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leedosbunnyboy · 10 months

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Kyojuro Rengoku; The Flame Burning in My Soul

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Kyojuro Rengoku x Male Reader | (side) Tengen Uzui x Male Reader

Warning(s): Very Narrative Driven, Very Long(?), Slight Manga Spoilers, Mourning, Death

Summary: Living without the love of your life can do a number on you, especially when you’re living everyday wondering if you even want to go on.

Part I

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He’s gone…

It feels like it was only yesterday that he was holding you and promising to marry you…

He’s gone…

He said the mission was going to be easy…

He’s gone…

He was supposed to come back safely…

He’s gone…

He’s just playing a prank!

He’s gone…

He sent that crow with a phony letter to scare us!

He’s gone…

Mr. Uzui must be in on it as well!

He’s gone…

They’re such pranksters!

He’s gone…

He’ll be back soon…

He’s gone…

I can’t wait until-

HE’S

GONE

NOW

…

It can’t be real…

it just can’t be…

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You tried to convince yourself it wasn’t real. That it was all some sick game Kyojuro thought would be funny. That was until you saw his crow flying to the estate while you were outside cleaning with Senjuro, followed by a young boy with a scar…

“Are you Senjuro? And Sir Rengoku’s lover?” The boy asked before politely bowing.

“I take it you know about Mr. Rengoku? I’m so sorry. Before he died, he asked for some messages to be delivered to you, your father, and his lover. I’ve come to pass them on.” He stated.

“From my brother? Thank you, but i’m already well aware of what happened to him.” Senjuro solemnly stated. You moved closer to him to rub his shoulder. “What’s wrong?! Your face! It looks as pale as a ghost!”

“Knock it off!” All three of you were surprised by the sudden outburst. “Whatever message he left means nothing anyway! Why would he become a swordsman when he had no talent to being with! It’s no wonder he died! He’s worthless.” You gripped on the broom tighter, your eyes beginning to swell with tears at Shinjuro’s words. “He was a fool of a son from the start! A person’s potential is determined the day they’re born. Only a mere handful have any talent… the rest are just dregs of society. You’re either born a genius or someday killed by one!” Shinjuro stopped to take a drink. “It’s clear which one Kyojuro was. He had no future to begin with. No surprise he got killed.” Senjuro cuddled closer into your side.

“You shut your mouth!” You screamed, surprising all three boys. “Kyojuro had a bright future ahead of him! He was to come back and marry me! We were to be wed and start a life together! All my life, I dreamed of spending my last days with him, so don’t you dare stand here and soil his name by calling him worthless because he meant everything to me!” You fought back tears as Senjuro leaned closer to comfort you. “Just because you’re a sad old man who gave up on his own life doesn’t give you the right to speak badly about an other’s!”

“Give me a break! The funeral is over! It’s high time you both move on with your damn lives!” You held the youngest Rengoku behind you as he cried into your kimono.

“Just a moment!” The boy with a checkered haori moved to stand in front of you and Senjuro. “Don’t you think you’re being a bit too harsh? Please show some respect for your son!” He yelled.

“And just who the hell are you? Answer me! Or get off of my property!” Shinjuro yelled.

“I’m with… the demon slayer corps!” He announced. Something he did somehow caused Shinjuro to drop his jar of saké.

The next few moments were a blur to you. One second, he was yelling at the young slayer boy about sun breathing, the next he had him pinned to the ground, and then you were holding Senjuro after his father had hit him.

“Don’t you dare lay a hand on him you monster!” You rushed to put some distance between Senjuro and the altercation in front of you. “Why are you acting so hostile like this in the first place? Insulting your own child who lost his life… in front of his fiancé no less! And striking your son; what’s the matter with you?!”

“Are you alright?” You examined Senjuro’s face. He nodded, but still held the injury. “I’ll get you some ointment after he calms down, okay?” Senjuro nodded and you held him close to him, before turning back to see the boy lunging at Shinjuro.

“Young slayer, be careful!” You yelled. “He’s a former hashira!” Senjuro shouted as the boy was punched in the face by Shinjuro. “Please father! Have mercy!” You stepped away from Senjuro to rush towards the boy.

Your eyes widened as you saw the boy knock out a former hashira… with a head butt? You put your shock aside and caught both of them.

“Senjuro, please take this boy inside. I’ll deal with your father.” The young boy eagerly came to assist you as you painstakingly took the older man inside.

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Now you three found yourself in the main living area of the house as you applied some ointment to Senjuro’s injury and examined the other slayer boy’s injuries.

“I feel like I’ve made a grave mistake.” The boy said with a bowed head after you applied a simple healing balm to his forehead. You left to your room soon after, but you kept your door open to keep an ear out for Senjuro.

“Please sir, have some tea.”

“Thank you very much. I hope you can forgive me… for head butting your father and all. He’s okay right?” The boy asked.

“Oh yeah, he’ll be fine. (M/n)’s an amazing doctor, so it’s not like he’d be down for too long. And besides, he’s back to getting saké already.” Senjuro explained.

“What a relief.” The slayer huffed.

“You have my thanks.” Senjuro said, seemingly to the other boy’s surprise. “For standing up to him. I was too scared to. Even when he badmouthed my brother like that. I’m sure (M/n) is grateful too.” You watched through the back door as Shinjuro wobbled off to purchase more saké. “Tell me. What were my brothers last moments like.” You suddenly remembered why that boy was here in the first place. As that all too familiar pain began to emerge in your chest, you shut the door. You didn’t need anymore grief. Your heart has had enough as it is.

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A knock to your door awoke you from the nap you hadn’t even noticed you took. “Come in.” You groggily called and watched as Senjuro slowly walked in. “Our visitor has left.” He said. You nodded before Senjuro ran over and collapsed in your arms. You raked your fingers through his hair as he loudly sobbed into your shoulder. “It’ll be alright. We’ll get through this.” You cupped his face and looked into his teary eyes. “For Kyojuro, okay?” You held out your pinky to him. He nodded before interlocking your fingers.

“It was difficult getting him to accept Kyojuro’s sword guard. He swore he couldn’t accept it.” Senjuro lightly chuckled recounting his encounter with the young slayer boy you now knew as Tanjiro. “He said that you should’ve kept it.” He smiled. “I couldn’t keep that thing even if I wanted to. I’d get too sad.” You said, running your fingers through Senjuro’s hair.

“‘Don’t let me limit your heart’,” Senjuro said out of the blue. “‘Please allow someone else to give you the love i wish i could’ve, because you deserve the world and more. I hope you find a man who will treat you like the prince you are in my place.’” “What are you on about?” You turned to face him. “Those were Kyojuro’s last words to you. Tanjiro said he had the most to say about you. Apparently he wouldn’t shut up about how excited he was to marry his boyfriend when he returned from his mission.” You felt Senjuro’s tears falling in your lap before you even noticed the ones dripping down your cheeks.

You two cried a lot that night…

And the next…

And while you could’ve sworn you were hearing things, you knew Shinjuro was crying too.

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“You shouldn’t push yourself ya know? That’s not very flashy of you.” The sound hashira called to you as you continued to train.

You had chosen to become Tengen Uzui’s tsugoku as a means of defending yourself after Kyojuro’s death. It would be hard for anyone to train like this, but now imagine you’ve gone your whole life without as much as touching a sword, to now pushing yourself to train every day with one until your heart felt like it was on the brink of giving out.

“If you expect me to be ready for battle within the current century, you’ll let me continue.” You said, not even sparing a glance towards the older man behind you.

He scoffed before walking towards you and gripping your sword. “That’s enough (M/n).” He sternly instructed. “We’ll pick this up tomorrow.”

You let go off your sword and stormed off, leaving the taller to slowly trail behind as he fiddled with your blade.

“You can be quite the brat ya know?” He commented as you made your way back towards the Rengoku residence.

“And you can be quite the headache.” You pulled off your geta and made your way towards the kitchen, not before greeting Senjuro with a hug and kiss to his forehead. Afterwards, starting on dinner for you all, as well as your unwanted flashy guest.

“I don’t know why you insist on staying here. You have a home with three wives to return to.” You snidely commented as you poured stew into Senjuro’s plate.

“Well, my home doesn’t have my cute tsugoku at it now does it?” Tengen smirked at your irritated expression.

You inhaled deeply before launching his plate at him; however, he caught it rather easily and began to dig in as if nothing happened. Curse him for being a skilled hashira. “And besides, you know they’re not there.”

