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daydream-cement · 1 year

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Hello Kaley!

I was thinking about a prompt for Larissa x Fern.

Happening a week after Fern resuscitation, how did the staff react? Did she not tell her fam? What did Larissa and Fern do? Besides sexy stuff 😂 you can write the smut for that bit but not 100% necessary in my part. I’m entrigued by the students and staff finding out that she was alive ‘cause they all seemed to love her. 💗

If you are planning on something for the fic along this lines do ignore me 🌝

Thanks!

-Ana

You’re Alive?

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Authors Note: “besides sexy stuff” you are hilarious

Larissa was adamant that you visit the doctor before she let you begin working again as botany professor. You passed all the physical exams and Larissa seemed a little disappointed a doctor didn’t say that you should stay in bed for her to dote after you. You were ready the following Monday. Part of you wished you had taken a picture to always remember the look on your students’ faces that morning when they strolled into class.k

The mixture of confusion and awe was high when you walked from the greenhouse into the main classroom. It was surprising to hear the voice that spoke up first. Wednesday Addams spoke up with a real smile on her face, you had never seen her smile before, “You’re alive?”

You only smile, giving the students an opportunity to adapt to your presence and ask questions. Wednesday persisted, seeming all too interested in your death and life experience, “You cheated death?”

“It seems like I did.” You offer, ready to field the next question.

“But we buried you. Are you a zombie?” Ajax looked a little nervous, looking around at his classmates to see if everyone else was seeing the same thing.

“I am not a zombie.” You didn’t feel quite comfortable telling the students about your extensive relationship with the surrounding forest.

“What brought you back? WAS IT THE POWER OF LOVE? Because you love Principal Weems?” Enid stood from her chair and leaned over the top of her desk, waiting adamantly for your reply.

“Yes. It was the power of love.” You response was a little sarcastic, but these students didn’t need to know the extent in which the forest watched everything. You saw some of the class go doe-eyed at how cute your response was while the other class looked like they could be sick, “You should have seen Principal Weems though. She had a sword fight with Crackstone and won.”

The advanced botany students went wide eyed. Most of them had been face to face with the pilgrim and they were shocked to hear your statement.

“I don’t believe that.” You hear Bianca’s skepticism.

“Well let me tell you what really happened to cause my death and then you’ll see how I was saved by the power of love.” You went over the story in basic details but really embellished the achievements of Larissa and Rowan. They were the real hero’s of the story. You just benefited from their heroism by coming back to life. The story seemed to satisfy them and even become enamored with Principal Weems.

Wednesday stopped you after class, her words in her typical monotone cadence, “You are my hero. Cheating death is the ultimate victory.”

You were going to brag to Larissa about that one to tonight.

Later that day, you felt the eyes of fellow staff members staring at you. Rowan put on her best ‘scary dog’ face and glared at them if they looked at you too long.

They knew more than the students did about the whole incident as it was a threat to the entire school. Rowan, being the blabbermouth that she was, had shared many of the other details of Larissa bringing you back to life. It seemed like the power of love was the most compelling reason to why you came back to life. Yet none of the other teachers actually stopped you to talk to you about the situation.

You really didn’t care. After everything that happened, you were happy to have Larissa, Rowan, and a engaged classroom of students.

That night you made sure to brag to Larissa about being Wednesday’s hero to which she replied, “She doesn’t need another bad influence.”

“You wound me.” You turn and lay your body across Larissa’s lap. You both had been enjoying time on the sofa together when you remembered the conversation from class this morning, “The students believe I was saved by the healing powers of love.”

“Hm, the healing powers of love…” Larissa chucked and placed a hand on your cheek. She was on her phone, playing a game to unwind.

Your students weren’t exactly wrong. You had been healed by love. Larissa’s love to plant the tree. Larissa’s love to try to save you. Rowan and Larissa’s love for you and Nevermore. Ultimately you had told the students the truth in a way, and now students believed you and Larissa were two of the coolest people at Nevermore.

