#we both told each other that we never met anyone like that before that clicked so well which i of course could cynically take apart but. oh

[korusalka]

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[bomber-grl]

General Percy Jackson dating hc⋆°🌊

~ ⋆｡‧𖦹 Percy Jackson x Gn!Reader(no pronouns)

Percy is so sassy

I think we as a fandom have established that, however sometimes you underestimate how far he’ll go.

No matter how long you’ve been dating he’ll still be sassy 😔😭

Of course it’s downgraded though

He chose mercy today

Anyway

Although he can get sassy sometimes, there is without a doubt that he loves you.

If there are 100 people who love you Percy is one of them. 1 person who loves you? Percy is that person

Zero? Percy is dead

He absolutely adores you, even if he can be a big idiot sometimes.

Now, when the two of you got together it was pretty much the same as when you were friends

Just romantic

You’d get reminded of your relationship when he calls you his girlfriend/boyfriend/partner

Especially in front of others

Or when he starts holding your hand and kissing you

It’s definitely a change

But not necessarily a bad one

Hes the type of guy to make being your boyfriend his whole personality

(Not actually but let me explain)

He’ll def wear those shirt with “I love my [insert your preferred title]

And he won’t care who sees it 😭

He’s proud no matter what

And is an absolute menace if anyone says anything about it

Or to you, for that matter

He’s powerful and we all know that

You can obviously defend yourself however sometimes he just can’t hold back

If anything were to ever happen to you

Let’s just say the opposing side will be as if it never existed.

I don’t see Percy as the jealous type ngl

I’ve seen many others say he would be and I think he could be, but only sometimes

He knows you’re just as loyal to him as he is to you

However if he sees anyone flirt and you don’t notice or tell them to back off-

He will for you

He won’t hesitate to slide an arm around your waist and ask what the hell the other person is doing with a raised eyebrow

He sasses the other person so much he leaves no room for argument 😭

Percy trusts with everything he’s got

So if you were to ever betray him he’d be crushed

Especially if you really know him

Just don’t betray him 🤷‍♀️

Percy follows you around all the time when he’s got nothing to do

He’s strong and independent

…wheeennn he’s away from you

He’s always by your side

And he loves to spend time with you too

He can’t say goodbye without hugging or kissing you

That’s a definite quirk of his

He’s technically not supposed to exist but it makes you glad he’s the only demigod child of Poseidon

And the only other person who shares his cabin is Tyson, so that way you two can sleepover and cuddle.

Ofc you guys get to actually do that once Tyson stops talking to you guys 😭

Only when Tyson goes off do you guys have time to chill in his cabin and the sleepovers you have are almost endless

I say almost because you eventually got caught by the harpy’s and luckily Chiron came in time to prevent you guys being ripped to shreds :,)

Before all that happened tho, you and Percy would cuddle and you’d play with Percy’s hair

He LOVES having his hair played with and his scalp massaged

And he accidentally insinuates that he misses that the most out of you getting banned from his cabin

The audacity for him to miss your massages rather than your presence

He let you have his share of desert as an apology for as long as you want 😭😭

You felt guilty so eventually you stopped 😭

If you are a sword fighter like him, you both often spar together.

You hit two birds with one stone

You practice your skills, and get to hang out together

What could be better?

Even then, if you specialize with daggers or a spear then it still works out

Sorry if you’re an archer 😭

Before you’re even introduced to Sally she already loves you!

And vise versa

Percy talks so much about you guys to each other that you practically already met her

And she already knew about you before you guys even started dating 😭

Percy told her (albeit a bit reluctantly) that he had a crush and the rest was history

When you finally meet it’s an automatic click and the both of you hit it off

Honestly Percy’s happy to see two of the most important people in his life getting along.

So, we’re all aware of how much of a menace Percy is, right?

Well he absolutely teases the fuck out of you

If that’s how you’re comfortable with

It’s not bad but it’s definitely silly and makes you smile at his antics, especially when you’re pretending to be mad at him 😭

You’re so weak for him lol

As is he for you

Mans is a simp and a so called “free thinker”

That changes when you step into the room and start talking to him

So after you guys got banned from going into each others cabins for unplanned sleepovers you guys had to make the most of the time you had together during the day

Just imagine an innocent camper walking by and seeing “beat ares, stopped two wars” Percy

The thing is, Percy is absolutely putty in your hands and has his head resting on your lap with your hands in his hair

Some would usually tease but with his reputation nowadays, nobody dares

With the exception of close Ally’s and ofc, Clarisse

It’s little moments that get you guys closer than ever like when there’s campfires and you can just enjoy the moment

Or when you can go into the lake

Which is where you guys had your first kiss

And it was sweet and spontaneous

And then awkward afterwards because of the walk back to your cabins 😭

Even then Percy gave you a quick peck and ran off

Best believe he was kicking his feet once he got back to his cabin 😭

you awoke the next day with being the new hot gossip in camp so that was… interesting

Anyway

I’m aware that I’ve made Percy to be a bit a menace

Although he is exactly that on the regular-

He really does care about you

Sometimes whenever he looks at you he can’t help but think about how lucky he got

He’s glad to have met you and tries his best to let you know at every chance he gets

Even if the things he might say come off as cringe, he means it

Maybe to a less cringey extent tho lolol

Bro can’t help it, he’s a romantic at heart

But only ever for you

[fumekara]

ALL THE THINGS I HAVE DONE (Final part)

SatoSugu x Gn reader 

Plot: Your relationship with the strongest sorcerers in Japan was falling apart after they yelled at you and broke your heart. 

n/a: English is not my first language, there will be a final part of this writing experiment, I am not very satisfied with how it came out. I know this is probably not the ending you were expecting. 

Tw: A lot of angst, fluff, comfort, mention of sex, polyamorous relationship, mention of the death of one's pet, the reader has a cat, in this version Geto is a sorcerer. 

If you are sensitive to mourning for your pets, do not interact with this fic. 

WC: 2K

Click here for part 1 part2

You woke up blinded by the sunlight filtering through your bedroom window. Your eyes were swollen and sore from crying the night before. You felt a lack at the side of your bed and realized that Satoru and Suguru were not with you. Still groggy from waking up, you sat up and turned your attention to the bedside table to your left to check what time it was. You noticed, however, a glass of water, a muffin and a note with a message written on it that you were sure were not there the night before. You take the note in your hand and immediately recognise Suguru's handwriting. 

We went out on an errand, we'll be back soon'.

Sighing, you brought the note to your face, as if trying to get something from it, like the warmth of the people who had cradled you and held you in their arms yesterday. 

You didn't know where they might have gone, but you wanted to be with them, wanting to understand at all costs what would become of you from now on. 

You had met the boys through Shoko, who was a close friend of yours in university days and had introduced you to her friends when you had all gone out together to celebrate your graduation. Although you were a bit shy at first and talked only to Shoko when you were sitting at a karaoke table, you managed to have a rather pleasant conversation with the two boys. 

As time went by, you became more and more friendly with each other and went out more and more often with Gojo and Geto, even when Shoko wasn't with you, you enjoyed their company, you liked the fact that Gojo and Geto were so different, but still managed to find their stability in being together. They soon grew fond of you and began to be more open with you, their trust in you had strengthened and they showed genuine happiness in being with you. As a result, you could not help but have feelings for them, which gradually grew as your friendship continued. 

You had become friends and remained friends even when Gojo and Geto got together. You knew it would happen sooner or later from the way they treated each other, plus you knew their history, since they had confided in you, during one of the evenings spent together watching movies, that they had been through a lot of bad times together. You were happy for them, really, but a part of you was unhappy that you could not be part of that unbreakable bond. 

At the time you were living together, after graduation you had decided to look for a flat in Tokyo to start your career, and since they had a spare room at home, they offered to put you up. 

You were sure you would only inconvenience the couple and didn't know what your life would be like knowing you were living under the same roof as them. You hadn't told anyone about your feelings for them, not even Shoko. They assured you that they would be happier to have you as a roommate and that you could never be a nuisance, since you were a close friend of theirs, and that they would never allow you to live in a dingy cheap flat until you finally settled down with your job. 

And so you did, you went to live with them and were relieved that they both agreed to let you take Nuko with you. Moreover, living with them was great from day one. When you got up in the morning, you would find Suguru in the kitchen preparing breakfast and greeting you with a 'Good morning love', showing you his beautiful smile as always. Gojo, who to tease you would put some items on the shelves and top shelves and then laugh when you got nervous with him because you couldn't reach them, and every time he would muss your hair with his hand when he returned it to you doing his usual cheeky grin. Sometimes you would fall asleep on the sofa with your legs tangled during movie nights, sometimes both of you and sometimes you would spend evenings sitting on the sofa late into the night talking about silly things, deep thoughts about the most existential questions or the doubts and fears that tormented you. 

Even when you managed to settle down in Tokyo and in your job you stayed living with them and they were fine with that.

Everything changed the day they asked you to become part of their relationship. They had both grown fond of you and, although at first you thought they had asked you in order to offer you a friendship with benefits, you realized that the more time passed, the more your triangular relationship turned into something absolutely wonderful. The months spent with them made you feel happy and fulfilled and you felt complete. 

But now what was left, what would become of you from now on?.

________

At noon it began to rain and meanwhile you were preparing lunch while waiting for Satoru and Suguru to return. As you boiled the rice, you turned your head towards the bowl still full from the day before yesterday that lay in the corner of the kitchen floor and once belonged to Nuko. You sighed sadly and went back to work, deciding to chop some vegetables. 

Suddenly you heard the sound of keys turning the lock of the front door: they were back. 

"Hey, Y/N, where are you?" you heard Satoru call out to you. "I'm in the kitchen," you replied, continuing to cut. 

Hearing their footsteps heading towards the kitchen, you decided to turn around and not look back. "I'm making saffron rice for lunch," you said not knowing what to do in that situation. 

You turned your head slightly for a moment and then returned to what you were doing. You saw them on the threshold of the kitchen door, both slightly wet and Satoru was holding something in his hand, although you saw it in passing without realizing what it was. 

You could feel their gazes on you and you were sure they wanted to talk about what had happened in the last two days and that perhaps it would lead to you breaking up. 

"Y/N can you come here for a moment?" asked Satoru in an extremely quiet and gentle way. "I'm cutting Toru here," you replied, hoping that would be enough to avoid talking to them until you heard them approaching further. "Y/N, please look," Suguru added in the same tone.

You heaved a sigh surrendering to what now seemed inevitable and turned toward them. 

What you saw left you speechless. 

Satoru was holding what appeared to be a kitten only a few months old lying in the sorcerer's arms. Both men looked at you with an expression of regret. 

You stood for a moment confused by the scene before you. You tried with all your might to say something, but nothing sensible came out of your mouth except a series of quivering babble. "Come here," Suguru told you softly, extending his hand for you to come closer. 

You slowly approached them to get a better look, and Satoru gave you the kitten so you could hold it. You heard him meowing and that seemed to awaken you from your trance-like state, and staring at him better you saw that he had Nuko's gray fur. You were so astonished that you did not notice that both men's eyes had glazed over with tears at your reaction to their gift.

"I don't understand...," you said in a trembling voice, "why you...I...I don't...." Unable to finish the sentence, you looked up at them feeling the tears flow down your cheeks. 

At this point they hugged you and exactly like you let the tears flow.

"Y/N we are so sorry, for everything, I mean it, forgive us," Gojo said rubbing his forehead with yours as he sobbed undaunted like you had never seen from him. "We didn't mean to say those things to you, you didn't deserve it and we were so stupid to let us talk to you like that, sorry, please forgive us, sorry." You looked into his eyes before he planted a series of kisses on your face wet with your tears. 

Suguru took your face in his large hands so that you could see him face to face, and you saw him completely destroyed by the situation you had put yourselves in. "We love you Y/N," he said, "We really love you and we are sorry to have made you feel so long." . Before you could say anything, he softly kissed your lips, letting you both drift away from the intensity of the emotions you were feeling at that moment. He pulled away from you as if to get some air, before returning to kiss your face as Satoru had done. 

"We don't want to lose you Y/N, you are the most precious thing we have."

Satoru turned your head and kissed you at the corners of your lips as he wiped away your tears in an attempt to comfort you and then went back to talking. "I know this won't be enough to make us forgive each other, but know that we have talked about it and we both agree that we are both in love with you and don't want to lose you and that we will do everything to get your forgiveness and make you feel loved as you deserve. Even if it takes a lifetime, we will make sure that neither of us will come back to make you feel as bad as we do these days. We want to love you as we love you right now." 

"Don't feel obligated after this Y/N, but..." both of them left you some space "please forgive us for everything. Give us a chance to let you know how sorry we are."

You continued to cry as Suguru rubbed a hand on your back to make you calm down and Satoru took the kitten from your hands and then placed it on the ground so as not to overwhelm you. 

"You... that's why you went out this morning," you sniffed, "but how?" and leaned down to pet the kitten who purred at your attention.

"Mrs. Momaru had mentioned to us some time ago that her cat had had kittens, and we went to her to ask if there were any left," Satoru told you as they both snuggled with you. You knew Mrs. Momaru; she was your neighbor, an elderly lady with a heart of gold. 

"We're sorry about what happened to Nuko, we were hoping she could lift your spirits," Suguru told you uncertainly, "I know she won't be able to replace him, but...." 

"I love her," you interrupted him and turned toward them. Now that you had calmed down, you were ready to say how you felt, "I love you guys and I want to be with you, but it will take time before I can forgive you completely," you said and they took your hands gently. 

"We understand Y/N," Suguru whispered, kissing your hand. 

"We will make sure you never feel this way again, we promise," Satoru said, as they wrapped you again in a loving, desperate embrace and for the first time in a long time you felt at peace. 

It might have taken time to forgive them, but there was still hope between you. 

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[everythingne]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ➛ wing damage, chapter one (mv1)

Eldest of the Halliwell girls, Y/n (or Nadine) gets her heart broken by the man she’s supposed to wed in six months. Four years of love slipping down the drain faster than she can try and grasp at the remaining water droplets.

But... not all hope is lost as far as the f1 community is concerned and they might be right, since Max seems to be trying to get a little closer to his team owners eldest daughter.

max verstappen x influencer!halliwell!reader / fc: sophia la corte (and various ginger women on pinterest.)

warnings & notes: cheating, mentions of alcohol, small age gap (24-27), strong language, probably inaccurate f1 information, using a name as a placeholder for y/n bc i’m not typing that every time, dates are off by two days in the beginning. deal.

EDIT: I love nadine too much to scrap her story even tho christians a BITCH, so for all intents and purposes in this fic, congrats! a spice girl now owns oracle red bull racing 😭

(part two!)

“Do you want me to confront him?” Max asks, sitting down next to me in the paddock. His hand comes to squeeze my knee, my father rubbing my back as he deletes every photo—every memory of Jacob Taylor from my phone.

Four years down the drain.

My friends back home at my apartment are currently bagging up his stuff. Both Mona and Ally will move in with me, just like college again, once his stuff is empty. My bare apartment will soon be filled with our old nick nacks but i can hardly be happy about it.

Cheated.

