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A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be [2] - Max Verstappen

written by alocon

Note: Name and Part One based on the song A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be by Jess Benko

Summary: After the release of your first song, released the day before the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix weekend, there is some obvious tension in the garage as you and your ex boyfriend have one final fight for the championship.

Warning: Angst? I guess. Use of Y/N (sorry, I don't like using it but there were a couple of times that I had to bc I didn't have any alternatives), some social media at the end.

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A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be [Part Two] - MV¹

2024 Abu Dhabi Grand Prix

Thursday - Media Day

"Lovely to see you all," Crofty said, looking around the group of drivers in the press conference. On the couch was Max, Lando, Charles, Lewis and You. "Firstly, Y/N, all of us over at Sky Sports are loving the new song, it’s been the talk of the paddock all morning too. Lots of us want to know, who is it about?”

You chuckled, knowing that you’d be asked at some point. You hadn’t expected it to be so soon. “Firstly, thank you. I’m glad that so many people have been liking it. Lew and I have literally been working on it since like the start of the year. I’m so thankful that he agreed to do the guitar for me because I wouldn’t have been able to do this without him. As for who it’s about.” You paused, looking quickly at Max, who’s eyes were already on you. You looked at him for a moment before turning your attention back to Crofty, making sure to look at glance at the drivers as you did. “It’s about one of my ex’s. I won’t say which one.”

“And the name. How did you come up with the song name? How are you feeling about this weekend, by the way?”

“It was something that he said to explain why we broke up. I like to think that everything happens for a reason, you know? And sometimes, things aren’t meant to be. And that’s just life. I’m just glad that people like it. I’m so excited for this weekend. As you all know, it’s been hard working towards this weekend, and I’m looking forward to giving Max a hell of a hard time.”

He chuckled, looking at you. Your eyes went straight to him, sending him a competitive grin. “Hope you’re looking forward to P2 in the drivers, buttercup.” Him hitting you with the teasing childhood nickname was a surprise. He started calling you that when you were both 14 because he slipped a buttercup into your hand and it scared the life out of you. So since then, he has never let you live it down. You didn’t even hesitate in your response to him.

“I hope you’re looking forward to seeing me on the top step of the podium, Princess Max.” The glare he shot you was almost instantaneous as Charles started laughing, obviously having understood the reference.

“Right, just for that, I'm taking you out of the race on turn one.” You recognised that teasing tone in his voice, feeling your stomach flutter a little at that beautiful, happy tone that you had missed being directed at you. But you shook it off. ‘He wasn't meant to be, remember?’ you told yourself as the conference continued.

The moment you got out of the press conference, the atmosphere changed. Max walked straight past you, not even daring to look at you. You and Max still rarely talked. Since the start of 2024 you had become more civil, but you were nowhere near friends.

Max slumped down onto the seat in his driver's room. He ran his hand through his hair, sighing. Fuck. He heard the door open and shut and, moments later, felt a presence on the space beside him on the couch. “Go on, then. What’s up?”

He raised his head to the man, looking at the seriousness all across his face. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Max. I was your teammate for like 2 years. I saw the way you loved her and I saw the mess after you broke up. I also just watched that press conference. Start speaking.” Daniel was persistent, to be fair to him. But he also had a point. Over the years, Daniel had heard a lot about how he felt but he never talked about you to him.

“I regret it. Basically every day. It’s not left my mind since I listened to her song.”

“Still? Max, it’s been 6 years since you broke up with her. Also, YOU broke up with HER. Why would you do that if you didn’t want to?”

Max sighed, the memories of his prior conversation coming back to him.

[November 2018]

“You need to break up with her.” The seven words he had always dreaded hearing. Never in a million years would he ever consider breaking up with you. You were his muse, his soulmate. You were the person he wanted to marry, the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. It was funny, the words that left the man in front of him’s mouth. He knew he had a long shot of ever getting him to do that.

“Give me one good reason why I should.”

“She’ll just distract you, Max!” Jos’ voice was already doing Max’s head in and he had only said 12 words so far. ‘What happened to hello, how are you?’ He thought, rolling his eyes at the poor excuse that he spilled.

“As if she had ever distracted me before. Seriously, dad. We have been karting and racing together for years, for our entire relationship, and nothing will change now that we are in the same team.”

And that’s how it became an argument. The pair were shouting at each other. And then the bomb dropped. Jos handed Max a photo, making a comment about how he wouldn’t want it to be leaked. Max looked at the photo, his stomach instantly turning with disgust as he realised the photo that his father had managed to get ahold of and was now using it to threaten him, attempting to get him to break up with you, his person, because he wasn’t a fan of you. Jos never had liked you. Whilst being with you, you had helped Max realise that Jos was not a good person by any means, and Jos didn’t like that. As if on queue, your head poked around the door, quickly apologising when you realised that Jos was there. Jos smiled at you, before speaking. “No problem, I was just leaving. Think about what I said, Max.”

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“What a dick,” Daniel declared, having taken a few moments to process what Max had just explained.

“Daniel, I miss her so much.”

“I know, mate. I know.” Daniel paused his speaking for a minute, attempting to come up with some kind of recommendation. He was fully aware that Max couldn’t express how he felt in person, so he came up with an idea. “Maybe write her a letter. She likes displays of affection like that.”

Race Day.

Crossing the line was the happiest you had been in a while. The race was excellent. For most of the race, Max and you had been fighting for P1 until he barely managed to get out of your DRS range. He ended up being a good few seconds ahead with 10 laps remaining. You didn't let that get to you, though, opting to keep pushing to the very last lap. And you did, getting closer and closer. However, you would've been perfectly happy if Max won. You both put up a brilliant fight and the drive against him was superb. But then you saw your golden opportunity. You overtook him, riskily but safely and fairly, regaining the lead of the race. Final lap. You heard the radio sound, being disappointed when Christian could be heard through it. “Give Max back the position, please.”

“Why should I?” You were pissed. Once again, they were attempting to strip you of everything you had worked hard for, everything that you wanted and dreamed of. Everything that you and Max talked about when you were kids. One day, he would say, one day we'll both be world champions, driving for Red Bull together and happily in love. Well, that last part didn't happen but you weren't about to give up on that.

“Max has worked so hard for this.”

“Fuck off, Christian, so have I.”

He said your name with venom, chuckling as he spoke. “We have a meeting to sign your contract extension tomorrow, remember. You've got to respect what your boss says if you want to keep driving.”

You scoffed as you crossed the finish line. No congratulations from Christian, a congratulations from your amazing race engineer, of course, but he was quickly shushed by Christian. You knew at least Crofty and Martin would be cheering in that commentary box, likely would be referring to it as the most interesting race since Abu Dhabi 2021 or Bahrain 2022.

Getting out of the car, you saw the red bull team. But they weren't cheering for you, they were cheering for Max. You hugged your engineer, excitedly celebrating your first world championship. The one you had worked so hard for day in and day out. You then rushed to hug a bunch of the drivers who were there, starting with Fernando who finished P3 in the race, as well as the championship. Then you went to them all, starting with Lewis, then Charles and Carlos, then Yuki, then Logan and so on. And then you saw Max. He walked to you, giving you a congratulatory hug. You hugged back, your arms going around his waist. You felt his hands move around your shoulders to your neck, confusion filling you as you pulled away from the hug, noticing the Dutch flag wrapped around your shoulders. “If I won, I was going to wear it to the podium. But this time, it's your turn. Congratulations.”

The post race interview started with Fernando, then only Max. When he was asked about how he felt about losing to you, he, too, referenced your childhood. “On the 14th of February 2012, she asked me what my dream was. I told her that it was for us to both make it to F1. For us to both be world champions, driving in the same team. Together. And a couple other things. Whilst we didn't get those other things, I'm happy that we have finally achieved most of our dreams.” It then went onto you.