#larissa weems #fanfic #wednesday netflix #gwendoline christie #stately sequoia #oneshot #larissa weems x oc #the cedars have eyes #violet and rose

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theringers · 3 years

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illicit affairs - pierre gasly

summary: “It's born from just one single glance but it dies, and it dies, and it dies, a million little times”

request: You asked for angst so… Taylor swift’s illicit affairs based imagine with mr gasly?

a/n: this request came to me just a few hours ago but as soon as i listened to the song with this in mind i couldn’t stop writing so enjoy lovelies xoxo

“request: So i was thinking maybe that pierre and the reader sleep with each other but pierre has a gf🌝” is wife good enough???

warnings: nsfw, 18+, smut, angst, cheating, sex ig

missing the days on tumblr of b&w gifs so i’m including this one to get ya thinking bc it’s what inspired me xoxo

The sun was beating down in the paddock where you walked hand in hand with your husband. A photographer was seated a few feet away and tried to grab your attention for a quick shot. “Y/n, over here,” they said. You smiled and waved to appease them.

It was a hectic weekend in Austria, the second race of a double-header. You wandered as you people watched, one of your favorite hobbies. Your eyes met with Pierre’s in the Alpha Tauri garage, sending chills all the way through your body.

“You okay?” Your husband looked down at you to make sure you were comfortable, taking notice of your shivers. He knew that sometimes this whole environment could be too overwhelming for you.

You nodded in response. “I’m okay.” You smiled at him, thankful for his sweet gesture. Even on race weekends, you were a top priority for him. You looked past your husband and saw Pierre still focused on you. He was in his white fireproof suit, half of it hanging around his waist, and messing with his earbuds, but his gaze was directed anywhere else but his garage.

Sweat started to pool on your palms and you’d hoped Max didn’t notice. He didn’t need anything else to worry about today except for winning the race. In the distance, Pierre pulled his undershirt up to wipe off the sweat on his face, exposing his tanned and toned abdomen. You took a deep breath, starting to feel faint. He wasn’t doing anything on purpose but your mind couldn’t help but think back to a few weeks ago.

“C’mon buddy!” You patted your legs, trying to get your dog off the couch. You held his leash in your hand. “Wanna go for a walk?” The word walk sending him and his curly golden hair barreling full speed at you. You laughed at him and put his leash on, heading out the door.

It was a hot summer morning in Monaco and despite the fact that you had no effort to do anything today, you decided to get up and take Winston for a walk. After you got home, you could relax and settle in for the rest of the day.

Max had left yesterday for the UK. He was working on a promotional photoshoot for one of his sponsors and was supposed to be gone for at least a few days. You took this opportunity to get the apartment in order and spend some extra time on self-care. Today you had planned a bath, face mask, and a manicure.

Winston’s favorite place to walk was along the harbor. There were always so many people he could stop and sniff. He was also mesmerized watching boats come and go out of their slips. You were hoping someday that Max would come to his senses and agree to get a boat. You lived in Monaco for crying out loud. It was about damn time. Winston would love it too, and Max always wanted Winston to be happy.

You tugged on Winston's leash so he would stop staring out at the water and actually walk somewhere. He wouldn't budge and you groaned, hoping to get a move on. "Winston, buddy, come on. Mommy wants to go home and take a nap."

"Oh, that's hilarious," a familiar voice said, getting closer. You looked up and saw Pierre, shirtless and jogging towards you.

A laugh escaped your lips. "Hi, Pierre."

"He's not cooperating, huh?" He took out his headphones and tried to catch his breath.

"Unfortunately not. He really likes to watch things. And not move when he does it. Not a great multitasker, I guess."

He bent down to the ground and started to scratch Winston's head. "At least you're cute," he said, giving him a kiss. He pet him a few more times before standing up. "How are you, y/n? I haven't seen you around the paddock lately."

"I'm doing well! I was at the race last weekend, but I watched it from Max's drivers room. I wasn't feeling too great and the heat wasn't helping."

"Totally understandable. It can get so hot around there." He shuffled his feet for a moment. "Where's Max at? I usually see him walking the dog around this time." Monaco was a small city and it was convenient to have friends around always.

"He flew out to London yesterday. Some sponsor photoshoot thing."

Pierre nodded. "Ahhh." He was all too familiar with the promo shoots. "Well, if you don't have any plans tonight, I'm having some friends and family over for dinner if you feel like spending your night with good company."

Even though you were planning on spending the evening inside, Pierre's invitation sounded like a good time. "Sure, that sounds great." The corners of your lips curved up into a smile. "What time?"

"Any time after 6 works."

"Let me know if there's anything I can bring, I'd be more than happy to help out."

"I appreciate that, y/n." He pulled his headphones out of his pocket to get started on his run again. "I'll see you later?" He began to back away.

