#frederick x y/n

[kar1nsworldx]

ArthurTV and singer!reader who releases from the start or promise by laufey 🩷🩷

(...) from the start ᝰ.ᐟ

pairing: ArthurTV x f!reader

Instagram!AU

SUMMARY: y/n releases songs about a special someone and soon enough it's revealed about who it is

requested: yesss!!!! anon a big big thank you for requesting a fic, feel free to request more asapp if you'd like because I'd love to write more for people!!!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: anon I really hope you enjoy reading this! I tried to write this asap, and I really hope you like how the whole fic turns out <3 . I also actually wrote for the first time in my social media fic, so I really hope that you liked my writing and how the story progressed!!! Whilst writing I tried to make it as long as possible considering how late I posted this so I really do hope you enjoy!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REQUEST MORE STUFF!!!!! ♡♡♡

ˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 🧸ྀི

ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩

y/n l/n

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y/n l/n: bla bla bla !!

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COMMENTS;

gkberry_: stunning stunning girl! xx

y/n l/n: stop you're gonna make me cry 😭

bambinobecky: gorgeous woman 💓

y/n l/n: sobbing, thank you becky 🫂🫂

faithlousiak: loved seeing you yesterday girly 🩷

y/n l/n: sameee I missed you sm! 🥹

userly: ahhh I love your outfits! where do you buy your clothes from?

y/n l/n: thank you sm!! I usually go to thirft shops, but sometimes I got to H&M for some shirts. if you want quality, long lasting clothes go to zara! I only have one clothing item from zara which is jeans and even tho they're a few years old they're still top quality. would buy more zara stuff but I'm broke 😭🫂🩷

userly: ahhh tysm!! love you!! xx

y/n l/n: 💓

user007: omg I haven't seen you in a hot second

y/n l/n: LOL sorry? 😭😭

user888: TULIPS!!!!! 🌷🌷🌷

y/n l/n: TULIPS <3 🌷🌷🌷

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ding! new Whatsapp notification from Behz

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Behz;

⤷ Miss Olive says that if you don't come to the next Sidemen Sunday shoot you will never ever see her again

You;

Well please tell Miss Olive that there is no need for threats

and that I will be there!!!!

Behz;

⤷ I'll tell the little Miss

⤷ are you free this Tuesday? we were planning to shoot a Hide & Seek video at the London Zoo around 3pm

You;

yeah of course I am

you lot want me to come at 3pm or earlier?

Behz;

⤷ maybe around 2:30 or 2:45? just so that we can mic you up asap

You;

yeah of course, not a problem

you need me to bring anything??

Behz;

⤷ nah, no need but thanks tho

You;

yeah ofc

see ya behz x, say hi to Olive and Faith for me! 🩷

Behz;

⤷ will do L/n 👍

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y/n l/n

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y/n l/n: lisened to a really great song on the way to a sidemen shoot. I wonder from who could it be tho... do you guys have a clue? 🤷‍♀️

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COMMENTS;

taliamar: BITCH YOU DID NOT MAKE ANOTHER SONG WITHOUT TELLING ANYONE, AGAIN.

y/n l/n: mmm you'll find out in a couple of days if I did or didn't xxx mwah! gtg to film a video now, love ya talia! 💓

taliamar: Y/N GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE RIGHT NOW ISTFG I'LL CALL SIMON TO FORCE YOU TO TALK TO ME FFS

user007: I AM DYING WTF BAHHAHAHA

freyanightingale: darling this will be 5/5 songs that you've made without telling anyone, ffs 😭

y/n l/n: thats why it's fun! 🩷

freyanightingale: why am I not suprised by your responce

useroo: OH???? OH?????????????????????

useredup: NEW SONG???? OH MA GAWD HELL YEAH PARTNER 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

user505: OMGGG YES ID LIKE A NEW SONG PRETTY PLS

sidemen: oh? 👀

faithlousiak: NEW SONG??? WHAT??? I WAS NOT INFORMED ABOUT THIS Y/N

arthurnfhill: ooo new song, i'm intrested

user111: OMG I CAN'T WAIT!!!!!!!!!

xeuserxe: I AM TWEAKING I AM LITERALLY FUCKING TWEAKING

y/n l/n: me too bestie, me too 🫂

xeuserxe: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH

y/n l/n: BAHHAHAHAHAHA

ksi: insane news

xouserxo: I REALLY HOPE THIS IS A NEW SONG ANNOUCMENT I LITERALLY LOVE THE 4 SONGS YOU'VE RELEASED PLEASE LET THIS BE A NEW SONG ANNOUCMENT

y/n l/n: 🩷🤫🥹

xouserxo: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?????

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ding! new Whatsapp notification from Tobi 😎

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Tobi 😎;

⤷ hey, just wanted to lyk that were all metting up in front of the Zoo

⤷ but tbf no ones here yet, just me, josh and ethan

You;

ty for the info Tobi! :)

I'm there within the next 10 minutes or less!

Tobi 😎;

⤷ glad to hear, see you soon :)

You;

see yaaa!!!!

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As she slowly started to approach the Zoo, Y/n put away her headphones into her tote bag, making sure to turn them off before putting them away. She quickly checked that she looked good and that her outfit was okay before walking through the black gates that were the entrence of the Zoo.

"Y/n, hey!" a voice called out as she was immidetly spotted entering through the gates. It was Tobi who greeted her first, a wide smile on his face as he waved at her. She waved back, greeting him as well Josh, Ethan and the crew members too. "How are you guys?" the brunette asked as she approached them with a shy smile.

"Pretty good, you?" Josh replied as he finished adjusting his mic. "Good, thank you," she answered. "Oi, you! Did you really make another song without telling anyone, again? Faith has been blowing up my phone for the last hour you crazy woman," Ethan spoke up as he looked at her. Y/n only let out a small laugh at his question and statement, a sly grin on her face. "Y/n, again?" Tobi asked with a slightly suprised and curious look. "Mm, I don't know boys. I'm sure you'll be able to find out in a few days." was the only responce the brunette offored, trying not to laugh quietly. She wasn't a famous singer by any means, like Talia or JJ but she did like to write music from time to time. So far she released 4 songs, but without telling anyone she knew that she's releasing a song it would always suprise them.

"Oh for fucks sake," Ethan groaned before contnuing; "I swear Faith will murder you one day I swear," at that Y/n let out a slightly suprised laugh. The four of them continued to talk and with time, more people came; Harry, Vik, Simon and JJ obviously, but also Chris, Arthur, and Danny Aarons. As they all finally got together, Josh informed the group that they would all have to wear a animal onsie.

"Oh for fucks sake man," Chris groaned as he put on a tiger costume. "To be fair they are quite comfortable," Arthur said whilst wearing a green frog costume.

Y/n only smiled at their antics and banter as she waited for the boys to finish putting on their costumes. She was given a fox onsie, which was slightly bigger on her but as Arthur said, it was comfortable. "I woudn't say they're that bad Chris," she said as she looked at the blond man.

"Yeah yeah," was the reply she got from the Jersey youtuber as he was slightly stuck whilst putting on the tiger costume. Y/n let out a chuckle as she watched him.

Soon enough they all were ready and Harry started off the video as he was the seeker. As he said that they could go and start hidding Y/n sprinted off, immidietly leaving the group to go and search for a hidding spot. "I have no idea where to hide, this place is massive," she spoke to her camera as she ran, showing off the animals. She always loved animals, so it was nice to see so many of them.

As she ran past the monkey enclosure, she spotted a little souvenir stand that was completly closed, windows locked, shut and everything. But to her suprise, the door was unlocked so she quickly steped in and closed the door behind her. "Fuck me it's dark," she said as she turned on the flash on her phone, lighting the place off. It was the size of a kiosk, so not that big. But there was a huge box under the counter, and that could just be her hidding spot. She put her camera aside to see if she would fit in it, and after she confirmed to herself that she would she picked up her camera again and got inside it, closing the box after she made herself comfortable.

"Not the comfiest place, but it could do the trick. It's kinda far away, so let's hope Harry dosen't come here anytime soon," she talked to the camera, holding it up to show her surroundings. "I think I'll camp out here for a few minutes and then I'll go outside again," she added "All the animals are adorable and I really want to see the red pandas."

Some time has passed and Y/n decided that she'd go and find another hiding spot. It was getting quite hot and stuffy in the cardboard box as well she was getting bored. After leaving the little souvenir kiosk she just strolled through the Zoo, filming animals and talking to the camera. "Guys I found Simon and Cal," she spoke as she recorded two extremely tall giraffes.

Just as she said that she heard screaming and from the distance she saw Danny get chased by Harry. "Oh fuck no," she yelled before sprinting away as she realised that Danny was sprinting in ger direction with Harry on his heels. "Fuck ne fuck me fuck me!" she yelled as she ran "I should've stayed in my hiding spot!"

Thankfully she was able to get away safely, but her costume? Not so much. She hid herself in a bush but because of doing that her costume got torn apart a little bit. "Man, I liked this onsie,"

She camped out in the big bush for a while, catching her breath and talking to the camera a bit. But after some time she heard yelling again. "Oh God I think Arthur is getting chased," she informed the camera, recording what she could of her surroundings from outside the bush. Just as she saw Arthur getting chased she immidetly stoped talking and stood still, praying that her cover woudn't get blown.

To her suprise, Arthur actually hid himself too in the same bush that she was in and Harry sprinted off down the path just a minute later, not even noticing them. Just as she was going to greet Arthur quietly he let out a loud surpised yelp. "What are you-" "Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up, you are not blowing this cover Televison," she cut him off, putting a hand over his mouth so that he woudn't make a sound. After a minute or so she put her hand down before greeting him with a smile.

"Hi," she said. "What are you doing here?" Arthur asked with a confused look on his face. "Hidding, obviously.," she replied. "Right," he said before falling quiet. The two didn't talk much, only recorded a bit and commented about something here and there, but other than that not my words were spoken between the two. After some time passed Arthur decided to go find another hidding spot, bidding Y/n goodbye. "Good luck," she told him as he left. "Thanks," and that was that.

"Well that was lovely..," she said to no one in a slightly moody tone. Nobody knew (hopefully) but the brunette had the biggest crush on the Jersey youtuber, despite knowing they had 100% chance of being together. Hell they weren't even that close, only really interacting whilst recording videos.

But that didn't matter that much at the moment as Y/n had a challange to win. After alot of more time has passed, she decided to leave the bush and go back to her original hidding spot. She made a dash for the kiosk, making sure to not be caught. After seccuring her original hidding spot she talked to the camera, about anything and everything really until someone entered the kiosk. She immidetly went silent, hopping she woudn't be found. Just then, she heard a yelp and something colliding into the box she was hidding in, making her fall. "Oh fuck me!" she yelled as she has been found, Harry standing over her.

"Oh my God I didn't even know you were in there, that was a complete accident mate!" Harry yelled, laughing as he recorded the brunette. "Oh for fucks sake Bog," she groaned as she got up. "Oi don't be so sad, you actually won!"

"I did?" Y/n asked excitedly, a grin slowly forming on your face. "Yes mate, did you not hear us calling for you?" Harry asked as the two walked out of the little kiosk with a confused look on your face. "I only heard screaming but no actual words being said." she responded. The two of them made their way quickly to the front of the Zoo where everyone else was. "Ey, theres the winner of todays video!" Tobi yelled out with a smile as he recorded Harry and Y/n approach them. "What happened to your costume?" Chris asked as he saw the brunettes ripped up costume. "Hidding in a bush is a smart move but it ruins your clothes." was all Y/n had to offer as they slowly started to finish filming. Soon enough everything was done and everyone was allowed to leave.

"You need a ride?" Vik asked her as it was a known fact that the girl didn't drive. "Nah, it's fine, thanks tho." she replied with a smile before going to bid everyone goodbye and leave.

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y/n l/n: FROM THE START IS YOURS PEOPLE!!! Please stay tuned as this is not the only song coming your way this month <3 Stream From the start, ASAP!! Much love to all xx

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COMMEMTS;

faithlousiak: SCREAMING AND CRYING GIRLY OH MY GODDD

behzingagram: @y/n l/n you are paying for the therapy bills, tnx

y/n l/n: love u both lots but we both know im broke af xxy

taliarmar: THERS MORE??? BITCH ANSWER THE PHONE

y/n l/n: 💓💓💓

us3r: 🎶💓

arthurnfhill: collab when???

y/n l/n: whenever you'd like arthur 🙏

freyanightingale: SO SO PROUD AND SHOCKED MY WORD

y/n l/n: LOVE U!!

xouserxo: literally in love with this song omfg

chrismd10: taylor swift (walmart version)

y/n l/n: hii chrissy :((

chrismd10: okay okay so maybe it is a good song or something...

y/n l/n: :D

bambinobecky: stunning stunning woman alert!!!

y/n l/n: marry me already?

gkbarry_: O.M.G

savinggracepod: WE NEED YOU ON THE POD NOW!!!!!!!

y/n l/n: I'm sure we can figure something out soon! xxx 😉

sidemen: bop

xeuserxe: y/n ilysm but who is this about!!!??!

vikkstagram: 🤩

userly: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

user111: SO HAPPY AND PROUD WHO!!

useredup: SCREAMING AND CRYING AND THROWING UP AND DYING WHAT IS THIS BEAUTIFUL HEARTCRUSHING MASTERPIECE YOU HAVE GIVEN US

y/n l/n: another one coming soon! xxx

useredup: WHAT

useroo: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH

y/n l/n: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH

user505: MUSIC ALERT MUSIC ALERT I REPEAT MUSIC ALERT

italianbach: holy shit

arthurtv: congrats!

ksi: insane

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faithlousiak

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faithlousiak: go stream the crazy lady's beautiful sad gutwrenching love song pls, she needs help

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y/n l/n: I do not need help! I have a perfectly valid reason for writing the song Faith!!!! >:((((

faithlousiak: oh shut up you sad sack of potatoes and go write more songs abt unrequired love

y/n l/n: I will actually!!!

behzingagram: oh ffs

user777: still in shock

user888: we all are babes

usermybeloved: this is such a cute post :((( <3

freyanightingale: shes the reason for my gray hairs

y/n l/n: or maybe ur just old??? 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

user007: why do I have a theory about who could this song be about

y/n l/n: BABES DO NOT SAY ANYTHING, PLS

useruuuu: love the song smm

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y/n l/n: Promise out now.

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arthurnfhill: COLLAB ASAP CALL ME

y/n l/n: 📞📞📞

faithlousiak: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU OH MY GOD

behzingagram: okay so maybe we should pay for your therapy instead...

user007: THE WAY I THINK IK WHO THIS IS ABOUT OH MA GAWD

savinggracepod: GET YOUR ASS TOMORROW IN THE STUDIO L/N.

taliamar: sobbing sobbing and more sobbing

spotifyuk: 🤩🎶

arthurtv: ...

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savinggracepod

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savinggracepod: ladies 'n gents and all in between i'm sure you can guess our next podcast guest but please do tune in this week for the new episode to confirm your suspisions xx

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COMMENTS;

y/n l/n: hehe 😶‍🌫️🤭

gkbarry_: you cheeky cheeky woman

y/n l/n: 💋💋💋

xouserxo: literally cannot wait omg!!

user111: so so excited for this one x

usermybeloved: MISS @y/n l/n GET UR ASS IN HERE

user1: this ep is going to be so good I can already tell

savinggracepod: babe ur spitting straight facts x

user1: OMG HI!

faithlousiak: can't wait for this lovely shitshow <3

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y/n l/n: big big thank you for having me @savinggracepod !! Pls go check out this weeks episode asap 🎀

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COMMENTS;

savinggracepod: we loved having youuu!! xxx

useroo: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

faithlousiak: girly u ain't slick

y/n l/n: BITCH WTF DOES THAT MEAN??!??

faithlousiak: check gc

userly: cant wait to lisen to this!!!

gkbarry_: 💋💋💋

y/n l/n: 💋💋💋

arthurtv: loved the ep

y/n l/n: haha tysm arthur!! (:

useredup: NEW EPPPPP

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"Hi Arthur," Y/n greeted the man as she approached him. Tomorrow came way to quickly for her liking, and she was so nervous too as she had no idea why he set this up. "Hey Y/n," Arthur greeted her politely with a smile as he looked up from his phone. "Want to head inside?" "I'd love to,"

The two of them entered the café with Arthur immidietly going to the counter. "I can take our orders while you find a place for us to sit down. What would you like?" he asked her. "An Iced coffee would be fine, thank you," Y/n told him before going to find a table to sit at. She quickly spooted a table in the back of the café where a little amount of people were sitting at. She put down her bag onto one chair and waited for Arthur.

"Your drink," Arthur said as he put down both of their drinks on the table. "Thank you," the brunette replied, taking a few sips of her coffee before looking at Arthur. "So, whats up?" she started. "This is, uh.. quite unusual for us to meet up outside of shootings. Is there something wrong?"

"Yeah, it kinda is. But theres nothing wrong actually, I just wanted to ask you something..," Arthur trailed off as he put his own drink down. "Well ask away than," Y/n said with a smile, still quite nervous.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?"

"What?" Y/n looked at him dumbfounded, not beliving what she was hearing. Arthur asked her to go on a date with her? "Wait wait if this is about the songs and because somebody told you about my emotions you don't need to ask me out on a date Arthur, I understand that you don't feel the same. You don't have to take me out on some pity date, it's fine," she rambled, not letting him get a word in.

"Pity?" Arthur asked. "God, Y/n it's not pity I swear. I geniuenly liked you for way to long but I never thought you'd feel the same. Then the guys started to message me that I should ask you out after you released the songs and everything. The only real reason why I haven't tried to get closer to you was because I didn't want to get rejected or something and I kinda always thought you just didn't like me romantically."

"Oh..," Y/n breathed out, before a smile formed on her face. "Well in that case, I'd love to go on a date with you Arthur," she said, her cheeks turning pink as she looked at him.

"Really?"