Jenson asked about the race, congratulated you, the normal stuff. He then brought up the request from Horner about letting Max win. He smiled softly, signalling for you to speak as much as you wanted. “To be quite honest, Jens, I think it was a stupid team order. For them to assume that I would willingly give up a championship to give it to someone else is insane. I’ve been listening to his orders for years, letting Max through most of the time I was asked. However, when I don't, all I would receive is a lecture. ‘You should’ve listened to us’ he would say. ‘You didn’t deserve that win, you are lucky you are even driving for us, don’t push your luck.’” Your eyes scanned the crowd as you spoke. Disgust about Christian’s actions was over all the driver’s faces. Including Max, who was clearly surprised. Christian, on the other hand, looked as white as a ghost. You continued speaking.

“However, I am not, by any means, upset with Max. I know that none of this was his fault. It was Christian’s,” you said, pausing to take a breath before saying the next thing. This whole year had built up to this moment. “Which is why I am incredibly happy to announce that the contract renewal meeting will not be necessary, because I will be driving for Mercedes AMG Petronas Formula One Team in the 2025 season.” You glanced over to Lewis who had grinned at you, winking, having already known the news. You took this opportunity to lightly tease him about his inability to say the team name. “See, Lew? It’s not that difficult to remember the name.”

“So… Mercedes, huh?”

“Yes, Max. Mercedes. You won’t miss me too much when I’m gone, no?”

He chuckled, sitting on your couch as you packed your stuff up. “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. Are you going to the Red Bull Team Party later?”

“I wasn’t invited. Never have been.”

“Really?” He watched you nod. “Well, come anyway. Be my plus one, show them who’s the boss.” He stood up, stepping closer to you. “I’m sorry they favoured me. I never rewatched the races so I never saw the radio. I truly am sorry.”

“Max, it wasn’t your fault. I’ll think about your offer, I need to go.”

“Wait.” He reached in his pocket, pulling out some paper. “Read that when you get to the hotel, please.”

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Y/N,

You’ll have to bear with me, I will try my best not to waffle too much. I struggle to express how I feel through words, so Daniel suggested a letter.

When I think back to 2018, I realised that I never gave you a proper explanation on why I broke up with you. It was not a choice which I wanted to make. If given the choice, I would’ve chose the opposite, however, given the situation, the choice was obvious.

My father threatened me with a photo. I know what you’re thinking. “Why would a photo give you a reason to break up with me?” Jos managed to get a hold of an inappropriate photo of you, one which he threatened to release if I stayed with you. Believe me, if the opportunity was there, we would still be dating now. However, I couldn’t do this to you. I couldn’t let your reputation in the F1 community get destroyed because I decided to be selfish and stay with you. I hope I can be forgiven for this. I loved your song. It might’ve been the most beautiful thing I have ever heard.

I know that our break up was irreparable. I handled it way worse than I should have. However, I again have reason for this. I feared that, if I wasn’t harsh, you would’ve been determined to keep us working. And I have a soft spot for you, I always have done. I would do anything for you in a heartbeat.

I know I never said it when we were together, and I know that I should have, but I love you more than I have ever loved anyone before. I have since the day we met to the current day. I’m planning to give this letter to you the day of the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, after the race, but it was written before. I hope you know that, no matter what, even if you win the championship, nothing will ever stop me feeling devoted to you. You are my life, my soul, my person. I will love you until the day I take my last breath.

I know we may never be able to repair what we had, but maybe we could just be friends? If so, my number is *** *** *** ***, please message me, schat.

Forever yours,

Maxie xx

You messaged him. Of course you did. Deep down, you missed him. He was your person. You were happy he at least wanted to be friends. Sure, he absolutely was a soulmate who wasn't meant to be, but maybe you could at least talk a little more now.

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youruser: and with that, the 2024 season comes to an end. It's been a pleasure, glad to finally have a Championship under my belt x

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maxverstappen1: Been a pleasure driving with you. Can't wait to have you as proper competition next year x

youruser: It's been a great 6 years, Max. x

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youruser: My time at Red Bull Racing has come to an end. This decision was not one I took lightly, however, it took little to no consideration to make this decision. The treatment that I received from Red Bull Racing over the years and, more specifically, Christian Horner, has been one I would not wish upon any driver. That being said, Max, you have been a wonderful teammate. Can't wait to beat you again next year, just in a Mercedes this time. Goodbye Oracle Red Bull Racing, hello Mercedes AMG Petronas Formula One Team. (P.s. Christian, I am bringing my race engineer with me xoxo)

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georgerussell63: Can't wait to be your teammate!!

youruser: so hyped!!

maxverstappen1: Humble yourself, I'll be back to winning the wdc next year

youruser: lmaoooo you wish

mercedesamgf1: What's 4+4??

youruser: ATEEEE

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f1: bet you didn't expect this abu dhabi plot twist!! Our World Champ moves to Mercedes for 2025!!

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Hi All, I got asked to write a part two so here we go x Sorry if this was bad, it's unedited and it's also currently 1.40am for me. Goodnight everyone, have a good day! Alocon

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yorksnapshots · 9 months

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Buttercup Paddock.

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jackhues · 6 months

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naqia's series/au navigations!

here you can find the navigation page for all of my au's and series. series are mainly built off of fics, either requested by you all or based off of my own ideas. au's can have fics/blurbs, but are mainly built off of concepts sent in by you all

series:

mockingbird au! navigation (jack hughes x reader, platonic!hughes)

only fools! au navigation (jack hughes x graves!sister, fwb to strangers to lovers)

angel's world! au masterlist (verstappen!reader x mat barzal, formula one x hockey)

youngest! hughes au masterlist (youngest! hughes sister)

the devil and the runaway! navigation (mafia!charles leclerc)

paddock pass, baby (lewis hamilton! daughter)

au's

note: these exist in the same universe

peanut's world au! masterlist (hughes!sister and baby)

buttercup's world! au masterlist (dad!sidney crosby)

delilah's world! au (dad!matthew tkachuk)

pricey shots and brick wolls! au (pwhl toronto! reader x joseph woll)

#naqia's navigation #naqia's masterlist!#nav #masterlist #au #mockingbird! au #only fools! au #angel's world! au #the devil and the runaway! au #peanut's world! au #buttercup's world! au #delilah's world! au

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animals-amy · 1 year

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I've finally got all the cows 🥰 They're one of my favourite families! 🐄 there are 12 cows in total!

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Watch my video about them on my YouTube channel! I was so lucky to find the grandparents brand new on eBay!

Also if you want to add the cow family to your collection, you can buy them here 👇

#sylvanian families #calico critters #toy collector #toy collection #cottagecore #cute #cute toys #dollhouse #cows #cute cows #sylvanian collector #sylvanian families collector #calico critters collector #Youtube

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systemsylvania · 5 months

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Buttercup Friesian Cow Family

Mother - Daisy Buttercup

Brother - Paddock Buttercup

Sister - Annabell Buttercup

Father - Hornbull Buttercup

Father Hornbull Buttercup loves walking through the fields and woods around Sylvania all alone. He likes the peace and quiet and gets all huffy and bad tempered if he is disturbed during his thoughtful strolls. Some children find him frightening!

Mother Daisy Buttercup is very nosey, and likes to see and know what is going on. If she sees anyone out for a walk or off shopping, she will wander over to see what they are up to and have a chat!

Brother Paddock Buttercup is very frisky, running, skipping and jumping everywhere, he just can’t seem to stand still for long. All this pent up energy makes Paddock very good at the playground game of ‘catch’ but he is at a disadvantage when the children play a game of ‘hide & seek’.

Sister Annabell Buttercup does not like to rush anything. She walks slowly and gracefully, and has never been seen to run or even jog. Getting ready for school in the morning takes her hours.

