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smoooothoperator · 9 months

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untouchable

01: It's Begining To Look A Lot Like Christmas

Lando Norris x OC (Violet Sinclair)

same group friend, unrequited love, acquittances to lovers, ski trip, love triangle

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: lando being cute. nothing serious yet.

a/n: MERRY MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE! I think it was the perfect time to post this story since it's actually based on this time of the year. I hope everyone had a great year and that the one about to come is better.

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Winter. Most people love that season. Snow, shiny streets decorated with lights, hot chocolate, families reunited to decorate the house, cozy clothes… And what couples love: cuddling without melting because of the high temperatures the summer brings, holding hands, sleeping together.

Sounds cute, amazing, beautiful.

Unless you are single.

When you are single, you won't have someone to give you body heat, or to get your hand warm while you walk on the street. Instead of that, you have to wear gloves, scarfs and warm clothes.

I never wanted this to happen. I never wanted to be in this situation, wishing I was her. Everytime they got cozy on the couch, I wished it was me who he was holding. Everytime they walked in front of me, I wish it was my hand the one he's holding and keeping warm in the pocket of his coat.

But sadly, I have a crush on my best friend's boyfriend. It wasn't on purpose. Harry and I started college the same year and both of us were in the same classes, sharing tables and after the first months studying, sharing a group of friends. We were the link of our group, the ones that introduced our friends to the others.

And that's how Eloise met Harry.

Eloise was my childhood best friend, my neighbor, my forever supporter on everything I did, the one that was always behind me with a hand on my back and pushing me to follow my dreams.

Except that one time. But it wasn't her fault.

I knew she liked Harry and he liked Eloise. The moment they met for the first time, I felt how something changed, I felt how Harry couldn't stop looking at her, how his smile was bigger whenever he heard her talk or laugh.

That's why I had to take a step back and let them be happy together, even if it meant that I had to swallow my own feelings and watch how they fell in love with each other.

The winter vacations were getting closer and with that the plans of shopping gifts and decorations started. The last class before the vacations officially started was longer that it looked, time flew very slow and all of us were counting down the seconds to grab our things and leave the campus.

“Do you have something planned with your family?” Harry asked me, talking low.

“No, actually “ I sighed. “I won't go home for Christmas Eve. Eloise asked me to go to the trip you planned”

“Oh, right” he nodded. “The guys will go too”

“Yeah, she told me” I nodded. “Who will go, by the way?”

“Well… Max and Pietra, Lando…” he started to count, making me him and pay attention to the teacher again.

Or at least, look like I was paying attention.

Harry's group of friends is everything but normal. Max and Lando were always there, his childhood friends that met during his short period of kart racing when they were just seven years. While Harry decided to focus on his studies and start a career to follow the steps of his father, Max and Lando continued with their passion for motorsport, but only Lando could make it to the final level, to Formula 1.

“Lando? The season is already finished?” I asked, typing some things on my laptop.

“Yeah, it did some weeks ago” he nodded.

“Ah, nice”

Lando Norris. I rarely talked with him. Every time our group hangs out, he's always with Max and Pietra. What we say to the other is the basic two people from the same group can say. Sure, we texted to congratulate our own personal wins and our birthdays, or even to give details whenever he invited us to some races so each one of us could have their own paddock pass.

“When are we leaving?” I asked. “I have to make my suitcase”

“Then do it when you arrive home because we are leaving in two days” he chuckled, making me frown.

“Oh, okay” I nodded.

In two days. And my birthday will be in the middle of the trip?

When the teacher ended the class I packed my backpack, putting the laptop inside of it as well as my notebook. I saw Harry looking at his phone with a smile and I immediately knew he was texting Eloise.

“I'll send you the details, okay? Lando took care of the plane” Harry said, and I just hummed in response.

I hung the backpack on my left shoulder and walked out, grabbing my phone and getting out of the classroom.

Everyone ran through the corridors, excited to finally leave the classes and have free days for some weeks before going back to bury their noses on the books to study again.

The streets are cold, freaking cold. With only two minutes out of the building, my nose is as cold as an ice cube and the need of wrapping the scarf around my throat makes me smile, feeling the warm material caressing the skin of my cheeks. Only a ten minutes walk and then I'll be at home, where I can change my clothes for cozy ones and drink a warm coffee while reading a book.

I was excited for the trip. It's been a long time since all of us went on a trip. Since Lando is always working around the globe, planning something for all of us was hard. Max and Pietra are always together, if one can go the other will join, they go as a pack unless Max has to do things with Lando's eSports team Quadrant. Harry and I have basically the same schedule, working on the last year of our master to finally have the title of our career.

The group chat was already working, sending messages to check if everything was ready, asking the last details for the trip.

Then I saw a text from another chat. Lando.

Lando Norris: You want to have a single room?

Violet Sinclair: Wow, thank you for reminding me how single I am.

Lando Norris: I wasn't saying it in that way!

Violet Sinclair: I know, silly. And yeah, that would be great 🙂

I sigh, rolling my eyes and leaving my phone on my nightstand while I changed my clothes.

Lando and I are the only ones that are single in the group. Which is kinda a relief, because I'm moments where the six of us hang out together, at least I know that I won't be alone watching how two couples are cozy in front of me.

The list of rooms reserved was shown on the screen in front of me. Two double rooms and two single rooms.

When Max mentioned that Violet was going to come on the trip after Eloise asked her, I immediately started to search for a place to stay for a week for all of us.

It was my turn to organize the trip, last summer it was Max who did it, even if not all of us went. But this time Violet was coming with us instead of staying with her family or in her apartment to study. At least, she won't be alone during her birthday.

Violet befriended Harry when they started college, and the moment he introduced her to Max and I, it was immediate love at first sight. The moment I saw her walk inside Harry's apartment and her golden hair held on a ponytail wave with every step she made closer to me, I fell hard for her.

But the moment I saw how she looked at Harry, I knew I had zero chances with her.

Even if her best friend dated Harry, she couldn't stop looking at him with adoration, a way sometimes I wished she could look at me.

I never liked being in a love triangle, it always brings trouble, more if it's inside a group of friends. But I couldn't help but feel that way.

“Mate, are you really going to be alone? You won't bring that girl from Raya?” Max asked, walking inside my streaming room and looking at the screen.

“For what? To make things more uncomfortable than they are already going to be with two couples?” I laughed, trying to lock my phone and making sure he doesn't see my chat with Violet.

“I mean, you are always complaining that you are single…” he sighed.

“I won't make Violet be uncomfortable too” I said, raising my shoulders and rolling my eyes.

“So it's because of her?” he smirked, making me roll my eyes and turn around the chair.

It's always because of her.

I made a profile on a dating app, because of her. I flirt with girls, because of her. I try to be at parties, because of her.

Because it is the least I can do to try to forget a woman that will never want me. And no matter how hard the effort is, my mind always crawls back at her.

So yeah, I do many stupid things because of her.

The last stupid thing was buying the book she talked about with Eloise during one of our game nights, sending it to her without a name of who sent it on the package. But at least, I knew she liked it and she was happy because she had it on the coffee table of her living room the day some of us went to her apartment to help her build a new library for her books.

“Harry, Eloise and Violet will take the plane in two days” I told Max. “We can go from here by train”

Max and Pietra came to Monaco a few days ago after I returned back to Monaco once the season was over. I wanted to rest, to forget about the speed and the cars. I needed to disconnect and I knew that spending time with my friends was what I needed the most.

“I'm going to buy some things” I said, getting up from the chair. “You need something?”

“If you buy dinner on your way home, that would be great” he nodded, walking out of the room and going to the guests room.

I sighed and nodded, grabbing a coat and the keys of one of my cars, driving to the mall of Monaco.

Violet's birthday will be during the trip, and I didn't want to go with my hands empty. A few days ago I saw something she would like, so I decided to buy it for her.

It was a necklace of a violet, the flower, and a book.

If there's something that can describe Violet is her passion for books. Her apartment is not big, it only has two rooms, a bathroom and an open kitchen that shares space with the living room. What is supposed to be a guest's room, is her library but with a bed on it. It's full of books, and it makes me proud to say that the books I secretly buy for her are between those shelves.

“Is this what you want?” the shop assistant said, showing me the necklace. “That girl must be lucky, this is a beautiful piece of jewelry. What a lucky girlfriend”

“Yeah…” I nodded.

If only the girlfriend part was true…

Going back home after buying some other things was exhausting. I had to buy clothes for the trip as well as dinner for Max, Pietra and me. But the fact that I had a bag with Violet's present just made me happy.

This would be the first time that I was going to be with her during her birthday, because over the last years she always went with her family to celebrate it with them.

Just when I got inside the elevator with the bags, my phone received a notification.

Violet💜: I forgot to ask, how many days are we going to stay there?

I smiled looking at the text, immediately answering her after leaving the bags on the floor.

Lando Norris: A week, I reserved a house for all of us.

Violet💜: you did? You reserved everything by yourself? How much I owe you?

Lando Norris: It's okay, it was my turn to plan the trip. Don't worry about the money

Violet💜: you sure?

Lando Norris: a hundred percent sure

“Who got you smiling like that?” Max asked when he saw me opening the door.

“What? No one!”

Lie after lie. Why can't I be honest with him? Why can't I say that I'm in love with Violet? Maybe it's because I prefer saving it to myself rather than someone having pity on me because I want someone that doesn't care about me, that wants another man.

I prefer living on my own fantasies and illusions than accepting the fact that Violet is untouchable and I will never have her.

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@elisysd @racinggirl @ninifee1802 @kakorrhaphiphobia @landoyesrizz @lorarri @bellwhysomean

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bloodstainedsaint · 10 months

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eugene roe x best friend + medic! reader hcs

word count: 900+

warnings: mentions of war (obv) but overall fluffy happy stuff :)

notes: this is really self-indulgent but i hope y'all enjoy it too

first of all, i feel like you're the only person that eugene would ever call by their nickname (at least before babe)

his nickname(s) for you would probably be based off your name or where you're from (if you're not also from louisiana), like “bluebonnet” for texas

your nickname(s) for him would be gene, bayou, or my favorite: genie

when you call him by his real name, that's how you know it's a serious matter

someone would ask: “why do you call doc roe genie?”

“‘cause he makes your wishes come true when he treats you”

if you're from louisiana, then that’s how you know him; otherwise, you guys met in the army, or thru my personal hc: you went to nursing school in louisiana and met him in a town there before the war started

being friends with eugene means that you’re either an extrovert or actually an introvert who is less soft-spoken than eugene and is therefore the more outgoing one between the two of you (bc someone has to be the talker and it's not going to be him)

when he gets mad at you (usually coming from a place of concern, like you were being too risky saving someone…or you didn't eat), he cusses at you/reprimands you in french, and if you don’t know french, then you’re just hearing angry french noises

will give you chocolate bars, a listening ear, and words of advice when you're feeling down (bc his love language is acts of service and quality time)

you’re there to calm him down whenever all his bottled up emotions are too much to suppress any further and he blows up, like with winters and welsh or when he returns from bastogne

you let him know that what he’s feeling is entirely valid and shouldn’t be swallowed down

he’d definitely go off at/death stare anyone messing with you, and you'd do the same for him (but everyone in the company loves y'all so i don't see this happening)

you’re the one who encourages him to talk to easy company’s men, because you know that you could lose them but you’re friends with them anyway and you want him to get close to them too

when eugene’s smiling, you’re smiling because you just want to see him happy

actually, he smiles the most around you, even if it's the fleeting kind

you, as you snuff out the cigarette he was smoking: “how do you smoke and you're a medic? that stuff kills you”

cue eugene hitting you with a slightly annoyed look (he does that a lot) (with love ofc)

when he comes back from the town of bastogne for the first time, you like to tease him about meeting renée

“someone finally understood your gibberish!” or “bayou, why does your face look red? usually you look sickly and pale”

bc that boy looks like a ghost in the ardennes

you’re cheerful when he makes a friend in babe heffron, because until then eugene was only sticking by you

during off-duty times where no one's actively in danger, the two of you are inseparable; where one goes the other is not far, and that goes for anywhere the company takes you

you guys shared a foxhole in bastogne before dike told you two to split up so the company didn’t lose two medics with one shelling

but before that you would huddle up with him for warmth, your head on his shoulder and his head resting on your head

sibling bond fr

from a distance, he smiles as he watches you interact and laugh with the easy guys until you pull him in so he could be part of the camaraderie too

when someone yells medic, one of you goes and the other stays if someone else gets hurt for max efficiency

when the two of you do work together, it's like you guys are in sync, hardly needing to use words to communicate what the other needs to do

you like to mess up his already spiky hair

you can tell when he’s feeling despondent, so you just sit there with him in silence, keeping him company with a few jokes or random stories here and there to get his mind off of things, seeing as he's not really one to vent

if you like someone in the company, trust that eugene is scrutinizing them, making sure that they’re a good match for you and that they’re going to treat you right

he’ll also warn you that having a crush in the military or being in a relationship during war could be dangerous; he has your best interests at heart, but you have to tell him that you know what you're getting into

he WILL tease you a little bit though

“want me to go injure (your crush’s name) so you can treat him?”

cue you smacking him with a “gene!”

he’s protective over you; he’ll stand slightly in front of you when shit starts going down, and if you’re close enough, he’ll check that you're okay first before going on to the rest of the men

you best believe that after the war, you guys are still the best of friends and will keep in touch and visit each other, even if your paths diverge

the rapport between fellow medics is unmatched, and that’s especially the case for you two <3

taglist: @mads-weasley, @ronsparky, @dcyllom, @malarkgirlypop

#band of brothers #band of brothers x reader #eugene roe #eugene roe x reader #hbo war #doc roe #doc roe x reader #hbo war fanfic #band of brothers imagines #band of brothers imagine #101st airborne #easy company #shane taylor #band of brothers fanfic

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residentflamingo · 1 year

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Only One Call Away

Rosé x gn! reader

Summary ———> Rosie decides to go out to drink with her friends. All is fine until reader gets a call from her two hours later. What happened while she was out?