You laughed. "See you then."

6 o'clock came quicker than you expected. You knocked on Pierre's front door with a bottle of wine in hand. He opened the door with a smile plastered on his face. "Y/n. So glad you could come." He embraced you and placed a quick kiss on each cheek.

You looked around as you walked into his apartment. "I can't remember the last time I was here. Your birthday, maybe?"

"That was a long time ago." He took the bottle of wine from your hand and directed you to the kitchen where everyone stood around the island socializing. You introduced yourself to friends of his you hadn't met before and said hello to those you have.

The marble island was covered in hors d'oeuvres and small bites. The food looked delicious and was beautifully prepared - you were sure Pierre had this dinner catered. Or there was a secret chef hiding in his prep kitchen. Either way, you were happy to be here.

Moving to Monaco after your wedding last year was definitely an adjustment. You left all of your friends back home and you missed them dearly. They did come to visit often but it was the times between visits where you didn't have anything to do, your husband was out of town on work, and things could get lonely. Times like these. When you wished you had friends to have fun dinner parties with. You were blessed that a lot of Max's friends and other drivers lived in Monaco, too. Pierre was sweet to open his home to you and invite you tonight.

The night was filled with small talk and fun chats with Pierre's family and friends. He had a cousin who was local to Monaco that you got on really well with. You exchanged numbers with her and hoped that she could be someone to fill your free time with.

You took the final sip of your wine as Pierre watched you. "Another?" He asked.

"I shouldn't. It's getting late." You set the glass of wine down on the counter. "Let me help you clean, though.” Over the last hour, guests had slowly trickled out, leaving just you and Pierre to finish your drinks.

"You don't have to do that," he petitioned.

You smiled at him. "What if I want to?"

“Fine, if you insist.” He laughed.

You started to gather napkins and trash from the counters and dining table, tossing them in the garbage. You grabbed a plate with some food scraps on it and walked over to the trash can. You scraped what was left of the small bites into the trash when Pierre walked behind you.

"Excusez moi," he said, placing his hands on your lower back to pass by. His fingers were filled with electricity and your eyes immediately shot up when he touched you. You were frozen in time, and so was he, his hands unmoving. Unsure of how to respond, you said nothing. Your eyes were glued forward and you weren't sure how to proceed.

Your heartbeat became prominent and it was all you could feel. The thumps of your heart and his fingers. And the cool metal on his ring finger. "Y/n," he leaned down and whispered into your ear. You took a deep breath in and exhaled. He gently kissed the sweet spot behind your ear and leaned back, waiting for a response from you. He didn't want to continue unless you did.

You put the plate on the counter and turned around, taking in another deep breath. You looked up at him and he ran his tongue slowly between his lips. His hand embraced your face and he leaned in to press your lips together. You kissed him back, letting your mouth open slightly to allow his tongue into your mouth. The kisses were soft and rhythmic, hands shifting from cupping each other's faces to running your fingers through each other's hair.

He leaned into you, pressing you against the island. You softly moaned into the kiss causing him to roll his pelvis against yours. Your bodies fit together perfectly as your arms wrapped around each other.

You felt the cold stone against your bare thighs. Pierre hoisted you up onto the counter without breaking the kiss. His hands rested on your legs, thumbs moving from side to side over your soft skin.

Max's thumb rubbed your hand in his. "You sure you're okay?" His voice knocked you out of your trance.

"I'm okay," you forced a soft smile and continued walking the paddock towards the Red Bull garage.

The race went as expected. Many would complain about the lack of excitement but you were excited to see your husband on the podium once again.

While you were packing up a few things in his driver's room, he walked in with a smile on his face. "Some of the crew are heading out for drinks tonight to celebrate. Join me?"

"I think I'm going to have to pass on this one tonight, but you deserve to go and celebrate." You pulled Max in for a hug and kissed his cheek. "Congratulations, baby."

He quickly changed out of his race suit and prepared to head out. “Let me know when you get back to the hotel, okay?” You nodded to him as he walked out the door. You only had a few more things to pack up before you could catch a car back to your hotel.

You threw your bags down on the bed and fell backward in exhaustion. Race weekends were a lot of work and took a lot out of you. Especially now after your encounter with Pierre, it took a lot more work to go to the races and act like everything was normal.

You could not believe what you did that night a few weeks ago and you thought about it for days and weeks after. But for what it was worth, you didn't regret a single moment of it. Pierre made you feel so incredible, a way you've never felt before.

