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juergenklopp · 2 years

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no but FOR REAL name your price......i could offer a place to sleep in a scenic location......baking skills......draw or write you smth in return......gift you coffee......all in the name of james bond AU......

A formal standing invitation to Sammyland? :nalascrem:

Since I've not written anything substantial for nearly a calendar year now, please accept this short, humble offering. Warning for Bond-typical violence.

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wait on thunder sky [600 words, Bono/Lewis, Bond AU]

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Time trickles thick as tar.

Flitting a glance at the crumpled, twisted bodies around him, a hint of remorse slips into Lewis’s conscience. He can’t allow it. Not now. Not when every breath he takes feels like a sledgehammer to the chest. Not when his shattered shin has left him bound to the polished marble floor of one of Casino Royale’s lavish restrooms, pearlescent white now marred crimson with blood.

Lewis hears urgent footfalls approaching. The Walther PPK, familiar as an extension of himself, feels heavy in his hands. He’s down to his last three rounds. When the door swings open, Lewis aims, and fires.

One down, headshot. Two down, jugular exploding in a violent burst of scarlet. Lewis misses the third attacker, grazing his forearm and knocking the firearm out of his hand, but it doesn’t stop him from lunging at Lewis viciously, sending them both tumbling on the floor, wrestling for purchase.

It was a precarious, lethal tug of war. For a moment, Lewis manages to pin the attacker down, deals him several blows to the face, feeling cheekbone and orbital crush under the force of his knuckles. He’s in better shape than Lewis, however—ribs not cracked, tibia intact. Lewis can feel his own strength fading.

The attacker wrestles himself away from Lewis, flips them around, goes straight for Lewis’s throat. At the precipice of survival, when the probability of making it out alive plummets with every microsecond of even the slightest hesitation, adrenaline will suffuse every cell, whipping your blood to run with screams of get up, get up, fight, deafening against your eardrum, dulling your pain to static. But years and years of experience and training carved into him as a Double-O agent aside, Lewis is only human.

The sound of a gunshot ruptures the air. Oxygen floods back into Lewis’s lungs as the attacker rolls to the side off Lewis, roaring in agony. Another gunshot, silencing his screams forever.

“Double-O Seven,” Q calls, falling to kneel beside Lewis, the fear and concern lacing his voice betraying his otherwise even tone. With utmost care, he helps Lewis sit up. “Lewis, are you all right?”

“Still in one piece, Bono,” Lewis wheezes out with a weak grin, wincing. “Haven’t got rid of me just yet.”

They hold each other’s gaze a heartbeat too long. Time trickles thick as tar, still.

Lewis has spent more than half of his years taking risks in too many shapes and forms to keep a tally of. He’d argue that the majority of them are meticulously calculated. Yet in his three-decades-plus-a-few-years, his surging forward to kiss Bono, to close the gap between them—a gap that feels both suffocatingly minuscule and desperately astronomical sometimes—feels like one of the most hazardous of chances he’ll ever take. Maybe it’s a moment of madness, too. Adrenaline truly is a hell of a drug.

It’s a soft, searching press of lips, a stark contrast to this moment of near-finality. A sigh of relief. A thank you. Lewis can feel the shape of Bono’s smile against his lips.

“Time and place, Double-O,” Bono chides as he draws back, no heat.

“Almost didn’t make it if it weren’t for you, man.” You put yourself in danger, too, Lewis thinks, pulling Bono into his arms, pressing his face into the crook of Bono’s neck. Lewis has long reconciled with the volatility of his own life as a Double-O, it’s part of what it means to hold the license to kill. Bono shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t ever be anywhere close to harm’s way. “Now’s as good a time as any.”

#.asks #Sammy #scuderiafiatpanda #antonios-hair #.fic #F1 RPF #fic stuff #Bon appétit?#RPF

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justaredheadf1fan · 2 years

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Austin you gorgeous surprise, what a weekend!

Soooo… What up? 😅

So, we were busy yesterday and ended up quite exhausted, especially me after seeing my team lose by 4-0, plus we had some technical issues with the Wi-Fi so we just preferred to watch the race properly today instead.

It’s lights out and away we go indeed, what a start!! I guess Carlos didn’t like that, but I don’t see that it was George’s fault. I’ve replayed it a few times already since yesterday, but I myself don’t see it.

What the fuck is Stroll doing P3? 🤣 The Aston Martins are definitely on fire, that was truly amazing!! Charles slowly climbing up the ladder, I’m still waiting for the demon inside him to make an appearance at some point and yeet Fraudstappen or something.

So, let me get something straight, as Marina said Kevin was FORCED to pit because the endplate was dangerous and was in no shape (which is true), but now they just waited for Checo’s to just fall off and there’s that? At least they should try to hide it a little maybe? Jesus.

Bottas went off to the gravel and now we see the SC going out. Chills, this always gives me a bad feeling. Charles and Seb stop, decent stop fro Sharl and a good one for Seb.

AND BONO SAYING IT’S HAMMER TIME, I’M DEAD.

We’re watching the replay from the race start and I still can’t see it. It looks like Carlos is trying to go through Costappen’s inside and George while trying to do the same with Lewis he messes up with the brakes and just goes into Carlos unavoidably. I don’t see the punishment there, it was a mistake that led to a race incident like any other. He’s still man enough (obviously) to go and apologize to him anyway, but I don’t see him being at fault.

When did Sharl get to P4!? AND WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED THERE!!???!!?!?!!?!?! OMG ALONSO!!!!!! God that was scary as fuck, the cars are in pieces, Jesus fucking Christ and how the fuck is he still driving!? I mean, look I know Fernando’s personality and his stubbornness is known to everyone, and I get that he 99,99% wanted to keep racing for sure. But it’s negligent on Alpine’s part to send him away to race after that huge crash. I agree with Haas that it was so dangerous and they needed to get a penalty.

AND DEMONIC SHARL MAKES AN APPEARANCE AND THROES HIS CAR AGAINST CHECO’S, THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME. WHAT AN OVERTAKE!!!

Okay, so now they punish Pierre right away with 5 seconds for something Checo did exactly the same way in another race and he didn’t get punished at all? I guess the Suzuka rant calling the FIA out so brutally has made him a target. That’s nice.

Very good stop for Lewis now, let’s hope it works. AND NOW COSTSTAPPEN GOES INTO THE PITS AND HIS STOP IS TERRIBLE, SO LECLERC GOES OUT RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM, YES!!!!!! AND SEB LEADS FOLLOWED BY LEWIS, STOP THE COUNT!!!!!!

So, Cuntstappen obviously has to make the sardonic comment on radio and even his engineer is telling him that he must think that they’re a tema. Like he gives a fuck, huh? What an asshole, honestly. Yes, they fucked up, unlike 99% of the time, being the best when it comes to pit stops, so he should just shut up and stop whining for once, which he didn’t stop one second during the whole race. I’m sorry, I can’t respect this individual. He deserves no respect whatsoever. Even Spanish commentators, who are super pro Fuckstappen have said that he should’ve just shut up, which says a lot.

So the hunt for Gasly goes on, he was flagged for track limits and then when he has to serve his 5 seconds’ penalty, and he gets another penalty for apparently not serving the 5 seconds correctly. Are you fucking kidding me?

Seb and Lewis battling like old times is sending me. This is simply beautiful. Please Seb, don’t retire. We need you 🥲 Absolutely beautiful. I agree with Kevin that a person who truly wants to retire doesn’t drive like that.

And now Kevin is being investigated for ignoring yellow flags. Well 😆

Oh God, Seb no 😭 He won’t make any comments against his team anyway. Unlike someone else. AND FUCKING ALONSO IS P7. This guy. He’s an asshole but he’s fucking tremendous, he’s lost his rear mirror due to Kevin’s tow, omg 🤣 He’s fucking crazy.

Fraudstappen has gone off track several times now and oh what a surprise, no penalty? What else is new. They’ll penalize Lewis instead of him, right? Not Lewis but Mick. Anywho.

Seb’s and Kevin’s battle was absolutely delightful. This has been the best part of the race, Seb’s amazing moments, super deserved DOTD.

And all of these alongside the commentary by the splendid friend I’m spending the week with, who’s made me laugh my ass off with her snarky comments. Thank luck I have you @suicide-inthe-trenches 😂

All in all, Austin just gets a few rights and we’re finally going to bed. We’ll be watching Mexico together too, so that’ll be fun 🤣

In the mean time, peace out!

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jason12098 · 3 months

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Unlocking the Smile: Dr. Eduardo De La Torre Redefines Dental Care

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thinktosee · 1 year

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WHOSE REALITY?

To those who wish to forcibly shape our reality to coincide with theirs, I plead with you – please don’t. Our nature, be it human or animal demands a unique individual and not a clone.

The most dangerous invention of human civilization is Government. Conversely, the most essential invention is also Government.

We must always be mindful of this monstrous existence that is government, whose intrusion into our daily life and reality creates both security and also immense insecurity. While we must accept its beneficial role, it is their capacity for coercive and oftentimes vain, selfish and violent action which we must guard against. Rulers, in general, do not perceive themselves as stemming from the people, contrary to what some country’s seemingly benign constitution may promote. As a consequence, rulers work to wield and shape the people to their reality instead. Wars, inequality, injustice and discrimination are but products of their reality to which we are coerced under pain of censure, arrest and in some cases, assassination, to accept and to embrace as ours.