Requested?: yes 🫶

Warnings: bullying, toxic friends, & cursing

Genre: hurt/comfort & a fluffy ending

A/N: To the person who requested this, thank you so much because this was probably the most challenging and longest thing I've ever written. And I put all my heart and soul into this. I think I made it a lot longer than I was supposed to, but that's okay. I always love a challenge, and a perfect opportunity to hone my writing skills. Anyway, I hope both the person who requested this and everyone else reading, enjoys this fic. You can also check out my other stuff if you would like, it's very much appreciated ❤️

Word count ———> 5,394

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→ 10:00 PM

“Babe, are you sure about this? Your friends are terrible! They don’t even pay attention to you half of the time when you guys hang out.”

“Yes, it’ll be fine! Besides, they're not as bad as you say they are. I’ve been friends with them for a long time, they love hanging out with me!”

You were currently standing in front of your girlfriend, about to escort her into the cold winter night, trying to convince her not to go out with her friends. She was wearing a beautiful purple dress, with a cream colored fluffy coat over her shoulders, and a beautiful pair of Saint Laurent heels that made her look powerful with each step.

Her hair was curled, and it effortlessly flowed down her shoulders, making her look like an absolute goddess. You couldn’t believe how beautiful she was. You felt so lucky to have her as your significant other.

The only thing you found truly bad about her, was her friends.

No matter how good she looked, they always found different ways to ridicule and belittle her. Not her four best friends from Blackpink. No, these were her other friends she claimed she met in high school.

She would tell you stories of how they were really close back then, and how she kept in touch with them over the years as she got more famous. You loved hearing her tell stories of the adventures they had, and how she used to sneak out during the night and go on joyrides with them.

You hung out with her and those friends one time, just trying to see what they were like, and you couldn’t stand how rude they were. They constantly threw insults at her, mentioning how her aussie accent makes her sound silly when she talks, saying she needs to get a different hair style, and even making fun of the outfit she was wearing. You were absolutely disgusted at the way they were acting towards her. It was as if they didn’t even treat her like a normal human being.

They would even emotionally manipulate Rosie, making her think they were just joking, so she never noticed their horrible behaviors. When you confronted her about them, she always just insisted to you that that’s how they joke around. So it was hard trying to convince her to not be friends with them anymore. You love your girlfriend very much and you just want the best for her. You would hate for her to keep getting her heart broken over and over by those low-lifes she calls “friends.” But for now, all you could do was wait for Rosie to realize the huge mistake she was making.

You sighed, “Okay, whatever you say. Are you sure you don’t wanna stay home instead? I can order takeout, and we can watch movies.”

“Yes honey, I’m sure. There’s nothing to worry about. My friends will keep an eye on me, and make sure I don’t get too wasted.”

“Alright then. Just remember, I’m only one call away if you need me. I don’t mind picking you up.”

Rosie shook her head, and smiled at how protective you were being. She then stepped up towards you, put both of her hands on each side of your face, and looked you in the eyes and said “Okay. I’ll keep that in mind. I love you darling.” She then gave you a soft kiss on the lips, slowly walked towards the door, and turned around before opening it to look back and make sure you said “I love you” back to her.

“I love you too.” You said softly, as you waved her goodbye and watched her walk through the door and saunter down the long hallway of the apartment complex. Her words from earlier kept replaying in your head, making you wonder if she was ever going to come to a realization of how she needed to get rid of her supposed high school buddies.

After closing the front door, you turned around looking at Hank saying, “I guess it’s just me and you now buddy.” He leaned his head down on the tile floor with a loud sigh looking depressed. Almost as if he perfectly understood what you just said. You let out a loud sigh and plopped down on the couch, deciding to watch some boring Netflix shows that have been recommended to you for sometime.

Man you sure did miss her already, even though she’s only been gone for ten minutes. Before you started watching tv, you picked up your phone and made sure your notification volume was at full blast, so you wouldn’t miss one text or call from Rosie.

→ 11:30 PM

Meanwhile at the bar in downtown Seoul…

“Hey I’m gonna go get a drink from the bar, you guys want anything?”

“No, we're good, you hoe. Besides, you probably wouldn’t even order our drinks right anyways, knowing you and your terrible accent. People can even understand what you’re saying half of the time!”

Rosie’s so-called friends all started laughing at McKenzie’s remark, making Rosie’s lip quiver and her eyes start to water. So far tonight they didn’t hold back on the snide comments, and rude remarks against her. By the end of the night, Rosie had already felt like she was being pushed to her breaking point.

She had no idea how she never realized how mean her friends actually were to her. She hated how she would just ignore the rude remarks half of the time, and never say anything about it. She hated being taken advantage of. She knew deep down that they weren’t her real friends, it was just a matter of realizing it that was important.

Tonight she had a recollection of all the times they asked her for money, begged for free concert tickets, made fun of her outfits, bullied her, and even made her pay for most meals because they were “too expensive”. After tonight, she wanted nothing to do with them. She knew she should’ve listened to you, but she was too scared to let them go. She’s had so many good memories with them, and it was so hard for her to just throw it away.

They used to be such good people. It saddened her how much they changed over the years, and how she couldn’t do anything about it. Tonight was her chance to finally lift that weight off of her shoulders, and move on with the next chapter of life. Preferably without them in it.

“Okayyyy bestie, we’re gonna go to the bathrooom real quick. We’ll be righttt back heheh.” McKenzie slurred. Her and the rest of the people in the group turned around, and walked off into the bathroom, leaving Rosie alone as she went up to go order something at the crowded bar.

About 15 minutes later when Rosie finally got her drink, she walked over to the table everyone was originally sitting at, expecting them to be there waiting on her. Only to find out that none of them were there like they said they would be…

“Hey guys, they finally got done making my drink! Wait where is everyone..?”

→ 12:05 AM

“Aw shit, what the fuck is that?!” You shouted with confusion, as your phone suddenly started going off. You fell off the couch, startled from the loud noise, and then frantically searched for your phone in between the cushions. You realized you had fallen asleep on the couch, and was out for almost 3 hours. God that show must have been really boring then you thought. After finding your phone, your stomach dropped reading the caller id. Rosie. You quickly pressed answer, and whispered “Hey what’s up? Is everything alright?”

There was a couple seconds of silence over the phone, making you really worried, wondering if it was a prank caller or a kidnapper. Panic was about the only thing going through your mind right now, just begging for her to say one word over the phone. Then she finally did. You could hear her sniffling and crying, making your stomach drop.

“N-no. Something happened earlier. We were at this really crowded club and I went up to get a drink real quick, and when I turned around a couple minutes later, they were all gone. l-looked through the whole club asking if anyone knew where t-they went, and all of them said no. So I went outside, thinking I could walk home by myself, but I-I ended up getting lost, and now I have no idea where I am. They left me all alone and n-never texted me asking where I was. I’m so scared, Y/N. Just come and get me please.”

“What the fuck? Are you serious? They just left you all alone in the club? Those fucking bastards. Okay, I need you to stay where you are, and try to send me your location from your phone. Once you do that I’ll be able to track you down, and come pick you up. Can you do that for me?”

“Y-yeah I can do that. I’m so sorry for calling you this late Y/N. I didn’t think something like this would happen.”

“Honey it’s okay, it doesn’t matter anyways. I don’t give a shit about what time it is. If it was 4 AM, I still would’ve come to pick you up. Don’t worry about it at all. Just focus on sending me your location.”

You let out a deep breath that you had been holding in, hoping it would calm you down a little, after thinking about Rosie’s friends leaving her by herself at the bar. They were absolute pieces of shit to her. Completely knowing that she’s an idol, and that she could've gotten kidnapped or stalked, they still did it anyway. I mean what did she ever do to deserve that?

You couldn't even begin to imagine how scared she was right now. All alone in an unknown part of the city, losing her friends in the same night, and knowing she was being used all those years because she was famous? Absolutely terrible.

While waiting for her to respond, you hurried up and got dressed, picked up Hank, grabbed your car keys, and rushed out the door to run to your car.

“O-Okay I sent it to you. You should be getting it in a second.”

“Alright, I’ll be there in five minutes! Don’t move or go anywhere unless someone is following you okay?”

“Okay I will. I love you Y/N. Please hurry…” She said in a quavering voice.

“Okay I will don’t worry, bye!” You quickly hung up the phone, tossed it in the passenger seat, and swallowed a big lump in your throat. Your hands were currently gripped on the steering wheel so tight that your knuckles were turning white, your legs were shaking with anxiety, adrenaline was coursing through your veins, and sweat was running down your spine.

You had never been more panicked in any situation, than at this very moment. The constant reminder that your girlfriend was all by herself walking through the streets, in the midst of the dangerous neighborhoods, had you on edge. In a split second you quickly pulled out of the parking lot, faster than you ever had in your entire life.

You were currently speeding through the streets, going at least twenty miles over the speed limit, with all of your surroundings flashing by so fast that you couldn’t even process where you were. Quite a few citizens and onlookers had given you dirty looks, and shouts of insults along the way.

You obviously knew better than to speed. But with the situation at hand, you didn’t give a fuck if you got a ticket or not. Emotions were running high, and your mind was working faster than your normal decision making usually was.

Funny enough, right before the navigation on your phone signaled you weren’t that far from the destination, “A Thousand Miles” started playing on the radio. “Really? Right now?” you thought. The irony of it was quite hilarious, but that was something you wouldn’t notice until later. You really would walk a thousand miles for your girlfriend if you had too.

After making a sharp turn through the dark alleyway, you drove very slowly down the unfamiliar street, making sure Rosie would spot you in your small vehicle. The alley was filthy, trash layed out everywhere, and street lights were flickering making the area seem even more ominous. You hated going down dark places like these since they always made you so nervous, but that nervousness turned into determination as you were frantically searching for your girlfriend.

While your eyes were scanning the area through your windshield, you were suddenly startled by your girlfriend standing in front of the beaming headlights. You swiftly slammed your foot on the breaks, and made the car come to an abrupt stop. It seemingly scared the both of you, as you put your hand over your heart wondering if you just had a mini heart attack.

Meanwhile, Rosie’s eyes were widened with fear seeing an unknown car drive slowly in the alleyway, thinking she was about to get kidnapped by someone. Fear was running all the way through her body. So much so that her hands were shaking, and chills went down her spine. She slowly backed away from the car, and clutched her purse with both hands just in case she had to make a run for it. You looked at her and tilted your head in confusion, wondering why she wasn’t coming towards the car. Then you realized, “Ohhh. She probably thinks I’m someone else trying to pick her up.”

You then rolled the window down, and stuck your head out the window shouting "Hey, it’s me!” Rosie let out a deep sigh of relief, and thanked the lord for sending you her way to protect her. She felt so reassured to see you, knowing she could finally wrap her arms around you, and let out all of her bottled up emotions from tonight.

She was finally safe.

After a couple seconds of calming her nerves, she snaps out of it, and slowly walks over to the passenger side of the car. Climbing in, and firmly sitting down on the comfort of the smooth leather seats. She sits her purse down near her feet, and leans back in the seat letting out another deep sigh. This time to suppress her emotions down, so she wouldn’t have a full on nervous breakdown. You looked over at her and mumbled “Hi honey,” not wanting to speak too loud, since it was still late at night. But still trying to show excitement in seeing her, since you were so glad you found her.

She looked over at you and tried to speak, but words couldn't come out of her mouth. Her lip was trembling and her breaths became short, as all her emotions were threatening to break free from the invisible bottle she was containing them in. You took notice of this, and reached over to wrap your arms around her chest, enveloping her in a warm hug.

You had never seen her this pent up before, and it absolutely just broke your heart to pieces. You then made sure to speak up and let her know it was okay to let her emotions go, since she was so used to hiding them for the camera and the public eye.“It’s okay love. Let it all out, you can let your guard down around me. I’m here to listen.”

The flood gates had then been opened, and Rosie’s eyes began overflowing with tears as she let out a heartbreaking sob only you had ever heard. Not even her long time friends, or family members had ever heard her cry this hard. She felt completely comfortable around you, and decided to just let all of her emotions go in that moment.

She couldn’t believe how long her friends were using her for, and just the selfish way they had left her behind. On top of all the insults thrown at her. She tried to just ignore them, but she just couldn’t take it anymore. Along with that, she also felt guilty not listening to you whenever you tried to warn her about the toxicity she was constantly putting herself around. “How could I be so dumb, and not think to listen?” she thought.

She suddenly pulled away from your embrace, looked you in the eyes, and said “I’m so sorry for not listening to you, I don’t know what I was thinking. Y-you were only trying to help me, and instead I-”

As Rosie was going on trying to apologize to you, you interrupted her and hugged her again saying, “Hey hey hey, don’t worry about it. That doesn’t matter now. Everyone makes mistakes, and I know it wasn’t your fault. Besides, you’re better off without them now. You got me, Lisa, Jisoo, and Jennie to talk too. So trust me, you aren’t losing much.”

“Thank you Y/N. I don’t know how, but you always know the right thing to say. It really amazes me how perfect you are sometimes” Rosie mumbled, leaning her head over your shoulder, and giving you a tight squeeze to your chest.

At home whenever she needed advice, or a little encouragement for the day, you somehow always knew what to say no matter what it was. You’re always the best person she can rely on, the one person she could really be her true self around. As she thought about it a little harder, this was a moment in her life that determined how much she really does appreciate you, and how much she really does want to be with you.

She smiled to herself, thinking of how good of a partner you would be when you guys got married someday. She couldn’t wait for that day to come. Marriage was always something she had dreamed about, and you made it even more possible for her. When she finally snapped back to reality, she took a look over your shoulder and saw a familiar face sitting patiently in the back seat.

It was Hank, her favorite dog in the world! She slowly pulled away from you with one of her eyebrows raised, “Is that Hank there in the back seat?” You turned your head around to look at him too and chuckled saying, “Yeah I brought him, knowing you would be super excited to see him.” Hank looked up at Rosie and started wagging his tail with enthusiasm, sharing the same excitement Rosie had.

She then leaned over and picked up Hank, gently putting him in her lap. “Hiiii buddy! Are you so excited to see mommy? I know you are! Hahaha” You looked over at both of them and smiled, happy to see Rosie so cheerful again. While looking at her, a good idea had suddenly crossed your mind and you thought it was perfect for the situation at hand.

