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golden-cherry · 1 year

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deal - cl16 (1/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it's his apartment.

Chapter Summary: The best tactic to defend yourself from a stranger? Being dressed only in a towel and having a newspaper in hand, of course.

Warnings: google translated French (I didn't put the translations in the story, but there's a reason to it! maybe you'll figure it out through the series!)

Word Count: 3.1k

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A/N: here it is my friends! the first chapter! I'm not sure about tagging people. bad experience and stuff. I still hope you like it! feedback is appreciated! love ya.

The apartment is dead quiet when you get home. Tired, you flick on the kitchen light and toss your gym bag into your small bedroom before grabbing a wine glass from the shelf. You twist the cap off the cheap white wine sitting on the bottom shelf of the small fridge with your teeth, and spit it away. You wouldn't need the cap anymore. You would drink the bottle empty today.

The whole last week had been unbelievably lousy. Your boss had fired you for a mistake you weren't responsible for, and even though you didn't like working there, you were on the money.

A few months ago, you had moved to Monaco for that very job. You left your family behind. Built a new life here. Only to find yourself without a job, without opportunities, without prospects.

You sit down on one of the two chairs at the dining table and open your laptop. Since you were kicked out, the home page of your Internet browser has been searching for suitable job offers, but you haven't found anything yet. You're glad that you've put aside enough money every month to be able to keep this apartment for a few more weeks. And after that, it's either take the next best job, no matter how underpaid it is and no matter how unhappy it would make you, or move back in with your parents.

You'd rather live under a bridge than back with your parents.

Frustrated, you close the laptop. It's hard to find a job in Monaco unless you're already a big shot or born into a good family. And as a former, small-time magazine photographer, you're neither.

You leave the laptop and your sweaty gym clothes in the bedroom as you head to the bathroom for a shower. The warm water feels good on your skin and tense muscles. The lavender shampoo calms your senses and nerves a bit, but you can't flush that nagging lingering thought - what happens if you don't find a new job? - down the drain, unfortunately.

Ideally, you'd like to stay here, in Monaco. Why not? Life here is great and the people are so friendly that you don't even want to think about leaving it all behind. But the possibilities are limited. And time is running against you.

You step out of the shower, wrap your hair and body in soft towels, and walk out of the bathroom.

And just at that moment, the apartment door opens.

"What the hell?"

The young man suddenly standing in the hallway wrenches his eyes open at your words and winces. Apparently, he wasn't expecting anyone either.

"What the heck are you doing in my apartment?" you yell at him, grabbing the nearest object you could use to defend yourself from the intruder. Unfortunately, it's just a magazine from your old job. You roll it up and point it at him.

"In your apartment?" he asks, confused, dropping the large bag hanging around his shoulder to the floor. He doesn't take his eyes off you. It's like you're the crazy one standing in his apartment all of a sudden. "What do you mean?" He raises his hands placatingly as you take a small step toward him on bare feet with the newspaper.

"Are you stupid? What don't you understand about 'my apartment'?" Your voice sounds a little shrill. You roll the newspaper up tighter in your hands. Not that you can particularly do anything about the man. Just wrapped in a towel and with that little bit of paper. Besides, he's at least a whole head taller. And definitely stronger, judging by his stature.

The young man lowers his hand to let it disappear into his left pants pocket. You wave your arms behind your head - like Rapunzel with her frying pan. If he tried anything, you'd have enough momentum to maybe hurt him.

"Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you." He fishes something out of his back pocket and holds it up. Dangling from his finger is a jingling silver key. "This is my key. For my apartment. The one I bought." He enunciates each word one at a time, as if you're a child who must somehow be made to understand why two plus two does not equal five. Step by step.

You narrow your eyes. The newspaper stays in place behind your head. "I rented the apartment. A few months ago." You shift your feet apart a little to get a firmer footing. "If it really is your apartment, where have you been for the last few months?"

Confused, he looks at you as if you must know where he'd been. Then he rubs his forehead with his free hand. "Can I sit down? My day has been incredibly tiring and I'm exhausted." He takes a step toward the dining room table, where your wine glass still sits.

"If you take one more step, I'm going to scream."

He rolls his eyes, but stops anyway. "I'm too tired for this shit," he retorts, annoyed, running a hand through his brown hair. "This is my place. I don't know how you got in here or who's supposed to have rented it to you, but you pack your shit now and get out. Before I call the police."

"Why do you want to call the police? You're standing in my apartment!"

"This is not your apartment!"

Like two lions about to go for each other's throats, you stare at each other.

"You leave my apartment now before I call Joris and he throws you out," you threaten him. When he starts in with the cops, you continue with your landlord. If suddenly the cops are in your apartment, he would be informed either way. At least then you could give him a heads up if he really did call the cops.

Apparently your words triggered something in him, because he lowers his arms and his shoulders relax a little. "Joris? Joris Trouche?"

The fact that he knows your landlord's last name unnerves you enough that you lower your arms as well. The newspaper, however, you still hold in one hand. "How do you know Joris?"

The man no longer looks annoyed, but seriously confused. "Joris is one of my closest friends," he explains. "I bought the apartment in his name. Did he rent it to you?"

Friends? Bought it in his name?

"He did. A few months ago," you answer him. You're not facing each other like lions now, but rather like two deer who don't know exactly how to act. You chew on your lower lip, undecided about what to do.

"I'll call him." As the man pulls his cell phone from his back pants pocket, you can only stare at him in disbelief. If his Joris is really your Joris - what happens next? If he bought the apartment, will you have to move out? You have a valid rental contract. Will it be terminated then? Will you have to move under the next best bridge sooner than expected? Does Monte Carlo have any bridges?

"Good evening, Joris." You didn't even notice that he had already dialed the number. He's not holding the phone to his ear, but in front of his mouth, and you can see he's activated the speaker.

"Hi, buddy. Did you have a good flight?", Joris voice actually rings out.

Your heart stops for a moment and the newspaper falls out of your hand. The man takes one look at the paper and then at your face. "I did, thanks." He licks his lower lip once with his tongue. "I just arrived at my apartment. You know, my second apartment. The one that's in your name."

On the other side of the phone, it's suspiciously quiet. As if transfixed, you stare at the cell phone in his hand, hoping it's all a big mistake. That this already shitty week isn't about to get even shittier.

"I can explain." Fuck.

While Joris explains to his "buddy" what's going on - "I had rented out the apartment so that it wouldn't get miserably dusty. Besides, it would be completely stupid not to rent out a great apartment and let the money slip through your fingers. I couldn't have known you'd go there. I thought the apartment was only for emergencies." - you sit down at the dining table, still wrapped in your towel, and drink the rest of your wine in one go.

"C'est une urgence!" The man turns off the speaker and holds the phone to his ear. "Je ne peux pas et ne veux pas aller dans l'autre appartement! Tu sais pourquoi! Et maintenant, tu loues ma retraite sans m'en parler? Qu'est-ce que je vais faire maintenant, Joris?" His French is too fast for you to understand in the least. Judging by the wild flailing of his hand, he can't be saying anything good. He raises his hand, touches his thumb to his other fingertips, then holds it to his forehead. His face is flushed as he nags stressedly into the receiver, and you can even see the vein on his neck. "Je ne vais certainement pas à l'hôtel! Comme "pourquoi pas"? Parce que j'ai une résidence secondaire, espèce de crétin! Je peux difficilement l'expulser maintenant de l'appartment que tu lui as loué! Alors je suis le connard qui a jeté une jeune femme à la rue! Comment crois-tu que le gros titres vont suivre?"

While you understand a few words like hotel, idiot, woman - almost certainly meaning you - and headlines, your French is not so good, even after months in Monaco, that you could easily understand him.

"Je me fiche qu'elle soit sexy. Tu ne peux quand même pas laisser quelqu'un vivre dans mon appartement!" He puts his thumb and forefinger to his nose bone. "I'm really too tired for this, Joris. We'll talk tomorrow," he ends the conversation back in English and sits down in the chair across from you. He places the cell phone on the table before drumming his fingertips on the tabletop. "We'll summarize. You have a valid lease on my apartment. I have nowhere else to go. So I have to stay here. What's the plan?" He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms in front of his chest.

You stare at him. "I should put some clothes on first." Wordlessly, you get up and disappear into the bedroom before he can say anything back. You quickly change, slipping into a dark green Adidas sweater and comfortable yoga pants, and quickly comb your hair. When you leave the room, the man is no longer sitting at the table, but stands in the small kitchen and - cooks?

