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Chapter 19 - All Hail Prince Charles

As a Charles fan, the day he wins the Monaco Grand Prix will be the happiest day of my life (I will probably cry). also, weird that I legit forgot until now - is that I have not been doing fastest lap...and I completely forgot about sprint races. So, in this reality, there were no sprints or fastest points until now because I wanted Charles to have a grand slam!

So, please enjoy this fun chapter! much love to all!

like always comments, questions, concerns, reblogs, and likes are always appreciate!

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You stood next to the entrance to the paddock, phone out rapidly texting someone. With each sound of the turnstile, you thought it was the two brothers who you were waiting for. Well, them, their mother, and Max.

Apparently, you had gotten the time wrong of when you needed to get to the paddock, and showed up almost two hours early. And, in pure introvert form (whenever you were around people you weren’t comfortable with), you just kept to yourself and waited right by the entrance.

It was pretty busy in the paddock today. The color that stood out the most was the iconic red of the Tifosi, dressed to impress their favorite Monegasque driver. Even people who weren’t very fond of the sport came to support him.

Charles was basically royalty. Which had you questioning if you and Max were “royalty” too, since you lived there. But, it didn’t extend as much as it does for Charles and his family. People practically kissed the ground he walked on. And maybe practically was an understatement as you had seen a guy do it one time.

Your face was still buried in your phone, when someone suddenly bumped into you. You went to apologize before your eyes were set on your favorite pair of dimples.

“Bonjour mon beau garcon,” you said softly, not to alert anyone in the surround area. You were still keeping the relationship on the down low, even if it had been almost two months.

Arthur quickly hugged you, trying to make it not seem like a “romantic hug.” Besides, people had seen much hugs much more intimate than the ones you were now doing. Maybe you were toning it down a little too much.

“Bonjour mon ange,” he whispered in your ear, making a blush cross your cheeks. Laughter was heard behind him and you peeked over his shoulder.

Along with Max, Charles, and Pascale giving you smug looks, a certain German driver was also in the group.

Not wasting anytime, you shoved your poor boyfriend to the side (completely missing his “kicked puppy dog eyes”), and jumped into the German’s arms.

“Seb!”

Now that got a lot of people’s attention. Suddenly camera clicks were heard from everywhere. You frantically pulled away.

Oops.

Sebastian looked a little shy in the limelight, or maybe it was just your imagination. But you were determined to get the cameras off of him. Your eyes darted to the red and white clad driver and suddenly you had an idea. The cameras weren’t focused on him, so it was perfect.

You ran to the back of Charles and lightly put your hands of his back to push him out to the open. He gave you a questioning look.

“Just do what you normally do Charlie.”

Your eyes focused on an announcer with a megaphone.

Perfect.

You raced over, said a few words to him, and came back to the group with megaphone in hand.

“Kid, what are you doing?” Max asked, hands gripping his backpack. You ignored your older teammate and turned the thing on.

With it almost kissing your lips, you started to yell hand outstretched in Charles’s direction.

“All hail, Prince Charles Marc Herve, uh…”

Arthur leaned over and whispered with a shit-eating grin on his face, “Perceval.”

“Perceval – dude, how many middle names do you have – Leclerc!”

Thankfully, your plan worked and now Charles was surrounded by multiple journalists and photographers.

You ran back over to give the announcer the megaphone back.

Looking back at Max, who was secretly recording Charles looking so lost in the crowd, you made your way to the group.

“Shall we go Maximillian?”

The Dutchman rolled his eyes. “That is not my name.”

“Well if Charles has a lord-esque name, you can have one too! Thur, are you in our garage today or Ferrari?”

He shot you a sad-ish smile. “I’m with Ferrari today. Seb and I are doing the thing.”

A look of clarity shone on your face. “Oooohhhh. Well then, you go do your thing. Wait, but you aren’t doing it with…”

“Oui, but Sebastian is the guest and he wants me to be with him.”

Your eyes playfully glared at the German, who held his hands up in mock-surrender.

“I will return him in one piece kinde,” he promised.

“Fine. Let’s go Maximilian.”

“Geitje, once again, not my name.”

“Then stop calling me a small goat. Well, I mean, I am a GOAT, in a sense.”

“It’s cute!”

Arthur watched as the two of you bickered, before going over to save his brother. It definitely didn’t help that Charles was on pole today, at his home race. Everyone was sweating and praying that this would be the year that he took his home race. Arthur was surprised that Max was in a playful mood, since he was starting a whopping P5 today and you were ahead of him at P4.

He had wanted to ask you about it, but didn’t want to push for information that you might not have been comfortable to share.

Starting Grid

Charles Leclerc

Carlos Sainz

Lando Norris

Y/n L/n

Max Verstappen

George Russell

Lewis Hamilton

Oscar Piastri

Alex Albon

Logan Sargeant

Lance Stroll

Yuki Tsunoda

Fernando Alonso

Pierre Gasly

Daniel Ricciardo

Valtteri Bottas

Zhou Guanyu

Esteban Ocon

Kevin Magnussen

Nico Hulkenberg

Christian had asked you and Max to meet him quickly in one of the back rooms. You and Max were squished on one of the couches while your team principal comfortably sat on the opposite sofa. This felt like you and Max had been called to the principal’s office and you were about to get in trouble.

Christian leaned forward. “Now, Max, we know that for some reason your tyres aren’t doing well in Monaco this year.”

Max nodded, seeming to know where this was going.

“But we wanted to ask you first if you’d be all right letting Y/n have the priority for this race. You are comfortably leading the championship as of right now. We would have liked to extend it by more points, but we can’t figure out what is wrong with the tyres this race.”

Max sat for a moment and you winced. You knew he didn’t want to give up the giant gap that he had, especially since Charles won the last race as well.

“It’s fine.”

Your eyebrows raised as you looked at him. He met your eyes and gave you a smile that didn’t quite reach his. You knew he was mentally giving you the ok to go ahead, but it didn’t mean that you had to like it. Already knowing the race, Red Bull did not have the upper hand in Monaco. This race was for Ferrari and McLaren.

The “meeting” didn’t go much longer, but the three of you did talk about new strategies so that the two of you could get the maximum points out of it. You both would be trying for fastest lap and as many positions gained as possible.

Back in the garage, you whined as you were trying to clip the strap under your helmet. Normally, Arthur would be there to help, but no, he had to be in the enemy’s garage. You were silently cursing his and Seb’s management.

Mitch thankfully saw your annoyance and came to help.

“No help today?” she asked as she clipped the strap and then helped finagle your helmet to where it was supposed to go.

“Nope,” you popped the ‘p,’ “he’s in enemy territory today.”

“Ah.”

You looked at her through the empty eye space. “Goodluck kiss?” You tried your best puppy eyes.

The older woman rolled her eyes, but gave your helmet a kiss none-the-less. You grinned as you stepped into the car.

It was definitely a sunny day in Monaco, that’s for sure. One of your mechanics held a small umbrella as you waited for the signal.

“Radio check please Y/n.”

“So Liam is in town, I saw him earlier. And we both know that this is thee Lightning McQueen circuit. Charles just keeps rolling his eyes. Also, Liam and his girlfriend invited me and Arthur for a double date to go to California for the summer break so that we can go see the Radiator Springs set up at Disneyland. Also!”

“Ok, radio is working.”

“Boooooo. You just don’t want to hear about my amazing plans. You could come too if you’d like!”

“Kid, they gave the signal almost 5 seconds ago.”

“Oh.”

“And it’s lights out and away we go for the 2024 Monaco Grand Prix. Charles Leclerc has made a lightning start on his teammate. Did he switch out his car for another? Carlos Sainz is overtaken by Lando Norris on turn 1. Max Verstappen has made a position and is now in P5 ahead of his teammate. Now, Verstappen has complained about his tyre degradation all weekend long. We just need to see how long he can stay ahead of Y/n L/n as her tyres seem to last a bit longer than his.”

“Mitch, I thought I was supposed to be ahead.”

“Checking.”

What was Max doing? He had said that it was fine for you to have the priority, but was being kind of an ass right now.

“This was not the strategy that we went over. He’s being an asshole right now.”

“Seems like the Bulls are fighting as Y/n L/n is voicing her irritation. I do wonder what they went over prior to the race.”

Arthur watched as your tried to get around your teammate. His heart sunk a bit as you were pushed off the track, but got right back on. Pascale stood right next to him and put a hand on his shoulder for comfort. He wished he could be in your garage right now, because this was the last race until Austria that he’d be able to attend.

Mitch was finally able to give you an answer. “Ok, you are going to box now.”

You entered the pit lane and were fitted with mediums since you started on softs. This race was going to be a one-stop-wonder.

Right as you were coming out of the pit lane, you saw two cars collide right with each other.

“THE TWO MERCEDES ARE OUT! L/N IS OUT OF THE PITS AND IS IN THE MIDDLE OF IT! THE SMOKE IS THICK, DID SHE JOIN THE DEBRIS?”

It was all in slow motion for you. One minute, you were in clear skies, the next you were covered in smoke. You had seen George try to go a bit wide, but you guessed he didn’t see Lewis. You frantically tried to remember where they seemed to stop as you continued through the smoke.

Arthur had watched your car disappear behind the curtain of smoke. His heart sank even more than it had a few laps ago. He quickly stood up to look at the small tv a bit closer. He was joined by Sebastian and his mom.

“Tu as dit que tu ferais attention,” he whispered.

GP came over Max’s radio. “Red flag at the pit entrance, Max. Come in so they can clear the debris.”

“The pits? Was it Y/n? I see smoke.”

“It was the Mercedes.”

“But she was right there?”

Max quickly pulled in and all but jumped out of the car.

Thankfully, you had expertly dodged the debris and flew out of the smoke.

“Woo, that was a bit smoky. I’m guessing red flag?” you asked Mitch.

“Yep, do your lap and then come in.”

It took you a bit longer to get back, since you had just pitted, but you finally made it. What you weren’t expecting was a giant hug from Max who kept apologizing.

“I’m sorry for the first move, I shouldn’t have done that.”

You bumped him a bit. “No biggie. Just please don’t do that again. We don’t need a Brocedes 2.0. Time for a juice box.”

The two of you thankfully found some juice boxes before you had to get back into the car. It would be another grid start, with how everyone was when they were out of the track. So you would have come out second, still behind Charles but in front of Lando. Max would be behind Carlos in P5.

At the start, Charles still had a great get away, pulling way in front of you like Max had been able to do in 2023. You were able to keep your P2 ahead of Lando while Max gained Carlos’s position.

Thankfully, the rest of the race was smooth going. Max had not been able to keep up with Lando and fell behind Carlos and ended the race in a pitiful P5.

However, the crowds were roaring as Charles finally brought home the Monaco Grand Prix.

“I can practically hear the celebrations starting. As he did in 2019, Charles Leclerc has won back-to-back races. And for the first time in 93 years, a Monegasque has crossed the checkered flag in P1. Charles Leclerc has done it and wins the 2024 Monaco Grand Prix. It is also a Grand Slam for the Ferrari driver as he had pole, P1, and fastest lap.

“He is followed by Red Bull’s Y/n L/n and McLaren’s Lando Norris. Carlos Sainz finishes fourth with Max Verstappen finishing fifth.”

Race Results

Charles Leclerc + fastest lap – 26 points

Y/n L/n – 18 points

Lando Norris – 15 points

Carlos Sainz – 12 points

Max Verstappen – 11 points

Oscar Piastri – 8 points

Yuki Tsunoda – 6 points

Logan Sargeant – 4 points

Pierre Gasly – 2 points

Daniel Ricciardo – 1 point

Alex Albon

Lance Stroll

Fernando Alonso

Kevin Magnussen

Zhou Guanyu

Valtteri Bottas

Esteban Ocon

Nico Hulkenberg

Lewis Hamilton – DNF

George Russell – DNF

Champions Standings

Max Verstappen – 179 points

Charles Leclerc – 146 points

Y/n L/n – 98 points

Lando Norris – 88 points

Oscar Piastri – 61 points

Lewis Hamilton – 60 points

Carlos Sainz – 46 points

George Russell – 35 points

Alex Albon – 26 points

Fernando Alonso – 23 points

Logan Sargeant – 23 points

Daniel Ricciardo – 22 points

Yuki Tsunoda – 2 points

Pierre Gasly – 1 point

Lance Stroll

Zhou Guanyu

Kevin Magnussen

Nico Hulkenberg

Valtteri Bottas

Esteban Ocon

Constructors Standings

Red Bull – 277 points

Ferrari – 192 points

McLaren – 149 points

Mercedes – 95 points

Williams – 49 points

Racing Bulls – 24 points

Aston Martin – 23 points

Alpine – 1 point

Haas

Alpha Romeo

It felt nice, to be up with Charles and Lando on the podium. It would be your first without Max. Thinking back to the last weekend in Imola, you felt proud. You honestly didn’t care if your parents were watching or not. You being on the podium without the three-time world champ felt like the biggest middle finger plus an extra “fuck them” for good measure.

You looked down at the crowd and saw Arthur standing with Pascale, Max, Christian, and Sebastian. You tried to spray them to the best of your ability after having almost dumped everything on Charles, who may or may not have cried during the national anthem (it’s ok though because you were crying right along with him).

You knew how much it meant for him, especially after Jules and his dad.

And it was great to see Lando, since he hasn’t podiumed all season long. Thankfully, he didn’t break Charles’s trophy (because you think the Ferrari driver would have cried again).

To celebrate, the Leclercs picked a nice restaurant to go to, instead of a night club. Max, who was also invited, brought Kelly and P as well.

“So Charles, now that you won the Monaco Grand Prix, do you feel even more like Lightning McQueen now?”

y/n.89 has posted

y.n89 if you told me that I would have podiumed with lightning mcqueen himself at his home race (and kind of mine as well), I would have laughed in your face. Sad my teammate couldn't join me, but this is for the people who thought I wasn't good enough. look at me now! kachow ⚡️⚡️

and I got to see my pretty boy as well!