“Hey babe, you wanna go get some ice cream?” you asked.

“Yeah that sounds great!” she said cheerfully.

After checking to see if Rosie had her seat belt on, you put the car in drive, and gently pressed your foot on the gas to make the car accelerate. As you drove around a little bit, you could see people walking home from the bars, and stumbling over their own feet from consuming so much alcohol.

It was pretty much a normal sight, since it was a late friday night. You could tell that the only places that were open were the bars, making you a little bit nervous since you promised Rosie her ice cream. And most fast food restaurants definitely did not stay open until midnight.

But to your luck, as you made a left turn down to main street, you spotted a nice burger place that was still open. With the name “TJ Burger”, flashing on a huge, bright, neon sign. “Perfect” you mumbled under your breath. Hopefully they had ice cream, because this was probably the only fast food restaurant open for miles.

As you pulled up to the drive through looking at the menu, they had almost every kind of American food you could think of. Burgers, onion rings, chicken tenders, whatever it was, they certainly had it. Then when you looked over to the other side of the menu, there it was, twenty different kinds of milkshakes and ice cream flavors.

You smiled and looked over at Rosie, pointing to the menu to prove to her that they indeed did have ice cream. She smiled and mumbled “Yayyy”. While you were looking at the menu, you were suddenly interrupted by a booming voice from the loudspeaker that spooked the both of you a little bit. You shook your head and laughed over how jumpy you were, then you turned to Rosie and asked her,

“What flavor do you want honey?”

“Uhmm, I’ll just get chocolate.” she answered with a whisper.

You turned back around facing the loudspeaker, ordering a small vanilla cone for yourself, along with Rosie’s ice cream, then casually pulled up to the drive-thru window to wait.

The atmosphere in the car was kind of awkward, since you hadn’t really talked about what had previously happened earlier. So while waiting, Rosie wanted to find a way to kill the time. So, she got curious and asked you, “Have you ever been here before?”

You looked over at her and answered, “Nope! But I heard it’s really good. Why do you ask?”

She shook her head and said, “Oh I was just wondering. I figured you knew about this place already.”

“Nope I had never been here until now. I mean, I knew it was-”

Before you could finish your sentence, the fast food worker interrupted you and said, ”Here’s your ice cream.” with a rude tone. He then carefully handed you the cones, and before you could even say thank you he said “You’re welcome have a nice night.” then shut the window with an attitude.

Rosie chuckled saying, “Wow he must be really pissed off since we came in 10 minutes before they closed.” You widened your eyes sarcastically and laughed, “Yeah I think so too. That’s okay though, at least he didn’t notice you. That would’ve been a whole other ordeal. Anyways, here's your ice cream honey.”

Rosie smiled and grabbed the cone saying, “Thank you so much. I really don’t deserve you.” You smiled back at her, got all of your stuff organized, and then put your foot on the gas driving away into the city. She continued to shuffle in the seat trying to get comfortable, and finally took a small taste of her ice cream. Her smile grew even more after tasting the ice cream, and she started to do her little happy dance. You took a quick glance over at her, and laughed at how cute she was being.

On the way over towards the secret destination you were driving to, “Cooler Than Me” by Mike Posner started playing on the radio. It was a song both you and Rosie were very familiar with, since you both grew up in the early 2000s.

She quickly got excited upon hearing it and started singing the lyrics, “ If I could write you a song to make you fall in looove, I would already have you up under my arrm~” You giggling over how silly she was being by swaying her arms and singing with the music. Soon enough, you caught on and started singing along with her too.

By the time you both were done singing to the song, you were driving up a gravel road leading to the top of a hill. Rosie looked around confused, having no idea where she was at. So she turned to you for help.

“Hey, where are we at? I don’t think I’ve ever been here before.”

“Haha, you’ll see…”

You slowly drove the car up onto the top of the hill, and put it in park. There, through the windshield of the car, was a marvelous view that cast upon the whole city of Seoul. It was an absolutely beautiful site that made Rosie’s jaw stay open in shock. She had never seen anything quite like this before.

You could see all of the twinkling lights coming from the towers, all of the ant size cars driving down the highways, and all of the shining stars in the sky that were more visible tonight than they had been any other night. Your father used to take you to this spot during the early years of your childhood. It was a very special place to you, and you had only ever shared it with two people. Your mom, and Rosie.

Rosie couldn’t even believe what she was seeing right now. She had been living in Seoul for almost half of her life, and she still never knew there was even a spot like this. She was absolutely amazed as to how beautiful this sight was. I mean, how could you not be? Rosie wanted to see the view even more, so she placed Hank down in the back seat, slowly opened the door, and stepped out of the car in awe.

You watched her as she walked up even closer to the edge of the hill, and continued to look into the distance with amazement. She then turned around and signaled you to come on, waiting to share this moment with you. You obliged and got out of the car, jogging towards her.

Now standing next to her, you looked out into the distance admiring all of the lights gleaming in the vast city of Seoul. It was still as beautiful as it was during your childhood. But as happy as you were to see it, Rosie looked like something was bothering her still.

“What’s on your mind honey?” you said softly.

As she looked out in the distance, her smile faded a little bit and her expression was replaced with gratitude. “Well, I-I don’t know what to say. This is the most beautiful view I’ve ever seen. Even though this night was supposed to be one of the worst ones of my life, you made it the best one. I haven’t had this much fun in, gosh… I don’t even know how long. All I can think of right now is, thank you. Thank you so much, I don’t know what I would ever do without you. And, oh yeah, and I guess this ice cream is kinda good too.”

She started giggling over the little joke she made, and tried to continue eating the ice cream from earlier. At that moment, it almost seemed like she had completely forgotten what had happened a couple hours prior.

All the snide comments, the betrayal, losing her friends, it was all becoming a mild loss for her now. At that moment she had realized how much she really needed someone like you in her life. Rosie continued to laugh so hard that tears were forming in the corners of her eyes.

You smiled back at her and said “You don’t have to thank me Rosie. You are my girlfriend after all. I would do anything for you. Like I said, I’m always one call away if you need me.” Rosie’s laughter slowly settled, and she walked over to you to give you a warm hug. “But I do have to thank you somehow.”

As Rosie pulled away from the hug, and gave you a soft kiss on your lips, you were suddenly lifted up to cloud nine. She had kissed you many times before, but this kiss felt extra special. It was a kiss of gratitude, love, and compassion rolled all into one.

You stood back from her, feeling stunned, and tried to cover the growing smile forming on your lips. Along with your cheeks turning red, like you had just received your first kiss. Rosie giggled even more and took the perfect opportunity to tease you.

“Honey are you really blushing?! I have kissed you so many times, how could you be blushing now?”

You retorted back, “Whaaatt, I can’t help it when the hottest woman in Seoul is practically kissing me. You can’t blame me ya know…”

“Yeah true… Haha! Naur naur, I'm just kidding.”

“Oh shut up! Don’t make me take back what I just said.”

“Oh yeah? You won’t. I dare you!”

As the both of you continued to bicker and giggle like longtime best friends, the night had gone by a little bit faster than the both of you had realized. About an hour later, you both realized you had left Hank in the car after he started barking and whining continuously. He wasn’t in danger or anything, you both knew he was probably getting lonely waiting for the both of you to finish talking to each other.

So as soon as you heard him barking, you stopped laughing and said, “Oh shoot! I better get Hank, I bet the poor guy is getting lonely in there.” You then quickly jogged back over to the car, and picked him up out of the car seat, bringing him to where Rosie was standing.

While the both of you, including Hank, were looking into the incredible night view of Seoul, a little lightbulb popped into your head and you had a great idea to finish off the night. You jumped up onto the hood of your car and leaned your whole body back onto it, trying to make yourself comfortable.

Rosie laughed, “What are you doing?” You looked back at her and said, “I’m looking up at the stars silly. Here you should come try it too. The stars are really nice at this time of night.” You patted the spot next to you, intending for her to lay there. She shrugged her shoulders and mumbled, “I guess it couldn’t hurt to do it once.”

Rosie then placed Hank down next to her spot, and climbed up onto the car to lay back and stargaze with you. Exactly like the reaction from some time ago seeing the lit up city, she looked up at the sky in awe, with her mouth slightly open in amazement.

The sky was aglow with a visible canopy of shimmering stars, and the constellations were perfectly aligned making the sky look even more magical. “Wow..” she mumbled, “You really do have all sorts of tricks up your sleeve huh.” You smiled, loving how she was enjoying the view as much as you were.

“Yeah I guess I do. Wait, look up there, it’s the big dipper!”

“Oh look there’s the little dipper too!” Rosie shouted back, pointing up at the sky.

As the both of you were looking up at the sky, savoring the moment for what it was worth, the moon became very visible as the clouds started to drift away from it. It was a full moon. Rosie thought it was a cute coincidence. The moon was full just like how complete her life felt with you being in it. She looked back over towards you, and said, “I love you y/n.” With the stars reflecting off her eyes, making her look even more ethereal. You smiled and turned your head over towards her, “I love you too Rosie.”

The both of you continued to lay in comfortable silence, as the cool summer breeze drifted through the air, and not a single sound could be heard for miles. Rosie knew that after tonight, her whole perspective of you had changed. Not in a bad way of course, but in an even lovelier way.

You had done everything you could to make her smile again, and she really appreciated it. Not many people would go that distance, but now she definitely knew you would. Even though she had lost some “friends” of hers tonight, she gained something more important. Her unconditional love for you. Thanks to you, this would be one of her favorite memories to be shared for years to come. The love you both have for each other would become even stronger. And when she got back home, she could brag to the girls how cool you were too ;)

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buckrecs · 2 years

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Hi☺️☺️ hope you’re having a great end of year! i saw in a recent post that you live in korea and I don’t see many people living in korea or koreans (if you are) on here so that was a nice surprise!!! not my fave account living right in the same country as me🫢

could u plz rec any bucky x avenger!reader or agent!reader fics if u know any?? they’ve been my favourites to read recently. thanks a lot!!!!

Avenger / Agent Reader

masterlist | req masterlist

Heyyy!! I’m korean and I live in korea too🥺 So nice to meet a fellow korean on tumblr 새해복 많이 받으세요🫶

And here are some Avenger/Agent!Reader oneshots!

I really wanted to add everything that I read in the past but I couldn’t, so please check out other works these amazing writers wrote! (My following page is public too😉)

delicate by @mediocre-daydreams

this ain't for the best my reputation's never been worse, so you must like me for me.

the one where the protein shake plays matchmaker by @mediocre-daydreams

you and bucky barnes can find any reason to hate each other. new york can find any reason to believe you two are together. when steve asks you to do a co-interview with bucky, the two of you are barraged by dating rumors that you vehemently deny and it breaks bucky’s heart. do you really find the thought of being with bucky so revolting?

Obsession by @wkemeup

Targeted after your complicated relationship with Bucky ends up on every news channel in the city, your stalker takes things into his own hands to ensure that you belong to him, and him alone.

I Told You To Be Patient by @shamevillain

Patience is a virtue and Bucky would love to be the one to bestow it upon you.

Worth The Risk by @itsapeterthing

when bucky and sam get captured you have to go in alone to save them leading to a worried, overprotective bucky who cares about you a bit more than a teammate should.

black out by @creativebeang

a black out in the middle of a mission leaves you and bucky in dark. an unfortunate situation may be the best opportunity to shed some light in deeper issues.

b.b. boy by @bucky-bucket-barnes

Bucky and you have been friends ever since he arrived that rainy at the Compound. Silently pining, you’d hope he would pick on the numerous hints you dropped. It’s not until a small miscommunication happens that he confronts his feelings for you.

Liability by @writing-for-marvel

Bucky takes you under his wing when you become the outcast of the new special forces team working with the Avengers.

If This Is The Last Time by @/writing-for-marvel

Bucky finds you bleeding out and he fears it will be his last opportunity to tell you how much he cares.

I Grew Up In The Shoes they Told Me I Could Fill by @nightowlwriting

you were built in the image of the winter soldier and with that comes blood on your hands. you do your best to find any sort of repentance in your new life with the avengers - your new life living with, and being in love with, bucky barnes. when your past comes back to haunt your present... well, you're not sure you'll get a future.

I Can Do More by @the-bau-quinjet

The team underestimates Y/N's strength until one day when her powers save them all.

Out Came The Sunshine by @sidepartskinnyjeans

A quiet evening takes a surprising turn when a new recruit moves into the compound.

You Deserve This by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

As the newest member of the team, you’re doing your best to prove yourself- but doing so is difficult when you’re sick.

Six Days by @tmpestuous

make the effort to avoid Bucky during a mission after he upsets you in an argument, but things quickly take a turn for the worse.

Welcome Notes by @snotwebs

You’ve been a S.H.I.E.L.D agent for many years now, but recently you’ve been on more and more missions with the Avengers, and so Fury decided it was time for you to move to the team’s wing in the tower. You are welcomed by everyone but there is just one person you still haven’t met. Bucky Barnes. You’ve heard so many stories about him, but he kept very much to himself. You decided to make it your mission to make Bucky feel as welcomed as you did, and so it all began with a note...

The Enemy within our own Ranks by @pherelesytsia

Y/N is injured during a mission.

restoring a legacy by @alisonsfics

you are there when bucky finds out about the “new cap”

Art Therapy by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

#bucky barnes fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x f!reader #winter soldier x reader #bucky barnes x agent!reader #bucky barnes x avenger!reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes oneshot

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pomplalamoose · 10 months

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DILF Luke headcanons / story draft

🌱modern day AU🌱

A/N: It's outrageous how there is so much content for modern day dilf Anakin but basically none for dilf Luke and I'm here to fix it😤

I hope you enjoy this little collection of headcanons, ideas and scenarios <3

part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

• think about dilf!Luke who is in his late 30s to early 40s

• he lives in a nice house together with his adult child

• before you meet for the very first time you don't know anything about him at all

• nor about his former partner for that matter

• assuming you are friends with Luke's child, you may get enough information to know that his wife/their mother is no longer in the picture

• are their parents still married but they're simply not living together anymore?