"Most certantly,"

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⤷useroo: PLEASE TELL ME THAT IS Y/N PLEASE

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y/n l/n: guys I fucked up doing math but instead of failing a test I got the guy in the end 😄😆😉😜🤪😝

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chrismd10: oh god you will be insufferable

y/n l/n: ofc I will be 😜🤪😝

faithlousiak: YESS MAMASSSS

user6: yayy!!!

user111: so happy for you!

freyanightingale: 💓💓💓

taliamar: CONGRATS!! 💓💓

georgeclarkeey: i will be sick you two are disgustingly cute

y/n l/n: choke on my dick clarke 🥰

georgeclarkeey: no ty

tobjizzle: ❤

xouserxo: cuties ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

italianbach: lost my pookie to another pookie 😔

y/n l/n: its okay we can share him pookie xx

italianbach: thanks pookie!

arthurtv: when did I agree to this????

useredup: OH MY GOD MOTHER AND FATHER GOT TOGETHER FUCK YES

useroo: MAMA Y PAPA, MAMA Y PAPA

us3r: HOLY SHITTTT

user007: I WAS RIGHT YOU GUYS I WAS RIGHT

y/n l/n: YOU WERE

user007: WHOOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOO

userly: FUCK YEAAAAAAAAQQAAAAAAAAAH

arthurtv: that emonji combo is vile

y/n l/n: you love it 😝

arthurtv: that I do 🙂

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Arthurtv

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TBJZL

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[dentiststoothfairy]

Pardon me, I see that your open and if it not an issue can I get hcs about Aesop, eli clark, and Frederick kreiburg with s/O who rarely use they're voice to sing despite being skilled at it, s/O prefer to use VOCALOID/is a VOCALOID composer?.

Feel free to decline. No pressure!

⚰️ 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐩 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥 ⚰️, 🦉 𝐄𝐥𝐢 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤 🦉 & 🎼 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐊𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠 🎼

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐕𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐈𝐃 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐒/𝐎

...

⚰️ 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐩 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥 ⚰️

He's a little indifferent at first, he understands that sometimes life is pretty difficult with singing.

He's not that confident either despite having a pretty good voice himself (albeit a little untrained), but he's sure to give you some kind gentle words about your voice, even if it's not necessary.

And. VOCALOID?

That's. Actually a very interesting concept. Music may not be a personal passion of his, but he of course appreciates the less traditional way of things. (If you consider embalming less traditional at least)

He's pretty impressed anon, I won't lie.

*His favorite voice? Uh. He's basic and probably wouldn't know what to pick. He just likes Miku.

🦉 𝐄𝐥𝐢 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤 🦉

You have definitely caught Eli toying with it a little bit out of curiosity.

He definitely saw it more of a entertainment thing than an actual musical instrument at first. Look dear, you can make the robot speak!

When you showed him that. No. It's not actually for speaking. You can tune it to sing and that's it's proper use? He found A LOT more fun in it.

He's genuinely really intrigued. If it makes you happy? He's happy too.

He asks you to show him all the cool little tricks you can do. All the voices you have.

(He loves the kagamines the most.)

Even though you don't sing. He's always sure to make sure you don't really feel insecure about your voice. He knows you're talented and you do too.

🎼 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐊𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠 🎼

He was less immature about it than the other too. Straight up

He asks about the synthesizer, whether or not you could tune the AI and if the rendering is easy. Like. He genuinely knows what he's doing.

Which is shocking for a guy like him.

For someone with such love for classical compression, you'd think he'd despise an artificial way of imitating a person's voice. But apparently he's more modern than one would think!

He doesn't mind providing you the background music to the songs if you ever decide to do a more elegant song like Regret Message or something (two of a kind maybe?)

His favorite is actually someone very specific. He likes Miku for her range but he also really likes Kaito because his voice is a lot more mature than the others. (Don't tell anyone but he has a weak spot for Yuki as well.)

[jahayla-parker]

Ok but imagine Freddy heating reader swear for the first time

Cursed : Freddy Carter x Reader

Description: 1.4k wc based on request of Freddy hearing y/n curse for the first time, fluff

Warnings: a few swear words and some playful teasing, but otherwise fluff

“Are you serious?” Amita laughed, her arm lazily resting over y/n’s shoulder as they approached the rest of the group.

“Extremely” y/n smirked, “but it was super adorable”.

“I still can’t believe that, poor Freddy” Amita shook her head.

“I know, I was trying not to laugh. He felt bad about it but when he saw I was laughing he relaxed” y/n explained, recalling the event.

“Of course he did” she winked, “he’s obsessed with you”.

Y/n laughed, “well, obsessed is a bit much. But I’d hope he’d be interested; we’ve been together long enough by now”.

Amita laughed loudly, “still can’t get over him dropping the cake in front of your flat”.

Y/n shrugged with a smile “was still a good night”

“I bet, what-“ Amita began as they neared the others.

“Are you two finally joining us?” Kit interrupted once the girls were next to him.

Y/n laughed and rolled her eyes, “yes Kit, we are finally joining you”.

Kit gave y/n a smug smile, wrapping his arm over her other shoulder.

“Okay, I’m officially out of arms now” y/n chuckled, trying to find a seat that would fit her and the two friends hanging on her.

Freddy smiled over at her and signaled for Ben to scoot down.

He’d saved her a seat already; as he usually did.

By him and Ben sliding down, it allowed kit and Amita to sit next to her.

Y/n smiled and mouthed thank you to Freddy across the circle as she sat down.

He smiled back and nodded silently.

“Sooo, y/n” Ben smirked, making everyone face him.

“Ben Barnes” she smirked back.

He laughed, “I learned something about your boyfriend today”.

Y/n raised an eyebrow and looked over at Freddy who was blushing deeply as he stared at the ground.

She laughed, “Freddy, love? Care to share?”

His eyes lifted to her’s, pressing his lips into a tight line, cheeks still pink, he aggressively shook his head.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully and looked back to Ben.

“I mean, we all know he’s, what the kids call a simp, for you” he began.

Y/n laughed loudly, “the kids? Ben why are you such a grandpa?!”

Freddy laughed softly in agreement as Ben brushed off her comment.

“But I didn’t realize just how bad he was at it” Ben added with a chuckle.

“Excuse me?” Y/n asked, starting to feel her protective side come out.

As she looked at Freddy from the corner of her eye, she saw him biting his lip.

“Think about it, he told us about dropping your cake the other night, and then the whole ordeal with the flowers from last week” Ben began listing events off as he kept laughing.

Y/n crossed her arms over her chest, glancing over at Freddy who was looking at his feet shyly.

Their other cast mates chuckled along with Ben.

She attempted to interrupt Ben but he kept going.

“And then that time he made you lunch and gave you food poisoning” Ben shook his head, “and-“

“Enough” y/n snapped, glaring at Ben.

She knew how bad Freddy felt about that incident already.

It wasn’t even his fault, there was an outbreak with some of the produce he used and no one knew until after.

Still, he’d stuck by her side the whole time and took care of her, constantly whispering apologies.

As Ben’s eyes widened at her outburst, she took the momentary silence to look over at her boyfriend to check on him again.

He had looked up and gave her a small smile, trying to brush off the whole thing.

She tilted her head ever so slightly and he shook his head softly; silently communicating that he knew she was worried but it was fine.

Y/n sighed softly but gave him a soft smile and faint nod.

Ben’s shock had worn off and he began laughing again, “I’m just saying, it’s adorably pathetic, like he-“.

“Fuck off” y/n said, no longer in the mood to hear him insult Freddy; even if it was in a playful way.

Freddy’s eyes widened instantly and snapped over to his girlfriend in pure shock.

He’d seen her get defensive and protect him or others she cared about before.

But, he’d never heard her curse before.

Not even when singing along to songs, telling an emotional story, venting about something she was mad about, etc.

The others didn’t seem to notice this, but her outburst was successful in getting Ben to stop talking since he realized she wasn’t having it.

Freddy suddenly burst into laughter, nearly falling out of his chair, “oh, my, god!”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows as she turned her gaze back to him.

He couldn’t make eye contact with her without laughing even harder, tears forming in his ocean blue eyes.

“You good mate?” Kit chuckled, pulling out a tissue from his pocket and handing it to Freddy.

Y/n squinted at him in silence, uncertain what was so funny.

Freddy shook his head, using the tissue to dab the corner of his eyes as he kept laughing.

“I’ve-“ he chuckled more as he looked over at y/n, “god that was soo funny”.

Y/n glanced at Ben who shrugged, also confused.

“Freddy?” Y/n asked, trying to get him to give her an explanation.

“So-sorry love “ he grinned, “it’s just, I’ve never heard you swear before”.

Y/n nodded slowly, “aannndd?”

Freddy took a deep breath, composing himself.

He grinned, his wide eyes mischievously glowing as he stared at his girlfriend, “it was just so funny”.

Amita chuckled, her hand over her mouth.

“You’ve said that” y/n groaned.

“See, failed simp behavior” Ben pointed out, waving his arm in the air between y/n and Freddy.

She glared at Ben but quickly looked back at Freddy.

“You’re just the sweetest, darling” he smiled, his laughter fading, “so you suddenly cursing like that..”

Freddy shook his head, getting up and walking to her, “I’m sorry for laughing at you Angel, it was just so unexpected and precious”.

Y/n scoffed softly, rolling her eyes.

He just laughed at her action, pulling her hand to him, “see, that, I’m used to. You telling Ben to fuck off, that was new”

She blushed and laughed softly, “shut up”.

Freddy shook his head, pulling her up from her seat, his arm moving to hug her.

“Okay, see, I don’t get it” Ben laughed.

“What?” Amita questioned, watching as y/n softly shook her head up at Freddy who just smiled at her.

“Freddy found it cute, I found it frightening “ Ben said, his voice showing his sincerity.

Y/n turned in Freddy’s arms until she could see Ben more.

“See, that” she signaled at Ben, “is the normal reaction to hearing someone curse for the first time when they normally don’t”.

Freddy chuckled, pulling her to his side, his lips pressing a tender kiss to the top of her hair.

“It wasn’t directed at me though” he argued, “besides, it was cute you reacted so protectively that you actually cursed”.

She blushed, smiling softly up at Freddy and shrugging her shoulders.

Turning to see Ben, she smirked, “I’m glad at least you were scared. You should be scared to make fun of him”

Freddy laughed and tightened his arms around her as a thank you.

Ben pouted “you’re not going to apologize for scaring me?”

“Fuck no” she smirked, Freddy laughing loudly again.

“I’m not sorry for anything. I will always defend him, now you know what the response will be” she said smugly, ignoring her cackling boyfriend holding her.

Ben’s eyes widened again and nodded with a laugh, “understood, I will be cursed at”

“Or just cursed” she winked playfully, kissing Freddy’s cheek before slipping from his arms.

“Fuck, okay” Ben laughed, leaning away from her.

Y/n laughed and walked back to her seat.

“Darling, truly, thank you for defending me” Freddy grinned, his lips pressed to her ear as they exited the meeting.

“Mmmhmm, laugh at me again like that Carter and it’ll be directed at you next time” she teased, looping an arm around his lower back.

He gasped, “you wouldn’t”.

Y/n smirked and shrugged, “don’t piss me off”.

Freddy laughed, moving his arm to her waist and squeezing her hip, “it’s insane how cute you are when you curse”.

She blushed and rolled her eyes, laying her head on his shoulder.

Freddy sighed contentedly, his eyes watching her as they walked, “so damn cute”.

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[frickingnerd]

the new member of the shepherds

pairing: frederick x gn!reader

summary: since you joined the shepherds, you're always following frederick around...

frederick pretended like you were a nuisance. 

ever since you joined the shepherds, you always followed him around like a lost puppy. you didn't know the people there, didn't know your way around town and you were still learning to fight. chrom had told you on your first day, that if you ever need help, you could ask frederick and you've been doing just that ever since. 

since your first day with the shepherds, you were by fredericks side whenever you could, only leaving him alone when you absolutely had to. frederick wondered if it was because he was the only one you trusted or if there was another reason that he didn't consider. 

as time went by, you still clung to frederick. any other person would've made some other friends by now, but not you. frederick tried to push you away from him and towards the other shepherds and yet you stayed with him. he started to act like you were a nuisance to him, though that wasn't really how he felt about you. 

truthfully, he enjoyed how dependent you were on him. he knew he shouldn't feel that way, but he found it endearing how you always followed him around and how happy you were when he was nice to you. of course, he wouldn't admit that to you or anyone else, but he hoped things wouldn't change and that you'd stay by his side for a while longer… 

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Deliciously Dangerous Golden Apples - Prince Frederick X Female Reader

Title: Deliciously Dangerous Golden Apples

Prince Frederick X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Espen (Mentioned), Kristin (Mentioned), and other people like random guards and townspeople (Mentioned)

Requested by: Anon!

WC: 7,766

Warnings: Slight spoilers to The Ash Lad (the first movie), canon violence mentioned, Reader is a witch, Reader is mentioned to be wearing a dress, death mentioned, eating bugs and other small animals very briefly mentioned, Reader slaps someone briefly mentioned, angst, injuries mentioned, throwing up very briefly mentioned, slight suggestiveness, name-calling (not bad; ex. idiot, coward, etc.), love at first sight, enemies to lovers, arguing, teasing, banter, tension, blood mentioned, a lot of italics, and fluff

The forest was thick with heavy green brush and tall, wide trees that stretched beautifully into the sky. The world around you was peaceful, with soft chirps from small birds, and the bright sun's light shining through the canopy of leaves, warming you perfectly. Today was indeed a breathtaking, and perfect day for collecting more ingredients that you were running out of. Herbs, mushrooms, berries, you placed all that you could find and needed, carefully in your woven basket. Crouching on the ground, the trim of your brown shirt became slightly damp from the moist moss under your brown leather, booted feet. 

You thought that this day was going to be like any other day, but just as you were going to pick some blueberries, you froze. Slowly, you looked up, turning your head towards the west as a small gust of cold wind blew past you, ruffling your hair under the cloak of your hood slightly. Something was wrong, and your instincts and the cries of Mother Nature were never wrong. And so, you stood, abandoning the lush, purple berries to follow the small gust of wind, which carried some of the dead fallen leaves of the oncoming autumn off the ground; creating hauntingly beautiful swirls of orange, yellow, red, and brown.

Following the swirling wind for what felt like only a couple of minutes, you finally reached a path. It was free from any fallen leaves, fallen branches, or twigs; which led right to a tall rock surface, covered in vines and moss. You tilted your head, stepping close to the stone before placing your palm upon its cold surface. Shutting your eyes, you felt the warmth of your energy flow through your body, reaching from your head to your toes before flowing out of your fingers as a soft, silver light. It sparkled and glowed as gentle little spindles of light emitted from your hand, swirling in an intricate pattern around the stone. Your eyes snapped open again, taking in every single detail of your surroundings. Everything seemed to shift and change; it was mesmerizing.

You took a step back from the rock as it opened, and moved to the side, revealing a dark, hidden cave. You quickly moved forward, feeling a sense of urgency, not knowing what was wrong, or whether someone required your help. Stepping past old sticks, dead leaves, and a low mist that hovered over the ground, you found yourself face to face with a group of Forest Nymphs. Their haggard appearances were enough to make anyone uneasy and their stomachs upset. Their hair was dark, covered in dirt, mud, and whatever else. Their faces, much like any stereotypical witch or hag any guardian would tell their children about as a cautionary tale before slumber; wrinkled faces, long warty noses, grimy teeth. They spoke with high-pitched, scratchy voices, laughing to one another, fawning and buttering up their most recent prey; a young man.

From where you stood, you could tell that he was already deep under their spell, eating the bugs, snails, and such that were illusioned as sweet treats in his eyes. From his mind's view, and from what he could tell while under their spell, he was simply eating delicious strawberries and devouring pleasant pastries. Under this sorcery, instead of somewhat terrifying Forest Nymphs, he simply saw beautiful women; sparkling eyes, breathtaking voices, long, flowing blonde hair, with matching tails of that of a cow. 

You had to act fast to save the man’s life, and so, you went straight into action. Crouching down, you placed your hands on the dirty ground. Shutting your eyes briefly, the palm of your hand shone in the dark hall of the cave, just as it did at the face of the stone. Slowly, you watched as large vines slithered and crawled past you, as if with a mind of their own, towards the evil and vile seductresses. You continued to watch as they began to panic as the vines began to climb and twist around them as they sat at their wooden table, trapping them and encasing them in a thick, vine prison.

“No!” One shrieked, “He’s ours!”

They screeched, and cried, struggling against their only temporary binding as you scurried closer, reaching the man. He continued to laugh, high on the hallucinations, his fingers almost numbly reaching out to try and grab a dead rat from the table. You cringed, instantly pulling the man up from the table's wooden bench before tugging him through the cave's tunnel; his feet stumbling as he fought against your grip to get back to the 'beautiful women.'

"Let go of me." He spoke, his words slightly slurred as he continued to drag his feet, trying to get back to the cave now multiple feet from the both of you. "Let go of me, I say! I want to stay with those beautiful women."

Stopping in your tracks, the man stumbled into your back as you did so. He rubbed at his dirty hair with his free hand, a frown on his equally dirty face as he looked around; hopefully, the spell was fading off, at least his sluggish laughter had stopped. Raising your own hand, the man before you tried to pull away as your hand landed on his cheek harshly. "Snap out of it, you fool." You growled, growing irritated, "What you had seen in there was all just an illusion; a spell."

Immediately, the man glared daggers at you, his free hand rubbing his cheek in which you had slapped, "No one slaps me! Do you know who I am!?"

You narrowed your eyes, though you must have thought that it was unnoticeable with the hood covering most of your face, "No, and I do not care or wish to know who you are until we get to my cottage." You replied sharply, turning around and walking through the forest once more. "And it would be smart to shut your mouth, there are many dangers in these woods that are far worse than what you had recently encountered."

Sighing dramatically, the man followed behind you obediently, muttering curses and harsh words in general under his breath. His legs were weak, tired from the constant movement, but he kept pace with you nonetheless. And finally, after climbing a few cobbly steps and through a tunnel of pink-flowering trees, you reached your cozy, little cottage. 

"You live in this dump? How pathetic." The man sneered as he stared at the hut, his nose wrinkled in disgust. 