"I haven't eaten anything today," the man says without glancing in your direction. "And you still had some stuff in the fridge."

You reach for the wine bottle and pour some more into the glass before taking a big gulp. "And you think you could just grab my groceries and cook yourself something?" you ask snarkily. He acts like he's at home. Like this is his apartment.

Well, it is, in theory.

"I'm making two servings. For you and for me. I'm not a monster." He glances at you out of the corner of his eye as you lean against the fridge to watch him. "Maybe we should start over. Completely new." He turns the piece of chicken in the pan. "What's your name?"

"Y/N" You tilt your head. "And you?"

He furrows his eyebrows in confusion before giving the noodles in the pot a single stir. But as suddenly as the confusion was on his face, it's gone just as quickly. "Charles."

Scharl. The French pronunciation of Charles. And you have to admit, it suits him. As he cooks, you watch him, racking your brains on how to proceed now.

The apartment is small, but living with two people in it could work. One would sleep in the bed, the other on the couch. There would have to be a bathroom plan. And a cleaning schedule. And-

"Can you pour me a drink, too, please?" asks Charles, spreading the food on two plates. He sets them on the table and pulls two forks out of a drawer.

"What would you like? Wine?" When he nods, you take a second wine glass and pour him the last of your wine. As he sits down, you look at him skeptically.

Charles raises his eyebrows. "What is it?"

You tighten your mouth into a thin line. "That's my seat."

"Well, there's another chair. Why don't you take that one?"

Uncertainly, you teeter from one foot to the other. You don't want to seem like a crazy person, but in the few months you've lived here, you've always sat in the same chair. You want to keep it that way.

When you don't move, he rolls his eyes, but then sits down in the chair across from you. "Better?"

His food tastes better than expected. To be honest, it tastes better than anything you've ever cooked. But you don't tell him that, of course.

"I don't know how much you overheard of my conversation with Joris" - you overheard everything, you just didn't understand anything - "but I'm afraid I have nowhere else to go. Personal reasons." He pokes at his chicken for a moment. "And I don't want to put you out on the street, either, of course. I can't at all. After all, you have a valid lease and I can't just kick you out, even if it is my apartment." He looks up from his food and looks at you. His eyes are an impossibly beautiful green.

"What do you say we live here together? Just until my situation eases up," he suggests. Before you can say anything, he continues speaking. "I know the apartment is small and there's only one bed, but if we agree on cleaning and shopping and everything, I'm sure we can work it out."

There's a sparkle in his eye. You'd like to know why he can't go to his other apartment. Why he can't go to a hotel. Why he absolutely has to go to his second apartment. But he said himself it was an emergency. And you've known each other for what? An hour? Even if you asked, he certainly wouldn't tell you.

Private is private.

And maybe it's not permanent. True, you could say on your own that you could go to a hotel, but on what money? For sure you could negotiate with Joris. You move out and stop paying rent. But what if you happen to find a job after all? Then you'd have to look for a new apartment again, because hotels in Monaco aren't exactly cheap. And you certainly won't get a cheaper apartment than this one.

"All right."

Charles doesn't seem particularly surprised, but relieved nonetheless. More like his suggestion wasn't a suggestion, but a fact you'd have to agree to. Which makes you very uneasy.

Maybe he's the kind of guy who takes advantage of his looks to trick young women like you and then murder them in their sleep. Or maybe he'll drug you and sell you to the nearest human trafficker. Or-

"Then maybe we should talk about the sleeping arrangement." He takes a sip of wine and screws up his face. "I thought this was dry wine."

"Dry wine is gross."

Charles exhales audibly. "That's debatable. Whatever." He puts the glass back, but a little farther away than you had put it earlier. "You can sleep in the bed for all I care. I'll sleep on the couch. It shouldn't be that uncomfortable. Except - if it's okay with you - sometimes I'd like to sleep in the bedroom to save my back." His offer sounds reasonable. Once you fell asleep on the couch from fatigue. You could have saved yourself the backache the next day.

"No problem." You smile kindly at him. "Thanks. For letting me have the bed, I mean." And for not kicking me out.

He nods before standing up, taking the two empty plates and placing them in the sink. Charles turns around, hands braced on the ledge behind him. "We can wash this tomorrow, if you like. I'm too tired for that now. And you don't seem like you're particularly up for it right now, either."

He's right. Although your fingers are itching to wash the dishes and put everything in its place, you're so exhausted from the day and the terror of suddenly having a stranger in your apartment that you could fall asleep standing up. So you just nod.

"I'll just go brush my teeth. Then you can go to the bathroom."

Charles sticks his thumb up before you disappear into the bathroom and quickly get ready for bed. Thank goodness you cleaned the whole apartment yesterday, so you don't have to worry about things lying around or dirt.

As you exit the bathroom, Charles is settling into the couch. "I grabbed the second set of bedding from the closet in the hallway. You certainly don't need that, do you?" he asks. You shake your head. "Great. I sleep without an alarm clock until 9 most nights. So would be great if you could keep it down until then. The walls aren't very thick, I'm afraid." He spreads out the comforter while you stand in the room, still unsure, watching him. "Do you have to go to work tomorrow? No? Great. Then we can talk about the rest tomorrow. About cleaning and stuff. We'll figure it out." His smile is almost infectious as he pushes past you to go to the bathroom. "Good night, Y/N."

Just before he closes the bathroom door behind him, you see him pull his shirt over his head and his back muscles move under his tanned skin.

Just at that moment, your cell phone rings. Without looking to see who's calling, you push the caller away. There is only one person who could be calling at such a late hour. And you definitely don't want to talk to that person.

A few minutes later, you're lying in bed with the covers pulled up to your chin and the door locked for safety - you never know - and you're racking your brains about what needs to be sorted out tomorrow. And whether the whole thing might not have been a stupid idea after all.

Living with a complete stranger? Who could possibly kill you in the night? Or worse - could put you out on the street from one moment to the next?

You turn on your side, one hand tucked under your cheek, the other between your knees.

Maybe Charles is nice enough and living together works out great. Maybe you'll even become friends. Anything is possible.

And apart from that - you don't have any other choice.

Neither of you can go anywhere else. You both need this apartment.

That you both also need each other, you don't know at this point.

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tokoyamisstuff · 7 months

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Yandere! Buggy Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

Ask, and you shall recieve!

"The Self-Indulgent Yandere wants to be worshipped by their Darling. They’re selfish, satisfying their own desires and whims without restraint. They act according to what they want rather than thinking of what’s best for themselves or others. They want their Darling to pamper them and often express impatience when gratification is delayed. They have a “me first” attitude and become disgruntled when having to do something that isn’t on their agenda." [x]

Warnings: A lotta Red Flags, y'all know what you're in for.

Notes: GN! Reader, Not Proofread

A/N: I'm not very good at that trope and it's like 4am, so please bear with me.

SFW

Buggy is pretty much the standard case of "masked inferiority complex". His brain literally cannot not comprehend the possibility of someone being actually nice to him without an ulterior motive.

So when you're showing even the tiniest bit of affection towards him, he sees it as mockery or act of self-preservation. Because surely you are as afraid and disgusted as everyone else, right?

Yet when you don't stop being genuinely nice to him he'll quickly get addicted to your interactions - and his little crush irritates him beyond belief. How dare you making him so soft after the decades he had spent to built this defensive wall around himself!

This mess of a man is literally overchallenged with complex emotions, especially when they don't revolve around himself. Love and connection are just foreign to him. Doesn't know whether to kill or kiss you at first. Decides he wants the latter, your luck (or is it?).

No, it is too good to be true. But hey, he decides that if he cannot love you he can at least possess you! That's more his style!

If you're not part of his crew already he will certainly kidnap you without question. Shall someone close to you try to save you, bad news they're not going to live long. He may spare them though, if you beg hard enough.

Life on the ship will be pretty lonely, since Buggy will punish or kill even his own men out of a whim, shall they ever interact with you more than necessary.

He's basically like a big child, constantly needing to take care of - only if you fail with him, it might've deadly consequences (for everyone but you of course). So you need to always be on high alert and tiptoe around him, choosing your words wisely and so on...your opinion and actions mean so much to him he'd destroy whole countries just to impress you.

Will carve his initials into your skin, barely deep enough for it to scar. He doesn't particulary enjoy seeing you in pain, but doesn't feel remorse either. It was simply a quick idea of his, wanting to mark you as his property. Does the same on his own skin to calm you down.