He kissed you and worshipped your body like you were the only girl in the world. His main priority was making you feel good and he didn't stop until you were completely satisfied. Your hand grazed over your breast thinking about that night, wishing it was Pierre's strong hand. Your mind wandered to his long fingers that sent you over the edge more than once on his kitchen counter.

You were interrupted by a knock at your hotel door. Still in a bit of a trance, you opened the door, only to see the man you were daydreaming about staring back at you. "Can I come in?"

You nodded and stepped out of the way, shutting the door behind him.

"You decided not to go out with the team tonight?" He asked.

"I wasn't feeling it. Today was a bit... overwhelming."

"Tell me about it." Pierre had a tough race, finishing ninth place ultimately. It made sense why he was here instead of out with the rest of the Red Bull crew. He paced around the room slowly.

"We need-"

"Y/n-" you both spoke at the same time.

You took a breath. "What were you going to say?"

"I wanted to talk about what happened that night at my place." He took a step towards you. "But, I-" his voice dropped deeper as he cleared his throat. "I'm not sure."

He looked in your eyes and you swore time stopped. "Do we have to?"

He shook his head side to side and closed the gap between you with a passionate kiss. Many thoughts ran through your head but not a single one indicating that this was wrong.

"Max could walk in at any moment," you broke the kiss.

"I don't care."

He embraced you tightly and you felt at home in his arms. You sat back on the bed and pulled him down on top of you. His lips left your mouth and kissed down your neck. The trail followed to your exposed cleavage and down your stomach.

He reached the top of your thighs and pushed your sundress up. He kissed both of your hip bones and peeled off your lace thong.

His lips met your clit and you immediately jerked in response. He took notice, placing his forearm across your abdomen to keep you in place.

"Oh, Pierre," your legs tightened around his head but he used his free hand to push your knees down onto the bed. He flicked his tongue and sucked on your sensitive spot while you moaned and reacted to his touches.

He lifted his mouth and his thumb gently brushed between your folds. "I want to make you feel good." Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at his words.

"I need you, Pierre. Please," you pleaded. He knew how to make you feel good but right now, you needed him inside of you. He slid off his shorts and undergarments and reached in his pocket for a condom.

You moaned at the feeling of him inside of you, unlike anything you've ever experienced. He thrust into you and looked into your eyes, smiling. You returned the smile quickly before letting out a breathy moan. "You feel so good inside of me."

He grunted and began to thrust harder. "Your pussy feels like heaven." It wasn't long after before he spilled into the condom and pulled out. He cleaned up after himself and laid down next to you on the bed.

"We're going to need to talk about this eventually."

"Today's not that day." You sat up slowly and walked into the bathroom. "Make sure no one sees you leave." You shut the bathroom door behind you.

All he wanted was to lay with you and talk about life. Talk about your futures, your hopes, his dreams. He wanted to tell you to drop the attitude and give him a kiss. He wanted to tell you to stop being so short with him but he couldn't. He wanted to pick you up and spin you around, seeing you smile and know that he was the reason for it.

He had to take what he could get and not expect anything more. Especially from a married woman. Max's wife.

He left without words or conversations. You couldn't bear to accept the truth of what you two had done and what better way to do that than to ignore it?

Weeks had passed and you hadn't seen him around Monaco too much. You actively avoided him in the paddock because you didn't need a repeat of Austria happening again. Max knew something was off that day but he didn’t know what. And you wanted to keep it that way.

It was late one night and Max was already in bed, preparing for an early workout tomorrow. You wandered out to the balcony to get some fresh air and clear your head. People watching and staring up at the stars.

A familiar figure ran under the street lights and glanced up to the third floor apartment as he ran by.

Not too long after, your phone buzzed with a text. "I'm coming to pick you up" the text read. You looked down and saw the shirtless man in running shorts and sneakers jogging back to where he came from.

You could hear the rumble of his sports car down the street, but in Monaco, that wasn't unusual, no matter the time of day.

You were careful to shut the door quietly as you walked down the stairs to the street. You wore a big hoodie over your head and ducked into his car as he pulled up.

Driving away, he spoke. "I can't keep doing this."

"This is the first time we've done this." You looked at him confused.

"No, I mean I can't keep going home to my wife every night and pretending like everything is okay. I go out running every night because my thoughts are flooded with you when I lay down to sleep."