You opened your front door before pulling the man inside and shutting the door. "Sit on the bed." You ordered simply, setting down your basket of what you salvaged from your busy morning of saving rude men - which you may or may not have wished you hadn’t saved, but you knew that having your life in the fate of Forest Nymphs was far worse than any death imaginable; in your opinion, nobody should suffer through it.

The man didn't move, eyes wide in shock, “Excuse me!? Normally, I wouldn’t say no to sleeping with-”

“No, you idiot!” You spun around in alarm, “I need to heal you. Now, sit.” You repeated, pointing to the bed as the man continued to stand in the middle of your cottage with his arms crossed, defiant.

"No. I will not take commands from some lowlife peasant.” He practically spat, “I am a Prince, I'll have you know." He spoke, all high and mighty for a man that was covered in layers of dirt and grime.

You scoffed, pivoting your weight to one side, jutting your hip out, and resting your hand there as you stared at him, "And that concerns me why?" You questioned him mockingly, "I'm sure that if you really were a prince, then you'd know better than to be in such a dangerous forest alone, without any guards, protection, food, and all that." You spoke before pointing a finger at the bed once more, "Now, sit, or the longer you wait, the faster the food poisoning will occur, and the sooner you die. But if you think that you are strong enough to deal with it by yourself, then please, be my guest, the door is there. I don't have to waste my precious ingredients on you."

Silently, the so-called prince stared at you, guardedly, before going over and taking a seat on your bed, as he was told. Shifting, he watched you warily as you began moving around your cottage, looking through drawers and shelves to find all the ingredients you needed before grabbing your mortar and pestle. You began to combine the right ingredients, mixing various herbs and roots, and grinding them together in a smooth, dark green powder. He continued to watch as you finished smoothing the powder before grabbing an empty circular bottle. Pouring the powder into the bottle, you then grabbed a secondary vile, which was filled with a purple-ish substance. Combining the two, it sizzled slightly as you swirled the bottle, mixing the liquid and powder together, creating a purply pink foam before it dwindled out.

Walking over, you offered the bottle to the man, who stared at it, up at you, and back. "You don't honestly think I'll drink that do you? You could be poisoning me."

You inwardly sighed, "Why would I drag you out of a cave of hungry Nymphs only to bring you to my cottage to kill you?" You countered, gesturing to the bottle, "And I already said that you are currently dying. So, if you don't drink this, you will die. Your choice.” You shrugged, as you waved the bottle in his face, “Some advice though. I would choose the bottle."

Snatching the bottle, the man slowly brought it up to his lips. He cringed, the overwhelming smell of what he could only describe as rotten eggs engulfed him. He paused briefly before squeezing his eyes shut and chugging the concoction in just a few gulps. Cringing, he pulled the bottle away once it was empty, blindly handing it to you as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "That was disgusting, what was that!?"

"I didn't say that it was going to taste good." You spoke, ignoring his question and taking the bottle before setting it in your sink across the small living room. "Now that should take effect in no more than a few moments." You spoke, beginning to untie your thick, green cloak, "It will counter the food poisoning that you have most likely obtained while staying with the Nymphs. Wicked creatures.” You hissed softly to yourself, as the man who said he was a so-called prince, tilted his head to the side like some confused pup. 

"Nymphs?" The man spoke, his eyebrows furrowing, creating a small crease between his brows. 

"What's your name?" You then asked suddenly - again - ignoring his question as you removed your cloak, turning to hang it on the hook near the front door. And the man found himself speechless. As a prince, he had met a lot of people, possibly hundreds of beautiful women, but you... You were something else entirely. You had taken his breath away, completely and utterly, leaving him speechless. Your hair was a perfect shade, complimenting your skin, and framing your face beautifully. His eyes began to look over your features; your soft lips, the slope of your nose, and the bright sparkle of your eyes. He suddenly felt warm, and it wasn't due to the fever raging within his body from the food poisoning. His heart beat quickly like he wanted nothing more than to run his fingertips along your jawline and cup your cheeks, pull you close, and press his lips gently against yours. What was happening to him? Was this your spell? Was it from that potion you gave him? "So?" He heard your voice say, plowing through his daydreaming, "What should I call you?"

His mouth felt dry, as he licked his lips, his eyes narrowing, “What did you do to me?” He asked accusingly, “What was in that bottle?” He demanded, only for you to scoff, the corners of your lips twitching.

“If you think it was anything other than something to stop you from dying from food poisoning, then you are mistaken.” You spoke calmly, crossing your arms over your cream-colored chemise and brown corset. “I understand how it can be difficult to trust me, but I can assure you, I wouldn’t want to kill you.” You paused, running a hand through your hair as you glanced at the fire, “Mhm, but if I did want to kill you, I can assure you once again, I wouldn’t do it here.” You looked back over at the man, “I don’t want blood on my floor.” You smirked lightly, seeing the slightly uneasy expression on his face before finishing, “Now, what’s your name?”

He paused, before clearing his throat, his hand forming a fist at his mouth, "Frederick. Prince Frederick." He answered before clearing his throat again and returning to look at you, "And what should I call you?"

"Y/N." You answered, pleasantly surprised at how it seemed that he had decided to give you a chance and trust you for now as you leaned back against your wooden table with the palms of your hands, "So... You're really a prince then?"

"Of course," Frederick answered quickly, sure of himself before narrowing his eyes, "Now, what are you?"

"What am I?" You repeated, tilting your head to the side, "Quite rude of you to ask me what I am?”

Prince Frederick stood, puffing his chest slightly, making you smirk; amused at how he tried to make himself seem tough. You had no doubt that he could fend for himself, provided that he had a sword in which to use. "I have fought a nasty troll, spoken to an ugly hag, and Nymphs from what you say. What creature are you?" He asked, almost judging as he raked his eyes down and back up your body.

"I'm a witch... A Forest Witch specifically. If you want to get technical." You answered with a sigh, turning to bend over by the fire, checking on the small pot of soup that was bubbling there; cooking, almost ready.

"A witch?" He then asked, seemingly shocked, maybe tense, "But you're not ugly."

That made you laugh, a real one as you turned away from the fire and back around to face the prince, "I'm taking that as a compliment. It's true though. Not all witches are 'ugly.'" You chuckled, rolling your eyes playfully as you walked over to him. "Now, down to business. I will allow you to stay here for no more than three nights, so you can get your strength back. For now, you will eat and sleep - I'll take the extra bed in the other room. And once you are better, I'll lead you back towards the nearest village. Is that clear?"

"You expect me to stay here? In these dirty clothes? Unless you are going to offer to wash them then I demand new, clean clothes, peasant."

Smirking, you hummed, stepping closer to the prince, and bending down slightly to match his height, "Well, your highness, I guess you'll just have to wash them yourself if you don't want to wear them... I do have extra clothing that might fit you, but you won't get them unless you ask nicely."

He stared down at you, his lips parting slightly as his eyes traveled over your face, taking in every bit of beauty that his gaze landed upon. His fingers twitched nervously and his breathing quickened; there was just something so strangely alluring about you. “This is foolish…” He muttered before gulping. It didn’t take long, as he stood, taking in his appearance. His clothes were dirty, covered in dirt, grime, and bits of his blood; along with his face and hands, and his hair was in a similar condition. He smelled foul, and the prince blinked before frowning stubbornly, "Fine. I will take that extra clothing."

"Please?" You prompted, tilting your head to the side slightly, "Gotta use the magic word."

His eyes narrowed, matching your force with his own, fueling the tension that sizzled between the two of you, "Please?" He sneered, his stomach churning as a strange fluttering warmed in the pit of his stomach. "Happy?"

You hummed, allowing yourself the pleasure of admiring the prince before you before humming and leaning back, "Very." You smiled, "Now, I'll go grab those clothes, you can help yourself to the stew. It’s mushroom and potato." You stated nonchalantly, walking past him, "I'll meet you in the kitchen when I return." Frederick felt a sigh leave him as you turned around the corner, only for you to peek your head back around a second later, “And don’t think I forgot the ‘thank you for saving my life’ that you owe me.”

~~~

“I am fine.” Frederick tried to assure you stubbornly, crossing his arms as you made one last elixir, "I do not need another one of those dreadful things."

You hummed softly, flicking your tongue to the roof of your mouth, "These 'dreadful things' are what keep you from becoming more ill." You spoke calmly, pouring a bit of spring water into your circular bottle before mixing the ingredients together with a few twists of your wrist, "This also helps with any stomach issues you may have. You don't want to throw up, do you?" You asked, turning from the table to walk the few steps to the bed where Fredrick sat. 

"No, I would not." He continued to be stubborn, turning up his nose at the drink that you offered.

"Then drink." You said simply, your grin widening when he - again - snatched the potion from your hand and drank the whole thing in a couple of chugs. "There, not that bad, right?" You playfully cooed, only for Fredrick to look up at you with a hardened glare.

"Do not treat me like a child." He scolded, setting the empty vessel down on the nightstand beside the bed with a hard thump, thankfully, the bottle didn't shatter or crack. 

"Then stop acting like one." You answered back, crossing your arms as you leaned against the wall, "The faster you drink what I make, the faster you'll get better, and the sooner you can go on your way." You shrugged as you ran a hand through your hair, "I don't know why you have to be so stubborn. I'm just trying to help. I don't need to help, but I do. And it's not weak to need help or ask for help." You watched him carefully as he crossed his arms across his chest and looked away. 

"I hate it here." He grumbled, making you groan frustrated and push off of the wall. “It’s cold, and cramped.”

“Well, I apologize that I don’t live in a castle.” Walking towards the table again, you felt your blood boil slightly as you spun around and leaned against the table, the palms of your hand pressed against the wood, "You just never learn, can you? I'm trying to help, I'm trying to make everything easier for you, but you refuse to accept my help."

"Because you are forcing me to stay here." He growled lowly, "I've told you before, I don't need your assistance. Especially from some lowly witch."

You barked out a sarcastic laugh, narrowing your eyes as you smiled darkly, "A 'lowly witch,' well, I haven't heard that one before." You huffed, "I may be far too kind and generous for my own good, but I am still a witch, and I can still be quite vicious and violent if I feel it is necessary. And this situation certainly qualifies as that, don't you agree?" He kept silent. Sighing, you pushed yourself off the table, with a tired sigh, "If you want to leave, you may, I can't force you to stay here. You can leave whenever you like. As I have said before. I don't have to waste my ingredients on you." Your voice was soft as you walked past him, pausing momentarily at the corner, "You may keep the clothes, I won't need them. I would advise that you bring my extra cloak, it's getting cold. It might rain." You finished before slipping out of the room, and to your storage room that you also used as a small craft room.

For the next hour or so, you stayed in that room, knitting yourself a new scarf from the yarn that you had saved up to buy at the nearby market. It was quiet, far too quiet, and you made up your mind that Fredrick had left. Half of you was disappointed, liking having someone around even when they were a bit of a pain, and the other half of you said 'good riddance.' It was going to be so quiet around the cottage again. You, being a witch and all, couldn't really gain many friends, in reality, you had none. No one took the chance to really get to know you and trust you, and sometimes you found yourself becoming the person in which they hated. You had done terrible things in the past, and you had learned your lesson when it came to doing things without thinking or leading with too much emotion.

But, as you sat in your little, wooden rocking chair, warm, brown spun wool in your lap and needles in hand, you paused. Looking out the window, you found droplets of rain running down your window, the sky was gray as rain continued to fall down from that gray sky. You shivered slightly, tightening your shawl tighter around you. If you were cold, he must have been freezing. But he had been so rude to you, so mean, why should you care if he was cold out in that rain, probably shivering and wandering the dark woods; lost.

You couldn't help but care. You sort of liked the so-called prince, finding him rather attractive, despite him being an utter jerk for most of the time he was with you; only two days. And if he actually was a prince as he said that he was, then you couldn't fully blame him for his nasty behavior. Being born within a royal family, raised to think those who weren't royal or of high status were below you, and therefore to act accordingly; he did have reason to dislike the idea of being in your presence. Still, it wasn't easy to see how you could ever make him change his opinion. It was true that the prince was very difficult to understand. He was rude and stubborn. He was arrogant, conceited, and cruel. He was the definition of a prince with no heart. The only times that you thought you saw something different in him were the few times that you were able to catch him watching you intently, and that, coupled with the fact that you could tell by the way his eyes shone and darkened that he was curious about you, almost fascinated. Those brief glimpses of light that he gave you made you wonder what else there was behind that stoic exterior. There had to be more than what meets the eye, after all. 

Before you knew it, you were standing from your rocking chair, haphazardly setting your knitting down where you had once sat before leaving the room. Turning the corner, you stopped, finding the bed empty, and the extra cloak on the hook was gone. You frowned, swiftly moving through the small cottage to grab your cloak before stepping out the door. The harsh, cold wind blew past you as you hurriedly moved the hood of your cloak over your head before you were totally drenched with the bone-chilling rain. 

The sky was dark, with angry gray clouds covering most - if not all - of the sky; blocking all the stars and the full moon. Shutting your eyes, you began to concentrate, feeling the warm and familiar sensation of magic flowing from your fingertips, and into the ground beneath your feet. Within seconds, the ground below you began to grow as a silver ribbon of light began to snake its way through the woods, creating a path for you to follow. 

Following the light, you held the cloak close to your body with one hand, there free just in case anything were to try and attack you. Sadly, even though you were a powerful being, others would've loved to feast on your flesh if you had given them the chance. 

Twisting around trees, large piles of brush, and stepping over overgrown tree roots, you finally found him. You breathed out heavily, catching your breath, bracing yourself against the trunk of a tree. Frederick sat on a large boulder, shivering with your cloak rung tightly around him as the rain pelted down on him in sheets. You almost felt sorry for him, but you were thankful that nothing had found him. Even though he had every right to leave, you still would've felt a bit guilty if you had come to find that he had been killed. 

Walking over, the sharp snap of a twig under your feet made Frederick turn his head, looking towards the sound, before spotting you walking towards him. He rose to his feet as soon as he spotted you - you could tell that he was trying to put on his tough facade as his green eyes narrowed with confusion. He continued to stare at you, his eyebrows furrowed with suspicion. 

"Come with me," You spoke up, offering your hand out to him, but you could see the hesitance in his eyes as he looked down at your hand, "Please," You practically pleaded, Frederick looking up at you before slowly reaching out to grab your hand, causing your fingers to curl around each other. The walk back to your cottage was a quiet one, as you followed the silver ribbon of light magic. Frederick's eyes widened as his jaw dropped at the sight of it, amazed by your creation, only to then clear his throat and look off into the distance and go back to his stubborn, stoic self. Only once the both of you entered your cottage, did you speak up once more. "You surely would've caught your death out there," Frederick said nothing, collapsing in front of the fire burning in your fireplace, still shivering; trying to warm up. You quickly began working, reaching out to take the soaking cloak only for him to pull away from your touch. "Let me help you, Frederick." You insisted, "We need to get you out of those wet clothes. Thankfully, I have cleaned your old clothes."

Frederick looked at you silently, and you could practically see the gears in his head turning before he began to untie the cloak from around him. Only when he took off the said cloak did a small gasp leave you at the sight of the small gash on his forehead, dirt and mud covering the side of his face; which you did not see when you found him in the forest. He seemed to have noticed that you had noticed his small injury, "I fell."

"That's alright. Everybody falls." You spoke, quickly grabbing a small bowl, and filling it with water before grabbing a small rag and finding your place beside him in front of the fire. Dipping the soft edge corner of the rag in the water, you squeezed out the extra before raising your hand to gently press the rag to Frederick's cut, dabbing away at it to clean the blood, dirt, and drying mud from his face. "We just have to get back up and try again."

"Why are you being so... Nice to me?" He spoke up, unable to look at you as you cupped his cheek to wipe the rest of the dirt and whatnot off.

Your movements slowed until you had wiped everything off his face. You pursed your lips as you lean back on your legs. "Well," You began, reaching up to brush his damp hair from his face, your fingers just ghosting across his jaw; you paused, feeling a tingling sensation on the tips of your fingertips as you dropped your hand, placing it in your lap. "I believe that there is good in everyone. Even princes." You answered, before collecting the bowl and rag, standing, "I'll get the bath ready. It may take a bit, heating the water and all. You just try and rest, I'll let you know when it's ready."

Frederick watched you go, feeling conflicted with emotions. Your words were kind and understanding, and although he couldn't quite figure out why, they brought back feelings inside of him that he hadn't expected to feel again. That fluttered in his stomach, the warmth spreading through his chest. It was strange, but he didn't hate it. Not exactly anyway. He slowly raised his hand, his fingers just brushing against where you had touched him, before dropping it back down, resting his hands in his lap as he went to stare into the fire.

For the next couple of minutes, you went back and forth, heating up a bucket of water that hung over the fireplace before rushing it over to a room in the back of the cottage, one that Frederick assumed was where the bath was located, but before he knew it, he was sat in a large, tin bath; the warm water soothing his aching muscles and soothing his throbbing head as well. The room was small, everything about the cottage was small; far different from his kingdom. He was not used to it. But you had left him a few items before you went to make supper, his princely clothing, washed and dried, and you also had left a large towel, lying folded on top of the table by the tub. He dried himself off before pulling the towel on his head. After dressing, he placed his hand on the doorknob, almost feeling hesitant; and awkward.

You looked up when the door opened, sitting in front of the fire, waiting for the soup to be ready. Fredrick said nothing, entering the room, his feet softly hitting the wooden floor as he found his place beside you. You turned slightly in his presence, gesturing with your hand for him to turn to you as well, "Let me take care of that, okay?" You asked, eyeing the clean cut that was red. "I don't want you to get infected or anything."

"What are you giving me this time?" He asked, only for you to shake your head at his question, your hand raising, palm up. 

"I won't be giving you anything this time." You spoke, your magic flowing through your veins and out of your fingertips, creating swirls of glittering silver; it was mesmerizing. "I know many spells, and one can heal you. Sadly, my magic does not go as far as healing internal injuries. Which was why I gave you those elixirs." You spoke, looking up from your hand to the prince, who was already staring at you. Wordlessly, you raised your hand towards his forehead, small wisps of silver light floating from your fingers and into his cut, instantly healing him as the cut seemed to disappear. You smiled as a small sigh escaped your lips. "There. All good as new." You spoke softly before standing and grabbing two bowls from your little kitchen. "Want some soup? It's rabbit, carrot, and potato."

"Yes, uh, thank you. For... Helping me." Frederick spoke, his words stopping you in your place, with the two bowls in hand.

You seemed pleasantly surprised, your smile widening slightly as you continued your way over, sitting beside him once more before handing him a bowl of steaming soup. "You're very welcome, Frederick."