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y/n_on_top she cracks me up with each post, she did not tag Charles on lightning's picture

y/nxarthur hmmmm boyfriend maybe lives in Monaco, Arthur lives in Monaco, therefore - Arthur is the boyfriend

y/nxollie keep dreaming

charles_leclerc did you seriously post a picture of a cartoon character instead of me??

y/n.89 yes, because I asked you for pictures and you never responded 🤔 charles_leclerc we were at dinner?? maxverstappen1 and???? y/n.89 yeah, and?????????????

olliebearman MOM ON PODIUM

y/n_lives_inmyhead_rentfree see this is for the people literally shipping a mom and son y/n&co a single mom who works two jobs...

arthur_leclerc so so happy for you!

y/n'ssecretbf I feel bad for her boyfriend because her dad is literally Christian Horner, big brothers are Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc, and her best friend is Arthur Leclerc (no one is safe from the dimples)

liamlawson lightning mcqueen is the goat

maxverstappen1 no I am lewishamilton you're wrong there y/n.89 you are both wrong, who has 5 piston cups and who doesn't landonorris preach! 🙌🙌

y/n.nation that whole podium was chaos, glad lando didn't break the trophy

chachanation glad I wasn't the only one crying

rascalflatts guess we have to accept the invite to play at COTA

y/n.89 HELLO?????? BIG FAN liamlawson ME TOO maxverstappen1 oh no

charles_leclerc has posted

charles_leclerc I never would have thought that I'd win a race in 2024 or even back to back races. Thank you to the team. This is for everyone who thought I was done with...I hope I have proved you wrong. For Papa and Jules, I'm home! Forza Ferrari ❤️🏎️

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cha16 OUR BOY RIGHT THERE

leclerc_on_top YEAAHHHHHHHHHH

chuck_leclerck I was crying so much. was worried about the restart but he pushed through!

y/n.89 so so proud of you Charlie! Max will let you become WDC next year

maxverstappen1 when did I EVER agree to that?? y/n.89 just now :)

lestappenlove oh my gosh, first Monegasque in almost 100 years to win their home race! history maker right here!

max&Charlie sad that max wasn't there to celebrate with him :(

leclercbros apparently some people saw Max at dinner with the Leclerc family

y/n_best_rookie was y/n there as well? leclercbros yes she was! along with kelly and P

tifosi4ever now Carlos just needs to win the Spanish Grand Prix and then one of them needs to win Monza!

porsche.motorsport with arthur_leclerc and sebastianvettel has posted

porsche.motorsport we are happy to announce the signing of Arthur Leclerc and Sebastian Vettel to our team. They will be preparing for future endurance racing and will be brand ambassadors until then as well. Welcome to the team Arthur and Seb!

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endur4nce I was not expecting this today....but I'm not complaining

thurthur I did not see this coming, even after seb was in the garage with Arthur in Monaco

leclercbros oh yeah, I saw that but didn't even suspect anything

y/n.89 and what do we say?? ☺️☺️

arthur_leclerc thank you y/n for setting this amazing opportunity up (not like I got signed because I was incompetent) sebastianvettel just the pretty face for us arthur_leclerc w o w

arthur-leclerc4ferrari I guess I need to change my user

arthur-leclerc4porsche that's better

y/nxarthur this is sad because I looked at the calendar and Arthur will miss the next two races along with the Vegas race

porsche welcome to the family!

y/n.89 when will I get added? I have my two Porsches and haven't bought any other cars porsche.motorsports just sign with us?? redbullracing stay back from our rookie 🤺 maxverstappen1 yeah 🤺 🤺

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charlesslut16 · 1 year

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-En couple-

summary : you and charles were secretly dating and charles told the world about you two...

PAIRING : charles leclerc x fem!reader

WARNINGS : badly translated french

note : just to say this here : i am happy for charles and alexandra. i just did it because it got the idea for this imagine.

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Charles and you were in a secret relationship. No one knew, except for Arthur, Carlos, Lorenzo and Andrea. You both tried hiding it from them, but Arthur, Carlos and Lorenzo walked in on you two while you were cuddling in his driver's room.

Andrea and charles were almost every day together, so it was bound to happen that he would find out. He had three weeks off from racing and then it happened. You had visited him in his home for, said goodbye to him and walked out of his house on the street.

But unfortunately, Charles and Andrea had agreed to meet up to go jogging. As always, Andrea came early and came when you left the house. Charles also came to the door to bring you something you forgot. As Andrea saw you both, he knew exactly what was going on.

But now you were standing next to Andrea while Charles was making an interview with gala for APM Monaco. He was asked questions of his personal and racing life.

Charles started with "Charles Leclerc." and the interview began.

"Date et lieu de naissance?" Date and place of birth.

"16 octobre 1997 à Monaco"

"statut?" status?

"En couple" in a relationship.

There it was. In a Relationship. You were not secret anymore, charles published your relationship to the world. You look at charles and then back to Andrea, who seemed to have the same facial expression as you did.

Not only that, but you couldn't even hear the other questions and answered, as you were stuck with his answer from before. In a relationship. Charles was always so careful with what he said on the social media.

You and Andrea waited for charles to finish his interview. He came to you guys, gave Andrea a fist bump and gave you a kiss on your forehead, while he intertwined his hand with yours. You three walked back to his motor home.

While you walked to his motor home, Andrew and you looked at each other with confusion. Charles didn't notice, he signed photos and gave autographs, all while having a big smile on his face.

"Charles?"

"Yes baby? "

"In the interview, you said that you were taken, but I thought you didn't want the world to know about us. " You answered him, not knowing if what you said was the right thing to say.

"I wanted it to make it public because I hate hiding our relationship. You know we are not good at that. Is it okay that I said it?" He rambled, chuckling but stopping, as he saw your unsure face.

"It's okay, I was just surprised. But next time you drop something about us, let me know first, okay?"

Charles nodded and gave you another kiss on your forehead. Then coming to you era whispering an 'I love you, mon amour'. Charles said goodbye to Andrea and took your hand again.

You let the day go on, talking to other people in the motor home and talking with Isa about something. Isa and you always talked about the stupidest things, when you were alone.

Before charles told the world that you were together, you could walk around the paddock without anybody asking who you were or why you were there, but now every fan asked you if you were the girlfriend of Charles Leclerc.

In the early evening, charles and you bid farewell and went to your apartment to chill and releax your evening. You walked along the paddock, while fans asked you questions, which you didn't aswer.

You just wanted away. Disappear. The questions were overwhelming you to the point where you wanted to cry, but charles was there to help you. You know that the fans wanted to know more about your relationship, but you thought it was too early.

Charles and you went into your apartment. You went into the shower first because charles told you that he needed to post something on his insta, so you agreed to go first.

Charles went after you while you laid on your bed. While you were on the bed, you were scrolling through Insta, liking charles post and scrolling through his comments.

In the comments, there were many question about 'Who is that, Charles?' 'Where/When did you meet each other' or 'How long have you been together for'.

You were mid through the comments, until you felt a hand, charles hand to be precise, on your waist. You hadn't heard him, come out of the bathroom nor coming in to the room, sliding next to you.

"Qu'est-ce que tu fais, mon beau tournesol?" Charles asked you, pulling you against his body and cuddling his head in the crook of your neck. What are you doing, my beautiful sunflower?

You look your phone, tuned around in charles arms, whispered a quick 'nothing' and nuzzled yourself into his warm embrace. You were safe and sound in his arms. He shook his head, while he let out a quick chuckle, at your answer and giving you a kiss on your temple.

He turned around, with you in his embrace, turning the lamp on your nightstand off and now laying on his back, so you could put your head on his chest and cuddle him.

"Je t’aime, mon beau tournesol." I love you, my beautiful sunflower.

"Je t'aime." I love you.

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operationslipperypuppet · 4 months

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to expand lightly on my theory post regarding some of what might be afoot this season (devised and parsed through in collaboration with @stone-stars)

the actions against cassandra and kristen are a revenge plot, orchestrated by a combination of sol, galicaea, and helio. they each have their own vendettas contributing to this. sol has beef with kristen due to the “wholeheartedly reject all offers” scene, where he does turn on her first. he also was incapacitated in freshman year because she let aguefort into his domain. i imagine a sun god isn’t super pleased that there were 4 months of endless night. he also might not like cassandra due to who she used to be. helio once chose kristen and continued to supply her with spells despite her rejection of him and his teachings. she refused to spend any time with him and literally punched him in the face. he’s got some baggage there, for sure. galicaea experienced the first time kristen and cassandra connected, her attempt at convincing kristen was disrupted by the goddess eventually known as cassandra. her followers were responsible for killing the initial version of cassandra. her followers are now facing a revival due to tracker’s pilgrimage (kristen’s ex) and she’s just petty enough to blame kristen for that. plus, her snooty self hated her wolfy side. this revival would arguably make the snootier elves double down on that hatred. as above, so below.

the goings on against fig and the establishment of her cool new horrible luck are probably coming from a devil. the pride armor vision showed that it had ties to that sort of thing. and devils are lawful. fig is not. her ascension into the seat of the bottomless pit was on a technicality and the people who presided over it immediately hated that it happened. she’s been busy (she’s a mortal teen attempting to save the world) and has neglected her hellish domain on a similar level to her father, who lost his job about it. the lawful operatives running hell would not take kindly to that. so they could (would) reach out to her in a moment of her weakness and hand off a curse, as punishment. because hell is also about punishment.

now, i’m sure you’re thinking: why are these in the same post? easy. because i think they’re connected.

the rage stones that were corrupting cassandra and the mages were similar to what happened to ragh’s mom, as zac figured out. lydia is in a medically prolonged state of rage to keep the devil in her chest at bay. (there are some discrepancies over whether it’s a devil or a demon. but i trust ragh to know those minor details over arthur “i forgot to tell lydia i was doing this” aguefort). if something kept back by a prolonged state of rage was given leave to attempt its influence on something (on the astral plane, no less, where rules are almost always different), perhaps its influence would be rage inducing. and, just as she was taken over by one of these stones, kalina, who knew about lydia’s status in sophomore year since she did try to kill lydia, called out “ragh barkrock!”, bringing up another clear and direct connection.

the nightmare king sided with demons during the blood wars. the devils trapped the nightmare king in the forest (this is why arianwen needed gorthalax and why fig’s promotion was vital to their success). the devils would probably want to fight back. the gods we’ve met would probably dislike the imbalance that comes from establishing a new god, especially one who is a riff on one they already destroyed (cassandra establishes that she is not the same goddess she was before her sister killed her. but there have to be similarities. and maybe galicaea doesn’t know that).

the first time we meet our beloved garthy o’brien, they talk about how devils (they say fiends but are explicitly talking about devils and not demons) and celestials and gods are not simply opposed. they’re part of a system that balances out all its parts. angels fall. devils could rise. they work together as part of a bigger system.

so. so. if two specific mortals and their merry band of idiot friends are in direct opposition to some of the most powerful and petty entities in the universe, would they not want to perhaps join forces to attempt to take them down? especially if it could come from freeing one (“important”) devil from decades of being trapped, restoring balance further?

bonus here is the idea that bill seacaster’s goal in hell is to “kill the devil himself”, and perhaps he’s getting too close for comfort and balance must be maintained somehow. and what better way to distract him than by threatening his son?

plus, we know cassandra’s “i thought you were dead” wasn’t directed at kalina or the nightmare king. but maybe, in her brief time back as a god, she noticed the absence of a particular devil. and thought they might have died, when they were actually just trapped.

all that being said, it’s a fun theory to me and maybe we’re completely wrong. but everything we thought about more made it make more sense, which is a wild experience.

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #fantasy high junior year spoilers #fhjy

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I CAMNTTTTTTTT 😭😭😭😭😭

LOOK AT HIM YOU CAN SEEEEE THE HAPPINESS RADIATING FROM HIM

i found it absolutely adorable how he literally just forgot how to speak english and started stuttering and giggling it's so ☹️☹️☹️ he loves ferrari so much it's concerning 🙁

but he's so so happy and he has every reason to be and i'm really happy to see him like this especially considering the weekend he had in zandvoort like what the fuck was that shitstorm

but after this he definitely deserves all the kisses!!! all the kisses and hugs he can get, he needs them nd he deserves them all!!!

i can totally just imagine meeting him halfway when he's on his way back to the garage with arms wide open and a big smile and he just runs into them, almost knocking you both over with the force of his hug, and it makes you wonder how happy he'd be if he got pole today.

and then literally while you're hugging him, you manage to put his collar on and he's just the happiest little boy ever right now, he's with his mommy and he has a sea of tifosi cheering him on and it's making him so happy and flustered and shy!!! he honestly just feels like the luckiest boy in the universe

and then the kisses ensue!!! you kiss all over his face, just attacking him and peppering his entire face with kisses – his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, his lips, his jaw, his dimples, absolutely everywhere, and he's just. he's so happy. soso happy like do not tell him anything bad like don't touch him don't ruin his strategy or forget his tires let him stay happy pls.

Listen I know he didn’t win but I don’t care I love this ask and I’m gonna answer it anyway. I’m also gonna do this in the D/S au because it makes sense to put a collar on Charles then, I’m assuming this is supposed to be that AU :))

Firstly, I think your sweet sub would have been so scared to actually go to Monza? He knows they aren’t performing well, and he knows there will be so much more pressure at their home race. He just…. He’s so tired. He’s so fucking tired.

So you’re very worried about him that weekend, and you try to stay as close as you can, maybe even recruiting all of Charles’s support people? You decide a giant cuddle pile with Andrea and Joris and arthur is required every night of the Monza race weekend.

However, you needn’t have worried.

Because the moment charles arrives and sees the sea of red, instantly his mood is lifted. It’s not pressure, it’s support and he needed it so so bad.

He absolutely thrives, stopping for everyone and taking pictures and listening to everyone say they support him because he needs to hear it so badly. He wears his formal red collar the entire weekend, getting support from you and from the fans and it’s truly incredible.