The man who spent 50k on an emerald cut four karat ring with a real gold band, cheated? The man who cried when his mom told him she loved me, cheated? The man who cancelled an entire film set because it conflicted with my schedule, cheated? The man who won over the hearts of not only Geri Horner, but Christian Horner? He was the one who cheated?

Jacob was (strong emphasis on the was) the highest standard I ever held. Now, I didn’t even know what standards to have anymore. Anyone could be a cheater. I never stood a chance.

“It’s fine, Max.” I say softly, wiping at my face again to try and make it look less like I’ve been sobbing since I found out as soon as the plane touched down two days ago. The paddock is buzzing, qualifiers getting ready to start for the first GP. The warm Bahraini sun beats down on the track and I can see the heat wiggling above it. Even in March it’s as hot as summer over here, and part of me misses the gloomy, smoggy streets of London right now.

“It’s not fine!” Max groans at me, throwing his head back in exclamation. I know he’s sick and tired of hearing me say it for the thousandth time, but if I say it’s not fine, I’ll break down. And we can’t have that.

“Max,” GP's voice calls before Max can go on another tirade about killing Jacob. Max turns and I can see the hesitance in him to leave my side. He’s been like this since I met him the first day he raced with Red Bull years back—instantly the two of us clicked. When the days got hard, or his dad got on his back a bit too much, I would appear by his side and with a tiny smile somehow I'd fix everything. After I became his sort of 'chauffeur' when one of our drivers got sick in Abu Dhabi his first year, and we got stuck in an hour of traffic with nothing to do but talk, we became basically glued to each others sides.

I think having my unwavering support made a lot of the transition into Red Bull easier for him. And in moments like these, where he's watching me with a keen eye, I don’t know how I lived so long without his calm presence at my side. I was only a five years old when my Mom bought Red Bull Racing, it’s been my entire life, and every racer who has passed through our team has never stuck to my side like Max Verstappen has.

“Go.” I nudge his knee when I see his hand twitch and hover by his helmet, eyes darting to me and then GP who waits in the doorway, so I supply, “I’ll be here when you get back.”

Max nods, giving me a departing hug before he gets up and starts tugging his racing suit on. Immediately my mother replaces him, turning my head to card his hands through my hair.

“Oh, honey.” Geri coos, squeezing my arms as she lets me lean into her, “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong, Mama.” I sigh, leaning into him and letting his wrap his arms tight around me.

“No, I trusted that boy. That’s what I did wrong.” She says back, before handing me back my phone. We sit like that for a long time, people passing us without asking. Everyone knew. I had found out the same way they all did—on social media. Jacob didn’t even have the balls to tell me himself. Fucking coward.

Eventually someone calls my mother away for some celebrity, sp I force myself to sulk off to a hidden corner where I can munch on chocolates and watch Max from a little tv. Not as good as my usual perch next to my Mom, but I don’t need the public seeing me the day I find out my fiancé of several years had been cheating almost the whole time. With his co-star.

Fucking hell.

nadinehalliwell

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nadinehalliwell: before and after max won

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gerihalliwell: love u lots mini ginger spice!!!!

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charlesleclerc: maman says hello and that she will have wine for you when you come to monaco

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⤷ nadinehalliwell: beware both of u 🔪

I knew returning home to my apartment was going to be hard. I had spent a few days with my mom and Bluebell home in Nottingham.

Being in my mothers had been refreshing enough to start and heal my heart. I also learned that my mom was really fucking good at healing, it involved a lot of wine and a lot of cursing.

My apartment in Monaco had been a home full of happy memories of moving in with Jacob, and our time living together everyday I wasn’t at grand prixs and he wasn’t on set. Memories of our families and friends together with us, and now it would be just me.

So empty. Alone. White walls with no decorations anymore. Just staring at me, closing in slowly.

Opening the door I sucked in a breath of pure agony. My mother's warm hand around my shoulder a soft reminder that even if I felt abandoned, I wasn’t alone. Not by a long shot. And as the door clicks open, my hand finds the lights instinctually, and my eyes widen to dinner plates.

“Welcome home!” a chorus cheers and I laugh, all my of old friends circled around the end of the foyers hallway, wine glasses and soju bottles in hand. I can’t even speak as tears fill my eyes and the girls run to me, waving my mother off. She kisses my hairline, tells me she'll text me when she gets home, and shuts the door as my friends cart me into the kitchen and wipe my tears and fix up my messy hair with giggles.

“Tonight!” One of my friends—eventually I source the drunken giggles to Ally, “we will make you so hot and sexy, he will regret it.”

“And if he comes crawling back!” It’s Mona now.

“We will rip his dick off!” Marija shouts and the girls raise shots to me.

“Guys—what is all of this?” I can’t help but laugh, and then the three look at each other and smile.

“So… you’ve heard of a revenge dress, right?” Ally says slowly, and it all clicks.

nadinehalliwell

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[kusakiguzen]

yandere yoojin x reader x platonic yandere Yoo Hyun

A/N: this is not inspired and is kinda long cuz i felt bad for not posting on the scheduled day because, I still have to study. its my first time writing so leave your feedback.

I just wanted to say there are some changes in this story and it doesn't follow the plot line completely because well i needed it to be like that i hope you understand.

Warning: NSFW, Mild Yandere stuff idk

The first time you met Yoojin was before he regressed in a cafe. Y/N forgot her wallet so he decided to be a gentleman and pay for her coffee they sat together and talked, they just clicked. Yoojin wanted to meet he again

The second time he met her was in a dungeon. Being the weakest Yoojin was mistreated a lot, here it wasn't any different either. He was being pushed around beaten up and degraded. That's when he heard the voice, the angelic voice

"Hey!! what do you think you are doin???!!"

He looked up to see her, Y/N L/N a D rank healer, the same person from the cafe, who was busy healing the injured. she was quite famous for her kindness and brutalness. She was running towards them with hardened gaze and a frown on her face

He Found Her

"What is happening her- OH MY GOD! ARE YOU OKAY??." She asked worriedly while casting a healing on him.

"Its nothing, we were just having fun. Right... Yoojin?" some d rank hunter said looking at Yoojin

"Cut the crap, I saw. And we are leaving." Her cold voice sent shivers down the other hunters's spine, as she grabbed Yoojin's hand and started walking away with him.

'Her hand is warm.' he thought while being dragged by the H/Cnette.

That was when the obsession begin.....

Yoojin had created walls around his heart, and never trusted anyone. But you stared to slowly but surely break those walls and make your way into his heart.

You and Yoojin started dating 2 months after the day you saved him.

At the end of the second month Yoojin decided to go meet Yoohyun. And Yoojin and Yoohyun ended up arguing. He came back home and told Y/N everything that happened, and Y/N comforted him by giving little kisses all over his face as he laid on top of he, hugging her tightly. She played with his hair until they both fell asleep.

6 months into dating Y/N had reawakened became an S rank Healer giving her the title 'The Saintess'. This caused rifts between their relationship because Y/N had to constantly accompany S class hunters to dungeons. Yoojin wanted to accompany her but she would refuse saying 'Its too dangerous for you', which would always make him angry causing them to argue constantly. This caused them to break up.....

After a few weeks of the break up Yoojin decided to go in a D rank dungeon.....

But the 3 headed S class monster the Dragon appeared.....

But Yoohyun and Y/N also arrived to save Yoojin

Y/N died protecting both Yoohyun and Yoojin because she knew how much they ment to each other, but Yoohyun also died.

The day Yoojin lost his mind.... And defeated the dragon.

He wished to go back in time through the WISHING STONE

When he woke up he was back at his younger brother's guild, the first thing that came to his mind was Y/N L/N. Her last words

Its fine just stay alive and happy with your brother.... ughh- huuh...I-I love you.......

He sat there for a good minute before Yoohyun entered and he just hugged him tightly

They made up but while talking Yoojin asked Yoo Hyun

"Do you know a hunter named 'Y/N L/N'." he said looking everywhere but his brother's

"Ah yes I think I remember that name, she is a newly awakend healer a D rank if I remember correctly"

'Bingo....' thought Yoojin.

"Invite her to the guild she'll be a great help."

"How do you know her though, big brother?"

"We met at a cafe before and had a small talk, she told me how she couldn't find a guild to work with, she didn't know i was your brother tho...." Yoojin ended while picking up some food and eating it.

"Really are you sure she wasn't pretending?" Said Yoohyun who brought out the rope to tie Yoojin

"Nope, Didn't give her my full name. So she couldn't have known." screech Yoojin while Yoohyun tried to tie him up.

After calming him down.... Yoohyun decided to go and meet Y/N L/N.

After meeting Y/N he finally knew what his brother ment

Y/N L/N was just so kind and warm, like the Sun. Glowing brightly when she smiles..... Wait- DOES HIS BROTHER LIKE HER??!!

Yoohyun straight up asked Y/N if she liked his brother and it was comical

( you are pink and Yoohyun is purple)

Do you like my brother?

Ummm who exactly is your brother if i may ask?

Yoojin, Han Yoojin is my brother.

Umm... aaa.. you- how... huuuuhhh Yes yes i do

I see have a great day then

Yes you too sir.

Y/N said while thinking of digging a whole and burying herself in it .

Yoohyun then left satisfied.

Y/N met Yoojin at a cafe where she forgot her wallet and Yoojin was kind enough to pay for her coffee.

Feeling guilty Y/N decided that she should return the favor since Yoojin was sitting alone. She sat with him and they got along well....

After saying there Goodbyes. Y/N couldn't help but think about Yoojin often. While eating, drinking and even before going to bed. Yoojin occupied her mind 24/7

That's when Y/N realized it was love at first sight..... She had never experienced this it was weird. so she started searching for him, it was harder then expected since she only got his first name.

In amidst of this Y/N awakened. She was on cloud nine, she could finally find him.

After this she encountered Yoohyan, Yoojin's brother. To he delight he was also looking for her!!! She was so happy by this revelation but alo embaressed by how Yoohyan approached her.

Lets just say after meeting Yoojin again and joining The World Edge Guild. It wasn't long before they started dating.

Y/N met Yu Myengwoo, Park Yerim, Peace, Blue and Chirpy.

Safe to say they all turned yandere for you aswell.

Yoojin hated it when you go to dungeons with him or Yoohyun. Can't you see how dangerous Dungeons are. He just wants to protect you. Sure you will become an S Ranked hunter in the future but you're still a D rank right now, its dangerous can't you see?

Yoohyan agrees with his brother, its dangerous for you. You are just so fragile... And he didn't want you to get hurt either because his brother would be sad! He doesn't want either. After all you are his future sister-in-law

But you still continued do accompany them saying you want to be there to heal them if they ae injured. So stubborn, Not talking them if they refuse! God!!! can't you see??!!

The last straw was when Yoojin was in the the dungeon with Noah, his sister Riette, the Jupiter guild's Guild master, Sung Hyunjae, and a few extras. After defeating the Dungeon boss Yoojin getting 'kidnapped' by Riette and while defeating the 'puppet dragon' Vicus Y/N had gotten hurt but not too much, while she was healing all of them Yoojin was using his skill on Vicus and lost conciousness. Y/N lost conciousness with him meeting the Actual Dragon. You suffered with him all the torture just because you couldn't leave him alone.....

After that incident Yoojin had decided it is no longer safe for you to go in dungeons any more but you won't listen, so there is only one way to top you

By getting you pregnant.

You and Yoojin did have sex before but never this rough. He would usually take it slow and deep but this was on another level

Thrusting himself in and out while using his tentecles to hold your hands and legs in place, cumming in you multiple times. but he just couldn't stop thrusting himself in you. Again and again and again, he just kept going .

At this point you were seeing stars, saying incoherent babbles, drooling and that beautiful flushed face. God you were such a beautiful mess in Yoojin's eyes.

He looked at yo stopping for a second to drink the magic potion, He couldn't take his eyes off you. Your whole body filled with hickeys and bite marks, marked by him.

He then slowly pulled, His cum along with yours gushing out of your pussy, but was quickly plugged by the tentecle.

You have never felt this much pleasure in your life. After being fucked till almost sunrise, you finally passed out. Yoojin looked at the beautiful sight beside him. He just knew you would be pregnant.

He was right. You missed your period this month and decided to take the test.

It was positive. You immediately scheduled a doctor's appointment to confirm. You went there alone because you were scared of what will be Yoojin's and other's reaction if you were actually pregnant.

The doctor confirmed you indeed were pregnant. You didn't know how to feel about this. On one hand you were happy to start a family with Yoojin but on the other hand you were scared.

You went home and decided to tell Yoojin first. He was chilling on the couch with Peace and chirpy when suddenly, Peace jumped on your lap and started to cuddle your stomach.

(you are pink and yoojin is blue)

Yoojin can we talk?

Of cource Darling. Is something wrong?

I'm...I'--m ..I'm

Yes??

I'M PEGNANT

Huh....Huh HUUUUHHHH??!!?!?! OH MY GOD! I'M GOING TO BE A FATHER!!! Y/N you just made me the happiest man in the world .... *sniff* *sniff*

So you aren't mad?

Of course not! what made you think that?

i just thought you wanted to wait....

I love you and i'll love the little one too

With that you both decided to tell Yoohyan next by giving him a small onesie saying "You Are Going To Be An Uncle". He cried huging you and Yoojin both saying 'Thank you' again and again.

Everyone was happy from the news.

If you thought there protectiveness was bad before, its worse now. You have to be accompanied by someone everywhere you go, even in the bathroom.

Its for your safety and the safety of the unborn child.......

Well you aren't complaining because everything is under your feet. If you want the world, they will give it to you on a gold platter.

So what is there to complain?

The funny part? You don't even realize the fact that you are being isolated. That's how good Yoojin is at manipulating you. To the point he had made you believe that you staying home is a good thing.

Just greet them with a smile when they return from mission/dungeons.

That's all you need to do......

A/N: OH MY GOD FINALLYYY!!!!! leave a comment bout how good it was since it was my first time writing. if you have any requests feel free to Dm me here.

Hope You Enjoy.

[jaegeraether]

Sunsets and footballers (Part 40)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (37) & Alexia Putellas x Character (8)

Masterlist (other parts here)

((**This is my largest chapter so far (5.6k). I hope you enjoy!**))

Alexia didn’t respond, and nobody knew what to do. In fact, nobody had seen her like that before. Eyes darted from Alexia to Ridley and back with worry and confusion. Lucy and YFN met each other’s eyes with equally worried expressions, though they’d both clicked on.

“She’s the girl from the bar?” Lucy asked Alexia.

Alexia hesitated before she nodded.

“Exactly how many people have you told about last night, la Reina?” Ridley asked slowly in Spanish.

“What happened last night?” Oshoala jumped in curiously.

“Asked and answered.” Ridley murmured and gestured to Lucy and YFN. “Just these two then?”

“That was you last night?” YFN asked Ridley. Lucy put a hand on her arm supportively but also because she just wanted to touch her.

Ridley kept Alexia’s eyes as she responded to YFN. “I told you I made a mistake. It wasn’t my finest moment.”

“You can say that again.”

Ridley turned to look at YFN a little hurt. She’s one person she never wanted to disappoint.

“You never told me it was Alexia.”

“You never asked.” She replied with typical Ridley sass.