#my collection #sylvanian families #calico critters #cow #friesian cow #buttercup #buttercup cow #buttercup freisian cow

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mbrainspaz · 1 month

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trying to keep horses safe is so batshit like I spent 2 years diligently uprooting buttercup flowers from every horse paddock and today I moved my horse to a new stable and 80% of his paddock is buttercups so I just said "Don't eat those, right bud? You don't like 'em anyway." And immediately he turned and took a bite out of a 3 foot tall thistle plant.

#BUDDY #horse posting #horse stuff #my biggest boy #you try so hard to keep them safe but they are beings of chaos

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macybeckham7 · 2 years

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reader!photographer taking pictures of the garage during the red flag and she saw daniel and reader got emotional seeing him knowing he wasn't coming back next year and he took her somewhere private and let her cry in his arms and conforts her

im sorry just im gonna miss this man

You got into position so you could get some shots of the drivers getting out of their cars, you rush around to try and get a shot of everyone to post on socials. You spot Daniel and get a quick snap of him, you look down at the photo which shows his infectious smile, which gets you right in the feels. You couldn’t help but get a little emotionally as you realised that this season was coming to an end which meant he wouldn’t be around the paddock. Daniel was the first driver that spoke to you and made you feel apart of the family, the honey badgers notices your emotions and hands his helmet off to one of the McLaren team and makes his way over to you. ‘What’s wrong buttercup?’ he says softly wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You shake your head as you try and get your emotions in check. He guides you through the back of the paddock and to his cooling room, he hugs you tightly and rubs your back as you let it all out as you tell him how much you’ll miss him and how the whole situation is shit and unfair. ‘You’ll still see me, you can’t get rid of me that easily’ he says in your ear. He keeps you in his arms, making you feel safe until you calm yourself down.

#daniel ricciardo imagines #daniel ricciardo blurbs #daniel ricciardo

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libidomechanica · 6 months

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Spirits that royal bird, whose blessed are

Said the grasshoppers seek out the moment, and both bare and be among them back into you now I lookèd right; yet the world, my true and it’s you are hold me, so it was come to be a buttercup under your great receipt with murderous hate that gainst his present’st a pure unstained prime. Spirits that royal bird, whose blessed are you, and loathed Paddocks lording on they reach’d a spot to take vp the place where they who thus the sun himself on that rose this year had exploded symmetrically from thee. One is in my chest. Presaging a white have to go again find Wordsworth’s healing pomp, nor fall.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #123 texts #sonnet

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ponyinmypocket12 · 1 year

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Series 1.1 (2008-2009) Summary

Marketed as Series 1 in both Hemispheres. The only Series I ever saw sold instore (Southern Hemisphere). Personality Profile pamphlet featured illustrations instead of photos. I have tried to sort them into their sets using photos of BNIB and other records I have (email archives from 2012!) As a whole, I have found that Series 1.1 is one of the more common lots of figurines to find for sale (when placed in comparison to other Series/Special Editions).

As always, the serial numbers are my doing. I also added my own numbers to the Box Sets for clarity's sake.

Ponies - Lot of 24

Sets: 4 Ponies (6x Box Sets of 4) | 2 Ponies 3 Newborns (in conjunction with Series 1.2 Newborns) | 4 Ponies (1 Hidden)* | Blind Bag* | 3 Ponies & Stable (existence unverified)**

#1101 Bubbles - Pinto - 4 Ponies Box 1; 4 Ponies (1 Hidden) Box 1; Blind Bag Pool;

#1102 Pixie - Shetland - 4 Ponies Box 1; 3 Ponies & Stable**;

#1103 Layla - Standard Breed - 4 Ponies Box 1; 3 Ponies & Stable**;

#1104 Baby Doll - Pinto - 4 Ponies Box 1;

#1105 Titan - Mustang - 4 Ponies Box ?; 2 Ponies 3 Newborns Box 1;

#1106 Annabelle - Lipizzaner - 4 Ponies Box ?; 2 Ponies 3 Newborns Box 1;

#1107 Belinda - Welsh Pony - 4 Ponies Box ?; 2 Ponies 3 Newborns Box 2;

#1108 Footsie - Barb - 4 Ponies Box ?; 2 Ponies 3 Newborns Box 2;

#1109 Brenna - Icelandic - 4 Ponies Box ?; 2 Ponies 3 Newborns Box 3;

#1110 All Star - Quarter Pony - 4 Ponies Box 2; 2 Ponies 3 Newborns Box 3;

#1111 Ransom - Quarab - 4 Ponies Box 2; 2 Ponies 3 Newborns Box 4;

#1112 Airborne - Connemara - 4 Ponies Box 2; 2 Ponies 3 Newborns Box 4;

#1113 Gina - Falabella - 4 Ponies Box 3; 4 Ponies (1 Hidden) Pool; Blind Bag Pool;

#1114 Buttercup - Palomino - 4 Ponies Box 5; 4 Ponies (1 Hidden) Pool; Blind Bag Pool; 4 Ponies (1 Hidden) Pool; Blind Bag Pool;

#1115 Amber - Arabian - 4 Ponies Box 3; 4 Ponies (1 Hidden) Pool; Blind Bag Pool;

#1116 Robin - Shetland - 4 Ponies Box 3; 4 Ponies (1 Hidden) Box 2; Blind Bag Pool;

#1117 Bluebell - Clydesdale - 4 Ponies Box 4; 4 Ponies (1 Hidden) Pool; Blind Bag Pool;

#1118 Freckles - Appaloosa - 4 Ponies Box 4; 4 Ponies (1 Hidden) Box 2; Blind Bag Pool;

#1119 Tahema - Morgan - 4 Ponies Box 4; 4 Ponies (1 Hidden) Box 2; Blind Bag Pool;

#1120 Sally - Mustang - 4 Ponies Box 4; 4 Ponies (1 Hidden) Pool; Blind Bag Pool;

#1121 Champion - Quarter Horse - 4 Ponies Box 3; 4 Ponies (1 Hidden) Pool; Blind Bag Pool;

#1122 Silver - Standard Breed - 4 Ponies Box 5; 4 Ponies (1 Hidden) Box 1; Blind Bag Pool;

#1123 Lindsay - Lipizzaner - 4 Ponies Box 5; 4 Ponies (1 Hidden) Box 1; Blind Bag Pool;

#1124 Shimmer - Morgan - 4 Ponies Box 5; 3 Ponies & Stable**;

Newborns - Lot of 12

Sets: 3 Newborns (4x Box Sets of 3)

#11101 Bubbles - Pinto - 3 Newborns Box 1;

#11213 Gina - Falabella - 3 Newborns Box 3;

#11314 Buttercup - Palomino - 3 Newborns Box 4;

#11415 Amber - Arabian - 3 Newborns Box 3;

#11516 Robin - Shetland - 3 Newborns Box 2;

#11617 Bluebell - Clydesdale - 3 Newborns Box 4;

#11718 Freckles - Appaloosa - 3 Newborns Box 4;

#11819 Tahema - Morgan - 3 Newborns Box 2;

#11920 Sally - Mustang - 3 Newborns Box 1;

#111021 Champion - Quarter Horse - 3 Newborns Box 3;

#111122 Silver - Standard Breed - 3 Newborns Box 2;

#111223 Lindsay - Lipizzaner - 3 Newborns Box 1;

Babies - Lot of 8 (4 pairs)

Sets: Mum & 2 Babies (comes with mother horse figurine and paddock accessory)

#11111 Sprite - Lipizzaner - Mum & Babies Box 1

#11112 Dancer - Lipizzaner - Mum & Babies Box 1

#11121 Patches - Pinto - Mum & Babies Box 2

#11122 Pancho - Pinto - Mum & Babies Box 2

#11131 Star - Quarter Horse - Mum & Babies Box 3

#11132 Sparkle - Quarter Horse - Mum & Babies Box 3

#11141 Mandy - Palomino - Mum & Babies Box 4

#11142 Maya - Palomino - Mum & Babies Box 4

*Both the 4 Ponies (1 Hidden) and Blind Bag sets draw from the same pool of 12 Ponies. The 4P1H comes with three Ponies visible, for each box number these are the same Ponies each time. I do not know if there is a variation in the Hidden Ponies between sets of the same box but these will be any one of the 12 within the pool. For those whose box number I don't know I have just included them in the pool. Both of these sets come in red packaging instead of Series 1.1's usual light purple and features green four leaf clovers. Information on the packaging is written in Italian, English, Spanish and Greek.