Closeness is his biggest weakness with you, even eyecontact a hard task when right next to you. Kissing is completely off the table, yet he might to it when you're asleep or only on the top of your head. It's just how insecure he feels about his appearance.

Constantly feels the need to perform in order to gain your approval if not even affection, yet does it with very questionable actions like blowing up a whole village for your sake and gifting you all of it's riches.

His actions will be very ambivalent: On the one hand he'll shower you with attention and gifts, on the other he can be very cruel if your behavior isn't exactly what he wished for.

Like he could gift you some expensive jewlery and give a great speech about what he did to get it for you, but when you don't react as he expected he'll have a violent ourburst - other crewmembers will have to suffer for it, though.

While he'd never physically hurt you most of the time, his tongue however can be very sharp. The man is simply great at manipulating. Will gaslight you into utter submission given time.

When drunk he'll show his more vulnerable site. Will stumble into your room and sneak under the covers with you, showering you in compliments and affirmations he usually never say aloud. Acts like nothing happened the next day, sadly.

NSFW

Oh, this man is starved. And guess who's his favourite meal. It's hard to restrain oneself with that mixture.

Buggy loves to show off his precious s/o, forcing you into sinfully short costumes for the show - will kill anyone daring to stare at you for longer than he approves of, however.

Has you restraint in the most unholy positions, a twisted version of contortionism or so he says - but let's be real this is more for his personal entertainment than the actual show. It's like foreplay for him.

This man has no shame. Has thought about fucking you right in front of an audience more than once - but on the other hand he wants to keep the sight of your naked body only to himself.

Besides drinking, sex is one of his favourite ways to let off some steam. Whether you're in the mood or not is irrelevant, he knows you'll oblige eventually.

Basically takes you whenever and wherever he pleases, but his throne is his favourite place especially for blowjobs. Makes him feel all high and mighty.

You'll learn to read his mood simply from the way his steps sound when on the way to your room. More often than not heavy steps are followed by the door slamming open, Buggy eagerly throwing you onto the next best surface and using you like a fuckdoll.

Might use harsh words you during the act, reminding you how sick you are for letting a freak like him do all of those things to you.

Since he hates being vulnerable, you're not allowed to touch him most of the time. Maybe in the heat of the moment his lips might crash over yours, but he's quick to regain his composure.

Rather bends you over some furniture, your face pressed against a treasure map he forgot to wipe off the table as he roughly pounds into you.

Is very feral during the act. Not that he is sadistic or something, more like erratic. Also, it's a form of communication for someone that doesn't know how to put his feelings into words. Wants you to look at him? Janks your hair. Wants to show that you're his? Leaves a bitemark. Actual violence is off limits though.

Fucking you in front of a mirror to see you actually enjoy it despite everything is probably the best feeling in the world for him.

Is surprisingly great with aftercare, possible due to the rush of hormones or maybe even a bad conscience, who knows? Would never admit it, though, claiming he only does it as a reward and because he needs you in good shape in general.

Still, he never leaves immediately after the act. Will stay and dwell in what he thinks to be a fake proximity, hands ghosting a bit longer over your tender skin and inhaling your scent. It helps him feel as if you were just an ordinary couple - at least for a while.

#lately I've been cringing at my own writing idk #Buggy / Reader #Buggy x Reader #Buggy The Clown #Buggy OPLA #Writing #Self Insert #Headcanons

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komitomi · 1 year

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Fateful Encounter. // Chapter i.

Neteyam x F!reader

prologue || chapter ii || chapter iii || chapter iv || chapter v English will be in italics from this chapter onwards! word count: 2.8k

A/N: neteyam is refered to as blue boy or just boy when he is directly interacting with the reader, however he will be refered by his name when he's not, writing in this narration is kind of difficult so it's confusing but I'll try my best to clear them up in authors notes.

After 3 months of training on Pandora, Aria decided that you were good enough to be sent out, she told you that you had to go further than your peers, towards the sun's direction, where there will be water Na'vi, and look for Jake sully there, if he isn't there, then you should form good connections with the people there.

Individual but small aircrafts have been built for you guys to travel in, you were expecting to be assigned a partner but since the number of avatars were odd you were left out to be the only one, but that didn't discourage you, you just felt alone that's all.

The aircraft was spacious, easy to control (you have received training for this too), and it didn't emit any sounds to which you were surprised with, apparently the engine was made from a material native to pandora which cancels noise, they did this so the loud sounds of engine turning doesn't scare the animals or the Na'vi.

You just packed all your stuff and threw it in your aircraft which was parked outside before heading on inside the lab, removing your oxygen mask and going towards the link units, you looked at Aria before questioning.

“Won't I be too far away from my host body? Will I still be able to move?” you ask and she immediately answers “Yes, there will only be delay in consciousness transfer, what takes 15 seconds might turn into a minute or two, however you'll be just fine considering eywa connects all things together, which means you will be able to move just as fine.” she finishes off making you nod.

One thing that you noticed was how the scientists here actually believe in the existence of eywa and acknowledge it, you thought it was just another religion like back on earth, but for the last 3 months you trained here, you saw extensive research and connection between the life of pandora, it seemed like a neural network of roots which connected all beings together, it was like a system, actual proof of an entity made you quickly change your views as well. You snapped out of your thoughts and quickly got into the link unit.

You open your eyes in the avatar body and got up, you were inside a camp, you look around and see few others waking up too, the sound of the gates opening takes your attention before you making your way to your own aircraft, it was perfectly sized for a singular avatar body to travel, it was more spacious for humans though. You get inside quickly wasting no time, you notice Miss Aria looking at you and you smile at her which she returns, you start the engine and the aircraft lifts itself off the ground, swirling the surrounding air, once you are decently far away in the sky you look down at the scientist camp before breathing deeply, “I got this.” you mutter to yourself before pressing the accelerator and setting off.

You were told to follow the sun's direction to which you obeyed and did, and after a few hours of travelling the sun started disappearing behind the big planet, you panicked until you realised you were probably close to the water civilization, after 30 minutes the sun had set completely, your aircraft turned on its automatic camouflage mode, hiding in the dark sky, you looked down and saw hundreds of islands and noticed few dim lights coming from what looked like camps on at the edge of an island.

Bingo, it seems you have reached the water Na'vi area, as you heard from others, they live on water, building tents around the flow of it rather than living on the land, you noticed how the tents are on water but they have been tied to those strong root-looking branches stabilizing them. “if I land now at night they will definitely panic and start attacking.” you mutter to yourself, you caught the forest behind the island and decided you were going to land there and show yourself in the morning when the sun is up again.

You thought you landed safely unnoticed, but a certain person had noticed your aircraft from afar and decided to follow it, even though the camouflage made it difficult for him to spot the random stars disappearing and reappearing behind your space ship made it easier for him to follow. He didn't want to alert the other navi cause it looked like there would be no more than 4 people, he can take them on easily, he took his bow ready to go but was stopped by his father, Jake.

“Where are you going son?” he asked looking at his son holding a bow, neteyam didn't want to cause panic so he simply lied “Oh, it's just nothing, I was missing the forest way of living and wanted to check the forest behind this island.” he said and Jake simply nodded, “Don't cause any trouble alright?” he said and neteyam nodded before answering “Yes sir.” He then proceeded to make his way into the forest, he had lost track of you but luckily for him you were stupid enough to make a loud thump noise.

Noise travels further at eclipse than it does during the daytime, and with his heightened senses he was able to pinpoint where you exactly were, he was currently standing on a branch of tree, above you, studying you, it seemed that it was only you alone, he didn't knew RDA would be this stupid, mentally scoffing, he lined up his arrow and bow and aimed it to shoot towards you.

You were out of the aircraft looking around and taking in the scenery, you jumping down from it was what caused neteyam to follow your noise, but other than that, you were pretty careful with your step, trying to not make much noise, neteyam watched as you walked around, changing his aim to perfectly aim at your fatal point, when you finally stopped moving he took that as an opportunity and was about to release the arrow.

That was until an atokirina (woodsprite) rested on his arrow, he was shocked was an understatement, he had no idea where it even came from, their habitat was originally in dense forests, but what was it doing in a lesser dense forest behind the reefs? Heck, this was unknown and completely new.

He lowered his bow, taking his aim away from you and watched as the seed left the arrow it was resting on and towards your direction, he watched closely, the seed was floating around you, and when you noticed it, you immediately smiled, his heart fluttered at the sight, you knew what they were, they were seeds of the spirit tree, you encountered a few back in the forest you were training in but were confused to see one here, you quickly opened your hands so it can rest there.