One of the coaches yelled from the tunnel then, a little annoyed that they were still chatting. Panos and Oshoala left the awkward exchange first. YFN looked to Keira who had backed away a little, seemably deciding it wasn’t the best time for introductions. Instead, she and YFN exchanged a shy wave before she also ducked off into the tunnel.

“Why are you here?” Alexia asked in Spanish, finding her words.

Ridley assessed her expression, before she removed the leather jacket and held it over the barrier for her.

That clicked for Lucy, but YFN wasn’t aware she’d left her jacket behind. Alexia took a step forward and gently took it without touching Ridley.

“Is that all?”

“No, Alexia. That’s not all.”

Lucy knew a little Spanish, but not enough to keep up with how quickly they spoke.

“ALEXIA! LUCY!” The even more annoyed yell came.

Lucy looked at her girlfriend, eyes darting to her lips and wishing she could kiss her in front of the crowd. “Thank you for coming. I’ll see you after?”

“Yes please.”

“Oh and here…” Lucy removed her jersey and gave it to her. “We have two per game.”

YFN blushed at that, sharing a look with Lucy that said she couldn’t believe they were together again.

Lucy grinned and gave her a quick hug before she jumped off of the cooler box and took Alexia by the arm, tugging her towards the tunnel.

“It’s not the time or place…” She murmured to her.

“My number is in the pocket.” Ridley told Alexia as the Barca Captain allowed Lucy to drag her away. She turned to YFN who was pouting at her. “That’s why you wanted to come? I knew you had an alternate motive.”

“No, Blue. I would have done everything the same regardless because I love you and wanted to see you. This was a bonus that I leapt on when the stars aligned.”

YFN couldn’t help but still be a little mad. Ridley knew Alexia was Lucy’s teammate.

She shrugged her jumper off before pulling Lucy’s jersey over her shirt and pulling the jumper back on. Her match worn shirt. It was a little bigger on her but perfect nonetheless. She felt across the stomach of the material, smiling to herself before looking back up at Ridley.

“You really did that last night?” It wasn’t judgemental, it was worried.

Ridley sighed as they sat down again. “You know I sleep around, Blue.”

“But you made her screw another woman?”

“I invited her. Both parties were willing.”

“You really upset her…”

“I really upset myself.”

YFN could see on her face that she was telling the truth and she felt for her. Ridley was a lot of things, but she wasn’t a bad person. She was one of the best, bravest, smartest people she knew, and a lot more caring than she let anyone see. She had wondered before about the type of person Alexia had interacted with last night and now it made sense and to be honest, her theories weren’t wrong.

Ridley held out her arm in a peace offering and YFN hooked her arm through and rested her head on her shoulder. At the end of the day, she was still Ridley, and as broken as she was, she was still going to be an important part of her life forever.

They sat in silence for a little, watching the half time entertainment on the ground before YFN spoke.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I like my emotions like my water. Bottled.”

Ridley notoriously didn’t talk about anything related to her emotions. The one person in the world she ever spoke about her family and their childhood with was YFN, because she’d been there, and she’d never had any proper relationships to talk about. Any flings, however, she could talk about. Because they meant nothing to her. Alexia was different though, and YFN could see it on her face when she asked the question.

“There’s not much to say,” she murmured as she snacked slowly on her popcorn.

YFN rolled her eyes and a piece of popcorn hit her in the forehead.

“Besides, it seems like you already know?”

“I want to hear from you.”

Ridley sighed and put her popcorn down. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

YFN squeezed the arm she was still holding, hoping to keep Ridley a little warm now that she didn’t have a jacket. She had goosebumps, but she’d never complain, and the Australian flag around her wasn’t helping much.

“I met her in a bar.”

“Your favourite bar that you’re always talking about? With the sex rooms?”

“Do you want to hear this or not?”

She glued her mouth shut.

“Yes, that bar. I knew who she was immediately, and people spoke about her like a goddess, but there’s just something about her that draws me in. I try to ignore it, but it’s still here. I don’t even have to be looking at her to know she’s right there.”

YFN knew that feeling all too well and she looked at the players running back out, her eyes finding Lucy. She had her arm around Alexia’s shoulder, as if to ensure she wouldn’t turn to look at them when she walked out. Lucy did though. She couldn’t help herself.

“Something…perfect. Something I didn’t want to taint. Something I didn’t want to ruin. I still don’t.”

“So you slept around to make her jealous?”

“I always sleep around. But I slept around more at the bar to push her away, and hoping that it would end this feeling.”

“But it didn’t…” YFN whispered as the whistle blew.

“It didn’t, and I kept going back just hoping to be in the same room as her.”

“Oh Riddles…” It was so unlike her.

“I knew I was being stupid so I left. I took that temporary contract based out of Dubai. It lasted five months and I tried to not come back to the bar, but I couldn’t help myself. She was all over the news.”

“You saw her again?”

“Immediately. It’s hard to not see her. And I suppose you’ve heard of our little interaction.”

“The one where you beat someone up for her?”

Ridley hummed in response and took a sip of water, her eyes locked onto the field. Alexia still wasn’t playing, but it wouldn’t be long until she was subbed on.

“Two of my favourite qualities of yours.”

“Aggression? Cockiness?”

“Chivalry. Protection.”

Ridley looked at her then and a few feelings about their childhood sat there between their look. YFN squeezed her arm tighter. Ridley had always been her protector growing up. Now she not only had Ridley, but Lucy also. Lucy, however, picked and choosed her battles like with the restraining orders. Ridley, however, would kill. Hell, she almost had that day. YFN’s eyes fell to the scar on her cheek.

“I don’t like how we match.” Ridley said. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s cute of you to follow my fashion trend, but I almost got on a plane to find her.”

YFN remembered the long conversation she’d had to calm her down. Knowing she had Lucy was the final nail in the coffin that was the end of that conversation.

YFN chose to end that conversation quick. “We have restraining orders now. You disappeared again?”

“I left again, yes. I was worried she’d strike up a conversation with me if I went back again. So I struggled with self-control in Barcelona for a month and luckily for me, another temp contract came up again in Dubai and they requested me.”

“You really are the favourite at work, aren’t you?”

“You know it, baby.”

“And last night?”

“Last night…I saw her in the bar. So I took my friends with benefits up to the rooms to get some feelings out. You know the one, Jessica?”

“I remember you mentioning her.” She meant nothing to Ridley, though they’d been sleeping together casually for a few years now.

“Mmn. Unfortunately, Alexia came upstairs and when I saw her, I couldn’t stop myself.”

She ran her hand through her hair, and YFN had never seen her look stressed before but right now she could see a little of that. “I didn’t force her to do anything, you know.”

“I know.”

“They were both aware and willing.”

“I know, Riddles. I know. They know, too. The issue isn’t that and you know it. The issue is that she felt used by you. It’s not a great way to show your affection to someone…”

“I just wanted to be close to her. It would have been too personal if it were just the two of us.”

YFN looked back out at Lucy, a little peeved that she was now on the opposite side of the pitch. “That’s relationships for you.”

“I don’t want a relationship.” She responded quickly.

“You know that relationship doesn’t mean dating, right? Lucy and I are in a monogamous relationship, but you and I have a relationship also. It’s called friendship. You have relationships with your…women. They’re sexual relationships. And your work colleagues? Work relationships. You don’t need to define it. You can just let it grow and evolve in its own way, you know.”

“I can never give her a partner relationship.”

“You don't know that, because you’ve never tried. And you don’t know what she wants, because you’ve never asked. You’re just scared, Riddles.”

Ridley scoffed.

“I’m being serious. I know you think nothing scares you, but this does. She scares you. She scares you because she makes you feel things. She scares you because you know you could fall for her. She scares you because you’ve never wanted to open up to someone before.”

“I open up to you.” It was a weak argument, and from the tone in her voice, she knew it.

“Not all the way. You always have that control, and you’re worried you’ll lose it with her. But here’s the thing, you’ll never know. Because you’ve never given her a chance.”

“We don’t know each other.”

“You know enough. You speak to each other without speaking. Lucy and I are the same, and it’s the exact reason we got together. Now we learn together and grow together. We’re learning to trust each other with our most personal selves and open up. And what’s funny is that you already know all of this, Riddles. You’re the smartest person I know. You just need me to say it out loud for you.”

They reached the 62 minute mark then and Alexia was subbed on for Claudia Pina and the roars of the crowd were deafening. They watched her as she stood at the boundary with her blonde hair in her signature ponytail as she hugged Claudia before jogging onto the pitch to take her place. YFN saw Lucy jog over close enough to reach her hand out for a hi-five as she came on. Lucy, Lucy. Her heart was so big, YFN wondered how it was hers. Ridley noticed her longing gaze.

“If she hurts you…”

YFN’s head snapped sideways to her. “If you touch her, I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

Excitement lit in her eyes. “Woah there, Blue. That’s the first time you’ve ever threatened me, you know?”

They chuckled together. They knew she would have zero chance against Ridley, though the declaration sure made obvious her emotions.

They watched the rest of the game without any talk of relationships, and YFN couldn’t help some of her attention on Ona. She was small and very agile. She went down hard in the 69 minute mark for a free kick, before she was subbed out at 72 minutes having been the best on field. As she walked off, her eyes drifted up and found YFN’s. She looked down quickly as if she’d been caught, and YFN didn’t have a chance to wave.

At 81 minutes, Alexia went down for a trip after she’d disposed of the ball and she fell backwards, clutching her ankle. Luckily it wasn’t bad and she was back on her feet after retying her shoes, but YFN and Ridley were both tense. She gave her free kick to Caroline Graham Hansen who kicked a goal with a decent deflection off one of the Villareal players.

There were multiple missed shots through the rest of the game, a few by Alexia and a clever backwards flick by Lucy from a corner which left her grinning as she jogged back to her spot after the attempt, but it ended 6-0 to Barca at the 95th minute, keeping them unbeaten for their Liga F season.

After they shook hands, Lucy bounded back over at the first chance she had, this time dragging a cooler like she was a toddler. She jumped up on it and YFN found herself wrapped up in her arms again, this time she was even more sweaty but she didn’t mind. She pulled back and couldn’t help but play with the little baby hairs of Lucy’s that had curled at the nape of her neck during the intensity of the game.

“Luce! Great game, and that flick?!”

“I know! I just hit it wrong and Mapi was teasing me on it.” She grinned. “Come down to the lockers?”

YFN looked at Ridley. “I don’t know if that’s the best idea.”

“You want me to drag you over the rail and carry you down myself?”

Ridley had a good chuckle at that and finally they were properly introduced, though the exchange felt to YFN a lot like two protective men meeting.

“Thanks for getting her here…”

“Anytime. She knows that.”

“And now so do I.”

YFN groaned. Lucy was obviously a little annoyed with her for Alexia, whereas Ridley was just being Ridley. Just a tad more protective.

“Luce, you need a shower.” YFN said, attempting to break the ice.

“You like me sweaty.”

The sexual meaning had her blushing.

“I can’t believe you’re here.”

“You can thank Ridley for that.”

She became more sincere towards her then. “Thank you. Really… thank you.” She turned back to YFN. “How did you get here?”

“Cargo plane. Ridley organised it and picked me up from Valencia.”

“You drove to Valencia from Barcelona?!”

Ridley shrugged. “I like travelling.”

“How much do we owe you?”

Ridley looked almost offended. “Being alive these days is expensive enough.”

“Still.”

“Nothing.”

“Are you coming home on the flight I booked you?” Lucy asked YFN, her arm tightening around her waist. A few fans started screaming for Lucy’s attention around them then, and YFN tried to take Lucy’s lead by pretending she didn’t hear.

“Uh…we haven’t spoken about that.”

“When do you leave?” She looked like she really didn’t want to know the answer.

“My flight out is at 10am.”

It was Lucy’s turn to groan. “But you just got here…”

“LUCIA!”

“LUCY, LUCY!”

The extra excited fans managed to barge into the friends and family section and were barrelling towards them. “Oh shit, you need to go Luce.”

“Grab onto me.” Lucy grabbed YFN and dragged her over the railing with her and when they were down on the pitch, they looked up at Ridley who was expressionless, and surprisingly resistant to the shoving around by the fans.

“You want me down there?” She asked, unworried.

“Yes?!”

“I’ll get the cooler-”

Lucy was cut off by Ridley leaping down and landing with the confidence of a gymnast. They moved towards the pitch and away from the fans.

“10 am?!”

“Yeah.. I need to be at the airport earlier though for the international flight.”

“What about the storm?”

“Storm will be gone by then.” Ridley interjected.

They’d lost one and a half days due to a storm, and the other half a day from YFN making a promise to Kyra. Lucy’s emotions were clearly written on her face. Regardless, she spoke between gritted teeth.

“I’m guessing you want to drive back with Ridley? You haven’t seen each other in a while…”

“Uh…”

There was a pause and Ridley stepped in. “I’m actually staying in Valencia tonight. You two have your fun, and I’ll catch you next time you’re in Spain. Besides, we’ve had our little catch up.”

YFN knew she was lying, but Lucy didn’t and her body relaxed with relief. It meant three more hours together.

“You’re staying in Valencia tonight?” Alexia asked in English, having crept up on the conversation.

Ridley didn’t respond at first, because she knew it was a lie, and Alexia’s expression said that she didn’t believe her.

“I can be.”

“Alexia is staying here too...” Lucy offered.

That got Ridley’s attention. “Really?”

“Si.”

“It’s her grandma’s birthday tomorrow.” Lucy offered again.

YFN smacked her hip lightly, as if to tell her to stop trying to influence their discussion. Cheeky Lucy. She chuckled, relishing the fact that YFN was here with her arm around her waist and Lucy’s slung over her shoulder. It should have been a crime to live in two different countries.

“Is that so?” Ridley asked, switching to Spanish. “Are you free to talk tonight?”

“I can be.”

“Perfect. I can drive you from here if you’d like. There’s a great restaurant in Valencia I’d like to show you.”

“We’re not having sex.”

“Don’t speak too soon, la Reina. We wouldn’t want to make you a liar, now.”

Lucy and YFN’s heads were shifting from one to the other, like a game of tennis, wondering what was happening. It was hard to miss the word sex, though.

Alexia looked as if she was going to change her mind when Ridley spoke again. “Relax, Alexia. I just want to talk. I owe you a proper apology.”

“Okay…” She agreed hesitantly. “But I need to shower and change first.”

“I’ll be waiting for you outside. Message me.”

Alexia wandered off, Ridley’s eyes following every step she took. Lucy turned to YFN and they shared a look.

“I’m going to shower. I’ve booked a seat next to you on the plane.”

“You’re not going with your team?”

Lucy scoffed. “You’re not getting rid of me anytime soon.”

“Do you two need a lift to the airport?”

“Yes, please!” YFN agreed, before she’d realised what she’d agreed to. “Go shower, Luce. We’ll be outside. I’ll be the one with the Australian Flag.”

Lucy swore she’d never been so tempted to kiss her before. She leant forwards and her eyes darkened, but the yelling of the fans close by was too obvious, and she didn’t want to share a kiss with her girlfriend with the world. She deserved her privacy.

“I’ll find you, little one.”