Rulers are a class. An aristocracy if you will. The founding of the English Magna Carta, or Bill of Rights in 1215 was in essence, a power grab by the barons or aristocracy. The monarch was thereon forced to share his power and loot, it seems. But its beneficial impact on the masses cannot be overstated – it offered, to an extent, a legal avenue toward the protection of individual rights. This endures to this day. The Magna Carta is the precursor and inspiration for the Constitutions which many nations of the world possess.

While this code or so-called rule of law appears to be an enlightening approach to governance, there continues to exist within our midst, laws and regulations which enable one and discriminate against another, group of people. I recall several years ago coming across a Wikileaks’ release of a document about a young soldier who was visiting an Ivy League university. It required 2 esteemed professors to drop what they were doing, which was no doubt teaching, to help orientate this young man to the campus. Moreover, the soldier was accompanied by security guards, although I did wonder at that time of the necessity for this since he was a soldier after all, and had taken an oath to defend his realm. The country to which the soldier hailed from claimed to be a meritocracy, even though the young man’s father was the longstanding ruler. It seems the soldier was of a class apart from the masses, like the way we look at the provenance of a piece of subjectively valuable art. And the university in question appeared to recognize and accept this.

The danger which a government poses to the People arises from its capture by a group demanding special privileges, including changing the rules and moving away from democracy or the people. This is the history of human civilization, and this is the reality fostered onto the people – that this group which had captured power is for and of them. In addition to the barons who seized power in England in 1215, the French Revolution of 1789 may offer clues to what happens when a small group of self-interested conspirators seized the reins.

Cui Bono?

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bonos-grindcore-sideproject · 8 months

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#Soon #roll on October 18 #A pleasing Bono shape

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alphabravohotel · 2 years

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#Pleasing Bono shapes #That's a pretty pleasing Edge shape over there on the right as well #Just not as dramatic #bono #the edge #u2 #these two #rampaging edgelets #Bedge

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kellyeddington · 3 years

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New Achtoon Baby! I'm calling it "Pleasing Bono Shapes." Because he doesn't dance as much as he...makes shapes.

#u2 #bono #achtoonbaby #making a gif because it's so satisfying to see them all lined up rainbow style

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soulmate-game · 4 years

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“Are you paw-sitive this is alright?” Selina half-purred half-asked. The slender cat thief was dressed casually— for her, anyway— in a floor length amethyst purple gown that swept just barely above the floor, accentuating her curves and coming down in a deep V neck that was just barely within the constraints of being acceptable for public appearances. Her companion, almost half a foot shorter even in her short heels, was a stark contrast. It was as if all the two women had in common was their hair color, a rich deep black that shimmered blue in the right lighting.

Marinette, with her hair done up in two buns and wearing a sensible pink-and-white cheongsam top with apple blossom embroidery paired with an ankle-length denim skirt that had a knee-high slit in the front, nodded even as she eyed her friend’s choice of outfit with a small frown.

“Of course. Bruce is in the media’s eye all the time, and he knows I don’t have a care for the spotlight. But you do,” Marinette stopped talking for a second, snapping her fingers and reaching into her purse. She pulled out a gorgeous inch-thick collar necklace that was made entirely of thick panels of flawless silver and high-quality diamond. At the very center of the collar necklace, where it would hang right in the center of Selina’s collarbone, was a diamond-and-obsidian cat face. “I knew I was forgetting something! Bourgeois owed me a favor for doing the outfit for her last magazine cover pro bono, so I asked for this as payment. It’s exactly what your outfit is missing.”

Just because Marinette didn’t like revealing clothing didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate someone else wearing one well, after all. And Selina wore her dress perfectly.

Selina quirked an eyebrow, eyeing the necklace with her expert gaze. Gently, she trailed her fingertips over the tops of the diamonds in the thick bands of the collar as a small smile flicked over her lips. She raised her eyes up to Marinette’s, light green eyes sparkling with mischief and knowing.

“You got this as a bribe for me, didn’t you kitten?”

Marinette smiled unashamedly. “I know you’re a proud lesbian, but would you mind playing the role of Bruce’s girlfriend, just for the media? And only while you’re single, of course. If you ever want out, you only have to say the word. Bruce already agreed, but he also doesn’t mind continuing to play the careless bachelor if you aren’t willing.”

Selina scoffed, rolling her eyes and grabbing the necklace. Effortlessly, she swung it around her neck and clasped it in place. “Please, darling. You and I both know it drives you up a wall when Brucie is hounded by gold diggers every time he steps foot out of that mansion of his. I’ll play the camera-girlfriend, but only for a maximum of a year. And you two can only call on me one a week at most, a girl’s gotta have some time to herself.”

Marinette nodded eagerly. “That’s fine! We probably won’t even call on you that much, Bruce is planning to play the ‘we want to keep our relationship pretty low-key’ card for now. Just an appearance once a month or two ought to satisfy those vampiric paparazzi.”

Selina just smiled. She had practically adopted Marinette years previous, during a trip to Paris where she had found out she apparently had a male doppelgänger. Now the two were sisters in all but official (Not-forged) legal documents. And because of that, Bruce had somehow become her brother.

Which Bruce later found out, meant that Selina would relentlessly tease him every time she needed to appear as his “girlfriend.”

Relentlessly.

But Marinette and Bruce had a Plan. She wasn’t quite ready to make a public appearance as his real girlfriend, mostly because of loose ends that still had to be tied back in France. She was making so many trips back and forth between the two countries that they couldn’t see each other in person much to begin with, so they also didn’t want their few in-person meetings tainted by greedy D-rate journalists.

But yes, they had a Plan. One year was the perfect time frame for the last stretch of said plan. Marinette would tie up the last few things she had to do in Paris, start an official branch of her fashion company in Gotham, and they would stage an entire break-up with Selina, a three-month “break” to “recover” and then a suitably dramatic, romantic “meet-cute” between the two of them to start what the media would see as a love-at-first-sight, fairytale relationship.

Nobody needed to know about Marinette and Bruce’s five-year pining session, or their one-year fumble through figuring out how to date one another before actually getting it right, or the most recent three-years of dealing with the fact that they were both highly experienced hero/vigilantes, the leaders of their own hero teams, and highly accomplished business people.

It was a hard relationship utterly riddled with drama, but they had finally reached the stable point where they were ready to commit. Sort of. They just needed Selina to fake-date Bruce in the public eye for a couple months, and then everything would be fine.

—*—*—*—*—*

One year and three months later.

Marinette shifted her purse on her shoulder. This would be her first time in over five years actually setting foot inside the Wayne Manor. She was excited to see Alfred again, and to hash out the last details for her and Bruce’s public “meet-cute.” But Alfred didn’t open the door this time, a short green-eyed boy with an all-too-familiar frown on his face did.

And once again, Marinette knew that Selina was not the mother. Her pseudo-sister was, as she had said so long ago, a very proud lesbian. But Marinette did know of a past fling of Bruce’s who did possess the proper genes to help create a child of this age.

Marinette smiled, pushing her inner rage at the thought of Talia Al Ghul out of her mind. She was still pissed beyond all rational thought when she heard about what Talia had done to Bruce. But this child was not at fault for any of it, only an innocent by-product.

“Hello. My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Would you mind telling Alfred I’m here?”

“Tt. Why should I?” The apparently bratty boy asked, crossing his arms and glaring straight at her. Marinette felt her eye twitch.

“I am a close friend of Bruce— Would I be correct in assuming he’s your biological father?” Immediately upon her question, the boy’s eyes widened ever so slightly in shock before his glare intensified. Marinette chuckled. “He didn’t tell me that he adopted any new children, and he always tells me when he adopts. Which means he didn’t have to adopt you, suggesting you are related to him directly. You can’t be a cousin or nephew, he has no living blood family. And all his pseudo-siblings are alive and fine, so you weren’t left to his care in anybody’s will,” she deduced out loud for him. “Plus, the green eyes and tan skin— I know of exactly one of Bruce’s past… suitors… who happens to fit the timeframe and features necessary.”

The boy raised an eyebrow. “Most assume that I am that harlot Selina Kyle’s spawn,” he snapped, but it lacked the same heat this time around. He was now analyzing her face closely, and Marinette noticed. She was careful to keep her eagerness toned down. She really just wanted to see Bruce and be able to hug and cuddle him for the first time in almost a year, and this child was her only obstacle at the moment. A very stubborn one.

Marinette sighed. “Selina is like a sibling to me, don’t call her a harlot. If Selina was ever pregnant, I would have known. Hell, Selina would have given me her baby to raise because she doesn’t have any interest in being a mother. Now, the polite thing to do when someone introduces themselves is so introduce yourself back. Not interrogate or intimidate them.”

The boy huffed, straightening his emerald turtleneck and rolling his shoulders back. “I am Damian Wayne,” he replied imperiously. “And Father has never mentioned a friend by the name Marinette. Which leads me to believe you are yet another no good hopeful suitor, and Father is still recovering after he and Kyle finally split up for good.”

Marinette froze, and slowly her eyes narrowed. “He never mentioned my name? Ever?”

“Tt. I already said no.”

