. God, even her eyebrows and lashes… there’s a few spots of her actual skin colour still visible across her body, if that is any mercy.

The eyes are what threw her the most - they weren’t even the same. She had never heard of eyes being two different colours before. One eye, her left (the mirror’s right), was the same amber eyes of a doe that have been in her head since she was born. The other eye wasn’t remotely brown at all. No colour at all. There was more colour in the pollen coming off her hands than her whole body.

This couldn’t be real… this had to be a dream. Of course it was. Any second now she would wake up back in the centre from whatever torture she was being subjected to that day. Why would she ever think any of this could be real? Why would she ever get a gift? Why would they make it out of the centre in one piece? Why would things ever be good for them?!

That’s when Isabela sauntered in, completely covered in pollen and not being careful with what she was staining as she pushed the door open.

“Yeah, so, apparently Dolores was right and the adults are in fact not happy to have me redecorate the sitting room,” Isabela was saying, chuckling to herself. “Which is their loss. I think I improved the living room; plants give us oxygen to live, so it makes sense… you okay, sis? I don’t think you’ve blinked since I walked in?”

“This isn’t real,” Mirabel mumbled.

“What isn’t?”

“This… you… I’m not here…”

“You definitely are.” To prove the point, Isabela leaned over and lightly pinched her arm. Mirabel felt her knees give it out as she winced in pain. It wasn’t that sore; it was just what it meant. “Um… you okay?”

Mirabel didn’t answer. She couldn’t bring herself to get a word out. She just sobbed, staring at herself in horror. Her hands, her arms, her legs, the ends of her hair. She could almost make out the little holes of where the injections had been forced into her.

Isabela quickly washed the majority of the pollen off her arms and face, before crouching down on the floor beside Mirabel. Mirabel didn’t say anything and barely looked her way. She gently picked up her sister’s hands and dried them off with a towel, which finally made Mirabel look up at her.

“I’m sorry,” she says first. She doesn’t actually know what to say, but she knows she should say something. She knows she would want someone to talk to her if she was in Mirabel’s tiny shoes. “I know you might not feel like yourself, right now… or maybe ever. And you can change your hair or dress or name or whatever you want to make yourself feel better, and we’ll all support you with it because we’re your family. We’re not gonna leave you or throw you out or anything. Point is, you are still my little sister and I love you.”

Mirabel didn’t do anything for a moment, eventually she settled on throwing her arms around her sister and just crying into Isabela’s shoulder.

Isabela returned the hug, petting her hair gently. She wouldn’t usually, but just in case, Mirabel was worried that people would be freaked out and uncomfortable with the change of skin and hair. It was best just to prove she wasn’t.

“Besides,” she added, half-joking. “You aren’t getting out of dealing with my chaos that easy.”

[two-white-butterflies]

coaxed you into paradise

Chapter Eleven: Melarys Description: Saera Targaryen was her father's forgotten daughter. Years following her marriage with Ser Harwin Strong, she catches him in an affair with her sister and seeks solace in the arms of her uncle. Not realizing that the consequence of their affair is just as dire as her sister's. masterlist

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DAEGON SETTLES BESIDE HELAENA, as her fingers delicately danced upon the mantle of a living centipede. Everyone found the princess to be strange, but he didn't — as a matter of fact, he related to her. He found interest in bugs and dirt, something that his mother disliked greatly.

"My mother speaks about a marriage between your mother and Prince Daemon," she whispered in her earthly voice and he nods, "They did marry each other — I guess that's why father is cross." he replied as he looked at the closed door of his parent's chambers.

Daegon couldn't understand his father's anger. Actually, he couldn't understand his father at all. He always spent his time with Alyssa or Princess Rhaenyra's sons. He couldn't relate to his father — at least not in the ways a son should.

Instead, he finds that understanding his granduncle, Daemon, who has comforted him at night when his nightmares have grown too haunted to bear. Daemon was his father — not Harwin.

"Mother says that it isn't right, for a woman to take two-husbands." she mimicked her mother's rants and Daegon frowns. To his understanding, Queen Alicent was not a Targaryen — and she followed the faith of the seven religiously. "Just because its rare does not mean it's wrong." he muttered not trying to argue with his best-friend.

Helaena hums and returns her attention to the bug in her hand. "I guess you're right. Mother doesn't make sense anyways," she agreed as she opens his palms and places the bug in his hand.

"And it's better, because now — you can have two fathers!" she adds as the centipede walks down his forearm.

HARWIN SITS WITH HIS LEGS WIDE OPEN, his eyes had a drunken stare in them. In front of him, stood Saera Targaryen — his wife. "You have forfeited all rights in being mad," she stated coldly as his gaze remained undwindled.

"Your uncle lies — he wishes only to have you. There is nothing between me and your sister, nothing but respect." he tries to plead his innocence but she saw them with her own two eyes.