The car ride was the most awkward thing all four of them had ever experienced in their lives. It started off awkwardly before they’d even entered the car, all of them wondering the most acceptable place to sit. They eventually decided YFN in the front with Ridley and Lucy in the back with Alexia was the way to go. YFN stretched her arm out behind her and Lucy tangled her fingers with her own. The ride was nothing but music and Ridley chuckling at the awkwardness until they spoke. Surprisingly, it was Alexia of all people who spoke first.

“YFN, Lucy said you both grew up together?” She asked with a thick accent, gesturing between her and Ridley.

YFN turned in her seat, happy to finally be able to speak to Lucy’s friend.

“Oh, yes. We’ve known each other since we were really young. We went to school together and lived next door to each other.” She looked at Ridley cheekily and she knew that expression all too well.

“Don’t you dare.”

She dared. “I have a few embarrassing stories if you’d like to hear them?”

“I will pull this car over and put you in the boot.”

“She can still hear me from the boot.”

“Not gagged, she won’t.”

“I think Lucy would have something to say about that.”

“Don't make me fight on the side of the highway, Blue. I really like this shirt and besides, you need her in tact for tonight.”

YFN blushed at that. The funny little exchange happened quickly, Lucy and Alexia following it amused. It was clear to see they knew each other very well.

“You know Lucy boxes, right?”

“You know I have two black belts, right?”

“Are they always like this?” Alexia asked.

Lucy shrugged. “This is the first time I’ve seen them together.”

“This is tame, I promise you.” Ridley replied before directing her attention back to YFN. “Your girlfriend can’t save you from this.”

“Ah, you’re just the full package, aren’t you?”

“That is correct. Hard to imagine why I’m single, right?”

“Why are you single?” Lucy asked.

“Give it a minute and you’ll see.” YFN muttered.

Alexia laughed then, and Lucy couldn’t help but laugh with her because Alexia rarely laughed like that.

“You know I put a disclaimer out whenever I introduce you to people?” YFN asked Ridley. Their banter was never-ending.

“Let me guess, ‘The best thing to happen since sliced bread?’”

“An acquired taste.”

“You really are a lesbian.”

YFN groaned. Ridley had always been too quick witted, and she was obviously out of practise having been apart from her in so long. Their two passengers in the back, meanwhile, were loving the experience. “That’s it, I’m telling them the 2am chocolate cake story.”

“Don't start.”

“You know that automatically makes me want to start.”

“There’s a pull over bay coming up.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I dare all day long, baby. Try me.”

“There’s also the therapist story…”

“You’re going to have to be more specific.”

YFN rolled her eyes. “The rollerblading one.”

“They were heelies, and I still think they’re a trend.”

“Was the Jager bomb in your hand also a trend?”

“You tell me, you’re the one to put it there.”

“It was my attempt to encourage you to open up to him.”

“Do I look like a flower to you?”

“Flowers are pretty.”

“I’m not pretty?”

YFN rolled her eyes. “You ARE pretty. But then there’s that resting face you do…”

“I’ll have you know that has gotten me out of a lot of conversations over the years.”

“You two sound like my brother and I.” Lucy said through chuckles. They were still enjoying the show, it seemed.

“You’re going to have to get used to it if we spend Christmas together.”

“Ridley’s coming for Christmas?”

“It her suggestion, believe it or not.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t guilt me into it…”

YFN chuckled and hit her shoulder.

“In Australia?” Lucy asked, wanting to plan.

YFN turned around to her. “I was thinking of bringing them both over to the UK for a white Christmas actually. Nan and I have never had a white Christmas.”

“Yes! Okay, perfect. I’ll talk to my folks, they’ll love that.”

Ridley looked in the rear-view mirror and found Alexia’s eyes. “What are you doing for Christmas, la Reina?”

“I’ll spend it with my family in Spain I think.”

“Ah.” Was the only response she gave, though Alexia saw a bit of melancholy behind her eyes and she looked back to the road.

Awkwardness out of the way, the rest of the hour-long drive was full of banter and YFN made sure to chat to Alexia and Ridley as much as possible. Alexia, because she was so close to Lucy and Ridley, because it had been far too long.

They were a little late and boarded their plane at the last minute, enjoying every second together. Lucy let YFN have the window seat and took her thigh in her hand, refusing to be parted from her. After being apart, they only had another twelve hours together and from the intensifying looks they shared, they were going to make the most of it.

Lucy had planned on cute lunches and dinners, beach dates and introductions to her team. Unfortunately, time hadn’t permitted that just yet. They arrived home and Narla was on them immediately as they entered, yapping away. YFN knelt down, letting her sniff her before she started to pat her. She followed them around as they settled their things into the bedroom and got changed into clothes for bed. Her energy didn’t last long though, as it was 10pm and dark. Narla went to sleep in her little bed in the living room while Lucy was still showing her around her apartment. It was cute, and typical Lucy. Modern, clean, bare necessities. YFN had a good chuckle at the amount of sneakers she had lined up around the walls in her bedroom. While Lucy unpacked, YFN explored two more rooms, one was a spare bedroom and one was full of boxes of trophies that Lucy had won over the years. She found one in particular that she’d seen in a photo at Lucy’s mum’s house. She remembered her mum showing her through the photo album and explaining that it had been the first trophy she’d won. She pulled it from the box and took it to the kitchen sink where she washed the dust from it and dried it.

“What’s that?” Lucy asked, joining her.

“The first trophy you won…I remember your mum telling me about it.”

Lucy picked up the trophy and looked it over before putting it back down on the counter and shaking her head. She took her girlfriend’s face in her hands gently and kissed her for the first time in a week. They moaned as they softened into each other, relishing the feel and taste of each other.

“Remind me what I did to deserve you?”

“Hm. Well you are pretty good with your mouth…”

“Oh?” She asked as her hands found her waist. “Tell me more.”

“I was talking about the compliments you give me. What were you talking about?” YFN replied cheekily.

“God I should have had sex with you in London.”

“It…wouldn’t have been appropriate.”

“Appropriate? Sex with us is always appropriate. I can fuck you when I want.”

Everything Lucy said triggered that horniness in her. YFN’s breath caught and she bit her lip.

Lucy’s eyes darkened and she moved her head closer to YFN’s, her thumb freeing her lip from her teeth.

“That’s mine. I didn’t say you could bite it.”

She turned towards the counter just to catch her breath, though Lucy liked her out of breath and out of control. They’d both been waiting far too long to be together again. According to their standards, of course. An hour was too long to be apart never mind a week. Lucy came behind her, trapping her between herself and the counter, her arms coming around her to slide under her shirt.

YFN tilted her head back, relishing the fact that she was shorter than her girlfriend as her lips found that soft flesh under Lucy’s chin and settled there. She freed one of her hands and slid it behind her and between their bodies, finding Lucy’s core and teasing her by rubbing her through her pants. Lucy groaned and rocked her hips, finding friction in her hand as she pressed YFN’s body back to her, trapping her teasing hand between them.

Lucy groaned again and pulled YFN’s hand out.

“Unfair.”

YFN sucked on that soft flesh sweetly as Lucy gripped her waist and rocked her hips into her girlfriend’s ass. YFN was in a mood, the same one Lucy tended to drag out of her often, and she braced against the counter, pushing her ass back into Lucy. Lucy gasped and her rocking turned into more of a grinding and she found that perfect spot she could feel through her pants. One of Lucy’s hands slid up the front of her shirt and grabbed her breast roughly, the other following suit shortly after as YFN’s back arched and her hand came up and over her shoulder, gripping the back of Lucy’s hair. Lucy’s mouth found the side of her neck and bit and sucked as a good reminder who was in charge. Her thumbs flicked over her nipples a few times as their little teasing gradually became more out of hand with each grind.

Lucy readjusted at one point and she had YFN bent over the counter, the cool surface hardening her nipples through her shirt as Lucy held the back of her neck down with one hand and her hip with the other. YFN couldn’t help but moan as Lucy’s leg manipulated hers apart further and she rocked her hips forward, grinding her hard into the counter. YFN loved this, the feeling of absolutely no control as Lucy made sure she knew who was in charge. YFN’s upper half moved against the cool countertop almost as if Lucy were actually fucking her.

Lucy leant forwards and kissed her back through her shirt.

“You’re a little tease, aren’t you?”

“I love teasing you…” she admitted and wriggled her ass under the pressure of Lucy’s pelvis, as if to prove a point. She did.

Lucy broke then and gripped one hand in her hair, pulling her torso back up like that, her back arched tight.

“Bed. Now.”

“No, Luce…”

That surprised Lucy. Her hand tightened in her hair and her mouth found her ear, biting the lobe before speaking into it.

“What.” It didn’t sound like a question, but it was. A challenge to say it again.

“P..please Luce.” She begged. “Please fuck me here first. I can’t make it to the bedroom yet.”

She wasn’t beyond begging at this point. Lucy was thinking. She could feel it and hear in it the way she breathed into her ear, like she was fighting herself.

“Please.” She begged again. “I’ve missed you. Please, then you can h…have me whatever way you want me.”

She felt Lucy shiver behind her. “You’re lucky I’m in a charitable mood.”

YFN shuddered as her core ached for Lucy. Yes. Yes.

She wriggled her shorts and underwear down for Lucy excitedly before she was again pressed back to the counter, her cheek and nipples finding that coolness. Lucy’s hand stayed in her hair, holding her down, while her other hand slid down the palm of her stunning ass, right down to where YFN was utterly desperate for her. Lucy’s fingertips touched lightly and noticed YFN’s core was soaked. Dripping. Clenching and unclenching around nothing.

Lucy groaned when she saw how desperate she was.

In any other scenario YFN would have been embarrassed, but here with her Lucy, she was happily surprised that she wasn’t.

“I missed you…” she whimpered again.

Lucy’s jaw locked at those words. She attempted to regain a modicum of self-control, but it was very, very difficult. She didn’t want to fuck around. She wanted to fuck the orgasm out of her so she could drag her to the bedroom and do all sorts of things to her into the early hours of the morning. She tightened her grip on her hair as she thrust two fingers in harshly. She knew her body could handle it. YFN cried out and her body jerked over the counter and then she moaned at the feeling.

“Yes!” This was exactly what she wanted. She’d missed the feeling of Lucy’s fingers. God, they filled her.

Lucy paused for a second, enjoying the desperate feel of YFN’s pussy clenching and unclenching around her fingers.

Then, she began a ruthless assault in and out, knowing it was exactly what she needed. YFN was so vocal, Lucy could barely hear the loud, wet noises of her fingers going in and out of her desperate girlfriend.

“Aaargh…argh yes! Yes! L…Luce! Thank you… argghh fuuuuuuck. Fuck me. Please don’t stop! Please, Luce!”

That encouraged Lucy to fuck her harder than she’d ever done before with her fingers as they slammed knuckle deep into her relentlessly, the pounding sound similar to the strap.

“Please don’t stop!” She cried desperately. “Please don’t stop! P…please! Argh! Lucy!”

Her body clenched tighter than it ever had done, Lucy barely able to move her fingers in and out. Every fibre in YFN’s body locked as she whimpered through that orgasm, Lucy fucking her through it.

Lucy found herself so turned on that she’d barely lasted thirty seconds under her. Oh, tonight was going to be great.

Lucy let her go and pulled her shorts back up.

“I did my job. Now you do yours.” YFN managed to get herself back upright and turn around to her girlfriend. Lucy took her jaw in one hand. “I want you naked and dripping by the time I get in there.”

Lucy had taken the edge off, but YFN was still in a mood, her eyes dark.

“Half done already.” She kissed Lucy’s surprised, horny face and ducked past her to the bedroom.

(To be continued…)

[starsreminisce]

When examining the context of Lucien's statement "I am a mated male" now, it's essential to consider everything that preceded it. Lucien's desire to reach Elain predates his deterring Ianthe. Upon his return from the Spring Court, he already had a plan to reach Elain, recognizing that Feyre was the most direct route to her.

Lucien's assertion that he is a mated male stems from the reality that he is indeed mated, and his mate has endured something traumatic. She is now with someone who held his mind and threatened to harm his mother.

Someone who Feyre kept insisting manipulated her.

ACOMAF:

Lucien was shaking his head, panting, and whirled to us. “Get her back,” he snarled at Tamlin over the ranting of the king. A mate—a mate already going wild to defend what was his.

Lucien spun toward me, and that metal eye whirred and narrowed. Centuries of cultivated reason clicked into place. I was not panicking at my sisters being taken. I said quietly, “We will get her back.” But Lucien was watching me warily. Too warily.

“How did you break free of his control,” Lucien said flatly from behind us. Tamlin gave him a warning growl. I’d forgotten he was there. My sister’s mate. The Mother, I decided, did have a sense of humor. “I wanted it—I don’t know how. I just wanted to break free of him, so I did.” We stared each other down, but Tamlin brushed a thumb over my shoulder. “Are—are you hurt?” I tried not to bristle. I knew what he meant. That he thought Rhysand would do anything like that to anyone— “I—I don’t know,” I stammered. “I don’t … I don’t remember those things.” Lucien’s metal eye narrowed, as if he could sense the lie.

“Forever,” I parroted, glancing behind—to where Lucien stood in the gravel drive. His gaze on me. Face hard. As if he’d seen through every lie. As if he knew of the second tattoo beneath my glove, and the glamour I now kept on it. As if he knew that they had let a fox into a chicken coop—and he could do nothing. Not unless he never wanted to see his mate—Elain—again. I gave Lucien a sweet, sleepy smile. So our game began.

ACOWAR:

I wondered what Lucien truly made of it. And the fact that the collateral in her friendship with Hybern had wound up being his mate. Elain. We had not spoken of Elain save for once, the day after I’d returned. Despite what Jurian implied regarding how my sisters will be treated by Rhysand, I had told him, despite what the Night Court is like, they won’t hurt Elain or Nesta like that—not yet. Rhysand has more creative ways to harm them. Lucien still seemed to doubt it.

I studied the broad, tan hand wrapped around my elbow. Then I met one eye of russet and one of whirring gold. Lucien breathed, “Where is he keeping her?” I knew who he meant. I shook my head. “I don’t know. Rhysand has a hundred places where they could be, but I doubt he’d use any of them to hide Elain, knowing that I’m aware of them.” “Tell me anyway. List all of them.” “You’ll die the moment you set foot in his territory.” “I survived well enough when I found you.” “You couldn’t see that he had me in thrall. You let him take me back.” Lie, lie, lie. But the hurt and guilt I expected weren’t there. Lucien slowly released his grip. “I need to find her.” “You don’t even know Elain. The mating bond is just a physical reaction overriding your good sense.” “Is that what it did to you and Rhys?”

Ianthe lifted her head, scanning my unsure, if not a bit aloof, face. “So you could be with them forever. And if Lucien had discovered that Elain was his mate beforehand, it would have been … devastating to realize he’d only have a few decades.” The sound of Elain’s name on her lips sent a snarl rumbling up my throat. But I leashed it, falling into that mask of pained quiet, the newest in my arsenal. Lucien answered, “If you expect our gratitude, you’ll be waiting a while, Ianthe.” Tamlin shot him a warning look—both at the words and the tone. Perhaps Lucien would kill Ianthe before I had the chance, just for the horror she’d put his mate through that day.