“Hello there, it's surprising to see you here.” you spoke to it in Na'vi, he was surprised you knew how to speak it, of course RDA did train their troops to speak Na'vi to "communicate" with them. “What are you doing here? did you follow me? this isn't a usual habitat for you guys you know.” you spoke, he was so shocked at how you were speaking so casually, do you not know what they are? they carry eywa's energy in them and they are usually interpreted as a good sign, he notices how the seed dances around in your hands before you blow it away.

Neteyam decides to stop hiding himself and jumps down from the tree he was standing on, this causes a loud thud sound making you shriek as you turn to face the blue boy, he quickly rushes over to you and covers you mouth with his hand, “you shouldnt be here” he says with a hiss, and you gulp, scared by his demeanor, your heart was beating rapidly, that noise scared the hell out of you, you thought you were dead for sure.

“m-mmph—” you try to speak but you can't because his hand was covering your mouth, he notices and retreats his hand back, you pant, trying to calm your heartbeat and breathe normally, when you finally regain your composure you look at him, his face holding a stoic expression.

“You're out here alone eh? RDA must be stupid.” he scoffs at the end, “I- i am not from RDA” you say while maintaining eye-contact with him, he looks at you confused, you take a deep breathe before explaining. “I do not work for the RDA or anything associated with it, I work for another organization called Space and Earth Resources Organization, SERO, for short,” you take a break to look at his reaction, he doesn't seem to show any kind of emotion though, just looking at you bored, before you could speak he cuts you off. “You still belong to the sky demons.” he says with a scowl, “Ouch.” you say out loud, hurt by the word demon.

“Listen, we're here to prevent RDA from destroying this planet, we are trying out very best to make RDA drop their Pandora project back on Earth, we care, which is why we established a seperate organization, to help pandora, help the life here.” you finish what you were trying to say earlier.

“Don't make me laugh, that's actually so pathetic and entitled how you sky people decide when to play a hero or the villain, we do not need your help.” he says before turning around to leave when you stop him, “Please, the planet is in danger.” you say in a desperate voice, you grabbing his arm, he turned to look at you, your sad face.

“Ugh.” he lets out a huff before glaring at you, you look up to him, “fine, come then.” he says and grabs you by your arm and starts dragging you but you start resisting and pull away, “no! I can't, it is eclipse, it will cause panic, later at daytime I will appear.” you say, you were right, although he hates to admit it, he scoffs at you and just shrugs his shoulder.

“Fine, stay here.” he says and leaves before you could say anything, confused by this encounter you make your way back to your aircraft and get inside, you open a medium sized box which was given to you by your dad before you left to Pandora, you open it and look at the contents inside it, some polaroid pictures and your deceased mom's necklace, you quickly take the necklace and tie it around your neck, the pendant falls right between your collarbones, you take the polaroids out and graze your fingers over them, the family pictures bring a smile to your face.

You slowly drift off to sleep in your avatar body, tired from the journey, but you wake up in your human body, it took longer than it usually does since the body was far away from your location, you push the lid away and get down, noticing that you were the last one to wake up.

“Did you finally reach your location?” you hear someone ask and you turn around to see Miss Aria and you simply nod, “I didn't seek out to the people yet since it is dark, didn't want them to start panicking.” you say and Aria gives you a gentle smile “Good decision.” she says.

“Come let's go eat.” she says and you smile before following her, you have to keep this body energized for you to stay longer in your avatar, you follow Aria to the dining hall located in the camp, after getting your food, you sit down to eat.

Unbeknownst to you, your avatar body was slowly being surrounded by reef forest predators, luckily you were in your aircraft which acted as a shield for you and you were safe, however one launched suddenly making the glass crack but not break.

Neteyam watched down from the tree, he never left, he just pretended to, he was actually worried for you, he wasn't sure why he was saving you either, in fact he was really annoyed.

He could just let you die, let the reef forest predators eat your avatar body and you will die but the words you told him earlier sounded promising, he hated the sky people, the only ones he tolerated were the ones who stayed behind after the first war, he wasn't particularly close with them, just on neutral terms, but still he wasn't sure why he was helping you.

Could you really help them? Is your organization really different from RDA? Or will you turn out the same and kill his people? All types of questions flooded his brain, he was too occupied with his thoughts until he heard a muffled scream and looked down, it seemed you had woken up finally realised the danger you were in.

You didn't really expect to wake up in a life threatening situation, you got jump-scared by the predator launching at you as soon as you opened your eyes in your avatar body.

You let out a scream of course, because honestly, no matter how rational of a person you are, being scared like that will rip one out but you were able to muffle it with your hand, suddenly you see an arrow hit the predator, which causes the other predators to panic, shriek and growl, until you see another arrow flying in, hitting another one, you see the blue guy from earlier jump in and growl at them, the predators realised they were powerless and scurried off in different directions, you open the aircraft and made your way down carefully.

You looked at the animals that were shot before noticing how he was chanting something, you figured out he was apologizing and asking them to rest in peace, you go up to him and clear your throat, making him turn to look at you,

“Uh thank you so—” before you can finish off thanking him he growls “This is nothing to be thankful about, it is sad, very sad, you are stupid, so stupid, poor souls had to die.” he looks down on the predator before taking it's life to end the misery.

“I am sorry, I didn't know.” you say and look down, feeling guilty but he just stares at you, “you should be, you're stupid and ignorant, like a child!” he hisses, this makes you frown, you watch him get up and make his way to the other one, “well then why did you save me? should've just let me die, the glass would've broken and they could've had a feast.” you ask annoyed, he stops midway and turns to look at you. He stares at you for a while before letting out a sigh, “Why did I save you?” he repeats your question, you nod and he gets lost in his thought process before looking up at you again.

“Because, you have a kind heart.” he says, taking you by surprise, “a kind heart?” you ask and he nods, “Yes, a kind and strong heart, wanting to care for others, like you said earlier.” he finishes off.

Before you could say anything you hear rustling around you and you notice that the people from the village had come, having heard the commotion earlier, the sun finally starts showing again, basking everything in light once again, you notice how the people here are different, they have more greenish skin and blueish eyes, they surround you and the blue boy you were with. Until you notice another blue person standing out from the rest, your heart starts beating frantically, it was jake sully, so he was here? what are you going to do now?

“What is the meaning of this?” you hear jake sully speak, and shivers run down your spine, god you were intimidated by the aura of him and the people, before you can speak the blue boy cuts you off, “Dad, I can explain.” he says you were shocked, 'dad'? he is the son of jake sully?

“You better, boy.” he says with a stern voice you watch as you watch the younger boy keep his head down, he lifts it up before looking at you and takes a deep breath.

“There has been a sign.” that's all he said before jake understood what he meant, “And what exactly was the sign?” he asks, raising his eyebrow.

“An utokirina (woodsprite).” he says making jake confused, “But their habitat is in dense forests.” he says and the boy nods, “That is what was confusing, it landed on my arrow before I was about to shoot it at her, and then floated towards her, I would never lie about this.” he says, jake is taken aback by that revelation.

You were shocked on the other hand, ‘‘he was trying to kill me? what the hell’ you have never been more thankful for that woodsprite, it legit saved you from death, otherwise you would've ended up with an arrow to your heart.

“I see.” you hear another voice say, you turn to look at him, he was much bigger with tattoos covering him.

“Take her to the tsahik.”

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@violet-19999 @siriuslysmoking @sweetirilly @neteyamforlife @boilingpots !!!