Finally, the shape of Alfred Pennyworth came into view behind Damian. He had obviously heard the last bit of the conversation, because he just sighed and shared a long suffering look with Marinette. It was that look that made Marinette’s eye twitch a second time.

“Alfred,” she said slowly. “Has he mentioned me at all to any of his kids?”

“He has not,” Alfred replied. “And furthermore, Miss Selina would not stop giving him a hard time whenever he had to call her out for an appearance. It seems all of the children mistook their relationship for actually being of a romantic nature.”

Damian spun to the butler, eyes wide and swimming with a multitude of emotions. “What do you mean, ‘actually’, Alfred?”

“He means,” Marinette began before Alfred had the chance. Her eyes were narrowed, matching storms of dark, furious blue. “That Selina was only pretending to be Bruce’s girlfriend so that the press and gold-diggers would leave him alone. And apparently I need to beat some sense into my stupid, idiotic boyfriend, who I should have known would do something like this,” she looked up at Alfred, jaw clenching. “That man would never be able to pass for a functioning human without either you or me keeping his head screwed on. Where is he?”

“Not at the manor currently, Mademoiselle Marinette.”

“Alfred.”

The butler gave Marinette a rather mischievous little grin. “Master Bruce has forbade me from telling you where he is currently, he wanted you to stay at the manor and sleep the jet lag off until he got back. But I can tell you that he is not currently on Earth or on a mission.”

“Alfred!” Damian hissed, shocked that the man would say something so revealing. Alfred was the perfect secret keeper, why would he tell someone Bruce had never mentioned something so telling?”

“Oh, calm yourself Master Damian,” Alfred soothed. “Marinette has known about Master Bruce’s nighttime activities since before you were born. If anything, I believe he rightfully deserves the wake up call he is about to receive.”

Marinette nodded, eyes still stormy and determined. “Alright, so he’s at the Watchtower. The Zeta tunes are still in the Batcave, right?” When Alfred nodded, Marinette wasted no time. She easily slid around Damian and stormed into the manor, finding her way to the Batcave on pure muscle memory and rage.

“Wait, Alfred! I demand an explanation!” Damian’s loud voice slowly grew quieter as Marinette stormed down into the cave, ignoring how Alfred began to calmly explain the situation to the boy. She just slid right in to the Zeta tube, and commanded the computer to send her to the Watchtower.

“P-001, codename LADYBUG, recognized.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Batman pinched his nose from where he stood at the head of the meeting room in the watchtower. The briefing was supposed to start over an hour ago, but Hal Jordan had been twenty minutes late. No surprise there. But still, SuperMan had insisted that they wait until everyone arrived. And really, normally Batman would too. Except that his long time girlfriend was going to be landing in Gotham any minute now, and he would rather be back at the manor to greet her.

And the asinine argument that had been going on for the past forty minutes was finally going to end, even if Bruce had to hogtie every last one of his insufferable coworkers himself and force them through the rest of the meeting strapped to their chairs.

“Okay, can we PLEASE begin the meeting now, or so help me I will break out my kryptonite restraints,” he threatened darkly. He might have only mentioned Kryptonite, but everyone knew that that threat was actually aimed at all of them. Batman knew every last one of their weaknesses and was not above being petty when they strained his last nerve.

Quickly getting the hint, the entire room rushed to fill their seats and at least fake at paying attention. But of course, nothing goes quite right in the life of Bruce Wayne. Right as he turned on the slideshow he had prepared and began the meeting, the sound of an enraged woman’s voice echoed down the hallway in a deafening roar.

“BRUCE THOMAS WAYNE, YOU ARE IN SOOOO MUCH TROUBLE!”

Batman felt as if someone had just shoved him into a cryogenic freezer, a harsh shiver of dread running down his spine. There was exactly one person who could terrify him with a single word, and it just so happened to be the woman he was hiding a wedding ring from.

For the past eight years, but that’s neither here nor there.

“Oh shit,” Bruce breathed, but found he was unable to move from his spot. Yes, he wanted to see Marinette so badly that it hurt. But he also would like to stay alive.

SuperMan leaned forward, not really concerned since Batman would have reacted much differently had the voice been coming from a real threat. Instead, the man leveled his old friend with a very teasing smirk.

“Why is your heart suddenly racing?”

Bruce could only glare daggers at Clark before the door to the meeting room swung open, a tiny French woman standing there in a long, formal white-and-pink knee-length gown with a cheongsam neckline and one of her leaf-green heels held in each hand threateningly.

“You absolute idiot! When I said I wanted to keep our relationship out of the public eye, I didn’t mean to keep me a secret from EVERYBODY!”

“But darling—“ Bruce cut himself off as he was forced to dodge one deadly-accurate piece of flying footwear. “You don’t understand. The boys cannot keep a secret to save their life.”

“They have secret identities, don’t they?” She slipped her other shoe back on. She had known that her shoe never had a chance of hitting, and with Bruce in full Batman gear, even if it had hit him the high heel would have felt like she had only thrown a pillow. Had it been otherwise, she wouldn’t have even joked about throwing her shoes at him. But as it stood, she knew none of the normal things she had on her would be able to so much as make Bruce say “ow.”

Marinette placed both of her fists on her hips, marching up to Batman and pulling him down the full foot it took for him to be able to look her in the eye. His resulting gulp was clearly audible, and visible, to everyone else in the room. “You absolute, emotionally dense moron,” her voice had dropped from a yell to a mildly fond, but still very annoyed, grumble. “Your kids are mostly adults now, you know. And you never told me about Damian either. Did you honestly think I’d be mad?” Bruce looked away from her, which was honestly all the answer she needed. Marinette sighed, letting him go and softening her voice. “You need to trust your kids more, Bruce. I never wanted you to keep me a secret from your family, or even your close friends. Just the annoying ass paparazzi. And trust me a little bit more, yeah? I know it isn’t exactly your strong suit, but I’ve known you long enough that you should know I’m not gonna run for the hills just because you have a biological kid that wasn’t with me.” Marinette risked giving him a slightly vulnerable, lopsided smile. And Bruce immediately deciphered what it meant. His shoulders slumped.

The cost of using the Ladybug Miraculous for so long was that Marinette had to give up her fertility. She could never have children of her own, and Bruce had felt guilty that he had had a biological child, even though he hadn’t exactly consented to it, without her. But now he could see where he went wrong.

Marinette was just happy to have another piece of him to take care of. She never would have resented him for what had happened with Talia. And, seeing all of those facts written on her face now, he felt more than a little blind.

“... sorry.”

Marinette just huffed out a short, soft laugh before grabbing Bruce by the bicep. She turned to look at the other heroes still in the room, half of them uncomfortable with seeing such an emotional display while the others looked like they were incredibly invested in a good soap opera. She shot them a grin.

“I’m stealing him for the next few days, okay? Don’t worry, I’m sure you can make do with making Diana read the slideshow. I know from experience that it has everything you guys need to know and more. Don’t call us, I’ll field all your contact to Agent A!!” With that, she dragged Bruce by the arm out of the room.

To be fair, he wasn’t exactly resisting. Even if the reunion was far from ideal, just having this little bit of contact was extremely relaxing for the vigilante. When they reached the Zeta Tubes, he stopped Marinette and pulled her in for a kiss.

When they inevitably pulled away for breath, he smiled at her. “As soon as we get back, I’ll call everyone in and explain the situation,” he promised. “And then, we can spend the rest of the night doing whatever you want.”

Marinette smiled back, shoving him into the Zeta Tube. “Then get ready, because I wanna sleep off this damn jet lag and I plan on cuddling you like a koala the whole time. No escape.”

“B-001, Codename BATMAN. Recognized.”

“Can’t wait,” he replied right before he was whisked off. The sound of the love of his life laughing followed him through until he reached the other end of the teleportation.

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@maribat-writing-and-prompts

#maribat #ml x dc #mlb x dc #brucinette

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neeswords · 3 years

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JAY HALSTEAD IMAGINE

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested?: yes

Word count: 2794

Authors notes: I hope you enjoy it. If you would like a personalised one please do ask! have fun reading! I have also a promt list :)

Trigger warning(s): mention of death, swearing, violence

Summary: jay seems to always take Hailey's side one everything. Hailey always seems to come first. A trauma takes place and jay realises the reality.

Prompt: request.

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Since Hailey had received a job offer from the FBI Jay had become really close with her, so close then he was pushing away his own actual girlfriend. It wasn't just y/n who noticed this though Atwater asked y/n one evening at molly's if her and Jay had broken up.

Y/n loved Hailey and she thought she was so good to Jay. Maybe too good to him. When Jay got shot one time y/n was sat in the waiting room and Hailey and Vanessa were there and she heard a convocation she wish she could unhear.

'you love him' Vanessa said to Hailey.

'Of course I love him he's my partner' was the response.

This broke Y/n heart a little as she knew at that point that if she wasn't in the equation Jay would be in absolute awe of Hailey. Who was y/n anyways? Everyone would prefer a beautiful blonde greek badass cop.

Y/n worked with a law firm, in fact that's how she met Jay. She was a criminal defence attorney she met Jay in an interrogation room whilst defending her client. Jay later asked for her number and one thing led to another.

At some points she wishes she never picked up that phone call.

'Y/n if your gonna start then leave, Hailey would be so fine wi-' Jay yet again started comparing y/n to Hailey. Y/n was pissed off that Jay kept staying out late with Hailey.