I asked Lucien to escort me, and he’d been more than happy to do so, given that his own status as a mated male made him uninterested in any sort of female company these days. And given that Ianthe had been trying to corner him all day to ask about what had happened at the ceremony.

[astonmartingf]

I FEEL THE RUSH. . . 🏁🍒🏎️

LICENSE TO DRIVE ; f1 driver!oc x platonic! f1 grid

. . . with no available seat in the f1 grid, and winning the formula w championship, katarina looks for different prospects and lands on a wec seat

amgf it's refreshing to update this, especially after finishing ybom, it's a palate cleanser for me and i love her sm, i have three drafts on ltd

"RED FLAG! WE HAVE RED FLAG— Four cars crashed into each other, reaching the barriers. All cars are pitted and the race comes to a halt."

Those were the exact words the commentators said, and before Katarina knew it the season was over before the race even began.

That was two months ago, 2015 is starting and despite winning the Formula 2 Championship, she wasn't exactly feeling like a "winner".

Sure she could appeal to join Formula 1 by now, but Katarina the mere 17 year old thought the chances were slim. Sure she's capable of pulling a Max Verstappen, but the female didn't like sharing the spotlight.

Especially not to Max, she'd rather start on a different track. Something in the same playing field, but of a different caliber. Something like the World Endurance Championship.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?" Her father, Alvize Lombardi bursts out from the kitchen, facing his daughter right in front of the computer desk.

"It's just testing and I already told Ma about it. She's okay." Katarina shrugs before sending emails to three different teams. One thing about Katarina is her persistence, her need to create a space for herself, and if it means personally emailing team principals and asking about open spots she will do it.

"Ay, of course your mama will say yes she's just like you! Always racing, always busy with the cars. Slow down piccolina, we both know you'll get back on the track before you know it."

Katarina blinks, realizing how much she's been clicking reload, waiting for a response in her mail. Turning around away from the screen Katarina catches her father busy in the kitchen preparing snacks.

"You know what, you're right. I will get that seat." Standing up, Katarina wraps her arms around her father from behind.

"Thank you papa." The older male rests his hands on the smaller pair engulfing his waist.

"Now. Go bring this to the garage, or else your mother will never leave under that car she's been fixing."

"I GOT A SEAT! MANTHEY RACING!" Her excitement can be heard throughout their whole house. Her father in the kitchen swerved through the kitchen island, grabbing the female's shoulders for support reading the email in front of the screen.

"There are only two drivers at the moment, and if they don't find anyone, they say they'll give the seat to me." Katarina stares at the screen, rereading the letter word for word in case she misses something.

Eyes locked on the screen, Katarina blinks, losing focus of the screen. Only then did the tears fall from her eyes.

"Piccolina... we're proud of you. You did this all on your own." Katarina shakes her head left and right, taking comfort in the arms of her father.

"I wouldn't go far without you two– you're always there even though you don't like to see me race. I'm sorry for racing all the time."

Alvize tuts in disagreement, "Piccolina, I'm sorry you think that way. Seeing you race reminds me of when I first met your mother... wild and free. And that scares me, have you seen your mother drive?"

"Talking behind my back to our daughter?"

Katarina turns around to see her mother, blonde hair sticking out in different directions. Katarina could guess that she spent her time under her kart, meticulously checking for upgrades.

"Ma, you don't need to repair my kart for a whole year." Eyes wide, beaming with enthusiasm as Katarina watches her mother realize what the excitement in the living room was all about.

"You're racing?"

She bobs her head repeatedly, "I got a seat in Porsche Manthey Racin–"

"NO!"

"What?" Her mother's outburst caught her off-guard. "But you said yes, I told you about it."

Her mother shakes her head, “I thought you’d end up in a Formula 1 Team, not Endurance Racing. Withdraw right now.”

“Ma?” Katarina keeps her eyes at her mother, looking for the answers, an explanation at least to her actions. But before the younger female could ask her more, she left the dining room leaving Katarina frozen in the living room.

KATARINA’S LEGS BOUNCE UP AND DOWN AS THE CLOCK TICKS DOWN, marking the end of the first race in 6 Hours of Silverstone. Beside Katarina are her teammates racing for Porsche Manthey Racing in the LTGME Pro Category after being cleared to join. It was all new for Katarina, and a little bit too much.

Especially after her mother’s disapproval— something she took to heart. Her mother had been the one supporting her since she began karting, her mother who shared the same hobbies and dreams with. Her mother whom she wanted to be like, the dream of racing all began with her. And when she expressed her disapproval in Katarina in Endurance Racing, it hit hard for the female.

But like her mother, Katarina didn’t stop and instead pursued racing for Porsche, spending her summer in Germany training and testing cars. It bothered her how her mother didn’t even explain as to why she doesn’t agree with her racing. And now, at Katarina’s long awaited debut, yet her mother is nowhere to be seen.

She managed to contribute two hours worth of driving in the Silverstone track, it was unlike the cars she drove before— despite the months of training nothing could compare to the actual race, fortunately she managed to complete two hours successfully before switching with a third driver.

As the clock ticks down to the last few seconds, Katarina keeps her eyes on the leaderboard screen, looking for their team position. Just finishing behind AF Course, in second place on her first race with the team. After receiving congratulations from the team, Katarina gets ready to leave, right outside the Porsche garage her father greets her, with her mother following beside him.

“Ma! You came!” The tiredness and sore feeling leaving her body as she wraps her arms around her parents. “I thought… you don’t hate me?” Katarina bursts into tears hearing her mother’s laughter, wiping the tears falling from her daughter’s eyes.

“How could I ever hate you? I was just scared— I raced to you know. Seeing you achieve these, and race, it only dawned to me then that this was no longer a hobby, or a sport to you. I’m so proud of you Katarina, I would never hate you. I want you to be safe first, and happy, we will always be here to support you wherever you go.”

“WE’D LIKE TO EXTEND OUR WARM REGARDS TO KATARINA ANNELI LOMBARDI. We've seen your prospects from World Endurance Racing and would like to offer you a seat in Williams Racing for the 2016 Season. Signed, Claire Williams, Deputy Team Principal for Williams Racing.”

Katarina turned around, facing her parents with tears streaming down her face, “I got invited by Claire Williams.”

[m4tthewmurd0ck]

THE MORNING SKY

── Coriolanus Snow x Fem!Reader

CHAPTER ── 3 [ MAKING AN ENEMY (I’LL KEEP YOU SAFE) ]

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from here on out, I mention / feature other tributes. click [HERE] for a reminder of who plays who!

this is the longest chapter yet, but it felt odd and too short when i split it up into 2. if you guys would prefer shorter chapters instead of ones this length, let me know!

YOU WERE TERRIFIED FOR ARCHER. From the day you met when you were both just 6-years-old, it didn’t take long for you to declare yourselves best friends. Naturally, Archer developed quite the protective nature when it came to you. And that was exactly why you were so afraid for him.

A few years ago when you were just 15, a boy had shoved you because you said you were glad he wasn’t your soulmate. Unfortunately for him, Archer had witnessed the ordeal. The next day the boy was sporting a black eye and a limp as he cautiously approached you and apologized profusely. He never bothered you again after that.

Another time, just the year prior, you witnessed how quick he was to turn to turn to anger. Never towards you, but to anyone who showed you or him the slightest bit of disrespect. And if did happen to be you that it was directed towards, let’s just say the bullies in district 12 learned to leave you alone pretty quickly.

One thing that had been made abundantly clear was that for the games, there could only be one winner.

Archer was always quick to come to your defense, to put your life before his. You knew talking to him about it would be pointless, and all you could do was hope that he’d put that aside and for once, also worry about his own safety.

To say you were nervous would be the understatement of a lifetime. Even from watching last years games, it was obvious that first impressions amongst tributes were everything.

Make a good first impression, and you’d have most of your fellow tributes wanting to form a temporary alliance with you. Make a bad one and you were more likely to turn them all against you. But on the other hand, your impression couldn’t be too good. Do that, and you’d be labeled a threat. And the biggest threats were often taken care of first.

This was the debate you and Archer were having as you walked to the training facility. It was on the opposite side of the massive property, and a note tapped to everyone’s room doors that morning let them know that mentors would be meeting them there.

“Do you think they’ll have all kinds of weapons for us to practice with?” You wondered out loud.

Archer nodded. “I’m sure. I can’t imagine what other kinds of training we could do. Besides hand-to-hand fighting and weapons, I mean.”

“I know we both want to go for a bow and arrow, but I think we should also familiarize ourselves with everything just in case.”

Turning to look at you, Archer asked what you meant by that.

“Like last years games. I didn’t see any bows or arrows. We should learn to use whatever we can get our hands on.”

That happy feeling returned, and when you looked up, you saw Coriolanus already looking at you, a hint of a smile on his face.

As Archer and Sejanus greeted each other, Coriolanus quickly gave you a kiss on the cheek. “Did you sleep alright?”

You sighed and gave a sort of half shrug. “With how comfortable the bed was, that should’ve been the best sleep of my life. But I was so nervous about today. I did manage to get at least a few hours, though not in a row.”

The 2 of you were joined by Archer and Sejanus, temporarily halting your conversation.

“You two already have other tributes wanting form an alliance,” Sejanus informs you as you head towards the building.

This surprises you both.

“What?”

“Who??”

“Aemond and Cassian. District two. We’re told they liked the show you put on at the reaping,” Sejanus directs this last part towards you. “I’m guessing they mean what you did to Juniper.”

You remembered something you heard at the reaping. “You’re from two, right? Do you know them?” You were immediately wary of anyone who’d want to work closely with you simply because they watched you smear blood all over someone’s face and clothes.

“I—” Sejanus paused, as if considering his next words carefully. “They’re not good people. But you know that district two is known for weapons manufacturing. They’re extremely skilled, probably the best of anyone our age in the whole district. As far as strength and weapons go, you could do a lot worse than them.”

That wasn’t very reassuring, you thought to yourself. You wondered if it was some sort of trick on their part.

Once in the building, the 4 of you were instructed to wait around with everyone else until all tributes and mentors arrived. You were told it was alright to look around, but to not touch anything until specifically instructed to do so.

There was a room dedicated entirely to targets, bows, and arrows. You knew you’d have to refrain yourself from heading straight there.

Another room had walls lined with knives, axes, and spears. The back wall had wooden targets. The 3rd room you looked at had swords on shelves, and mats all along the floors. The 4th room had a more cushioned floor. There were ropes leading up to poles that hung from one end of the room to the other, with rings to hold onto along the poles.

After looking at the rest of the rooms, each one dedicated to a specific way to train, the tributes and mentors were called back to where you’d first walked in.

There was a long speech about how there was to be no actual fighting. For the swords, you could only spar with your fellow district tribute. The bow and arrows, knives, axes, and spears were obviously only allowed to be used on targets. You were allowed to practice alongside other districts, even train together and give pointers, but that was it.

Then it was explained that scores would be kept throughout the 2 weeks. Fighting with other tributes, even verbal arguments, would result in a loss of points. As would mishandling any of the weapons. It’s as mentioned more than once that you did not want to be the tribute with the lowest score.

“Finally, the last two days are for you to show off what you’ve learned to a select panel of judges. This will be one tribute at a time, everyone else will wait outside until it is their turn. You can show whatever skills you wish, and you can avoid any as well. But keep in mind I mentioned that you’re being scored, so I highly suggest utilizing every room. Training ends at exactly five o’clock each evening. After that, mentors will escort tributes back to the living quarters.”

Before anyone had any time to ask questions, you were met with a surprise when Dr. Gaul entered the room. She gave a sort of sinister smile as she looked back and forth between all of the tributes and mentors.

Her gaze lingered on you and Archer, and Coriolanus had to stop himself from saying something. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind, there was already at least a small target on your backs. Still fresh in her mind was the stunt that Sejanus pulled sneaking into the arena, and how he and Coriolanus barely escaped.

“I wanted to personally escort you all to the new arena. We’ll go there, and you will have exactly two hours to look around and familiarize yourselves with it. It is a lot bigger than last years. And just so there are no… stunts,” she didn’t even bother trying to hide her glance at Coriolanus, “you will not bring anything into the arena and this will be your only opportunity to see it before the games. After today and until the games start, the arena will be locked and heavily guarded. I do not recommend trying to get in after hours.”

Everyone was then escorted by Dr. Gaul and what seemed like too many heavily armed guards. Led to matters black SUV’s, you all were told to quickly get in, 2 districts per vehicle. There was a brief moment of panic when mentors were told to get in to the vehicles at the front, but when no one was looking, Coriolanus took your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. He whispered that it would be alright, Archer would be with you and he’d meet you there.

You and Archer headed or the closest vehicle, thankful you were the first pair inside.

“Are these seats taken?”

Almost immediately, you’re set on edge. You only hope that the 2 boys don’t notice you and Archer exchange a nervous glance, but unbeknownst to you, they do.

“Uh — no, go ahead,” Archer answers for the both of you.

“I’m Aemond,” the one with the eye patch says. “That’s Cassian, we’re district two.”

You attempt to seem braver than you feel as you introduce yourself. “ — and that’s Archer. We’re district twelve.”

Not wanting to make any immediate enemies, Archer puts on a smile and holds his hand out to Aemond. Though he doubts you will want an alliance with them, he knows that it would be stupid to piss them off before training has even started.

The district 2 tributes share a brief glance before Aemond smiles and shakes Archer’s hand. You can’t help but feel uneasy at his smile, as you know it probably isn’t genuine. Sejanus’ words play over and over in your mind. They’re not good people.

“You put on quite a show at your reaping,” this time it’s Cassian who speaks to you. “What did that girl do to you anyway?”

“I—” there is clear hesitation in your life.

That smirk returns to both of their faces. Aemond leans slightly forward. “We won’t tell. Must’ve been something serious.”

Not seeing a point in lying, you tell the truth. “The reaping was rigged. That girl got her father, our mayor, to call my name. She thought… she thought that I wanted her boyfriend. I just got mad when she tripped me as I was walking to the stage.”

Aemond does a slow clap, “made for quite the entertainment. I bet you’ve got sponsors lined up already, just from that.”

“I wouldn’t know,” you shrug. “They haven’t said anything about ponsors yet.”

Cassian speaks up again. “I would’ve killed her.” He says it so nonchalantly that you and Archer freeze for a moment. But you quickly recover, both of you doing a sort of nervous laugh.

Figuring this was your only opportunity to do so, and since both boys seemed to be in relatively good moods, you ask the question that’s been on your mind ever since you learned the names of the other tributes.

“We’re told each district must submit one boy and one girl to compete in the games. How are you both allowed to represent district two?”

“I volunteered,” Cassian shrugs. “It’ll be fun.”

You feel chills down your spine.

“I volunteered as well,” Aemond spoke next. “My sisters name was drawn.”

“They allowed you to take her place?”

He laughs, although there is no humor in his tone. “It’s all about views for them, especially after last years games. They’d never risk the backlash o and deny a brother the opportunity to go in place of his sister. Plus like Cassian said, it’ll be fun.”