• did she leave him?

• did they have to get a divorce?

• did something happen to her?

• you don't want to pry and, of course, you are sure your friend will open up once they feel like talking about it

• there are so many other things to share and discuss anyways, so why, of all things, would you talk about their father's love life?

• (soon though you'll find you want to talk about nothing else)

• on the rare occasions your respective families do come up in conversation, it's always clear they have a really great relationship with their dad

• Luke cares for his kid a lot and wants to be involved in what they do to support them, no matter how old they are

• so naturally he doesn't mind them inviting their friends over, which is how you'd get to know him in the first place

• that's just the thing though, I think he has some kind of reputation among the people who have already met him

• there is lots of talk surrounding his person, as well as many circulating rumors

• while his immediate family always describes him as very loving, he doesn't seem to show this side of him to others very often, if at all

• nobody has ever witnessed him smile, meanwhile his family say he's very fun to be around

• he's a walking mystery

• while he is evermore polite and hospitable he keeps a careful distance between himself and anyone who may try to engage in conversation

• even when someone stays over at the Skywalker's house for a longer period of time, maybe for dinner, they don't see him again until they bid their goodbye

• he's just rather intimidating with how stern and standoffish he tends to come across

• nobody knows what he does for work but he and his family seem to be well off

• so when your friend invites you to their house for the first time you can't help but be excited

• at the same time you are pretty nervous, wishing to make a good impression

• what is going on with this man that everybody keeps talking and speculating about?

• as soon as he opens the door and you meet his eyes, you know why

• he's handsome, almost intimidatingly so

• he carries himself swiftly, his movements elegant

• he towers above you and your heart picks up speed when he shakes your much smaller hand

• he offers to help you out of your jacket, then gives you a nod and leaves you waiting for your friend as you pick up your jaw from the floor

• at work he wears dark suits and gleaming, black shoes

• though he's always nicely dressed, even at home

• he's often seen wearing soft plaid or monochrome shirts

• during the warmer days or when he's busy in the kitchen he rolls up the sleeves and leaves open a few buttons at the top

• on rare occasions he wears his shirt open or forgoes it completely during especially hot summer days

• only his family and later you will see him like this though

• during autumn or winter he adds cardigans or knitted sweaters and pairs them with neat jeans, alternatively with corduroy or cloth pants

• from time to time he puts on glasses

• of course he owns sweatpants and simple t-shirts as well, however they only make an appearance at night

• or when he's going for a jog around the neighborhood

• he does so quite often

• as expected it takes him a long while to warm up to you

• in fact you thought he never would as nobody else in your friend group managed to pull off this feat

• but depending on how you befriended his kid and how close the both of you are growing over time, it's only natural you like to share lots of your free time together

• you may have met at college or university and study together regularly

• or maybe you work at the same job and like to spend your evenings sharing stories and talking about your day

• so why would you meet at your place when their home is so conveniently close and quicker to reach?

• ultimately Luke can't avoid you, and what your presence awakens in him, forever

• eventually he stops disappearing as quickly as he used to after greeting you and instead stays around a few minutes for polite small talk

• when in the beginning it was stilted and somewhat uncomfortable, after a while it starts to feel like he's somewhat interested in what you have to say about the weather or your day, depending on what he asks you about

• so whenever you come over now you are nervous for a very different reason than you used to be

• does he like the way you dress?

• and your perfume?

• and how you did your hair?

• what's his type anyways, would he ever consider you pretty?

• never does he show his attraction to you in any way though, so you are left guessing

• he never answers your questions either, may it be those you ask aloud and those you keep a secret

• if he does respond to them then only in really cryptic ways that make no sense at all

• you have a hard time telling whether he's messing with you or not

• you do realize however that he appears to have grown somewhat fond of you

• your conversations not only grow more natural but also longer

• he seems to enjoy spending this short amount of time with you that it takes your friend to come downstairs or to get ready before they whisk you away with them

• maybe over the holidays you spend more and more time with your friend and thus at their home

• (if you get to see their father, that's just a nice added bonus)

• and at some point Luke starts to check in on the both of you while you're visiting

• unbeknownst to you he has never done so before

• he'll ask what you're doing and if he can help?

• what are you working on?

• do you need anything?

• something to drink? A snack?

• he'll bring you tea and some cookies either way

• also, how long are you staying?

• what would you like to eat?

• he often cooks in the evening and you're welcome to join him and his kid at dinner

• shortly after he starts sending his greetings through your friend

• you learn that apparently he asks about you occasionally, especially when you haven't been to their house for a longer period of time

• he mostly wants to know how you're doing

• how are your studies or work projects coming along?

• if you need help, he'd definitely take a look, he's well read after all

• he wants to support the business you work for

• would you mind if he came by some time?

• when will you visit again?

• your friend tells you jokingly that he thinks you're being a good influence on them

• you receive a warm welcome once you are able to accept one of your friends invitations again

• or at least warm in comparison to how it used to be before

• after all he's still an imposing figure, even though you've grown somewhat accustomed to his all consuming presence

• it's obvious now, even to you, that he's suddenly lingering in your vicinity, coming up with reasons to stay for longer than before

• for longer than necessary

• and slowly you see the person come to light your friend told you about all this time ago

• it's fleeting and still subdued but you manage to catch little glimpses of it here and there

• he absolutely makes dad jokes and silently smiles to himself when your friend dramatically rolls their eyes at them

• he likes to celebrate special occasions by taking your friend and you out for ice cream or a milk shake

• no, you aren't too old for that, let him buy you something nice!

• you may call him by his first name now

• (after all this time it's weird to suddenly say Luke and often a Sir slips out despite his offer)

• one evening he teaches the two of you how to waltz around the kitchen

• he starts allowing you to see him in more vulnerable moments as well

• so when you let yourself in through the back door now, you may find him taking a nap in the living room

• he looks untroubled and so much younger when he's asleep

• there is a pool in the backyard and during summer you're able to sneak a look at his athletic body while he's sunbathing or swimming his laps

• unfortunately (or luckily?) he tends to wear really tight swim shorts that leave little to nothing to the imagination

• once he caught you staring and winked at you, asking whether you liked his outfit

• (your friend yelled at him for that)

• you weren't able to look him in the eyes for a while after and have yet to recover

• there comes a day during winter when you forget the time and suddenly it's late and very dark outside

• to make it worse it's heavily raining

• you're already turning to leave saying goodbye to your friend

• they ask you to be careful and to call them when you've made it home safely

• you give your promise but before you can even start down the front steps you are stopped

• Luke is not having it

• either you'll stay over night or he'll drive you home, he won't make compromises

• flustered you ask him to drive you home and he does after properly chastising your friend for not coming straight to him

• you sit in the back because you're too shy to use the passenger seat but he doesn't say anything about it

• to your embarrassment he opened the car door for you and offered his hand to help you get in, all the while shielding you from the rain

• you took it

• you're scared that, for some reason, he's angry at you

• you watch him closely but he remains impassive, his expression unreadable

• it's quiet for the whole car ride and in your mind you're practicing how to say thank you when he'll eventually drop you off

• the sight of him, even from diagonally behind, is mesmerizing

• the passing cars and street lights illuminate him beautifully and when he has to look to the side before making a turn they highlight his sharp jawline

• he insists on taking you to your front door and only leaves when you're safely inside

• after that he'll regularly ask whether you wish to sleep over or want to be driven home

• he keeps to himself how often he thinks and worries about you, though it shows through his actions

• he sits you down and makes sure you have his number saved in your phone

• he tells you to text or call him whenever

• don't be afraid to ask to be picked up, he'll come immediately when you need him to

• from now on though, you will always be sitting beside him in the front, it's not a question

• he likes to listen to your stuttering breath when he rests his hand on your thigh

• he regularly asks about your well-being

• "Have you eaten yet?"

• one day he slips up and, while deep in thought, accidentally calls you sweetheart

• unbeknownst to you that's what he has been calling you in his mind for weeks as he's slowly growing more and more possessive

#luke skywalker #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #dilf luke #dilf luke skywalker #dilf luke friday #luke star wars #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars headcanons #star wars a new hope #star wars empire strikes back #star wars return of the jedi #luke headcanons #headcanons

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darkstar225 · 11 months

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Twice's 10th member being babysat by Aespa

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys so I can make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that the anon who gave me this idea on Tumblr likes it!

The request: Hi I want to request where y/n is still underage and the others members have a schedule outside of seoul and they contact aespa asking if they could look after y/n and they were happy to, y/n took a liking towards all of them especially to karina and winter. They play with y/n and get to know her. By the end of the night y/n sleeps cuddling with karina and winter. Thank u

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The city of Seoul was alive with the vibrant energy that could only be found in the heart of South Korea. On a sunny morning, the members of TWICE, one of the nation's most beloved K-pop groups, were bustling about their dorm, preparing for a busy day. Among them was Y/N, the 10th and youngest member of the group and still underage, who was eagerly getting ready for the day ahead.

It was a day that TWICE had been looking forward to for a long time. They had a schedule outside of Seoul, which meant they had to leave their youngest member behind. While the maknae was responsible and capable of taking care of herself, the other members wanted to make sure she wouldn't be lonely in their absence.

Nayeon, the eldest member and the unofficial leader of TWICE, took out her phone and dialled a number. It was a number she had saved in her contacts, belonging to the members of Aespa, a junior girl group from SM Entertainment. Nayeon had met the Aespa members during various music shows and events, and they had formed a friendly bond.

The call was answered by Karina, one of the Aespa members.

Karina - Hello, Nayeon unnie! How can we help you today?

Nayeon smiled warmly, feeling a sense of relief knowing that Aespa was willing to assist.

Nayeon - Hi, Karina. We have a schedule outside of Seoul today, and our Y/N is still underage. We were wondering if you and the other Aespa members could look after her for the day.

Karina's eyes lit up with enthusiasm.

Karina - Of course, we'd be happy to help! Y/N is such a sweetheart, and we'd love to spend time with her.

Nayeon was grateful for the offer and motherly smiled.

Nayeon - Thank you so much, Karina. We'll drop our child off at your dorm on our way to the schedule. She's really excited to spend time with you all.

After ending the call, Nayeon informed the rest of the TWICE members about the arrangement. Y/N's face lit up with excitement at the prospect of spending the day with the Aespa members. She had always admired their talent and charisma, and the idea of getting to know them better was a dream come true.

A short while later, the members of TWICE arrived at Aespa's dorm, with TWICE's sunshine in tow. As they entered the dorm, the Aespa members greeted them with warm smiles.

Karina, who had taken charge of organizing the day, beamed at Y/N.

Karina - Hi, kiddo! We're so happy you're here with us today.

Y/N couldn't contain her excitement as she jumped up and down.

Y/N - Hi, Karina unnie! Hi, everyone! I can't believe I get to spend the day with you all!

Giselle, another Aespa member, ruffled Y/N's hair playfully.

Giselle - We're excited too! Let's have a great time together.

The Aespa members wasted no time in making the youngest feel at home. They played games, chatted about their experiences as idols, and even sang a few songs together. Y/N was in awe of their talents and found herself bonding with each of them in different ways.

Winter, known for her sweet and gentle nature, took TWICE's angel under her wing. She showed Y/N how to create beautiful handmade accessories, and the two of them spent hours crafting and sharing stories. Y/N admired Winter's patience and kindness, feeling like she had found a new friend.

Karina, with her charismatic presence, couldn't help but capture the younger girl's attention. They danced together, and Y/N marvelled at Karina's incredible skills. Karina's encouraging words filled her dongsang with confidence, and she couldn't have asked for a better dance partner.

As the day turned into evening, the Aespa members decided to cook a delicious meal together. Winter and Karina joined forces in the kitchen, while the others set the table. Y/N eagerly assisted with tasks like chopping vegetables and setting the table, feeling like a part of their close-knit group.

Dinner was a feast of laughter and shared stories. TWICE's lovebug had never felt more welcome and loved by a group of people she had just met. Aespa's warm and friendly demeanour made her feel like she had known them for a lifetime.

After dinner, the group decided to wind down with a movie night. Y/N snuggled up between Karina and Winter on the couch, feeling content and secure. The movie played on the TV screen, but TWICE's kid couldn't help but steal glances at her newfound friends.

At some point during the movie, Y/N rested her head on Karina's shoulder, and Winter draped a cosy blanket over them. The room was filled with the soft glow of the TV, and the atmosphere was warm and comfortable.

As the movie came to an end, Y/N felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her. Her eyes drooped, and she yawned. Karina and Winter exchanged a knowing look and gently guided her to one of the bedrooms in the dorm.

Winter tucked Y/N into bed, and Karina sat on the edge, stroking her hair.

Winter - Goodnight, honey. *whispering*

Y/N's drowsy voice was filled with gratitude.

Y/N - Goodnight, Karina unnie. Goodnight, Winter unnie. Thank you for everything. *smiles*

Karina and Winter exchanged a fond smile, their maternal instincts kicking in as they watched Y/N drift off to sleep. They couldn't have imagined a better way to spend the day, taking care of the youngest member of TWICE and creating a bond that would last a lifetime.

As Y/N slept soundly, cradled in the warmth of Karina and Winter's care, the members of Aespa knew that they had not only made a new friend but had also become a source of support and love for a fellow idol. They couldn't have asked for a more heartwarming and fulfilling day.

And this made both share one thought:

I love our dear chosen little sister.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors. English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there is something wrong, ty for reading <3

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raayllum · 9 months

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"My mom used to do that." for claudiez 👀

as always they're in their 20s... Plus send me a number with a ship and i'll write it <3 accepted ships are tdp canon ships + rarepairs (claudiez, sopreli, corvus/terry, sorvus)

There's very little that Ezran remembers about Sarai.

He remembers the warmth of her smile, he thinks. The softness of her hair in his chubby little hands. But beyond that, there's not much else—too recently weaned before her death for more than stories he's heard to take hold, and even then, it feels like every year Harrow (until he couldn't) and Callum, or even Aunt Amaya, would bring up something new, something small, that they remembered, and he was learning it for the first time.

Mom always wore little gold beads in her hair.

Those were her favourite pair of earrings.