You took your place next to Senjuro and angrily began to eat. Stuffing your face full of stew and barely even giving yourself time to chew.

“Thank you for the meal (M/n)!” Senjuro hugged you before running off to his room, realizing the tense atmosphere he found himself in the middle of.

“If you want a real answer, I worried about you (M/n).” Tengen stated as he placed his bowl down. “You never wanted to even touch a sword, but now you push yourself to train with one every day. It’s not healthy.”

“Who cares how I was in the past. So what if I want to wield a sword now? You should only concern yourself with training me.” You glared at him.

“You won’t defeat the demon that killed Kyojuro.” He deadpanned. “You’re far too weak… and if you plan on pushing yourself like this, you’ll be dead before you even have the chance to try.”

You tighten your hands into fists and inhaled deeply, attempting to keep yourself from crying.

Tengen shifted to be seated beside you and laid your head on his shoulder. “It’s okay to cry ya know? Just let it all out.” You sobbed into his shoulder as he rubbed your back.

“Once we get back from this mission… please listen to me. I promise I’ll help you get stronger, without you pushing your body so hard.” You nodded against his body and he smiled gently down at you. He cupped your face so that know you were facing his.

“Go get some rest.” He pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Meet me at the Butterfly Estate tomorrow morning. I’ll be there to find a girl to help on this mission.” You nodded. He smiled and placed a kiss to your forehead before standing up. “See you later (M/n).”

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“You’re an idiot you know that?” You cried as you held the only hand Tengen had left.

While you expected to engage in battle during this mission to gather information on the sound hashira’s wives, you never expected to encounter an upper moon, much less two of them. Now you sat in the aftermath of the battle: bloodied and bruised; but your injuries were nothing compared to Tengen’s. His forearm had been cut off and he was poisoned. He didn’t have much time left.

“Hey calm down.” He cupped your face gently. “Nice to see that pretty face of yours wasn’t damaged.”

“Shut up! Focus on yourself!” You yelled at him as you struggled to apply pressure to his severed arm.

“Appreciate the effort sweetheart, but it’s not this injury that’s gonna kill me.” You realized that the poison was still ravaging his body.

“Shit! I forgot my medicines back home. If only I would’ve brought them none of this would’ve-!” A small tap to your shoulder averted your attention from the sound hashira to the young kamado girl that now sat beside you.

She gently pressed her hand against Uzui before… SETTING HIM ON FIRE?! You and all of Tengen’s wives screamed in horror as you watched the older man being engulfed in pink flames. Makio, Hinatsuru, and Suma bickered amongst themselves as they yelled at Nezuko, but you focused on how Tengen’s once purple skin now began to clear.

You sat amazed as you watched Uzui heal from what was once a deadly venom.

Tengen slowly turned to you and smiled. “I guess I’m so flashy, even death can’t beat me.”

You wept as you tackled the larger man into your embrace, the others watching with endearment as the sound hashira held you. “Don’t scare me like that you asshole.” Uzui simply laughed as he wiped your tears.

“What do ya say we get out of here?” He announced to his wives as they, alongside you, helped him get up and walk away.

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You very carefully worked on reapplying the sound hashira’s bandages as he carefully held you in his lap.

“You’re really cute when you’re all focused like that.” Tengen commented once you finished wrapping him up.

“Shut up.” You walked away from him as you worked on reorganizing your ointments and medicines. Uzui chuckled to himself as he lovingly watched you work.

“Hey (M/n)?” Tengen called out which caused you to turn to face him. “Yes?” He beckoned you to come closer to him, and you obliged. Adjusting yourself to sit in his lap. “Why don’t you come and live here with us?” He offered. “What do you mean?” You looked up at him, confused as to what his true intentions were. “Will you allow me to court you and become my husband? I could use another man around the house to balance things out ya know?” He smiled gently at you.

You slowly moved off him as you attempted to put some space between you. “Is something wrong?” Tengen shot you a concerned look, looking shocked when you rejected his attempt to hold your hand. “I-I’m not- I can’t… I still…” Tengen grasped your hand. “It’s alright (M/n). I understand.” He rubbed your knuckles lovingly. “I’m sorry-“ “Don’t be.” He cut you off. “You have no reason to explain yourself.” He knew your heart still belonged to Kyojuro and he respected that. You two sat in a comfortable silence as you slowly allowed yourself to return to sit in Tengen’s lap.

“My heart still isn’t ready to move on, but I promise you, the day it is, it’ll be yours.” You looked up at him. “And I’ll be more than happy to accept it.” He brought your hand to his lips and pressed a sweet kiss to your knuckles.

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It all moved entirely too fast.

One day you were enjoying a day out on the town with Uzui and his wives, and now you watched as the demon who killed Kyojuro faded into dust.

“We did (M/n).” Tanjiro wept as he attempted to apply pressure to the wound in your stomach. “You did it.”

You smiled and coughed up blood. “You’re not injured are you?” You looked up at the scarred boy.

“No sir.” He wiped some tears from his face. “I’m glad.” You breathed deeply before realizing one of your lungs must’ve been punctured as you struggled with something as simple as that.

“You should be worried about yourself. You’re in two pieces.” Tomioka quietly stated as his sat down beside you.

“I’ll be alright.” You felt your eyelids slowly become heavier and heavier with each blink of your eyes. “Stop with this nonsense Mr. (M/n)! You’re going to die soon! Please speak with some urgency!” Tanjiro cried out. You simply chuckled and reached up to cup his face. “Why should I be sad? The killer of my lover has been killed by my efforts and now I’m presented with the opportunity to see Kyojuro again. I have no reason to be upset. In fact… I’m rather relieved. So please, don’t mourn me. Who knows how many lives I have helped to save by ridding the world of that demon. I will go on with no regrets in this world.” You explained, watching as both men before you accepted your death.

“Tanjiro, please tell Senjuro I’m sorry to give him another loss, but please assure him I will be watching over him. Me and Kyojuro both will be excited to see the great man he becomes.” Your breaths started to become much shallower. “And for Mr. Uzui, please tell him I apologize I couldn’t give him my heart, but that I will cherish all the love he still gave me in spite of my inability to do so.” Tanjiro became more panicked as he realized your heart beat was slowing down. “Please, save your breath-“ Tomioka covered his mouth, allowing you to continue. “And for you both, go out there and save the world. I’ll be cheering you on.” You shut your eyes. “Set your heart ablaze.”

And just like that, you were gone…

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You awoke in a grassy field. The sun was bright and wind was warm, feeing almost as if it was pressing kissed against your skin every time it passed by. The tall reeds swayed in the blowing wind and brushed against your legs, slightly tickling you. Everything was perfect.

“I’m proud of you!” A familiar voice boomed through the air.

You slowly turned around as you laid your eyes on the man you have longed to see ever since that faithful night…

“K-Kyojuro…?”

“It’s me (M/n).” He smiled to you and opened his arms.

Your eyes rang and your breath hitched. It couldn’t be…?

Your shock was short-lived as you rushed towards him, immediately landing in his arms and tackling him to the soft grass. His body was as warm as you remembered. His arms immediately resting at your waist, just like he used to. His scent was as vibrant as you recalled.

It was him.

He was here.

With you.

“Where are we?” You looked around you. While it was peaceful, it was not where you recalled ever visiting.

“We’re in heaven love.” Kyojuro stated as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“Ah, I guess I died during that battle against Akaza.” The former flame hashira nodded as he held you close to him.

“No matter how you got here, you did amazing!” He smiled brightly at you, causing your heart to skip a beat. “And now we’ll never be separated again!”

You smiled back at him.

Sure, nothing has gone how you would prefer it to, but life has a way of subverting expectations, yet somehow managing to give you everything you wanted.

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Note(s): I wasn’t planning on making a part 2 to the original fic, but I had a sudden urge to write a bittersweet ending and immediately got to writing. I apologize if it’s too choppy, but I didn’t want it to be crazy long and a lot of what I originally planned was really just filler lol. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and have a great day/night!

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torgerandsuzanne · 10 months

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This weekend, all the major movers and shakers in Formula 1 have descended on Silverstone for the British Grand Prix. On track, seven-time world champion Lewis Hamilton will attempt to slow Max Verstappen’s seemingly inexorable charge towards a third successive title. Off it, their respective team principals, Mercedes’ Toto Wolff and his nemesis, Red Bull’s Christian Horner, will also do battle. But arguably the most significant power move made in motorsport this week may already have taken place. Its architect was none other than Susie Wolff, wife of Toto. And just quietly, she is hoping she may have triggered a revolution.