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look-how-they-massacred-them · 10 months

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Preliminary Poll

Newton Pud

Submission reason:

1. he was in (arguably) the worst/most buggy game in the trilogy, personally i think its a good game as long as you remember to back up your save regularly (lest all your progress and projects randomly corrupt), but most disagree with me. there was 6 years before the next game in the franchise, and many consider this to be the reason why/the one that "killed LittleBigPlanet". 2. if i had to guess, some head of the games writing (idk how all that works 100%) had just played portal 2 and decided that they needed to add wheatley to their game. it was early enough in that it didn't *totally* ruin his character, but the inspiration is obvious and only *kinda* works. its like they didnt understand how/why wheatley was an idiot but still likable and instead just settled for CONSTANTLY making EVERY CHARACTER call Newton an idiot, even though as show in-game, he's just not. he just easily cracks under pressure and reached a point where he was willing to do anything to impress people, including but not limited to *kidnapping a small child and tricking them into summoning demons with him, leading him getting possessed*. side note, theres a total of 1 (one) character who doesn't call him stupid, and only because he doesn't mention him at all. fans shipped them to hell and back (understandable). 3. most of his story is briefly mentioned and never elaborated on. arguably the most important piece of his backstory, his parents being world-renowned for their intelligence and him flunking out of school, is in a co-op only level that only briefly mentions it (and implies he was just stupid rather than the much more obvious reason of anxiety regarding living up to his parents (and implied the ENTIRE WORLDS) expectations of him). 4. the ending, possibly the most insulting part. after we see a cutscene of the last remaining Titan (the previously mentioned demons) playing into his insecurities, calling him "Nothing! You're nothing. All you are is a big embarrassment! […] Ooh, look at me, I'm Newton! Everything I make turns out rubbish! […] My dad's a legend but I'm an incompetent oik!", they're finally defeated and he's saved by the player characters (Sackboy, Oddsock, Toggle, and Swoop). they free fall out of the tower the Titans built but are luckily caught by Newton's dad Capt. Pud, who proceeds to berate his son and treat him like a child. he just saved their lives, you'd think he'd express a little concern before anger. They then ride the aircraft to his moms house, where Newton builds a PORTAL BETWEEN DIMENTIONS for the player character gang to visit a party, which he asks to join. they all look at him with disgust. continued in the dlc The Journey Home, they proceed to call him stupid one last time because the calibration of the DIMENTIONAL PORTAL HE BUILT HIMSELF was slightly off and sent them to different parts of the right world. it wasn't even that off, there were all in the right general area, but they just had to remind us how much of a moron he is. another side note, it's mentioned a few times that he hates his parents (or at least his mother), but the ending has them living together even though Newton has his own place. look, i understand that this is a game for kids and i shouldn't expect him to cut off his family, even with how they tend to treat him, but if they weren't going to commit they shouldn't have written him like that.

Propaganda:

play Sackboy: A Big Adventure available on ps4/ps5 and pc (epic games and steam). if you need encouraging watch the opening cutscene on youtube just trust me

#look how they massacred them poll #look how they massacred my boy #newton pud #little big planet #little big planet 3 #little big planet newton

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yanderend · 1 year

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Male Yandere Worshipper x Gender Neutral Reader

Kazuo, The Worshipper ; First Encounter

Requested by an anon

The Worshipper has a fragile heart, it doesn't take much for him to break down.

His home is especially strict, with rules that complicate even the smallest of tasks— and that's overwhelming enough, but with the harassment he gets at school and work he's always at the brink of an emotional meltdown.

So one morning, when he's preoccupied with watching his step in an alleyway slightly overgrown with nature he bumps into you.

Realising that he's managed to knock you down, he immediately panics! Today's already been particularly stressful, and now he's hurt a total stranger!

'Oh no oh no— I'm so sorry, please forgive me...' Kazuo pleads, knealing down to help you up. 'It wasn't on purpose, I swear! I-' He's on the verge of hyperventilating, so you quickly say something to help.

'Oh, hey, no, it's okay!' You hush, picking yourself up with his assistance. 'It was my mistake, I was in a rush...'

You dust yourself off with one hand, and keep holding onto him with another.

The Worshipper is instantly soothed, your gentle touch as your body-weight rests on his arm becoming the only thing he can focus on.

Did you really just forgive him? When was the last time someone forgave one of his mistakes? Come to think of it, it had been uncomfortably long since someone had so much as thanked him for something. No wonder he was close to breaking.

'Are you alright?' You ask, backing off when you notice his body shaking.

Kazuo takes a sharp breath, and forces himself to look at your face; the last thing he'd want to do is be impolite to someone so kind...

But as his eyes meet yours he is consumed by a feeling of epiphany— the way the sun from the end of the alley gave you a halo effect was far too fitting. In his mind, he was in the presence of something far greater and far more gracious than a normal human.

'I'm... I'm perfect. Thank you.' Kazuo's voice is barely above a whisper, completely entranced.

Taking that he's feeling okay, you take that as your cue to keep moving.

'I'm sorry— I'd love to make this up to you, but I've got to meet someone at the café now. I hope we meet again.' You wave, and leave him standing in the alley.

A moment passes, and Kazuo grounds himself. He blinks away the tears that welled up during the exchange, and brings a hand to his heart.

Beneath his robes, he can feel his heart hammering— but it's not out of anxiety, it's something completely different.

He needs to see you again. Was it the café, you said you were at?

The Worshipper can feel his feet move before his brain can catch up. He might be returning late to the shrine, but he can deal with that hardship, so long as he gets to make sure you're safe.

You did say you wanted to see him, after all. It's not strange to want to fulfil that request.

'It's just this once,' he whispers to himself, tentatively watching you sip your drink through a window. 'I promise...'

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Bonus: General Headcanons and Trivia

The Worshipper works at his family's shinto shrine, and is put through a lot of physical labour there. He's built up some toned muscle due to all that work, it's just not what you'd expect from someone that looks so scrawny with all the layers he wears.

He was constantly tormented through his school years, and is relieved to finally be seeing the end of it, as it's his final year. Thankfully, he hasn't dealt with much abuse at school this year, but there are still some unsavoury types that take their frustrations out on him— so the stress isn't fully gone yet.

He has experienced pressure from childhood to be both spiritual and successful; it's definitely gone to his head, and upon meeting his darling everything makes sense to him. You were the missing piece— the real reason for him living!

He's a crybaby and much prefers to admire from afar, sending notes and small gifts as 'offerings'. Kazuo would really rather avoid any confrontation, with you or anyone else. God forbid you were to turn away his attempts at affection- he'd rather die.

The Worshipper isn't completely void of possessive behaviour though, it's just rare. It'll take someone genuinely posing a threat to you, or seeing that you might reciprocate feelings for someone else for him to act on it.

#The Worshipper #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #male yandere #yandere worshipper #drabbles

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landinrris · 1 year

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do you know of any fics that explore their age gap? i always forget that they really are like 5 years apart, i feel like that dynamic is kinda interesting

Hey! I sometimes forget as well, and then it's like "oh yeah, okay cool 😭" I've gone through my bookmarks (which is by no means an exhaustive list) to try and pull some things together that touch on their age difference. Some of these are definitely more "in the spirit of" and touching on the gap in their experiences rather than "they are 5 years apart" The list got a bit long, so it's under the "read more." Feel free to add anything for the ones I inevitably missed or let me know if you'd like me to take your tag/work off the list!

"Canon"-based

⁘ and everything that i do is out of lovin' you by raikkonen (Rating: E)

Racing will always be his first love, but Lando is his second, and he doesn't want to imagine a life where he can't have both.

⁘ Free Practice- Romance Edition by f1princess (@f1princess) (Rating: E)

Lando drives cars at 300kph for a living. He got a hotly contested seat in the pinnacle of motorsport at the young age of nineteen. Experts call him the next British prodigy. Yes, Lando might be in his fourth season of Formula One but he still doesn’t know how kissing works, let alone other forms of intimacy. Cue Carlos, Lando’s best friend and former teammate who agrees to give him free practice sessions when it comes to romance. or: Lando and Carlos are friends with benefits but the benefit is experience and of course they are secretly in love with each other.

⁘ i don't ever wanna leave when you cry by peargasly (@peargcsly) (Rating: T)

the heady apprehension creeps through him like molasses – the sudden knowledge that something is wrong. lando half expects carlos to brush by him without a word and he starts reaching out before the prickling anxiety tells him to let this one go. but carlos’s eyes catch him in their snare and he’s always been hopeless under his stare. carlos’s name is on the tip of his tongue, but carlos is speaking before he can take a breath to say it. “think a little next time, i know you do not like to, but it could be us both if you do that again,” carlos says, voice low and biting. (or carlando post-brazil angst that is solved by the power of friendship and the looming presence of pierre gasly)

⁘ In the Wet by plastics (@shinyfakehard) (Rating: E; very E. pwp E)

How did you learn to get so good in the wet? ... These conditions are where the greats are recognized. - Carlos Sainz Jr. in Beyond the Grid, on how he won every British Formula 3 race in the rain.

⁘ like two ships that passed in the night - our story that gets told in many many years by palalabu (@palalabu) (Rating: T)

The long and intricate history of Lando and Carlos.

⁘ The life we built by formulacherry (@formulacherry) (Rating: T)

Lando is one race away from potentially being World Drivers Champion, Carlos and their kids go along to support him.