She planned out the castle gardens, with those hedges over there.

Soren, even, citing that she was his first sword-fighting teacher back when she'd been captain of the guard, before she and Ez's dad had fallen in love.

Her birthday is always hard, an added winter chill growing throughout the castle. Ezran ensures more fires are lit, and Claudia enchants little glass jars of orange light with her Sun primal, for people to carry in their pockets to keep them warm. He dons his more heavily furred royal cape and keeps Bait close while he writes letters to his brother and Rayla in Xadia, climbing the cold steps up to the rookery to send them.

Claudia joins him more often than not in his study, to save on candles, she says, as they do their work long into the night, but Ezran thinks she just likes his company, his heart doing a hopeful little dance in his chest. He steals glances at her atop the rim of candlelight dancing in her green eyes, now with that spark of light in them that'd been gone for so long during the war. After the war, too.

"You know," he begins, when they're heading to the study after lunch, "we could go to the library. The fireplace there is warmer. There's more comfortable chairs."

We used to always sit up in the library when it got cold, his dad had said, and Callum would play on the floor with you in your mom's lap.

Claudia thinks for a moment, then grins adorably. "Why not?" she says.

They settle in with tea and jelly tarts as an extra bonus, Claudia easing off her prosthetic and letting her stump be close to the fire; Ezran knows the cold makes the phantom pains worse this time of year. (Terry still sends over a herbal remedy that helps with it from where he's set up an apothecary on the border of Del Bar and Katolis with Corvus.)

More of her dyed black hair falls in front of her ears while she works, making notes on charts for what magical goods will be imported once the ice melts, and Claudia pushes it back impatiently until she sits back and begins braiding it. It's still shorter than it was in their teens, no longer all the way down her back, but long enough to braid as she starts the process, fingers jolting.

Dark magic took a lot from her, but one of the things it left was permanent nerve damage in her hands. (The cold makes that worse, too.)

"My mom used to do that," Ez half-remembers, half-recalls. Another story about the differences from their royal portrait—the one real non-Callum produced picture of their mother he has, the way he pictures her in his mind's eye—and how she'd worn her hair in a braid just as often loose or in a bun.

Claudia smiles then, softly. "She did. She's actually the one who taught me, after..." Lissa, another woman Ezran has never really met, isn't a wound anymore, but it's still hard during this time of year. "After my mom left and I grew my hair out."

Ezran sets aside his letter to an Evenerean diplomat, rising when she struggles again. "I can do that for you, if you like."

"Oh. You don't—"

He steps around easily to stand behind her armchair. "Let me?"

Claudia turns to the front fully, exhaling. "Alright."

He gathers her hair gently, hands confident due to the way his father had shown him him growing up, but styled a bit more the way Moonshadows do their braids, like how Rayla had demonstrated. For love and affection, she'd said, having small, long ones tucked away behind thicker locks for each of them—Callum and Ez and Soren, her boys, and then for each of her parents.

"There," Ezran says, finishing. He takes off his cape too for good measure, and drapes it across her shoulders. Claudia is looking at him wide-eyed when he walks back around to face her, and he passes a hand self-consciously over the patch of hair he's growing on his chin.

"Thank you," she says at least, tugging his cape further over her shoulder. The royal red brings out the green of her eyes and black of her hair. It suits her.

"Don't mention it," Ezran says, sitting again. They catch each other's eye, briefly, and share a smile, before she blushes a bit and looks away.

He feels warm for the first time all day.

#claudiez #tdp #tdp ezran #the royal family of katolis #thanks for asking #ficlet #fic #my fic #headcanons #anon ur braver than any us marine #anyway claudiez naming their first kid sarai ii bc claudia can actually remember her #AND bc ezran is Sarai's Son too as much as he's harrow's legacy wise is #so important to me #dunnno if i like how this came out but listen i tried #i'M RUSTY

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ichig00 · 1 year

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Back To Black

Ethan Winters X Reader

A/N: Now that I'm done with my first Au, I would like to open up to some requests now with this Ethan Winters mini series! So please, if you like the works I post and would like to request, feel free to do it.

This story would also most likely include the reader who is in a situationship with Leon. I named this after one of my favourite songs called "Back to Black" by Amy Winehouse. I couldn't stop imagining myself slow dancing and laughing with Ethan, which is just soooo romantic. I feel like Ethan is a shy type of guy that his shyness would wash away after a few glasses of wine. So I decided to make this and put some twist on it. I also ship some specific characters whose prob canon, if you dont like the ship- welp, jump out of it.

Included characters: Ethan Winter (Mia Winters), Rosemary Winters, Leon Kennedy, Claire & Chris Redfield, Carlos Oliveira, Jill Valentine, Rebecca Chambers and Steve Burnside.

Warnings: home wrecker (kinda), physical touch, jealousy, and some teasing.

It's been hell of a whole year that had been passed, and you are now on your way to welcoming another whole year, which you wish would be a lot better than the other one.

You're on your way to a cabin that you and your friends have rented to celebrate the upcoming New years.

Finally, at some point in your life this year, you had a time to take a break and relax for sometimes with your friends who had been mostly on your whole life.

Being part of BSAA, especially being THE captain of one of the special forces that could put up to the strength of Chris Redfield's group, is one of the heaviest work you've been on. The pressure of being the captain of a special group and pressure of carefully trying to not lose them in every mission you've been through is being a huge worried on your life that you end up having anxiety attacks when you're alone.

Well, at least you had someone who could rest your head in with his shoulder.

Leon S. Kennedy, the MORE than friends for you but LESS than lovers, too. You couldn't really point out your relationship with him, but you sure now that there is something between you and him. With every touch, every look and every word you exchange between each other has a deep meaning to it. It's fragile and yet blurry at the same time. It's like it's near, but you couldn't get a hold of it.

Afraid of commitment? Maybe, afraid of love? Never cross your mind. You know and would never deny it that you love every single bit of Leon and every moment you spend with him.

From the day you met during the Racoon City out break, from doing missions together as a federal agent under government's hold and up until now. Even if you left being an agent and got promoted as a Captain in BSAA.

BSAA saw your potential. They saw Leon's too, but the government couldn't lose leon out of their touch. The president was very fond of you two, but he has to pick one between one of his best and favourite agents. He couldn't lose both.

You pull up in the driveway of a huge cabin in the middle of the woods, but there is also a frozen lake at the side of it. Not far away, and you could literally see the reflection of the sunset through the frozen cold waters of the lake as snows fall down from the sky.

You couldn't help but sigh and admire the view after parking your car next to Carlo's car, which you easily recognize by the brand of it.

Your gaze shifted to the main door of the cabin where you saw something move there from your peripheral vision. You're lighted like a moon in a deep dark sky as you saw little Rose who just turned 4 years old months ago.

You chuckled as Ethan followed her around as Rose recognized your car and immediately got excited after knowing you arrived. You hoped off of your car immediately as you open your arms while Rose stumbles on her way to you. Good thing she was near for you to catch her.

"Rose!" You happily exclaimed in excitement as you lift her up and twirl yourself with her, making you both let out a giggle.

You swear this kid has a great memory, especially when it comes to you. She immediately remembered you even though it was just your car but couldn't even remember Who's Chris and Carlos. Maybe because of their similar body built and skin colour which you all laugh about as you find it cute.

More than 3 years had passed since what happened at Romania, Ethan and Rose were saved, and as for Mia. She was found dead after a year from the kidnapping incident that happened. According to Chris, Mia left Europe without telling Ethan, you or Chris. For the third time, it was from her work, and now it killed her.

There was conflict between Chris and Ethan after the kidnapping, since the way Chris is doing things is inappropriate for Ethan to approve.

"You could've warned me!" Ethan insists for many times now, resulting for you to be assigned to handle Ethan now that he is considered as a 'bioweapon'.

He was under monitor for a year and a half, and they ran experiments on him. He has no choice but to agree because if he couldn't, BSAA might not even give him a chance to see his daughter again. Though they let him be for now as long as nothing goes bad to him, they left you to monitor them.

As for Rosemary, BSAA decided not to do anything with her YET. You insisted it, you could never allow them to use or hurt her. BSAA now how much power you hold, that's why they obey you with your words and reason why they hire you here.

You glad you accepted working for them because they were the reason for you to meet Rose.

"How's my favourite baby?" You cood as lightly pinch her puffy and red cheeks. She giggled again, and your words and voice tickled her.

She knows understand things and learn more and more as each day goes by. You watched her grow up after you found out that Mia Winters is found dead. It was hard for Ethan. It was very hard for him.

You were checking on him everytime specially when he lost his wife. You take care of Rosemary too when Ethan undergoes through experiments or training.

Now, he was undergoing more military training for two years to enter as a BSAA member.

You didn't question that BSAA is now using a bioweapon to kill some bioweapons because you know to yourself that it will happen in the future. You and Chris had a topic about it before.

"M-mommy!" Rose babble out of her mouth, making you stare at her in awe. Of course, during the times you were with them almost every day, you couldn't help but treat Rose as your own child, too.

"Not mommy Rose, just Y/N." You said to her and touched the tip of her small nose as she played with your finger.

"She's still calling you that?" Ethan said, walking past the two of you to get your luggage out of your car.

"Well, I must be a cool mom." You said proudly to him as you continue to play with Rose, who is still in your arms.

You heard Ethan said something, but you couldn't hear it.

"Y/N!" You have a very familiar voice at the distance. You look over to the porch of the cabin and see your best friend Claire leaning on the ballisters while waving happily at you.

You felt excitement in your heart the more people you see in here. It's been a while since you saw Claire. The last time you saw her was when you visited Chris' home, and at the same time, she was also there just dropping off some things for Chris. That was 4 years ago.

"Long time no see, Y/n!" You smiled at the person who stood beside Claire.

"Still alive, Steve?" You said smiling widely as happily Rose waved back to them when they saw them waving at you, making you all giggle at his cuteness.

"What a reunion." You heard Carlos say, coming out of the garage from the side of the cabin. A cup on his hands as he nods at you with a smile.

"Yup." Ethan said as he stood next to you, agreeing at what Carlos had said. You smiled at him as you locked your car while still holding Rose at your side.

You tried to drop her down earlier, but she keeps crawling to you and whining about now wanting to get away from you.

"Alright, Rose, stay with y/n as long as you want." Ethan said, chuckling and shaking his heas before following you as you walk towards the cabin.

You look back at him smiling.

The sky is already dark, lighted up by the bright moon with the stars. The music that's been playing eversince earlier surrounds the living room as you and your friends dance and drink together.

Carlos and Jill are happily dancing together at the wide space in the living room. Carlos took a lot of convincing just to ask Jill to dance, but glady they're having fun now.

Carlos likes Jill a lot, but never know if Jill really likes him back. You and Claire ask her before but never get a straight answer.

"Nice of you to show up." You heard Chris said, making you turn your head to hi. Who's sitting at a stool at the mini bar here in the living room, beside him is Ethan, who looks tipsy by the red on his face.

You know you couldn't have him tipsy since he had his daughter here who will need him sooner or later.

You'll just have to find a way to sober him up later.

It was Leon! He has bits of snow in his leather jacket and his hair, too. He looks awfully tired, though.

You walked up to them and brushed off the snow out of his leather jacket. He immediately tensed up and turned to you. He relaxed when he saw it's just you, smiling at you.

"I'm glad you made it here safely." You said to him as you crossed your arms above your chest while smiling at him too.

"Same here to you." He replied, knocking off the snows out of his hair and looking up to you after with a small but tired smile.

"Looks like the president keeps you up too long." Chris said, breaking the eye contact between you and Leon. You both look at Chris, but you end up looking at Ethan, who you can feel staring at you.

He immediately looks away after you catch him staring, his already flushed face turning more into dark red.

"Ethan? Are you okay?" Rebecca asked while getting drinks from the other side of the counter at the mini bar. She also noticed the reaction Ethan did after looking at you.

You tilted your head a little, watching every move Ethan makes. Somethings seems so off with him.

"Y-Yeah." He answers Rebecca's question and waves his hand off.

"Too drunk already?" Leon said to Ethan in a teasing way. Ethan shook his head and took a sip on the glass in his hand. You watched him drink as he made a sour expression after chugging the alcohol.

"Please, Leon, don't be an ass." Claire butted in walking near you and putting an arm above your shoulders. He was followed by Steve at the stool next to Ethan

"I'm not." Leon glared at Claire, but she laughed it off. "He wasn't being an ass. He always was." Chris said and took a sip on his glass and gave Leon a glass that Rebecca poured in.

"Seems like Carlos and Jill are having fun over there." Steve said, watching the two who's obviously having fun dancing together. Carlos doesn't seem to not want to let go of Jill, and Jill seems to have fun. You haven't seen her laugh in ages.

"You wanna dance?" Claire asked Steve, Steve smirked without saying anything and stood up before pulling Claire towards the space where Jill and Carlos were having fun.

"Wow.. fun." You mumble to yourself as you took another sip to your glass, not expecting anyone to hear it and walking up near Rebecca. You ask her for another, which she gladly gives.

"I'm glad you guys had time for a vacation." You said to Rebecca as she pours into your glass. She smiled sweetly and nodded.

"Yup, what a hassle year for us." She agreed, making you smile back at her.

"Wanna have fun too?" You heard Ethan ask beside you, you look at him. He was smiling drunkly at you.

"Ethan, have this before having 'fun'?" Rebecca handed him a bottle of water. He thanked her and accepted it before drinking it.

"Come on!" Ethan said excitedly after he finished the bottle and pulled you towards where the others danced.

The music that is playing is now Back To Black by Amy Winehouse. The meaning of the song doesn't match the atmosphere of the surroundings, but no one actually cares about it, and their mind is set to having fun with each other.

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mdelpin · 11 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

thank you @celestialtitania for the tag!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Looks like 183, which is pretty nuts considering I remember thinking when I wrote my first fic that I'd probably never do it again. Hahaha, shows what I know.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,233,329 words and hopefully counting, but I haven't written much lately...