As managing director of F1 Academy, a new all-female single-seater series, she is currently thrashing out what she believes could be a ‘game-changing deal’ with F1’s 10 teams, which she hopes will boost female participation in motorsport like nothing before.

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Leaning back in a chair in the library of the Monaco Yacht Club, Wolff lets out a snigger. ‘It’s true,’ she nods. ‘He really did once describe me as a donkey!’ We are talking about her husband, Toto Wolff. The donkey reference actually cropped up in an interview the couple gave to Ben and Georgie Ainslie’s Performance People podcast last year. In the YouTube version of the podcast, you can see Susie, by this point in hysterics, miming someone digging a hole ever-deeper. The exchange is a window into their relationship: playful, loving, with Susie giving as good as she gets. But it also says something about both of their characters. Toto is a high performer, there is no doubt about that. And Susie? Well, ‘donkey’ may be a bit harsh for a woman who once gave Hamilton a run for his money in karting. But she knows what her husband meant. ‘Don’t underestimate the donkey,’ she says, grinning. ‘It gets there in the end. I do have a lot of tenacity.’ She is going to need it in her latest role.

There have been various attempts down the years to drive female participation in motorsport and achieve the ultimate breakthrough: returning a woman to the F1 grid. Wolff believes F1 Academy is different. For starters, it is the first all-female series launched and owned by Formula 1 itself. That means it is in F1’s interests for it to succeed. So whereas W Series, for instance, was given an enviable platform by the sport the fate of F1 Academy is far more intertwined with the brand. Not only will it compete on the F1 circuit from next season, but the two series will collaborate far more closely. Wolff cannot speak just yet about what that might look like, as the finer details are still being ironed out. Suffice to say there are some very exciting plans in the offing that she hopes to announce soon. ‘I think there are some forward-thinking team principals in Formula 1,’ she says. ‘I certainly feel a real commitment from within the paddock to help change things now.’ ‘When I met them all after my announcement in Bahrain, I said to all of them, “Please don’t think of this as a ‘woman’s thing’ being run by a woman. This is for the greater good of this sport. I hope it will add value to Formula 1 long-term. And we need to be on this journey together.” So far, the response has been very positive, I have to say.’ Wolff smiles. ‘But F1 Academy cannot just be about 15 young women racing. And we cannot have the sole purpose of trying to find the next female F1 driver. We have to stand for something much more. It’s about creating opportunity. How are we making motorsport accessible to girls? That’s why I’m spending a lot of my time in the world of karting right now, trying to understand, OK, who’s out there racing? At what level? What is stopping girls from racing? I think that’s where we’ve got to be really proactive. Because that talent pool is what we need to grow.’

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Wolff is uniquely well-placed to do so. Born in Oban she had a typically outdoorsy upbringing. Both she and older brother David, were put on skis and bikes as toddlers. Her parents, owned a motorcycle dealership and her father raced bikes competitively, so racing was ‘in the blood’. But, Wolff says, she was ‘never a typical tomboy’. ‘I had my Barbie. I had my dolls. I liked that stuff. But I also loved going fast.’ Eventually the family got a second-hand kart and that was it, although Wolff insists it was just ‘for fun’ until she was taken to a Formula 3 race at Donington Park one year and watched Jenson Button win. ‘That’s when I was like: “This is what I want.” After that I started racing in the European and world championships.’ It was at that point, too, that Wolff began to experience sexism for the first time. She had always been ‘the only girl’ in karting races. Or at least one of very few. But as her participation became more serious, so too did the feeling of being not just different but unwanted. ‘Funnily enough, half of my battle was with the parents of my competitors,’ she recalls. ‘For them, it was not wanting their sons to get beaten by a girl.’

Sometimes her own teams, supposedly on her side, were just as culpable. When she reached DTM, the German touring car championship, Wolff was famously made to drive a pink car. ‘I hated it,’ she says. ‘It was such a cliché. No one wanted to be overtaken by that car.’ Wolff recalls one particularly awkward episode when three-time F1 world champion Niki Lauda came to watch his son Mathias. ‘Mathias and I were teammates and it was a real thrill that Niki was coming to watch,’ she says, wincing. ‘So anyway, he walks into the garage, and all the drivers were in there, and without even saying hi to Mathias or anything, he took one look at me and said to Mathias: “Whatever you do, beat her.” Even Mathias was embarrassed.’ ‘Years later, when we obviously became friends at Mercedes I brought it up and Niki was like, “Yeah, I know. But I knew it wouldn’t have been helpful to Mathias if he got beaten by you.” I said, “But Niki, I was an impressionable young driver.” Obviously he was of a certain generation. But I think that still exists. That stigma. Not wanting to be beaten by a girl. The preconception that women are bad drivers. We have to change that.’

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In other times during Wolff’s career it has been double standards that infuriated her. Male drivers could advertise products or cash in on their celebrity. But when Wolff did the same she would be accused of ‘using her body’ to further her career. This is someone who had, and still has, a genuine interest in fashion. ‘It was frustrating,’ she admits. ‘I turned down loads of things. I remember being questioned about one shoot, with Vogue Japan. “What? You’re going to turn down Vogue? No! It’s one of the top titles…”’ ‘Ultimately, I think it’s about finding a balance and doing what you’re comfortable with. I had one golden rule. I would never date another driver. I wanted to look after my reputation and just be someone that was seen as credible. But I think this idea that you just put your helmet on and race and nothing else matters… that’s not the case. Take Lewis. What he brings to the table is his outstanding talent on track. But also, all of the stuff he represents off-track. So if anything, I look back and say, I should have gone even harder.’

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Does she believe she was held back? Wolff shakes her head. ‘I think I fulfilled my potential. If I look back now, with more perspective, I wasn’t one of the most talented. I had a lot of tenacity and a lot of determination. A lot of thick skin. So I look back with no bitterness whatsoever. There were a lot of tough moments, I won’t lie. But I also met Toto, which led me to where I am now.’ They met in 2009 when Wolff was competing in DTM. Toto, 11 years her senior and with two young children from a previous marriage, was the co-owner of HWA AG, which ran the DTM race programme for Mercedes. He proposed one year later on a boat in Venice (well, on a boat back to the airport after his original plan to propose at a romantic restaurant was scuppered when a couple they knew sat down at the next table) and they were married in Capri in 2011. Inevitably their relationship, her subsequent role at Williams, and rise through senior management positions at Venturi Racing, a Monaco-based Formula E team, to F1 Academy, have led to allegations of nepotism.

‘I am completely fine with that because in the end, I know the truth,’ Wolff says. ‘I got the drive with Williams after I met Frank at a DTM event at Brands Hatch and told him I’d done a school project on Williams as a 12-year-old girl and it was always my dream to drive an F1 car. At the end of the conversation he said, “I’ll give you 25 laps at Silverstone.” It kind of snowballed from there. How much of that was Toto? It’s impossible to judge. But I feel I grabbed my chance.’ ‘Toto was never on the radio telling me how to drive a Formula 1 car. He wasn’t holding my hand telling me how to run a Formula E team. I did all of that on my own two feet. I know I’ve got what it takes to be successful, I don’t need Toto to open doors for me.’ She pauses. ‘I think in some instances, it can be very helpful having the Wolff surname, in others very unhelpful. But I wouldn’t change it for a second.’

Marrying up their schedules can’t be easy. The couple’s main home is in Monaco, but when we meet, Toto is back at the factory in Brackley, having just returned from the Canadian Grand Prix. He will fly out to take over parental duties from Susie when she heads to Zandvoort at the end of the week. ‘I don’t think we’re dissimilar to many couples who have busy jobs,’ Wolff says. ‘I have Toto’s schedule on my phone so I always know which country he is in, or at least when he’s coming home. And we just have to prioritise. If that means Jack and I jumping on a plane to wherever he is to make it work, we make it work.’ Wolff admits it is her who generally compromises. ‘Someone has to,’ she shrugs. ‘And right now it’s me, for sure. I’m based here. And Toto is in and out. It’s a big advantage that I understand the industry so well; why he has to be away, why he has to stay longer at the factory. All of that means I’m not giving him a headache at home when he does return. I get it.’