It’s revitalising. Like he can finally see a way he can finish the season.

And then he qualifies third!! And Carlos is on pole!! Ferrari on pole!! He doesn’t care if it isn’t him, not when it’s in front of the Tifosi.

He’s truly so so happy. And it only gets better when he spots you!! You’ve got his red collar in your hand and your smiling so wide and you’re his mommy!!!

He sprints into your arms, holding you extra tight. He nearly knocks you over and you can feel him pressing kisses to your neck. He’s so so happy!! His mommy and his tifosi!!

Maybe this happens in the pitlane? And so the crowd can actually see the two of you? Obviously they cheer even louder when they see you and Charles hug and Charles genuinely can’t remember a time where he’s ever felt so supported and loved.

You put his collar on for him then, and then you just HAVE to give him all the kisses in the world. You pepper kisses all over his face, making him smile so wide his cheeks hurt. He doesn’t even know what to do with himself.

And then… then you turn him to face the crowd and motion towards him, making the crowd cheer even louder and Charles is just giggling and crying and he can’t believe he’s so lucky.

Yes he’s struggled so much and felt so hopeless and lost but this… this makes it all worth it.

#d/s au #sub!charles #cl #f!reader #soft soft vibes #📓

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Black shuddered violently as he stared at the creature in front of him. Whatever it had once been was gone, replaced in his mind by this….thing.

It was a tall thing now, something he can't imagine had once been that way. Too tall, and so willowy, like a sickly tree barely holding on as the cool of winter tries to tear it away. It swayed, a faint rhythm leaking into his head, nearly pulling him into the pulse as his breathing tried to slow to follow it.

It leaned towards him, the movement making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. It rustled, sounding like a thousand pieces of paper slowly being folded into paper cranes with the volume cranked up to eleven. His teeth filled with static as the top of the creature flowed down, gentle waves dripping these awful bright cyan and pinks, making his stomach churn as it dripped down something flat.

It had no eyes.

He didn't know why that frightened him so much. Maybe it was the weeks of following eyes he had slowly gotten used to, maybe it was the fact he had slowly been opening his own eyes to the true form of his world, but it didn't have eyes. This….this thing had none, and yet it stared right into him.

It suddenly twisted, a violent but graceful movement as it twisted so its "body" (for lack of a better term) now face sideways, as though to mimic a sort of…curiosity? He watched as it slowly began to bubble, body starting to split down the side. His teeth started filling with static, a sensation that helped him resist the urge to cry out as the thing pulled a long spindly piece of its form away, then splitting that again. And again. And again.

In a blink those hours of cracking suddenly stopped, leaving a sharp thin appendage of sorts jutting from the smooth thing. The wound dripped a dark ink, drying just as quickly as it tried to flow out. But, more distracting then that, was the shimmering. This newly seperated piece shimmered, a kaleidoscope of colors drawing his eye into it. It made his heart ache, gently knocking at the door in his head.

It felt like his mind was set on fire, a door he didn't even realize he had being swung open but from the inside, not out. It was a million memories pulled from his mind and reflecting right into his own eyes, yet so alien and distant. It showed him everything had seen before, all he wished for, what he clawed so desperately for, and yet politely remained blind to it all, turning away from the flooded door.

It was too long before it reached out towards him, fear flooding his senses as this vile thing reached closer, closer, he needed to move why couldn't he move just movejustmovejustMO-

"Black!"

He gasped, shaking violently under a warm and reassuring grip. "A-arthur?" He mumbled. His voice was raspy, like he had been screaming for years for now. Maybe he had. "Are you okay? Why are you crying?" Black slowly blinked, raising a trembling hand just in time to catch a hot pink tear as it fell. When had he started crying?Instead of asking he only looked around, trying to take it all back in. The eyes were back, but they didn't seem as predatory now. No, this was no longer entertaining to them. Now they seemed…quiet. They watched, waiting. Just patiently waiting.

If our sonas are like a concentrated form of our creativity, then what's to say they actually look like us? Who's to say that if we stripped back our personal illusions, that they would look anything like a person at all? Maybe all it would be is a shambling approximation of a human shape, filled to bursting with the lingering taste of experiences and the things that shaped us and our art into what it is.

You didn't think I forgot about this au, did you? Welcome back to episode three of our Broken 4th wall Lovebug featuring Black, @blackkatdraws2 narrator and the form of an artist that even we artists can never see! I'm sure he's fine after staring right into the face of a living memory unraveling exactly what he is. I'm sure that won't make him question himself and his existence even more.

#galix #my art #tsp #tspud #narratorverse #eldrich horror

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Nothing to apologise for (Charles Leclerc)

Note: english is not my first language. This request is particularly special because this is a topic that I feel huge responsibility writing about and I feel grateful that I'm trusted enough to have it be requested. This is a neurodivergent!reader piece and while I like to see everything as we are all the same and I hate the idea of labelling, I tried to do this is the most respectful way with help and knowledge that I gathered over the years. These are a few little moments but they are in no way representative of the whole spectrum!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm not actively taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so but know that I'm not certain when I'll be able to tend to them!

You and Charles were walking through the busy monégasque streets, the sun shining as you both made your way to one of your favourite restaurants that was by the harbour, Charles hand in yours as he pointed out different buildings and spots that held special memories for his childhood, "the bus to school used to stop here and my friends would all join me and then we'd go to school there", he pointed as you looked at the gate, smiling and imagining a smaller Charles playing with his friends. Being with Charles was easy, he had managed to sweep you off your feet while always respecting your boundaries. Arriving at the restaurant, you and Charles ordered your food and spoke about the upcoming week while you waited, the restaurant getting fuller as people came in for lunch, the waiters doing their best to cater to everyone as it got busier, your hand travelling to Charles' wrist slowly as your fingers played with the beads on his bracelets, pushing them around in an attempt to calm your sensory receptors, "Is this okay?", Charles asked, noticing your sole focus on the black pieces while you softly nodded, your boyfriend not needing anymore from you, much unlike at the beggining of your relationship where he would have turned motherhen mode on and bombard you with questions if you should move or leave, now knowing and understanding your needs.

Charles had managed to finally find a place in everyone's schedule so that you could meet his brother Arthur who, given his busy racing schedule, you hadn't met yet. "Are you feeling good?", Charles asked as you made your way to his mum's house, who you had met before, "Yes, not too nervous I think. I've met your mother and Lorenzo and that went fine so I hope this one goes fine too", you states softly, looking out the window to find you were approaching the familiar neighbourhood. Entering the house, you greeted Pascale before introducing yourself to Arthur, "I'm Y/N, how are you?", you said as you felt his arm hug your side quickly, "I'm Arthur, very good, I'm happy we finally got to meet eachother!", he said as you were ushered to the table in the dining area, you picking the spot by the windows that allowed the room to have a nice and soft afternoon light in, "Here, let me get your hair", Charles said, unlooping the hairband he kept on his wrist for you and made a half up half down situation with your hair so it wouldn't be falling around, "with those skills you're going to take me out of business soon", his mum giggled as she looked at the table, "Oh, I forgot to bring the salad to the table". Seeing his mum get up, Charles was quicker to do so, saying he would go and get it. Getting to the kitchen, he saw the bowl on the counter and as he was grabbing the seasonings for it he heard a rhythmic noise from the dining room, prompting him to quickly head over so he could confirm that what he was thinking was true, your head was banging on the wall beside your head since the chair was just about nudging it, "Hey, hey mon coeur, I know it feels really good but you have to stop, okay?", he said gently once he was able to slot his fingers between your head and the wall, thanking his mum who he assumed had managed to fold a fabric napkin and placed it where his fingers now were.

Once you seemed to stop, you straightened your back, "I'm sorry", you said, Charles immediately reassuring you, "you have nothing to apologise for, mon coeur, I just don't want you to hurt yourself", he said as he helped you up, wanting to switch so you would sit in the chair that had a little more space between the table and the window, placing your hand on his leg so you could stim in a safer way. Tapping his clothed thigh, you couldn't help but notice his brother's somewhat unreadable expression that maybe required some elucidation, "I'm on the autism spectrum and doing that with my head is soothing sometimes, it's not really something I can control really", you explained, Arthur nodding his head, "I'm sorry for questioning, I didn't know", he said sincerely, "It's okay, there's no way you'd know and It's fine by me", you smiled, the tapping on your boyfriend's leg helping you obtain some of the soothing your previous movements were granting you.

Grabbing you a pair of the radio system's headphones, Charles asked Xavi to lower down their volume as he carefully placed them on your ears, brushing the hairs that insisted in hindering your eyes before he kissed your forehead, "Have a nice race, drive safe please!", you said as he pecked your lips, "I will, ma belle", he winked, grabbing his balaclava and getting ready to begin the race. Charles was involved in a few overtakes and undertakes, but he had gotten a race win in the end, the garage erupting in cheer as the mechanics congratulated eachother, a soft smile on your face from his achievements as you scooted to a quieter area with Charles' communications assistant. When the car arrived back in the garage, you saw your boyfriend get out before removing his helmet and balaclava, hugging everyone before he got to you, "Congratulations Charles, you deserve it", you went in for a hug, the feeling of his racesuit on your skin not quite pleasant and his beard tickling you, "merci, mon coeur", he said as he noticed your skin erupt in goosebumps, "still not a fan of the racesuit?", he giggled, knowing you wouldn't take it to heart, "yep, it's still itchy, it's a good thing it protects you and you look nice in it", you smiled before you let him go to his podium, watching it from the TV screen in the garage.

Excited didn't even begin to cut it. Everyone that was important to you and Charles was gathered in the garden as you and you boyfriend had a little gathering to celebrate his race win, your parents talking to you before your boyfriend joined in, "Congratulations Charles, we watched the race on TV", your mother commented as she hugged him, your father then shaking his hand before you latched again to his side, his soft cologne soothing you. When Pascale announced she was bringing out a surprise for her son, you made your way to her so you could help her carry it to the table, Charles looking at you both with a raised eyebrow while you swayed from side to side, your boyfriend immediately smiling at how cute you looked in the dress you had chose to wear, "Y/N kept this at my place so you wouldn't snoop around", Pascale reasoned with her son as he placed his hand on the box's lid, lifting to find a big collection of frames all attached together, the pictures ranging from his early karting days to the latest win you were celebrating, every frame having your writing on them with the date and location. Knowing your passion for arts and crafts, Charles smiled at the effort and passion you had put in a present that was just for him, giving his mum a kiss on her forehead before hugging you and pecking your lips, intertwining his fingers in yours while you pointed to the different photes and quotes, "For this one I used the marker you got me from Zandvoort, it smells a bit bad but it's so pretty, when the light hits it, it goes sparkly, see?", you moved it around a bit, "and this one I had to get help from your mum because I couldn't glue it down, but we managed to do it", you smiled as you looked at his smiling face, his heart filled with love and admiration for you and your thoughtful present, "this is a great idea, I love it, thank you amour", he said, "I think this will look great by the piano in the living room!".

Later that night, you and Charles had retired to the bedroom, Charles already sitting on his side of the bed while he waited for you to do your night routine, knowing you were brushing your teeth, would then take your jewellery off and set it in the dressing table, brush your hair and plait it so it was out of your face before coming to bed and grab a book to read before sleeping. Watching you do all of that enamoured him every single night, no matter how many times he had seen you do it, the smile on his face crinkling his eyes as you looked at him, "you always look at me with that face" you pointed as you watched him through the mirror, "you always look beautiful while you do it and I always think I'm the luckiest man ever", he smiled, noticing the blush on your cheeks as you got up to join him, "So, what are we reading tonight?", he asked before you grabbed the book from nightstand. When you and Charles spent you first night together, you told him you usually read before bed to help you relax and disconnect from the busy day, and after making sure you were comfortable sharing that routine with him, your boyfriend took in the habit too, your back resting on his chest while you both read every night you spent together since.

You had arrived in the paddock with Charles' communications assistant that morning, having left the hotel later than your boyfriend since he had an early morning meeting at the hospitality. Giving a quick wave to everyone on the garage, you moved to your boyfriend's driver's room since all the noises on the garage from the mechanics welding, making holes and attaching pieces was bothering you, grabbing your headphones so you could play some music while you waited for him. Around fifteen minutes later, the door opened to reveal the handsome Ferrari driver, you taking your headphones off and storing them back in your bag, knowing how much you didn't want loose them, before you got up to greet him, "Good morning, mon coeur, how was the meeting?", you asked before kissing his lips, "very good, we're hoping for good results today", he said smiling as he took his t-shirt off and put on a team one, "I'm going to head to the garage because they need to fit my seat, I'll be right back", he winked before he headed out the door.

Ferrari was hosting a dinner before everyone headed for their summer break and you and Charles' family had been invited too, your boyfriend being whisked away from you quickly as there was a sponsor he hadn't met yet, leaving you in the drinks table as you grabbed something to eat too, looking around and appreciating the good architecture of the building and room that made the acoustics of sharing the same space with a lot of people more bearable. Noticing you were alone and taking in the scene, Charles' brothers approached you, "Y/N, you're looking lovely tonight", Lorenzo said, "thank you, Charles wanted us to match", you snickered, your head nodding to your boyfriend who had a suit that shared the same colours as your soft dress, seeing someone join the three of you, "Marco, how are you?", the youngest and oldest Leclercs greeted the middle aged man before introducing you, "This is Y/N, Charles' girlfriend", Lorenzo said as you waved, getting closer to them, "Hi, how have you been?", you asked, "Ah, Y/N, don't be fooled, this may be the first time I'm meeting you but I feel like I've known you for so long. You know, Charles never shuts up about you, at first we even thought he was overcompensating because he was lying about having a girlfriend, but turns out he was truthful", he smiled.

#charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc fluff #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic

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MBO Robert's Rebellion: Episode 5

[edit: forgot to mention, this is three years on from ep4]

the middle act of 'season 1' lol. would call this the Tywin/Aerys divorce chapter but honestly they were divorced from the first.

on Serala of Myr... perhaps unsurprisingly I don't like the idea that she was this 'snake with tits' whispering terrible ideas in Denys Darklyn's ear: so here she just married some Westerosi lord who was hankering after her and promising her a wealthy life, but is largely uninterested in his affairs. I don't think it's a reach though to assume the people of Duskendale found her helpful subject to project onto when things went awry and they didn't want to blame their noble lord.

Prev: Episode 1, Episode 2, Episode 3, Episode 4

Next: Episode 6

title for this one: Aerys Targaryen Fucks Around

A masked ball at the Red Keep. Everything looks extravagant as hell. Aerys dances with a beautiful woman who smiles at him each time their eyes meet, and that excites him. Rhaella (in the early stages of another pregnancy, and with faint marks on her neck) looks to Ser Bonifer Hasty who stands at the side of the hall. Ser Bonifer Hasty looks abruptly away.

Aerys' dance with his partner concludes; she smiles at him, then quickly departs his side and goes to make eyes at Rhaegar, who is sitting at the side plucking the strings of his harp. Aerys, pissed, gets up to interrupt the next dance and make a speech to the party

The speech is kind of shit. Aerys feels grandiose and charismatic but he's obviously drunk and slurs his words as he talks of the future greatness of the kingdom. After an awkward clap that Aerys doesn't recognise as such, he stands down, and Tywin stands up: the king is obviously enjoying himself, he says, but he as Hand nonetheless echoes those sentiments. Bit of a laugh goes round. Aerys, embarrassed now, sits there stewing

opening creds lol

The King's council. Denys Darklyn has stopped paying his taxes and requests the presence of the King so that he might petition him!!! Tywin says that is absolutely not happening, and he will see to it that Lord Denys does pay his taxes with interest. Aerys begins a protest, maybe he DOES want to go to Duskendale, but Tywin shuts him down a little angrier than usual, and says also, enough with these expensive parties for a minute - they have other things to be focusing on

In the Great Hall, Ser Bonifer Hasty in the presence of the King. He requests the King's blessing to depart King's Landing and begin his Holy Hundred. Aerys like 'sure whatever lol'. Rhaella watching from the sidelines, barely able to conceal her heartbreak

Rhaegar in the ruins at Summerhall, playing another strange Valyrian tune on the harp. Suddenly, he's taken by a vision: a rising sun, a blue rose, a woman's scream, a dragon's roar. Note: whilst I imagine Dany's visions as clear and visceral, Rhaegar's lack the same clarification - they should be more like that fucked up tunnel Willy Wonka takes the kids through in that 1970s movie. Rhaegar looks up to see Arthur Dayne, who we see has been standing at a small distance from the prince, eyes fixed ahead

In Duskendale: Denys Darklyn and his wife Serala of Myr, who sits making a dress for herself in the style of home. He explains to her his grievances with the King, and wonders if Aerys will come to Duskendale. Serala, who speaks the common tongue well enough but perhaps not so well as to follow the intricacies of Westerosi tax systems, humours her husband with a nod

Rhaegar riding back to King's Landing with Arthur Dayne, in the midst of a field. Rhaegar wonders if Arthur knows how Summerhall burned: the story of Egg trying to cook eggs. Rhaegar was born here, and has always felt a connection to the place, he says. Now, he decides to confide in Arthur that he's been having Visions, and Arthur nods, unsurprised: that's why he came to his side, after all. Rhaegar nods: checks out. He now has a cryptic friend to hang out with x

Rhaella's new pregnancy: it's hard to get a moment of privacy from the maesters and midwives Aerys sends around after her. Pushed to her limit, she opens a closet and locks herself in, sliding to the floor in the dark

Aerys decides he wants to be kingly, announces at a new council meeting that he means to build an Enormous Wall a hundred leagues north of the existing wall (wow and to think this was written before 2016). Tywin is like pls be serious, that is not what we need right now. Aerys tries to make his case, but is shut down by Tywin, who suggests he go rest - he looks tired. The council hide smiles

Well now obviously he's going to do it. Aerys rises in the middle of the night. Rhaella rouses beside him and and wonders aloud where he's going. Aerys says he's gong to take a man to task in Duskendale. Rhaella asks if it will come to blows, Aerys (excited) says he does not know. Rhaella says nothing but we can see her manifesting something

Tywin, waking up some hours later. what the FUCK is going on

Aerys hits the road! He's having a grand old time with his guards. He has an apple. He stops at an inn. The smallfolk wave to see him go, and Aerys waves back. He feels like a king

Aerys reaches Duskendale. People don't seem quite so friendly here, but he doesn't take the meaning. Arriving in the castle's courtyard, the gates close behind them. Aerys looks for Lord Denys but does not find him. Instead, archers of Duskendale take out the men around him, and his KG Ser Gwayne Gaunt (you KNOW I've got that wiki open) is killed by the Duskendale master-at-arms. Aerys begins to suspect something is afoot

Serala of Myr watching from the window

Tywin enters the council chamber, where all the men who enabled this latest nonsense sit silent. Tywin goes to his seat, and sits heavily. ffs

#sparknotes robert's rebellion #asoiaf #the most sympathy i've ever felt for tywin is writing aerys #this guy is unreal

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lazy-toad · 7 months

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Malev 37 reaction but all in one post coz I'm lazy

John is pissy, my favourite John

Uh oh Oscar's asking too many questions

"it's an old book Arthur 🙄" I love him

OH OSCAR

"how little you realise" literally me listening to this

Oh Arthur you're saying too much

Oh god he's saying 'we' he just wants a friend this is going to end so badly

"I suppose I'll just watch again then" John :((

I'm sorry John I love you but all I can imagine right now is a pouty three year old crossing their arms and stamping their feet

BECAUSE YOU'RE MY FRIEND AND I TRUST YOU

SO IF I IGNORE YOU IT'S NOT BECAUSE I DON'T CARE

Godddd I forgot how much I love them

"like a fracture of it" ...... Augh

Oh fuck how did I forget about the stone I was confused as to why Arthur was so weird about it being late. I was so caught up in the joy of friendship I forgor about the fucking stone

I love when I can tell what a patreon choice is hehe

Oh Oscar :(

I BELIEVE YOU'RE MY PURPOSE !??!?! YOU MET HIM LIKE FOUR HOURS AGO

"I know you don't believe in him but he believes in you" .... Hmm don't know how I feel about that but it's the thought that counts ig

"still it's nice to have Oscar as an option" he's trying so hard to be nice and I love him so much

"As if various fluids were spilled here" now there's the podcast I know and love!

"I hope"

"until I can rely fully on you again" pain and suffering :(

Trapped entities......

Fractured parts of great ones.....

Head in hands Johnnnnnnn

Children :(

The fucking music box song goddddd

JOHN AND OSCAR MIGHT NOT HAVE HEARD THAT BUT I DID

SCARY

Tried to relisten to that bit a few times but I still can't make out what John said about the painting

Oscar :( uh oh

cut it off

Oh god

"WELL DONE ARTHUR" OH YEAH WE'RE SO FUCKING BACK BABEY

Arm amputation asmr 😍

"you didn't make it all the way through" oh god

Fuck me how many more swings is he going to have to take

Oscar :(

Please don't tell me it's his arm that's squelching

It is

Dreamland forest (evil edition)

John I know your priorities are keeping Arthur alive but leaving a man passed out on the floor when you just cut his arm off does seem a bit rude

Ough what an episode

#another banger as always #malevolent #malevolent podcast #malevolent spoilers

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cafeinthemoon · 11 months

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More Myself Than I Am - Chapter V

Chapter 5/?

Wordcount 2,9k

Title Rashomon

Fandom Bungo Stray Dogs

Pairing Ryuunosuke Akutagawa X reader

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warnings: implied violent death

Tagging @lasidollily @darling-imobsessed @samyayaya (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just send an ask or a message 😉)

N. A.: So finally, after several months and with a bunch of other projects to occupy my time, I managed to finish this chapter! I'm so happy! I was a bit hard to work on it bc there were details I've completely forgot about, given the time I've spent away from this story, but it's finally here. In this one, we will have the direct continuation of the previous chapter, and great revelations to reader...

Hope you enjoy it and I'm sorry for all ths time without updates XD

You had no time to turn and look at him.

Something fast, sharp made its way toward you with the power of a lightning and wrapped itself around you before you could think of pushing or stopping it. You looked down and saw what reminded you of a black stripe on your waist; it pulled you behind, and in a split second you found yourself breathless, trembling in your friend’s arms, your ability deactivating by the startle and the exhaustion.

The next thing you remembered was Akutagawa summoning more of those shadows against the men, the stripes widening to block your peripheral sight. The vivid sound of flesh being pierced and sliced was heard, followed by suffocated screams of fear and despair. The stripes came back to their place with a swoosh and disappeared, and then there was silence.

You were still unable to move, only standing thanks to his grip. You didn’t dare look at your adversaries now – or what was left of them – and were satisfied in just imagining what might happened. At least you no longer had to worry.

Now, you needed to focus on the things you just found out.

First, your brother-in-law was a terrible person, involved in activities with high probability of being illegal. Second, your family was now in danger, and you couldn’t do anything for them when you yourself were in a much worse situation. Finally, the man with whom you were about to have a date was an esper just like you. You didn’t know if you should be relieved or desperate: Arthur also had special abilities, but that didn’t bring you any safeness. However, Akutagawa has always been gentle with you; and, when you found yourself in the most dangerous situation of your life since the incident with Virginia, he just came to protect you. Should you expect things to be different?

There wasn’t much time to think about this, though: once the work was done and your survival was assured, the next thing to do was to provide an escape route, something that wasn’t really hard since your partner summoned the shadows again and took you with him to the nearest rooftop, perhaps the same he used to access the alley. You held your breath and shut your eyes tight with the sudden change of place, only opening them again when you sensed a ground under your feet.

Akutagawa still had an arm around you, but with his free hand he grabbed his phone to make a call.

This was what he said when the person answered:

– It’s done. Take your men to the place and clean it.

He turned it off and typed a second number. This time, the conversation lasted a bit longer, and the imperative note in his voice wasn’t present, an indicative of the superiority of the person to whom he talked that time.

– Sir, the mission was accomplished. The men are taking care of the rest.

The person on the other side of the line seemed to ask something, but you weren’t able to hear it.

– No problem – Akutagawa replied – We’re on our way.

There was no need to explain to whom the we was referring to. When the call ended, you had the nerve to ask where he was going to take you.

– To the only place where you can stay safe for now – he looked around and below, as to make sure you didn’t have unwanted eyes watching anything.

No other explanation was given after this. He left that rooftop and took you to the ground of another alley, where there was a black car at its entry, maybe the same you saw him entering in the day he walked you home.

You didn’t question his intentions or hesitate to approach the vehicle: your legs, still able to walk, led you to it, and when the door was opened, your body just found its way inside it. Akutagawa took the place by your side and closed the door.

Once you sat down, your head was so heavy that you had to hold your forehead to not fall on the front seat’s back. An order was whispered to the driver by your friend, and the car started moving fast and silent. The last thing you remembered was trying to lean your back on the seat when a dizziness took over your senses and your sight went completely dark.

***

Your eyes were heavy when you tried to open them for the first time, but you did it after a few attempts. You blinked to get used to the light and, when your sight cleared, you took the next moment to understand your position and surroundings.

Your back was leaning on the softness of an armchair, your head inclined to the side, your hands resting on your lap. You moved on the chair and sensed a numbness on your limbs, typical of a fainting; you searched through your memories and recollected the moment you entered the car and were followed by Akutagawa.

You straightened up on your spot and shivered: your skin was cold despite the regular temperature of the room. You passed your arms around yourself and observed the place…

And were impressed by the sophistication and beauty you found.

It was a large apartment with modest yet fine decoration, with dark, grayish walls and a black, polished floor, covered with carpets. At your right, you sensed there was natural light, as if entering through glass; you turned toward it and discovered a pair of transparent doors, wide open. There was no wind coming in, but that explained the cold air around. You also sensed a slight, mixed smell of camphor and tea.

Quiet steps were heard near your spot, and you found out weren’t left alone in that room. You raised your eyes and saw Akutagawa approaching and stopping in front of your chair. Suddenly, the memory of the fight in the alley, when he activated his powers, came back and you flinched. Ignoring your reaction, he just did what he intended: with his right hand, he touched your ear with his fingertips, the same ear hit by the metal bead controlled by the man of the scars; when you felt the touch, you noticed your skin was covered with a bandage. With the contact, it burned a little: it was when you realized the metal hit hard.

Akutagawa was the first to speak.

– It stopped bleeding, then – and, moving his hand away, – Good.

You touched your ear in the same spot he did.

– Did you make this bandage?

He nodded in confirmation.

– Thank you.

Instead of replying, he went back to the kitchen, then returned with two cups of tea in hands, one of which he offered to you. You murmured a “thank you” and he took a seat on a chair identical to yours, placed near it, crossing his legs in a what might be the most informal manners he was able to assume.

You took the tea in tense silence, except for the moment you complimented him for the good work in preparing the drink.

– I do it the same way almost every day – he justified – It’s a simple recipe, which makes things easier for me, especially in the busy days.

You found it strange that he gave you all this explanation about his relationship with the process of making tea instead of just accepting your compliment, but you didn’t question it, limiting yourself to an “I see” before the silence was again established between you.

When you finished your tea, you kept your eyes in the cup’s bottom, observing the wet leaves inside it while warming your hands with the remaining heat of the porcelain.

Akutagawa, whose practical manners wouldn’t be left aside by the tensions of earlier, was the one who started the conversation.

– I suppose you want to know where you are.

You raised your eyes to him as soon as you heard those words.

– This apartment is mine – he explained – At the moment, we are in a building that belongs to the organization I work for.

You swallowed. After everything you’ve experienced that day, the word organization was starting to acquire a suspicious meaning.