⁘ Until you came to me by phebes (@phebess) (Rating: NR)

Carlos Sainz, with the hair, the famous dad, the face - Carlos Sainz is going to be his teammate. In Formula 1. And Lando is supposed to just meet him in a marketing room at the MTC on a Tuesday like it's not something he's maybe thought about for 7 years. Lando really thinks he might shit himself. // Or: A fic based on these tweets from Lando in 2012. Title inspired by the song We Belong by Katie Herzig.

⁘ Yours by phebes (@phebess)(Rating: E)

Carlos watches Lando grow up. Carlos watches Lando explore. Carlos is not jealous.

⁘ You Crawled Inside My Head and Set a Fire by kolyarostov (Rating: M)

Falling in love with Carlos wasn’t an all-of-a-sudden thing, but it happens quicker than Lando would like to admit. One day while they’re eating lunch at the MTC during an off-week, just the two of them between meetings in mid-March, Lando looks up at Carlos laughing across from him, and just thinks: “Fuck." Or: This is how Lando and Carlos fall in love

Alternate Universes

⁘ best intentions by madlyiephasetwo (Rating: E)

And then Carlos asked, the tone of his voice one somewhere between amusement and curiosity, “And what about love?” *** Lando Norris does not wish to marry.

⁘ Dancing You Into a Lonely Night by kolyarostov (Rating: E)

The noise of someone yelling is probably just some stupid first-year who got locked out by a roommate who has headphones on. What greets Carlos instead is a boy about halfway down the hallway with a head full of unruly curls looking like he’s ready to go out. But he’s not out— he’s hammering and kicking at a door in a residence hall at 9:30 at night. A boy kicking and yelling— “Danny! You piece of shit, answer the door!” Or: Carlos has his night interrupted by a tetchy first-year, but maybe it's not all bad in the end

⁘ Every Minute Boy, Steady Rhythm Joy by kolyarostov (Rating: E)

It should be embarrassing that Carlos’ touch makes him shiver after being apart for less than twenty-four hours, even when the touch is above his hoodie. But Carlos sliding his hand around Lando’s waist and below his backpack does just that. Maybe it’s the subtle and blatant possessiveness of Carlos kissing his temple when he pulls Lando close, plain to see in front of Daniel. The press of Carlos’ lips still makes Lando’s knees weak. Before Carlos is able to tug Lando fully out of the room, Daniel calls back for them. Both of their heads turn, but Daniel’s look is inscrutable. He hums to himself and shakes his head. “Fucking of course.” It’s said mostly to himself, but Lando can’t help but grin to himself because Daniel’s right, in a way. The irony isn’t lost on Lando about who he’s ended up with. Or: Looks into Lando and Carlos' life after they decide to give their not-casual-one-night-stand thing a proper go

⁘ fall and fixture by heroics (@restacks) (Rating: E)

Lando’s already had a very poor time of it this morning. First there was no real milk in the break room refrigerator, so he had to put almond milk in his tea, disgusting. Then he caused a panic in the explosives lab by knocking over someone’s project. Now he’s faced with Carlos Sainz Jr., Foreign Operative #055.

⁘ God knows you're lonely souls by fox_this_lap (@redshoulderedblackbirds) (Rating: M)

Lando is an engineering student in Paris, celebrating graduation before he starts his career in motorsport, but there's more to the evening in the bar than he could ever had expected. Like the Universe meant for him to be there...

⁘ If the Love is Pure by loveleclerc (@holacarlando) (Rating: E; a/b/o)

After being attacked in the middle of the night by an unknown Alpha, Lando flees to Spain for protection from the Sainz Pack while his fathers search for a way to keep him safe in England. He never asked to be a male Omega, a designation rare beyond belief and sought after by Alphas around the world, but fleeing into the care of Carlos Sainz Jr. may just be the solution to all of his fears... and dreams.

⁘ i'll race you for pinks by cazio (@chubbydino) (Rating: M)

Heist!AU. Carlos Sainz Jr. is heading a heist operation based out of New York, following his father's footsteps as a criminal mastermind. Max Verstappen, the most feared mercenary in the business, is his second in command. Daniel Ricciardo is the deadly charmer that gets them whatever they need, from whoever they need it from. Lando Norris is the mystery. Carlos has never met him in person, but he knows Lando will be perfect for the job. But Lando is not exactly what Carlos envisioned a computer nerd to be. In fact, he is very, very hot.

⁘ Love is the Heritage (And Cousin to Death) by kolyarostov (Rating: E)

Carlos stays quiet, trailing Lando through the ornate halls that are simultaneously cold yet warm with their rugs and furniture. He watches the way Lando walks, the way the younger boy lets his shoulders fall the farther they get from the watchful eyes of his family. It looks like he’s shedding a coat, a mask specifically put into place for his family’s sake. The change is fascinating— there’s a story there that would explain all of Lando’s intricacies, and Carlos finds that he wants to know every single detail. The family had appeared to be perfectly amenable, so why is the change in Lando’s demeanour so painfully obvious? Or: Carlos travels to England to apprentice under Lando’s father for the summer and admittedly ends up falling in love along the way

⁘ ¡Revolución! by hibivrooms (@interlagosed) (Rating: E)

19-year-old Lando Norris, originally from the Kingdom of Anglosax, decides to pursue his undergraduate degree at the State University of Hiberia. There, he strikes up a relationship with a 25-year old Hiberian man, Carlos Sainz. Carlos is beautiful, kind, and deeply passionate about the Hiberian people and their struggles. Though Lando knows very little about he wants out of life, he knows one thing: he desperately wants Carlos. But against the backdrop of an increasingly tumultuous political situation in Hiberia, will Lando be brave enough to open his heart to all of Carlos?

⁘ the shadow of radiance by hibivrooms (@interlagosed) (Rating: E)

No one expected Galla, protector state of the Holy Principality of Seuloger, to turn heretic in such a violent way. After several years of Galla-stoked hostilities short of war, Anglosax and Hiberia set aside their differences in favor of a grand alliance to return Il Predestinato, Charles of House Leclerc, back to his rightful and Goddess-ordained throne. Years later, as a gesture of goodwill, Hiberia sends several of its squires to Fort Silverstone, where Anglosax's finest pages and squires learn to become fierce knights. Squire Lando of Norris, loyal to Anglosax beyond words, must contend with his own distrust of the leader of this Hiberian contingent - Prince Carlos the Younger of Sainz, a newly minted and already-decorated Knight of Hiberia. Prince Carlos is immensely talented, kind, suspiciously handsome, and seemingly dedicated to this alliance. But Lando isn't buying any of it - for the sake of Anglosax. Allegedly.

⁘ Señor Sainz by phebes (@phebess) (Rating: E)

Lando wants to die. Crawl in a hole, and die. His tombstone can read 'Here lies Lando, he did not speak Spanish.' Carlos repeats himself, looking at Lando with faint amusement in his eyes. Lando can feel his cheeks flush as his simply stares back, absolutely no clue what's being asked of him. // Or: University AU where Lando doesn't speak Spanish but ends up in an advanced class, and Carlos is a young professor determined to teach Lando Spanish.

⁘ What if we said goodbye to safe and sound? by tiredtiredsharl (@wolfiemcwolferson) (Rating: E)

Lando realizes as Carlos is telling them all about this job in London that maybe the feelings he's been carrying around aren't so straight or bro-pal-lad as he thought they were. It's really unfortunate that Carlos is set to move 5,478 miles away from him in just a few weeks. Told over a year and set directly after the end of our Piarles/Maxiel stories, we see Lando come to terms with his own feelings about Carlos, make a lot of mistakes along the way, attempt to get through the last year of his program with Alex, and realize that sometimes being the smartest person in the room isn't as valuable as he's always thought it would be.

#everything in my bookmarks is wonderful but i felt these fit with your request particularly #also yes i did shove some of mine in there because why not and they fit with what you were wanting #fic rec #husbands™#ask

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tropicalchiaa · 1 year

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Him 7

Maurizio Gucci x Reader

The decision and the chaos that came with it

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6

Trigger Warning there is some violence in this chapter (not against the reader) so proceed with caution.

After that day Maurizio proved himself as a co-parent and a friend. But it was not easy with him divorcing his wife In your head, when he was legally single it would mean more to build a romantic relationship.It was the weeks leading up to your birth date when he again asked you to move in with him, insisting this was in the best interest of co-parenting. It definitely would be easier for the first few months with the baby but you were still hesitant fighting him every time the topic was brought up.