Have Mercedes’ recent struggles on track made things more stressful? ‘Actually I’d say he is in a better place than he was a few years ago,’ Wolff replies. ‘I think he had a moment in lockdown where he didn’t know whether he wanted to stay in the sport. But now he has really got the bit between his teeth again. Sometimes I’m in a room when he’s on a very difficult call and I’m starting to feel, “F--k, this is some serious pressure!” But he can just pile it on. It’s definitely one of his strengths.’ In 2021 the couple moved to Monaco from Switzerland, although they also keep a place in Oxford from which Toto can commute to the factory. ‘Believe me, I never imagined I would be living here,’ Wolff says, laughing. ‘Obviously I started coming out a lot when I joined Venturi. I’d leave cold, grey England and land here in blue skies. I just started thinking, it’s not so bad out here… It works for us now.’ As you would expect, Jack attends a school with the sons and daughters of other international jetsetters. ‘His best friend is Augusto Farfus’ son. Naila Rosberg is a year older, her sister is a year younger,’ Wolff says. But really, she insists, they do not have a lavish lifestyle. ‘My son spends every school holiday back in Scotland because I want him to have that balance. You know, this is a bubble. It’s not quite reality. So he goes camping with my parents.’ As for the Monte Carlo nightlife, Wolff says, ‘We keep ourselves to ourselves. The buzzing social life is just not my thing at all. You find your tribe but we spend so much time away, I’d much rather stay in during the evening than go out somewhere.’

Susie's interview with The Telegraph where she talks about F1 Academy, sexism and double standards she experienced as a female racing driver and her relationship with Toto.

#susie wolff #toto wolff #f1 #interview #f1 academy

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birthday | t. zegras

trevor zegras x hughes reader

timeline might be a little wonky but oh well this took way too long 🫡

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ynhughes: happy birthday to my favorite swiftie( and duck but don’t tell jamie) I love you so much and tonight we get fucken lit!( respectfully since you have a game tomorrow)🤭 but thank you for being my best friend and lover for so many years and I wouldn’t change it for the world and I don’t regret hitting you with my hockey stick when we met!❤️

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trevorzegras: babe we were like 2 when you hit me with the stick😭

ynhughes: yeah so?

trevorzegras: I don’t understand you sometimes

jamie.drysdale: something we share in common

ynhughes: okay but jack understands me all the time

jamie.drysdale: he only understands you because he acts the same way😭

ynhughes: he’s just real for that

jackhughes: yep!

trevorzegras: thank you, I love you so much and I’m so glad you hit me with the stick( even though it hurt)❤️

ynhughes: had to knock some sense into you as a kid sorry

_alextorcotte: happy birthday bud, we’ll party after my game!!

ynhughes: MONDAY SHOTS WOO @/jackhughes you coming??

jackhughes: sorry I have a game tomorrow or I would

ynhughes: boo you should skip it!

nicohischier: if he skips it we’re fighting

ynhughes: square up sir🫵

trevorzegras: don’t listen to her, she’s already drunk

jackhughes: I won’t be skipping but good luck z and happy birthday!!

trevorzegras: thanks man I love you!🧡

colecaufield: okay but I’ll be there soon so take the alcohol away and happy birthday z!

ynhughes: take the alcohol away and someone looses a finger.

jamie.drysdale: I value my fingers so not it

trevorzegras: same I need them for some things

ynhughes: I can name those things

_quinnhughes: trevor for the sake of her brothers eyes, please take her phone away.

trevorzegras: on it

lhughes_06: happy birthday trevor, we’ll celebrate together when summer comes around!

ynhughes: nuh uh stay away from the alcohol moosey, it’s not good for you🫡

lhughes_06: says the one who’s drunk.

ynhughes: I’m old enough to drink!

lhughes_06: mkay time to tell mom about all the other shit you did when you weren’t!

ynhughes: @/dylanduke25 tackle him for me and tie him up if he tries to call mom

dylanduke25: god he’s fast but I got him

ynhughes: thank you!

jamie.drysdale: also I refuse to believe he’s your favorite duck.

ynhughes: you know I had to lie to protect his feelings!

trevorzegras: hey!

ynhughes: oops sorry!

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jackhughes: happy birthday z!

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colecaufield: still wondering where my birthday post is

jackhughes: keep wondering

colecaulfield: @ynhughes he’s being mean again!

ynhughes: rowdy don’t be rude!

jackhughes: I don’t like that you guys are friends.

ynhughes: good🤭

trevorzegras: thank you bro!🥹🧡 we need to take more pictures soon!

jackhughes: summer needs to hurry

trevorzegras: for once I’ll agree with you!

jackhughes: you should agree with me all the time

trevorzegras: nah I’m good

jackhughes: okay rude!

trevorzegras: it’s not rude at all considering who your sister is and how you two act

ynhughes: don’t bring me into this!

jackhughes: ^

_quinnhughes: happy birthday trevor!! can’t wait till we play together again and I win!

ynhughes: you win?

trevorzegras: HA but thanks man! but I’ll be winning sorry (I’m not sorry)

_quinnhughes: gosh I hate you guys.

ynhughes: love you more quinner

trevorzegras: ^

elblue6: happy birthday trevor!! I hope you love the gift I sent you!❤️

trevorzegras: I did love it!! Thank you momma el🧡

ynhughes: you should’ve used unhinged photos of him😐

trevorzegras: I’m actually glad he didn’t

ynhughes: so what your saying is that you hate when I use them??

trevorzegras: stop putting words in my mouth.

_alexturcotte: unhinged photos of z are the best!

ynhughes: see alex gets it!!

trevorzegras: yeah yeah.

#trevor zegras x hughes reader #trevor zegras #quinn hughes #jack hughes #luke hughes #jamie drysdale #alex torcotte #dylan duke #ellen hughes

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ok serious thoughts on the fnaf movie this time. they're a little scattered but i did just see it so i gotta think on it some more before i give like an actually structured review. but immediate thoughts post-viewing:

i had fun with the movie! i thought it was enjoyable. was hoping for at LEAST a little more blood (i really wanted to see william fucking explode into blood for one) but i knew there wasn't gonna be much since its pg13. it wasn't scary like in the slightest except for 1 jumpscare that almost kind of got me but i wish they set up the atmosphere a little bit more.

MAJOR GRIPE. i hate that vanessa is related to william. please stop retconning the afton family scott pretty please. give that man his dead children back. i seriously seriously love the "man goes fucked up sicko mode because of his grief" trope but alas.

i think that the pacing is NOTTTT very good at all. william needed more screen time 100% and there wasn't that great of a build up to the climax. maybe its more impactful to people who didn't already know that steve is william, but i'd wager that they're probably like HUH WHUH??? at that reveal because its not really. set up that much. and yes im biased because i fucking love william ok.

i think matthew lillard did a great job, BUT... we barely got to see him at all! and, especially with the "i always come back line..." i cringed a little bit man. like what are you coming back from? you haven't died yet man. there's nothing to come back from yet tf are you yappin about. it felt like it was really shoved in there honestly. we DESPERATELY needed to see more of him! in fact, most of the characters needed more set up! like ok... mike lost his brother? why should i care. mike is gonna lose his sister? why should i care tho?? these kids died but they dont really seem like they care too much about being dead either so whats the big deal.

AND WHY DIDN'T THE KIDS HAVE BEEF WITH WILLIAM/THE YELLOW RABBIT. THEY CLEARLY WERE SHOWN TO KNOW HE KILLED THEM, BUT THEY DON'T TURN ON HIM UNTIL ABBY PUTS UP HER SHITTY LIL DRAWING? FOR REAL????? WHY? + THEY DONT EVEN GET NAMED AT ALL. THE MOVIE CARES SO LITTLE ABOUT THE KIDS AND YET THEY DONT EVEN ALLOCATE THAT TIME TO AFTON EITHER. THEY FUMBLED BOTH SIDES!

also a lot of stuff just kind of isn't resolved? like the mike vs his aunt thing. is his aunt dead or...? + what was the fucking freddy saw trap thing that doesn't get explained at all. did the police not see that or does william just lug that thing in and out of the building constantly. what's it even for.

im also curious about some things. whats up with that kid who had a midnight motorist shirt. whats up with the other random springlock animatronic that is never named nor do we get a full look at. Where's Henry. are we just straight up ditching henry this time around?

i came into this knowing it wouldn't be lore accurate nor gory because of the rating but ugh. Ughhhh. can we please settle on one fnaf timeline to be canon its been almost 10 years we don't needa be playing like this anymore bro. i want to see the afton family for REAL show me cc getting his fuckin head chomped off or elizabeth getting snatched. give us literally any of the original missing children give us cassidy or something. like even in the silver eyes at least we got henry ffs! it just makes me a little sad knowing that one of the rejected scripts WAS accurate to the game lore.

shout out to my homie @yellowbutterbear for seeing the movie with me and discussing this stuff with me 🔥

6/10 not enough william afton moaning and whimpering AMEN!!!