Thats all it took. Y/n lost it. "GET THE FUCK OUT AND GO BE WITH HER THEN" Y/n was fuming she was so tired of being compared to Hailey. Her own boyfriend who was meant to love her and only her was clearly in love with another woman.

"y/n come on what's going on with you? Since I've been shot you've been so different around me. Talk to me baby" Jay was so soothing. He gently approached y/n and gently placed some hair behind her ear.

Y/n refused to even look at him. I guess you could say that she reached her breaking point. She had given up on him. Jay went to kiss her as a way of saying 'I love you' but she turned her head before he had the chance. As much as it hurt her, y/n had to leave. She made her way to the bedroom completely avoiding all eye contact with Jay. She grabbed a duffle and started showing clothes into it. Jay just stood there entirely confused on what to say or do.

"I'll come get the rest when you're out" a few tears were brimming in her eyes but she sure as hell wasn't going to let them fall.

Jay went to grab her hand y/n ignored him and walked out the door.

*BANG BANG BANG

"Derek what do you want" y/n was at her firm and her associate, Derek was wanting her.

"you need to go to the 21st district, Mr Maxwell got caught up again" y/n rolled her eyes. Mr Maxwell was a frequent flyer he was homeless, y/n always felt bad for him so she took his case pro-bono. However, Rossi Maxwell always seemed to find trouble.

"Tell him i'll be there in twenty" and with that y/n left to go to the district.

"Hey Trudy, looking as beautiful as ever" y/n cheekily said with a smirk.

Trudy rolled her eyes and responded with a blunt "upstairs"

Going up these stairs was a familiar feeling for y/n whether she was going to support a client or going to see her boyfriend, well now ex-boyfriend. Y/n hadn't seen Jay in a week she still hasn't been by the house to collect her stuff. She loved Jay but just couldn't face him.

Ruzek greeted y/n with a hug as soon as he saw her "girl I thought you were dead where have you been?"

y/n just laughed and said "Maxwell? what's he been up to this time?"

Ruzek chuckled slightly 'what hasn't that man done? He got caught with some dope but if I tell you anymore I'm pretty sure you'll get him released and we will lose our best shot of catching our guy."

Y/n raised her brows at him. "Ruzek, you do realise i'm his lawyer and that's my job right?"

Ruzek clicked his finger and led her to the interrogation room.

"Adam who's in there with him?" y/n asked nervously.

"Jay and Hailey" Ruzek said barely above a whisper. It was clear that everyone seemed to know about this love triangle between y/n, jay and Hailey.

Y/n being the badass she is walked in with her head held up. "Rossi what have you gotten yourself into this time?"

Rossi gave her his compelling cheeky smirk "oh nothing new, I just wanted to see your pretty face"

Y/n smiled at him then looked towards Hailey who was sat next to jay directly in-front of Mr Maxwell. "My client has nothing further to say to you, we are leaving."

Mr Maxwell stood up. "no he's not, he's being charged with the handling of a class a drug as well as distribution, hell I could hold him as an accessory to murder" Hailey stated with a stern voice.

"accessory. Hailey come on he's a harmless old man who can hardly look after himself how the hell would he be able to help with murder?" y/n stated somewhat pissed off.

"y/n he's staying. End of." Hailey said slightly raising her tone. Jay sat there silently not knowing where to look. He saw that Hailey was getting annoyed and placed his hand on her lower back. Y/n saw this and it made her blood boil. How could he have moved on in a week? They had been together for 3 years and he goes to his partner in a week! It was really clear how much he cared for y/n.

"My client has rights and IM NOT SEEING ANY PROOF OF THIS ACCESSORY TO MURDER. MY client denies all charged and without any admissible evidence we will be walking out of here now." y/n leaned over the table to she was in Hailey's face "end of" she whispered to her. Y/n was true to her word she told Mr Maxwell to leave the interrogation room and to go outside, where Derek, the associate, was waiting. Y/n wanted to speak to Voight about how the whole situation was handled.

"y/n can we-" jay began.

"no" y/n simply stated and carried on walking. However, she was stopped when Jay grabbed onto her wrist and pulled her into him.

"baby please. I love you" y/n could have sworn she saw tears threatening to spill form his eyes. This made her soften but she was still mad.

"I won't be second place" she stated and with that she walked off to Voight's office.

"you need to get your detectives in place before this unit has a pending court trial" y/n said entering Voight's office.

"y/n I know she was out of place bu-" Voight began.

"no Voight I'm tired of making excuses for this unit sort it out" as y/n was leaving she saw Hailey comforting Jay. Y/n chucked and murmured a "point proven, case closed" and made her way back outside to meet with her client and Derek.

Normally, Derek would be waiting outside the car but this time he wasn't. Y/n just predicted that he was in the car; the windows were tinted so she couldn't see. Y/n got in and saw Derek in the back seat, he was coated in blood. "oh my - DEREK WAKE UP" she started to shake him. Maxwell was sat next to Derek looking at his hand with a sore excuse of a smirk. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?" she screamed at him. This got his attention, he looked up at her and reached for a knife. Y/n knew what was about to come so she reached for the door handle of the car. Maxwell grabbed some rope and put it around y/n neck. She found it strange with how he didn't say a word, this wasn't him. She didn't know this person, she knew a sweet old man who just got caught up in the wrong crowd. Y/n fought hard trying not to be choked to death, tears were falling and fear was taking over her, she could barely breathe. "Rossi please" y/n said softly as she was somewhat loosing conciseness due to the lack of oxygen. This made him stop. He got out the car and left. y/n couldn't move, when she finally pulled herself together she went to check on Derek. "hey, hey" she said tears falling rapidly. She couldn't find a pulse and knew she needed help. She could barely catch her breathe so she had to leave the car. She got out and looked around, Maxwell was no where to be seen.

She started speed walking back towards the district. She was stopped by a sharp pain in her upper ribs. She turned around, it was Maxwell. She had been stabbed. He continued plunging the knife into her, she didn't have any energy to fight him off. "Rossi please stop" y/n managed to get out. She wasn't sure if he heard so she said it again with everything she had "Rossi stop p-please." This time he looked at her. He froze and dropped the knife. y/n kicked it out the way. Yn fell to her knees she was blacking out. Maxwell snapped out of his trance and saw her in front of him covered in blood.

"Y/L/N! HELPPPP" Maxwell picked her up and ran into the district with her in his arms.

Trudy saw them and instantly shouted "HELP CITIZEN DOWN" she froze, that's when she recognised her. "AVERY GET YOUR ASS UP TO INTELLIGENCE AND TELL THEM Y/N Y/L/N IS DOWN HERE AND IS IN BAD SHAPE" Trudy put pressure on her wounds "come on y/n stay with me".

JAYS POV.

One of the officers came running up the stairs, something had to be wrong.

"sergeant platt said you need to come down stairs she said something about a 'y/n y/l/n' she's in real bad shape" he started rambling. My heart dropped. There was no way it was her. How could it be her.

I ran downstairs in less than a second and I saw her. She looked completely lifeless.

"baby, come on oh my god, baby wake up" I cried. I couldn't hold myself together. I grabbed her hand whilst Trudy was doing CPR.

END OF POV.

Jay was frantically pacing around the hospital waiting room. How could he have let this happen? Who the hell would do this to her?

Dr Halstead entered the room.

"Will, tell me she's fine. Will please" Will placed a hand on his brothers shoulder and took a deep breath.

"Jay she lost a lot of blood. She's in the ICU at the moment its a hit and miss she's just gotta make it though the night" Jay fell to the floor sobbing loudly. Will comforted him. They were like this for a while until Jay finally spoke.

"Can I see her?" Will responded with a nod, not knowing what else to say.

Will walked Jay to y/n's room. Jay walked in and Will left them alone.

JAYS POV.

She looked ghost-like, yet perfect. Why didn't I go after her? why didn't I try to get her to stay? This is my fault.

I went and sat next to her. I grabbed her hand and placed a light kiss on it.

"Hey honey, its me." I was hoping she would wake up and answer me, she didn't.

I didn't know what to do. what could I do?

END OF POV

Y/n made it though the night but she still had no woken up. Two weeks had passed and nothing seemed to be improving.

"Jay go home, take a shower and get some sleep I will call you if anything changes I promise." Will told Jay sternly.

"promise" Jay said mid-yawn.

"yes let me drive you" and with that both the Halstead brothers drove back to Jay's apartment, previously his and y/n's.

Jay went straight to the bathroom when he remembered what was in the cabinet. He smiled at the thought of what he could have had. He never understood why y/n was always so mad at him he really never noticed how close he was getting with Hailey. He was furious at himself.

"Jay you good?" Will interrupted his thoughts. Jay opened the bathroom door and showed Will what was making him smile. "do you think this was her style?"

Will laughed. "brother, she's a lawyer. Believe me they make it clear what they want. That is perfect" Jay also laughed. It was a noise Will missed hearing.

Jay had a nap whilst Will went back to the ER.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP

Jay didn't hear.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP

He finally heard. Jay answered the phone as quick as he possibly could.

"what's happened?" jay asked frantically

"get here now" was all Will had to say.

Jay rushed out the door and sped to the ER with sirens on. He ran up to y/n's room. He went to the door and he rushed over to her.