“ Y/N if you move in then I will always be there to help you with the baby right away rather than having to wait for me to arrive.” Maurizio said, trying to convince you to move in.

“What about the nursery I spent so long getting together, all the stuff in my place, and my view from my penthouse?” Y/N says making up any excuses of why not to move in, scared about the type of commitment this was.

“You do know that you made us buy duplicates of everything so that wherever the baby was they would have all the same things?” Maurizio said, rolling his eyes as he realizes you are trying to use any excuse at this point.

“Oh I forgot about that, but since you brought it up, all that stuff would go to waste,” you say pouting with the best puppy eyes you could muster up.

Having enough of this conversation he admits defeat for today barking, “It will be better for the baby and you know that, so I'm giving you till the end of the week to decide.” Maurizio says getting up from the kitchen counter and slamming your door on his way out, leaving you in your thoughts.

“Ugh why am I fighting this, I want to live with him and be a family but there is something holding me back. It's not like I have to give up my penthouse, I will always have it, it's not that I don't want to be in a relationship, because he treats me like I hang the stars in the sky and it’s not because of his almost ex wife, because she is dead to him.” And like an intrusive thought, you finally face the real reason why you don’t want to move in. You are scared of relying on someone else and to trust that they have pure intentions. Your family and friends are the only ones who have given you support like this and to trust a man that is essentially only your baby daddy is scaring you shit-less. You think if it doesn't work out then you are co-parenting separately or worse case scenario alone, which you had planned for most of this pregnancy. But your mind wanders to the good that could happen. You could fall deeper in love with Maurizio and maybe end up married with more kids growing old together on the italian countryside.

But you couldn't keep yourself from that just because of a built up fear. So you decided to go to his penthouse and apologize, be honest about your fears, and accept his invitation. Bundling up for the fall chill, you hop into your town car and head to Maurizio’s unannounced.

Arriving you say hello to the door man and make your way up the elevator, letting yourself in with your key he had given you. Just as you were about to shout and see where he was you heard raised voices arguing in the den. And as quietly as a 8 month pregnant woman can, you creep over to see what was happening, letting your nosiness get the best of you. But the scene in front of you shocked you into confusion, not expecting to see Patrizia on her knees begging Maurizio to take her back.

“I will forgive you and even love that bastard child. Just come back now”, she grovels at his feet. Looking unamused Maurizio says, “Stop this, I only allowed you in because you promised you would say your final requests so we can be done with this mess. We are never getting back together and you are impeding me from starting my life with Y/N. The second our divorce is finalized I'm taking the ring I have for Y/N and proposing. Her and my children are the only things that matter and you need to come to terms with that.” Maurizio shrugs her off and turns his back to her as he goes to the bar to pour himself a drink. And as if a demon had possessed her Patrizia, reaches in her bag, pulls out a kitchen knife, and charges in his direction screaming like a rabid animal.

Everything was moving in slow motion as her first stab wound landed on his shoulder but after the second stab slashed his forearm Y/N pulled out her revolver from her bag and announced her presence with a loud “BITCH, drop the knife.” and although she was shaking she held her hard face that halts Patrizia’s movements, allowing Maurizio to stumble away but not being able to get very far before he collapses. Patriza was still for a second longer before lunging at Y/N screaming “YOU RUINED MY LIFE” and before she could take another step, Y/N shot Patrizia in the leg immobilizing her and allowing the knife to slide away from her hand. Quickly kicking it farther, you reach for the phone to call 911 with the gun still pointed at Patrizia.

When the police confirm they are on the way you check in on Maurizio to see if he is seriously hurt. Smacking him awake, he responds with a groan making you release a sigh of relief.

“Maurizio, stay awake for me honey, help is on the way.” You say applying pressure to his wound to help slow down the bleeding. “Y/N baby what are you doing here, it’s not safe for you to be here” he panics not realizing you are the one who stopped Patrizia

“It’s okay Maurizio calm down Patrizia is subdued.” You say trying to make him stay still so he doesn’t further stress his body

“Oh this isn’t over yet you slut” Patrizia says trying to get up. “Move an inch and both legs will have a bullet through them” you warn her keeping her in place.

Finally after what seems like an eternity the police and paramedics arrive taking care of both of them and taking down your account of what happened. Quickly recounting the scene you walked in on and why you were there, they thanked you for talking with them and insisting that you should go with Maurizio to the hospital and that they will contact you if they need anything else.

The chaos that was going on in the ambulance distracted you from the slight cramps you were feeling in your abdomen. Then the 4 hours you were waiting in the hospital waiting room felt like years as you chastised yourself for being so stubborn and not agreeing to live with Maurizio and maybe being there to prevent all of this. As you were about to enter your 7,000th guilt ridden thoughts you heard your name being called by a nurse, causing you to snap your head up and scramble towards the door.

As you walk to his room you barely hear anything the nurse says, just ready to see and make sure Maurizio is okay. Finally arriving you see a groggy Maurizio taking in his surroundings barely paying any mind to the doctor who was tracking how he was doing.

“Maurizio”you say, breaking him out of his trance quickly making your way over as he says a quiet “Y/N” trying his best to get up but not being able to. You quickly nudge him back down and take in his appearance making sure he is truly okay before smashing yourself into him finally allowing yourself to cry.

“Y/n baby I’m okay, just a little banged up but because of you I’m here” Maurizio says as he does his best to comfort you with his least injured arm. “You don’t understand how scared I was, thinking you would die before you could meet our son or before I could tell you I love you too” Y/N says through tears. “Is it the meds or did you just say you loved me”, Maurizio says unsure if he heard her correctly “I love you Maurizio and I have but I am scared of all the things that come with loving you, " you say sitting up and staring him in the eye.

Maurizio’s eyes light up like he won the lottery saying ,”FINALLY! I promise every fear you have will be erased just believe in me and come give me a kiss princess! Maurizio says overcome with uncontrollable joy.

Leaning in you engage in a deep kiss, breaking it to say, “I hope you know you are moving into my penthouse, yours is kinda tainted”, replaying the events that happened hours prior in your head. With a light chuckle and eye roll Maurizio says, “Whatever you say princess”, happily bringing you back into a lip lock.

Okay I’m trying to finish this story because the cliff hanger I left y’all on for a year plus was so wrong. Also he will not be dying in this story🤷🏾‍♀️ but next chapter should be the last.

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"What would it take for a single woman to be able to foster?" Jane asked. Her heart sank. A spare bedroom. She didn't have one.

But she knew someone who did.

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"I expect you to clean up after yourself. I work long hours, so Angela will be here most of the time, and Jane will be able to look after you until she's cleared for work. And my sister, Cailin, has offered to help out as well. She's at BCU, she's said she can tutor you." Maura shook her head nervously. "I know you don't need looking after, you've been taking care of yourself for years, but there are certain legal obligations I need to fulfil. I expect your good grades to continue. I've asked Frankie, and he said the Switch is the least violent console, so there's one over there, but you'll need to get your homework done first."

"Thanks," Tasha said quietly, looking around in wonder. She'd had a shower before she left the hospital, but her backpack was full of her clothes - Jane had gotten them washed somehow - and her schoolbooks, and this house was - it was immense. She felt small and dirty in this big, tasteful house.

"If you need anything, just ask," Maura said. She sighed. "I was adopted, I know it's hard to ask. I'd rather treat you like a young adult than a charge in my care, if that's okay?" Maura licked her lips. "I'm not - I'm not good with people. But Jane - she doesn't have a spare room." Tasha's head whipped around.

"Wait, this isn't your - I mean it is your - Jane doesn't live here?"

"For now she does. But she has a condo West of here. Only the one bedroom, which is why I've done all your paperwork."

"I thought..." Tasha trailed off and shook her head.

"She was ready to be a parent," Maura said. "I was too," she added sadly. "You're not... you're not replacing the child she lost. She likes you for who you are, you know that, don't you? And I find you exceptionally intelligent and good company. I know Cailin's going to find you just as - and Angela, and Hope. I might not be everything you need as a foster parent, but my village is strong -"

"Its okay, Maura. All I needed was to not be in a group home."

"Is she here?" Tasha heard from the hall, then Jane rounded the corner, looking at Tasha with that soft look she'd given her when she'd found her - both times. She looked at Maura with that same look a moment later, and Tasha wondered again why Jane didn't live here. Commitment issues? Jane came forward and took Tasha's bag, slinging an arm over Tasha's shoulder and leading her to a room. Maura followed cautiously.