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I've mostly written for Fairy Tail, but I wrote a few fics for Given.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

All Fairy Tail

Gay Does Not Just Mean Happy

The Red Dragon

The Scarf that United Us

Good Intentions

Burst Your Bubble

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

It depends on my mood. While I love comments, sometimes I don't know what to say. I try my best to respond when I can.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm, that would have to be either I Will Keep You Safe or Winter in the Sun. I actually don't have that many, most of my fics have humor or have hopeful/happy endings.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Damn, I'm having trouble quantifying that... apparently I lied before. I do mostly hopeful endings. 😆 I guess I'll go with Through the Spyglass because it has a happy ending, and it makes me happy every time I read it.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yeah, mostly on fanfiction.net, though. It was enough to make me delete all my fics on there.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I've written some. It's not really my favorite genre, but I'll write it in if it fits the story.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not sure if it counts as crossovers but I've transplanted Natsu and Gray into other worlds. For example, I reimagined the first arc of Rascal Does Not Dream of a Bunny Girl Senpai with Natsu and Gray in Natsu Does Not Dream of a Stripper Senpai. The craziest is probably To Kill A Dragon where I threw in Tiamat from Dungeons and Dragons/Forgotten Realms.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, but I stopped checking years ago.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, two of my Given fics were translated.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Have I? 😆 Yes, back in 2019 I met my writing partner @oryu404 during a Fairy Tail LGBT event I was hosting. We've gone on to create many stories and AUs together. I credit them with bringing back my love for Fairy Tail. I think at last count we've written ~80 fics together?

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

My one true pairing is Natsu and Gray from Fairy Tail. No other ship comes close to what I feel for those two.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Oh God, I don't even want to think about WIPs but realistically probably To Save a Dragon because it requires a complete replot and rewrite and I'm not sure if I'll ever be motivated enough.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm not really sure. I think my dialogue is usually decent and I'm fairly good at planning/plotting a story. Also, maybe humor? I think I do that pretty well.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Description for sure. I'm not very observant by nature, so it's hard for me to describe places well. It's a work in progress.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I actually don't mind it. English isn't my first language and AO3 has great mechanisms you can use to translate within the story without being too distracting. Although, I did do it once, and I remember people being why's Natsu speaking Spanish? It was pretty funny.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Fairy Tail

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

There are a lot of fics I've written that I love for different reasons, but I guess The Red Dragon would probably be my favorite. I think I managed to include just about everything I wanted for that one and at the end of the day, that's what makes me the happiest.

Thanks again @celestialtitania for thinking of me. It's been a hot minute since I've been on here consistently but it's nice to know I'm still remembered.

Tagging (only if they want to) @aki-natsuko @oryu404 @faery-snow

#tag game

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warwickroyals · 4 months

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I think it’s time to hear a George and Alexandra love story! 💕

Yeah, I do think it's time to learn about George and Alexandra's love story.

King George was born the son of the Duke and Duchess of Glencairn. The was born during a time when Sunderland was struggling to produce a male heir to succeed George's uncle King Louis III. So when George was born he was celebrated as first in line to the throne . . .

That was until George's cousin Prince Louis was born a year later. Louis was the son of the Duke of Lennox, Louis III's heir presumptive, and was higher up in the line of succession than George. This angered George's parents because, what the fuck, George was the oldest surviving grandson of King Louis II, he should be king. When King Louis III died, the Duke of Lennox became King James. His mother did not like James or his wife Caroline, and to avoid the drama she took George and his sister back to her father's home in London. By this time George's father had also died.

Now, the Duchess's father was a British statesman and he filled George's head with all sorts of ideas about imperialism. He wanted to see Sunderland transformed into an Empire as mighty as Great Britian, with his grandson as king, of course. Pretty evil, huh? But you can't really start your super cool Empire without a family dynasty. George's cousin Louis was weak and rumoured to be impotent; it was widely accepted that Geroge would become King someday, and finding him a bride became a top priority.

So, George embarked on a journey to find a suitable wife. He originally had hoped to marry one of Queen Victoria's daughters, but these plans fell through. So, he travelled around Europe and eventually ended up at Winter Palace, where he met the eldest daughter of Alexander II, Grand Duchess Alexandra Alexandrovna of Russia. The two hit it off instantly and had a shared love of music, literature, and history. However, Russia was an enemy of Britian during the Crimean War, and George's ailing grandfather disapproved of the match.

But fuck him honestly.

Prince Louis became King Louis IV, but he was so sickly, he died three years later. George became king and one of the first things he did once his succession was secure was return to Russia and formally propose to Alexandra. One of the issues preventing them from getting married was George's questionable status, but now that George was King he was truly worthy of the daughter of an Emperor. Alexander II didn't want his daughter to leave Russia, but he saw how in love Alexandra was and he just couldn't say no.

George and Alexandra had two wedding ceremonies, a Russian Orthodox ceremony at Winter Palace, and then a Lutheran ceremony at St. John's Chaple at Woodbine Castle. When Alexandra arrived in Sunderland she was greeted with a lot of enthusiasm, people were genuinely captivated by this foreign princess. One of the first things George did for his new bride was build an Orthodox chapel on the grounds of Woodbine Castle so that Alix wouldn't feel homesick.

The pair were married for sixty years. It was one of the longest marriages in Sunderland's royal history. After decades of dysfunctional marriages between young women and Warwick princes twice their age, it was great that the public finally had two young people who were equally committed to each other at the centre of the monarchy. Over eleven years, they had nine children. Their marriage suffered some low points over the years, but both remained extremely passionate and devoted. It's a really fascinating relationship and we will learn more about them in the near future, I'm writing up a mini biography about one of their daughters as we speak <3

#warwick.answers #anonymous #long post

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baejax-the-great · 1 year

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Hey hey 😊

I just read your answer to the anon Pat drink question and I just came up with another question myself, so I hope you don’t mind. And I really hope it’s understandable what I mean…😅

When you write different stories, do you see characters, like Achilles and Patroclus, differently or is it a more or less constant characterisation? Like, of course it has to fit the plot and everything, but like the drink question, would you always say ‚Pat would choose this one‘ because that’s his character and his taste? And he acts like he does because that’s his character?

Maybe like… are there different Patrocluses for you or is it just one (in this case very awesome one 😍).

I don’t know how to describe it better in English, I hope it was somehow understandable 😅 I just love your stories (told you once or twice I think 😂🥹) and your characterisation of them feels very personal and real, so I wondered.

Have a great day!

What a fun question!

I think part of the fun of AUs is seeing how your fave would act in various situations, but another fun part is seeing how the situations influence your fave.

So, that said, I do think ATG Patroclus and Sunset Pat are different people (as well as my third, unpublished Patroclus that most likely won't see the light of day--he might be my snarkiest Pat yet). If someone suggested to Sunset Pat that with enough training he could medal in the Olympics, he would think they were insane. He is both more cynical than ATG Pat and more lighthearted in a lot of ways. And ATG Patroclus, having never experienced a Chicago winter much less almost 20 of them, is frankly soft. I have to imagine surviving enough Chicago Februarys would have given him a "who the fuck cares" attitude regarding some of the bullshit he dealt with.

If I were a better writer who had not started writing Sunset as a joke about Achilles mistaking Chicago for hell before turning it into an angst-fest, I probably would have spent more time thinking about what a Patroclus growing up without Achilles would be like as a person. I sort of cheated here because Chicago Pat got adopted by Ajax at around the age he would have met Achilles in canon, so he still got the influence of a very confident and loving friend during a particularly vulnerable part of his life. Without Ajax dragging him out of his shell, I think Pat would be a much quieter, shyer, and more bitter person.

Sunset Pat has recently and reluctantly spent some time thinking about who he would have been in different life--whether his understanding of himself and his own morality are as set in stone as he thought (hoped) they were. Iliad Patroclus is threatening enough to his own sense of self that he's gone ahead and rejected him outright as anything to do with him.

Anyway, would ATG Pat choose a different drink than Sunset Pat sitting in a Chicago pizza joint? Absolutely. Honestly I see him pairing his pizza with white wine, hah. And Iliad Patroclus, after trying Achilles' mojito and deeming it too sweet and trying Sunset Pat's IPA and deeming it disgusting, would probably enjoy a margarita. In fact, they all would. They should have just gotten a pitcher.

#does every version of patroclus like margaritas?#probably hea I feel confident in thtat

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shannyh25 · 1 year

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Hi Anne Friends!

This is my original Anne Of Green Gables Fan Fiction story. I made the mistake by taking the previous story down off of Fan Fiction, fixed my mistakes I had made, and then re posted it.

I’m hoping to get some feed back on this story as well. I have 6 chapters for this story and they are all on Fan Fiction. I’m thinking of taking this story down along with a few others I have and start fresh on my stories. New ones. Something that people haven’t seen before that I wrote.

I say this because this story and another story I had did a update on. That can also be a mistake to I had made.

I’m trying to get reviews and feed back on my stories and it’s harder then I thought. So, that’s why I’m thinking of taking them down and starting completely new.

Would guys leave me some feed back on this story and the other one I posted? I would appreciate it.

Thank you!

Summary: Working at the orphanage while Gilbert is studying medicine in Halifax. Anne becomes attached to a little orphan name Ruby. When Ruby becomes sick, Anne asks Gilbert for Ruby to be his first patient. Eventually, Anne and Gilbert adopt Ruby.

Author's Note: This is my first Anne Of Green Gables story. I am re reading the books. I am only on book 3 and I am enjoying them! I would like to thank my new friend I met on Instagram for all her help on the story so far! She has answered a lot of my questions about the books/movies. Thank you again! I hope you enjoy the new story.

Chapter 1: Anne's POV

"Please Gil? Can't I work at the orphanage? I know what it is like living in one. I lived in one for at least three months. It's a dark and lonely atmosphere. Especially if you don't have any friends and don't know anybody. It will give me something to do during the day while you're at the hospital practicing medicine, please?" Anne begged.

Gilbert sighed and sat down on the chair. "Anne, sweetheart, what if you get attached to a child? I'm not sure if we can take care of one; I'm so busy at the hospital as is it. What if you find a child and want to adopt one? Would you quit your job at the orphanage?"

"Don't be silly Gil. Of course, we are in a good position to take care of a child. I have no intentions in adopting one just yet. I just want to help and make some kids happy, tell them stories and try to keep them out of trouble. I might even teach at the orphanage if I can." Anne said.

"Where did you hear the orphanage needed help?" Gil asked.

"While I was in town. I was at the post office sending a letter to Diana. I overheard one of the ladies in the post office say the orphanage needs help. They are awful low on staff. They probably have around 20-50 kids at the orphanage. I want to help with the younger children. Please Gil?" Anne asked.

Gilbert sighed. "Anne, I would love to see you work at the orphanage, truly I would. But they have an epidemic going on right now. We are so busy at the hospital. I don't want you getting sick. Children that young get sick a lot, especially during the fall and winter seasons. I don't want to see you get sick and end up in the hospital."

I groaned. "I won't get sick. Besides, you're the best doctor in that whole hospital and you will take care of me if I get sick. Please?"

"What if one of the children get sick? You'll want to attend to them. Take care of them." Gilbert protested.

"Of course, I'll want to take care of them Gil. That would be part of my job too. And if they have something that I can't handle, I can have you get them better. I'll even bring the child to the hospital so you can look after him or her" I begged.

Gilbert groaned and I could see that he was getting ready to give in. I just had to work my magic and imagination a little bit more.

"If you get sick, I won't forgive myself because I allowed you to work at the orphanage. And I would have to take time off of work so I can attend to you, not that I wouldn't mind that." Gilbert added.

I got up from the chair I was sitting on and walked over to my husband. " Gil, I'm not asking to adopt a child, not yet. I'm just asking to work at the orphanage. Just for a little while. I get so bored and lonely sitting in this place. My imagination can only do so much in this tiny apartment. I'll be home in time to still cook our dinner and we can spend time together in the evenings like we always do. I would just work from the time you leave to work at the hospital and I'll get off of work when you get off. That will give me plenty of time to cook dinner. I'll have the weekends off too and I won't work the holidays either. Please?"

Gilbert looked at me and I gave him a smile. He sighed and at this point, I knew he gave in. I had won this battle, even though there is an epidemic going on.

"Do you really want to do this? If you start feeling ill, I want you to tell me immediately. Don't even try to hide it. And, if it makes you feel better, I'll even check in with your chargers if they get sick. Do we have a deal?" Gilbert asked.

I squealed in happiness and almost knocking Gil out of his chair. He chuckled as he steadied me back on my feet.

"I know how hard it has been for you since we came here. I want you to be happy too, not just me. If working in the orphanage will make you happy, then I will be happy to have you help out there. Just promise me that you will try and take care of yourself. I don't want you to get sick." Gilbert said.

"Oh Gil. This makes me so happy. I can't tell you how happy I am. I promise I'll be home in time to make us supper and we can spend the evenings talking about our day just like we always do. Thank you Gil I want to bring some happiness to the children." I told him.

"Of course you will. I'm sure you'll find some little child that has as much as imagine as you do. Just don't get them in trouble." Gil said chuckling.

I gave him a big kiss and a hug. He chuckled.

"What if they don't like me?" I moaned into his shoulder.

Gil rubbed my back comfortingly and chuckled.

"Of course they will like you. They'll love you. You can keep the kids entertained for a few hours. You can read to them, tell them stories. The Matron will be lucky to have you, not to mention the staff. If this job doesn't work out, you can come and work with me. We have a few children that come into the hospital every now and then." Gilbert said.

"Can't you come with me? Please?" I begged him.

"I am sorry sweetheart, I can't. This is something you have to do on your own. I am having a meeting with the head Doctors and some staff members about the epidemic that we have going on. Our hospital is only so big. We are trying to figure out what do with the new number of patients that will be coming in and i think it will be soon I imagine. We want to discuss how we can help them and make them comfortable. You understand don't you?" Gil asked.

" I do. I just don't like the answer." I said.

" I'm sorry. You can tell me all about at lunch. You can come to the hospital and we can eat lunch together. My meeting should be done by the time your interview is over. " Gilbert said.

" I'll take you up on that offer." I said.

"Come on sweetheart. Let's go to bed. We both have a busy day tomorrow.

". Now, can we please go to bed? I'm exhausted and I have a long meeting to do tomorrow." Gilbert said.