She takes a step forward, resisting the chuckle that was forming at the back of her throat. Instead, she smiles bitterly and stares at him too. "You cry wolf and dare lie in front of me," she accused as his frown deepens.

He stands up, and his armor clinks — he stares at her blankly, a hint of desperation in his features. She knew that he bore no love for her, and only wanted to save his honor. "I have been your dutiful husband, loving none but you — sharing no other's bed but yours. Your betrayal is hurting me, and our children." he lied through gritted teeth.

"Hurting our children? My marriage to a person they consider as their father will not hurt them. What hurts them is that you pay more attention to Rhaenyra's children, rather than them." she calls him out, and he looks away.

There was no point in lying — not when her decision was already firm. "Rhaenyra's children are yours, are they not? And do not lie, because I will know." she pointed and he looks at the ground.

His lips were pursed, and his heart held nothing but shame. He was silent and shameful, a sharp contrast to her body which held nothing but pride. "I know of your affair with her — I've remained idle all these years because of the vultures that seek my father's throne. I am doing this for love of my family, and not the love of you." she accused and he raises his arms in surrender.

"How can I make it up to you?" he asked, his will dying with his heart. His wife's anger was dangerous — and as potent as dragonfire, he didn't want to be at the blunt of her sword, not when he was still at her mercy.

She looks away from him, and turns towards the window. "Return to Harrenhal, and forget about your life here." she commanded as she looked back at his face. There was a time where she loved him, and would have given him the world. But those days were spent, and gone like the leaves.

"You cannot ask me to do that," he argued but she raises her fingers, dismissing his thoughts. "It is what I want," she added as his head hung low. "I cannot be punished for something I have no control of," he tried to lie once more, but she laughs at his face.

She circles him, and places a hand on his chest. "I have been a penitent wife — cowering in your shadows and swallowing all shame. But you cannot take the only thing that makes me happy. I will kill you, Harwin." she threatened as she takes the dagger from his side and traces it in his armor.

"Leave for your home, and I might be merciful." she states as she reaches for the doorknob and walks out of his room. Leaving him with nothing but defeat and shame.

ALYSSA JOGS TOWARDS HER FATHER, hugging his legs tightly. "Please don't leave." she pleaded as he gently ruffled her hair, which was wet and smelt of salt water. "I return to home, Alyssa. Our home," he replies as he glances at Saera who stood motionless, leaning at one of the alabaster pillars.

She was a cold woman, and all hopes of ever seeing his children vanished as quick as it came. "Then, bring me with you." she offered as he wiped her tears with a cotton cloth. "Alyssa, I am not going to die. I merely wish to spend my time in Harenhal." he chuckles as he brings her closer and gives her a hug.

"But who will ride with me in Bluefyre in your absence?" she questioned with a pout and he presses a kiss to her forehead. "You can ask Jace, or Luke." he pondered as Saera clears her throat.

"And you can ride with Helaena and Daegon or Rhaena and Baela." she added as one of the guards calls for Harwin. "But now is the time for your father to leave," she says as her daughter ran towards her and gives her a light embrace.

Alyssa was gentle like a lotus, and in the absence of her father, she'd in fact become more of a dragon. She turns towards Harwin, and gives him a false smile. "Goodbye, Harwin." she bids with a light wave as the man began his descent towards the carriage.

Lord Lyonel was leaving with his son, in hopes of getting him used to Harenhal. But he would return in due time, and fill the ranks of her father's courts once again.

"Goodbye, Papa!" Alyssa yells as she watches the carriage leave, and with it, all the chances of ever seeing her father again.

TW: FIRE, DEATH, BURNING

THE FIRE HAD GROWN TOO HIGH, and Harwin had just recently awoken. Behind him, he could hear his father's screams as he desperately tries to claw his way out of his room. "Father!" he screams as he takes a crowbar and begins prying the metal doors open.

Lord Lyonel bangs his hands upon the wall, "Harwin, leave!" he commanded but his son would not listen. He could not have his father die — the situation at court was a delusional one, they both had to defend their honors and succeed against The Rogue Prince's delusiveness.

"No," he refused as the fire gently stalks towards his foot. "Harwin, as your father and as the hand of the king. I command you to leave!" Lord Lyonel exclaims as his son continues banging across the door.

Harwin knew that he was powerful — that he was more than capable of saving his loved one. "And as your son, I decline!" he yells back as he successfully derails the doorknob.

But by this time, the fire had grown too much to bear. He only realized that his flesh was burning, when the ringing in his ear halted.

He screamed loudly — and was brought back to rumors of Harren's Curse. He falls unto the ground, as his father's screams began to drown out of his ears.

He desperately tries to extinguish the flame in his forearm. Only to fail, and for the fire to reach his entire body.

He yells in agony, as his flesh falls apart.

And in every last breath of Harwin Strong, he was cruelly reminded that those who try to fight fire are only destined to burn.

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