#fnaf movie #fnaf movie spoilers #i dont have a text post tag on this blog. ermmmmm #toxi.txt #good enough

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LOVE NEVER WANTED ME, BUT I TOOK IT ANYWAY I

older brothers x gn!mc in a toxic relationship tw/cw: toxic relationships, gaslighting (Lucifer), controlling behavior (Lucifer), objectification (Mammon), murder (Leviathan), possessiveness (Leviathan). please let me know if anything is missing.

LUCIFER

The worst part about dating the embodiment of pride isn't his arrogance or stubbornness or even the total absence of apologies and acknowledgement of his mistakes.

It's actually how the people closest to him gradually have their pride chipped away, even if he isn't consciously trying to (although he often is trying).

He knows better, and in the morning, if you stop to look at the grey pants instead of the black ones that he laid out for you to wear, he takes it as a personal slight against him. Forget about trying to explain that you were only looking and it truly had nothing to do with him because that will only upset him further. Of course it has to do with him, because he's Lucifer.

At some point, he pigeonholed your freewill by weaseling and gaslighting his way into becoming your primary decision maker.

If you even make a move to order food for yourself or answer a question (no matter if it's directed towards you), then you must not trust him. You're doubting his knowledge and capability as a perfect partner. Even worse, he knows ("knows") that his own response would be better than yours could ever be.

It's bad enough that he can't do all of your schoolwork and feed you himself and think for you. It crawls under his skin to know that you are doing anything less than his best.

Worst of all, when he's stripped you of your pride, identity, and independence, he's disgusted with the product. After all, he fell in love with the curious and admirably imperfect human that you used to be and now you're just a hollowed out shell of what he once committed himself to – not only in a relationship but with a pact. His pact holder could never be so pathetic and reliant.

If you want to feel sympathetic for him, know that this is why Lucifer is always alone. Diavolo will never get close enough to be his true friend and his brothers will never see him as more than a distant but constant threat in the skin of their oldest sibling. His pride is the only thing keeping him standing but he will always and forever stand alone because no one can bear to be near him for too long.

MAMMON

He starts out so thoughtful and appreciative. "Such a doting partner," everyone complimented.

The thing about being Mammon's is that eventually he'll come to the conclusion that you're his. Meaning that he no long has to fight his brothers and the other exchange students for your time and affection. When he comes home, you're already there waiting for him with open arms and a soft smile.

Obviously, Mammon isn't done finding treasure to hoard and he never will be, so he'll start becoming absent due to his sticky fingers that itch to grow the pile of gold and jewels that he's mentally added you to. The real consequence of this being that his lovely grimm doesn't just up and walk away so why would you?

After a while, you start to feel like just another ornament hanging on his wall or another coin jingling in his pocket that he loves to pull out to admire and show off but eventually puts it back in its rightful place in his pocket.

With him being absent so often, you're bound to find new ways to spend your time. Maybe studying with Satan, learning a new responsibility for the Student Council from Lucifer, going to a spa with Asmo, playing a new game with Levi, taking a nap on Beel's back with Belphie to provide more resistance.

No matter how you spend your time, if you aren't waiting where he left you when he gets back, he'll be deeply troubled. He's stolen enough priceless treasures and artifacts to know how protective you need to be to make sure your own are safe. His mind immediately equates you to his literal prizes, and while it's cute at first when he calls you his "gold" and "treasure," it becomes a lot more disheartening when he starts treating you exactly like that.

The sad aspect is that he truly has a struggle differentiating between love and his greed. His emotional intelligence is incredible... until it comes to himself.

LEVIATHAN

The avatar of envy himself is not accommodating in any sense of the word. As silly as his jealousy comes off while you're still friends, when he finally gets to officially date you, it becomes nothing less than all-consuming.

Even standing to grab a glass of water from the kitchen makes him envious. Is his Ruri-chan brand water with quotes from the original version of the anime on the inside of the cap not good enough?

It's even worse when you don't adamantly and immediately shut down anyone who requests your attention. If your time is spent with anyone else, even if it isn't your choice, it means spending at least 12 hours exclusively in his company comforting his nearly nonexistent ego. It's difficult to hold a grudge against him when he seems so lost without you too.

Before you, all he had were his fictional worlds that gave every inch of his mind to in order to avoid the voice in the back of his head that shouted insults and insisted he was nothing more than a waste of space. But the voice that you really need to worry about is the one that none of his brothers would dare to mention.

In the empty void of his chest – the same place where a human soul resides – is a presence that tempts Levi, telling him that everyone else are the unworthy ones. Everything that they have should be his. Your mind should be only his and anyone else who dares to even consider that they're deserving must be taught a lesson.

Even though you're never told of this second voice, you find out what envy really means eventually and it is a horrifying realization. It's when you find yourself perusing an old dusty tome that was hidden away in the House of Lamentation's library that you discover a detailed account of the beginning of Levi's career as the Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy.

It was brutally detailed. Your mouth runs dry at the descriptions of not only what he did, but what he ordered his soldiers to do. The conquering of new lands, smaller kingdoms, and... people. Then, there's photos... You can't stop flipping through the pages and with each flip, there's more and worse and –

Your DDD is vibrating in your pocket, jerking you from the compulsion to reveal more, because you were only halfway through this ridiculously sized book. Shakily, you check the notification, only to find the demon you were just reading about asking where you were and who you were with.

notes: first time posting my own work so please let me know how terrible it is, i'm prepared (lh). anyway it's been stuck in my head for a while how easily dating these characters could turn out to be an ex boyfriend horror story. i'm almost finished with the younger brothers and i think i'd like to do the side characters (plus maybe the new undateables) too. thanks for reading!

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devilherself666 · 1 year

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CHAPTER 10! (TODOBAKUDEKU! X READER! MAFIA AU!)

~present~

My alarm goes off and I groan. This has been the worst four months ever. There is no way that is all he was hiding, I don’t believe it. I looked around and I still wasn’t home and it made me homesick. That and the two boys that wanted to make a move on me are dating Bakugo and each other. It hurts my head to just think about it.

I walk into the bathroom, brush my teeth and my hair. I walk down stairs in a long T-shirt I found. I walked into the nurse's office and sighed as I looked at him. “Pull through please, you are all I have.” I sighed as I held his hand. As I walked out I heard talking like there was a meeting that I wasn’t invited to. I stayed behind the wall, just close enough I could hear them. “I don’t trust that she doesn’t know.” A man in black said, his hair was long and black. He had a scar on his face under his eye as he looked tired of their bullshit, but I see why I wasn’t invited. It is about me. I sighed as I listened more. “I don’t know sir, she seemed just as dumbfounded as we were.” Todo spoke. Is this their boss or something? “I know she doesn’t know, because if she did she would have lost her shit already.” Deku spoke and I nodded to myself in agreement. The man in black huffed.

“You three can trust her all you please, but something doesn’t feel right to me.” He huffed and he glared at the boys. “Don’t let your feelings trust her, because you like her. That is how it went last time and you almost got caught.” He huffed and my mouth widened and then my brain spun. They have tried to date a girl in their twisted ways? So they are players that have no idea how to play the game? I smirk. Good thing I do.

I walked back upstairs and changed into my black dress that was strapless and had a slit in the middle in the front and back as I put on so black ankle wrapping heels that were silver with real diamonds. I put on some makeup and fix my hair and check the calendar. “I’ll get them to talk.” I huffed to myself as I walked down stairs and walked into the kitchen to grab water and my purse. “Wow, where are you going?” Deku growled. My whole body shivered. Despite them trying to play me, they were hot. I am honestly glad I didn’t sleep with him that night, I ran out. I am a chicken, but worth it. “None of your business.” I huffed as I grabbed my back and walked past him, I could see he was hurt and that is what I wanted. He grabbed my waist and pulled me to him and my heart almost stopped. “Oh, no, no. Where are you going to dress like that?” He asked but in my ear. My spine was about to break if I stood any taller. I gulped but breathed and got back my voice.