"you're awake, Will had me thinking you were dead" Jay chucked

Y/n didn't say anything she still was somewhat mad at Jay.

"Y/n I didn't realise what I did when you left, I really confused me. I love you and I thought you loved me too. I have never missed someone so much, you make me the happiest man. These past 3 years have been the best. You put up with me through my sleepless nights, through the hospital visits and all the times I tried arguing with you in the interrogation rooms. y/n/n you are my everything. You are the reason why I smile in the morning and the reason why I can peacefully and happily close my eyes at night. Atwater made me realise about Hailey, I've only been with her so much lately because she's leaving y/n. She accepting the FBI offer and I wanted to give a good goodbye, spent time with her you know. She's one hell of a cop. She wanted me to go with her. I said no because everything I could ever want is right her. My life is perfect. Well, it was until you left and got yourself stabbed" Jay lightly chuckled. Y/n was tearing up and smiled. Until realisation hit her about being stabbed.

"Maxwell-"

"Is in a mental asylum. He has a 2 personality disorder, he will get better he just needs some support" Jay said softly going to kiss her forehead.

"Derek?" y/n asked not really wanting to know the answer.

Jay shook his head "i'm sorry"

Y/n moved over in the uncomfortable hospital bed. "whoa what are you doing, you'll hurt yourself?" jay said sternly.

"shut up and come cuddle me" y/n said back to him sternly. Jay did as he was told being careful not to hurt her.

"i'm an idiot" she said.

Jay laughed "my idiot"

Will came in and ruined the moment "hey lovers not naughty business in the room thank youuu" They all laughed as Jay smacked his brother lightly on the head. Will placed something in Jay's hands making sure y/n wouldn't see he winked at him then left.

"What was that" y/n asked as Jay got comfy next to her.

"Look at me" Jay said. She did as she was told. "I love you. I don't want to lose you or wake up without you for another day. You are the one I want and I've been planning this for a while"

Jay got down from the bed and got on one knee.

"y/n will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?"

y/n didn't know what to say so she just nodded and let the tears flow from her eyes. Jay placed the ring on her finger.

"I love you Jay Halstead however I'm not letting that my idiot comment slide. I think your forgetting i'm the one with the law degree" y/n smirked.

Jay laughed.

"I love you too" and that's when Will came in.

"WELCOME TO THE SEXY FAMILY Y/N!"

The three of them laughed as Jay kissed y/n

#chicago pd #jay halstead x reader #fanfic #imagine #jay halstead x you #jay halstead x oc #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead #jay

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louisianaspell · 3 years

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A masterlist of all the fics I’ve read in the month of May

🔪: Dark fics (these fics/series contain plots and scenes that can be triggering! Please make sure you read all the warnings, tags, and author’s note before reading!)

🔥: Smut (these fics contain sexual situations, 18+ up only!)

Clandestine Meetings

Venus Made Me King 🔥

The Match 🔥

Deserve You [chap. 1] [chap. 2]

Pierced Through and Through 🔥

Hello My Old Heart

Rockstar!Bucky drabble 🔥

Best Man 🔪

Devil’s Mark 🔪-ish 🔥

Liberation 🔪🔥

Paperwork

Peaches and Cream 🔥-ish

Harmless

Glimpse 🔪🔥

Ashens 🔥

What We See In The Stars

Fake Boyfriend Real Orgasms 🔥

So Good For Me 🔥

The Clean Up 🔥

Bucky’s Weakness 🔥

Wages of Sin [chap. 2] 🔪

Alter [chap. 4] 🔥

Just Say It and I’m Yours

Some Assembly Required (+ wanda x reader) 🔪

The Chatroom 🔥

Suburban Pleasures 🔥

Good Girl 🔥

When I’m Reborn [chap. 10] 🔪

Sugar Sugar 🔪🔥

Method Acting 🔥

Desperate Measures [chap. 1] [chap. 2] 🔪🔥

Midnight Adventures 🔪🔥

Count Me In

The Drawing

Gilded

Ménage a Trios 🔥

Depths

Cover Stars and Stripes

Press Record 🔥

Yours, Mine, Ours 🔪🔥

Candy Coated [chap. 1] [chap. 2] [chap. 3] [chap. 4] (Zemo x Reader) 🔪🔥

Trust Me, Honey (Andy Barber x Reader) 🔪

Necessary Arrangement (Andy Barber x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader, Ransom Drysdale x Reader) 🔪🔥

Time’s Running Out (Crosshair x Reader, Bad Batch x Reader)

Moment of Silence [chap. 6] [chap. 7] [chap. 8] (Frank Alder x Reader, Andy Barber x Reader) 🔪🔥

Life in the Fast Lane [chap. 3] (Ari Levinson x Reader) 🔥

Fully Completely [chap. 6] (Loki x Reader) 🔪🔥

Hell or High Water (Ransom Drysdale x Reader, Mike Weiss x Reader)

She Gets Flowers (Ransom Drysdale x Reader)

Small Gods (Thor Odinson x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader) 🔥

Heart Shaped Box (Ari Levinson x Reader) 🔥

Forever and Ever [chap. 13] [chap. 14] [chap. 15] (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) 🔪🔥

Lover’s Embrace (Natasha Romanoff x Reader) 🔪🔥

Ruin Our Friendship (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) 🔪🔥

Looking For A Place To Happen (Sam Wilson x Reader) 🔪🔥

Can’t Get Better Than a Thrombey (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) 🔥

Pro Bono (Andy Barber x Reader x Mickey Henry) 🔥

Champagne Problems (Mickey Henry x Reader)

Yes, Mrs. Barber (Andy Barber x Reader) 🔥

Birthday Girl (Andy Barber x Reader)

Do Us Part (Peter Parker x Reader) 🔪🔥

Fuel to the Fire (Andy Barber x Reader) 🔪

Dennis (Dennis Baker x Reader) 🔪🔥

A Different Kind of Love Drabble (Jake Jensen x Reader x Andy Barber)

A Field Guide To Getting Lost (Jake Jensen x Reader)

Walking After Midnight (Lee Bodecker x Reader) 🔥

#marvel fic rec #fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers #sebastian stan #chris evans #chris evans fic rec #sebastian stan fic rec

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sansebastinae · 3 years

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another-world lens; lh44

Speed is a force to be reckoned with. It is perfect in any form capturable; both artistically and scientifically.

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Did you know at the time of writing this, there is currently an exhibition at the MoMA about cars? (if the link doesn’t work, here.) It feels fitting as we speak. Don’t ask me about what they store there, though. I’m just trying my best to write here. Even as an artist, I don’t know anything about fine art. Or cars. Or cameras. Or writing, for that matter!

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- 10.06am. Museum of Modern Art , New York, United States of America. -

The finishing touches of the installation were finally complete as he delicately moved a piece of glass into the area. Carefully, he eased his way from the assortment of objects that surrounded the spot, making sure that he did not hit any of them in the process. This has to be one of my better works so far, he thought. This is actually pretty big, wow. I hope this works out well.

His assistant and friend, Pete Bonafilia, looked up at the ladder, making sure that the artist didn’t just fall off. Lewis was meticulous and nothing would get out of sight; he did have a tendency to get too worried, though. Assessing the rest of the sculpture, he finally ticked off the last item on the list that was required. Bono was rather pleased with the result at a glance as his friend slowly treaded down the ladder.

“Looks fantastic. Great job there mate.”

Lewis looked up at his handiwork and the various surrounding pieces that tied the whole exhibition together. It was a long time coming; it took a better three-quarters of a year to get these objects pieced and put together.

“Thanks man,”

“You too.”

From odd points, it looked nothing but like a mess of bits of metal that hung from a frame. But from an angle, the mess finally takes form. The shape of two speeding cars, one about to overtake the other, along with the oil painted backdrop of a very long canvas spanning the space of a track. It was dyed a rainbow-hued deluge of colours that trailed behind it, reminiscent of oil and puddles.

This was his seventh major exhibition, and he hoped it would be one that topped his previous works.

“Run Your Course”, it was titled.

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Fashionista. Musician. Activist. Environmentalist. But above all, an artist. And he was very proud of it. Wearing his heart on his sleeve, he lets the world know how he feels. Loud, true and clear.

It’s gotten him a long way to be where he is now. Ridiculed by so many and that his ambitions were merely lofty dreams. So when his works were finally noticed by keen eyes and word-of-mouth, it made a world of difference to him. Even years later, when he received an award - A Gold Medal from American Academy of Arts and Letters?! - it was still rather unbelievable. To be on the international stage with many of his peers…

But it wasn’t just the standard of art that he demonstrated that caught many people’ attention. The subjects were divisive, a talking point, holding important discussions among the community indeed. And among all his works, there was a constant among all these : a sense of energy, flow and sheer power that emanated from simply standing in front of his works. ‘A sense of speed’ was one of many comments that were given regarding his works.

Such a statement was not out of left field at all for Lewis. In fact, it was a driving force since he was young. He loved drawing, and he loved things going fast. Heck, when his dad bought him a Remote Controlled car when he was five, and he loved it to death. As a kid, what was cooler than things going fast and loud? It’s everything you ever wanted, right there!

It got even better the next year when his dad bought him a go-kart. It was out of this world. It did come with a caveat however; he had to study well. All at the same time, Lewis wondered how on earth was he to try to put two different things in the same place Drawing and racing were two worlds apart, and he did love drawing a bit more than being rather tired at the end of every session.