"Very well. I'm going to soak in the tub first. I'll see if that helps me calm down. I still feel anxious and jittery. A good book and warm water might help me relax a little." I said.

"Doctors orders. Go and take your bath. I'll be reading in bed. Come on, let's go." Gilbert said.

Just like that, the two of them headed off to get ready for bed.

#anne of green gables #anne shirley cuthbert #gilbert blythe #anne of green gables fan fiction #writing help #writting tips #follow for updates #follow for follow

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count-a-w-k · 3 months

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Helen walks back into the room with a pair of scrubs in her right hand. “Here, put these on.”

“Thank you.”

Hawken puts on the scrubs while Helen finds a chair in the corner and brings it closer to the table. She sits down and looks at Hawken directly.

“So, tell me, where did it all start for you?”

“OK” he replies. “It all started in a galaxy far far away. I was a member of the rebel alliance. We were on board a CR90 corvette on a diplomatic mission to Alderaan…”

“Stop right there Hawken.” she said. “Why are you quoting Star Wars?”

“Oh, sorry. It’s just that I loved those three movies. Still can’t believe what happened at the end of the Return of the Jedi,” he replies smirking.

“Hawken, I hope you’re going to give me your full life story,” she says.

“OK Helen, I will tell you.” he says as he begins to tell her his story.

I was born on a farm in the year 2000 BC in southern Britain, not far from a quiet coastal area. My mother was named Dele. She gave birth to me and my twin brother during the middle of winter – on what would now be called January 1st. She named me Kin and my brother Arn. Arn was the spitting image of me, but I was left-handed and he was right-handed. That’s how our mother could tell us apart, as we got older.

Throughout the years me and Arn helped out our dear mother on the farm and she taught us a lot about life and farming, as there wasn’t a school to go to in those times. We learnt quite a lot, but the one thing our mother never told us about was where our father was. Every time Arn mentioned it, she just changed the subject or left the room crying. I told Arn to stop asking so many questions but deep down wanted to know who my father really was and wanted to know happened to him just as much as he did.

When our mother started to notice that we were becoming stronger and turning into men, she knew that is would soon be time for us to leave and journey out into the world. Me and my brother wanted to stay at the farm as we were both scared of journeying into the unknown world but, as we both reached twenty years of age, times were starting to change. There were moments when the farm was attacked by strangers or even neighbouring farms, demanding that we hand over our land to them. But we fought them off. Our mother was proud of us, but one day in the summer, we met someone who would change our view on life forever.

“So, who was this person you met then?” asked Helen, looking puzzled

“Our father,” said Hawken in a calm voice.

Helen sat back in the chair in amazement, then leaned forward and asked, “Tell me more about this encounter.”

Well me and my brother were walking along the coastline, discussing our plans for the future of the farm while we were looking around to find a perfect spot for fishing. We didn’t want to be just known for farming, but to expand out and open up a trading place.

“Do you know something Arn, if there weren’t just three of us, we could make this farm bigger.”

“Yeah, but we did well as farmers Kin, why do you want to start fishing?”

“Because we are closer to the coast then the other farms in the area. Plus, there is a new settlement is not far from her.”

“So, you want us to trade with them for all the goods we have got? Sound like a plan.”

“Hey - who’s that in the distance?”

“Where?”

“That person standing there by the cliff edge.”

“I don’t know - let’s go over and greet them.”

“Are you sure Arn?”

“Come on, let’s see who this person is…”

So Arn and I started walking towards the stranger. He was a tall man with white hair, wearing strange clothing. His face was old looking. It was like we had met him before, but didn’t know where. He was looking out to sea, until he turned around noticed us. He looked at us both and smiled. “Hello there, my name is Hawros. I found you at last my sons!”

Both Arn and I had a surprise look on our faces, wondering how could he be our father. Arn spoke nervously to him. “So, you are our father?”

“Yes, my son, I am here to meet you as this is my final day on this world. It won’t be long until I join my fellow Guzilumans in the great beyond,” said Hawros smiling, like he knew something was going to happen to him.

Arn asked him what a Guziluman is, as I was too nervous to speak to him.

“A Guziluman?” repeated Hawros. “Well, I am one of eight Guzilumans who have lived for four thousand years.”

“Four thousand years, but that is impossible to believe,” said Arn with a curious expression.

“This is part of our life span. We have Guzilkion, which translates to human with God like abilities. Each one of us is different with this ability allocated to us. Our nature is to watch and observe the humans, never interfering in their evolution. But if we are provoked by any threat, we defend ourselves without using any unless we have created them ourselves, using the elements from the earth. In the time I have spent living on this world, I have seen so many wonders and I also observed the humans creating new things, to improve their lives. But now my life span is about to end and it’s time for you both to take my place, so you can watch over the humans for the next four thousand years.” Hawros explained to us.

“Now I am going to let you know that there are other Guzilumans that are younger than me out there in this world. I was the leader of the group, but one day I decided to leave them as I was in the final hundred years of my life span. Then I met your mother. She will tell you more about me after I’m gone.”

“But why did you mate with our mother?” Arn asked Hawros curiously.

“Well, Arn, for the final hundred years of our life span, we must seek out and find a female to mate with. So that our race’s bloodline can carry on when we leave this world.”

“But why did you leave our mother,” Arn pressed, getting very emotional.

“I’m so sorry my son, but it would have been a burden on me to help raise you both. Your mother knew that I was special, so she told me to leave to protect you both as my presence would bring danger to you.”

Arn could not take all of this in, but I intervened in the conversation and asked him more about his group.

“Well my son, they are a nice bunch, but if you don’t meet them you will meet their offspring instead,” Hawros explained. He turned around and looked out to sea. “You know something,” he mused, “this is the last view I’m ever going to see before leaving this beautiful world. But now,” he turned back to us “I must tell you both something; I’m going to give you two, new names. From this day Kin you will be named Hawken, as you Arn you will be known as Andros.”

Me and Arn looked at each other, thinking that our destinies were now going to change in a way that we didn’t expect. Hawros’ body started to shudder “It is time for me to depart this world now. I hope you two will watch over it, as the humans will have a strange future ahead of them.”

Our father turned his head to look at me and Arn before turning back to look out to sea. He closed his eyes, then suddenly his body began to glow, revealing a bright white light covering his entire body. Then, in the blink of an eye, he vanished, leaving just a bright white spark in his place. The spark floated and said to me and Arn, “Goodbye my sons and tell your mother I will always love and watch over her.” The spark ascended into the sky disappearing from our sight! Me and my brother stared at each other in disbelief. Now we knew who our father truly was, only for him to leave to join his fellow Guzilumans in the great beyond.

“I’m wondering how our mother would react to this encounter we just had?” I said to Arn/Andros.

“Well brother,” he replied, “she is going to get a major surprise over this, when we tell her!” We both looked into the sky smiling.

“Let me get this straight,” said Helen curiously. “Your father just shows up, tells you and your brother that you’re both Guzilumans, tells you the brief history of your race, and gives you both new names. Then just dies in front of your eyes. And now you are going to your mother to tell her that you both met your father. You had a weird beginning!”

“Well Helen, there is more to come about my life story,” replied Hawken, “Are you going to ask more questions about my life?”

“Please carry on and sorry for my interruption.” said Helen

Well, as my brother said to me about our mother is going to be surprised about us meeting our father. I said to my brother “Do you think, mother is going to take it lightly or will she be shocked?”

“She is going to be shocked,” he replied, “but I do hope she’s not cooking our evening meal.” So, me and my brother ran home.

When we got there, we saw our mother outside cooking a hog on an open fire. She was 5’6 tall with natural black hair, her face was like a beautiful angel.

“Was she naked?” asked Helen.

“No Helen! We did wear clothes in those days,” replied Hawken.

Andros walked up to her to say that he and I had some good news for her. She looked at us, wondering what we were going to say to her.

“Mother, we only met our father today,” said Andros with a joyful expression.

“Your father! After all these years, he has finally met you two?” our mother responded, shedding a tear.

“Yes. He told us what we truly are. It all makes sense now. But he couldn’t stay very long as he was about to depart into the sky,” Andros explained, getting very emotional. “He finally left this world then!” Our mother replied shedding more tears.

“Mother, how did he meet you?” Andros asked.

“It was in the spring a very long time ago; I was just a young woman living with my family in a small settlement. Your grandfather was the settlement leader and ruled the area as the land was hostile. I was set to marry a warrior from another settlement which I didn’t want. But your grandfather insisted, until that faithful day in the beginning of spring, when your father came to the settlement. He was seeking food and shelter for the night, as he came from a far-off land. Your grandfather didn’t trust him at all, but your grandmother took a shine to him. When he noticed me, I knew he was the one I wanted. He stayed until he was challenged by the warrior I was promised to,” she explained.

“Was it a fight to the death?” Andros asked her.

“No, your father just scared him away with his powers. Your grandfather realised then, that the Gods had sent a powerful warrior to protect us all and dropped his objections to our relationship. But over time your father was challenged by other warriors from further afield. Eventually, as your father became more powerful and famous, the number of challenges increased until we had to leave for the safety of the settlement.

We travelled for many days, eventually settling here and building the farm. In due course, you two were born one mid-winter. Your father left the day you both started walking,” she explained beginning to cry.

“I’m so sorry Mother, for asking,” said Andros shocked. “We are both truly sorry for making you cry dear mother.”

“Its fine, Arn. Now you two help me prepare dinner and then off to bed. We have got a lot of work to do tomorrow,” she said to both of us.

Later that night we heard the front door open while we were trying to sleep. Shortly thereafter, we heard a scream of terror coming from outside. Me and Andros ran out of our home to see what was going on. Noticing a hay bale on fire, I shouted “ARN, WHERE’S MOTHER?” Arn looked around and noticed our she wasn’t by the open fire. He looked around at the hay bale on fire.

“NO, SHE COULDN’T HAVE, WHY!” Arn shouted in anger.

“Do you think, it’s too late to save her,” I asked, shedding tears from my eyes.

“It is,” said Arn crying too. Our mother decided to kill herself, knowing that she had to let us go from her.

“So why didn’t you both put out the fire?” asked Helen .

“We couldn’t, as we didn’t have a lot of water in the evenings. Also, the nearest stream was three quarters of mile away, so by the time we would have returned, it would have been too late,” replied Hawken, shedding a tear from his left eye.

“Why didn’t you use this Guzilk whatever you call it?” asked Helen.

“Because at that time we didn’t know how to,” Hawken replied looking down at the floor.

“Don’t cry” said Helen. “Just tell me what happened next?”

“OK.”

The next morning. I was finishing digging my mother’s grave while Andros, which was the name I was calling him by now, wrapped her body in her cloak. I looked at him with a sad expression. His was also very sad, but he was trying his best not to cry. He picked up her corpse and brought it to the grave. I stepped out of the grave and we both lowered her body into it. Then I started to put the earth back with my bare hands, while Andros stood watching.

When I had finished, we both knelt on the ground with our heads bowed and I spoke. “Dearest father, wherever your spirit now rests in the sky, we ask you to take our mother’s spirit with you.” Then, suddenly, from the sky, our father’s white spark came down towards us and hovered above our mother’s grave. We looked at it, starting to smile with joy as our father had come back to us. Then from the grave, another white spark appeared and combined with our father’s making it bigger before floating back into the sky, disappearing again as we both watched. We knew that our mother and father would be both happy together wherever they may be. So, me and Andros got up off our knees and headed back inside our home to pack our belongings. As we finished packing, Andros turned to me and said, “Well bother, it’s time we moved on.”

“So, we are just going to abandon our home?”

“Yes, I think another family might move into this place, or it could just be left as it is for the rest of eternity.” So, we both left our home and walked east looking back at the farm.

“This is it.” said Andros “Into the unknown for us both, until we reach the same fate as our father.”

“Yes Andros. Let’s see what’s out there…” I replied. So, we walked off, towards the nearest settlement, which was a day’s walk away.

“So, did you ever go back to your home?” questioned Helen.

“No, me and Andros never did return. We just kept travelling,” replied Hawken. “We wandered around Britain, visiting different settlements, helping on farms and working in some open mines, never settling anywhere for long.

“We even spent about ten years in Scotland noticing clan families fighting each other from afar, but never getting involved. For the first five hundred years, we experienced things we had never dreamt of seeing. It was like we had a purpose, to make sure humanity never did anything stupid. Andros wanted to keep a record of what we got up to, but neither of us could read or write. We didn’t know about it back then, but we could remember what we saw and enjoy seeing the wonders of life until that one day…”

Hawken’s voice drifted into silence, as if he was lost in thought.

“And what happened on that day?” Helen prompted.

I remember that day very well. It was the day my Guzilkion abilities stirred inside me. Me and Andros were ploughing a field on this farm about a day’s walk from a settlement where the town of Chichester is now located. We had almost finished ploughing when in the distance I noticed a tall man with dark hair walking towards me, clutching a large wooden club in his right hand. As he got nearer I saw that he was looking at me angrily, as if I had done something to him, although I didn’t know who he was. I looked into his eyes and they were very red, with no pupils at all. With no further warning he attacked me with his club, knocking me to the ground. Andros leaped to my defence, but was knocked to the ground, breaking his jawbone.

As I lay there cowering in fear, I felt something surge within me – something I had never experienced before. I blinked for a brief second and my body began to vibrate. The stranger swung his club towards me again and, without conscious thought, my left hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, completely stopping him. With a severe stare at my attacker, I rose to my feet, still holding his wrist. My grip tightened until he was forced to drop the club, which fell to the ground.

Instinctively, I pointed my free hand towards the ground. Suddenly the guy started to sink, as if in quicksand. He screamed in terror as he knew he was going to die. As he sank, his eyes seemed o return to normal, then actual flames came out of his mouth, as if something was leaving his body. Now free of possession, the man looked at me in abject terror as the ground swallowed him.

Andros got to his feet, a look of shock on his face, at what he had just witnessed. “Hawken, was that your Guzilkion abilities? Your eyes are like nothing I’ve ever seen before - are you in control?”