You let out an ironic chuckle. "At least you know how I feel, then."

“We either need to do something about this, or stop doing this, because I can’t handle it anymore.” His grip on the steering wheel was tight and he glanced over at you to gauge your feelings.

“I feel the most like myself when I’m with you,” you said softly, “and I hate to admit it.” You twiddled with your fingers trying to process your thoughts.

“Don’t you want to be happy?” He asked.

“I do, but there’s only so much I can do about it. There’s only so much you can do about it too.” You held up your left hand flashing your massive diamond ring at him. “Look at the mess we made, Pierre.”

He followed suit with an accepting, flat smile and a wedding band on his left ring finger. “We fucked up.”

“What do you want to do?” You asked him, curious to see where exactly his head was at.

“It doesn’t matter what I want, really. I know you’re never going to leave him. He’s Max fucking Verstappen for crying out loud. The fact that I was delusional enough to think things would change is my fault.”

You looked down at your hands. “So you would leave her for me?”

“You won’t leave Max.”

“That doesn’t answer my question, Pierre.”

He inhaled deeply and you watched as his chest rose and fell. “I’ve never felt this way in my entire life. Not even on my wedding day. If that doesn’t tell you how I feel-”

“Just answer the question.” You bluntly interrupted him.

“Yes.”

next part

#pierre gasly smut #pierre gasly imagine #max verstappen imagine #f1 imagine #f1 smut #f1 angst #f1 blurb #f1 x reader #smut prompts #f1 fanfic #max verstappen fanfic #pierre gasly fanfic #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly #pg #mv

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plan-d-to-i · 2 years

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Hey plan!

so i'm seeing again tweets about how wwx is bad at naming things 👁👄👁 so i'm gonna ask who really named his sword "suibian" because as far as i remember it was jfm who chose that name right? like he named it "suibian" because wwx said "whatever" as in wwx assuming jfm would decide the sword's name himself since wwx can't find a good name. am i remembering it correctly? 😅 please do correct me if i'm wrong though. i'm just tired of seeing posts that wwx is bad at naming like he didn't just name his flute chenqing, his inventions stygian tiger seal, spirit-attraction flag & compass of evil, and jin ling rulan to be called bad at naming 🤦‍♀️

Why is he bad at naming things? Suibian "whatever" is a cute name. The sword obviously fucking vibed with it and with Wei Wuxian bc it went and pulled a one in a million and sealed itself when he died. 95% of the people in this fandom just steal the names MXTX came up w for her characters and slap them on their cringe self inserts. It's hardly like they're coming up w cutting edge names for shit...🌝.

Seeing the sword, Wei WuXian first hesitated. He quickly replied, “Thank you.”

Holding the hilt, he slowly pulled it out. A pair of eyes were reflected against the snow-white blade. Wei WuXian stared at the pair of eyes for a while before he put Suibian back into its sheath again, “It really did seal itself?”

Lan WangJi grabbed the hilt of Suibian as well. He pulled out, but it didn’t move at all. Wei WuXian sighed. He patted the body of the sword, I knew that Jin GuangYao didn’t dare make things up without any basis… So it really did seal itself. I just happened to have run into something amazing that only happens once in ten thousand years.

LWJ thinks it's cute too bc ultimately he echoes that conversation when WWX comes back to life:

Quietly, he said, “Hanguang Jun, help me ask what this place is, what it’s used for, and who built it.”

Lan Wangji was a master of the qin language. He did not require any time to think before his steady and reliable hand plucked a couple of pure, clear notes. After a moment, his guqin’s strings sounded a couple more times on their own. Wei Wuxian asked hurriedly, “What did it say?”

“I do not know,” Lan Wangji said.

“Huh?”

Nonchalantly, Lan Wangji repeated, “It said, ‘I do not know.’”

“…” Wei Wuxian looked at him, suddenly remembering how, many years ago, they had had a similar conversation about “Suibian.” He rubbed his nose, speechless. Lan Zhan’s grown up too much. He’s even learned how to make me choke. (22)

As for the name of the sword it's discussed in Chapter 16:

“You don’t need to say it, I know,” Wei Wuxian said solicitously. “You want to ask me why I named it this way. Everyone asks me whether there’s some special hidden meaning behind it. But actually, there isn’t any. It’s just that when Uncle Jiang bestowed the sword on me and asked me what I was going to call it, I couldn’t find a name I was happy with, even though I came up with more than twenty of them. I thought I could just let Uncle Jiang name it for me, so I told him ‘whatever!’ Who knew those two characters would really be on it when it came out of the furnace? Uncle Jiang said, ‘Given how things are, why not just call it Suibian?’ And actually, it’s a pretty good name, right?”