**Existence unverified - Stable Sets were real as I purchased one secondhand (over a decade ago) and it came with 3 Ponies, but I do not know for sure if all three were part of the Stable Set, but as they all came together this is my assumption.

#pony in my pocket #series 1.1 #ponyinmypocket #toy collection

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calicocritteroftheday · 4 years

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calico critter of the day:

paddock buttercup (friesian cow family / buttercup cow family brother)

birthday: unknown, 2010

#calico critters #calico critter #calico critter of the day #sylvanian families #cow #buttercup cow family #brother #paddock buttercup #2010 #unknown #friesian cow family

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writeforfandoms · 3 years

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Congrats on 100 babe!

Could I request a veterinarian reader taking care of one of Whiskey's horses on his ranch?

Sorry if that's too specific 🤣

Thank you my dear!!

After an hour of research, I picked something simple for the poor horse. But I feel I need to state that I am not a vet, I nave never gone through training, I never worked with a large animal vet, and I have not owned a horse. So. Any inaccuracies in this are my own. Also take this with a grain of salt. Or, y'know, a pile of salt. Whatever.

Honestly, this was a lot of fun. We got some nice soft Whiskey here! Because I am incapable of hurting anyone with these little requests.

Whiskey x gn!reader (although the term "darling" is used to refer to them)

No warnings. Nothing hurts. Everything is fluff.

Now presenting...

Run for the Roses

The call came late enough in the day that you were tempted to let it roll to voicemail, especially after the day you’d just had. Then you sighed and grabbed the phone. Your conscience wouldn’t let you ignore the phone.

“West Valley vet clinic, how can I help you?”

“Evenin’,” a man greeted in an easy drawl. “I’m calling for one of my horses.”

“Have we seen them before?” you asked, dropping into a chair at reception and pulling up the patient record program on your computer.

“Yeah, think so. Last name is Daniels. Horse is Buttercup.”

You paused for a moment once you had the profile up. A female palomino. Quarter horse. “Did you name her after Princess Buttercup?”

A rich laugh met your ears. “I did,” he admitted, not even a little embarrassed.

You huffed a little laugh. “What are her symptoms?”

“Lethargic, doesn’t want to eat a lot. She had some discharge from her nose earlier,” Mr. Daniels listed. “I’ve got her separated in the barn.”

“Good.” You checked his address, then the map on your phone. “I can be there in about 45 minutes, Mr. Daniels.”

“Thank you. I’d be much obliged.”

“I’ll see you then.” You hung up. Time to close up for the night. Your tech had gone home early, and your receptionist was out sick, so it was just you. You skipped vacuuming, turned off all the lights, and locked up. That would be good enough for tonight. You’d just get in early tomorrow to clean properly before patients.

If you were lucky, you’d be home before dark. If you were lucky. You were starting to doubt that.

The drive was an easy half hour – you’d missed most of the traffic. The property was set back off the road, and as you drove down the long private drive you couldn’t help but marvel. The property had to be huge, but it was mostly open, and clearly well tended. Grass stretched out on both sides of the private drive, with trees dotted here and there that you could see. Fencing stretched out back beyond the house – like a paddock. Probably, anyway.

You parked out front of the house, getting out and grabbing your field bag with all your to-go goodies.

And then you got your first look at Mr. Daniels as he waved to you, coming around the side of the house.

He was tall, dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans, a rag still in one hand. Dark hair fell across his forehead, and even at this distance you could easily see teeth gleaming in his grin. Hoo boy.

“You must be the new vet,” he said, holding out a hand to you. “Heard a lot about you when you took over for Dr. Buffum.”

“Hopefully nothing too awful,” you joked, taking his hand and giving it a firm squeeze. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Daniels.”

“Jack, please,” he said, waving for you to follow him. “Barn’s right back this way.”

You followed him around the house and across a stretch of open land to the barn. You could see two other horses out in the paddock. “So, which one is Westley?”

“The black,” Jack said without missing a beat. “The bay is Inigo.”

You laughed at that, shaking your head. “Well, I have to admit I approve,” you told him.

“Thanks. Not as many people get it as you’d think.” Jack opened the door into the barn, and you took the initiative to walk over to the only horse in the barn. She was a beauty, but clearly not feeling well.

The exam didn’t take long, since she didn’t fight you at all, and you let yourself out of the stall. Jack was hovering nearby, practically vibrating with anxious energy.

“Just a cold,” you assured him. “She should be fine in a week or so. In the meantime, keep her in here so she doesn’t pass it on to the other two. Make sure she has plenty of water, and keep everything clean. You can try soaking her food too. Call me immediately if she gets any worse.” You dug out one of your business cards that had your cell number on it and handed it to Jack.

“Thank you,” he said, tucking the business card in his pocket and then eyed you for a moment, apparently debating something. “It’s gettin’ late. Can I interest you in a drink before you have to go?”

You hesitated. He was a client… But it was late, and you wanted some normal human interaction. “Sure.”

Jack grinned at that, clearly pleased. “Come on in,” he told you, leading the way back to the house. There was a nice wrap around porch with a few knickknacks strewn about – an errant boot, a spade, a hammer. You smiled at the sight. You stepped through the mudroom into the kitchen, and washed up while Jack poured iced tea for you both.

“How’s town treating you?” he asked, handing over a glass.

“So far so good.” You took a sip and smiled. “The people here are nice, certainly. It is a big change for me, though. I’m more used to city life.”

Jack chuckled. “Just a little different,” he teased. “I hear you on that.”

“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow at him. You’d have guessed the property was inherited – you’d seen some mementos and things that looked old, in the brief look you’d gotten.

“Used to live and work in New York,” Jack said, leaning back against the counter. “Traveled a lot too. Fortunately I don’t do near as much of that anymore.”

You smiled, curious. “Where all did you travel?”

“Oh, all over,” Jack said, waving an airy hand but with a mischievous grin. “You’d be surprised where all stockholders live.”

“Where do you work?”

“Statesman distillery.”

You made a face. You couldn’t help it. Sure, you liked whiskey just fine, but the distillery itself was an oddly-shaped tourist attraction.

“Now what’s that look for?” Jack asked, standing up a little straighter. But humor gleamed in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I know you have no control over it, but the main building is just… ugly.”

Jack threw back his head and laughed. “Well, darlin’, you’re not exactly wrong.”

Your heart stuttered at the endearment. It had been… a very long time since anyone had called you anything like that. “Don’t worry, I won’t hold it against you,” you managed to quip.

“Mighty kind of you.” Jack smiled. “Do you drink?”

“Sometimes.”

“You’ll have to come by sometime. I’ll give you the tour myself.” Jack winked.

You snorted. “I don’t tend to have a lot of free time on weekdays,” you told him.

“S’alright, we’ll make it work on a weekend.” Jack shrugged, unbothered. “Brunch and a tour.”

You paused at that before a slow smile crossed your lips. “That sounds an awful lot like a date.”

“Doesn’t have to be if you don’t want,” Jack was quick to backtrack.

You smiled. That was sweet of him. He was very attractive. And polite. He clearly cared about his animals. “A date sounds nice. Tell you what, I’ll come over before brunch to check in on Buttercup again. And then I’ll let you drive.”

Jack’s smile widened to nothing short of blinding. “I like that plan, darlin’,” he murmured.