~~~

The next morning as the sun slowly rose into the sky, Frederick found himself almost wishing that the sun would go back down upon the horizon. Even though he knew himself to be proud, arrogant even, he could admit that he liked spending time alone with you. Spending time with you was easy. Again, he was conflicted. Once he got back to his kingdom, he and you would have to go your separate ways. Breakfast was quiet, eating a simple porridge before he found himself following you through the forest to the market. 

"Well," You began with a sigh as you stopped at the edge of the forest, Frederick could see the market and small town, its people chatting among their friends and merchants trying to sell their goods. "This is where I leave you."

Fredrick felt like blaring alarms were going off in his head, as he snapped his head to look at you, "Come with me to my kingdom." The words left his mouth before he had any time to really think them through, surprising not only you but himself. 

"I can't." You spoke, frowning as you looked out among the people past the trees and bushes, "I'm not like you, or them..." You paused before letting out a sad laugh, "No kingdom will allow me to reside there. Being a witch and all."

"I'm the prince. It does not matter what they think, what I say goes." He tried to insist but you only hummed, giving him that same sad smile.

"Even if I go, stay in that kingdom of yours, I would not be accepted. Wherever I go, prejudice follows. Besides, I have my cottage, here in the woods."

Huffing, Frederick ran a hand through his hair, giving you a glance, "Will I ever see you again?"

"See me again?" You asked with a little laugh, "Only a couple of days ago you were trying to get away from me." You teased lightly, making Frederick roll his eyes playfully, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. And after a slight moment of silence, you continued, "I'll find you."

"Find me?" He asked out loud, turning his head only to see that you were not there. He looked around swiftly, eyes wide in a slight panic as he found himself alone.

"It's the prince! Prince Frederick!" He heard, but he was too distracted, his blue eyes searching for you, only to be swept away from the edge of the forest and into the open market; the bright sun blinding him slightly as he found himself in front of three of his royal guards, along with a handful of curious townspeople. 

"Your highness!" One guard exclaimed, bowing briefly, "We have been searching everywhere for you. Are you injured?"

Frederick raised his hand to his forehead, the ghost of your magic still lingering in his mind before he dropped his hand and shook his head, "No, I am not."

~~~

Sitting on his chair during the large celebratory supper, Frederick led his elbow on the arm of his chair, his cheek resting on his hand. Normally, he was the life of the party, so to speak, and he had been for the first couple of days, recounting his adventure reducing the princess and defeating a giant troll, but even a week into the celebration of his return, he found himself rather quiet; thinking back to what happened while he'd been gone. 

"My prince!" Someone at the table called out to him, raising their glass of red wine, "Tell us again of your adventures, rescuing the princess and killing the troll!"

Frederick sighed, having grown tired of reciting the story, even though once he would have jumped at the opportunity to... Spread the truth. Once he spoke about killing a bear with his bare hands, jumping onto the table to show off his mighty strength when he recounted the tale; when he really never fought a bear, and the only time that he had been close to a bear was when that Ash Lad was dressed up as one.

"You've all heard the story enough times by now, haven't you?" He spoke, causing some of the people around him to look at each other confused before he suddenly stood. "I'm retiring to my quarters for the night. Party on, I don't care." He waved a hand dismissively before leaving the large dining room. Finding himself in his room, he took in a deep breath, leaning against the edge of the stone window. He closed his eyes, taking another breath in before opening them once again. What had gotten into him? Why was he acting like this? Wasn't it supposed to be better? Here? That he should be happy to be home and able to live with his family? He didn’t feel like himself anymore.

You sat on your bed, the one that Frederick occupied, now empty and cold. You almost didn't want to use the bed. You almost believed that he might come back, but you knew that was a foolish dream. Frederick was probably in his castle, in his kingdom, doing whatever a prince was supposed to do; and you... You were just some witch from the woods to him. He was royalty, after all, you were a peasant. There was no reason for him to remember you or come back. Though, it didn't really hurt to dream, to wish that he'd someday come through your cottage door. It didn't hurt to dream. Right?