– What kind of... organization is this one?

The young man in front of you didn’t spare your ears nor your nerves with his answer.

– One that serves as a pillar for the city you came to live in: The Port Mafia.

You felt your entire body tensing up, and your hands tightened around the empty cup. You opened your mouth, but closed it again, not knowing what to say to this.

So… I was about to have a date with a member of a criminal organization?

None of this represented a problem to Akutagawa, who seemed to have anticipated it.

– Revealing this to you in the current circumstances wasn’t in my plans, y/n-san – he continued, the same composed tone as before – But we have nor the choice nor the time to make things different. So, let me explain the situation first, then you will have the chance to decide what to do. As you already noticed, I myself am an esper too. My ability is called Rashomon. To summarize, it is a fabric that devours anything that enters its reach, which includes the space itself. I’ve been working for the Mafia since I was a kid, and for all these years it served me well. There are others like us in our organization, as much as there are common people. We are present in all possible segments of society, and this is how it came to our knowledge that a woman with non documented powers has arrived in Yokohama.

You swallowed.

So, I’ve been observed for all this time.

Suddenly, it came to your memory that night when you sensed a strange presence near your building and went to check it out. Since you couldn’t find anything, you forgot about the episode, supposing that it was just an impression. Now, you weren’t so sure of this.

But Akutagawa hasn’t finished yet.

– However, the Port Mafia is not the only group that knows about you: a foreigner organization, involved with international traffic of espers and counting on native agents to maintain its activities, has been surrounding our city for months and discovered your existence by the same time as us. That man Arthur was one of their agents. He was using your sister to approach you. I was designated to follow his steps, and I suppose he was well informed about me, for he recognized me that day when we met.

The image of Arthur cheering up in the company of your sisters in that occasion, then the one of his body falling and crashing down in your living room returned to you, and your hands trembled.

– It’s a shame that I only found about him when it was too late – you whispered.

– And this is what I wanted to ask you about – your friend continued, unaffected – What happened in your apartment?

You took a deep breath and recalled the disturbing events. It was curious that, instead of the expected shame or fear, speaking about the things you heard and saw – and especially what you did about them – brought a deep sensation of relief; it might have been because you had someone like you to hear the story, or because you finally accepted all of that as real, and not a nightmare, once you talked, or even something between these two. Besides, the fact that Akutagawa didn’t interrupt you and showed no signs of shock or disgust with your actions contributed with this sense of comfort: somehow, his view on what happened to you – and about you – had deep importance.

– And now I don’t know what to do – you concluded, your voice beginning to crack – I can’t go back to my house and see how my sisters are doing, neither I can go to the police without exposing myself... I’m trapped...

No verbal response came from your listener, as he gave you a moment to regain sobriety. When he finally opened his mouth, was to make you an offer.

– Now you understand why I said this is the safest place for you now? – and, when you gave him a nod, – But you can’t stay here forever. And, about this, our head wants to have a conversation with you.

You gasped. The head of the Port Mafia – whoever they were – was interested in you and your powers? Well, you wouldn’t have been taken there for any other reason.

– I don’t know how much you’ve heard about this, but we, bearers of special abilities living in this country, are under an inconvenient bureaucracy – Akutagawa continued – This means that our condition needs to be documented and cataloged by the government, or else our lives might become difficult, whether we are involved with an organization that utilizes our powers or not. Since you don’t have such documentation, no support from the regular authorities must be expected in your case. So, as you can see, things are harder for you than for your family at this moment.

Well, good. As if it wasn’t enough for you to go through all the terrible things involving Arthur and his partners, now you had to worry about documentation.

You sighed.

– If my situation is as complicated as you’re saying, what difference my choice would make to you? As far as I can see, I’ve only been a problem for anyone who surrounds me. What does the Port Mafia expect to gain with this case?

Akutagawa uncrossed his legs and stood up, taking the cup from your hands.

– This is exactly what our head wants to discuss with you – he explained – My role was assure your integrity and bring you to our quarters. Any other information you need to know, you will have from him.

Before you had the chance to continue the conversation, two knocks were heard at the front door. Akutagawa extended a stripe of his Rashomon to unlock it, making you flinch: despite having witnessed it in action before, it was just unsettling to watch him use his power in a casual place such as a living room.

The door was open and there you saw a short, young man with vibrant, ginger hair under a hat and a black coat hanging upon his shoulders. He had his hands on his waist, in an informal position that made him stand out of the environment.

For a moment, he didn’t open his mouth, staring at Akutagawa, then at you, then back to the first, as if not knowing if he should say what he came to say or if he arrived at the wrong time.

With a sigh, he finally decided to speak.

– Ah, you’re here at last – and, with a gesture of his thumb that indicated some place behind him – Boss is impatient to see you. He’s waiting in his office.

Akutagawa nodded in concordance.

– We’re on our way.

He looked at you without a word, but you were quick to understand: you were going to see his superior – “the boss”, as his partner said – in the next moments. You stood up too, looking at the ginger, then back to your friend.

– I’m ready.

***

At first, you thought that you would have your eyes covered or you would be knocked out to wake up only when you were in front of the said Mafia’s leader – since you weren’t part of the organization, possessed special abilities and were desperate, every measure must be taken, so that you would never reveal the smallest information to the outside world. However, none of this happened: Akutagawa didn’t even hold your arm during the walk; he just led you to an elevator at his apartment’s floor and, after a few seconds of lifting, its doors opened to reveal a large corridor surrounded by black walls that, according to him, would lead to your destination. He was the first to step into it, and you just followed him.

It was when the reason why you were allowed to see the path became clear.

This is the quarters of the city’s underworld. The closer I get to its head, the harder would be for me to leave and reveal anything.

By the end of the corridor, a tall pair of doors were visible.

– It’s here – his voice echoed through the liminal space, despite his low tone.

He pushed them with little effort, and you saw them move in synchrony, revealing a wide room that would be as dark as its outsides if it wasn’t for the wall entirely made of glass at the observer’s left, just like the one at Akutagawa’s apartment; thanks to them, you were able to analyze your surroundings in precious details.

The room would seem empty with a lighter color palette, but the one chosen for it did an excellent work in using the extra space, from the decorated ceiling lining to the dark green wallpaper, and the intricate patterns of the large, wine-shaded carpet. At the opposite side of the room, at least meters ahead of your spot, there was a woody work-table, a black chair and three shelves full of books, placed on both of the table’s sides and behind it; a second chair, modest if compared with the first one, was before the table, as if it wasn’t part of the room and it was only brought there moments before you arrived.

You and Akutagawa weren’t the only ones at that place: standing at the side of the glass wall, with his hands behind his back, a man with black coat and a red scarf upon his shoulders was observing the outsides. He turned to you as soon as the doors were closed, and greeted you both with a composed smile.

You approached as he went to take a place close to the table, and once you put your eyes on his face, you froze. Yes, he was different from how you used to see him – his hair was properly combed, his beard has been shaved and his entire apparel was dark – but there was no way for you to be deceived.

There you had the head of Port Mafia, though you knew him by another name.

– Dr. Ougai?

Chapter 6

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tonysbed · 2 years

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My soft spot

Thomas Shelby x Fem!Reader

Summary: Thomas doesn’t have a vulnerable point in his life.It’s not really his family nor is it Grace.But the rivals found something..more someone who makes him fall to his knees

Warnings:Soft!Tommy(Is that a warning?),Cursing, Guns,Murder(It’s the Peaky Blinders🤷🏼‍♀️)

A/n:This is a scenario I imagined while listening to this.NO GRACE HATE!

>Not proofread<

“We’ll hit you,where you are most vulnerable Mr.Shelby”Thomas just looked calmly at the man who stood meters away from him”Alright.And that would be?”Polly gave him a warning look,which he ignored. The man laughed and gave a signal to his men.They brought someone forward from behind.

You.It was You.

“You got to be kidding me”Ada said.The entire Shelby clan instantly tensed up.Grace didn’t knew who you were.She just questioned why everyone tensed up as they saw you. Thomas glared at his rival.

“Leave her out of this.”

You looked up at Thomas.His fist clenched”You are her father.What is your problem,eh?”Arthur asked.Your father let out a laugh.

”I have finally something to hurt him with.I wasn’t able to before but I found out the bitch here is under protection of the Shelby family.You only protect people you care for”

Thomas took a deep breath”Get.on.your.knees”Your father said.Polly looked at Ada.She nodded.Thomas fell forward onto his knees.So did John.Arthur,Ada and Polly.Only Grace stood there,completely confused.

”I assume that the blonde one over there isn’t really a Shelby and doesn’t even know who my daughter is”You looked up at him”I’m not your daughter anymore.You fucking destroyed me.”You said and looked at Thomas”What do you want so you let her go..?”Thomas asked.Your father looked at him.

”Let her go”

All of your heads snapped over to your sister”Why are you keep harassing her Dad?Gosh!Just leave her be.She doesn’t do any harm!”Your father scoffed”She married a shelby.She’s a whore”You looked down”Do you even know what you’re saying there?”She asked. “Let her go Dad”

Your father hesitated.He was right where he wanted to be.The Shelby’s on their knees,ready to give up everything,You and the power.Before he could decide you finally jumped up and ran.Thomas stood up and held you close to him but you two fell back on your knees together.Your father just watched.

“Are you okay?Please tell me he didn’t hurt you”

You just cried into his chest.The rest of the Shelby’s pulled out their guns and pointed them at your family rivals.

Tommy slowly pulled both of you up.He turned his back to your father and held your face in his hands.You looked up at him.His eyes filled with concern as he wiped your tears away”He will pay for this”Tommy whispered as he pulled you close again.

His forehead on yours.It was like time stopped and it was just you and him.Both of you forgot the world and just held each other”I’m never letting you go again. You’re staying no matter what you say”

You smiled weakly”Didn’t had the intention to leave again Tom”

The way you said his name made him shiver.He took your hand and made your way behind Arthur and John.Grace was still in shock”I’m sorry.Who is that?!”

Thomas now remembered that she was there.Ada looked over at her”Don’t try Grace.It’s always gonna be Y/n.”She scoffed”I didn’t love Thomas either way”

With that she walked away.Arthur and John looked at each other”Never liked her in the first place”Polly said.

”None of us did Pol”Ada laughed.You just held onto Tommys arm.God you just realised how much you actually needed him.How much you missed him and how much you loved him.It was never gonna change.

He took your hand and walked towards his car but turned his head while helping you in”Deal with them.”

John and Arthur nodded.

Tommy had his hand on your thigh the whole ride.You finally saw your house again.Your safe place.

You both got out of the car”Welcome home luv”You smiled”Not completely.”He looked confused”What do you-“You kissed him.Finally.

You were finally home.

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cainluvr69 · 5 months

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Surely, We Can Make Miracles Chapter 21

Previous Chapter

Arthur: We've followed the mermaids a pretty long way…

Cain: Are we coming up on Adams Island yet…?

Rutile: …Oh! I can see something, over that way!

Chloe: …You're right… Are those…buildings…?

Murr: That's Adams Island! I wonder if the beautiful stone staircases it was known for are still in one piece?

Rustica: You've been to the island before, Murr?

Murr: Yep! Aaaages ago, though!

Cain: There are a lot of overhangs around here. Everyone, be careful you don't run into them.

Chloe: Okay… The mermaids are all swimming pretty close to the ground…

Arthur: …Mm, with all the sand swirling around, it's kind of hard to see. Be careful, everyone…!

Cain: Gotcha!

Rutile & Chloe: Okay!

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Arthur: … …Now that the sand's mostly settled, it's really starting to look like a city…

Rustica: …What a mystical landscape… It's hard to imagine that long in the past, people walked through these streets…

Cain: …I can see something carved into this monument…it's pretty faint…

Rutile: …Coral Road… Is this the street's name…?

Murr: Oh, I'm feeling downright nostalgic! I used to walk through this part of town a lot! I'd sit in the window seat of that cafe there with a book or two… …!

Arthur: …!

Chloe: Wh-what? What is it?!

Arthur: Something's coming closer…

Rutile: "Something"…?

Rustica: We should hide ourselves.

Cain: But…

Arthur: Rustica's right. It's something that we have absolutely no chance of defeating.

Cain: …

Murr: …

Rutile: …

Chloe: …

Rustica: …

Arthur: …

Hwylryn: My, my. A whole flock of wizards.

Arthur: …A young man with a silver bracelet…?

Rutile: Hwylryn…?

Hwylryn: Oh, you were with Akira.

Rustica: <Amores Viesse>

Hwylryn: Wah… What a pretty song…

Murr: Let's move now. We need to get away before Rustica's spell wears off.

Cain: Murr?!

Murr: Or we're gonna get slaughtered.

Chloe: Wh-what…?

Hwylryn: …It's so lovely…

Rutile: He wouldn't…! Hwylryn isn't that kind of person…

Arthur: …gasp… …I forgot to breathe… …He rivals Lord Oz…

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Akira: You can feel the cintamani stone from…this direction…?

Oz: Yes.

Heathcliff: This ship is so big… I wish I could've seen it before it sank.

Shino: There's mana stones here and there… I wonder if they're the stones of the wizard who'd been steering this thing.

Faust: I believe her name was Melissa. Murr's acquaintance…

Oz: It should be here.

Shino: There's nothing but treasure chests in here…

Faust: Should we just start opening them at random?

Akira: …No, wait… Look at that smaller chest…

Heathcliff: This one?

Akira: Yes. If this cintamani stone is the same size as the one on Hwylryn's bracelet, that should be about the right size for it…

Heathcliff: Then I'm going to open this one with my magic. <Repsev Aivulp Sunos> …Huh?

Oz: There is a seal placed on it.

Faust: I guess we're just going to have to force it.

Shino: Hey. That's way more crude than your usual methods.

Heathcliff: It seems like a pretty simple seal… It should come undone pretty easily…

Akira: Do you think you can do it?