“On a date. Just because you are helping me with my brother's case, doesn’t mean you own my life.” I huffed and wiggled out of his hands and he looked at me. “Wait, you don’t like me?” He asked and I looked back at him. “And if I don’t you're not gonna trust me anymore?” I asked and he blinked. “The meeting.” he sighed out and I glared at him. “That and the fact both you and Shoto tried to get with me and you are dating each other along with Bakugo. I am not one who doesn't stand for your little game. I am not a one night stand either.” I huffed as I walked out the house. I walked to my car as I pulled out my keys that were in my purse and unlocked the door and got it. I started the car and drove a ball that was being hosted by hawks and dabi. I got my face mask, the covers around my eyes and top of my nose, it had a black base with silver lining on it. I put on a recorder that looked like a bracelet. I sighed as I pulled into the ball and took off my plates and put them in the car, locking it. I saw all these people and smiled as I walked in, I looked around. I didn’t see him just yet.

I felt hands on my waist, they weren't soft but they weren't nasty. I turned and saw Dabi and smiled at me. The mask hides who I am. “Wow, you are the most beautiful one here for sure.” He smirked and I looked at him. “Thank you.” I said shyly. “Shy too? What in the world are you doing in this line of work then doll?” He asked and I looked at him. “On a mission.” I sighed out and he looked at me and dragged me to the dance floor. “Dance and tell me about this mission, maybe I can help you.” He smiled out and I looked at him and danced with him, honestly I was having so much fun, but I had to find out. “I have to find out what B/N is hiding or I will die in twenty hours, I have already sent four. Y/n hired more.” I choked out like I was scared and he looked at me. Did I blow it? “Die?” he asked and I nodded. “I don’t doubt she would kill you.” He sighed and he continued to dance with me.

He dipped me. He put his mouth on my ear and whispered. “The secret is, he isn’t her real brother she remembers, he kidnapped her and killed her real brother when she was a baby, we found out by old newspapers.” he said smoothly and pulled out a roll of paper out of his pocket. “Why do you have this on you?” I asked. “I was going to expose him tonight, but you need more dolls. Now go.” He smiled and my heart melted, he only knew me for a few minutes and he was nice. I looked at him and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.” I whispered and ran out. He smiled at me. I didn’t believe what he said though, it's impossible I don’t know my own brother right? I unlocked my car, I kept my mask on and locked it back and read the newspaper. ‘B/n murdered in his own home, while Y/n was kidnapped nowhere to be seen.’ My heart dropped. How did he know who my family was? He killed my parents, I watched him do it. He killed my sister too. How does this man know so much about me? Were those people even my parents? Was that my sister or was it his family? I shivered at the thought. I got out and put my plates back on my car. I got back in and started it and drove off.

I drove to the store and walked through the aisles. “Bingo!” I said as I picked up hair dye removal. Maybe he dyed his hair to match his? Maybe I need to find pictures of him when we were younger? Something is right.. How did I not notice?! I grabbed my hair as I am slowly starting to lose my mind. I have to find out the truth..who is the man on that hospital bed?

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Heartbreaker

Summary: The events of Alberta’s descendent through Trevor’s eyes & and the resulting aftermath of Hmoney’s coming out.

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As Trevor and Hetty walk into his room to discuss the Nigel situation, he asks, "So, what's the play here, huh? We're going to dig up dirt on Nigel?"

He knows it would be fun to find something to return fire against Nigel, especially since Nigel had been causing trouble since he moved in.

"The play is that we're going to give him exactly what he wants," Hetty states, in a tone that leaves no room for negotiation, which he would usually find hot. "You're going to give him your room."

"But I don't want to do that." Not to mention that giving into blackmail never works, but he doesn't say that. Surely, Hetty already knows that. "And who cares if he tells people?"

He certainly doesn't. It's not like they could hide it forever anyway, and it'd be nice not to have to sneak out of his and Thor's room in the middle of the night or find excuses whenever someone wonders where they've been.

Hence, why he'd been suggesting that they just casually come out or not make such a big production of sneaking off once he started finding sneaking around tedious.

"Isn't it more exciting when it's hidden?"

He shrugs. It definitely was fun at first, and it does make things more interesting around the mansion, but there were other ways to make it fun.

"I mean, sure, but we can figure something out. We can role-play." He smiles and offers a specific role-play he'd been wanting to try. "Maybe you're a mermaid and I'm the co-owner of a wholesale fruit and vegetable business."

"We're not doing Splash stop asking," Hetty says, shooting down his idea, again and walking passed him towards the door. "Now, let's just go and talk to Nigel and get this whole thing over with."

Trevor frowns. She really didn't want people to know that much? It wasn't just a game?

"Wait, I thought this was all just a bit that you did," Trevor states, stopping her from leaving and seeing the slightly confused look on her face. "That you're embarrassed of being with me." He laughs, hoping that he's wrong. "I just thought it was playful... if a little mean... banter, but it's real? You're that ashamed?"

He's hoping that he's wrong, but as soon as the question left his mouth, he could see that he wasn't. She really was embarrassed - it was real. It wasn't just a game.

"Oh, how do I put this?" Hetty questions as if she hadn't just broken his heart with the idea that he'd been sleeping with someone that not only doesn't appear to care for him but is actively embarrassed of the very idea of being with him or of people knowing she was with him. "I was a woman of extremely high status, and you got bombed at Mardi Gras with your Lehman brothers."

"Yeah, we did," he smiles at the memory. Then frowns. Wait a second.

"Also, the pants thing," Hetty states, annoying him further as she moves closer. He notes that she looks down, and he can’t help thinking that she doesn’t mind the pants thing when they’re getting busy, or she can check him out. It pisses him off, especially when she adds, "The pants thing is hard to get passed."

She knows that he struggles with not having pants, especially whenever Jay refers to him as no pants or the others refuse to listen to him because of it. It was a low blow, especially since she knew now that it was due to being nice to Pinkus and saving him embarrassment.

He scoffs, upset. "So, I'm not good enough for you?"

"Well, I mean, that's more harsh than I would have liked to have put it, but..."

He shakes his head. Of course it was harsh, but it was obvious that is what she's saying. He's not good enough for her. Well, he's worth more than being someone's embarrassing secret.

"Well, you don't have to be embarrassed anymore. Because this is over," Trevor states, plainly gesturing between them.

"What?" Hetty asks, genuinely surprised.

"No more hooking up, no more whatever this is," he states, plainly. He was not going to keep pleasing her if she couldn't even handle their friends knowing that they're together because it's too embarrassing. She could find someone else or do it herself.

Then he walks passed her towards the doorway.

"Oh, God, don't be so dramatic."

"I'm not kidding," Trevor states, as he stops in the doorway and turns back toward her. "I was fine keeping it a secret when it was just 'cause it was hot, but this... this doesn't feel right." He turns and begins walking away but stops to remind her just why he’s not wearing pants. "And the pants thing was a hero move.” Then he turns back around to leave, muttering, “Why does no one remember that?"

Turns out that Hetty Woodstone is quite the heartbreaker.

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Trevor thought it was all a game, the idea that Hetty was embarrassed to be with him or more specifically, for others to know that they're together in whatever this is. He should have realized that it wasn't a game for her when she asked him to say all those comments to Sam or when she seemed worried after what happened with Nigel, but to actually hear her say that she was embarrassed and humiliated to be with him had hurt him far more than he'd be willing to admit.

It's why he hadn't hesitated to suggest that they could just come out or let Nigel tell the world. Instead, he's feeling a lot more upset than he ever imagined. It just sucked that Hetty didn't seem to have the same level of respect for him that he had for her. He really was just a toy for her, a replacement washing machine and it hurts.

What hurts worse is that despite ending things - because there's no way in hell that he'd continue with her when she doesn't respect him - is that he still cares enough about her that when Nigel still threatened to tell everyone, he still gave up his room.

He just couldn't stand the thought of hurting her like that, even if he was insanely hurt over the thought that she probably wouldn't give a damn. Probably would expect him to do that.

Thus, he lays morosely in his new room, hating every second of it, and wishing he could go back to that blissful moment before he knew that it wasn't just a game and Nigel wasn't just an ass that can't possibly understand not having power in the house.

Why did that little British twerp have to ruin everything?

He's jerked out of his musings by Hetty. She's probably the last person he wants to see next to that twerp. What was she going to do now, rub more salt in the wound?