~~~

One Month Later

~~~

"My liege," Albert, one of Frederick's guards, said, his, Frederick's, and Henry's - the other guard - horses came to a stop. "I do not think it is wise to go this deep into the forest."

"Yeah," Henry spoke up, "I heard a witch lives in these woods."

Frederick scoffed, "If you both are cowards, you can go back. I can handle this myself." He said, urging his horse forward further into the forest, heading deeper into the thicket that surrounded your cottage. The forest had begun to darken, trees and foliage growing thicker with every passing moment; the sun setting in the sky. Frederick, though unnerved, trotted on, his guards following behind as an owl is clearly heard hooting somewhere in the distance. The atmosphere was becoming increasingly eerie. "See? Nothing to be scared of-" Frederick spoke confidently, turning his head only for his smirk to turn into a frown; his guards were gone. Turning back around, Frederick humphed, "Cowards." He muttered, swallowing thickly as he urged his horse to continue forward.

With one hand on his horse's lead, and the other on the hilt of his sword, Frederick surveyed his surroundings, as much as he could anyway; the forest was dark, the moon's light only allowing him to make out vague shapes within the thicket. As he continued forward slowly, his eyes widened as something flew straight toward his face from the darkness. Instinctively ducking, he pulled back sharply on his horse's reins to halt his progress forward, his horse rearing up, knocking him to the ground.

With a grunt and a groan, he pushed himself onto his feet, brushing himself off as he stared into the darkness ahead. A low growl filled the air, drawing the attention of Frederick who turned quickly and held his blade out protectively. Something moved forward out of the shadows, it was tall and bulky and covered in black fur and long claws. It brought its head up, its sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight; a large wolf. 

"Back, you beast!" Frederick yelled, trying to mask his terror as he pointed his sword at the wolf, its teeth growing larger and its snarls growing stronger until Frederick was backed up against a tree, his sword pointed down at the wolf. "Get back!"

The wolf continued to snarl, its saliva dripping from the corners of its mouth as its large paws stepped closer and closer towards Frederick, its tail twitching as it prepared itself to pounce. Frederick was frozen as he watched it approach, staring at those red orbs. Eyes that reminded him of fire, glowing faintly in the darkness. The wolf hunched its back, preparing itself to spring, and the prince shut his eyes. 

The silence was deafening and for a slight moment, Frederick thought he had died. But he felt no pain, no teeth as sharp as daggers ripping into his flesh, nor did he feel the burning sensation in his throat that signified a wolf's attack. Opening his eyes, he watched as the wolf stood still, akin to a statue before his nose turned up to the sky, sniffing; smelling the air. Suddenly, the wolf turned its head to the side, its ears turning, listening before he howled; its shrill piercing howl cut through the air, filling Frederick's ears; his body tensed.

All of a sudden, a familiar silver ribbon of light began to weave around the wolf's body, slowly changing color to match the silver ribbon as its light reflected off its fur before continuing its path through the forest. Turning and running, Frederick saw the wolf run in the same direction, following the light; disappearing into the shadows. He took a deep breath, feeling more safe than he had before. He lowered his sword and leaned against the tree, breathing heavily, he shut his eyes; relief filling his chest.

"I think you owe me another thank you." 

Opening his eyes, Frederick sighed and turned around to find you standing beside him, a grin threatening to appear on his face as you entered the clearing. For a moment, all he could do was stare before he cleared his throat and looked away, puffing his chest a little as he spoke, "A thank you? For what, may I ask?" He asked, still slightly shocked by your sudden appearance.

You tilted your head slightly, a slight smirk on your face as you stepped closer, "For saving your life, again."

"I could've handled it." He insisted, placing his sword back into its sheath.

"Oh, I knew you could." You stated sarcastically, folding your arms across your chest. "I never knew you were such a skilled fighter... I've never seen anyone attempt to fight a wolf with their eyes closed." You continued to playfully taunt him, stopping just inches away from him as he looked up at you, his green eyes glinting in the moonlight. You raised your brows expectantly, waiting for him to respond.

"Well, I was going to kill it, I was just waiting for the right chance to take it," Frederick responded, "I didn't need you."

You hummed, "But you did." Your eyes briefly raked over his face before returning to his eyes, "Admit it, you missed me."

Frederick rolled his eyes, shaking his head lightly, "No, not at all, why would I miss seeing a peasant like you?" He asked, feeling a rating, hot tension that made a shiver crawl down his spine. 

"Oh, I don't know..." You teased, looking away coyly. "Why else would you be in the forest, at night, alone?" You countered, a mischievous smile spreading across your lips as you looked back up at him.

"I am not alone..." He argued, his brow rising slightly as he glanced around. His eyes stopped on yours, his face becoming slightly warm, "I have my guards."

Your smirk grew even wider, "Ah, yes, but where are they?"

Frederick pursed his lips before speaking, wetting his lips, "Ah, uh, we got separated." He spoke, stammering only slightly, hardly noticeable as you raised both of your hands to straighten the collar of his brown, embroidered chemise; the tips of your fingers just barely brushing his burning neck.

"Separated?" You repeated, your hands resting on his chest as you finished fiddling with his collar, Frederick felt an odd shift in the air. "I've told you before... It's dangerous in these woods." You sighed softly, your smirk forming a small, sad frown as you stared at Frederick's chest. "You shouldn't be out here. I'll lead you back to the edge of the forest." You quickly turned away, only getting a couple of steps away before Frederick grabbed your hand. 

Turning your head, you were about to speak when Frederick stopped you by tugging at your hand, pulling you close. Your body was immediately pressed against his, your hands flying to land back on his chest. You blinked, taken aback, watching the way his hair swayed lightly in the wind, the way the moonlight illuminated the contours of his face, his features softening and relaxing as he watched you.

You had guessed right, he had missed you. Your voice, your company; it was addicting. Like the first night that he met you, the night you saved him, Frederick felt a warmth rise from within, a fluttery feeling settling in his stomach. It was an unfamiliar yet exciting feeling, one that made him feel almost giddy inside.

He felt himself begin to lean in. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to kiss you. You didn't move as he placed his other hand beneath your chin, tilting your face upward slightly, his thumb tracing along your cheekbone, moving to cup your jaw as your eyelids fluttered shut. Leaning in ever so slowly, you allowed yourself to get lost in the feeling of his touch as he closed the small gap between the two of you.

His lips brushed gently against yours, a gentle pressure, not wanting to push too far but not wanting to leave either. You couldn't help but return the gesture, placing a hand on the back of his neck - gently carding through the short, brown hair there - while the other wrapped around his waist, holding him closer as if you feared that if you let go, he might disappear forever. The kiss lasted a few seconds; neither party was willing nor wanting to pull away. The palpable tension between the two of you was so strong that it almost seemed like it might burst.

Just when you thought you couldn't hold back anymore, the spell broke as you felt his lips part, breaking contact with your own and causing you to open your eyes. Frederick's eyes remained locked on your lips as he leaned backward slightly. After taking in a shaky inhale, his eyes shifted, his gaze traveling from your lips, lingering as a tingle spread throughout his body.

 He gulped, licking his dry lips, before finally looking at your eyes, searching your face before he whispered, "Thank you."

You couldn't help but smile, unable to break your gaze away from his soft, ocean-blue eyes, "You're very welcome, Frederick."

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[cheriladycl01]

Mercedes Golden Girl - Grid x MercedesSplit! Reserve Driver

Plot: You are the woman to have come the furthest in modern Formula 1, as reserve driver for 3/10th of the grid she's thrown about the shop in the season of 2024.

Y/N Y/L/N was a name in Motorsport History books. She had currently come the furthest a woman has in F1 in many years.

Following in Oscar Piastri's footsteps, you won F3 in 2022 two years after him while he was storming through F2. You had an extremely dominant season being 30 points ahead of the next person behind you.

F3 wasn't too bad, you had one other girl with you that you were able to hang out with, as the boys were all the same in F3.

It was harder in 2023 when you graduated to F2 and were the only girl on the grid. Obviously you made friends with the boys but you always felt like the outcast, you never understood the 'boys jokes' and sometimes they wouldn't invite you to stuff because 'girls wouldn't like it' and it upset you.

You were very nervous to get into F1, only assuming that gap would be larger than it was in F2. So when you won the championship it only seemed smart for Toto to Promote you to the Mercedes reserve driver, on loan to McLaren and Williams as and when needed.

You'd been in the Mercedes Young Driver and Development Programme since Karting thanks to your family connections to one of the mechanics.

He begged Toto to go see you karting and give you a change and that was when his mind was set to help you further your career where he helped you into F4 and other racing.

There was an open spot in 2024 for you to be a Reserve Driver for Mercedes with Frederick Vesti and Mick Schumacher starting to look at other racing categories like WEC and Indy Car. So having you available in a second was important for Toto, they made a clause as engine suppliers for Williams and McLaren that they could also use you as a reserve driver as long as Mercedes had first dibs on you.

You thought your 2024 season would be pretty slow, only getting to go in the F1 car in Free Practice sessions like you had before but oh boy how wrong you turned out to be.

When Lewis announced he was moving to Ferrari in 2024, you had conversations with Toto Wolff and George Russell to see if that Mercedes seat could be yours, despite their being talk of Carlos Sainz, Alex Albon, Kimi Antonelli, Mick Schumacher and Frederick Vesti all up for taking that seat you hoped that maybe you could get it.

Toto didn't confirm anything and for the first four races, Bahrain, Saudi Arabia, Australia and Japan you did everything you could for the team, grabbing waters, helping hospitality make food, being chauffeur to any of the drivers who were tired after the races and everyone could see how much effort you were putting in.

CHINA 2024

In China, Logan Sargeant sprained his wrist in training and by the time FP1 came around the medical team said it wasn't safe for him to drive. As the sole and only reserve driver Williams had it was up for you to race.

Williams hadn't had a good season and they were worried having a rookie in the car. Both Alex and Logan had their fair share of mistakes and they were worried about their spending this year. They couldn't afford another chassis until Miami.

They also had yet to gain points with either the boys currently.

You were a lot smaller than Logan so they spent time padding out the car to help you so your neck didn't suffer with the G-Force as much.

By the time FP1 came about the car had been padded out fully.

"And here we have a very nervous looking Y/N Y/L/N who has been confirmed to take Logan's place for the race this weekend and will be partaking in her first F1 race. Awwww look at her talking to Logan and his team..." Ted says as he sees her on screen, talking through what was probably race strategy.

"Yeah, obviously she's done these Free Practice sessions but never a race so I'm excited to see what she can do on Sunday!" Martin says looking at her as she starts to pull her race suit up and put her helmet on.

You get in the car and after some wet conditions and not everyone getting out your fourth fastest on the board.

All the interviews were joking around saying how you were a Mercedes miracle.

FP2 saw you get P12 and you were pretty happy with that result as you weren't trying to drive quickly, you were just trying to get used to the track. You'd never driven the Shanghai circuit so getting to grips on the circuit was difficult.

FP3, went better and you came P9, trying to see how confident you were on the track and you were trying to go the quickest time you could without risking the car too much.

Qualifying was not good, your breaks were faulty meaning you didn't make it pas Q1 saddling up in P16.

"How did you feel about that qualifying session Y/N?" an interviewer asks and you.

"Yeah I think I got as much out of that car as I could on that day. I'm not only learning the track... I'm still learning the car and how it's built and just how different it is from F2. Learning both at once is pretty complicated so I'm personally proud of what I've achieved and yeah I hope the team is proud of me too.

"Yeah Y/N i think you've really got to understand just how amazing what you've done so far this weekend is already amazing and no matter the result tomorrow people will still be incredibly amazed by what you've managed to do in a lower end car" he smiles and you grin back.

"Thank you really!" you grinned, nearly tearing up at the kind words.

Come the Sunday and you were ready and raring to go, Williams had come up with an impeccable strategy that you knew you'd be able to pull something off.

"IT'S LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO HERE WE ARE RACING IN SHANGHAI CHINA FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE 2019. AND EVERYONE MAKES IT ROUND TURN ONE, BUT OH MY GOD CONTACT IN THE REAR WITH, WHAT THAT A WILLIAMS AGIAN?" the commentator screams and everyone in the garage is holding their breath, the dust from the gravel trap not allowing them to see which car went into the wall.

Your family were panicking thinking it was you.

"IT'S NOT! IT'S THE RB OF YUKI TSUNODA AND THE ALPINE OF ESTEBAN OCON! AND NOW VALTTERI BOTTAS IS HAVING TO STOP HIS CAR ... LETS REWATCH TO SEE WHAT OCCURED!" the commentator says as they watch the replay of Esteban taking the turn to wide and not leaving enough room for Yuki crashing into the side of him while clipping Valtteri's wheel and wing.

The race went on and you'd managed to climb all the way to 5th thanks to you having insanely good tyre management. It was always one of the things you were condemned for in the lower feeder series is how well you looked after your tyres.

"Y/N is just doing an amazing job, not only is she currently the only one to have not pitted but she's managed to climb her way up the ranks and get that distance she'll need to pit" the commentator says watching.

"I think she's really starting to struggle on those tyres though. I can imagine they'll put her on soft tyres for the last few laps to help her gain those vital positions. Everyone else seems to be on the mediums right now" he explains and on the next lap you called to pit.

However the commentators our outraged as Williams fumble, calling both you and Alex into the pits at the same time.

"Guys what the hell is going on?" you ask waiting behind Alex's car who was getting new tyres and had a very quick pitstop.

However the crew weren't prepared for the double up, so they run getting looking around for what they need for you. It ended up being a 12 second pit stop and you were crying with frustration by the end.

"Y/N I'm sorry we are looking into it" Logan's engineer says and you just ignore.

You came out of the pits in P15 so you had a lock of making up to do.

"AND FOR THE FIRST TIME THIS YEAR WILLIAMS HAVE RECIEVED POINTS, AND BOTH OF THEIR DRIVERS AT THAT DESPITE ALL THAT WAS THROWN AT THEM TODAY THEY HAVE GOT THEMSELVES THOSE VITAL POINTS THAT WILL STIR WILLIAMS IN THE RIGHT WAY!" the commentator yells and as you drive past the pitwall, all engineers from many of the teams are cheering your name making tears come from your eyes, scoring your first point in F1. P10 in your first race.

"You really were just phenomenal out there today Y/N. You had the best tyre management by statistics which is incredible for a reserve rookie... you've just amazed us all!" Naomi smiles at you.

"Honestly its such a great feeling going out there and making the team proud, i think Williams still have so much to work with and I experienced that today but with drivers like Alex and Logan who are both so driven and hard working i can really see them improving throughout the season.

"Do you think you'll do any other races this season?" he asks and you laugh.

"I think I'm lucky as a reserve driver to have been given this opportunity. Obviously my heart goes out to Logan and I hope he makes a full recovery for his home race! But ultimately i dint think I will be called on again this season." you nod.

MONACO 2024

"When you got the phone call from Toto explaining that Lewis wouldn't be able to race in Monaco, you were shocked. It would take something really big to make Lewis not race.

You'd come to the paddock pull of nerves and you felt physically sick. Mercedes, even though their car was pretty shit this year, still had a mid field car and you were going to prove that you could drive it like it was a championship winning car ... if it was any other circuit than Monaco.

Monaco was... well Monaco. It's an itty bitty small street track that didn't have a lot of room for overtakes, had twisty corners that were very unpredictable and could always have a chance of rain.

So yeah you were worried.

Too the point you actually had a panic attack, there you were in your drivers room crying and sobbing over the pressures from media day before going out to FP1.

"Y/N?" you heard from outside your drivers room making you stop completely in your tracks trying to make your crying silent but you were doing this weird little hiccupping sound as you were gasping for breaths.

"I'm coming in!" George says and he walks in, greeted by your red puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

"Awwww baby" he says with a pout and pulls you into a hug as you sob more. There wasn't as much pressure on you as there were in the Williams, Mercedes had been constructors champions for 8 years in a row.

"George I'm so scared, what if i mess up!" you cry looking at him and George was nearly brough to tears himself seeing this 21 year old girl sobbing into his chest at the prospect of her messing up.

"What are you worried about messing up!" he asks.

"The race, the constructors championship! Everything!" you cry harder. George stays with you until you both are needed for the Free Practice Session.

Lewis' Mercedes has to be very packed out for you as he was a bulky man despite his height and that was the first issue in FP1. They hadn't packed you out enough and your were struggling a little with the G-Force, some corners the particularly fast ones, your head was flying to the side causing your steering to be a little off.

Despite that it made for a great weekend. George was right, you didn't have anything to worry about and you came P7 while George game P5 having car problems in qualifying meaning he'd had the better overall driver working his way up to the position he had.

"And again Y/N, how do you feel now that you are above Ollie Bearmen in the drivers Championship!" she asks and you giggle. You and Ollie despite being in different driver development programmers had a special bond. You both karted together a lot as kids and you went to the same school as him despite being a few school years above him. You had a sibling sort of bond.

"Yeah, i mean it's a little unfair to compare me at all considering he drove the second best car on his first F1 race... but i think we both stepped up to the challenge well and really took it in our strides. I'm excited to see of there are any teams willing to offer him a seat. I think so much talent from F2 is being wasted and the feeder series doesn't feel like its doing well of getting drivers into F1... so it would be interesting to see a new category added that's closer to F1 than F2 ..." you admit knowing that's how all of the washed out F2 drivers felt that will potentially never get to experience a career in F1.

SPAIN and AUSTRIA.

You were on a yacht, you didn't know whose but you were on a yacht when you had the news that George Russell had fully broken his foot in a crash Canada and they'd need you to step in for two races while it healed. He was getting surgery... of course he was and it should be healed by the time George's home race came around.

Getting to drive alongside your idol Lewis was incredible. He'd made you feel so safe and comfortable the whole weekend and you clung to him in all the media and interviews.

Not that Lewis minded, he found you adorable and didn't want you to feel left out or side-lined. He brought you out for food with some of the other drivers who you got talking to finding out their likes and dislikes. Lewis and Charles would excitedly gossip about them being team-mates for 2025 and whether Toto had found a replacement.

"Well... Carlos told me... and you cant tell anyone... promise?" Charles said seriously as the three of you were stood at the bar. And you nod.

"He's been offered a 3 year contract at Red Bull which is perfect for him to then make the move to Audi!" Charles exclaimed and you let out a breath of release.

The Mercedes seat was still up for grabs.

Spain was incredible, you'd never felt the heat and an atmosphere quite like it and you got you best result yet, coming P5. You kind of blamed that on Max and Perez crashing into each other and the debris messing with Carlos' car meaning Charles, Lewis and Lando took the podium while you and Oscar were just shy of it.

Austria was also good where you came in P8, Aston and Ferrari having had upgrades meant it was a tougher battle with everyone on the grid.

You now had 21 points, and were 10th in the constructors championship despite not being there for all the races which you were pretty impressed with. You'd scored points at all your races.

But it wasn't until Monza that the big one came.

MONZA

You were asked to fill in for Mr Oscar Piastri who had come down with what the medical team deemed invasive tonsillitis and he was not on par to drive.

Again you were nervous but having driven the Mercedes a few times you felt more and more confident.

You and Lando had pretty much spent the whole media day messing around. Lando did it, not only because he liked you but because he knew you were nervous despite the front you were putting on for everyone in the garage.

You and Lando got on like two pees in a pod and everyone found the dynamic hilarious. Lando flirting with you while you were innocently oblivious to his moves.

Lando found you insanely attractive. Every race you turned up at he'd look out for you in the paddock just so he could see you in your Mercedes gear.

Today however, you looked even better rocking the Papaya.

"You look good today!" Lando attempted as he grinned at you.

"Thank you! I got a new helmet design for this one, wanna see?" you ask and he nods. You show him your helmet which was so you, but you'd gone all out making it glittery. One side had Lando's pattern on it from his standard 2024 helmet.

"Oh woah! That looks great!" he grins, watching as you pop it on. He teasingly slaps the lid down making you try to reach up and swatch his hands away and lift the visor back up.

"Lan come on!" you cry frustrated making him chuckle.