“Saturday?” you suggested, a little shy. It was only three days away. But you could admit, if only to yourself, that you liked the attention. And the conversation.

“Is ten o’clock too early?”

“Ten is perfect.” You smiled and, a little reluctantly, set your glass of iced tea aside. “I should get home before it gets any later.”

“What do I owe you for the check up?” Jack asked, walking you to the front door.

You shot him a grin. “You can buy brunch on Saturday,” you flirted. “Pretty sure I’m getting the better end of this deal.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” Jack smirked at you, confident and flirty. “But you got yourself a deal. I’ll see you Saturday.” He caught your hand and pulled it up to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“See you Saturday.” You managed to get the words out even as heat flooded your face. Jack released you and you carried your bag back to your car.

The drive home was uneventful, and you reheated some food for a late dinner. You were getting ready for bed when your phone buzzed, and you frowned. Who could be texting you this late?

Decided I couldn’t wait until Saturday to talk to you again. Text me tomorrow? I’ll be stuck in meetings all day and could do with some rescuing.

A grin split your face. You couldn’t help it. If you weren’t careful, this man would worm his way into your affections very quickly. Part of you wondered if that would be such a bad thing.

So, with an impish grin, you sent one message in response.

Sounds terrible. I might even have to do an in person check to make sure they’re not mistreating you too badly. We’ll see if I can fit you into my schedule. Sleep well. 😘

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boysthatgovroomvroom · 4 years

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Baby Girl {Lando Norris}

So.. Because of @huskyandbeautiful I now have baby fever... This was completely not planned and I'm just writing what comes to mind. Enjoy? I guess?

Lando Norris x Reader

When yours and Landos little girl was born in the end of December you were over the moon. Little Mila was the sunshine of the family and she brought such joy to the two of you. She had Landos curly brown hair and your eyes, always sparkling. And you noticed over time she was an absolute daddy's girl. Of course she loved you, but when the both you were in the room she always wanted to be held by him. Her eyes looking at him full of adoration and love. It was the cutest thing ever. But it seemed like she always knew when you and Lando were having a moment because more than once it was that you two were cuddling on the couch or kissing and she started crying, like she was demanding for Lando. She was the calmest when she was in his arms.

But then the season had begun and your life suddenly became much harder. With Lando gone little Mila was crying more then ever. She missed him even more than you did. Normally you would have traveled with him but you didn't want to strain Mila with long hours on the flight. You and Lando facetimed but it was hard with time differences and trying to let Mila get used to a proper sleep schedule. But you managed.

Now it was July and Mila was over half a year old. This weekend was the British Grand Prix and because it was not far away from home you'd be attending. Lando had been excited for you to come back to the race track and even tho Mila couldn't quite understand it yet, she felt his excitement as well.

Which brought us to now. You were walking to the paddock entrance from the parking lot with Mila on your hip. She looked around, taking in the new surroundings. People were taking pictures of you and fans were waving and making funny faces at your daughter, making her giggle adorably. She really was a sunshine that brightened up everyone's day.

On the way through the paddock you saw Carlos coming up to you with a big smile on his face. He opened his arms and when Mila recognized him she leaned forward reached for him to take her.

"There's my little goddaughter. Come here, little one"

He took Mila from you and she beamed at her godfather. She smashed her hands against his cheeks and squished them together. She was babbling at him like she was telling him a story and he just nodded along while you two got to the Mclaren garage.

When you walked in Landos engineer Will greeted you. He gave you a hug and stroked Milas cheek.

"Hello sunshine. Good to see you. Gonna watch your dad race huh?"

Mila, still smiling as always, gave him a squeal. At the same time she began wiggling around in Carlos arms to get out of his arms. She was feeling that Lando was close. You took her from Carlos because he had to get to his side of the garage. You followed Will who gave you two sets of headsets, one for you and one for Mila.

The garage was busy, like always. People moving around, working on the car or just talking. You could see Lando with his back turned to you and instantly a smile grew on your face. It was good to be back in the garage, watching him do what he had dreamed of doing for years and what he loved doing. Just seeing him like this made the butterflies flutter in your stomach. Mila recognized him too as she reached out for him and let out a squeal to make him notice her.

Lando turned around and his face lit up when he saw his girlfriend and dauther standing in the garage, both with smiles on their faces. He came up to you and crouched down a bit to be face to face with Mila.

"Hey there buttercup. I missed you so much."

He took her from you and peppered kisses over her face. Mila was full on giggling at this point. He hoisted her on his hip and pulled you close with his other arm. He smiled at you and you felt like a teenager again. Your heart started racing and your hands began sweating. What this man did to you.

"I'm so glad you're here. It isn't the same without you."

He then leaned in to kiss you. But Mila, being the daddy's girl that she was, pushed your face away from his. You both laughed and Lando pressed a kiss on her cheek.

"Silly Mila."

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 4 years

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Emp-ire “At Gunpoint.”

Sorry for posting so late. I wrote this yesterday, but have been kind of absentminded lately. I hope you enoy.

Adam woke up with a numb arm and a groan. He rolled onto his side, hearing the clatter of glass as he did, sitting up and slamming his head hard against the table above. He cursed, rubbing his head as he crawled out from under the table and stumbling to his feet. Quiet snoring over by the bar alerted him to another human’s presence and found Ramirez sprawled on top of the bar itself using a boot for a pillow. He looked up to find the bartender smirking at him from behind the bar.

He smiled rather sheepishly boots clattering over the floor as he walked over and unceremoniously turfed Ramirez onto the floor.

The other man yelped in surprise and flailed about for a second before looking up, “Adam!”

Adam looked around the room trying to find his hat, and surprisingly, found it sitting on top of a mounted ram’s head on the wall. He walked over and picked it up, placing it back on his head as Ramirez wobbled to his feet.

“You boys enjoy your night.”

Ramirez squinted at the light leaving in through the window, “That was…. One eventful night, drinking, debauchery and catching outlaws.” He slapped Adam on the shoulder, “What a good time.” A ‘small’ smile crossed Adam’s face, “Leave it to us to manage not to have a normal evening. Now come on, let's go find some horses.”

***

They found their houses in the stables just outside of town. The place was enough of a tourist trap that it was likely the horses were available to rent. He doubted they would just be allowing anyone to take one for a joyride though and stepped into the stable first with Ramirez walking behind him.

“Smells like horse in here.” Ramirez muttered

“Stop being such a Diva.” Adam said walking forward to where a farm hand was carting away a wheelbarrow of waste and the stable manager was standing patting one of the horses.

The smell of horses and fresh hay wafted over him and he had a sudden flash of his childhood.

His father’s voice echoing in his head.

“That’s it, not too tight on the reins, Adam. There you go.”

He shook himself and walked up to the man who turned, “Mornin’ the man greeted touching the brim of his hat, “What can I do for you.”

Adam motioned a finger at himself and Ramirez, “We were hoping to rent some horses,”

The man looked them up and don skeptically, “Do you boys know how to handle and take care of a horse?”

“I do, my friend there doesn’t… so he'd need something…. Gentle perhaps something you use to teach children.”

Ramirez frowned, Adam smirked at him.

“Well guess we will have to see. I don’t just rent out my horses to anyone you know. Have to prove you can take care of them and treat em nice before i allow that.”

Adam nodded, “i’d question you a bit if you didn’t have that policy.”

“Well I can suggest a few.” He turned to walk down the line, “For your friend there, he might want to take Buttercup, she's a sweet old girl, still has some spirit left in her but she's gentle and sure footed out of all the animals I had ever known. How about you sir, what’s your experience.”

Adam shrugged, “Dad taught me to ride when I was a kid. I can gallup and stay on at a jump, know how to groom and take care of one, but I admit it's been a few years.”

The man nodded slowly and thoughtfully before walking to the end of the stable and patting a stall door, “This is Maroz, she’s a bit stubborn, but I think a man like you might be able to handle her.”