He didn’t really continue karting, but the sensation of speed always lingered at the back of his mind. And it never really left him since then - he still loved cars, loved speed, loved races, and the adrenaline that came with it.

There was one question he always wanted to find the answer to - how does one bottle that feeling of speed?

- 2pm. Silverstone Circuit, Silverstone, United Kingdom. -

He found his answer when he was in college. Oil painting was one of the modules he had to take when he was there. He found himself bemused with the research of the topic that he’d chosen. Of course he’d taken speed out of any topic available. It was already hard to capture that when things move fast, how on earth was he supposed to convey speed on freaking oil paint?

He found himself in the crowds of Silverstone that summer. Man, he chose a pretty good spot to take pictures of, but he’ll be damned if there weren’t so many people around! Also the ticket was pretty hefty, but he was there for a good reason. Besides, it’s what he wanted to do since he was a kid! As he sat at the front row of the stands, he wondered what life would’ve been if he convinced his dad to keep him on the racetrack.

That daydream lasted for only thirty-five seconds.

If he ever didn’t remember what it felt like to be in the presence of an F1 car, he never did now. The cars that sped by him nearly left him deaf if not for his headphones, their tobacco-livery colours that left only a blur to the imagination. He was astounded; how on earth was he to get pictures of these cars?! He barely could catch them at their fastest with his own eyes. He had to focus, despite his hands trembling from excitement and the roar of engines.

Steadying his camera, he peered through the viewfinder, looking directly at the first of three cars that he decided to take.

A wondrous blue-yellow car that was about to turn a corner, screaming its heart out. A Renault, it was called. Number 8, and driven by a young man named Fernando Alonso. This one, along with three others, stood out from the rest of the pack. Engaging Burst Mode, he captured a flurry of images of the car, before it disappeared into the distance as fast as it went. He barely registered its form.

Looking at the shots, he was pleased with himself. But this wasn’t enough, as he patiently waited for the one that the crowd screamed for. A furious red Ferrari, blazing brightly. It carried a Number 1, property of the multiple world champion, Michael Schumacher. This one was a beauty, Lewis thought. It was danger all around. Even people who didn’t know what Formula 1 was about knew about Ferrari. The king among them all.

Lastly, an odd and cheery one came by. It was bright yellow, exuberant, easygoing, but maintaining the fierceness of its competitors. A Jordan, number 11, driven by Giancarlo Fisichella, who was exemplary and won his share of Grands Prix.

An oncoming battle between two cars served to make Lewis raise his camera quickly. The moment was beautiful as he watched the car on the offense expertly overtake round the outside, much to the joy of the spectators. Another perfect moment, for the memories.

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Lewis looked at a car in the hangar, which housed a pleasing number from various places. Today, he was looking at an old F1 car from decades ago. Something he heard about some of these cars was that they had a tendency to go fast at the cost of reliability and probably leaking oil everywhere. Lewis thought that was pretty stupid at times. Why would you willingly drive a car that was basically a hazard twenty-four hours a day?

Leaking oil when going fast...huh. That sounds dangerous. Wait, he thought. That’s pretty fitting for what I’m doing.

He got an excellent grade for that project, and even became featured within the school.

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- 04:11pm, 9 months ago. Lewis’ Flat, Principality of Monaco. -

An invitation for an installation piece in the Museum of Modern Art? About cars? What’s there not to love about it? Well, he had to do something better, it’s his passion after all. But most of his recent works have been about the environment and whatnot. He couldn’t refer to those. He looked over to one of his shelves that hosted his array of mementos and frames. Among all the modernity, one of the older photos stood out from them.

Two cars overtaking round the outside.

Perfect. Now all he had to do was get to work.

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- 10.27am. Museum of Modern Art , New York, United States of America. -

Lewis sat on the floor with Pete, discussing what lunch should be. They had been bouncing back and forth between Swedish, French and Italian restaurants.

“What do they have in French restaurants?”

“Bon bons?”

“I mean actual food…”

“...maybe we should go to the Swedish restaurant, man. It’s got...more stuff. You think...Bono?” Lewis said, proceeding to stretch on the floor. He huffed a little seeing his jacket being dirtied by floor dust,

Pete looked at him weirdly for a second before the unfamiliar name clicked. “You’ve been watching too much of those cars. ‘Bono’, really?” Pete put on a mocking voice to the best of his ability. “Copy that, box box, Lew-”

“I took it from the bon bons!”

“No you didn’t.”

Alright, Pete did see through him really easily. He had been watching F1 a bit too much the past few months while he was going about his business. There was a fella in there that liked to call his race engineer Bono.

“...Sorry about that. Let’s go to a Swedish one then.”

A pause. “...Yeah no sweat,” came the reply in the same Bono-like voice. Lewis tried to swat at Pete playfully.

There was a short moment of silence between the two of them before Lewis piped up in a softer voice. “Do you ever think I could have been a racing driver? Since I really like cars and all. Ah man, I should've just kept driving.”

Pete thought about it. “You did say you did karting when you were young. I think you’d do pretty fine, since you’re pretty good at everything else too. I think you’ll even be doing this on the race week itself if you wanted to.” He motioned to the ceiling.

No response from the other man. Pete noted that Lewis was looking intently at the car pieces that hung above, a mildly wistful look in his eyes. He’s worked with many people in his life, but Lewis stood from the rest as one with lofty goals he would sacrifice a lot for. Even in this, there was no shortage of passion for the things that he wanted to do, both for himself and the people around him.

“Let’s go to a go-kart track when we’re free.” Pete said, adjusting his glasses. He wasn’t one for many of his friend’s many hobbies that were more on the extreme scale, but it didn’t hurt to try.

Lewis broke from his daze, eyes widening. “Seriously? I thought you didn’t like my stuff. You said it was crazy”

“Well...you wouldn’t stop telling me how fun it is. And it does sound fun. I can probably do it, but I’m bad at driving. And you get to go fast, too. Win-win for the both of us. 7-time celebration.”

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Notes : I had no idea Lewis had an RC car. I just wanted to write it in until I realised it felt wrong to write something non factual. By chance, he actually had one! He apparently also studied in Cambridge Arts and Science College. Thanks Lewis! Writing this just got 20 times easier when you’re around.

I was thinking of this, tbh.

https://www.reddit.com/r/interestingasfuck/comments/csuqja/exploded_view_of_mercedes_f1_car_the_components/

#writing #lmao yea i'm just scratching my itch for installation art stuff and also background painting #here's a fic i guess #another-world lens

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xiu21chen99 · 4 years

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hxh headcanon!!

/imagine ofc!! everyone expected another, i hope shhdjdkf

umm... my art?? I'll be transferring it to digi-art tomorrow or sth but uh be nice pls, im new to dis

the art is related to the hc,,, anYWAYS DARK CONTINENT ARC TIMELINE and... TW! blood, violence and death. this is what i envision the "battle for hisokas head" arc story thingey would go

ON THE BLACK WHALE!

Hisoka has killed most of the spiders already, all that was left were Illumi, Kalluto, Chrollo, Shizuku and Bonolenov (bc the latter three formed a group truce rmmbr)

he decides to save the Zoldycks for last so he hunts for the mf who mangled his face and literally killed him

Hisoka makes quick work of killing Bono and Shizuku (nooo my bby ;-;)

Chrollo and he have a sort of stalemate stance bc they're in a discrete room in the Black Whale, they're meters apart and they're literally just walking in a circle to see who'd make the first move

Bono and Shizuku's bodies are in the same room

Illumi comes in with Kalluto in tow and the two siblings stop dead in their tracks to watch

that's when Hisoka moves in for the kill

but Chrollo counters w a spell he pulled from his book- an explosion erupts, tho it's a small, kind of controlled one but still, everyone in the room are forced back

Hisoka's thrown to a wall while the other three skid back on the feet

the emergency alarms ring in the room, the automated doors move to close

Illumi and Kalluto make eye contact before Kalluto runs for it, Illumi goes to block the door when he left, making sure Chrollo doesn't follow suit before walking towards Hisoka

"what are you doing?" Chrollo asks when Illumi helps the clown to his feet.

"oh, did i not tell you?" Illumi pulls out a few needles from his outfit "Hisoka has also commissioned for your head, but only under the circumstance where he could see."

"no, you forgot to mention that." Chrollo humors, book in hand and a forced smile on his lips

"oh this should be fun," Hisoka adds beside him, cracking his neck with a sinister grin

"i take it you were serious about the... engagement ring you mentioned earlier?" Chrollo asks as he flips to a page in his book

"quite, yes. i have already told my brother to not contact our parents about it, hence why he was with me up until now." Illumi explains, pins glowing with violet nen

"how boring, i had hoped you'd at least introduce me to my in-laws before we get on with it." Hisoka teases, cards in hand

"disgusting." Chrollo sneers, and the tension in the room snaps.

There's another explosion, quite bigger and definitely stronger. Illumi blocks the stray debris from his eyes with a hand, squinted eyes taking in everything that was to see.