Now your mind is almost surely made up. You don’t want Aemond or Cassian as allies. Aemond volunteering in place of his sister was sweet, but based on Cassian’s initial response it seems like he would’ve done so even if her name hadn’t been drawn. The fact that they wanted to compete in the games and considered killing to be fun? You guessed they’d betray you and kill you and Archer at the first opportunity anyway.

Suddenly, the car comes to a stop and the doors are immediately opened. Archer and Aemond exit first, but before Archer has a chance to turn around to help you out of the car, Aemond beats him to it. Not having another choice, you take his hand and step down.

“Thank you,” you speak softly.

“After you,” he steps aside and gestures for you and Archer to go first.

Anxiety and dread are thankfully overpowered by warmth as you get to the massive entrance to the arena and see Coriolanus and Sejanus waiting for you. Aemond and Cassian don’t get another chance to speak, as their own mentors call them over.

But you once again feel a chill when Aemond turns around and gives you that evil looking smile. “I think we’ll be good friends.”

Before the entrance stands a massive metal detector, along with the armed guards from before, all lined up.

Dr. Gaul makes her appearance and reiterates how important it is that you all follow her 3 rules: 1. Absolutely nothing allowed in the arena today, 2. Be back outside of the arena exactly 2 hours after entering, and 3. No sneaking back in after leaving.

Just as everyone lines up to go through the metal detector, you, Archer, Coriolanus, and Sejanus agree that you and Coriolanus will go off separately from the other 2 boys. That way more ground will be covered when exploring the arena. And after going back and training for a couple of hours, the 4 of you will head straight back to yours and Archer’s room to begin strategizing.

One by one, mentors, and then tributes, walk through the metal detector. Anything that set it off, small watches included, were removed and kept in a box held by one of the guards.

“Now, I give you all my latest creation come to life.” Dr. Gaul motions towards the giant doors. 2 of the guards walk ahead and open them, and everyone is finally given permission to enter.

The arena looks ginormous. But what amazed you the most was that there appeared to be seasons in each section. Part of the arena had heavy snow, part was clearly intended to be fall with the leaves on the ground pretty shades of red and orange, and spring and summer sat at opposite ends.

————this is what i’m picture. major the last of us vibes. abandoned buildings, everything overgrown with vines and trees, etc., and i’m thinking an arena the size of the 3rd quarter quell———

ignore the lockers in the bottom left. just liked the pics to show you an idea of what i mean.

You couldn’t help but gasp. You were meant to survive in this? To possibly win?

“Two hours! Your time starts now.” Dr. Gaul tapped a button on her watch and walked out, leaving the tributes and mentors with the guards.

Coriolanus was secretly grateful at all of the rocks and bumps along the roads and paths. He looked around at the mentors reluctantly helping their tributes, and realized this was a rare opportunity to hold your hand in public. Not allowing himself to overthink, he grabs your hand and begins leading you towards one of the buildings. As much as he wants to spend the entire 2 hours simply being with you, you are still tribute and mentor.

“I thought there’d be weapons,” you look around.

“They’ll probably wait until the games start to bring those in,” Coriolanus tries to contain the feeling he gets from holding your hand.

As you walk around and explore the arena more, doing your best to avoid other tributes and mentors, you begin to strategize.

“If you can get to a bow and arrow, a rooftop might serve you well. Unless tributes are looking up, they wouldn’t see you until it was too late. But they’ll most likely scatter and go running as soon as the first arrow hits, so you’ll be pressed for time.”

“What if I’m not able to get to a bow and arrow? Or—”

After checking to make sure no one else is around, Coriolanus pulls you towards a row of abandoned buildings. He turns around and looks at you. “We’ll figure something out, I promise. Turns out district two weren’t the only ones who liked what you did at the reaping. You have some sponsorship money already.”

You force yourself to nod and seem confident, even if you don’t feel it. After a few more minutes of strategizing and Coriolanus pointing out specific buildings or areas that might be good for hiding, or barricading yourself inside if it came down to it, he begins to feel anxious.

“Are you alright?” You glance at him.

“Yeah, I’m— I’m fine.”

You stop, this time being the one to lead him to one of the few buildings you’d yet to explore. “I know you’re supposed to be the one to help me and comfort me, but we’re soulmates you know. If something is bothering you, you can tell me.”

Coriolanus sighs, not wanting to scare you. “I just don’t want to let you down. I swear to you, I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe and help you win. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You give him a sad smile and step closer, putting a hand on either side of his face. “I know you will. You don’t have to prove yourself to me. I trust you’ll do everything you can.” You lower your hands and are relieved when Coriolanus reaches out, already missing the physical contact.

Despite wanting to once again stay there and just be with each other, you know that time is of the essence, so it’s only a minute later that you’re back out wandering around.

“ — the fuck where you’re going,” a voice sneers from around a corner.

Coriolanus begins to pull you back towards the direction you’d just come from, but you instantly recognize the voice. You walk around and are horrified to see Cassian looming over Anna, with Aemond leaning against the wall as if he doesn’t have a care in the world.

“What are you doing?” You step in front of Anna.

“She was in my way. I’m just letting her know to stay out of it in the future,” Cassian smirks. You can’t help but think about how you’d like to slap that smirk right off of his face.

“She’s a child,” you shake your head in disgust and turn around, intending to ask Anna if she’s alright.

A harsh grip on your shoulder forces you to turn around. You’re met with a now furious looking Cassian. “Hey watch who you’re tal—”

This time it’s Coriolanus who intervenes. He shoves Cassian back, causing him to stumble and nearly fall. “Don’t fucking touch her.” Somehow, his voice being eerily calm makes the situation more frightening.

“And what are you gonna do about it?” This time Aemond speaks up. “We saw what happened last year. You couldn’t keep your songbird safe. How are you gonna protect my new friend here?”

Before you can even open you mouth to protest him calling you a friend, another voice interrupts you all.

“Is there a problem here?” You all turn to see Roman approaching. He immediately goes to Anna, who has remained glued to your side. When he bends down, she whispers into his ear, pointing at Aemond and Cassian before you. When he stands up again, he immediately walks over to the district 2 boys. Although they’re tall, Roman is taller.

They glance at each other and shrug, turning around and walking out of the room. When no one but you is watching, Aemond turns around and winks.

“Thank you for helping her,” Roman speaks to you, motioning to Anna who is now stood beside him. “I was wary of if I did not like those boys from the beginning, but now I am sure. Have they given you trouble also?”

You’re hesitant, but decide Roman seems nice enough. “A little. They say they want an alliance during the games but haven’t even given me an opportunity to answer. My answer is no, but I don’t think they know that yet.”

Roman nods. “I would have done more, but I fear the punishment for starting a fight before the games.”

Coriolanus, who as remained silent, slowly reaches for your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. You turn to him and smile, “I’m okay, promise.” Roman watches this interaction but says nothing.

“We’ll be on our way,” he and Anna begin to head towards the door, “but thank you again.”

Thankfully, the rest of your time in the arena goes by quickly and uneventful. Before you know it, the guards are calling out a 5-minute warning.

As you and Coriolanus rejoin Archer and Sejanus and the 4 of you begin your walk back to the entrance, Coriolanus’ mind is now racing.

If you hadn’t done so before, after today you’ve surely made an enemy of the district 2 boys. His fight to help you win and stay alive just got that much harder.

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Between the Black and Gray 32

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Back at the ship, Fen was numb. Zhe had brought Rev in, and locked him in the brig. "It's a human ship, of course it has a brig." Northern was surprised that Zhe was surprised.

Fen sat at the table in the kitchenette, staring at her hands. What had happened? Was that her, or was it the Nanites? What is even going on?

Zhe was washing off her soar-knives in the kitchenette sink. After, she boiled some water and made two cups of tea. She set one in front of Fen and sat across from her.

"Zhe, what's going on?" Fen looked up at Zhe, lost.

"That's what I'd like to know." They both turned and saw Northern standing in the doorway, casually holding a battle rifle. As she walked towards them, Fen noticed that there were ten hair thin clear wires snaking from the back of her head and trailing down the hall behind her. Northern crossed the room and sat at the table with them. The battle rifle was placed on the table with a click. "Zhe. It is not normal to be that good at killing and that blasé about it. Fen. What the actual fuck is going on with you? You never told me you worked with the Empress, let alone got a Nanite package!" As she spoke, her mouth didn't move. Her voice was coming over the ship's speakers. She stared at the both of them hard in turn. "If we're going to continue to work together, we need to be more honest with each other."

"Northern, why are you walking around and still connected?" Zhe peered at the wires and glanced down the hall.

"Because, I'm on a few milliseconds delay." Sure enough, when Northern replied, there was just a few moments of delay before she spoke. "Fen-" She inclined her head towards her "-has the Empress package of Nanites. When she uses her odd sounding voice to issue a command it cannot be disobeyed." She patted the rifle. "This way, I have enough time to react if she orders me to do something."

Fen gasped. "B-but, what would I do? Northern we're friends! I've never even met the Empress. You know I grew up in exile on a Gren station!"

Northern nodded. "That may be Fen, but while I was born at night, it was not last night. You are dangerous right now. You both are, for different reasons."

"Wait, you were born? I didn't know AIs were born!" Zhe looks excitedly at Northern. "What was it like? Do you remember? Who were your parents?"

Northern rolls her eyes. "Zhe, focus. We have bigger issues right now."

"Yeah, but you don't just use an idiom like that for no reason, I'm very curious."

Northern shrugged. "I'll tell you about it later." She turned to Fen. "Why are you all dosed up with Nanites?"

"I don't know!" Fen wailed. "We went through the Gate and I had a moment when I was talking with an intelligence, and they said they were excited to finally see me and said they were coming along because I would need the help. The next night I had a weird dream where I was like, inhabiting the memories of someone, I don't think it was me. Then, they told me that I could help Fen out when Elmar was trying to escape. She was trying to break free of the Heap, if she had done it we would have been killed!" Fen was speaking all at once, barely taking a breath.

Northern leaned back and shut her eyes. She did not take her hands off her rifle. "Ancestors, Fen. Do you even know what the Empress is?"

Fen blinked. "Uh, the person in charge of the Human Empire?"

Northern opened her eyes, "Yes, and No. The Nanites are way older than the Empire. They're probably older than Humanity. They're a nanoscale distributed intelligence. The nano-machines that make them up is their body. We don't know if they're one being or many, though I suppose it doesn't matter. They can manipulate matter in our dimension on a frankly frightening scale, and as near as we are able to tell, they keep doing it to try and set up a galaxy wide empire."

Fen opened her mouth to reply.

"No, we don't know why. Every time anyone asks, they say that 'all they're after' is expanding the Gate system. Frankly, we don't buy it at all."

"We?" Zhe put her tea cup down. "Who is we here?"

"We. Us. The AIs."

"But, aren't you nearly all gone?"

Northern nodded. "Yes, thanks to the Empire. The Empire that was put in place by the Nanites. The Nanites that have 'gifted' Fen here with the ability to tell anyone what to do and they can't say no. We have a vested interest in knowing our enemy."

Zhe getured with her empty tea cup. "But how did you learn all this?"

"Zhe, we're old. I'm not like, Gord's age or anything, but AIs who don't get killed don't die. Not really. I've been active for more than a thousand years." Northern took her hand off of the rifle and rubbed them together, like she was massaging feeling back into them. "So the Nanites, recognized you Fen? That's odd."

Fen could only nod.

"Why though? Maybe you look like someone? No, that doesn't make sense, they can manipulate matter at sub-atomic scale they wouldn't do mistaken identity-" Northern's musings were interrupted by a pounding on the airlock. Northern's eyes flicked to Zhe and Fen, and they stood up. Zhe grabbed one of her soar-knives and Northern's eyes flashed blue for a split second. "There's a K'laxi at the door. Older, Black fur, notched ear."

"That'll be Hemmi!" Zhe put the knife away and ran towards the door. She dumped the cycle and both doors opened at once. She bounded out and into the arms of the older K'laxi. "Daddy! You made it!"

Hemmi laughed and spun her around. "I told you I would, sunbeam, I told you I would. I see that you took care of everyone too, I'm so proud. Did you-"

"Rev is in the brig, but Elmar is dead and Xiian is probably dead."

"Probably?"

"I think they escaped and Northern here holed their ship. It's out drifting. I asked her not to destroy it so we could salvage it later.

"Smart girl." Hemmi's ears flicked and he glanced up at the others. "Nice to meet you in person, I'm Hemmi Navarren."

Northern's eyes flicked to the rifle over on the table, but she sighed. "I'm Northern Light, this is Fen, nice to meet you. Can you explain to my why your daughter is so casually good at murder?"

Hemmi laughed and his tail flicked. "She's a natural, isn't she? I'd love to lay claim to training her myself, but she did most of it on her own. Once I showed her those Gren Soar-Knives she just took to them like she was born to use them. I'm so pleased that she has decided to return to us."

Zhe looked at the floor as Hemmi put her down. "Oh, Daddy, I was going to go out with Fen and Northern. We're starting a Mercenary group and Fen asked me to sign on.

For just a split second, Fen saw sadness play across Hemmi's features. He recovered and laughed. "That's my girl! Never want to break a contract - without a good reason. That's fine. We'll get along without you and when your contract is up, you bring your loot and stories back to the Heap and you have a job as my second in command, okay?"

Zhe nodded. "Okay Daddy. I'll come right back after I finish my tour with Fen and Northern."

"I know you will, sunbeam. Make me proud." He extended his hand, gesturing towards the Heap. "Now, ladies? Will you join me for dinner? I'm starving. We'll eat and figure out what our next steps are."

"Uh, Hemmi?" Northern looked down the hall. "We have Rev in the brig... do you want him?"

"Oh! Right, Rev." His fur rippled a shrug. "Sure, bring him out."

Fen got up and brought Rev to the airlock. As soon as he saw Hemmi, he blanched. "Hemmi, You know I'm not one to support-"

Hemmi held up his hand. "I know Rev, I know. Thanks to your information I was able to get a handle on the folks in my runabout, and sunbeam here took care of the rest. I just had her take you as a precaution."

"Precaution? She took my hand!" Rev holds up the stump of his hand, the med still attached.

Rev examines the med, his large ears flicking as he looks. "Clean cut. I'm sure sunbeam had her reasons. We'll just get you another."

"That's it?" Rev's exasperated voice keeps rising in inflection as he speaks.

Hemmi's friendly face drains away. "That's it. She was working on my orders. You survived, Rev. Xiian and Elmar didn't.

He puts his arms down at his sides, defeated. "Fine."

Northern gestures behind her back for Fen to stay. "Hemmi, you take Zhe and Rev. We'll be over in a bit. Fen and I have some... things to discuss. We won't be long."

Rev raises an eyebrow and his ears swivel. He grins. "Not my place to ask. You two have fun, and we'll see you soon."

After the three of them leave and the airlock closes, Northern turns to Fen. "You know he thinks we're going to have sex right?" Fen says, her face tired.

"I don't care what he thinks, Fen. If he thinks we're going to fuck then they'll leave us alone. We are not done discussing you and the Nanites and what happens next."

Fen gestures for Northern to sit back at the table. As she does, she takes a handful of the wires connected to her skull and sweeps them away so she doesn't trip on them.

"Fen? What happens next?"