Adam walked over with Ramirez at his back to look at the horse, Stunning, white like a pearl, with thick legs but a long mane managing to look elegant and imperious at the same time.

“Wow, she's gorgeous.”

“Well go on, let her get a sniff at you.”

Adam walked up to the gate offering her the back of his hand fingers slightly curled inward, in an almost fist. She stuck her head forward sniffing at his hand, hot air blowing in great gusts over his skin.

After a moment she snorted and nosed at his hand allowing him to gently pat her along the velvety skin of her muzzle.

“Well hello gorgeous.” He said.

She tossed her head a bit.

The man nodded pleased and opened the gate, allowing Adam o take the rins and walk her onto the floor.

“A firm hand, thats good, a lot of people arent firm, but you have to be. You have to let them know you are in charge. It gives them a sense of security.”

He led Ramirez over to another stall where a silver horse stood tossing her head. She stopped as he approached and sniffed at him.”

He looked a bit nervous, “They are a lot bigger up close.”

Adam smirked, “Oh come on, they’re sweet.” he patted Maroz’s side and the horse tossed her head.

Adam left Ramirez with the stable owner for a moment as he went over to put a saddle on the white house throwing the leather over her back and tightening the girth-strap before adjusting the stirrups.

The stable owner walked over to check his work and seemed pleased.

Go ahead and hop on take her for a ride around while I get your friend saddled up, and show him a few of the basics.

Adam nodded, throwing his foot up into the stirrup and then hauling his other leg over the back of the horse. She shuffled a bit, but once he had himself situated things started to become more familiar and he gently tapped the rains urging her forward into a slow walk.

Ramirez was still eying the horse like it was going to eat him, which made Adam smile a bit.

He walked her outside and urged her into a light trot ad then into a canter around th stables, his hips moving with her as her body rolled under him.

He lifted his face to the open air.

He had forgotten how much he enjoyed this.

Once that was done, he urged her into a gallup and she responded to him thundering over the desert ground sending up clouds of dust after the. He whooped in glee, leaning low over her neck before turning her around and pulling her to a stop before the doors of the barn.

Ramirez was there strategically trying to figure out how to haul himself into the saddle. He tried once, overbalanced and fell backward into the dirt in a puff of dust. The horse whinnied like it was laughing at him. Adam laughed, “Guess ice dancing doesn't exactly translate into horseback riding eh?”

“Shut up Adam, By the end of today this beast will be my bitch.”

Adam leaned against the pommel of the sadel with some skepticism. Ramirez tried again and ended up hopping away off balance.

He patted Maroz’s neck, “See girl, I did that and I only have one leg.”

“An ENHANCED prosthetic if I may remind you.” Ramirez said. The silver horse sat there with no end to her patient nature.”

Ramirez finally managed to haul himself into the saddle, and from there wasn’t too bad. He had a good sense of balance even at a trot and got the hang of it pretty quickly, walking and even trotting slowly around the small paddock.

The stable master urged Adam t jump the horse a few times, and he managed a few low fences before chickening out at something bigger and pulling the horse to a stop.

The man tapped his chin lightly, “Alright, I suppose you’re capable enough. I’m still gonna give you some instruction before you head out.”

Adam took the instruction very seriously, forcing Ramirez to sit down and listen as well. What they were about to do wasn’t going to be a picnic and they wanted to be as safe as possible while they did it.

After a while they had their extra clothing and bedrolls rolled up and packed on the horses.

They purchased a map and a compass and were waved off into the open country at a slow walk with the sun high overhead.

Adam held the reins gently in one hand, fist resting against his thigh.

“Showoff.” Ramirez mumbled almost white knuckling the reins off to his side.

“I can’t believe you are from Texas and don’t know how to ride a horse.”

“An ice skater from texas, a sexy almost Olympian from the city.”

Adam snorted and laughed, “You asked for this trip, you asked for this to happen.”

“I wanted us to dress up and go drinking, I didn’t think you were going to drag me out into the desert to go live on the land and…. I dont know skin alien rabbits or some shit.”

“We brought food quit being dramatic.”

Ramirez looked up at the sky, “Forgot my harmonica, guess I’m going to have to start singing.”

“Sing what?”

“I don’t know, country songs and shit.”

“What country songs do you know?”

He shrugged, “Plenty.”

“Like what.”

“There Is the, I love my truck song.”

Adam and the hose snorted at the same time.

“There is the, I lost my wife song, the I like drinking song, the I love country dirt song,and the I love lovin women in corn fields song.”

Adam choked and started to laugh, the sun beating down on them, “I would LOVE to hear your rendition of the love lovin a woman in a corn field song. And yes that is a challenge.”

Ramirez reached up to stroke his chin just a bit, “Hold on, gotta remember the lyrics.”

Adam waited grinning as his friends tared intently at the saddle before him.

“I….. Ah ha um…. Driving my girl down to the field…..er.”

“Go on…..” Adam reached down for his canteen and took a sip

“Getting all ready to uh…. Plow her field.”

He regretted pretty quickly taking that drink as sudden laughter caused him to spurt water out his nose like a broken faucet. He choked and gagged and gasped for air, howling with laughter to the point he was bent double on his horse silently shaking ad slapping his leg repeatedly with murth.

When he could finally speak he sat up and gasped, “You dumbass rymed field with field. You could have at least used yield or wield or healed or kneeled. Heavens above, now I KNOW why you’re a marine.”

Ramirez flipped him the bird, and Adam urged them into a light canter over the dirt. He kept an eye on the horses, making sure not to tire them out too much though he doubted the pase at which they were riding would actually have any adverse affect on them. He doubted Ramirez would be able to handle a full gallop any time soon but was happy to feel the wind rushing against his face and neck.

The air smelled alien, as alien planets tend to smell. It was hard to describe it, almost metallic, like he could taste it, and as the sun set the sky overhead grew purple. They said there was a higher concentration of oxygen on this planet which is what made the usually red to orange sunsets on a place like earth purple on a palace like this. It was pretty in a very strange way, casting an eerie light over the orange red desert as if they had been thrown into some strange space cowboy fantasy, which he supposed they had.

As soon as the sun met the horizon, Adam ordered them to a stop below one of the rock formations against the leeward side and set up camp. There was a pamphlet in the saddle bags that discussed local flora and fauna of the area, what was safe to burn, and what was safe to eat.

They had more than enough food to last them on their trip out to one of the settlements, so they didn’t worry about that as they sat down by the fire watching as the sun cast bright orange streaks of light access a purple sunset.

Adam leaned back against his saddle watching the horses as they grazed quietly off to the side on strange bluish rock grass that was apparently pretty good for horses.

“Not half bad.” Adam muttered, taking a swig from his canteen.

Ramirez only grunted from where he leaned against his saddle using it as some sort of pillow with his hat drawn low over his eyes.

Adam reached a hand down to his belt, fingers brushing over the stolen knife.

What was he doing?

He had never stolen anything, not in his entire life.

Not even when the person desperately needed to be stolen from. He glanced down at the knife again. What had come over him in that moment? Were his thoughts of Sunny really so profound that he would think about becoming a thief just to impress her.

Was it…. Was it perhaps this whole atmosphere that made him so likely to steal.

The wild west, the final frontier, a place where the rules were fast and loose and finders meant keepers.

Off to his side Ramirez was breathing deeply probably asleep after a long day of riding.

Adam felt that, his legs hurt somewhat, and so he stretched them out, leaning back against the rock.

At least they didn’t have to worry about rattlesnakes or spiders. The biggest issue here were these sort of one eyed looking lizard things that had little spines on their skin that could cause a mild rash on people, though that was only on the people who happened to be allergic to them.

He closed his eyes trying not to think too much and certainly trying not to think of Sunny.

Wherever she was.

Likely alone.

Likely still mad at him.