Hisoka was still beside him though his head was snapping from left to right trying to navigate their common target

There's whispering, then Chrollo's puppets appear behind them, seeming to have grown from the concrete ground

they were mindless pawns, Hisoka gladly kicked them all til they returned to dust

what came next were Bono and Shizuku, though Illumi could have sworn they were dead earlier

"it's a stolen power, they might still be able to use their nen." Hisoka warns, and as if to prove his point Shizuku attacks Illumi with Blinky

"cut off their heads!" Hisoka yells, disappearing into the still present dust cloud of the post-explosion

Shizuku was the easier target, death made her think that vacuum of hers was a sword. Illumi pins her to the wall and snaps her head off

Bono was more clever, he hid in the dust and used his whistle like body to distract Illumi from where he actually was

Then he attacks when he had his back turned to him

But Illumi soon gets the hang of it, whips back to his right to catch Bono mid jump, and crushes his neck like paper

He drops the twice killed body and wipes his hands on his pants

There's strong aura somewhere in the room, so he follows his instincts through the smog

Another explosion, but this time actual smoke builds up in the room, triggering the fire alarms and the sprinklers

"you fucking bitch!"

"you should have stayed dead, Hisoka!"

Illumi follows the voices and now obvious sounds of fighting

as the smoke clears, he sees multiple figures go after who he assumes was Hisoka. Logically speaking, he was the only target of those useless puppets

Illumi jumps to his feet to help him, throwing pins at the three running to Hisoka at stumbling speed

He lands behind Hisoka with grace, feet as silent as ever.

the smoke is nearly gone now, so when Illumi turns to see if Hisoka was alright he's shocked to find a rock figurine, roughly formed to Hisoka's shape and build

"Hisoka-"

"i can't believe you fell for that" Chrollo says behind him, but Illumi has already sent needles flying his way

"what did you do?"

unprepared, Chrollo's sent to the wall, hands pinned and spread. there were matching pins buried deep into the palms of his hands making him unable to move

"I just killed the bastard who shouldn't have come for my friends."

his hands needed to touch something to detonate. with two more pins each added to his hands (and two more to each of his feet), Chrollo's made to float with Illumi's Manipulation

(hc power here bc i think he could do this, but he only saves it for special occasions or enemies lol)

Illumi pulls forth a mind control needle amd jams it into Chrollo’s forehead, “answer my questions, and answer me truthfully"

"what did you do to Hisoka, you could not have killed him in that short amount of time. I should have been able to sense something if you did. he is not in this room, so where is he?"

Chrollo groans, "he's trapped in the room i laid out for him"

"explain."

"i stole some random passenger's teleportation ability. its' condition is to only be able to open a portal if the room's closed and only has one door. i opened the portal and left him in the in between."

"you have been planning this, correct?"

"i only came up with it when Shizuku encountered the man with this power. he's still alive of course, but if i kill him then his nen portals would cease, and Hisoka will be trapped in that limbo forever."

"and nen after death..?"

"he adores the spiders, he surely won't hold a grudge if i killed him for this."

"this is a well executed plan." Illumi complements despite the situation

"thanks."

"open the portal, bring him back."

"why should i?"

Illumi grabs another pin from his shirt, this time giving it a lick before jamming it into Chrollo's arm

"i am already annoyed at how everything has turned out, just pull Hisoka out of the portal."

life slowly drains from Chrollo's eyes, as he goes limp against Illumi's pins that kept him afloat and away from any possible detonation medium

Chrollo-puppet, now on his own two feet, pulls out his book and flips to a page. The wall behind him opens, the metal folding out as if crumpled then Hisoka walks out, in shock. The wall closes silently, as if it never opened to begin with

Hisoka snaps out of it quickly, lips curving into a pleased smile, "nice work, Illu!"

Illumi waves a hand dismissively. "would you like to do the honors?"

"ooh~ don't mind if i do," Hisoka pulls out a card from somewhere and approaches the still Chrollo.

Illumi walks to a wall to lean against it, knowing Hisoka would take his time.

"you've married an idiot, Illumi Zoldyck." a voice said beside him, and he snaps his head up to see Hisoka's killing slash

"wait-"

But it was too late

another explosion, this time strong enough to blow the doors open and the walls broken

Illumi's once again pushed to the wall, back through the metal it poked him with blisters

As the dust settled for a third time, Chrollo stood in the middle of the room, unharmed and unpinned.

Under his foot, Hisoka. Dead?

"no-" Illumi coughs, dust filling his lungs

Illumi stumbles to the pair as Chrollo backs away, to the door now open

"Hisoka-" he falls to his knees beside the man, cradles the head to his lap. This was real, this was really Hisoka. he felt it- he felt the last ebbs of his presence fade along with the explosion.

He was really dead...

Was his Bungee Gum/after death nen a one time thing?

He was so stupid, he should have noticed that Chrollo was a fake. It had been too easy. Fuck.

Hisoka coughs, and Illumi zeroes in on it, on the way his once steady chest heaves with labored breaths. "Hiso- Hisoka?"

"Illu..." he drawls, unable to say it clearly

"what do i do?"

"ta... take m-" he coughs again, "take my heart, Illu."

"what do you mean?" Illumi presses a hand to the side of Hisoka's neck, trying to find a pulse

"this is my nen condition-" heave- "Bungee gum will help me get the engagement ring to you. it's in my heart, literally-"

"Hisoka, you are not making any sense-"

"just kill me already, illu-" cough- "and carve out my heart. you'll find the ring there."

"o-oh" Illumi's eyes widen

"do it, illu. before my-" heave again "nen runs out."

Hisoka's smiling. his glamour of texture surprise has worn off already, so his nose-less, peeling face stared back at Illumi

"go on, love."

with no other choice, Illumi elongates his nails and digs into the crevice between Hisoka's rib cage. his blood felt hot and sticky between his fingers, but Illumi dug deeper.

his heart was still beating though weakly, as if it still had a chance to live on

"bye, love." were Hisoka's last breathy words as Illumi pulls the organ out. It was shrouded in pink nen, Bungee Gum he thought, its distinct tint a permanent brand in Illumi's mind

gore slid down his hand, as illumi held it closer to his face for inspection

for a few fleeting moments it continued throbbing, but now it's stilled to a mere heart.

Illumi has done this method of killing before, but this is the first heart he thought held value

blood dripped from his hand down to Hisoka's smiling face, eyes open and gaze somewhere to Illumi's direction

as the Bungee Gum lifted, a ring popped out from an outward ventricle.

a bloody ring

how did he manage to do this?

despite the crimson, Illumi slips it to his ring finger with a grim smile

even after death, Hisoka still amazed him

He gently puts Hisoka's head to the ground, off his lap, and closes his golden eyes

Illumi's en grows with unbridled rage that it covered the whole ship. Chrollo is just a few hallways down

Bloodlust up in new heights, Illumi lets his presence explode, making sure nen and non nen users alike felt his hunger to kill

Finding Chrollo was too easy, but this time he's sure it was the real one. he was at the balcony, looking out into the sunset.

"i take it, you loved him?"

Illumi doesn't answer, instead walks closer with eery silence

"if you loved him then why didn't you tell him?"

one step forward, two, three. just a few more left.

"he wouldn't have reciprocated? blah, he was of peculiar taste, I'm sure he would've accepted you."

pins, needles, hell even a card he got from Hisoka. he threw all of it to Chrollo, aiming for where he was and the surrounding spots he could have gone to, to avoid them

pinned down and bleeding, Chrollo continues "or were you not aware you loved him until you saw him die right before your eyes?"

Illumi, more than once, said that assassins don't need friends. didn't have a need for anyone else but family.

but

"he was my friend. that's all there was to it."

Chrollo's head rolls to the balcony, falls off and to the sea. a king of hearts was placed where the head should be, engraved into the floor.

later that day, Illumi went back to the room where Hisoka was, to find Kalluto there. His kimono was bunched up by his hands to make sure blood didn't touch the ends.

"aniki, what happened here? where's danchou?"

"kallu, i want you to help me with something." Illumi said instead, "can you help me clean him up?"

"should we throw him overboard?" Kalluto gestured to Hisoka.

"no, i want to fix him up and find a coffin in this ship. i will bury him when we get back to the mainland."

"why?"

"because..." Illumi fiddled with the bloodied ring, "he was my husband."

for those of u confused don't worry, i am too. basically chrollo used a bomb dummy of himself and that’s the one hisoka killed but uh got him killed instead. shjsjfkf sorry if this was shitty it's 2:30am nd i just wanted to write this before i forgot. I'll fix it tomorrow hopefully

also the hc is the ring in hisokas heart thingey and maybe the room trap plan bc togashi wouldnt have introduced that bitch if he didnt plan on using him for the plot shjsjdkfkgl good night!

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thorne93 · 4 years

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The Stars Made Us (Part 22)

Prompt: In this world, you’re one of the “lucky” ones who got a soulmate, but what if the universe gives you more than you bargained for?

(Prompt challenge – You live in a world where your soulmate can write on their skin and you will get the writing on your own and vice versa. Where they can wash away the ink on their own skin, however, the writing is forever scarred onto your skin until you meet face to face)

Word Count: 1921

Warnings: angst and language throughout

Notes: This was supposed to be for @sorryimacrapwriter and their challenge like a year ago, I think? I still loved the prompt though and have been working on this story for quite some time. This aesthetic was made by @dontshootmespence, thank you so much! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes, couldn’t have done it without you, as well as @carryonmyswansong and @arrow-guy and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

Also, I’ve never really liked the whole soulmate AU thing idea, but this felt so right and it was amazing to write. I hope y’all love it too!!