Finally, Lan Wangji managed to squeeze a word out from between his teeth. “…Ridiculous!”

Wei Wuxian lifted his sword onto his shoulder and laughed. “You’re really far too boring. The name’s hilarious. It’s great for messing with little fusspots like you. Works every time!”

JFM obviously ultimately made the call. I'd say it was at most a cute collaborative effort. WWX saying "whatever" 🤝 JFM appreciating a good dad-joke opportunity, and getting WWX's free spirited nature (NOTE NOT! saying JFM is WWX's dad, just that this is dad joke energy. WWX is not adopted- gotta clarify jokes for this fandom). Damn ppl will really try to shit on WWX for anything eh?

#mdzs #answers #Wei Wuxian #Jiang Fengmian #suibian

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sawneythelazy · 2 years

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Brown Boots month by month snippets!

I've decided to try and post a snippet from my Levi Squad/Rivetra fic Brown Boots each month this year (memory permitting)! The fic itself is sort of largely broken down into months, so I thought it'd be fun to post some of my fav lil moments from it as the year goes along 😇

It's largely OG levi squad based, with some rivetra moments in there as well if thats ur vibe ✨

A wee note! When a dash appears like so:

This denotes a change of POV 🌚 🌝

Read January's snippet (in which the squad end up at a farm) below the line break!

January

How embarrassing. Didn’t farms have trained dogs to do this?

It had been a solid twenty minutes and Petra was completely red in the face. She, along with the veterans and the farmer were desperately trying to herd the escaped sheep into an outdoor pen, but their attempts were proving fruitless: the sheep were darting between them and splitting up at every given opportunity.

“Blaargh!”

Ah, the distant sound of Oruo’s bitten tongue. She sighed.

A sheep bleated at Nifa, who shouted back at it almost hysterically; “They’re laughing at us!”

Petra was certain that the scouts could never come back here again, this little mishap surely meant a lifetime ban.

“Where’s the ass?” Eld shouted over.

Petra pointed in Oruo’s direction and Eld howled with laugher, “My bad - I meant, where’s the donkey?”

She shook her head. Only the goddesses knew where that donkey had gotten to at this point.

A sheep darted passed her, chased by an alarmed Moblit, who gave up running and stopped next to her, breathless;

“It’s funny,” He muttered, “We humans think we’re so smart, but all us trained soldiers in peak physical condition can’t even herd twenty sheep.”

Petra laughed awkwardly, wiping her brow, “Yeah. It feels wrong to say this but, killing titans might be easier.”

“AHHH!” Gunther bellowed a war cry and tackled a sheep as it tried to run past him, but ended up clutching onto its wool, panicked, as it dragged him along the grass.

“Let go!” She cried out, “Gunther - let go!”

—

Surely it’d been long enough now. The intermittent shrieking had significantly died down, which was a good sign. Levi took a slow breath, then traipsed outside, hands in pockets.

He was just in time to catch Eld (who was now somehow wearing the ‘birthday boy’ sash) ride in on a horse and catch the rogue, roaming donkey with a lasso, to ecstatic cheers and claps from the surrounding veterans. Levi almost rolled his eyes at the bombastic display and briefly considered insulting the man’s shitty beard to take him down a peg or two.

The sheep were huddled in a pen behind two small barking dogs, Lina was shouting expletives at Oruo, and Mike and Nanaba were trying to placate the irate farmer off to one side.

He exhaled wearily. He knew he shouldn’t have come, but the excursion had piqued his interest…

That was an ‘acceptable’ way of putting it.

It wasn’t that he’d simply noticed Petra’s ankle length moss-green skirt under her long military jacket of the same colour, and realised that (bar the heavy duty farm-appropriate walking boots) the squad were all going to town in their Sunday best. It couldn’t simply have been that he’d never seen her in a dress before, and a curious part of him wanted to know what she looked like in one - enough to drag him all the way out to a damn farm - even though he knew it was a selfish want, and would ultimately be detrimental to his attempts to suppress his inappropriate feelings towards her.