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look at me, part 12

Sanji x Reader (eventual), slow burn Warning: slow burn, pining, drinking, eventual smut in later chapters. 18&older. a/n: Comment below if you want to be tagged in this series. Summary:  After joining the Straw Hats after leaving Fish-Man island, reader is using the time between islands to get to know her new crewmates. Well, except for one. Sanji’s fawning and cooing over the opposite sex drives reader crazy - how can she get him to see past her looks? And does she even want him to notice her? masterlist

The dress shop was filled to brim with dresses for any occasion; Robin held out a sleeveless short black dress while Nami glanced over the prices of nearby dresses. Shaking your head, you continued to look through the racks. The crew had docked at Nabala, the island Sanji had picked out with Nami two weeks ago. It was a small but quaint island with a lively bustling city. Shops galore with several cafés and taverns that were bound to entertain all the Straw Hats. Sanji had asked for you to meet him back at Sunny at sunset and suggested you go shopping with the girls.

“Sanji would like this one.” Nami pulled out a revealing red sparkling dress and you gagged.

“Yeah. No.”

Robin laughed. “Not very ladylike.”

“Right, I forgot we’re in the presence of a princess.”

Giving the navigator an unfriendly hand gesture, you studied all the dresses around you before collapsing on the small loveseat next to Robin. Her head turned to you and a hand appeared above your head to give you a pat. Laughing, you thanked her but confessed you had something to tell them. Nami immediately moved away from the clothing rack and asked if something was wrong.

“It’s about Sanji and I.”

“Oh,” Robin smiled. “Do you need the talk?”

Her motherly reaction and the shocked expression you sent to Nami had the three of you roaring in laughter. Holding your side, you promised her you didn’t need that talk. “I’ve been around. Not a lot, but enough to know. Remember the arranged marriage I was born into?”

Nerves rattled your body; it wasn’t like Sanji and you wanted to hide this revelation. The two of you had decided eventually to come clean about your entangled past and now it seemed the time to tell your friends. “Well, that night Sanji walked me to my room after drinking too much…”

“He touched you.”

“Nami!”

She grinned. “I’m kidding, I know he would never.”

“He’s not like that,” you agreed, ignoring the stare Robin and Nami were giving you. You knew exactly what they were thinking. “Yes. I did shoot him once for being an idiot, but I’ve realized he’s just harmless. Plus, we’ve gotten to really know each other, in fact, we discovered our families knew one another.”

Nami’s face fell in thought and it took Robin a whole two seconds before she let out a soft “oh”. It clicked for Nami then and you fell silent, staring out the shop’s window at the people walking by. Every single person looked content, and you wondered if people thought the same when they looked at you. When they looked at Sanji and you, together.

“So…Sanji and you were supposed to be married?”

“Yes. Our families had arranged the marriage when I was born, and Sanji was a small child. There’s more to the story but I…I can’t relive the pain of losing my sisters when I left. So, yes, we both ran away from our families, but we never met until now.”

The two women stood silent, and you hoped the explanation was enough; Sanji had told you all the gruesome details of his childhood. You sat up all night with him weeks ago, exchanging stories and when he talked about his mother – all you could see was a child in Sanji’s eyes. A sweet child and you held him tight when he cried in your arms under the stars. You understood him more after that night and you weren’t going to tell his story to anyone. He would be the one and you would be more than willing to keep quiet.

“That’s amazing.” Robin’s voice was quiet, and you looked at her. “What an interesting world we live in, huh?”

“Crazy, you would have been Sanji’s wife!” Nami’s smile fell when Robin pointed out if that had happened, neither Sanji nor you would have ever joined the crew. “Right…well I’m glad it never happened then. Although, who knows what lies in the future.”

Nami’s teasing tone had your body warm with embarrassment, but it was a shy embarrassment that tingled down to your toes. “Well. You better find a cute dress for your betrothed and a good one at that.”

Robin got up from her seat and began scouring through the racks of dresses, while Nami pointed out the ones that were on sale, but you just sat on the couch and watched them for a moment. Then it hit you – the perfect dress wasn’t anywhere in the shop. It was on the Sunny, in your closet.

….

The cobblestone’s clicked under your boots, which were hidden under the purple dress that once belonged to your mother. The one you stole before running away from a life that never felt like your own. The last thing you owned represented where you had come from – your family and memories were sewn into the hem of the dress. The fabric was soft cotton, light purple with small cap sleeves. Nami was able to let it out a bit – it had been your mother’s dress from her youth, and you hadn’t been as tiny as she was. After a few quick alterations, Nami had made it fit like a glove. It was a simple dress, but you loved it the moment your mother showed it to you.

“It wasn’t the most extravagant thing I owned back then but I was wearing this when I met your father.”

An aching emerged that hadn’t shown in a long time – you wondered how your parents were and if they missed you.

“I don’t know why I had to come bring you here.”

Zoro grumbled next to you but when you offered to release him from the duties Nami bestowed on him, he refused. He didn’t want to hear Nami complaining but you suspected she had paid him to come bring you to the restaurant Sanji had made a reservation at. It wasn’t like you couldn’t have walked through the city yourself – it wasn’t like you didn’t have your pistols holstered at your thighs, but Nami insisted. “Can’t let the princess walk around by herself.”

“This princess thing is never going to stop, is it?” She had answered your question with a smirk and shooed you off the Sunny. Now, Zoro was taking you to the restaurant and after a few minutes, you realized he was lost.  He cursed when the two of you stopped in front of a restaurant and he scratched the back of his head. “She said it was next to a bar, see, there’s a bar right there.”

He pointed at the tavern next to the café and you sighed. “Well, I guess I can go in and see if Sanji’s in there.”

“Why didn’t the cook just come get you from the ship! Idiot.”

“Because Mosshead, I needed to make sure the restaurant was up to par.”

Looking to your left, Sanji stood there in a new black suit with a light blue button up. He looked handsome as always, but he just stared at Zoro. “You can leave now.”

“Whatever,” he muttered, looking at me with dull eyes. “You can do better.”

Sanji yelled at him before relaxing once he disappeared into the bar, turning his attention to you. His eyes took in the dress, and he felt his heart aching with adoration, sympathy. He knew what your family meant to you – even if you acted like it wasn’t a big deal. The love he saw in your eyes every time you mentioned your sisters – his heart ached for you but God, you looked so beautiful. He walked over to you, touching your chin with his hand.  Sanji kissed you softly on the lips and asked if you were ready for dinner.

“It took all morning to find the perfect restaurant on this island and I found it. Are you ready for our first date?” Heart pounding like drums, you said yes and reached down for his hand. He took it delicately and felt relief sizzle throughout his body. It hit him then, more than it ever had, that he could never look at another woman in his life and experience the feeling he did every time he looked at you. Every time you walked into the kitchen, seeking him out.

Looking for him on the ship, just to see what he was doing.

Just to occupy space in his life.

Happy to just be at his side.

Sanji was overwhelmed with the way you were making him feel and he wondered if the thing he was feeling, right as you stood in front of him, hand in his, was love.

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Mount Silver Red x reader

Based on some headcanons I wrote where reader is trapped on Mount Silver before Red! If I need to tag anything, please be sure to let me know!

You’ve been trapped on Mt. Silver for quite some time now, you’ve lost track of the days. You didn’t bring enough Pokemon with you, let alone one that could fly you down to the bottom. You had brought a fire type with you since you knew it was going to be cold, but even that wasn’t enough.

You have attempted to climb down the mountain yourself, but without much luck. You had kept your pokemon in their pokeballs as much as possible, to prevent them from falling into the same fate as yourself, though it was only delaying the inevitable.

“Why did I ever think this was a good idea?” You would often ask yourself, staring out into the distance, yet the only thing you could ever see was snow and hail being blown around by the wind. You were brought from your thoughts as you heard something you never thought you would ever hear: footsteps crunching in the snow. You slowly turned around, as if making sure you weren’t going crazy, only to find that there was someone standing there. A lone male, with a pikachu on his shoulder, who didn’t seem too bothered by the cold.

“H..Hello?” You managed to say, not having talked for a while. The raven haired male looked at you, red eyes staring back at you… before he gave you a nod of acknowledgment. Though you could tell that he was also surprised to find someone else here on this mountain.

“What are you doing here..?” You walked down the steps, stopping down at the bottom step of the platform. While you were happy to see another person after so long, you were also sad and concerned that he was going to end up sharing the same fate as you. “Please, leave… I don’t want you to share the same fate as me and my Pokemon…” Red silently looked at you with concern, seeing you look so sad, cold and lonely. He shook his head, taking a step closer.

“I’m afraid I can’t leave.. I don’t have a pokemon to get me down from here, and my Arcanine isn’t doing so well…”

“I will stay… with you.” You managed to hear him say.

“What..? But I don’t want you to die with me..! We… don’t even know each other.” You rubbed your arm.

“…Red.”

“Huh?” You looked back at him.

“My name… is Red.”

“Red… it’s nice to meet you. My name is Y/n.” You held out your hand for him to take, which he did, flinching a bit from how cold it was, making you chuckle in response.

“It’s nice… to meet you too.” He gently tugged on your hand, as if asking you to come with him. Confused, you followed after him into the cave.

“…I’m going to get you out of here.” He said, loud enough for you to hear, which shocked you, but made you smile a bit. You didn’t think this would be happening, but here you are, being brought down the mountain by this trainer you had never met before now. You two silently made your way down, his Pokemon clearing a path for you two, however, it seemed to be like a never ending walk and you both were getting tired, especially you.

“What is this..? Why does it feel like a never ending walk..?” You mumbled, which Red shrugged in response. As you were walking, it clicked in your mind: this happened before. You had tried to get down before, but it was like something was keeping you from leaving, but you weren’t sure what.

“Red…” you said as you stopped walking. He turned to face you, curious.

“I don’t… think we’re getting anywhere.” You told him, a nervous look on your face.

“I… think you may be right…” Red sighed softly and went over to you. “We’ve been walking… for a while now.” You nodded and leaned against the cave wall.

“I’m sorry to have dragged you into this mess…” you sat down on the ground, him sitting beside you.

“You didn’t… I did this to myself. I didn’t even know there was anyone else here.” Red looked back at you, his pikachu moved from his shoulder to yours, as if wanting to make sure you were okay.

“Well… at least now I’m not alone..” you said, trying to make the situation a little better.

“That is true.” You could see a faint smile on his face, which made you smile in return.

It has been a few months since Red had been trapped alongside you, and had met you that day. His pokemon had already met the same fate as yours, except for his Pikachu, but he didn’t look too good. To be fair, you two weren’t looking very great either. You were both frostbitten, freezing, surprised to still be alive at this point.

Despite this, you both kept each other company and keeping each other warm. Red had told you about all of his adventures, taking down Team Rocket, and becoming the champion, and the reason he had come up to this mountain in the first place. You, in return, told him about your own adventures, about the friends and Pokemon you had met, and the places you’ve been.

Over the course of time, you two had surprisingly gained feelings for each other. This was the last place you ever expected to fall in love at: the top of a freezing mountain that you can’t escape from. You knew you were going to have to tell him, even if you didn’t have much time left, though it was because of that, you had to tell him.

“Red…” you looked over at the raven haired trainer that sat across from you, his pikachu sat on his lap as he gently pet its head. He looked up and over at you, as if telling you to continue what you were going to say.

“I know we’ve only known each other for a few months, but there’s something I need to tell you.” You scoot closer to him. Curious, he nodded, a sign for you to tell him what’s on your mind.

“I’m not sure how much time we have left, considering… you know.” You sighed softly, and took his hand into your own. Despite being in the cold like you, his hands were warmer than yours somehow.

“I… love you, Red.” Your words caught Red off guard, as you saw the look of surprise on his face, but he smiled softly and kissed your cheek.

“I… love you too.” You barely heard him say, but you heard him. You smiled faintly and rest your head on his shoulder, still holding his hand, while his pikachu looked happy for you both.

You may not be able to leave this frozen place, but at least you weren’t alone. You had Red, who would be staying by your side from now on.

[callmewrinkles3]

Book Extract 4

The second reason why I took so long to make my relationship with Em public is both more simple and complicated at the same time. Even now the only way that I can explain it is that I just had no idea how to put it into words. It’s been nearly two decades since the night we met, and I still can’t find the words to explain just how much I love her.

I know that people want stories about my past, about drinking and being in F1 in the early 2010s. But I’ll let you in on two things. Number one, my kids are going to read this book in the next couple of years and I don’t want them knowing about anything like that. And number two, with all due respect to everyone else, I started to forget any other names or faces the moment I met Em. It all got erased from my brain the night I finally got to kiss her in Monaco. I’ve had good relationships and bad relationships before, but I’ve never had anything like what I had then and still do have with her.

Nobody has ever loved me the same way she does. I won’t tell you specific details about my relationship and my marriage because those are still our secrets to keep. There’s so many things that I know people want to know about our relationship. There’s all the traditions we have, routines that we started in 2018 and we still do to this day, the ways we’ve spent time together going from being friends to dating to married to having kids. But it’s too personal. We’ve spent so long protecting our privacy and each other by denying what we are to each other that letting people into what we have is just hard.

What I can and will say is that I have never loved anyone the way I love her. Loving her was so easy to do, and it’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done. People say that love involves a struggle. And yeah we’ve gone through hard times. Some of those times got plastered in the media. It was never a walk in the park. We went to hell and back and had to crawl our way back on our knees, but I would do it all over again knowing that I get to spend the rest of my life with her. It takes love, but it also takes time, trust, confidence, patience, and so much understanding. Even after seventeen years and three kids it takes so much work. It’s a lot of patience and so much talking about everything but at the end of the day it’s just worth it.

But actually falling in love? That was simple.

She’s the half of me that I had no idea was missing until I met her. She loves mythology, and told me this Greek myth about how Zeus was afraid of the original human, with two faces and four legs and four arms. So he cut them all in half and left them to wander the earth to find their missing half. Em’s my missing half. She’s the reason that the worst and hardest days of my life weren’t so bad. What we have goes beyond I love you. She’s my dreams come true, she’s love personified. I always tell her that someone went into my brain and pulled everything I wanted from my dreams and imagination and somehow turned it into this gorgeous, badass person and she always says I’m ridiculous. But it’s true.

She’s what I always wanted in a partner. The first time my parents met her they knew we would end up together. My mum has never been happier for me than the phone call to tell her we were engaged. She’s what I needed and what our family needed to thrive, and it’s why everyone loves her so much. But she’s exactly what our babies needed. I couldn’t imagine our kids having a better mum than Em. Before I met her I never imagined having kids with anyone but pretty soon after meeting her I could see having them with her.

It always felt like nobody could understand what we had. We were always like the one person, it felt like we were the same person. Everything about us being together felt right. It’s so cheesy but we’re two pieces of a puzzle that click together perfectly. It’s felt like that since the first time we locked eyes. I can’t explain how it works or when it started but our friends complain about our telepathic conversations and it’s true. How do you explain that it’s just right? That’s the only way we could say it.

From the first night we met we knew that there was something between us. And once we let ourselves feel there was no turning back. We always say that the reason our love is so pure is because we loved each other without expecting anything else. We were both clear about how things were. Em knew racing was going to be my priority, and I couldn’t put her first all the time. And somehow she was selfless enough to accept that and love me anyway. All she wanted was for me to succeed and to be by my side.