Qualifying came and Piastri's now your car had so many issues meaning you were starting in Sunday in P11, which wasn't great. But the engineers promised to fix the issues before the race.

Lando got pole and you were overjoyed no longer caring about the shit show of your Qually.

You were jumping and hugging him as he got out the car and he enveloped you back in the hug.

"I'm so proud of you!" you'd squealed to him, and thank god his helmet was on because boy was blushing hard.

"Thank you!"

Sunday came around and it was carnage.

"AND AFTER A DIFFICULT RACE LANDO NORRIS WINS THE 2024 ITALIAN GRAND PRIX HIS FIRST EVER WIN, HERE COMES MAX VERSTAPPEN IN P2 AND Y/N Y/L/N GETTING HER MAIDEN PODIUM AS A RESERVE DRIVER FOR MCLAREN. WHAT A RACE SHE HAS HAD!" the commentator screams.

All of the Mclaren team were celebrating from the pit wall as you and Lando waved at them.

Being up there on the podium with Lando and Max was like nothing you've ever experienced. You were drenched in sticky champagne and you were laughing and joking with two friends about the victory.

"If that doesn't get her a seat next year I don't know what will" the commentators say before the Sunday Race stops broadcasting live.

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MRS TELEVISION | a. frederick

summary: a scroll through your internet presence as 'mrs television'. [social media AU.]

pairing: fem!reader x arthur frederick (arthurtv)

faceclaim: bri kerr

notes: first piece for mrs television out of the wag universe. bri is gonna be the main fc I use for mrs television, hopefully you like it!

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yourinstagram helped out on someone else's video for once, chris finally let me leave the dungeon!!!

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user she kills me

user hottest producer award goes to...

chrismd_10 drinking on the job?

yourinstagram constantly

user she looks peppered in the 3rd slide

user first risky pic from y/n ever on the 6th slide

georgeclarkey thanks for the candid of me and my man 😌😌

arthurtv please someone get him away from me

user y/n's friend is inhaling that guinness 🫢

arthurtv great photography for the 1st and 3rd pictures, big fan!

yourinstagram humble as ever mr television

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yourinstagram lots of fun at work recently, constantly mixing business and pleasure 🥂 chrismd thanks for keeping me employed even if I drink at work

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user I can't tell if shes joking about drinking at work 😭

user its definitely a joke, most bts has y/n yelling at chris to pull his head in lol

user she keeps him in line!

yourinstagram have been going on 15 years

user we thank you for your service 🫡

arthurtv no jerseys at the match???

yourinstagram the nerve!

chrismd_10 who's that handsome fella in the last slide?

miniminter leave the md clutches and come to sidemen

yourinstagram throw in talia and you have a deal

georgeclarkey you drunk

yourinstagram seems to be the new normal now, just embracing my new brand (like you and your Invisalign ads)

georgeclarkey too far

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yourinstagram more of a traveller atm than a producer! enjoyed spain very very much, definitely swipe to the 8th slide to see what arthur classifies as a front flip

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arthurtv it's called being flexible, you wouldn't know anything about it

yourinstagram your six-year-old sister does a better front flip than you

arthurtv leave flora out of this

user guys stop flirting in front of us 😭😭 the false hope hurts

georgeclarkey always appreciate meeting a fan

yourinstagram die

calfreezy that photo was sacred y/n

chrismd_10 I feel ashamed, embarrassed

willne the absolute cheek

user why is no one talking about how good y/n looks in these pictures??

faithlouisak Im thinking the same thing?

user literal island princess

user is that danny aarons in the 5th picture 😭😭

yourinstagram dont even ask how he got the invite

chrismd_10 we're still not sure tbh

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yourinstagram filmed a very *cool* video this week 🌨️

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arthurtv again, who is your photographer???? such raw talent is exquisite

yourinstagram im very close to letting him go actually, you can have him!

user arthur being the first to comment on her posts fuels my mrs television heart really, give us something guys

user I love them at my core I can't lie

user she is just so pretty

chrismd_10 get back to work

yourinstagram I literally just want to breathe chris

user someone make chris let y/n go, she needs to be a free woman

bezhinga faiths phone is dead but she says 'u look leng'

yourinstagram I love you faith kelly x

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yourinstagram very good friends! (happy one year doofus)

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user A WHOLE ASS YEAR???????

user who even are they????????

user I feel like I have been swindled here miss l/n

user can we finally call her mrs television??? shes more than chris' producer now, she's one of us

arthurtv best friends for life! (I love you very much)

user I can't tell if im going to cry or faint tbh

user why is he always playing chess, arthur PLEASE

yourinstagram I'm asking this question all the time?

chrismd_10 I take credit for this relationship btw

yourinstagram how so?

chrismd_10 if I hadn't sat with arthur in class and then dragged you into our group project, I like to think this wouldn't have happened

georgeclarkey I love all of the fans so much but please stop sending me these pictures of my fiancé wrapped around another woman

user GEORGE PLEASE

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Forehead Kisses | Arthur Frederick

Summary: Arthur being the biggest green flag and taking care of his sick partner. Pairing: Arthur TV x gn!Reader Warnings: Fluff Word count: 1.3k+ A/N: Short one to start the week. I have a ton of requests that I'm currently working on at the moment (honestly I'm a lot slower at writing than I thought) and I'm hoping to get out 2 longer fics next week (if work doesn't keep me busy that is) 🤞 Thanks anon for the request! Hope you enjoy!

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As you step into your apartment, the door creaks softly behind you. You clutch your forehead, rubbing your temples in an attempt to ease your pounding migraine. Each step you take only worsens your body pains, leaving you feeling as though you've been hit by a truck. You shed your jacket and kick off your shoes, your body craves rest, wanting nothing more than to just curl up in bed. However, thoughts of the work you still have to complete nag at you, not wanting anything to pile up for the rest of the week.

Tossing your keys onto the table, the loud clatter disrupts the quietness of the room and you mentally curse yourself. You try to move as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb Arthur, who had mentioned his plans to live stream for a few hours today. And despite your best efforts, an uncontrollable fit of coughing wracks your body, sending a sharp pain shooting up to your head again. You groan out in pain, unable to ignore the discomfort.  

Arthur was in his office in the midst of a live stream, chatting away with his viewers when he heard you from the living room. Pausing the game he was playing, he swiftly excuses himself from the stream, taking off his headset and exits the room.

You glance towards his office, the soft click of his door catching your attention. Upon spotting your red nose and sunken eyes, he doesn't hesitate for a moment, swiftly hurrying to your side. "Hey, darling, are you okay?" His voice is laced with genuine concern as he assesses your condition.

"I just had a bit of a headache, so my boss sent me home early," you shrug as you explain, trying to downplay the situation. "It's probably nothing, maybe just because it's cold and windy outside—" Your sentence is cut short by cough, prompting Arthur's concerned gaze. "Why didn't you tell me before you left for work?" he asks, furrowing his eyebrows. "How long have you been feeling like this?", his hands come to rest on your shoulders, rubbing them soothingly.

"You see, this is why," you remark, sounding slightly exasperated. "Weren’t you going to stream today?" Arthur immediately responds, "Don't worry about that, darling," he assures you, still just as worried.

"I'm fine, babe," you quickly reassure him, not wanting to worry him any further, knowing he'll drop everything to take care of you. "I'm feeling better now that I'm home. I'm actually gonna get some work done." But before you can continue, Arthur shakes his head adamantly. "No work, absolutely not. You need to rest," he insists firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument as he gently guides you towards the bedroom.

“But…I don’t want stuff to pile up”, you attempt to protest. But Arthur remains resolute, his gaze soft as he looks at you caringly. "There are others who can handle your work for now," he insists gently. "Right now, you need rest, medicine, and some tea." 

You look back at him with a small pout, hoping to sway him, "Off to bed you go," he says, as you two step into the bedroom.

"But Arthur," you begin, whining, but he cuts you off with a pointed look. "No, Y/N," he says, giving you a pointed look.

Finally, you concede, a sigh escaping your lips. "Fine, I'll sleep for an hour, but promise me you'll wake me up so I can finish up work." Arthur simply nods, accepting the small victory.

After changing out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable, you sit down on the bed "Just stay put, I'll get you the medicine," he says, but you attempt to get up from bed, insisting, "No, no, it's fine, Arthur, I'll get it myself." However, he gently pushes you back down. "No, I've got it,"

"But what about your stream?" you worry, but Arthur dismisses your concern with a laugh. "Just sleep, darling," he urges before leaving momentarily to fetch the medicine. Returning with water and the medicine, he hands them to you. "Here, take it," he instructs, watching as you comply before he helps you settle into bed.

"Do you need more pillows or a blanket?" Arthur asks, but you quickly decline, insisting that you're fine. "You just get back to your stream. Don't leave your viewers staring at an empty chair," you joke weakly. Arthur chuckles, "You just worry about getting better," before you interject, "It’s literally nothing, Arthur. I’ll be fine after a small nap. Just make sure you wake me up in an hour okay?" He responds with a sarcastic chuckle, “Yeah sure darling”, and you soon start to feel yourself getting drowsy. He brushes the hair out of your face, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead before quietly leaving the room.

Ignoring your request, Arthur allows you to sleep for as long as you need to, making sure to check up on you every 15 minutes or so. If he hears even a peep from the bedroom, he excuses himself from his stream to ensure you're okay or to make sure you've taken your medicine, sitting beside you until you drift back to sleep.

After another 30 minutes or so, Arthur decides to end his stream early, apologizing to his viewers before quietly slipping back into the bedroom to check on you. He walks up to you and sits beside your sleeping form, noticing a thin sheen of sweat on your forehead. Gently grabbing a towel, he wipes it, causing you to slowly wake up. "Sorry, sorry, go back to sleep," he quickly apologizes, feeling slightly guilty for waking you. However, you decide to sit up in bed, “No it’s fine,” you say, giving him a small smile.

He smiles softly and leans in to kiss you on the forehead, gently rubbing the sleep marks on your face. "How are you feeling?" he asks.

"Better," you reply with a slight smile. "My head doesn’t hurt as much." Leaning to grab a tissue, you blow your nose before asking, "What time is it?"

"It's around 7 pm," Arthur responds gently. "You've been asleep for about 3 hours."

"You told me you’d wake me up," you start to say, your tone slightly whining.

"Yeah, but you are really sick," Arthur interjects gently. "You don't need more work, you need to rest."

"But—", you begin to speak, but then you cough, a sharp pain shooting to your head. You look at him sheepishly as you groan, finally accepting, "Yeah, fine. I’m sick."

Arthur nods understandingly as he laughs at your admission. "I'll be right back, let me get you some tea," he says, getting up before quietly leaving the room.

He comes back after a few minutes, finding you sitting with your eyes closed, leaning against the headboard. As he walks in with the tea and more medicine, setting them down on the nightstand, he sits on the bed next to you, causing the mattress to dip slightly and the movement wakes you up.

"Hey, I’ve got your tea," he says softly, offering you the cup. "It'll help with your throat."

You pick it up and take a sip, feeling the warmth trickle down your throat, soothing the ache.

You look at him with a small smile, "Thank you, baby."

Arthur smiles warmly, replying, "Anything for you, love. You know I always wanna take care of you."

"I love you," you say softly, placing your palm on his hand that was resting on the mattress.

"I love you too, more than anything," Arthur responds, his eyes filled with affection.

His hand comes up to gently rub your cheek. As he leans in for a kiss on the lips, your hand comes up to cover his mouth, saying, "No, you'll get sick too. And then I’ll have to take care of you, and you’re the clingy type when you’re sick."

He feigns hurt for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Okay, okay, forehead kisses only," he agrees, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, eliciting a smile from you as he leans and places a kiss on your forehead.

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Check out my other fics and oneshots here. Not working on any new requests currently but feel free to drop into my asks for a chat! 😊

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Chaos Crew MASTERLIST

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☁️= fluff, 🔞= smut, 💢 = angst

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! Send litr anything in thru the inbox n i'll write it (or not)... No promises it'll be done any time soon tho :DD

Arthur ATV Frederick

☁️"Pub golf forfeit" - Chippo catches wind of your little YouTube crush on ArthurTV and decides to put you in a team with him to try and set you up- but when Harry, Chris and the rest of the boys do their best to embarrass you in front of your crush, how will the night really end as you fight the cameras, pints and awful pub gold forfeit cards... | ChrisMD half-sister!OC x ATV

💢☁️"Caught" - Months of sneaking around behind your brother's back with his best friend gets exposed as you and Arthur get a bit too careless and get yourselves CAUGHT...

📸Zesty University ATV

🔞"Submissive" - pwp (porn w/out plot), desperate, whiny, sub!Arthur x dom!reader

☁️Head Scritches" - Short 800 word blurb of Arthur just kinda realising that he likes the feeling of your hands between his hair a lot.

🔞"Locked In" - Xtra long 7.3k word smutshot set in S3 locked in house. Y/n is set the strenuous task of ignoring Arthur all day by Sugarlips - yet when Arthur realises this, he does everything in his power to break her... Will you successfully pass your challenge or succumb to Arthur's antics?

🔞"Eating Out HC's" - headcanons of what the Chaos crew would be like giving head

☁️"Return from Sri Lanka" -inspired by Chip's Sri Lanka vids w ATV, a hyper-fluff oneshot of what it's like for gf!reader, seeing Arthur after a whole week of being apart

"Harry Potter x Chaos Crew HC's" - what these goofies would be like in a Harry Potter/Hogwarts Alternate Universe ✨

🔞"SuperMilker3000" - don't be scared by the title. Silly lil 800 word drabble on using a toy w Arthur... taken from my ArthurTV NSFW alphabet that's currently in the works!

📸ATV getting zesty w G Clarkey in a Camden Bar

🔞"Same Time." - when stranded in a little village after a platform roulette with George Clarkey n ArthurTV leads to all three of you sharing a hotel room with one bed and loosened inhibitions... xtra long 6.1k wordcount and very smutty.

🔞"ArthurTV NSFW Alphabet"

📸ATV n G Clarkey Nasty Girl TikTok

🔞"Boxer" - In which Arthur has a certain predilection for the coach's daughter who is subsequently the first aid woman that drives him feral, especially after a boxing match whereby he's got a lot of pent up testosterone to take out...

Chris Chrismd Dixon

🔞"ChrisMD NSFW alphabet"

🔞"Threesome" - W2s x reader x ChrisMD in a post-pub drunken mess of horny brains and hard cocks

🔞"Eating Out HC's" - headcanons of what the Chaos crew would be like giving head

🔞"Piercings" - in which gf!reader gets nipple piercings as a surprise for Chris, which leaves Chris battling his inner demons and resisting all urges to pull or touch those sensitive buds to see you scream whilst he pounds you | part of [KINKTOBER]

"Harry Potter x Chaos Crew HC's" - what these goofies would be like in a Harry Potter/Hogwarts Alternate Universe ✨

☁️💢"Gone, Gone/iloveyou" - Sharing the sadness that comes with your best friend, first love, absolute world, leaving you <3 (tw: mildly cringe if u dont deep it)

☁️🔞"Señor Frogs HCs" - Inspired by Señor Frogs driving team getting their first podium: headcanons of what it'd be like returning to each of the drivers as gf!reader after each of their stints.

Cam Kirkham

<tbc!>

Arthur Hill

🔞"Eating Out HC's" - headcanons of what the Chaos crew would be like giving head

"Harry Potter x Chaos Crew HC's" - what these goofies would be like in a Harry Potter/Hogwarts Alternate Universe ✨

George Clarkey

🔞"Rodeo Ride" - Something about George riding that bull machine at the pub just looks so sinful, and the alcohol gives you an extra buzz of confidence when you're talking to him afterwards, leading to a good night with George...

☁️"Nights out" - Just a plain, fluffy cuddles n kisses style oneshot reflecting on what it'd be like when George came home after a night out- a huggy, touchy drunk bf ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

☁️"Christmas Imagines" - A note-form story of getting Christmas decorations out and celebrating alongside boyfriend!George... V fluffy and wholesome :)

☁️ "Snow!" - Friends to lovers, featuring ATV, ChrisMD, WillNE, Mia, Immallexx, Alice, Cam n Chloe all celebrating in the apartment when the snow starts covering the London streets which they race down to play in. Super fluffy G Clarkey x y/n festive Winter vibes

🔞"Eating Out HC's" - headcanons of what the Chaos crew would be like giving head

"Harry Potter x Chaos Crew HC's" - what these goofies would be like in a Harry Potter/Hogwarts Alternate Universe ✨

📸ATV getting zesty w G Clarkey in a Camden Bar

🔞"Same Time." - when stranded in a little village after a platform roulette with George Clarkey n ArthurTV leads to all three of you sharing a hotel room with one bed and loosened inhibitions... xtra long 6.1k wordcount and very smutty.

🔞"Hate Sex" - basically porn w/out plot, in which you hate George Clarkey yet somehow end up with him between your legs, fucking you like he's your worst enemy.

📸ATV n G Clarkey Nasty Girl TikTok

☁️"George Clarkey Crying HC's"

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ALL!! - silly little drabbles

"Chaos Crew as lawyers" "Chaos Crew on a Roadtrip" "Chaos Crew Cooking" "Chaos Crew as good mornings" "Do they kiss the homies goodnight?"

Cutesy lil platform roulette moments (1),(2),(3)

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[thewidowsghost]

The Sky (Annabeth Chase x Jackson!Reader)

After hearing Annabeth gripe about her father for the last two years, (Y/n) had expected him to have devil horns and fangs. She had not expected him to be wearing an old-fashioned aviator’s cap and goggles. He looks so strange, with his eyes bugging out through the glasses, that she, her brother Percy, Thalia, and Zoe take a step back on the back porch. 

“Hello,” he says in a friendly voice, “Are you delivering my airplanes?”

Thalia, Zoe, Percy, and (Y/n) look at each other warily. 

“Um, no, sir,” Percy says. 

“Drat,” he says. “I need three more Sopwith Camels.”

“Right,” (Y/n) says, though she has no idea what he’s talking about. “We’re, uh, friends,” - not exactly - “of Annabeth’s.”

“Annabeth?” he straightens, as if (Y/n) had just given him an electric shock. “Is she all right? Has something happened?”

None of the demigods answer, but their faces must’ve told him that something was very wrong. He takes off his cap and goggles. He has the same sandy-colored hair as Annabeth, and intense brown eyes. He’s handsome, for an older guy, but it looks as though he hadn’t shaved in a couple of days, and his shirt is buttoned wrong, so one side of his collar sticks up higher than the other side. 

“You’d better come in,” Dr. Chase says grimly. 

The Chase’s house smells like fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies and jazz music is coming from the kitchen. It seems like a messy, happy kind of home – the kind of place that someone had lived in forever.

“Dad!” a little boy screams. “He’s taking apart my robots!”

“Bobby,” Dr. Chase calls absently, “don’t take apart your brother’s robots.”

“I’m Bobby,” the little boy protests. “He’s Matthew!”

“Mathew,” Dr. Chase calls, “don’t take apart your brother’s robots.”

“Okay, Dad!”

Dr. Chase turns to us. “We’ll go upstairs to my study. This way.”

“Honey?” a woman calls. Annabeth’s stepmother appears in the living room, wiping her hands on a dish towel. “Who are our guests?” she asks. 

“Oh,” Dr. Chase says. “This is . . .” He stares blankly at the demigods.

“Frederick,” she chides. “You forgot to ask them their names?”

The demigods introduce themselves a little uneasily, but Mrs. Chase seems nice to (Y/n). She asks if the demigods were hungry, and they admit that they were, and she lets them know she’d bring up some cookies, sandwiches, and sodas. 

“Dear,” Dr. Chase says. “They came about Annabeth?”

(Y/n) half expects Mrs. Chase to turn into a raving lunatic at the mention of her stepdaughter, but she just purses her lips and looks concerned. “All right. Go on up to the study, and I’ll bring you some food.” Her gaze rests knowingly on (Y/n), and she smiles at the daughter of Poseidon. “Nice meeting you, (Y/n). I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Upstairs, they walk into Dr. Chase’s study, and a gasp of amazement escapes from (Y/n)’s lips. 

The room is wall-to-wall books, but what really catches (Y/n)’s attention are the war models. There is a huge table with miniature tanks and soldiers fighting along a blue painted river, with hills and fake trees and stuff. Old-fashioned biplanes hang on strings from the ceiling, tilted at crazy angles like they were in the middle of a dogfight.

Dr. Chase smiles. "Yes. The Third Battle of Ypres. I'm writing a paper, you see, on the use of Sopwith Camels to strafe enemy lines. I believe they played a much greater role than they've been given credit for."

He plucks a biplane from its string and sweeps it across the battlefield, making airplane engine noises as he knocks down little German soldiers. 

(Y/n) smiles slightly, looking up at her girlfriend’s father. 

Zoe comes over and studies the battlefield. “The German lines were farther from the river.”

Dr. Chase stares at her. “How do you know that?”

"I was there," she says matter-of-factly. "Artemis wanted to show us how horrible war was, the way mortal men fight each other. And how foolish, too. The battle was a complete waste."

Dr. Chase opens his mouth in shock. “You –”

“She’s a Hunter, sir,” Thalia says. “But that’s not wy we’re here. We need –”

"You saw the Sopwith Camels?" Dr. Chase says. "How many were there? What formations did they fly?"

“Sir,” (Y/n) breaks in this time. “Annabeth, sh-she’s in danger.”

That gets his attention. He sets the biplane down.

“Of course,” he says. “Tell me everything.”

It isn’t easy, but they try. Meanwhile, the afternoon light is fading outside. 

The demigods were running out of time.

When they'd finished, Dr. Chase collapses in his leather recliner. He laces his hands. "My poor brave Annabeth. We must hurry."

"Sir, we need transportation to Mount Tamalpais," Zoe says. "And we need it immediately."