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A week flew by and Stephen had read all of his materials. When he wasn’t reading one, you were reading it. You decided to go with him to the library to see if they would let you read some things.

“Mr. Strange and Ms. Y/L/N,” a man greeted politely.

“Uh… Stephen, please. And you are?”

“Wong,” he answered evenly.

“Wong. Just Wong? Like… Adele?” he joked and you couldn’t help but smile and laugh a tiny bit, trying to hide it. “Or… Aristotle. Drake. Bono. Eminem,” he continued to prattle off one named artists.

Wong took the books and examined them. “The Book of the Invisible Sun, Astronomia Nova, Codex Imperium, Key of Solomon. You finished all of this?” he asked, a bit incredulous.

“Yup,” he answered, knowing how it looked.

“Come with me.”

Stephen and you traded a look of intrigue before he said, “Alright.”

The two of you followed him into a room that sat down a few steps and every book was chained in a special book shelving unit.

“This section is for Masters only. But at my discretion, others may use it. We should start with Maxim’s Primer. How is your Sanskrit?” he asked as he walked around, gathering books.

“I’m fluent in Google Translate,” Stephen Responded and you shot him a look as if you were scolding him. He just shot you a smile.

Stephen found some books that seemed to be glowing and looked a bit more prestigious than the other books. When he asked about them, he was told they were the Ancient Ones private collection. Naturally, both you and Stephen assumed they were off limits and mentioned this to Wong. Wong said no knowledge is forbidden, only some practice. The only thing was the knowledge in those books were too powerful for anyone but the sorceress supreme to handle. Stephen pulled the book down and began reading. You glanced over his shoulder.

“That’s the book of Cagliostro. The study of time. One of the rituals was stolen by a former Master. A zealot called Kaecilius. Just after he strung up the former librarian, and relieved him of his head. I’m now the guardian of these books. So if a volume from this collection should be stolen again, I’d know it. And you’d be dead before you ever left the compound.”

You balked in response as Wong took the book back and refastened it in its chain holder. This Kaecilius seemed like a very bad character.

“What if it’s just overdue? You know? Any… late fees I should know about? Maiming, perhaps?”

You couldn’t help but snicker, trying to hide it, trying not to seem disrespectful

But Wong didn’t even make a face.

Stephen clearly thought the joke was funny and now felt uncomfortable from Wong’s hard gaze. “Uhm…Uh, you know, people used to think that I was funny.”

“Did they work for you?” Wong fired back and all laughing stopped. You made a face of surprise before laughing a lot louder now.

“Alright. Well, it’s been lovely talking to you, thank you for the books and for the horrifying story and for the threat upon my life.”Stephen and you gathered his books and began walking across the courtyard.

You were still laughing quietly.

“Shut up. You laughed too.”

“Yes, but you have to admit, he did catch you there.”

“I still think I’m funny.”

You pressed your lips together to keep from laughing and teasing him further.

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You stood in the courtyard, watching Stephen train with about twenty five or thirty other people. They were teaching him hand motions, how to move his body, how to clear his mind, and when it came time for him to cast magic, he was the only one in the group who couldn’t do it.

You felt sorry for him, but you also had a sense that he wasn’t giving his all to this. He was reading the literature, and he was attending all of the training, but he wasn’t connecting the two. He needed to connect with his soul, and he made it clear that he didn’t believe in that.

Later that night, when you two got done eating, Stephen started to head towards your bedroom but you began heading toward the courtyard.

“Where are you going?” he wondered.

You gestured with your head. “Come with me.” You swung by Master Mordo’s quarters and asked him to join you in the courtyard.

It was late at night, the moon hung high in the sky. It lit up the whole courtyard, as did flaming torches.

“Master Mordo, would you care to remind Stephen how to open up a portal?”

“Of course.” He walked over to the box of sling rings, opened them up, and gave one to Stephen. “Focus, visualize. Let yourself see the destination. See beyond what is right in front of you.”

Stephen nodded. “Got it, visualize it.” He held his left hand up, and spun his right hand. Only sparks appeared. He was already frustrated.

“Here,” you offered, holding out your hand. “May I try?” you asked both Mordo and Stephen at the same time.

Stephen gave you his ring and Mordo nodded. You slipped it on and thought of Charles’s kitchen. You focused, allowing yourself to really visualize being there, seeing the kitchen, smelling the smells… You held your left arm up, and began to use your right hand to spin in the air.

Sparks at first, and then, suddenly the sparks took shape, and made a circle, going bigger and bigger until you could see the entire kitchen. You couldn't believe you actually did it, so easily. You thought on your first try you’d fail, but you wanted to give it a go, to see if maybe you could unlock something to help Stephen with. But you never dreamed you get this close this fast. You were actually practicing sorcery, right this second and your mind couldn’t comprehend it, but you felt alive with promise and hope.

You were giddy with excitement both from the success of the spell and seeing a familiar sight, being this close to Charles.

“Very good, Y/N,” Mordo complimented. “How did you learn that so fast?”

“I’ve just been reading with Stephen. I applied what you said and what I’ve read.”

“How--How do you do that?” Stephen asked, stunned. “I’ve been trying for weeks and I can’t get anything and you try it one time for ten seconds and you can jump through portals?”

“I suppose the Ancient One was right about you.” He eyed you up and down. “I trust you to keep training him for this evening, hmm?”

You nodded. “Yes, Master Mordo.”

With that, he left, and you returned Stephen’s ring. “Here you go.”

“Teach me what you just did,” he ordered.

“I will, if you promise to open your mind.”

“I will. I am. Let’s just do this.”

You raised your brow, clearly not satisfied. “I’m serious, Stephen. If you don’t actually commit to this, believe in it, you won’t learn.”

“You don’t think I know that?” he barked at you and you gave him a stern look. He apologized. “I’m sorry. I know. Let’s try.”

And so you did, but he didn’t get much better. He still struggled, he still got frustrated. But you kept at it, night after night. You continued to bring him out into the moonlit courtyard and try to teach him in various ways to master the spells and magic he’d been taught. Sometimes it was from books you two had read, sometimes he had to really what the Ancient One had taught him.

But, despite your best efforts, his skill wasn’t improving. You felt like you were failing him and that caused a bout of guilt to build in you.

One night in your bedroom, you decided to take a break from practicing and get back to the literature.

“So, there you have it. What is a focal point?” you quizzed.

“A spot you focus intensely on. Come on, Y/N, really? We aren’t in undergrad getting quizzed for a final.”

“No, but clearly whatever I’m doing out there isn’t helping. Maybe if we just revisit the literature we’ll see something we missed.”

“We didn’t miss anything. I just can’t do this. My hands won’t work.”

“Stephen, it’s not about your hands--” you tried, exasperated.

“How is this not about my goddamn hands?” he questioned angrily and you sighed, taking a deep breath and closing your eyes.

“Alright. Okay, how about we take a break. Maybe this is too much, too fast. I’ve been like a drill sergeant and obviously that isn’t working.” You shut the book and put it on the desk behind you. “I’m sorry. I’m failing you.”

You hung your head in despair, wishing you could help, wishing you could do more.

“Hey,” Stephen said, putting his fingers under your chin. “You aren’t failing me. I’m failing you. You’re doing a lot here. I just can’t seem to get the hang of it, but that’s not your fault, it’s mine. Maybe if I wasn’t so stubborn.”

“Yeah, but then we’d have to wait for Hell to freeze over and we don’t have that kind of time.”

“Ooh, okay,” he responded with a bit of a chuckle. “Smartassed today, I see.”

“Just today? You’re slow on the game there, Sherlock.” You winked at him.

In an instant, the air changed.

For the first time since you met, the atmosphere wasn’t anything but tense, riddled with a desperate desire to break through the barrier of air that divided you and Stephen. Time stood still. All melted away. All you could see, smell, think about -- was the man in front of you.

He must’ve felt it too because his hand slowly moved from your chin to your hair, his other hand following suit. His eyes searched yours, for what, you weren’t sure. Permission perhaps, or perhaps he was trying to decide if he wanted to take this plunge. If he stepped over this line, he could never go back. He knew that this would almost surely bind you two. You would go from every other role you had held to -- his. All his. He was your soulmate, and you were his. This kiss would solidify everything he knew and everything he feared.

With your eyes searching his, you slowly raised your hands to wrap around his wrists. In a silent plea, you granted permission and he must’ve sensed the feeling in you because he didn’t waste another second.

His mouth crashed on yours and it felt as if it sent 1000 volts inside of you. His kiss spread out like the best medicine from your mouth to your toes. You saw stars behind your eyes and never imagined kissing him would feel this damned good. You never knew you needed this, but it was clear the instant it happened, that you in fact did.

He tasted almost warm, like spices used in baking. Clove, nutmeg, pepper.

Hunger seemed to ravage you both as you pressed more and more on each other.

All too soon, you pulled apart and he rested his forehead on yours briefly before kissing it, then rested his forehead against yours once more. Both of you were panting, smiling messes.

“I didn’t… expect that,” he admitted.

“The kiss?” you questioned.

“How...good and right it felt,” he clarified.

You pulled back, peering up at him with wondrous eyes before he pulled your face to him again, repeating the same amazing action.

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