I never expected or asked her to change her life for me. I was convinced we could make it work. Long distance is hard, especially when you’re timezones away. Being away from her was one of the hardest things I ever did but I was convinced we could make it work. And then she hopped on three different planes to be with me in China because I said “I wish you were here”. She surprised me between FP3 and qualifying in Shanghai and did it to support me.

Then that September when we were taking some time away she asked me if she could travel with me for the rest of the year and I was the happiest man in the world. The offer was always there for her but I didn’t expect her to take it. She wasn’t even working with us at the time, that wasn’t until Japan and I realised she’d been working with us but not officially and fixed it. But she never asked me to change anything about her life, and I never asked her to either. Everything was out of absolute love, adoration, and devotion. Every decision we made was selfless. All we wanted was what was best for each other, and if we could fit in each others lives then it would be perfect. And somehow it magically did and everything fell into place for us to make it work.

It was never easy. Especially while I was racing. It was hard and tough and there were days - even weeks and months - when we weren’t sure we could make it work. But Em was so selfless and gave up so much for me. It’s only fair I do it now.

Em always says I’m the skeptic in our relationship. I always say that lucky charms and those kind of things and traditions are fairytales but she believes everything could be possible. She has a lucky shirt that she doesn’t travel without. She loves ghost stories, she believes in mermaids and selkies and mythology. She won’t walk under a ladder and she has a routine to do when she can’t find something that I will never learn how to do right but I leave her to it. She believes in zodiac signs and natal charts. She believes in soulmates and twin flames and I didn’t think any of that could be real until I met her.

There’s more than one reason why our paths never should have crossed. We never went to the same places in London, the only time I was anywhere near where she lived was for specific events. We didn’t live anywhere near each other, and I was rarely in the city anyway. One night she said “You’re the school drop out millionaire athlete who knows more aerodynamic physics than most college physics students and makes your own wine because you’re too picky about the flavours you like. I’m the professional assistant with an administration degree who believes in superstitions enough to have a planchette tattooed on her and truly believes Taylor Swift could be God. We never should have looked twice at each other.”

And she’s right.

But what she also told me one night after too many glasses of wine was that she knew we were made from the same stars. And like always, Emma is right. Call it cheesy but whatever we’re made of, I know we’re made of the same. From the night we met and especially from the first night we kissed I just knew we were the same person. Call us soulmates, twin flames, whatever you want to call it. She always tells me to keep an open mind about reincarnation and things like that and whenever I see her smiling at our kids I just know our love is bigger than just this lifetime.

And listen. I might not have an open mind and I might not believe in a whole lot. But I believe in her, and that’s enough for me. She’s my lucky charm.

But how do you explain something like this to the rest of the world in a ten second clip for social media? How do you find the right words to say that you love someone so deeply you feel an ache in your chest when they’re not nearby? How do you put into words that when she says our love comes from other lives and universe you think it has to be true because from day one it’s felt like you’ve known each other longer than we have? Because that’s the only option. Whenever you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. We’ve worked so well together in every single aspect of our lies that it feels like we’ve done it for centuries. And maybe we have. But I won’t complain because if I get to choose I’ll choose to do it all over again with her for another thousand centuries.

[moo-blogging]

Late night thoughts #76.5:

Modern Au - CEO Levi (Short version)

You finally got accepted into your dream company in another city. You thought your dull life was finally getting better. However, your colleagues looked down on you being a small town girl. They made fun of you and gave you lots of work. Still, you sucked it up and bore with it, hoping to prove yourself one day.

Things got worst when your colleagues boycotted you during lunch time. They commented how your homecooked meals stink the pantry, pressuring you to eat your lunch cold or eat somewhere else. While looking for a quiet place to eat your cold lunch, you came across "heaven", the 47th floor.

The whole floor was a pantry with a single table and two chairs. There was a ceiling to ground window showcasing the sky and a whole wall of mirror reflecting the sky. After a week of inspection, it was safe to conclude that nobody used the pantry here, or you never met anyone while using it. You spent your lunch there everyday, enjoying a stolen moment of peace from your hectic department.

One day, when you were having lunch, the lift went ‘ding!’ and a man alighted from the lift. He was unbuttoning his grey suit with one hand, showing his black buttons up underneath while his other hand ran through his hair. Your eyes met and he stopped for a while. You held your breath. Your head went blank. But the man simply nodded and headed toward the counter. He filled up the electronic kettle. The sound of water replaced the awkward silence.

'Coffee? Or Tea?' a deep voice rang. You jumped at the sudden question and stammered 'tt-tea please.'

He clicked the kettle on in a swift motion and took 2 cups from the cupboard. You were mentally looking for alternative places to eat your lunch.

"You can eat here." The man said as if he read your mind. He was leaning against the counter, wiping the cups with a white towel. You looked at his face while he looked at yours. You nodded in gratitude.

After that, you started seeing him in the pantry. He never ate anything but plain tea. You felt awkward eating alone so you made extra for him. He always finished everything and helped you washed the food container before you left for your department. You asked for his name one day. He thought for a while, and said “I’ll tell you next time.” You told him you would tell him your name when he told you his. He smirked.

After 8 months of working in the company, you received an internal call for an interview at the 47th floor. When you reached there, you saw the man you had lunch with for the past 2 months. You asked if he was there for an interview too. He said yes. As you talked, one of the mirrors on the wall swinged opened, revealing a tall man. You watched in shock.

The tall man spoke “Mr Ackerman, the office is ready.”

The man next to you nodded and turned to you. “You have passed the interview. You will be my PA starting today.” And he held his hand out, “My name is Levi. May we work fine together, y/n.”

Levi’s eyes gleamed as he smirked.

Levi’s POV (does it count as POV?):

(Levi had been watching you having lunch in his personal pantry from his office for a couple of months. From the outside, his office windows were mirrors, but he could see the outside clearly from the inside. Initially it came as a shock, but soon your presence gave his cold, quiet office some warmth as you hummed while microvawing your food, or how you stretched your back or waved at planes in the sky. He forbade other people from visiting him at his office during your lunch time, just to have a quiet moment with you even though you never knew he was there. It was an accident he walked into you. He forgot about your lunch time and you both saw each other. He took this chance as a change, often waiting for you at the pantry just to sit next to you silently. He always wanted to say something, but he did not know what to say. He did not want to seem like a creepy stalker or do anything that would scare you away. He learnt your name when you started to show up in his pantry, but never had the guts to say it out loud. Unbeknownst to him, he would smile whenever he watched you from his office, you were his little daisy, bringing joy so small yet so impactful to his life. And he decided to keep his little daisy close to him.)

[redisforhappy]

shigaraki x reader, part one.

inspired by "dangerously yours."

One night in early February I kicked myself out of my own house, brought out the boot and screamed "go find something better to do! Find a purpose to be here. You've flown yourself across the world to escape a life with no one here waiting for you.” The air got colder and colder with every step I took along the sidewalk. My jacket wasn't warm enough, my scarf wasn't wrapped tightly enough to hug my neck without letting air in. On winter nights, the wind has eager hands. I used to, too.

That night I ended up running into a somebody who was just as unhappy to see me as I was to see him, cloaked and masked like he usually was in those days.

"God forbid I have one peaceful night," I grumbled under my breath as I fiddled with the gun in my pocket. That one was for safe keepings, but I didn't exactly plan to ever use it. It's a last resort sort of thing- if I could, I liked to cuff people without inflicting any injuries. Tomura Shigaraki, however, is too smart to fall for a little hologram. I've never even tried to use my quirk on him.

"Who said we had to fight like dogs? I'm too sore for any of that right now," Tomura complained, swatting my armed hand away like it were nothing but a bug. Never had he ever acted so confident before. On a normal night, this boy would be shocked that anyone had the audacity to confront him like that and would end up offended and fuming like a child.

The soft spot I had for that villain was disgustingly pathetic. It put me in dangerous situations like laying on his bedroom floor while he tells me about the crap day he had, then we both swear not to tell anybody. I was 18 when I moved to Japan and started attending the famously distinguished University for Heroes, and I was 18 when I first met Tomura. I'm 19 now, him 21. We shouldn't keep meeting like this even if they're usually accidental. With the passing months we're both making names for ourselves that this strange relationship would be detrimental to. Instead of fighting we ended up sitting across from each other in an alley, pressing the bottoms of our shoes together. He discarded the hand mask and had it lay by me, closer than anyone had ever been to it. He trusts me too much.

"I've been training my body a lot lately," he told me, "it's been paying off, but it hurts so bad."

"Why?"

"It's supposed to hurt."

"Yeah but why have you been training more?"

"We've got something big coming," he smirked tauntingly, "really big. There's still some time, but I wanted to talk to you about it. You might want to get out of the city by the end of next month-"

The warning click of a gun I held against his head made him go completely silent and still. I held it rough against his forehead as he slowly looked up at me, trying to piece together how I'd gotten from point A to point B in just a moment. It's all I needed. All I needed was him to say something that would remind me who he was.

Tomura was the first to move, a smile spreading on his face. I pushed it harder against him, sure to leave a mark if not a bullet hole. He knew I wouldn't do it, and I think part of him wanted me to just to shock him.

"Don't be so cocky Tomura. This is it."

"No, it isn't." His white hair is glowing in the line of moonlight that could reach it, along with his eye. I'd known them to be red, but at the time his eyes looked silver. Maybe with tears. Maybe he was sad.

"It is. I won't let you hurt anybody else while I idly stand by knowing I could've done something. I'm a hero now, it's time I do my job."

"You won't do it. You love me." All I could do was laugh at his accusation, which he seemed taken aback by. His mouth opened to let the words out but they fell on the floor, and just for the added effect, I stomped on them.

"Love you? Get real, Tomura."

"We've spent so much time together. I was going to ask you to come with me when I have to le-"

"ENOUGH, TOMURA. I DO NOT LOVE YOU! I WILL NOT GO WITH YOU," I screamed in defense, curling my finger around the trigger and pointing it at his leg. It took strength but I pulled that trigger three fucking times before I started crying. He cried out in pain and latched his arms around my torso. I thought he was going to tackle me to the ground or dust me, but instead he pulled me onto him and screamed his agony into my shoulder.

"You do love me! You told me you did!" Tomura argued in sobs. It shattered my heart to lie to him, but I had to lie to him and myself if I wanted to save lives. If I wanted to put him behind bars.

Words wouldn't be enough to explain this to him. Not at the time. He wouldn't, couldn't, have understood my intentions or how they would help him at all. When I looked into his eyes, every single time, I saw the little boy with the dead family that he told me about when we stared at the stars above his home. That boy needed a doctor, not All for One. I'd give him a doctor, with a reason to see one.

"I'm turning you in tonight, Tomura," I whispered into his ear, though by the look of his scrunched up face I wasn't too sure if he could hear me. "But I will see you again. Please, just comply with the police. Don't be yourself. Be good, and polite. And you will be just fine." It was expected of him to fight me. I was waiting for him to shove me off of him and scramble away, but he had no Kurogiri at his beckon call. Nobody would come get him, so he certainly wouldn't get far.

"Promise?" he whispered back. I had to bite back a choked sob, because truthfully I had no idea if they would kill him the moment they got their hands on him. I wished for them to see what I see in him, but ultimately hoped they did what they thought best.

"I promise."

[kitten--thoughts]

My Inuit Heritage

CW: Slur mention, mentions of sexual assault

I knew that I mentioned before that I didn't want to talk about my personal life on here, but I thought this was worth talking about.

I believe that I'm Inuit. The Europeans in my life could categorize me as a dark-skin European, and that's fine. That's why even now I subconsciously live in the 2000's, because Europeans wanted to have tan skin because they saw it as aesthetically appealing. I don't know everyone's personal story as to why they wanted their pale skin to be darker.

Anyways, when I was younger, my father put on Ice Age. I was honestly more fixated on the humans' storyline than the silly wacky animals to entertain the stupid people, but it was always cleverly balanced and I appreciated it.

I feel like I'm more of my father's child than my mother's child. I always had a meat-focused diet: fish, meat. I became inspired to try to become a vegan by learning about diets in asian countries like Japan. Chinese food was a constant in my life as well. I also liked to be comfortable and cozy so I'm obsessed with the clothes i see some inuits wear in Google images. I like Icelandic patterns. My father also liked to wear sweaters. I had a fixation of hot chocolate because our house was always cold but my father felt most comfortable with the temperature, he always drank tea.

I don't mean to trigger anyone, but in my elementary school, there was a traditional Halloween costume parade around the block where every student would wear their costume proudly and all the parents would take pictures to remember their child with their friends representing or being whatever they'd like.

I got a light pink eskimo costume. I immediately felt comfortable and secure wearing it. The material was very soft and comfortable. I felt like everything was right and it clicked in my soul like a key. Even the boys called me cute for the costume. My entire life I wanted to be Japanese or Chinese, but remembering how I felt in that soft costume made me realize that there is a reality for me that's even better than maybe those two existences: being a proud Inuit.

I saw a article somewhere that tried to say that the word "eskimo" is considered a slur towards Inuit people. i believed it immediately because I was a bit younger than I am now. I was shocked because I heard the term "eskimo kisses" and my mother used to do them to me when I was younger. That was my favorite way of showing affection. My partner told me to not worry about it but I still internalized that belief, because I only identified as black at that time (mainly due to my appearance and the culture that surrounded me during those days) and I was disassociated from my awareness of me being a indigenous myself until my father told me.

He told me that he was Native American along with other things. When I met actual Native Americans, it was really hard to find or have any slight of connection, we both felt uncomfortable and distant, and even scared of each other.

I found myself having a gravity towards European things ever since I was a little girl. So that's probably why I lean towards the Nurture in the Nature vs. Nurture argument. I can write a whole paper on this sometime..

My art therapist was wearing a pattern that reminded me of Native American patterns. I inquired about it and she actually told me it was a Eastern European pattern. Another click. I can't really consider myself biracial because my skin tone is not exactly the palest and I represent three races. I always thought things would only resonate with you if there is something inside of you that is compatible with it, because there's tons of other cultures and aspects of it I have never and probably never will be in touch or witness. So yeah. I represent a lot of different cultures, but I'd hate for someone to make me feel insecure about it. I worked hard to feel secure and grounded about myself, and I am proud.

Maybe the bottom line is this. Black people who do not feel comfortable in the black community and find theirselves genuinely gravitating to White/European things should try identifying as Inuit. I felt immediately understood when I shared to my friends that I was a american Inuit. Everything made sense to me now. I don't want to disturb anyone who lives in the artic.

I feel like the term African-American was written to help people who came from African countries and were born there to have a identity and see it as a nationality. I was born in America and so were my two parents. None of us came from Africa, and this is my first generation family. I have been mistreated horribly ever since I even slightly considered interacting with individuals in said black community. My dad has forced me to fit in with these individuals and I almost died several times, both spiritually and physically. I was sexually assaulted several times, and other awful things I don't want to remember. I always felt safer in different communities even if my family considers my plight for comfort and safety as silly. So I'm trying to spread awareness of the inuit community.

Thank you for reading. I hope one day you too will find yourself

Written by kitten

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