…

Anyway, this was unquestionably a more interesting day out than what he’d had planned, which was…surveying the perimeter of the grounds…again.

Since the return from the winter break Petra was bright, warm and gentle as she had ever been; she continued to check up on him, making sure that he was properly eating and resting - but - she’d stopped assisting him in the evenings with his paperwork. That was an interesting development that had, as with many other things, gone unspoken between them. Now she bothered him as minimally as she could whilst still remaining attentive, and she was strictly professional in their every interaction. The casual sparkle he'd often caught in her eyes was gone, replaced with the sharp focus of the battlefield, or the politeness of an arms-distance.

He should have been thrilled, it was, after all, what he wanted. Broadly speaking he was thrilled with it. Her misguided affection for him had appeared to vanish, and he found he could believe that her diligence sprouted from her trustworthy, hard-working temperament, and not because she wanted to impress him for any unprofessional reason. She was smart, and so it hadn’t taken her long to realise the folly of her ways - to leave her childish fantasy behind her like some shattered snow-globe.

As for him…

It was only natural that the tiny, insane part of him that felt for her would protest the change. Having no prior experience with ‘matters of the heart’ as Erwin might say, it was to be expected that on occasion, he might slip-up and indulge his insanity…which was how he’d ended up at a petting zoo on his one day off this week.

He bit back a sigh, and chose to instead fill his lungs with the clean, fresh winter air.

#brown boots #fanfiction #ao3 #fanfic #rivetra fanfiction #levi x petra #original special ops squad #aot #january #is the sheep herding thing based on something that actually happened to me? I couldn't say #🐑🐑🐑#eld jinn #oruo bozad #gunther schultz #petra ral #levi ackerman

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mrsseverussnape · 3 years

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Young! Severus’ and your biggest argument

A/N: Hellooo🌝 Again this was a drabble i have written for my OC Scarlett and Seveus couple of years ago. I removed Scarlett’s name and made it “you” instead since most of you don’t know her unless you read my OC fanfics... This writing is quite spesific because of the back story of Scar and Severus but anyways hope you enjoy!💖 let me knkw what do you think! Also i am having some problems with the app lately like when i tried to start a new paragraph, it gives a whole empty space kinda stuff... so that’s why this writing is a huge blob🤦🏼‍♀️

You don’t argue so often but when you do, it always ends up very fiery.

The summer after the graduation from Hogwarts wasn’t the best time of your lives. You and Severus have had many problems with Sirius who was your best friend and the boys weren’t trying to get along at all. You have tried your best for them to get along but it didn’t work out so you had to end your friendship with Sirius even you didn’t want to but you knew it was hurting you, actually all of you. This farewell has affected both of you and Sirius very badly and with Sirius’s suicide attempt, things got worse. Your dad and Severus hid the news about Sirius from you for awhile but when you found out, you started to blame herself about everything. You were already lowkey depressed after you cut the ties with Sirius and the news didn’t do good to you at all. Eventually this caused to you and Severus’s biggest argument. Severus started to think Sirius loves you more than him, maybe if he wasn’t with you Sirius would be fine right now and you weren’t as happy as yoj used to be and many more things were floating in his mind. Severus needed to distract himself from his thoughts. He decided to take an action against Voldemort’s followers who were about to raise latelt and went to Dumbledore to talk about the situation. Dumbledore accepted his help gladly even he was just 18. But when Severus told about what he talked with Dumbledore and how he will take action in the situation to you, he wasn’t expecting you to go that crazy. He hasn’t seen you that angry before, nobody has. Actually you weren’t angry but worried. Severus left the house to stay alone for awhile to calm himself down and you as well because he was sure about his decision but it was breaking his heart to see you like that. But you weren’t going to leave him alone until he gave up on his decision, both of you were so stubborn. And the later on that day you ended up Dumbledore’s office middle of the night; shouted and cried, even at one point you tried to punch his chest. He had to send a patronus message to your dad to pick you up. Couple of days have passed since you and Seveus saw each other. Your dad has said “arguments make you grow closer” but you weren’t seeing that closeness at all. You were feeling like you lost your everything, love of your life... When Severus felt ready to talk to you, he came to your family home. Both of you were calmer this time and willing to listen each others’ opinions. When you told him about your future dreams with him and how you have imagined a life together with him, Severus made his decision; he couldn’t risk that for anything. Your dad was right, this argument grew you closer than before.

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