"I'll drive you. Hmm. it would be faster to fly in my Camel, but it only seats two."

"Whoa, you have an actual biplane?" Percy asks.

"Down at Crissy Field," Dr. Chase says proudly. "That's the reason I had to move here. My sponsor is a private collector with some of the finest World War I relics in the world. He let me restore the Sopwith Camel—"

Sir," (Y/n) says. "Just a car would be great. And it might be better if we went without you. It's too dangerous."

Dr. Chase frowns uncomfortably. “Now wait a minute, young lady. Annabeth is my daughter. Dangerous or not, I . . . I can’t just –”

"Snacks," Mrs. Chase announces. She pushes through the door with a tray full of peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches and Cokes and cookies fresh out of the oven, the chocolate chips still gooey. Thalia and Percy inhale a few cookies while Zoe says, "I can drive, sir. I'm not as young as I look. I promise not to destroy your car."

Mrs. Chase knits her eyebrows. "What's this about?"

“Annabeth is in danger,” Dr. Chase says. “On Mount Tam. I would drive them . . . but apparently it’s no place for mortals.”

It sounds to (Y/n) like it was really hard for him to get that last part out.

(Y/n) waits for Mrs. Chase to say no, but to her surprise, Mrs. Chase just nods. “Then they’d better get going.”

“Right!” Dr. Chase jumps and starts patting his pockets. “My keys . . .”

His wife sighs. "Frederick, honestly. You'd lose your head if it weren't wrapped inside your aviator hat. The keys are hanging on the peg by the front door."

“Right!” Dr. Chase says. 

Zoe and (Y/n) each grab a sandwich. “Thank you both,” Zoe says. “We should go. Now!”

The four hustle out the door and down the stairs, the Chases right behind them. 

“(Y/n)” Mrs. Chase calls as they’re leaving, “tell Annabeth . . . tell her she still has a home here, will you? Remind her of that.”

(Y/n) takes one last look at the messy living room - Annabeth’s half brothers spilling LEGOs and arguing, and the smell of cookies filling the air. Not a bad place, she thinks. 

“I’ll tell her,” (Y/n) replies, smiling slightly at her girlfriend’s stepmother. 

They run out to the yellow Volkswagen convertible parked in the driveway. The sun is going down, and (Y/n) figures they have less than an hour to save Annabeth.

. . . 

At the top of the mountain are ruins, blocks of black granite and marble as big as houses. Broken columns. Statues of bronze that look as though they’d been half melted. 

“The ruins of Mount Othrys,” Thalia whispers in awe. 

“Yes,” Zoe says. “It was not here before. This is bad.”

“What’s Mount Othrys?” Percy asks, feeling like a fool as usual.

“The mountain fortress of the Titans,” Zoe explains. “In the first war, Olympus and Othrys were the two rival capitals of the world. Othrys was –” she winces and holds her side. 

“You’re hurt,” (Y/n) says, ignoring her own possibly cracked ribs. “Let me see.”

“No!” Zoe protests. “It is nothing. I was saying... in the first war, Othrys was blasted to pieces.”

“But . . . how is it here?”

Thalia looks around cautiously as they pick their way through the rubble, past blocks of marble and broken archways. "It moves in the same way that Olympus moves. It always exists on the edges of civilization. But the fact that it is here, on this mountain, is not good."

“Why?”

"This is Atlas's mountain," Zoe says. "Where he hold s—" She freezes. Her voice is ragged with despair. "Where he used to hold up the sky."

They had reached the summit of the mountain. A few yards ahead of them, gray clouds swirl in a heavy vortex, making a funnel cloud that almost touches the mountaintop, but instead rests on the shoulders of a twelve-year-old girl with auburn hair and a tattered silvery dress: Artemis, her legs bound to the rock with celestial bronze dreams. This is what (Y/n) had seen in her dream - though it hadn't been a cavern roof that Artemis was forced to hold. 

It was the weight of the world.

"My lady!" Zoe rushes forward. 

But Artemis says, "Stop! It is a trap. You must leave now." Her voice is strained, and she is drenched in sweat. (Y/n) had never seen a goddess in pain before, but the weight of the sky is clearly too much for Artemis.

Zoe is crying. She runs forward, despite Artemis’s protests, and tugs at the chains. 

A booming voice speaks behind them: “Ah, how touching.”

They turn. 

The General is staging there in his brown suit. At his side are Luke - and half a dozen dracaenae bearing the weight of the golden sarcophagus of Kronos. 

Annabeth stands at Luke’s side - her hands cuffed behind her back, a gag in her mouth, and Luke is holding the point of his sword to her throat. 

(Y/n) meets her girlfriend’s gaze, her sword, Tsunami, still in pen form in her hand, a thousand questions running through her head. There is one message Annabeth is sending her, however: RUN!

(Y/n)’s face hardens. “Luke,” (Y/n) snarls. “Let her go.”

Luke’s smile is pale and weak. “That is the General’s decision, (Y/n). But it’s good to see you again.”

(Y/n) spats at him. 

The general chuckles. “So much for old friends. And you, Zoe. it’s been a long time. How’s my little traitor? I will enjoy killing you.”

“Do not respond,” Artemis groans. “Do not challenge him.”

“Wait a second,” Percy says. “You’re Atlas?”

The General glances at him. "So, even the stupidest of heroes can finally figure something out. Yes, I am Atlas, the general of the Titans and terror of the gods. Congratulations. I will kill you presently, as soon as I deal with this wretched girl."

“You’re not going to hurt anyone,” Percy says, and (Y/n) grunts her agreement. “We won’t let you.”

The General sneers. “You have no right to interfere, little heroes. This is a family matter.”

Percy frowns. “A family matter?”

“Yes,” Zoe says bleakly. “Atlas is my father.”

The terrible thing is: (Y/n) can see the resemblance. Atlas has the same regal expression as Zoe, the same cold proud look in his eyes that Zoe sometimes got when she was mad, though on him, it looks a thousand times more evil. The Titan was all the things (Y/n) had originally disliked about Zoe, with none of the good she’d come to appreciate in her friend. 

"Let Artemis go," Zoe demands.

Atlas walks closer to the chained goddess. "Perhaps you'd like to take the sky for her, then? Be my guest."

Zoe opens her mouth to speak, but Artemis says, "No! Do not offer, Zoe! I forbid you."

Atlas smirks. He kneels next to Artemis and tries to touch her face, but the goddess bites at him, almost taking off his fingers.

"Hoo-hoo," Atlas chuckles. "You see, daughter? Lady Artemis likes her new job. I think I will have all the Olympians take turns carrying my burden, once Lord Kronos rules again, and this is the center of our palace. It will teach those weaklings some humility."

(Y/n) looks at Annabeth. She is desperately trying to tell (Y/n) something. She motions her head towards Luke. But all (Y/n) can do is stare at her. (Y/n) hadn't noticed before, but something about her had changed. Her beautiful blond hair was now streaked with gray - but that didn’t make Annabeth look less beautiful in (Y/n)’s eyes. 

"From holding the sky," Thalia mutters, as if she'd (Y/n)’s mind. "The weight should've killed her."

"I don't understand," Percy says. "Why can't Artemis just let go of the sky?"

Atlas laughs. "How little you understand, young one. This is the point where the sky and the earth first met, where Ouranos and Gaia first brought forth their mighty children, the Titans. The sky still yearns to embrace the earth. Someone must hold it at bay, or else it would crush down upon this place, instantly flattening the mountain and everything within a hundred leagues. Once you have taken the burden, there is no escape." Atlas smiles. "Unless someone else takes it from you." He approaches the group, studying Thalia, (Y/n), and Percy. "So these are the best heroes of the age, eh? Not much of a challenge."

"Fight us," (Y/n) spits. "And let's see."

"Have the gods taught you nothing? An immortal does not fight a mere mortal directly. It is beneath our dignity. I will have Luke crush you instead."

"So you're another coward," (Y/n) snickers.

Atlas's eyes glow with hatred. With difficulty, he turns his attention to Thalia. "As for you, daughter of Zeus, it seems Luke was wrong about you."

"I wasn't wrong," Luke managed. He looked terribly weak, and he spoke every word as if it were painful. If (Y/n) didn't hate his guts so much, she almost would've felt sorry for him. "Thalia, you still can join us. Call the Ophiotaurus. It will come to you. Look!"

He waves his hand, and next to us a pool of water appears: a pond ringed in black marble, big enough for the Ophiotaurus. Percy can imagine Bessie in that pool. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more he was sure he could hear Bessie mooing.

Don't think about him! Suddenly Grover's voice is inside my mind—the empathy link. Percy could feel his emotions. He is on the verge of panic. I'm losing Bessie. Block the thoughts!

Percy tries to make his mind go blank. He tries to think about basketball players, skateboards, and the different kinds of candy in my mom's shop. Anything but Bessie.

"Thalia, call the Ophiotaurus," Luke persists. "And you will be more powerful than the gods."

"Luke . . ." Her voice is full of pain. "What happened to you?"

"Don't you remember all those times we talked? All those times we cursed the gods?

Our fathers have done nothing for us. They have no right to rule the world!"

Thalia shakes her head. "Free Annabeth. Let her go."

"If you join me," Luke promises, "it can be like old times. The three of us together. Fighting for a better world. Please, Thalia, if you don't agree . . ."His voice falters. "It's my last chance. He will use the other way if you don't agree. Please."

(Y/n) doesn’t know what he means, but the fear in his voice sounds real enough. She could believe that Luke was in danger.

His life depends on Thalia's joining his cause. And (Y/n) is afraid Thalia might believe it, too.

"Do not, Thalia," Zoe warns. "We must fight them."

Luke waves his hand again, and a fire appears. A bronze brazier, just like the one at

camp. A sacrificial flame.

"Thalia," (Y/n) mutters. "No."

Behind Luke, the golden sarcophagus begins to glow. As it did, (Y/n) sees images in the mist

all around us: black marble walls rising, the ruins becoming whole, a terrible and beautiful

palace rising around them, made of fear and shadow.

"We will raise Mount Othrys right here," Luke promises, in a voice so strained it is hardly his. "Once more, it will be stronger and greater than Olympus. Look, Thalia. We are not weak."

He points toward the ocean, and (Y/n)’s heart falls. Marching up the side of the mountain, from the beach where the Princess Andromeda was docked, is a great army. Dracaenae and

Laestrygonians, monsters and half-bloods, hellhounds, harpies, and other things (Y/n) can’t even name. The whole ship must've been emptied, because there are hundreds, many more than (Y/n) had seen on board last summer. And they are marching toward the mountain. In a few minutes, they would be there.

"This is only a taste of what is to come," Luke says "Soon we will be ready to storm Camp Half-Blood. And after that, Olympus itself. All we need is your help."

For a terrible moment, Thalia hesitates. She gazes at Luke, her eyes full of pain, as if the only thing she wants in the world is to believe him. Then she levels her spear. "You aren't Luke. I don't know you anymore."

"Yes, you do, Thalia," he pleads. "Please. Don't make me . . . Don't make him destroy you."

There is no time. If that army gets to the top of the hill, we would be overwhelmed. (Y/n) meets her girlfriend’s eyes again. Annabeth nods.

(Y/n) looks at Percy, Thalia, and Zoe, and she decides it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to die fighting with friends like this.

"Now," (Y/n) says, and together, they charge.

Thalia goes straight for Luke. The power of her shield is so great that his dragon- women bodyguards flee in a panic, dropping the golden coffin and leaving him alone. But despite his sickly appearance, Luke is still quick with his sword. He snarls like a wild animal and counterattacks. When his sword, Backbiter, met Thalia's shield, a ball of lightning erupted between them, frying the air with yellow tendrils of power.

As for (Y/n), she does the stupidest thing in her life - which is saying a lot. She attacks the Titan Lord Atlas.

He laughs as (Y/n) approaches, her sword Tsunami springing to life in her hands. A massive javelin appears in Atlas’s hands and his silk suit melts into full Greek battle armor. “Go on, then!”

“(Y/n)!” Zoe calls. “Beware!”

(Y/n) knows what Zoe is warning her about. Chiron had told her a long time ago: Immortals are constrained by ancient rules. But a hero can go anywhere, challenge anyone, as long as she has the nerve. Once (Y/n) attacked, however, Atlas would be free to attack back directly with all his might. 

(Y/n) swings her sword, but Atlas knocks her aside with the shaft of his javelin. (Y/n) flies through the air, and slams into a black wall. It isn’t Mist anymore. The palace is rising, brick by brick. It’s becoming real.

“Fool!” Atlas screams gleefully, swatting aside one of Zoe’s arrows. “Did you think, simply because you could challenge that petty war god, that you could stand up to me?” 

The mention of Ares sets a jolt through (Y/n), and, ignoring her throbbing ribs, she shakes off her daze and charges again. 

The javelin’s point slashes towards (Y/n) like a scythe. She raises Tsunami, planning to cut off the Titan’s weapon at the shaft, but her arm feels like lead. Suddenly, the sword weighs a ton. 

And then (Y/n) remembers Ares's warning, spoken on the beach in Los Angeles so long ago:

When you need it most, your sword will fail you.

Not now! (Y/n) pleads. But it is no good. She tries to dodge, but the javelin catches her in the chest and sends (Y/n) flying like a rag doll. (Y/n) slams into the ground, her head spinning. (Y/n) looks up and finds herself at the feet of Artemis, still straining under the weight of the sky.

“Run, girl,” she tells (Y/n). “You must run!”

Atlas is taking his time coming towards (Y/n). My sword is gone. It had skittered away over the edge of the cliff. It might reappear in her pocket—maybe in a few seconds—but it doesn’t matter. (Y/n) would be dead by then. Luke and Thalia are fighting like demons, lightning crackling around them. Percy is fighting the dracaenae, and Annabeth is on the ground, desperately struggling to free her hands.

“Die, little hero!” Atlas says. He raises his javelin to impale (Y/n). 

“No!” Zoe yells, and volley of silver arrows sprout from the armpit chink in Atlas’s armor. 

“ARGH!” he bellows and turns back towards his daughter. 

(Y/n) reaches down and feels Tsunami back in her pocket. She couldn’t fight Atlas, even with a sword. And then a chill goes down her back. She remembers the words of the prophecy: The Titan’s curse must one withstand. (Y/n) couldn’t hope to beat Atlas, but there is someone who might stand a chance. 

“The sky,” (Y/n) tells the goddess. “Give it to me.”

"No, girl," Artemis says. Her forehead is beaded with metallic sweat, like quicksilver. "You don't know what you're asking. It will crush you!"

"Annabeth took it!"

"She barely survived. She had the spirit of a true huntress. You will not last so long."

"I'll die anyway," (Y/n) replies. "Give me the weight of the sky!"

(Y/n) doesn’t wait for her answer. She takes out Tsunami and slashes through her chains. Then she steps next to her and braces herself on one knee—holding up her hands—and touches the cold, heavy clouds. For a moment, Artemis and (Y/n) bare the weight together. It was the heaviest thing she'd ever felt, as if (Y/n) was being crushed under a thousand trucks. She wanted to black out from the pain, but (Y/n) breathes deeply. I can do this.

Then Artemis slips out from under the burden, and (Y/n) holds it alone. 

Every muscle in (Y/n)’s body turns to fire. Her bones feel like they’re melting. She wants to scream, but she doesn’t have the strength to open her mouth. She begins to sink, lower and lower to the ground, the sky’s weight crushing her.

(Y/n) concentrates on breathing. (Y/n) thinks about Bianca, who’d given her life so they could get to this moment. If she could do that, then (Y/n) could hold the sky.

(Y/n)’s vision turns fuzzy. Everything is tinged with red. She catches glimpses of the battle, but she isn’t sure if she is seeing anything clearly. There is Atlas in full battle armor, jabbing with his javelin, laughing insanely as he fights. And Artemis, a blur of silver. She has two wicked hunting knives, each as long as her arm, and she slashes wildly at the Titan, dodging and leaping with unbelievable grace. She seems to change form as she maneuvers. She is a tiger, a gazelle, a bear, a falcon. Or perhaps that was just (Y/n)’s fevered brain. Zoe shoots arrows at her father, aiming for the chinks in his armor. He roars in pain each time one finds its mark, but they affect him like bee stings. He just gets madder and keeps fighting.

Thalia and Luke go spear on sword, lighting still flashing around them. Thalia presses Luke back with the aura of her shield. Even he is not immune to it. He retreats, wincing and growing in frustration. 

"Yield!" Thalia yells. "You never could beat me, Luke."

He bares his teeth. "Well see, my old friend."

Sweat pours down (Y/n)’s face. Her hands are slippery. Her shoulders would've screamed with agony if they could. (Y/n) feels like the vertebrae in her spine are being welded together by a blowtorch.

In her daze, (Y/n) can’t place Percy’s or Annabeth’s positions. She watches, however, as Artemis advances. The goddess was fast, but the Titan’s strength is impossible. His javelin slammed into the earth where Artemis had been a split second before, and a fissure opens in the rocks. He leaps over it and keeps pursuing her. The goddess was leading him back towards (Y/n). 

Get ready, the goddess speaks in her mind. 

(Y/n) is loosing the abulity to think through the pain in her ribs. Her responce is somthing like agggghh-owwwww.

“You fight well for a girl,” Atlas laughs. “But you are no match for me.”

He feints with teh tip of his javelin and Artemis dodges. (Y/n) sees the trick coming. Atlas’s javelin sweeps around and knocks Artemis’s legs off the ground. She falls, and Atlas brings up his javelin tip for the kill. 

"No!" Zoe screams. She leaps between her father and Artemis and shoots an arrow straight into the Titan's forehead, where it lodges like a unicorn's horn. Atlas bellows in rage. He sweeps aside his daughter with the back of his hand, sending her flying into the black rocks.

(Y/n) wasnts to shout her name, or run to her friend’s aid, but she can’t speak or move. She couldn’t even see where Zoe had landed. Then Atlas turns on Artemis with a look of triumph in his face. Artemis seems to be wounded. And she doesn’t get up. 

"The first blood in a new war," Atlas gloats. And he stabs downward.

As fast as thought, Artemis grabs his javelin shaft. It hits the earth right next to her and she pulls backward, using the javelin like a lever, kicking the Titan Lord and sending him flying over her, (Y/n) sees him coming down on top of her and she realizes what would happen. (Y/n) loosened her hold on the sky, and as Atlas slams into her, she doesn’t try to hold on. (Y/n) lets herself be pushed out of the way and she rolls.

The weight of the sky drops onto Atlas’s back, almost smashing him flat until he manages to get to his kness, strugging to get out from under the crushing weight of the sky. But it is too late. 

"Noooooo!" He bellows so hard it shakes the mountain. "Not again!"

Atlas is trapped under his old burden. (Y/n) tried to stand and fell back again, dazed from pain. Her body feels like it was burning up.

Thalia backs Luke to the edge of a cliff, but still they fought on, next to the golden coffin. Thalia has tears in her eyes. Luke has a bloody slash across his chest and his pale face glistened with sweat.

He lunges at Thalia and she slams him with her shield. Luke's sword spins out of his

hands and clatters to the rocks. Thalia puts her spear point to his throat.

For a moment, there is silence. 

“Well?” Luke asks. He tries to hide it, but (Y/n) can hear the fear in his voice. 

Thalia trembles with fury.

Behind her, Annabeth comes scrambling, finally free from her bonds. Her face is bruised and streaked with dirt. "Don't kill him!"

"He's a traitor," Thalia says. "A traitor!"

In her daze, (Y/n) realizes that Artemis is no longer with her, and Percy had taken the goddess’s place at her side. The goddess had run off toward theblack rocks where Zoe had fallen.

"We'll bring Luke back," Annabeth pleads. "To Olympus. He . . . he'll be useful."

"Is that what you want, Thalia?" Luke sneers. "To go back to Olympus in triumph? To please your dad?"

Thalia hesitats, and Luke makes a desperate grab for her spear.

"No!" Annabeth shouts. But without thinking, Thalia kicks Luke away. He looses his balance, terror on his face, and then he falls.

"Luke!" Annabeth screams.

Percy helps (Y/n) as they rush to the cliff’s edge. Below them, the army from the Princess Andromeda had stopped in amazement. They are staring at Luke’s broken from from teh rocks. Despite how much (Y/n) hated him, she couldn’t stand to see it. She wants to belive the son of Hermes is still alive, but that is impossible. The fall is at least fifty feet, and he isn’t moving.

One of the giants looks up and growls, "Kill them!"

Thalia is stiff with grief, tears streaming down her cheeks. (Y/n) pulls her back as a wave of javelins sail over their heads. They run for the rocks, ignoring the curses and threats of Atlas as they pass.

"Artemis!" Percy yells.

The goddess looks up, her face almost as grief-stricken as Thalia's. Zoe lies in the goddess's arms. She is breathing. Her eyes are open. But still . . .

"The wound is poisoned," Artemis says.

"Atlas poisoned her?" Percy asks.

"No," the goddess says. "Not Atlas."

Artemis shows them the wound in Zoe’s side. (Y/n) had almost forgotten her scrape with Ladon the dragon. The bite is so much worse than Zoe had let on. (Y/n) can barely look at the wound. Zoe had charged into battle against her father with a horrible cut already sapping her strengh. 

(Y/n) feels a hand lacing through her’s. She glances over to find Annabeth standing beside her. 

“The stars,” Zoe murmurs. “I cannot see them.”

“Nectar and ambrosia,” Percy says. “Come one. We have to get her some.”

No one moves. Grief hangs in the air. Even Artemis is too shocked to stir. The demigods may have met their doom right there, but then (Y/n) hears a strang buzzing noise. 

Just as the army of monsters come over the hill, a Sopwith Camel swoops down out of the sky. 

“Get away from my daugther!” Dr. Chase calls down, and his machine guns burst to life, peppering the groud with bullet holes and startling the whole group of monsters into scattering.

“Dad?” yells Annabeth in disbelief.

“Run!” he calls back, his voice growing fainter as the biplane swoops by. 

This shakes Artemis out of her grief. She stares up at teh antique plane, which is now coming back for another strafe. 

"A brave man," Artemis says with grudging approval. "Come, We must get Zoe away from here." She raises her hunting horn to her lips, and its clear sound echoes down the valleys of Marin. Zoe's eyes are fluttering.

"Hang in there!" Percy tells her. "It'll be all right!"

The Sopwith Camel swoops down again. A few giants threw javelins, and one flew straight between the wings of the plane, but the machine guns blazed. I realized with amazement that somehow Dr. Chase must've gotten hold of celestial bronze to fashion his bullets. The first row of snake women wailed as the machine gun's volley blew them into sulfurous yellow powder.

"That's . . . my dad!" Annabeth says in amazement.

They don’t have time to admire his flying. The giants and snake women are already recovering from their surprise. Dr. Chase would be in trouble soon.

Just then, the moonlight brights, and a silver chariot appears from the sky, drawn by the most beautiful deer (Y/n) had ever seen. It lands right next to them.

"Get in," Artemis says.

Annabeth helps (Y/n) get Thalia on board, and Percy helps Artemis with Zoe. They wrap

Zoe in a blanket as Artemis pulls the reins and the chariot sped away from the mountain,

straight into the air.

"Like Santa Claus's sleigh," (Y/n) murmurs, still dazed with pain.