He cursed himself for ruining their friendship which had taken so long to build. What they had come from before just go go back to square one so many years later. He took a deep breath and tried not to think, just tried to let himself sleep.

***

He woke to the disturbed nickering of the horses.

Anda cold gun barrel pressed to the back of his head.

He jolted upright reaching for his gun, but the barre pressed harder against the back of his skull, “I wouldn’t try that if i were you, Partner.” the words came out spitting and derisive, and Adam held his hands slowly in the air blinking against the light of their little campfire.

On the other side of the circle he could see another dark figure standing behind Ramirez's gun pointed at his head in a similar fashion to Adam.

Ramirez looked almost as groggy as he felt, and chanced a look at him across the fire.

“Don’t you boys even THINK about trying anything.”

Adam kept his hands where they were his voice calm, “I am sure….. This is all just some sort of misunderstanding.”

He winced as the gun barrel pressed harder against the back of his head.

“No misunderstanding about it ‘friend’ you’re being robbed, so you are going to sit there and shut up.”

“Go ahead, I’m not stopping you.” Adam said his hands surprisingly steady”

He watched as the men rifled through their things pulling out food ad ammunition only to shove them into their bags and keep rooting through.

One of them went rifling through Adam’s pockets and gumbelt while they had them sat on the rocks, Pulling out his handgun and the knife which had already been stolen.

“Are we done now?” Adam asked probably not intending to have such an acerbic mouth, but finding the annoyance biting to the front of his thoughts against his will. And were out before he could stop them.

“Get insolent would you.”

A sharp pain exploded on the side of his head, and he went sprawling to the dirt, his hat rolling off towards the fire.

He groaned and crawled to his hands and knees spitting dirt and blood onto the ground.

Someone knelt in front of him, gripping his chin aggressively and forcing his head back to look up at them, “I-”The man paused and then frowned, “Do i know you…. You look familiar.”

Adam jerked his head away, “Guess I just got one of those faces.”

“No, no I know you from somewhere.”

Adam sighed, this was all playing out like some poorly written trope, and if he knew where this was going ---which he thought he did-- than it wasn’t going to end well.

“You been drinkin again Davis.”

“No I swear, take a look at him.”

There was a shuffling around the fire and Adam’s head was forced back again by a handful of hair as the group leader clomped over the dirt,spurs jangling as he did, coming to crouch before Adam with a contemplative expression. Unlike their encounter with the outlaw last night, this man was…. Well he was a lot more put together. He was clean shaven with a well tanned complexion and a velvety black hat only slightly coated by dust. He wore a red vest over a black shirt, and all the silver buckles that held him together shone in the darkness of the fire.

He scrutinized Adam for a very long time before.

“Well slap my ass and call me Nancy, if it isn’t Admiral Vir of the UNSC.” he spit into the dirt and the rest of the men around the fire moved in to circle around him.

Adam sighed, he knew he had been had.

“Figure that out all on your own '' He wondered staring the man in the face with barely concealed contempt.

Across the fire Ramirez was staring at him with a ‘what the fuck do you think you are doing.” Sort of expression.

The man laughed mirthlessly, “You’ve got a tongue on you, Admiral.” He glanced over at Ramirez, “And who is this, faithful dog or your lover.”

Adam sneered, “I could ask the same thing about you and all your….friends.”: He glanced around the campfire at the group of armed men.

What the fuck was he doing/?

“You’re funny Admiral,” h looked around, “isn’t he funny boys.”

Around the fire, the group of men laughed with cold derision.

Their leader crouched down, and patted Adam slowly on the shoulder, “I am Happy to see you Admiral, very happy to see you. I’m a big fan, loved your movie, though learning that you were in support of those alien fuckers put me off a bit, I have to admit.” He placed the barrel of his gun below Adam’s chin and tilted his head back slightly. “Almost didn’t recognize you without the eyepatch.” He tapped the side of Adam’s head with the gun barrel, “Freaky that thing is, referring to Adam’s eye.

Adam snered, “Then you’ll really find this freaky.”

With a sharp whirr, the steel eye prosthetic jolted to life and flashed upward with a ferrel hiss. No one had time to react before the sharp thud of metal on flesh as his metallic shin drove itself hard into the fork of the man’s legs.

He achieved the desired effect as the man crumbled like a wet piece of tissue gagging and choking into the fetal position.

Adam was grabbed by the shoulders and pinned bodily to the ground, more than five weapons pointed at his face.

Just ahead the bandit leader lay on the ground mewling and gagging every so often.

It took him a good fifteen minutes to recover and when he finally staggered to his feet Adam more than expected to be shot. In a blur of motion the man pulled his gun and pointed it at Adam’s head a grimace still plastered over his face. His hand trembled with what must have been rage but he eventually lowered his weapon, “If you weren’t so valuable, I would shoot you where you stand.”

He glanced over at Ramirez awith a thoughtful expression, “Try anything like that again, and I kill your friend.”

That mande Adam Freeze, and he glanced over at Ramirez with wide eyes,

The man snarled, “Thought that would get your attention, but still…. I owe you.”

Adam probably should have seen the boot coming, but he only registered it at the last moment before blacking out completely.

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lady-boa · 5 years

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Witchy Translations

Old witchy names for herbs/roots in their modern names.