"Trevor, what are you doing in here?"

"Just hanging out in my new room," Trevor says, morosely. He hates this room. "This is the most time I've spent in the library since I found out Penn had Playboy on microfiche."

"Well, but..." Hetty starts, looking surprised. "You switched with Nigel?"

Obviously, this is about that twerp. God, he's starting to hate him.

Trevor shrugs as if it doesn't matter and sits up because he’s uncomfortably aware of how exposed he is when he’s laying down as he explains. "Well, he said that he was still gonna tell everyone about you and I if I didn't give up my room." He groans, still feeling stupid for even caring. "And while I don't give a crap..." he sighs. "I know you do..."

He doesn't have to explain that he did it for her because she gets it.

Hetty looks oddly touched and surprised. "But ... you broke things off." He nods because she looks like she's wondering if he's taking that back. "Why, then, still do something selfless for me?"

Apparently, she still doesn't get who he really is. The pants really are hard to get passed.

He sighs, deeply. "Because, Hetty, that's just the kind of guy I am." Unfortunately. "The kind of guy you could've had if I wasn't such an embarrassment."

He words obviously have an affect on Hetty, but he doesn't want to hear a lame or empty apology right now – as if she even would - so, he lays back down and says, "Now, please leave. My shirt's not long enough to cover my butt and I want to roll over."

The and you don't get to look at the goods anymore is implied so strongly that Hetty looks away, slightly embarrassed and leaves the room. Good.

***

"Trevor, do you have a moment?" Hetty questions, some time later.

Oh vey, why won't she leave him alone? It's like breaking up or ending this whatever has made her suddenly want to be around him.

"Actually, Hetty..."

"Please. I'd just like everyone to gather upstairs."

"Fine," he sighs.

He follows her upstairs to his old room, and notes that all of the ghosts are in the room, except the two of them. Was that a snub on her part or had she anticipated that he would be difficult to get upstairs? Deciding to assume the later for his piece of mind, he moves to the nearest side of the couch as everyone looks at Hetty since she gathered them there.

"First, I would like to thank you all for gathering. I have an announcement to make." Hetty pauses, chuckling nervously. "This news will be shocking, so if any of you need to sit, please do so now."

As Pete sits, Trevor can't help being hopeful that this is what he wants it to be. Has Hetty come around to telling everyone after all?

"Wait, are you saying what I think you're saying?" Trevor questions. At Hetty's slight nod, he asks, "Are you sure about this?"

"As sure as I'll ever be," Hetty responds, giving him a slight smile and gaining looks from some of the others in the room. He returns the smile, happy that she's willing to do this, and that it means she's, at least, gotten over her embarrassment. Well, that or she thinks he's worth it, which is a win for him.

"For the past three months, Trevor Lefkowitz and I have been engaged in amorous congress."

That was probably the most awkward to phrase it.

Worse yet, no one seems to understand what she's saying since they’re all exchanging confused looks.

"Hetty's in Congress?" Flower asks, obviously confused.

"No, we've been scrumping," Hetty states, when no one seems to get it.

"Is that a dance," Alberta whispers.

This is the funniest coming out he’s ever seen.

"Playing a game of nug-a-nug," Hetty tries. Everyone is still looking very confused, and Trevor's struggling not to laugh. "Must I be vulgar?"

He nods at her because clearly this isn't working, and she yells, "Fadoodling!"

They're still not getting it and it's no longer funny, so he goes up next to her and says, "Oh, for God's sakes, people! We've been doing it."

Everyone gasps, surprised. Trevor can't help looking at Isaac, who's initial reaction was somewhat appalled, but it took less than five seconds for him to process as the others comment.

"Oh... I can't wait to find out who their third is," Flower says, excitedly.

Trevor's not sure how to tell her that they don't have a third but is distracted by Sass.

"This is the stuff I should've known about. You're slipping, Sass," he says to himself.

Done processing, Isaac does a small little wait gesture, before he does a little clap and says, “You finally found your stable boy. Happy for you, Henrietta.”

Trevor smiles and then looks at Hetty, a little confused. Isaac knows about Hetty’s interest in stable boys? She shakes her head slightly as Nigel comes around from behind the others, obviously angry that the blackmail didn’t work.

Hetty stops him. “Enjoy the library, Nigel. There’s a chessboard down there. You may want to study it.” He goes to leave, but she puts her hand on his shoulder. “Because I just checkmated you.”

“Yes, I understood. Thank you.”

“Good,” Hetty grins, then she looks at Trevor, obviously wondering if he’s proud of her, as she nudges him.

He gives her a smile. It didn’t erase this afternoon, but it did help quite a bit, so he smiles back at her. Before he could suggest going somewhere to talk, Sass interrupts.

“Okay, we got to hear how this happened.”

Given what happened that afternoon, it was only fitting that he gets to tell the story. So, ignoring Hetty as she rolls her eyes, he says, “Well, it all started on a very horny Hanukkah…”

“Oh, God…”

***

There were so many questions – particularly from Sass. He wanted to know how they managed to keep it a secret and kept running through moments with them when it should’ve been obvious.

Isaac, on the other hand, finally interrupts Sass’ interrogation to ask, “What was that with Nigel?”

Trevor shares a look with Hetty, who explains, “He caught us last week and decided to try his hand at blackmail.”

“Blackmail?” Isaac asks, as Sass says, “NIGEL knew before me? Damnit, I’m really slipping.”

“Hetty wanted to keep it a secret,” Trevor offers, leaving out why she wanted to keep it a secret – it still hurts to think about. “So, Nigel asked to switch rooms, which I did, to keep quiet after he almost outed us to Sass –”

“Damnit! Why did I believe you about the chocolate drawer?” Sass asks, clearly still annoyed. “I should’ve stayed around and asked questions.”

“–and I decided that I didn’t care if everyone knew, thus the announcement.”

“But you did care enough to have Trevor cave?” Isaac questions. At Hetty’s slight nod, “Why? You could’ve just told me – it’s not like I didn’t already know, and I doubt that you were that concerned about anyone else’s reaction. No offense.”

“Offense taken, man,” Sass retorts.

Not that Trevor’s paying attention. He’s too confused by Isaac’s statement, and a look to Hetty says she is, too.

“Uh, Isaac, you seemed pretty surprised, so what do you mean – you already knew?” Trevor asks.

Isaac chuckles. “Hetty’s not exactly quiet.”

“But we were in the basement –” Trevor starts, thinking of how loud Hetty can get.

“Not what I meant,” Isaac says, putting his hand up to stop Trevor from continuing. “I meant, leaving and coming back in the middle of the night. I’m a light sleeper, you think I didn’t notice?”

“I was sneaky! You should not have noticed,” Hetty says, obviously upset that Isaac had a figured it out because he’s probably the only one she was actually worried about.

Isaac just gives her a look. “Obviously not because by the time you had him help get Freddie fired the second time, I was convinced.”

That was two weeks into their relationship.

“Wait a second, but you looked very – extremely surprised,” Trevor states, and disgusted but he leaves that part out.

“Well, it’s just – I had my suspicions and it’s one thing to suspect and then have it confirmed with amorous congress, but then you said, ‘doing it’ and the image popped in my mind, and I needed a second to clear it.”

Trevor still feels confused by Isaac’s reaction, which Isaac picks up on.

“It’s like – you know you were trying to get your parents to have sex when they were here–”

Oh no. He did not like where this was going.

“– but it’s quite different to hope for or suspect than it is to hear for certain that they had sex and that most of the ghosts watched…”

“Including Hetty,” Sass adds, helpfully. He gasps. “Oh my god, you two were together when you decided to –”

“We don’t talk about it, okay?” Trevor says, cutting across Sass because he doesn’t want to be reminded of that event. He hadn’t been able to look at Hetty like that for two days afterward.

“I wanted to talk about it –”

“There’s not a lot of hard nos for me, but that is one of them, I didn’t need to know, and I don’t want to know.”

Sass is laughing at them. “That is so weird.”

“Anyway, I get it now, Isaac.”

“I just don’t want the image in my head, that’s all,” Isaac states. “However, I am happy for you both, but it appears that I need to talk to Nigel because the very idea that he tried to blackmail you both and that you decided to come out just to stop him –”

Trevor frowns. Was that what this was? Had she only done it because she wanted to win? Was it not about him or his feelings at all?