Heathcliff: It's not like I'd be able to open any seal you put in front of me, but Nero taught me a bit about it… …Okay… <Repsev Aivulp Sunos> It opened…!

Shino: You did it, Heath!

Vespa: …! …!

Faust: So this is a cintamani stone… I've never seen one before.

Heathcliff: Really, you haven't?

Faust: Nope. Oz, can you confirm that's actually what this is?

Oz: Yes.

I peeked inside the chest. There was a beautiful blue gem inside, one that looked the same as the one that had been set in Hwylryn's bracelet.

Akira: …This is the cintamani stone of medicine… We can save Snow and White with this!

Oz: Correct.

Oz smiled, looking relieved. Even if he'd never said as much, there was no way he wasn't worried about the twins' lives. He took his staff in hand and looked up towards the water's surface.

Oz: Heathcliff. Shino.

Heathcliff: Yes.

Shino: …

Oz: I shall entrust the two of you with the stone, and transport the both of you to Borda Island. I am trusting the both of you to take it to Figaro.

Heathcliff: Wait a second… You mean you're only sending the two of us back to land?

Shino: What about you? You're planning on going to where Arthur is, aren't you.

Oz: Correct.

Heathcliff: What about you, Mr. Faust…?

Faust: I'm going to look for Lennox. I want the both of you to return to shore.

Heathcliff: But I'm worried about you… And Nero told me to watch out for you. I'm staying with you.

Faust: Don't be stupid…

Heathcliff: If Lord Oz stops being able to use magic, the burden you're carrying right now is only going to get heavier. So wouldn't it be much safer to have him and the Sage deliver the stone instead, the way Prince Arthur said they should?

Shino: That's true… As soon as Oz is able to use his magic again, he can just pop right back down here.

Oz: It is difficult to accurately read the location of presences within the water. I am not certain I will be able to transport myself accurately.

Shino: Then just don't come back. Deliver the stone and then the Sage can open negotiations with the sea dragon.

Shino had a bitter look on his face as the words left his mouth.

Shino: To be honest, I don't think it's a good idea. If the dragon eats Oz while he can't use his magic, it's going to become an enemy no one's gonna be able to deal with.

Heathcliff: Shino…

Shino: I'm just speaking the truth.

I saw fear and apprehension in Shino's eyes, but he wasn't looking away. He wasn't a coward, after all; he was cautious because he was an excellent warrior. I was probably putting too much faith in my instincts and saying something stupid, but…

Akira: (That dragon is my friend…) (But I don't know if Hwylryn thinks the same of me. In that case, negotiations are going to be a bust. All I'll have done is make things harder for everyone…)

As my heart began to cloud over, Hwylryn's innocent, guileless smile flashed through my mind. I shook my head, just a little. I couldn't just decide talking to him was meaningless before I even had a chance to try.

Akira: If Hwylryn hurts Oz, then I will truly think of him as our enemy. If he intends to do anything else to Snow and White after what he's already done to them, then I will truly think of him as our enemy. And if I do, then my heart will align with Oz's, and he'll be able to use his magic, so…

Faust: …Sage… …This isn't the kind of thing I want to have to say, but this is a matter of life or death. All your lives, even.

Akira: …What is it?

Faust: It's difficult to think of someone you once called a friend as your enemy.

I looked at him. Faust had been betrayed by someone he'd considered his best friend, and became a curseworker. My judgment now sufficiently clouded, I looked up at Oz. After a moment of silence, he nodded.

Oz: For now, we must prioritize haste. We will take the stone to the castle.

Faust: Got it. The rest of us will follow Arthur's group.

Oz: I pray for your safety.

Heathcliff: Take care, Master Sage.

Shino: Sage. I have one last thing to say first. I've encountered a lot of animals in the Sherwood Forest. I've considered some of them friends, too. But in the end, they're just wild animals. Sometimes they attacked me anyways, and I had to take care of them after that.

Akira: Shino…

Shino: Sometimes you can't be friends no matter how much you try. But you can't blame yourself when that happens. Because it gets to be too much that way.

Heathcliff: …

Akira: …Thank you, Shino.

Shino: That's it. If your negotiations work, be sure to introduce me. I wanna try riding on a dragon.

Akira: Alright… Thank you, everyone!

Oz: Let us depart, Sage.

Akira: Okay!

Oz: <Vox Nox>

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Akira: …

And then, I was in the sky. The sky was clear, and the stars shined brightly. It didn't take long for Borda Island to come into view. Oz seemed relieved he was able to use his magic. He glanced at me, my hand still held tightly in his own.

Oz: We shall arrive at the castle momentarily.

Akira: Okay. Um, Oz… Can I ask you something?

Oz: What.

Akira: …Why did you stop your attack against Hwylryn back then? I know that Snow and White are very important to you… But you listened to me instead…

Oz: … Had I ignored your words and slain the dragon… You would have never trusted me again.

Akira: …

I felt a strange, all-consuming warmth well up inside of me. I…was treasured. My heart was treasured. That's how I felt right then. The moon hung in the sky above the ocean, its golden glow flickering on the waves. I wanted to treasure everyone in this exact same way. I wanted to be capable of noticing people's wishes that had fallen to the wayside and pick them up, cradling them gently in my palms. I wanted to support people's hearts with kind words. As if I could cast spells of my own.

Oz: Let us be off, Akira.

Akira: …Okay!

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Rustica: <Amores Viesse>

Hwylryn: …It's such a lovely sound…

Cain: …!

Arthur: Cain!

Cain: Let's go, Arthur! Let's save Shylock! I can't see if anything's there, but I'm still getting goosebumps just from the presence of the thing Murr was talking about!

Rutile: W…well, the beautiful, silver-haired young man we met at the torta di cocco shop is in front of us right now. But like the Sage said, his name is Hwylryn. But he's really a dragon…

Arthur: …Then, this would be…?

Cain: If he's strong enough to rival Oz, then we cannot beat this thing. We should find and save Shylock while Rustica's magic is still working on him! I'll stay here to support Rustica!

Chloe: …I'll stay, too!

Rutile: I will as well! Hwylryn remembered who I am! I might be able to talk to him…

Murr: Gotcha! Then I'll get going!

Arthur: Murr!

Murr: Let's go, Arthur!

Arthur: Alright!

Vespa's Sister: …! …!

Arthur: Thank you! Please, take us there!

Chloe: …Be safe, okay…! And please help Shylock…!

Rustica: …Lalala…lalala…

Hwylryn: …Pretty…

Rutile: …

Chloe: …

Cain: C'mon…please… …Don't come back to your senses…

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Heathcliff: Let's start heading back to Prince Arthur's group. Vespa, can you take us there?

Vespa: …! …!

Faust: …

Shino: Quit worrying, Faust. Everyone in Arthur's group is reliable. Maybe they're taking Lennox back right now as we speak.

Faust: You're right…

Heathcliff: What is Lennox to you, Mr. Faust? I know that he used to be your servant a long time ago, but…

Shino: Man, don't say "a long time ago". He wants to still be serving you. He keeps looking at me and Heath all jealous-like.

Faust: …

Shino: And you've completely lost your cool about him. The two of you were close, right?

Faust: We never had a relationship as significant as all that. It's just… …I worried him for so long. Even though we were only together for a few years, he spent four hundred looking for me. That's a long time for someone to feel the same way, but he's the kind of person who can maintain that kind of loyalty. He's patient, sincere, and very strong at heart. Anyone would be blessed to have him nearby. No matter how much one might hate themself, he'd keep doing what he could for them, affirming them instead of denying them. He's not someone who should be next to me. Someone like him should be serving someone more serene, someone who's at least a little bit blessed. Someone who actually has a future. If he'd just forget about me, he'd find someone else in no time. I just want to bless him somehow.

Shino & Heathcliff: …

Faust: …I shouldn't have said all that. …! Both of you, get back!

Heathcliff: …?! The ocean currents are whipping into a whirlpool…!

Faust: <Salliuqnart Mulcredo>

Shino: Faust!

Heathcliff: Mr. Faust!

Faust: Are you two okay?!

Lennox?: …So this is where it was…

Faust: … Bastard…!

Shino: Lennox…! No, Balthazar…

Lennox?: Where is the cintamani stone. Hand it over without a fuss to save yourselves.

Faust: …That's my line. Give back Lennox's body! Or else I'll make sure your soul rots in Hell for all eternity!

Lennox?: Fascinating. For an Eastern wizard to declare that… I'd like to see you try.

Faust: <Salliuqnart Mulcredo>!

Lennox?: <Mare Praeda>!

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Lennox: … I heard someone call my name…? …Where is this…? I feel like I've walked a long way, and yet… You're right, Courir… I've been to a lot of places. And I've met a lot of people. Just like how I met you… I've been blessed everywhere I've gone. But…he was never there.

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???: Faust? He's not here right now. What am I doing? I'm cleaning the mud off everyone's boots. We were all clomping around in the rain yesterday. I've got more stamina than most people. And I always wake up early, so I have the time to spare. Wait, aren't you… You're that wizard from the coal mine that just joined up, right? Lennox? I knew it! You're pretty huge even from a distance, but you're even bigger seeing you up close like this. What happened at the mine was terrible… How's your family? Did they make it out okay? …Oh, I see… …I'm sorry. Hey, could you lean over a little? …Hm? What for? It's so I can give you a hug. Thank you…thank you for coming all this way….thank you for continuing to live without ever giving up… … Haha… Yeah, people tell me I'm warm a lot. It's good to be working with you, Lennox. Ah… Sorry for treating you like a kid. …Since Faust isn't here, you want to talk to Sir Alec instead? You're hugging him right now, actually.

Alec: Welcome, Lennox. I'm Alec.

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Shylock: Mm… My apologies, but I'm afraid I don't know. But if you've been searching for him for this long and haven't found him, then… Perhaps he's changed his name or sequestered himself away from society? It's also possible that he simply does not wish to see you again. Oh, no. I'm not trying to criticize your chasing after him. I am a Western wizard. I'm fond of people who have given themselves up to their desires. However… … Please, sit down. Let me pour you a glass. It's on the house. Take a moment to recover from your long, long journey.

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Figaro: You're still looking for Faust…? Wouldn't it be better to just give up already? There's no guarantee you'll find him… And even if you do, there's no telling if he'll still be the man you're longing for. Someone who's been betrayed and hurt like that loses everything. Light, kindness, peace, luck, a genuine smile… I've seen more people like that than I can count. Despair is like a poison. It changes people. But you haven't changed, even though you couldn't protect your master and he tossed you away. Oh, don't get me wrong. That's me praising you. I think you're amazing for still being able to cling onto your hope like that.

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Tiletta: I suppose so. Are you planning on leaving the South at some point, then? I'm planning on staying. I've got a husband, after all, and we've got a kid on the way. The spirits here still seem to be completely baffled by me, but I'm sure it'll work out somehow. When my child grows up, I hope the two of you will get along, provided you're still in the country. You'll be fine. I know you'll find him. Wizards have long lives, after all. Even if you never made a promise to meet again, as long as you stay alive, you'll meet one another again and again and again. So it'll be fine. Both you and the person you're looking for are wizards. You can still meet again. And you will.

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Vespa's Sister: …! …!

Arthur: So Shylock is down this path…?

Murr: Remember, Balthazar's a Northern wizard! We can't match him so easily! Don't try to attack him head on! Once we save Shylock, it's time to split!

Arthur: Understood! We can't let ourselves take too long here, or the rest of our group will be in danger!

Murr: Nice job, reading between the lines! Arthur! In the unlikely chance things come to blows, I'll be right there to support you! You'll be the cornerstone of our attack. So I'll be in your care!

Arthur: Let's watch each other's backs! Ah…! There's Shylock!

Murr: Shylock!

Shylock: …! Stay back! This area is inside of a magic circle that Balthazar has cleverly hidden away. Setting foot inside of it will make you unable to use magic.

Murr: Sounds like we should be smashing that circle first, then! I'll wipe away the illusions hiding it so we can see it, annnnd…

Arthur: I'll break the pattern enough that it can't keep itself working!

Murr: Got it in one! Good boy!

Arthur: I've got your prudent guidance, after all!

Murr: <Eanul Lambru>

Arthur: (Light is gathering around the circumference of the area…) (I need to break the pattern of Balthazar's circle…!) <Pernoctant Nixzo> Did that get rid of it?!

Murr: You did it! Great job, Arthur!

Arthur: Yeah! Time to save Shylock!

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Lennox?: <Mare Praeda>

Faust: <Salliuqnart Mulcredo>! …gh, I can block his attacks…! Get ready to put up an exorcism circle!

Shino: Got it! Styrax resin, compeil oil, fallen elderleaves…

Heathcliff: We're in the middle of the ocean! You can't just use them as-is! First we need to stabilize the area with white rose quartz… <Repsev Aivulp Sunos>

Shino: <Matzah Sudipas>

Lennox?: How naiive…!

Faust: I'm your opponent right now! <Salliuqnart Mulcredo> Lennox! It's me! Answer me, Leno…!

Lennox?: …This body is mine! I'll rip this head right off its shoulders! I wouldn't mind giving you back just the head. Though it'd turn to stone as soon as I did!

Faust: The only one turning to stone here is you! <Salliuqnart Mulcredo>

Lennox?: Hmph. Was that supposed to do something? …?! Shylock…! …gh…!

Faust: (It worked!) (Something seemed to disturb him for a moment, though…)

Lennox?: …kh… What are you waiting for, Hwylryn?! I told you not to let them get close to him!

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Hwylryn: …Ah…

Rustica: …! My spell wore off…

Cain: C'mon! Try it again…

Rustica: <Amores Viesse>

Hwylryn: Nope, not this time.

Rustica: …

Hwylryn: Huh… There's less of you than before. How many went further in? Well, you got me… Guess this is how it has to be. I'll take you all on.

Rutile: Hwylryn…! Please return Leno and Shylock! They're very precious people to us!