Artemis takes time to look back at her. "Indeed, young half-blood. And where do you think that legend came from?"

Seeing them safely away, Dr. Chase turns his biplane and follows like an honor guard. It must have been one of the strangest sights ever, even for the Bay Area: a silver flying chariot pulled by deer, escorted by a Sopwith Camel.

Behind them, the army of Kronos roars in anger as they gather on the summit of Mount Tamalpais, but the loudest sound is the voice of Atlas, bellowing curses against the gods as he struggles under the weight of the sky.

. . . 

Annabeth and (Y/n) fly along side by side on the back of the pegasai. 

“Your dad seems cool,” (Y/n) tells Annabeth. 

It was too dark to see her girlfriend’s expression. She looks back, though California is far behind them now. 

“I guess so,” Annabeth replies. “We’ve been arguing for so many years.”

“Mhmm,” (Y/n) hums. “You mentioned that.”

“You think I was lying about that?” It sounds like a challenge to (Y/n), but a pretty half-hearted one, like she is asking it of herself.

"I didn't say you were lying. It's just . . . he seems okay. Your stepmom, too. Maybe they've, uh, gotten cooler since you saw them last."

She hesitates. "They're still in San Francisco, Percy. I can't live so far from camp."

(Y/n) doesn’t want to ask her next question. She is scared to know the answer. But I asks it anyway. "So what are you going to do now?"

They fly over a town, an island of lights in the middle of the dark. It whisks by so fast they might've been in an airplane.

"I don't know," she admits. "But thank you for rescuing me."

"Hey, you’re my girlfriend. I would go through Tartarus to rescue you."

"You didn't believe I was dead?"

"Never."

She hesitates. "Neither is Luke, you know. I mean . . . he isn't dead."

(Y/n) stares at her. She doesn’t know if Annabeth is cracking under the stress or what. "Annabeth, that fall was pretty bad. There's no way —"

"He isn't dead," she insistas. "I know it. The same way you knew about me."

Word Count: 5630 Words

[sanyu-thewitch05]

I couldn't stop thinking about this, so, can you make a smut story with a yandere king x witch reader?

Sure!

A/N: Sorry if this is answered very late. School and work have been piling up.

TW: Smut, dubcon, manipulation

"What should we do with the king? His condition..." A royal advisor says, peeking into the room to see his majesty, King Ren, in a sickly state.

"Well, I suppose we must offer up someone to him as a sacrifice," The royal wizard replies, using his staff to conjure up a list of candidates. "We will hold an event where we say we're choosing the king's wife. No one must know our true intentions."

"Hey, Fredrick, what about the girl on the very bottom of the list? Why don't we choose her and kill two birds with one stone?" The king's head servant suggests, pointing at your picture.

"Y/N L/N. She is the daughter of our most troublesome and dangerous witch. If we offer her up, we don't have to worry about her following in her mother's footsteps and wreaking havoc," The royal wizard says, selecting your picture. "She should get a letter saying to come to the castle this night."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Mother, we got a letter from the royal palace requesting my presence," You say, sitting down at the dinner table.

"I wouldn't go. They'll probably kill you," Your mother replies, putting food on the table.

"Still, they're promising a hefty sum of money for my presence. We could turn this shack in the swamp into a beautiful mansion in the swamp. Plus, we could have extra room for Dad to stay in, instead of letting him roam the swamp," You suggest, giving your mom the letter.

"Alright, I'll let you go. But only if you take my satchel of potions, charms, and trinkets," Your mother replies, moving her dark green hair out of her face. "And put some seaweed from the estuary in your hair as a snack."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When you fly to the castle, you see the royal advisor, the royal wizard, and the lead servant waiting for you on the front balcony.

"Welcome, Miss Y/N, we have been waiting to see you," Frederick greets, offering to take your broom.

"Ah, it's been about 14 years since I've seen you. Still remember you turning my dad into an alligator," You reply, giving him a passive-aggressive smile.

"Let's not focus on the past and bad times. You're here to help the king," Frederick responds, leading you to the king's bedroom.

When you reach the king's door, the wizard unlocks the chains wrapped around the door handles. They fall to the floor, and you open the door to the pitch-black, smelly, messy room. You walk inside, and the doors slam shut, and hear the sound of chains being put on.

"Hey! What the fuck are you doing?!" You yell, banging on the door.

"I'm sorry, but it's the only way. Don't worry, you should survive him," Frederick says, standing guard outside the door.

"Open the damn door!" You shriek, trying to open the door.

Your ears become hot, and you feel someone's breath on your neck. You turn around and see the king in his twisted state. His skin is deathly pale, his veins are a glowing magenta, and the pupils in his violet eyes are hearts.

"King Ren?" You say, staring him in the eyes. "You seem quite ill."

"Wow, you're really pretty," Ren murmurs, his dry and cracked lips touching your neck.

You look at his nails and see they're overgrown, cracked, and yellow. The reality of your situation settles in, and you push him to the ground, and grab the lamp.

"Stay away from me! I don't want whatever sickness you have!" You yell, backing away to the other side of the room.

"I'm only sick with love for you," Ren says, crawling to you.

You pull open the curtains and curse at the sight of bars on the windows. You try to pull on the bars, but they don't budge. Before you could turn around to face the king, you feel his face in your ass.

"Hey!" You scream, pulling him out as he licks your pussy.

"Haha, you taste great," Ren says, pulling up your dress again.

"What the fuck is wrong with everyone in this castle?!" You yell, kicking him and keeping a leg on his chest.

"You're so beautiful. I promise I'll obey every command you give if you just let me kiss you once," Ren begs, still pulling up your dress. "You smell so good. Please tell me no one else has had you yet."

"Fine, I'll let you kiss me once and only once."

"I can do any type of kiss I want?"

"Sure, whatever type of kiss you want to do! Hell, you can kiss me wherever you want!"

"Great."

Ren stares at your pussy, then suddenly puts his mouth on your underwear. He groans in pleasure, using his tongue to slide your underwear aside, then sticking it inside you.

"Ooh-shit! When I said you could kiss me, I thought you meant above the waist!" You moan, letting your dress fall over his head.

Ren giggles, his tongue swirling around in your walls. His lips pucker up on your pussy lips, but they don't release. His do a sucking motion, driving you wild. The king grabs your ass and opens his mouth more.

"Ren, what are you doing?" You ask, trying to pull Ren's head off of you, only to have him spank your ass with both hands.

Ren's mouth is fully open, covering your whole pussy. His lips still suck on your pussy as his tongue pleasures you. As you moan through Ren's promised "kiss", his eyes become glazed over.

"Ren! Ren!" You moan, trying to keep yourself standing, but failing as your jelly legs stop working.

You fall to the floor, the king's lips still not letting go.

"Ren, I'm going to cum!" You yell, feeling yourself about to meet the limit. "Ah!"

Your cum flows straight into Ren's throat, and he generously accepts it, swallowing every drop. He pulls his tongue out and lets his mouth close so he can pucker his lips again. Ren removes his puckered lips, moving away from your pussy for just a brief second, only to give a quick smooch to your sensitive vagina. Your orgasm again, more cum flowing out of you, and he laps it all up.

"Now will you please tell me what's going on?" You pant, sitting up and looking at the king.

"You see, I was cursed to fall madly in love with the first person I see. Nothing more, nothing less. Now then, are you going to kiss me back? You surely didn't think a kiss from the king would be free?" Ren says, unbuckling his pants. "Pucker up those lips, sweetie."

His wide, lengthy, cock dangles in front of your face,twitching-begging to be touched. You give one small smooch to its tip, and Ren's eyes focus on you as if he's expecting more.

You move to his balls and kiss both of them, getting a small grunt out of him. You go to his shaft and begin kissing your way up his dick. His cock twitches as you do so, and his eyes start to become cross-eyed.

"T-That's right, sweetie. Kiss your beloved king's cock," Ren moans, his ass tightening.

When you kiss his tip again, you open your mouth slightly and lick it. Your lips finish kissing his cock with a pop, then he forces your mouth open and ejaculates all of his precious, royal, sperm into your gullet. You swallow his thick cum, and he lifts you onto the bed.

"Frederick, open the doors and bring the finest of toys! My beloved and I need some more time together!" Ren yells, a hand moving your panties down.

The doors open, and Frederick comes in and sees you.

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Sweetie, now that we've got all of our urges out, do you want to have a dinner date with me? Oh, what am I saying? Of course, you're going on a dinner date with me. If you didn't then I'd kill everyone in this castle, and it would be all your fault," Ren says, giving you a hickey on your shoulder.

"Please, don't hurt anyone," You beg, your body too tired from satisfying the king's urges.

"I won't sweetheart, as long as you obey me," Ren replies, leaning down and kissing your lips.

How deplorable. How disgusting. How could a kiss cause so much chaos?

[george-weasleys-girl]

Hey bestie, can you write 30 with f reader x fred?

She's spending Christmas with the Wesley's as she doesn't have a family as they died in the first war and were in the OG Order of the Phoenix (which they don't realise maybe until Fred and George are discussing going home for Christmas, and reader mentions staying at Hogwarts), and Fred has fancied her since they were best friends.

https://www.tumblr.com/writerthreads/704592881806082048/30-festive-writing-prompts-for-your-wipone-shots?source=share

❄️Yuletide Celebration❄️

Under the Mistletoe

Fred Weasley x Fem!reader

~•~

"Stop trying to get me under the mistletoe!"

"Frederick Gideon Weasley!" Molly yelled from the kitchen. "Leave that poor girl alone! She's here to celebrate Christmas with us, not have you chase her through the house like a crazed lunatic."

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," Y/N said, then turned, laughing, and stuck her tongue out at Fred.

~•~

It wasn't that she didn't want to kiss Fred. She really, truly did. But he was one of her dearest friends and also Hogwart's most notorious playboy. She was certain he would never see her as anything other than a friend. And if she kissed him, even just the smallest peck, all those feelings she kept buried would force their way to the surface, and she wasn't sure she could shove them back down again.

Four days earlier

"Well, that settles it," Fred announced. "You're going home with us for Christmas."

"But - I... " Y/N stammered.

"Nope, no buts," George said. "You don't have a family to go home to for Christmas. So, you're coming to ours."

"Exactly," Fred nodded in agreement. After learning that not only had her parents been killed in the First Wizarding World, but her grandfather, her only family, had passed away over the summer, there was no way he was taking no for an answer.

"But what about your parents?" She argued. "How would they feel if you just brought a random stranger home for the holidays."

"First off," Fred held up a finger. "You're not random. And second," he held up another finger. "You're not a stranger. And third," he held up yet another finger. "While you were busy arguing with us, Ginny sent a note to mum telling her to expect an extra guest. So there." Fred folded his arms, looking quite pleased with himself. "Now, let's get you packed."

~•~

Nothing could be sweeter to Fred's ears than Y/N's laughter ringing through the Burrow. He'd fancied her for a long time, though he'd never worked up the guts to tell her.

Oh sure, he could woo girls left and right, but when it came down to actual feelings, he lost all ability to speak or breathe or function at all. That was why he kept trying to get Y/N under the mistletoe. He was good at kissing, and he thought that maybe if he could just give her a small kiss, he could somehow convey all those pent-up emotions.

Except things weren't working out as he'd expected. The only reason he was doing the whole mistletoe thing was that he thought she felt the same way. Occasionally, he caught her looking at him in a way that suggested more than just feelings of friendship.

"Maybe I'm wrong," he confided to George. "Maybe it's just wishful thinking."

"Or maybe you need to change tactics," his brother suggested.

"What do you mean?"

"I can't believe I'm saying this," George shook his head. "But I agree with mum. You are chasing her around like a crazed lunatic."

Fred sighed. "So what do you suggest?"

"Well, I know this is a pretty revolutionary idea, but stick with me," his twin began. "But you could just try talking to Y/N. Tell her how you feel."

"Tell me how you feel about what?" Y/N's voice startled both boys, who swerved around to see her standing in the doorway to their bedroom.

~•~

Y/N and Fred sat side by side on his bed. For a long while, neither spoke.

"Whatever this is, it must be serious," Y/N said, breaking the silence. "If you're at a loss for words."

Fred opened his mouth, then closed it again.

"I, um... you know how I've been trying to get you under the mistletoe?" He asked.

"Yeah... "

"I'm not just trying to... you're not like all the other girls. Not to me anyway."

With every stumbling word, Y/N's heart beat a little faster. "W-what are you trying to say, Fred?"

"I'm saying that," he paused to clear his throat. "That I like you. Alot. Alot more than as a friend. But if you don't feel - "

"I do feel the same way," Y/N interjected.

Fred's eyes widened. "You do?"

Y/N nodded. "That's why I wouldn't kiss you. There'd be no going back for me if I did."

" Yeah. Me either."

"So would you like to - " She barely got the words out before his lips were on hers, tender yet all-encompassing.

Even after their lips parted, they remained with their foreheads together, eyes closed for a few lingering moments.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," Fred mummered.

"Me too." Y/N felt more than saw his smile.

"Wanna do it again?" He asked.

"You don't even have to ask," she smiled, leaning forward.

"Oh wait! We need something!" Fred yelped, causing her to jump. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sprig of mistletoe, holding it over their heads.

"Have you been carrying that around all day?" She laughed.

"Yep!" He replied. "I didn't know when the opportunity might present itself and wanted to be ready."

Y/N giggled and shook her head. "It's a good thing you're so cute, you know."

"I know," he winked and leaned for the second round.

~•~

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[thethreeeyed-raven]

Hello, I don’t know if you wrote for male readers and if you don’t please ignore this request, but I would like to request an Eloise x Prince reader, he is trying to court her ever since he saw her at a ball but she is herself so it is difficult for him to court her because of her distaste for men.

Have a good day

She will not marry me

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↠ part two | ↠ part three

Queen Charlotte had failed to find a match for her nephew, the Prince Frederick of Prussia, so she had decided to invite another one of her nephews into the country, you.

Since you had stepped foot into her palace, she had been forcing you to attend balls, with mama's throwing their daughters at you in hopes of a marriage proposal.

But you had your eye on one woman in particular.

Eloise Bridgerton had captured your eye at one of your Aunt's balls just a few months ago, her eccentric behavior from across the room drawing you in.

You had come to learn that the slightly smaller woman she was always with was Penelope Featherington, her mother was constantly bothering you with one of her other daughters.

And you had come to learn that the man she was always chatting with was her brother Benedict Bridgerton.

You quite enjoyed the company of her brother, conversing of art and architecture. But you had yet to have a chat with the beauty herself.

"Benedict!" You approached him with a smile on your face, ready to envelope him in a small hug.

"Y/n! How are you? Has the Queen introduced you to more of the eligible ladies of the Ton?" Benedict chuckled, you following after.

"Not yet, but the night has just begun."

As you both conversed, you had failed to notice the woman that was approaching you both.

"Brother! You must help me!"

"What is it now Eloise?" Benedict rolled his eyes at his sisters hysterics.

"Mother is trying to set me up with some old wrinkly lord! The man can't even carry an intellectual conversatio-" She exclaimed.

"Eloise."

Benedict's warning didn't stop Eloise from her angry rambling, you thought it was endearing.

"Eloise!"

"Benedict, I'm being serious-" Eloise exclaimed, before stuttering and turning her head towards you who stood waiting patiently.

She looked between you and Benedict. "Benedict, who is this?"

Benedict smiled apologetically at you, but you simply dismissed it with a wave of your hand.

"It is a pleasure to meet you at last Miss Bridgerton. I am Prince Y/n, one of the Queen's many nephews."

"Ah, yes. Lovely to meet you, yes." Eloise shook your hand exasperatedly and dragged Benedict away from you.

"You have that love-sick look in your eye." Your Aunt Charlotte ripped you attention away from the tiny intricate plate which sat in front of you. "I like it."

You peered at her from over your cup, watching the smirk on her face turn into a grin.

"So, my dear Y/n, who is making you feel like this?"

You set your cup down on the saucer, unimpressed. "Why does it always have to be someone?"

"So it is someone!" Charlotte clicked her fingers and ordered everyone out of the room. "Who?"

"I-" You wet your sudden dry lips before continuing. "I don't know if you would approve of her Auntie."

Charlotte reached over and grabbed your free hand which rested on the table. "I don't care who it is as long as they make you happy."

"She doesn't want to marry."

Charlotte's smile dropped.

"She certainly won't marry a Prince. Eloise Bridgerton will not marry me."

"Eloise...Eloise..." Charlotte said in thought. "She will marry you, with a little convincing.

She gave you a wink and exited the room, leaving you to shake your head in exasperation.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Coming Soon! Fanfic Friday the 2nd of February!

Stay tuned for these upcoming fanfics!

All Requested;

(Requested on June 15th, 2023) Deliciously Dangerous Golden Apples - Prince Frederick X Female Reader - Angst/Fluff - TBD

(Requested on July 10th, 2023) What Am I Going To Do With You? - Logan Howlett X GN Reader - Slight Angst/Fluff - TBD

[cheriladycl01]

The Big Mercedes Debate - George Russell x JapaneseOlympicCross-CountrySkiing! Reader

Plot: Ski-Trip with George, Toto, Suzie and Jack where your all discussing the future of Mercedes, and how an Olympic Cross- Country Skiier can help.

"She's really good" Suzie complements as she watches you zoom ahead on your guy's ski run. You were all cross country skiing through the mountains.

You were set to try out snowboarding tomorrow as despite having an affinity for snow related sports, you'd never tried it. But as of right now you were doing what you did best, skiing.

You slowed down a few times to let the others catch up and you helped Jack become more steady of his ski's, holding his hand as you slowly went down some little slopes as he giggled overtime he got something right and you congratulated him on it.

George couldn't help but admire the way you acted with Jack, and it was one of those pivotal moments in a relationship where you knew that your partner was in fact 'the one'. He was grinning from ear to ear, not that anyone could see that behind his balaclava and mask.

After a morning of skiing, Jack started to get hungry and was tugging at the sleeve of your jacket, begging to go on your back and ski to the lodge really really quickly just so he could get his filling.

"Ah, not we have to wait for mummy, daddy and George so we can all go together. But I promise you if you can hold out while we all ski back I'll make you a hot chocolate tonight?"

"Extra cream and marshmallows?" he asks with a grin and you nod your head before you all continue down to where you can all grab something to eat.

"So Toto, how's finding George's team-mate going?" you ask after taking a bite of your sandwich and wiping your mouth clean of the crumbs and any sauce that remained.

"Y/N!" George scolds shaking his head as if you'd just brought up something really taboo.

"George, leave her alone it's fine!" his boss laughs, looking between the two of you.

"We've got options, and that's led to rumors as you've probably already seen!" he laughs taking a sip of his coffee.

"Mmmm, the Max one made me laugh!" you smile taking another bite before everyone went silent.

"Wait ... are you being fucking serious?" you say covering Jack's ears up so he doesn't hear the swears, making him giggle and swat your hands away.

"Well, Max and I have had conversations... I wont deny that" he smirks and looks at you.

"Shut up, tell me everything!" You squeal looking between Toto and Suzie.

"Well, Max has been in a championship car for the last few years and it's been rumored for a while that Adrian was leaving Red Bull and I you know, every option is possible. I don't think he would take my offer, but there's loads of other options, Carlos, Alex, Kimi ... we are looking at Frederick, Mick etc" he smiles, knowing there was options it was just tough choosing.

"Yeah, you've got a lot of good options... I think Kimi needs to be given a change in the feeder series though, let him at least have a full season in F2 before committing anything!" you admit nonchalantly.

"Damn, hoping i was going to go for Max Verstappen 2.0!" Toto laughs, smiling and wrapping his arms around Jack who had climbed into his lap.

"Mmmm he's a special case. Don't think anyone can recreate what he's done ..." you smile.

"Well, I think Alex would be really good as my team-mate!" George admits putting his own input in.

"Mmmmm, now are you saying that because he's a good driver ... or because he's your best mate. Because I would not mind having Lily around more often!" you grin, having been close to Alex's girlfriend for a while.

"Alex hasn't shown much this season, him and Logan ... have kind of been on par!" Toto offers, preferring the stability of someone like Carlos.

"Yeah, but the Williams this year is trash. You can't expect much from the pair of them when they are in an unstable tractor! He's gone from a Red Bull to Williams, very very different" you joke knowing the Williams just wasn't as developed this year.

"Mmmm that's also true... say Y/N how does a Olympic Cross Country Skier from Japan have such an opinion on an F1 team" Suzie interjects.

"Well, I've got an amazing boyfriend who teaches me a lot!" you smile pulling George in for a kiss.

y/user

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y/user: Family holiday while i look like P4 helping debate the future of Mercedes...

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georgerussell63: It's been a blast! I love you lots darling!

georgerussell63: you are so beautiful baby!

fan1: It's so funny that they are all on holiday as one big family while debating who will take that second Mercedes seat...

-> fan2: it's funny she has been included in the discussions lol, she's a cross country skier!

suziewolff: leave it to the girls to fix things eh?

-> fan3: MOTHERS!

-> fan4: is this confirming the future of Mercedes has been set?

fan5: Y/N to Merc 2025 confirmed

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