“It wasn’t just that,” Hetty states with a glance at Trevor. He’s not looking at her, so she grabs his hand to get his attention. “It was time. It was fun sneaking around, but we were always going to come out eventually.”

***

The conversation continued for a little while longer before they could get some time alone, but rather than go to the basement, they head out to the grounds for a walk. They had some things to discuss that shouldn’t be distracted by sex, and they both know if they went to their room in the basement that they would be easily distracted.

Hetty is the first to speak once they’re a distance away from the mansion.

“I’m sorry that I was embarrassed by being with you,” she says, as she grabs his hand and gives it a squeeze. “I should not have been. In many ways, I still have some of that –”

“Snobbiness?”

“Yes. I do and I shouldn’t.”

“I shouldn’t have been surprised. You did call us peasants on Halloween, and you haven’t really changed that much in that regard since Sam arrived,” Trevor states. “Unlike in other regards.”

He’s obviously talking about how much she’s changed since her dalliance with the washing machine and them getting together. She seems to be open to exploring things with him sexually, but not changing things otherwise. It just hurt that he was only good enough for sex to her. Just that toy that she’d always been teasing him about.

Replacement washing machine.

Despite coming out to the other ghosts, he can’t help wondering she does still feel that way. Especially with the hint that she may have just been trying to top Nigel.

“Yes, well. Honestly, I do believe that it is something that I need to work on. Especially because you deserve so much more than that and the way I treated you today and I’m sorry.”

He can tell that she means it. She does truly feel bad about the events of the day. They turn and head towards the gazebo, still holding hands.

“You really mean that?” Trevor questions. “It wasn’t just because you were trying to checkmate Nigel?”

“It wasn’t about Nigel. That was just a bonus,” Hetty states. “The truth is, after Elias’ vacation from Hell, I couldn’t help relating the two of you – in fact, despite learning about the hero move as you say, I’ve probably associated the two of you since you died. Which is and has never been fair to you.”

Whether he wants to admit it or not, after meeting the man, he could see exactly why she would associate the two of them in her mind. Even if he’s far different than Elias, there’s enough surface level similarities that he could understand.

“Although you’re far better than he is – and I hope he rots in hell forever –”

“So much for forgiveness,” Trevor laughs. “Although he doesn’t deserve it and he never deserved you.”

“Thank you.” Hetty smiles, slightly. “Anyway, I – all this time, I knew you were different than your outward behavior would suggest, but I – I was just afraid to let things be more than they were – just benefits, as you would say.”

“And you wouldn’t want to risk telling everyone and being made a fool?”

“Yeah – yes. Exactly, and despite your efforts for pillow talk and coming out, and the fact that it is quite clear that you respect me and my choices in this – whatever it is – I couldn’t shake that fear.”

“But you said that you were embarrassed by me.”

“And I was – I was embarrassed that I had feelings for someone who I didn’t think was capable of having feelings.”

“What?” Trevor asks, aghast as they reach the gazebo. “You don’t think I have feelings for you?”

“You – you,” Hetty sighs. “You’re always telling party stories about one-night stands and no attachment sex and here I was, and given how things started – I just assumed that I was a floozy to you, just like it was with Elias, and I – is this making any sense?”

Sadly, it was. It made a lot of sense. Except that she apparently had forgotten the chat during their fight about TV time and backrubs. Which seems like forever ago now.

“Yes, it does make sense,” Trevor says, as they sit. “But most of my stories are from college or just after college. I thought the world was my oyster and your thirties were for finding the one and settling down. Of course, I had a string of one-night stands, I wasn’t looking for something serious. I thought I had plenty of time, but I’ve always been clear with my partners what I was and wasn’t looking for.”

It still hurts for him to realize that he’d only just started to settle down and look for someone to spend his life with only for him to die. Why had he been so stupid?

“I thought – given our talk when we were fighting over TV time and backrubs that you knew that I wanted something serious if I could get it,” Trevor states, confused. Sure, things had started fling-like, but he thought she knew…

“So, you meant what you said then, about what you wanted to be like? You actually wanted a commitment?”

“I did – I do,” Trevor states. “I mean, it might’ve taken you time to actually talk to me, but I don’t think you can deny that we’ve been rather committed here.”

Hetty chuckles and shakes her head. “No, I definitely cannot. Although to be fair, we don’t have many options.”

Trevor laughs. “We don’t have to hook up either. I’ve been perfectly fine for twenty years and you’ve been just fine since before you died since I doubt Elias cared about your pleasure at all.”

“He put me off the idea of it for a very long time,” Hetty states. “Either way. That’s where the problem lay. If everyone were to think the same as I – that I was just another easy lay for you it would be embarrassing,” Hetty states. She clears her throat before he can respond, and adds, “However. You did something that I did not expect by saving me my embarrassment despite getting nothing out of it. It showed me what I’ve already seen but couldn’t quite connect – if you know what I mean.”

“I do.”

“Thus, I realized that it was time and I know that it hurt you – and this conversation has probably hurt you, but I would like to … make things official,” Hetty states, clearly nervous, all of a sudden.

Trevor laughs, “Don’t you think you’re supposed to ask before you announced to everyone that we’re together?”

Hetty laughs. “How else was I supposed to prove that I was not embarrassed by you anymore? I had to do that first, I did not believe that you would have listened to me otherwise.”

“I wouldn’t have,” Trevor confirms. “And I would like to be official, if you promise not to be my little heartbreaker anymore.”

“I think I can manage that,” Hetty confirms.

“Good,” he said before kissing her passionately.

So passionately that he forgets that they’re not in their room hiding from the world anymore, and only remembers when he hears: “What the damn hell?”

He and Hetty break apart to see Sam standing on the edge of the gazebo. She looks quite freaked out. He and Hetty glance at each other. “Guess we missed someone?”

“Yes,” Hetty states. “Uh, Samantha…”

“Hetty and I are officially dating,” Trevor states, plainly. He wouldn’t be telling the Hanukkah story to Sam. “It’s a long story, but –”

“We’ve been together for three months,” Hetty states. “We’ve just been keeping it a secret.”

Sam stands there stunned for several seconds before saying, “Good for you,” and walking away.

Trevor looks at Hetty as she smiles at him, “Yeah, good for us.”

“Hell yeah, it is.” He gives her a kiss, before saying, “Now, let's go celebrate.”

“Yes, let’s.”

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Quiet Game

"Just like old times Boy Wonder! Except now we have a younger one"

Bastard

He managed to trap Red Hood and Robin in a warehouse (go fucking figure).

"Hmm what should we play? Oh, how about the Quiet Game first! Feels like a good callback, so you know how the rules go. Make a noise while I beat you with this handy crowbar and I go to the next person"

Red Hood tensed, if it's something like that then the main thing on his mind is survival. Yes his brother matters, but in a situation like this... he can't die.

"Let's start with good ol Boy Wonder, I remember when he beat me with a crowbar. So I might be a little mad don't worry though" Joker lifted the crowbar above his head "I'll be nice" and he slammed it down onto Robin.

Robin said nothing and made no noise.

So Joker kept going, blood erupted from his body and Robin didn't say anything. Joker laughed maniacally as he moved to Robin's leg and it cracked. Yet Robin didn't do or say anything.

"Robin come on, say something!" Red Hood pleaded and Robin made eye contact with him, simply glaring at him as was being beat down.

"This one knows how to keep his mouth shut, I must say I'm impressed! How about the arms?" Joker grinned as he brought the crowbar down on Robin's arm. There was so much blood and yet Robin didn't say anything.

"ROBIN COME ON! SAY SOMETHING I CAN TAKE IT OKAY?"

Robin opened his mouth, no words came out. Only blood. Robin kept looking at Red Hood with an intense glare.

Joker's laughter died down "You know this one is real fun, such a tough egg. I can't wait to find out how he can crack!" Another swing, this one to the head and Robin let it happen without a word. "Robin say something!"

"No need to worry Red Hood, I'll be taking my leave. I think I got all my anger out from the kid, I have no reason to stay. Now have fun you two" Joker chuckled and left.

Robin looked in the dark and it didn't register to Red Hood that there was a ticking... a bomb.

Again...

Jason was going to die again, but with Damian. No not Damian, he's still too young he can't die, not like this, it was too much for Jason to handle how could Damian even handle it?

"Dami... why didn't you say anything?"

Damian didn't say a word, instead he went towards the ticking the timer showing for 10 seconds.

"Damian don't"

He limped over to the bomb and started to mess with it.