Hwylryn: I'm sorry. Balthazar seems like he really wants them. You're one of Akira's friends, right? I don't want to have to hurt you. You should get away from here.

Rutile: I won't leave until we have both of them back…!

Hwylryn: … Okay. I'm really not feeling up to this, but…

Cain: (He's coming!) <Gladius Procella>

Rustica: <Amores Viesse>

Cain: …Uwaahh…!

Rustica: …Kh…!

Chloe: Rustica…! …ah, ahhh…

Rutile: Oh no…!

Hwylryn: Just let the current take you far, far away from here. Coming back is a no-no, okay?

Cain: …gh! <Gladius Procella>!

Hwylryn: …You're not listening…

Cain: …! (The current is so strong…!) …gh…! (I'm going to be swallowed by the current…! It's going to rip my limbs apart…!) (I'm wasting so much magic just trying to keep it together…!) (At this rate, I won't be able to breathe…!)

Rustica: <Amores Viesse>

Hwylryn: …

Cain: Rustica…!

Rustica: Cain, are you okay?!

Hwylryn: …La…lala…

Cain: Is it that spell again…?!

Rustica: Yes. Though it won't last long, I fear. Chloe, Rutile.

Chloe: Absolutely not! I am not running!

Rustica: …

Chloe: …I'll use the cloaking magic again…and you can use your song, and…

Rustica: …Alright.

Rutile: Cain, I'll heal you!

Cain: It's fine! Save your magic! If someone's close to death, they'll need it more…

Hwylryn: …nn…

Cain: … He's going to attack again…

Hwylryn: …Hmm? Oh, you got me again…

Rustica: <Amores Viesse>

Chloe: <Suispicibo Voitengok>!

Hwylryn: Jeez… I guess I'll have to make it hurt a little.

Cain: <Gladius Procella>!

Hwylryn: Back off!

Cain: …Waaahhh…!

Chloe: …cough…! I can't…breathe…!

Rustica: Chloe…!

Rutile: …Everyone…!

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Mithra: …Sigh… Don't piss me off so much, Figaro… Why do you have to make me mad? If you're so worried, then you should've just protected the Sage yourself. I'm already busy enough keeping Mitile and Rutile safe. Because I promised Tiletta I'd protect them… … Uh oh… What were those two supposed to be doing right now? Are they waiting for cake again… … <Arthim>

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#.mhyktl #.eventtl #.main story tl #4th anni

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angel-z · 1 year

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Please could I request a Tommy Shelby fic where he’s having a hard time accepting that his daughter is turning 18 and growing up please?

My apologies for the late reply, anon. I've been in writing slump for a while, but I hope you are able to enjoy this.

Absolutely Not - Thomas Shelby and Ruby

One of Thomas's men let him know that his daughter had showed up at The Garrison and he quickly made his way over there. She hadn't shown up at home earlier and he imagined the worst. He nearly burst into the door, followed by John, Arthur and Lizzie. He saw Ruby sitting at the bar with an empty glass in her hand. It took all the strength he could muster to not run and hug her but he still wanted to keep appearances.

"You weren't at home, Ruby. Would you like to tell me why that is?"

"I wanted to get something nice for my birthday, so I bought a few things and just decided to hang out here."

He let out a sigh and rubbed his face. He motioned for the bartender to take away her glass and to fill one for him. Ruby looked at him, annoyed, and just shook her head.

"You can't keep treating me like a child. I can take care of myself."

"You are still a child. My child."

"Father, I'm 18 now."

His hand stopped right at his lips. 'That can't be true', he thought. He knew for a fact that she was at least 16 now.

"No, you're not," he said, downing his drink. "Isn't that right, brother?"

Arthur pondered for a moment and cleared his throat, nervously. "Of course not. The young ones don't grow that fast." He rubbed the back of his neck.

Lizzie shook her head. "Don't tell me you really forgot how old your own daughter is."

Thomas looked at Ruby and she gave him a knowing look. He looked away and took another swig of whisky, right after his glass was refilled.

"Either way, you're still under the protection of the Peaky Blinders and that will never change and I'm still your father. You come to me for things and we'll have them dealt with. Now, let's go back home. Your brother made you a few presents."

He made his way to the door, assuming Ruby was right behind him when he heard her voice, still at the bar.

"I've met somebody. He's a sweet guy."

"Do we know him," John asked.

"No... but it's alright. We can trust him. I trust him."

Thomas still stood facing the door. Everyone felt the tension start to rise in the room. Arthur starting shifting his feet and Lizzie straightened the collar of her dress. Thomas let out a sigh and looked back at his daughter.

"If you say that you trust him... I trust your judgement, but I still have to talk to him. It'll be a civil talk. But if he ever hurts you.."

"He won't. I know it."

She got off the stool and went over to Thomas to give him a warm hug. He hugged her back and couldn't help but show a little smile.

"Are we going to head back to the house now? Because I am starving," John exclaimed.

"Yeah. I'm kinda hungry too, brother."

The two of them laughed and walked out of the door. Lizzie rolled her eyes and followed after them. Ruby ran to beat them to the carriage, leaving Thomas to watch them go.

'They really do grow up so fast."

Author's note: I know it's not my best work, but I do hope you enjoy this. My mind has been kicking my butt lately ;-; I do intend to do my best to make a better habit of writing more, so I'll try to pop in here more often. I hope you all have a lovely day/afternooon/evening whereever you are in the world. Do not forget that you are loved and cherished ^^

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #thomas shelby #thomas shelby angst #tommy shelby #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby angst

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arthuristhetargetdog · 1 year

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Hi! I really loved your fics with arthur and john and was wondering if you could do something angsty for sean? Lately I’ve been really into traditional Irish songs and found myself imagining him humming some sad Irish ballad that reminds him of home (having drunk of course, 'couse i feel like only then he lets his guard down enough to allow himself to be sad) and Y\N, having accidentally heard it, tries to comfort him? Thank you soooo much if you actually decide to write this! Sending lots of love!

Pairing: Sean MacGuire x gn!reader | SFW

CW: Intoxication

Word Count: ~ 478

Summary: Y/n, new to the group, has never seen anyone really show any emotion, besides maybe anger and happiness. But when they find Sean during a dark time, they realize that the group is more than just their stealing and killing.

First off, I apologize for this being written so late, a lot of stuff has happened, and I just forgot to finish this, for that, I am sorry. I am very appreciative of your request annon, I hope you enjoy it!... Also, I have to be honest, I am not one to write angst very well, I tried but I'm pretty sure this came out more fluffy than angsty.

The night was full of celebration. Drinking, chanting, dancing, and singing the night away was rare for the Van Der Linde gang, but always mandatory after a big win.

You step away from the fire and walk into the woodland area. You are always the life of the party, but being so can wear you out. As you lean against the tree, you hear the quiet, somber hums of a song you weren't familiar with coming from someone.

Knowing that the noise wasn't coming from the commotion of the camp, you go deeper into the small forest, following the hums. Only when you saw the familiar hair under a certain hat did you know who it was.

"Sean? Is that you? What are you doing out here?"

The hums stopped immediately. Sean turns and faces you, the brim of his bowler hat covering his eyes. He's sporting a bottle of beer in hand, of course.

"Oh hey, Y/N." He drags on. His words are a bit slurry, but you don't recall seeing him drink till drunk.

"What are you doing out here all by yourself? I pegged you for the standing on tables and dancing kinda guy."

Sean shrugged and turned away from you, his head hung low to his bottle. You wanted to know what was going on inside of his fuzzy head. You reached out and put a hand on his shoulder, coming in closer.

"Hey...you wanna tell me what you were humming earlier?"

Sean huffed a short chuckle and shook his head,

"'Twas nothin' really. Jus' somethin' my da' used to sing sometimes... kinda reminded me 'a home, ya know? Before all 'a this..."

A hiccup comes from his mouth. You've never seen anyone in the group like this, let alone Sean of all people. You know what it's like losing your home, you feel Sean's pain and you want to take it away.

You move your hand from his shoulder and snake your arm around his back, you hand pressed on his waist. Sean looks over to your hand before truing back to you. He's tearing up.

You bring your other arm up, cupping his cheek in the palm of your soft hands, using your thumb to rub away the tears rolling down his drunk flushed cheeks.

"I know how you feel...Losing people you love, it's never pretty...You don't have to hide what was from me, I'll listen to whatever song comes to your mind."

Sean leans his head in and rests it in the crook of your neck, you rest your head on top of his. Low hums start to emerge and you close your eyes as you focus on them.

You don't know if you'll ever see Sean so vulnerable again, but this moment is enough to see that this gang, Sean, is more than just stealing, killing, and drinking crooks.

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 x reader #gn reader #sean macguire #rdr2 x gn reader

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applepiesupreme · 2 months

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American Apple Pie

Forgot to link the previous chapter but here is chapter 7. Still trying to figure out how to put up a masterlist, be patient with me please!

Rating is Explicit, NSWF.

She rode into camp with trepidation. It was like coming back to the scene of a crime. Her pulse quickened and her hands trembled. But then she spotted Dutch in the distance, watching her from the shade of his tent and she pushed her chin up and jumped off the saddle. She fed and petted Cricket and went around to untie the basket. She touched the pie, it still felt slightly warm. I don’t have to do this, she thought. In fact, I really shouldn’t. I mean yes, Arthur deserves it but then just a few weeks ago he also… Savigne flapped the lid of the basket shut and stood for a moment in hesitation. She looked and found Frost among the horses. Arthur was here.

She bit her lip, took another sideways glance at Dutch who hadn’t moved, smoking his cigar, his eyes glued to her and decided to hell with it, if for no other reason, she would do it just to spite Dutch, to show him that she wasn’t going to be cowed. So she strode over to Arthur's tent. A flush crept up her face but she strode on with determination, now committed to the decision. Absentmindedly she flattened her hair against her left cheek, over the residue of Micah’s slap.

His flap was closed. Maybe he was sleeping? Maybe he was indisposed. Last thing she wanted was – her knuckles rapping on the wood of the horse cart startled her.

Silence.

She glanced away and saw Tilly and Karen quickly diverting their eyes and pretending to be in conversation. Her heart was beating like a drum. Dutch's gaze sizzled her skin. She rapped again and cleared her throat.

“Hello?”

Another long silence.

He must be sleeping. She turned to leave, somewhat relieved.

“Whad’ya want?” came the low growl from inside and her heart jolted.

“Can I come in?” she whispered nervously. Then swallowed and repeated it louder.

Five long heartbeats later:

“Fine.”

She moved the flap and stepped in, letting it fall back down behind her. Arthur was sitting on his cot, sketching in his journal, his long legs slung over the bed. He didn’t look up and if he was surprised, he didn’t show it. She noticed that she had rarely seen him without his hat in daylight and his hair was a lighter shade than she had thought and longer than she remembered. It suited him, this rugged look. Her eyes fell on his hands and the bloody, swollen knuckles. She cleared her throat again in an attempt to distract her mind and looked around instead. It felt spacious; unlike her own tent, she could actually stand up in here. The white fabric allowed the light in and there was a certain homey charm with the photos he had pinned on the crates and the scattered books and papers.

She stood rooted, suddenly not sure how to proceed. It occurred to her that this was the first time she was speaking to him ever since that night. He looked up then and there was a hardness in that look but also something else. Or maybe that was just her imagination. His eyes traveled over her face and lingered on her cheek, still red from Micah's slap and by reflex she tapped her hair over it again in an effort to conceal it. She looked away and he returned to his journal, for a long moment the scratching of pencil on paper the only sound in the tent.

Savigne placed the basket on the ground and carefully fished out the wrapped pie. The aroma of apples and cinnamon was unmistakable, quickly unfurling in the tent. His hand stilled but his eyes remained glued to the journal. She sensed his surprise although his face gave away nothing.

“For you,” she said simply and when he didn’t respond or look up, moved to place it on the low table that was holding several guns before she went back to heft the basket. She hesitated again, not sure what she was waiting for.

A moment passed.

“Was just doin’ m’job,” he said dismissively, his eyes on his journal but his fingers still not moving.

“I know,” she said with shaky breath. “But still.”

He locked eyes with her then and she was startled by the unexpected intensity in his gaze now. She swallowed, her throat dry, pinned by those damn blue eyes again.

“I-if you don’t like pie…” she rambled, “I mean you don’t have to…”

He didn’t say another word and neither did he look away.

It should be illegal to look at someone like that, she thought as she felt herself blushing again. She inspected her boots for a moment to collect her thoughts. She heard herself quickly mumble “Also, thank you,” before she stepped back out and started to walk towards her own tent with trembling legs.

The whole thing had felt eerily like stepping into the den of a lion or a bear and living to tell the tale. She didn’t understand why Arthur had such an effect on her, but she was done questioning it. Clearly he did and clearly she needed to stay away from him. She hadn’t thought about that night in days and now she was thinking about it again. She hadn't felt this awkward and self-conscious around anyone since she had been a young girl and it was unsettling to say the least. Obviously they were two ingredients that should never be mixed, the sooner she accepted that, the better.

Anyhow, it was done. The pie was delivered. He would eat it or he would toss it, she didn’t care. Absolute last interaction ever she thought. Done, over, finished. If I stay here for another year, I’m never talking to this man again.

“Savigne!” Mary Beth sauntered over, a gentle smile on her lips. “How are you?”

“Okay, I guess,” Savigne breathed.

“I don’t know how you do it,” she sighed.

“Mostly I just ignore stuff,” Savigne chuckled. “Also…” she fished out a bottle of wine from the basket.

“Don’t let Karen see that,” Mary Beth giggled, then placed her hand on Savigne’s arm to walk her off towards the overlook.

They sat on a log overlooking the river from up high and Savigne wondered why she hadn’t come here before. The view was stunning. Thankfully the log was a good distance from the ledge, enough not to trigger her vertigo. She uncorked the bottle and they handed it back and forth, speaking in whispers and giggling like children.

“How is he?” she asked finally when she decided she was drunk enough.

The other woman snorted without mirth. “Not as bad as he should be. What an animal.”