*Warning: A good chunk of these are poisonous*

Adders Fork- Adders tongue Adders tongue- Dogstooth Violet Ass's Foot or Bull's Foot - Coltsfoot Bat Flower - Tacca Bat's Wings - Holly Bat's Wool- Moss Bear's Foot- Lady's Mantle Beggar's Buttons -Burdock Beggar's Tick- Cockhold Bird's Eye- Germander Speedwell Bird's Foot- Fenugreek Black Maidenhair- Black Spleenwort Black Sampson- Echinacea Black Snake Root- Black Cohosh Blind Eyes- Poppy Blood- Elder Sap or another tree sap Blood from a Head- Lupine Blood from a Shoulder- Bear's Breeches Blood of Ares- Purslane Blood of Kronos- Cedar Blood of Hephaistos- Wormwood Blood of Hestia- Chamomile Blood of a Goose- Mulberry Tree's Milk Blood of a Titan- Wild Lettuce Blood of an Eye- Tamarisk Gall Blood Leather- Reindeer Moss/Rock Tripe/Caribou Lichen Bloodroot- Tormentil Bloodwort- Yarrow Bloody Butcher- Valerian Bloody Finger- Foxglove Bone of an Ibis- Buckthorn Brains- Congealed Gum from a Cherry Tree Bread and Cheese Tree- Hawthorne. Whitethorn, Hazels Broom- Gorse Bull's Blood or Seed of Horus- Horehound Bull's Foot- Coltsfoot Burning Bush- Fraxinella, White Dittany Butcher's Broom- Irish Tops Buttons- Tansy Calf's Snout- Snapdragon Candelmas Maiden- Snowdrop Capon's Tail- Valerian Cat's Foot- Canada Snake Root and/or Ground Ivy Cheeses- Marsh Mallow Cherry Pie- Heliotrope Chocolate Flower- Wild Geranium Church Steeples- Agrimony Clear-Eye- Clary Sage Click- Goosegrass Clot- Great Mullein Corpse Candles- Mullein Corpse Plant- Indian Pipe Courtesy- Summer Wind Crocodile Dung- Black Earth Crow Corn- Ague Root Crow Foot- Wild Geranium Crowdy Kit- Figwort Crown for a King- Wormwood Cuckoo's Bread- Common Plantain Cucumber Tree- Magnolia Cuddy's Lungs- Great Mullein Dead Man Ash- Mandrake root poppet Death Angel- Agaric Death Flower- Yarrow Devil's Apple- Datura Devils Dung- Asafoetida Devil's Eye- Henbane, Periwinkle Devil's Flower- Bachelor's Buttons Devil's Guts- Dodder Devil's Milk- Celandine Devil's Nettle- Yarrow Devil's Oatmeal- Parsley Devil's Plaything- Yarrow Dew of the Sea- Rosemary Dog Fennel- Anthemis Dog Grass- Agropyrum Dog's Mouth- Snap Dragon Dog`s Tail- Cynosurus Dog's Tongue- Conoglossum Officinale Dog`s Tooth Violet- Erythronium Dove's Foot- Wild Geranium Dragon Wort- Bistort Dragon Bushes- Toadflax Dragon's Blood- Calamus Dragon's Scales- Bistort Leaves Duck's Foot- May Apple Eagle- Wild Garlic Ear of an Ass- Comfrey Ear of a Goat- St. John's Wort Earth Smoke- Fumitory Elf leaf- Lavender, Rosemary Elf's Wort (Elfwort)- Elecampane Enchanter's Plant- Vervain Englishman's Foot- Common Plantain Erba Santa Maria- Spearmint Everlasting Friendship- Goosegrass Eye of the Day- Common Daisy Eye of Newt- Wild Mustard Seed Eye of the Star- Horehound Eye Root- Goldenseal Eyes- Aster, Daisy, Eyebright Fairies Eggs- Molukka Fairie's Finger- Foxglove Fairies Horses- Ragwort Fairy Bells- Sorrel, Wood Fairy Cup- Cowslip Fairy Smoke- Indian Pipe Fat from a Head- Spurge Felon Herb- Mugwort Filwort- Centory or Feverwort Five Fingers- Cinquefoil Flesh and Blood- Tormentil Fox's Clote- Burdock Frog bit- Hydrocharis Frog fruit- Phyla Frog Orchid- Coeloglossum Frog's Foot- Bulbous Buttercup Frog`s Lettuce- Groenlandia From the Belly- Earth-apple From the Foot- Houseleek From the Loins- Chamomile Gazel's Hooves- Quickset, Albespyne Goat's Foot- Ash Weed Goat's Leaf- Honeysuckle God's Hair- Hart's Tongue Fern Golden Star- Avens Gosling Wing- Goosegrass Graveyard Dust- Mullein Great Ox-eye - Ox-eye Daisy Hag's Taper- Great Mullein Hagthorn- Hawthorn Hairs of a Baboon- Dill Seed Hair- Maidenhair Fern Hair of Venus- Maidenhair Fern Hare's Beard- Great Mullein Hare's Foot- Avens Hawk's Heart- Heart of Wormwood Heart- Walnut Heart of Osmund- Royal Fern Herb of Grace- Vervain Hind's Tongue- Hart's Tongue Fern Holy Herb- Yerba Santa Holy Rope- Hemp Agrimony Hook and Arm- Yerba Santa Horse Hoof- Coltsfoot Horse Tongue- Hart's Tongue Fern Hundred Eyes- Periwinkle Indian Dye- Goldenseal Innocence- Bluets Jacob's Staff- Great Mullein Jew's Ear- Fungus on Elder or Elm John's Bread- Carob Joy of the Mountain- Marjoram Jupiter's Foot- Houseleek Jupiter's Staff- Great Mullein

King's Crown- Black Haw

Knight's Milfoil- Yarrow

Kronos' Blood- Cedar King's Crown Black Haw Knight's Milfoil- Yarrow Lad's Love- Southernwood Lady's Glove- Foxglove Lady's Mantle- Nine Hooks Lady's Meat- May Flower blossom Lady's Slipper- American Valerian Lady's Tresses- Spira Root Lamb's Ears- Betony Lion's Ear- Motherwort Lion's Hairs- Turnip leaves Lion's Tooth- Dandelion aka Priest's Crown Lizard's Tail- Breast Weed Little Dragon- Tarragon Love in Idleness- Pansy Love Leaves- Burdock Love Lies Bleeding- Amaranth or Anemone Love Man- Goosegrass Love Parsley- Lovage Love Root- Orris Root Man's Bile- Turnip Sap Man's Health- Ginseng Maiden's Hair- Maidenhair Fern Maiden's Ruin- Southernwood Master of the Woods- Woodruff May- Black Haw May Lily- Lily of the Valley May Rose- Black Haw Maypops- Passion Flower Mistress of the Night- Tuberose Mother's Heart- Shepheard's Purse Mouse's Ear- Hawk Weed Mouse's Tail- Common Stonecrop Mutton Chops- Goosegrass Newt`s Tail- Saururus Nose Bleed- Yarrow Old-Maid's-Nightcap- Wild Geranium Old Man- Mugwort Old Man's Flannel- Great Mullein Old Man's Pepper- Yarrow Old Woman- Wormwood Oliver- Olive Organ Tea- Pennyroyal Paddock Pipes- Horsetail Pantagruelian- Marijuana Password- Primrose Peter's Staff- Great Mullein Pig's Tail- Leopard's Bane Poor Man's Treacle- Garlic Poor Man- Weatherglass Pimpernel Priest's Crown- Dandelion leaves Pucha-pat- Patchouli Queen of the Meadow- Meadowsweet Queen of the Meadow Root- Gravelroot Queen of the Night- Vanilla Cactus Queen's Delight- Silverleaf Queen's Root- Stilengia Rabbit's Foot- Field Clover Ram's Head- American Valerian Red Cockscomb- Amaranth Ring-o-Bells- Bluebells Robin-Run-in-the-Grass- Goosegrass Scaldhead- Blackberry See Bright- Clary Sage Semen of Ammon- Houseleek Semen of Ares- Clover Semen of Helios- White Hellebore Semen of Herakles- Mustard-rocket Semen of Hermes- Dill Semen of Hephaistos- Fleabane Seed of Horus- Horehound Serpent's Tongue- Adder's Tongue Seven Barks- Hydrangea Seven Year's Love- Yarrow Shameface- Wild Geranium Shepherd's Heart- Shepherd's Purse Silver Bells- Black Haw Skin of a Man- Fern Skull- Skullcap Mushroom Snake's Blood- Hematite Stone Snake's Friend- Indian Paintbrush Snake's Head- Balmony Snake's Milk- Blooming Splurge Snake's Tongue- Adder's Tongue Fern Snake/ Snakeweed- Bistort Snow Drop- Bulbous Violet Soapwort- Comfrey or Daisy Sorcerer's Violet- Periwinkle Sparrow's Tongue- Knotweed Spider Lily- Spiderwort Squirrel's Ear- White Plantain St. John's Herb- Hemp Agrimony (This is not St. John's Wort) St. John's Plant- Mugwort Stag's Horn- Club Moss Star Flower- Borage Star of the Earth- Avens Starweed- Chickweed Sweethearts- Goosegrass Swine's Snout- Dandelion Leaves Tanner's Bark- Common Oak Tarragon- Mugwort Tartar Root- Ginseng Tears of a Baboon- Dill Juice Titan's Blood- Wild Lettuce Thor's Helper- Rowan Thousand Weed- Yarrow Thunder Plant- House Leek Toad- Toadflax Toe Of Frog- Bulbous Buttercup Leaves Tongue of dog- Hound's Tongue Tooth or Teeth- Pinecone(s) Torches- Great Mullein Tree of Heaven- Chinese Sumach Unicorn's Horn- False Unicorn Unicorn Root- Ague Root Wax Dolls- Fumitory Weazel Snout- Yellow Dead Nettles/Yellow Archangel Weed- Ox-Eye Daisy White- Ox-eye Daisy White Man's Foot- Common Plantain White Wood- White Cinnamon Witch Bells- Foxglove Witch Herb- Mugwort Witch's Asprin- White Willow/Willow Bark Witch's Brier- Brier Hips Witch's Hair- Dodder Witch's Thimble- Datura Witchbane- Rowan Wolf Claw- Club Moss Wolf Foot- Bugle Weed Wolf's Hat- Wolfsbane Wolf's Milk- Euphorbia Worms- Gnarled, thin roots of a local tree

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