“The power! I feel like I could rule the world…” I shivered as I realised what I’d just said. “But it also feels so wrong! What have I done to this man!?” I was suddenly very scared. “How do I stop it?”

“Just close your eyes and relax,” Andros said to me calmly.

Taking a deep breath, I did as he advised, immediately feeling myself return to normal.”

After a few seconds Andros asked “How do you feel now?”

“Normal Andros, just normal!”

“Hawken, what you just did was amazing, but we have to leave, because this man’s body will be discovered, and no one should know it was us.” At this last thought, Andros looked around to see if anyone had seen us.

“OK Andros, let’s go…” I reached to collect my stuff be he interrupted “No Hawken, we will get new belongings. Let’s just get out of here!”

So, we started running, eastwards as it happened. As we went, deep down I was thinking to myself, ‘I must control these powers somehow because I don’t want to kill anyone ever again!’

A little bit further away, we ran straight into this other man, knocking him to the ground. We kept running until this man shouted out us, “STOP RIGHT THERE!” Me and Andros stopped in fear. The man got up off the ground and walked towards us staring at both of us as we stood there shaking.

“Why on earth are you running away?” he asked us.

I looked at him. He had a kind face with grey hair and was wearing the same clothes that my father wore.

“I saw what you two did, especially you,” he nodded to me.

“Who are you?” I said to him.

“My name is Deston,” he said, adding “I used to know your father!” Me and Andros looked each other in amazement.

“Deston?” Helen asked.

“Yes Deston, a kind Guziluman, who would teach me and Andros how to use and control our Guzilkion abilities.” Hawken explained to Helen with a smile on his face.

“Please tell me.” Helen replied, intrigued.

Later that night, the three of us sat round an open fire in a forest, Deston expanding on what little our father had told us about the Guziluman race. He explained in detail that every Guziluman has a lifespan of four thousand years, within the final hundred years of which they must mate with a human to create a new Guziluman. He went into every detail about the Guzilkion abilities that a Guziluman inherits from their father or mother. Our father, for example, could control matter and also influence weak human minds.

Whist he realised that, by now, our father would have reproduced, Deston had been surprised to find two of us.

“Hawken, you appear to have inherited Hawros’ talent to control matter, which suggests that you, Andros, probably have the mind control ability.”

“Why do you say I have controlling matter ability then?” I asked.

“Because of what you did to that poor man, Hawken.”

The memory made me shudder in both fear and shame. Seeing this, Deston said, quietly, “You didn’t have a choice, that man wasn’t in control of his own body,” Deston replied to me.

“So, what was controlling him then?” asked Andros.

“A Flamerite!” Deston replied.

“What are Flamerites?” we asked in unison.

“Fire spirits. They come from fire mountains, in an area far south from here across the great ocean. They take over a human body turning it a puppet,” explained Deston. “Being made of flame, they have a mortal fear of being smothered.” At our slightly confused looks he added “think about how you dowse a fire.”

“So that’s why this Flamerite left that man’s body!” exclaimed Andros, with a burst of insight.

“Indeed. I had been tracking it for months. I’m glad you got rid of it Hawken, but it’s a shame you had to kill that poor man in the process.”

“I wish our father had had time to tell us about them, we might have been able to save the man that I accidently killed,” I said looking at my brother, who looked back at me.

“But my powers had only just awakened in me and I wasn’t myself,” I continued.

“Well Hawken and Andros, I’m here to help teach you both control your Guzilkion abilities,” replied Deston. “In the morning we will all journey towards the south-east coast and travel by boat to another land. There are not a lot of settlements there in the northern part, so we won’t be disturbed. Then both of you will get on with learning to control your Guzilkion abilities. Now get some sleep while I keep watch,” said Deston getting up off the ground. So, me and Andros lay down on the ground, closed our eyes and fell asleep.

The next day, all three of us set off south-east for the coast. As we passed through settlements on our journey, we gathered supplies and new clothing for me and Andros. Then finally, late one evening, we reached the coast where Deston had left his small boat. Deston told us the journey would be treacherous, but if we kept going, we would make it to the new place in a day, so we pushed his boat out into the incoming waves and boarded it. Me and Andros sat down, picked up an oar each, placed them into the water and started to row. As Deston had promised, next evening we finally reached land.

“OK, you two, lets unload and make our way inland. I think we should set up our new home in the forest over there.” Deston told us both. So we unloaded and made our way into the forest, where we made camp. Deston then said he would journey on to look for food, while me and Andros made an open fire to set up camp around. Deston walked off into the forest.

“So, Hawken, do you think this will be our new home from now on?” Andros asked.

“It might be.” I replied, “but the question is how are we going to cut down these trees if we don’t have an axe?”

“I think Deston will explain to us when he gets back with the food, so let’s just gather up some of these twigs and make a fire shall we,” Andros said.

Later on, that evening, as we cooked and then ate the hog Deston killed, he told us what he had planned for us for the next day.

“Right! In the morning we are going to build our new home.”

“How are we going to do that as we don’t have any axes?” Andros asked Deston.

“Well, Andros, your brother is going to do it for us!” Deston replied.

“How?” I said.

“Remember Hawken, you have the ability to control matter,” Deston said to me. I sat back with a curious expression.

“OK you two, it’s time to get some sleep. I will keep watch again.” Deston said to us.

We eventually lay down and fell asleep.

“This is very interesting,” Helen said. “Was it in northern France?”

“Yes, but it wasn’t known as France then. It was an area that hadn’t even been explored by the Gauls yet, so we had the area to ourselves.”

“OK, I understand. Please continue,” Helen replied.

The next day I was standing between the trees with Deston beside me telling me what to do while Andros watched from afar looking forward to seeing how I was going to attempt this.

“Right Hawken, just close your eyes and relax,” Deston instructed while walking around me.

I closed my eyes and listened.

“Raise your left arm out in front of you and keep your palm facing forwards. That’s it – now listen carefully to the sounds around you. When I say begin, you are going to imagine your home in front of you. After that you open your eyes and let your Guzilkion abilities will take over. But remember to stay focused and do not lose yourself to them. Stay in control and if there are any problems I will intervene. Do you understand?” Deston explained.

“Yes,” I said with my eyes remaining closed.

“OK, I’m going to stand next to your brother now and watch you,” Deston replied, walking off.

“OK. Hawken now begin!” Deston called to me from afar.

I carefully imagined my home, as carefully and completely as I could. Then I opened my eyes and suddenly the trees began to change in front of me. It was like I was shaping the wood with my mind. Then, suddenly, unbidden, the image of the burning hay bale my mother had killed herself on came into my mind, breaking my concentration and my construction fell apart. I lowered my arm, shedding a tear from my eye and felt myself break down emotionally. Deston ran over to me.

“Hawken don’t trouble yourself. You were doing well.”

“I can’t do it Deston. I imagined my mother’s death.”

“Hawken, calm yourself, but keep it together.”

“OK, Deston I will try again.” So Deston walked back over to my brother.

“OK, Hawken begin again.”

So, closing my eyes and reaching out my arm, I began again. And this time I made a home.

“Well done, Hawken.” Deston shouted. “Now we won’t freeze tonight.” He laughed. I turned around and I noticed my brother with his eyes wide open and with a shocked look on his face..

“That was so amazing,” he said, “you could reshape the entire land around us, if you increased your ability!”

“Well I think Andros; this could be the beginning of my abilities. But I’m still scared of it,” I replied curiously.

“Hawken, whatever you can do, you make people bow down to you, but for now I think we should not use them in front of the humans, as they won’t understand us, and they might chase us with their burning torches,” Andros cautioned.

“OK you two, let’s pick supplies and head inside,” Deston instructed.

So, we picked the supplies and headed into our new home. As Deston and Andros walked through the door, I turned around and sensed something to the south of our home. I shook my head and walked inside closing the door behind me.

“You created a house out of trees without cutting them down?” Helen was astounded.

“Yes Helen, and that was just the start. My ability to control matter has developed over the thousands of years since. I could turn the whole of New York into a mountain if I wanted to,” Hawken replied. “In fact, I could probably reshape the entire planet.”

“OK. Could you give me a little demonstration?” Helen asked politely.

Hawken looked around the room. “You see that scalpel on the table over there? Bring it to me please.” Helen did as asked. Hawken took the blade in his left hand.

“OK, Helen just watch carefully.” Before Helen’s astonished eyes the scalpel disintegrated into small metal fragments, then reformed into a spoon, then became a dagger and after that a pin, before returning to its original form.

“How in the world did you do that? It’s like magic,” asked Helen, amazed at what she had just seen.

“It’s very hard to explain to you, Helen, but at least now you know what I can do.”

“Your secret will be safe with me,” Helen promised, closely examining the scalpel.

“Come to think of it, I’m surprised no one has walked in on us yet.” Hawken replied.

“Everyone’s on their break at the moment, waiting for the next shift to arrive,” Helen explained almost absently, her attention fully on the scalpel close to her face. Shaking herself back to awareness she added “But I think I should sneak you out of here and take you back to my place so you can tell me more of your life story.”

“How will you sneak me out?”

Helen put the scalpel down and grabbed Hawken’s right hand.

“Let’s go,” said Helen, taking Hawken out of the door.

Meanwhile across the city in a dark room a pale-faced man walks through the door straight to a telephone on a desk, picks up the receiver and carefully dials a number. A second or so later, he says “Hello. I tried to kill him for you, but someone saw me, so I couldn’t finish the job you tasked me with.”

A voice replies “You have disappointed me. Listen to me carefully. Is there a window near you?”

“Yes boss” says the man.

“Well go and jump out of it.” the voice replies. Suddenly, the man becomes possessed and can’t control his body’s reflexes. He drops the receiver and walks to the window. Without stopping he launches himself straight through the glass, falling to his death on the sidewalk below.

On the other end of the phone, in a small office in Moscow, a grey-haired man, puts his phone down laughing his head off!

In an alleyway at the back of the morgue, an exit door opened, and out walked Hawken, still dressed in scrubs and barefoot. From just inside, Helen instructed “Wait here - and I’ll be back in ten minutes with my car.” The door shut behind Hawken, leaving him alone in the alleyway. Looking around, he noticed a homeless man sitting on the ground next to a dumpster.

The man looked at Hawken strangely, as if trying to place him, then; “It’s you isn’t it!” The man is shocked, as if he’d seen a ghost.

“I’m sorry - do I know you?”

“Yeah I remember you, you’re the guy I saw years ago in Vietnam.”

“Vietnam, I remember now. Me and my friend were impersonating reporters.”

“Yeah, you were interviewing my platoon when the Vietcong opened fire on us. I saw you and your friend get shot to pieces. So, we left you there while we advanced under fire.” said the homeless veteran.

“Oh” replied Hawken. “Well, to cut a long story short, I’m what you could call immortal.”

“IMOMRTAL! Oh! Well, I’m glad you survived anyway. What are you doing here then? Are you a doctor?” nodding at the scrubs.

“Err, someone tried to kill me, but failed in their attempt, so that’s why I’m out here.” replied Hawken trying to figure what to do next.

The homeless man got up and walked over to Hawken, offering a handshake.

“All I’ve got to say to you is, it’s great meeting you and whatever happened to you I hope you catch whoever tried to kill you.”

Hawken gripped the man’s hand, returning the shake. “Thank you.” He thought for a second, then went on “I am going to give you a gift to help you, as you look like you need a fresh start in life. You see that pile of old newspapers over there?”

“Yes, what about them?”

“Bring them to me and I will show you something amazing.”

“You’re not going to read to me, are you?” asked the homeless man.

“No, no, no, you will see,” Hawken, laughed in reply.

The veteran walked over to the pile of old newspapers, picked them up and brought them back. At Hawken’s direction he put them on the ground. Hawken kneeled down and placed his left hand on them.

“Just watch”

The newspapers disintegrated into dust and re-emerged as a million American dollars. The homeless man’s eyes opened wide and surprised.

“Are these real?” he asked, breathlessly.

“Yes, they are. They are a gift to you,” replied Hawken

“Thank you very much. You are too kind to do this for me. Also, I won’t tell a living soul who you are,” says the homeless man, about cry.

Suddenly bright lights appeared in the alley, startling them both. They immediately realised that they were a car’s headlights. The driver’s window wound down and Helen leaned out.

“Hawken, get in quickly,” she commanded.

Hawken turned to the homeless man and said his farewells. The veteran hugged Hawken and thanked him. Hawken smiled and got into the front passenger seat of Helen’s car.

“Who is he?” Helen asked.

“Just a man I met in Vietnam years ago,” said Hawken.

“You really have been everywhere, haven’t you!”

“I will tell you more later. Anyway, where are we off to now, Helen?”

“To get you some clothes and then I will take you back to my apartment uptown.”

She reversed her car out of the alley, leaving the homeless man jumping round with joy, as he shouted to the world

“I’m f****ng rich!”

As Helen backed her car into the street a black Mercedes-Benz, which had been parked on a side street, began to follow. Inside was a white man driving and, in the passenger, seat sat a black man. Each wore a black suit, white shirt, black tie and dark sunglasses. The black man picked up a car phone and began dialling. The phone was answered after only a couple of rings.

“This is Agent 72. We are following him with a woman driving. Do you want us to stop the car?”

“No Agent 72, you and Agent 71 follow, watch and observe,” came the reply.

“Understood sir.” Agent 72 put the car phone back in its cradle and the surveillance team continued to follow Hawken and Helen to wherever they were going.

Back in Moscow, the grey-haired man sat in his office looking at the window. His room had a superb view of the Kremlin, and he was once again admiring the beauty of the building when there was a knock at his office door.

“Da?”

The door opened to reveal a tall blonde-haired man. “Comrade Andros?”

Without turning from the window, Andros replied “What is it?”

“We found another one of your kind.”

“Oh? Where?”

“St Petersburg. Do you want us to bring them in?” Petrov replied.

“No, let them go. I know that they are looking for me, but I must remain hidden from them for the time being.” Andros turned back around in his chair.

“Understood, Comrade Andros.” said Petrov.

“Now leave me. I don’t want to be disturbed for the rest of the day.”

Petrov left the office and closed the door behind him, while Andros continued to look out the window, a worried look on his face.

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