“Don’t you go insultin animals like that!” Savigne protested before she grew serious again. “You think he’ll be like…damaged?”

“Hell he already was damaged,” Mary Beth said, taking another swig. The bottle was half empty now. “Maybe this’ll fix him.”

“I don’t think Dutch cares,” Savigne said carefully, turning the thought over in her head. “He talked to me this morning. Sort of…blamed me.”

“Of course he did," Mary Beth quipped. "You know why?”

“Yeah. Because Micah was a good gunslinger and now he’s a man short, blah blah blah...” she trailed off when Mary Beth impishly shook her head, then smiled with a glint in her eye.

“That ain’t why.”

Savigne ignored the buzz in her head and thought about it for a minute. She grabbed the bottle and took another mouthful. The wine was warm and sweet and she hadn’t eaten much all day. It went straight to her head.

“Becaaauuuse...Dutch doesn’t like me?” she suggested.

The other woman’s smile grew into a grin. “Oh sure! But why?”

“I don’t knoooow,” Savigne groaned. “My head hurts. I hit it against the pole, you know. Here...” She grabbed Mary Beth’s hand and guided it to her temple. There, above her right temple, under her hair was the bump. “So just tell me…hicc…I’m injured and hurting!”

A sigh of mock defeat: “Oooookaaayyyy…but it’s pretty obvious.”

Savigne took a mouthful of wine and raised her eyebrows, intrigued.

“Because of Arthur.”

She sputtered, almost chocking on the wine. Whatever she was expecting, that wasn't it. Mary Beth laughed like a bird until she coughed it off and managed: “What’s so funny?”

“Your face!”

“This is my ‘you don’t make sense’…hicc…face.” She took another gulp from the bottle, hoping her red face would be attributed to the wine.

“He doesn’t like sharing Arthur,” Mary Beth whispered mysteriously, watching her with great interest.

“Sorry, still don’t get it.”

“Really? Why do you think Arthur beat Micah like that?” Then, raising a finger to denote importance: “And challenged Dutch?”

Savigne suddenly decided the view was fascinating. She looked at the river for a long time, pretending to think. What she was really thinking was how to steer the conversation elsewhere. Her imbibed mind failed to come up with a solution.

“Tol' me he was just doing his job,” she replied carefully. “Makes sense t’me. I mean…hicc…I pay for safety. I think Ar- Mr. Morgan doesn’t need more reason than that. In fact...seems to me…hicc…he doesn’t need much reason at all to beat someone up.”

In her mind’s eye, that fist kept coming down: crunch…crunch…crunch… and red fireworks bloomed on Arthur’s shirt.

From the corner of her eye she saw Mary Beth swipe her argument away with a wave of her arm.

“That ain’t it. Sure, I mean that’s what he says. But…" she dropped her voice, conspiratorial: "...he never beat someone from the gang before. A punch here or there, but never like that. If they hadn’t pulled him off…hicc…he’d have killed him. Hell, even when Micah…bothered… Jenny, the poor girl, he didn’t interfere.”

Mary Beth watched Savigne’s unimpressed profile and continued undeterred:

“Also, he never stood his ground with...hicc...Dutch like that. Never with an audience. You see…” she slid closer, “…Arthur is big on loyalty.”

“So what? First time for everything,” Savigne retorted, getting a little annoyed. The conversation wasn’t going in a direction she liked.

“So,” Mary Beth took another gulp and handed her the bottle, “is there something going on between you two?”

“Absolutely not!” she said hotly. “Those books have…hicc…rotted your brain.” She chortled a moment later, a bit surprised that they had become so familiar within hours. She had rarely spoken to Mary Beth before tonight.

“Hmmm…” was Mary Beth’s unconvinced response as she puckered her lips and gazed at the darkening sky.

“I mean it. Nothing’s going on.”

“Maybe not for you.”

She groaned and rolled her eyes. Then immediately regretted it when the world spun a little. “You’re drunk,” she said sheepishly.

“I’ll sober up tomorrow,” Mary Beth retorted. “But you’re blind. So what will…hicc…you do? Hmmmm?”

“Honestly!” She huffed with irritation. “You’ll just believe whatever you want anyway. No poin’ in…hicc…arguin’.”

“You don’t see how he looks at ya?”

Savigne decided she was safer not saying anything at all. She was in dangerous territory and drunk or not, Mary Beth wasn’t stupid. She cradled the empty bottle in her lap for target practice later and gazed down at the river sparkling in the emerging moonlight.

“Well?” the other woman prodded, unwilling to let her silence stand.

“No,” was the flat answer.

“Well I see it!” With dramatic flair. “I see how…hicc… he looks after you and Charles when you go shootin’.”

“What!? Absolute non...hicc…nonsense!”

“I known Arthur for yeaarssss,” Mary Beth said lowly, a finger wagging. “Can’t fool me, no sir!”

“Uh-huh.”

“Besides, everyone agrees.”

“Scuse me?!” Savigne flinched. “Who’s everyon’?”

“Every. One.” Her hand swiped the air again with finality.

“You guys have too much...hicc..time on your hands,” Savigne mumbled. “Maybe I’ll go’n’talk to Ms…hicc…Grimshaw. Should give ya’ll more work.”

“While yer there, ask her what she thinkin’” Mary-Beth giggled. “She ain’t stupid either.”

“So I’m the only stupid one here? That what you sayin’?”

“You said it sister, not me.”

Savigne flattened her lips as her fingers prodded the left side of her face. She thought about Arthur’s look earlier in the tent. And then of course she thought about that night. Always that damn night. She thought of his hands on her breasts and his breath on her neck and shivered despite herself. A shot of heat went between her legs and she instinctively clamped her thighs shut. How he had undressed her completely and then how he had removed her hand from her mouth, not allowing her anything to hide behind. He had wanted her completely naked in body and soul. Vulnerable. Honest. Her head swam as a yearning for friction bloomed between her legs. She cleared her throat, suddenly anxious to be back in her tent, alone.

“I’m goin’ to bed,” she announced, staggering to her feet and dropping the empty bottle into the basket.

“It’s early!” Mary Beth pouted.

“M’tired. Had a day!”

“Okay then. Let’s go.”

They stumbled their way back to camp, snorting and laughing. When the fire came into view, Mary Beth headed towards it and Savigne continued to her tent, basket dangling from one hand.

She gave her tent an apprehensive look when she arrived, somewhat afraid. Did she really want to sleep in here alone again so soon after? But Micah was out, lying incapacitated somewhere in camp, so come to think on it, she was safer today than she had been yesterday.

The urge to be alone was stronger than her fear, so she dropped the basket dismissively, crept in and closed the flap. Ms Grimshaw had brought over some of her clothes to change into for work in the morning, she hadn't been back here since the night before. The tent was tidy. Someone had straightened the pole and cleared up her stuff that must have been scattered all over the place. Still, it was done wrong, so she rearranged everything, aligning every item just so and stacked in order, angling the books to perfection. Then she looked at her bedroll for another moment and started to undress. The heat between her legs pulsed ominously.

Distantly she heard voices and drunken laughter from the camp but it was silent in here, her breathing and the rustling of her clothes the only sounds. She placed another knife under her pillow, borrowed from the kitchen. Then lied down in her chemise and bloomers, looking up at the ceiling.

In her mind, Arthur opened the flap and glided in, silent as a cat. Though it was very dark in here, she imagined seeing those ocean blue eyes as they looked at her like they had looked at her earlier today, hungry with want. His big hands glided up her legs, kneading her thighs, parting them as he moved to lie between them. He lowered his face to hers, closer and closer, until their lips almost touched and she felt his eyelashes on her cheeks. He glided his tongue on her lips and she sighed, parting them. He kissed her then, first gently but firmer and deeper as his fingers gripped her hair, keeping her head in place while his other hand cupped her breast. His cock was ramrod hard and warm and she felt herself getting wet as he glided it over her folds, his tongue imitating the movement in her mouth. Her fingers threaded his hair and he groaned into her mouth as the hand on her breast dipped lower still to guide himself into her.

Savigne gasped as she touched herself, she was dripping. She bit her lip to keep in her moans as she moved her fingers over her folds.

Arthur’s mouth left her swollen lips to dip lower, to her neck and he began moving. She arched her back, yearning for more but he wouldn’t allow it, he would take her however he wanted and there was nothing she could do about it. She whined in frustration but he was indifferent, holding her head in place while his other hand held her inner thigh to push one of her legs further open for him. He groaned into her neck as she gripped his shoulder and he pushed deeper into her, rocking in and out, in and out like a pendulum. She opened her mouth to moan but he captured it with his before he shushed her, watching her face. Her back arched in ecstasy as she felt herself rising towards the crest again, her bent leg shaking. “Look at me,” he whispered into her lips and her eyes shot open to meet his. He was hitting that spot in her again and again as he moved with sluggish vigor.

Her eyelids fluttered close but he tightened his fingers tangled in her hair. “Look at me!”

She met his eyes, as he huffed into her face, the muscles in his shoulder rolling like waves under her fingers. He wanted her to see him taking her, of sculpting her into whatever he wanted, like putty in his hands. She whispered his name again and again as she rose, as he pushed her up to the summit of that wave. Still he didn’t relent, his hand finding her throat again, forcing her head back as he descended on her mouth. Until her eyes rolled back and a wave of pleasure exploded in her.

Savigne moaned into her pillow and pulled her hand out of her bloomers. She panted, hot and sweaty before she opened her eyes to her tent again. Her heart was racing in her chest and her head was dizzy from the wine, but she felt the satisfaction of her pleasure pulse through her, making her limbs heavy. She thought dimly that she should probably be more bothered for using Arthur like this, but dismissed it as a victimless crime, then drifted off, content and sated.

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@themerlinlibrary August Writing Challenge

Prompt 2: Destiny

Merlin & Arthur

Arthur x Mithian (Not the main story, but they did get married.)

AO3 link

(S4E11 fix it? sort of. Mostly Merlin's inner turmoil. )

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“ It's Arthur's fate to marry Gwen.”

Merlin stabbed his stew with the spoon, hardly had any appetite.

“ There is no prophecy that indicates who Arthur's spouse will be,” Gaius simply said.

“ But they love each other! Arthur always wanted to marry for love. Gwen will be a great queen.”

“ Future is extremely complex. There is no way to tell which path is the right way.”

“ But…”

“ And,” Gaius interrupted, “ although it is not clear whether Gwen's destiny is to be the queen of Camelot, Arthur's destiny is to be the once and future king and unite the Albion. Nemeth is a strong kingdom. Forming an alliance with them is an important step. Keep that in mind.”

Merlin was not convinced, but he did keep that in mind. He couldn't help the urge to make some petty revenge on Arthur, but at least he didn't spill the soup on Princess Mithian's regal dress. It probably wouldn't make any difference anyway. As Gaius said, they were committed to making this alliance work. Arthur would marry Mithian even if she were not that beautiful, witty, kind……

Merlin couldn't even bring himself to hate Princess Mithian.

He decided to go back to the physician's room and complained to Gaius. “ You really don't think we should do something? He still loves Gwen, I know it. He wants to marry for love. He can't just give up. He won't be happy.”

Gaius sighed heavily. He pushed Merlin into a chair and handed him some blueberries. After Merlin started shovelling them down the throat, Gaius said gently,

“ Don't you think it's too arrogant to presume other's heart?”

Merlin didn't know how to reply.

The next day, after Arthur and Princess Mithian's lovely (torturing) breakfast picnic, Merlin followed Arthur to his room and helped him get change for the hunting trip afterwards.

“ Do you really like Princess Mithian?” Merlin asked.

Arthur tensed, glared at Merlin dangerously. Merlin quickly amended, “ I'm not applying anything. Just… do you like her?”

Arthur still looked sceptical, but he didn't threaten Merlin again. That's some progress.

“ I do, in fact, quite like the princess. She is lovely and funny. Despite being a woman, she has her own political opinions and is unafraid to speak up. Considering it's a political marriage, I can't wish for a better match.”

Hearing Arthur say it so blatantly made Merlin feel lost. He still didn't like the idea, but if he was honest, it was a good union. It would bring Camelot great merit and be a new step toward the prophesied golden age. More importantly, he found that he could imagine Arthur being happy with Mithian. These 2 days were the first time Merlin saw Arthur smile since Gwen was gone.

Had he really been wrong?

“ …good for you then, I guess.” Merlin finally said.

Arthur lifted an eyebrow dubiously. “ That's it? No more lecture?”

“ Like I said, I just thought you will be happier if ... but If you are happy this way then I can't really say anything, can I?” Merlin trailed off, suddenly self-conscious.

“ That's… very nice of you?” Arthur seemed to be taken aback by Merlin's sudden honesty and forgot that he was still mad at Merlin.

“ Don't let it get in your head.” Merlin managed to give a friendly shovel and fled from the room.

He was stopped by Princess Mithian herself in the hallway, asking for his blessing. He felt a little guilty that he treated her coldly because of some misplaced sense of duty and the fear of betraying Gwen's friendship. She truly was a likeable person.

He supposed hoping Gwen would come back one day was another reason why he didn't want Arthur to marry another woman. Gwen's absence always reminded him of Arthur's reaction to betrayal, telling him that he would never regain Arthur's trust if his secret were to be revealed.

Surprisingly, Gwen's engagement ring was discovered on the hunting trip. Arthur seemed to realise the possible consequences of his decision. He didn't want her to die, but banishing her might do just that. He didn't show any sign of wanting to reunite with her, however. So Merlin just told him that he sent Gwen to his mother's house. She should be safe there.

On the wedding day of King Arthur of Camelot and Princess Mithian of Nemeth, Gwen was officially pardoned. Although she was not allowed to enter the royal household, she could come home and live with her brother.

Merlin watched Arthur and Mithian standing on the altar, bathing in golden sunshine, and let himself have hope. Hope that this was the beginning of the promised golden age, and one day, he could be himself and stand by his King.

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