"I guessed your size and bought you some - similar style, I asked Cailin, she's 19 - you don't have to -" Tasha went to put her clothes away but the wardrobe was full. Clean, new clothes. Nothing fancy like Maura wore, and not Jane's style either. Things Tasha would have chosen for herself. Usually she cashed her social security and went down to the thrift shop. But she'd found herself looking at the kinda of things the other girls wore, wanting to fit in, to look like them. She nodded, holding back tears. "And if you need anything else..."

"My room's across the hall," Jane said. "Maura's is upstairs. Ma makes dinner, and she'll yell if you're not ready when it is. She doesn't mean anything by it." Jane shrugged, and Tasha laughed. Angela had visited her the moment she'd been allowed to. Jane and Maura were great, but they were just adults. Tasha didn't need mothering, but Angela needed to mother, and Tasha could take the heat off off Jane for a while.

"One last thing," Maura said, leading the way down the hall. She opened a door, stepping into a large room, door from ceiling to floor in built-in bookshelves. Leather-bound journals, atlases, gold-embossed spines.

"This is like Beauty and the Beast," Tasha breathed in wonder. "You even have the ladder."

"Welcome home," Maura said, putting a light hand on Tasha's shoulder. Jane's hand landed on the same shoulder, casually, and Tasha could feel the warmth when their hands met, could feel them smiling at each other over her head.

"C'mon, let's get some Mario Kart in before dinner," Jane said, squeezing Tasha's shoulder. Tasha smiled up at her. She'd not only be able to study here, she'd be able to relax. She'd not only be safe, but she'd be trusted. "I got to get you trained up before Frankie comes over so you can kick his ass for me," Jane chuckled. Tasha nodded dutifully. It seemed a steep price to pay, to have to learn video games, but she'd read the dexterity studies and she could live with that.

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We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Chapter 18

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN Reader

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Overview: Given your old-fashioned personality and obsession with all things 1940s to 1980s, it’s no wonder that most people refer to you as an ‘old soul’ who would’ve rather lived back then than in the modern era. Little do they know, you already did, but with your previous life as Hollie Stark cut short, you’ve been left with some…unfinished business, to say the least. Top of your list? Finally getting to marry your thought-to-be-lost fiancé.

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: FIGHT OR FLIGHT

Clearly, Steve has never been on a family road trip before; a fact that you had become painfully aware of (literally) while squished in the backstreet of the tiniest getaway car ever 'borrowed'.

"I think we're all adults here," he assured, but he's awfully quiet now as he has been for the last thirty minutes. Only once did he meet your silent glare in the rearview mirror as you both suffered another round of bickering between Sam and Bucky. All adults? Well, he thought wrong.

Naturally, you're very happy for a chance to finally stretch your legs and breathe your own air while Steve meets with the rest of your little makeshift team of fugitives. Aside from Clint who you give a mock salute to as a greeting, you don't know the others personally, although you assume the girl must be the famous Wanda Maximoff Natasha's mentioned from time to time. As for the overly excited Captain America fan, you don't know who he's supposed to be, not that you won't likely find out later.

"There's still time to turn back," Bucky warns quietly, crossing his arms over the car roof.

You're leaning against it next to him, "Nope, you're stuck with me, Barnes. Wherever you go, I go."

He doesn't appear too disappointed, replying merely with a nod, yet his anxiety's clearly there. Whether it's because you guys could lose out there or the idea that all these people will be risking themselves for his sake, you're not sure, however you set a hand over his gently, something that's become your wordless language of comfort; he has no complaints.

A German voice echoes through the car lot, gaining everyone's attention including Steve's. He looks around uneasily which isn't surprising; even he must be worried regarding how this might play out, "Alright, that's our cue to get moving. Suit up."

As everyone begins passing out uniforms, you suddenly groan and rest your head against the car dramatically much to Bucky's concern, "What's wrong?"

"...It's only just now occurred to me that I've been wearing pajamas this entire time...I'm gonna be fighting, like, half the Avengers in my pajamas - and they're not even cool ones!" You whine, your face burning with embarrassment (and slight jealousy). It's amazing what goes unnoticed when you've been repeatedly attacked both physically and mentally throughout the last forty eight hours.

"Yeaaah, as much as I'd love to see you roundhouse kick someone with flannel pants on, Steve asked that I bring you a little something different," although your misery is apparently very amusing to watch, Clint takes pity upon you despite his smirk and grabs a stack of clothes from the back of his van.

This outfit certainly surpasses any expectation you had which only anticipated something simple and more dignified than pajamas. It consists of a black, long-sleeved jumpsuit with silver seams made from a flexible yet durable material completed with slim shoes built in. Set on top of the stack is a pair of fingerless gloves, a utility belt, and a small handle without any blade, however when Clint picks it up and turns one of the dials, a baton stick appears with a glow of blue electricity around it.

"Figured it was about time you got your own suit. No more fighting in formal work clothes or pajamas," Steve comments. When you look at him, you catch sight of the gentler glimmer hidden behind his amused smile. Bouncing on your heels, you happily thank both him and Clint before hurrying around the car to change.

"Alright, listen up everyone. The original plan was to take a chopper, but since Stark hasn't wasted any time getting here, we'll have to switch things up a bit. He likely has eyes all over the tarmac, so I'll be going out there on my own. When he confronts me, I'll keep him distracted for as long as possible. That'll hopefully give us time to see who else is here and gain an idea as to what his game plan must be. It'll also give us time to find out how he arrived since I refuse to believe Stark would take public air.

"The Quinjet is likely hidden around here somewhere. Sam, I want you to scout it out using Red Wing. Sneak inside the airport, taking cover there with Bucky and (Y/n) while you search. Wanda and Clint will keep an eye on the situation from the parking deck while Scott will cover me from nearby. Remain unnoticed until Sam locates the Quinjet. That's when we'll make a move for it."

Pinning down the Quinjet's location was the easy part, however getting to it would be far more challenging especially considering the party Tony's gathered.

Based on what you had overheard through the comms, Rhodey and Natasha have picked Tony's side along with the company of two newcomers, one being the same cat-guy who attacked Bucky back at the apartments. Earlier, Steve told you that his name's T'Challa and that his father was a causality in the UN bombing which explains that kitty's determination in stopping Bucky. You unfortunately have no information on the last person until hearing a thud against the airport windows.

Sam, Bucky, and you had already been running to hanger five when the person dressed in a red and blue spandex suit starts crawling across the glass after your trio. Before much can be said as a reaction, they push off then use their momentum to shatter through the window, ultimately kicking Sam across the hall; he only had time to brace himself for the impact.

Bucky spins around, blocking you while throwing a punch at Sam's attacker, however his fist is easily caught midair by the kid - yes, kid, judging on the youthful tone of his voice.

"Woah, you have a metal arm? That's so awesome, dude!"

Having someone easily stop the full force of a super soldier's punch takes Bucky off guard, leaving him dumbfounded for a pause which is long enough for Sam to recover. On his feet, he quickly charges at the boy - who seems to be spider themed provided the tiny spider design on his chest and web patterns of his suit - then lifts him into the air away from the two of you.

"Ugh, I can't believe Tony brought a child to a fight. The hell was he thinking!" You complain aloud, chasing after Sam and spider-boy with Bucky remaining close by your side.

They tussle with each other near the ceiling of the building, spider-boy eventually getting away, although that doesn't stop the fight as he pursues Sam by swinging on webs and weaving through the rafters. Meanwhile, Bucky and you aren't too far behind.

Even with the new weapon provided to you by Clint, there's nothing you can personally do to help given this fight's height, but the same doesn't apply to Bucky. Ripping an advertisement sign from the ground, he tosses it towards spider-boy, only hesitating afterwards when you give a shout of disapproval, yet the sign had already left his hands by that point. Fortunately, spider-boy turns around at just the right moment, leaping out of the way before he can be hit.

"Bucky!"

"What?!"

"He's a child-!"

"-Hey buddy, I think you lost this!" Your complaint is cut short when Bucky grabs your shoulders and pulls you against him behind a pillar. He leans over you, keeping you close as the sign is sent flying back towards the two of you with enough force to cut through the pillar mere inches away from Bucky's head.

Looking back at the damage, you shallow whatever concern you once had over the kid, deciding to worry less about morals right now and more about not being killed yourselves. Thus, when spider-boy's distracted by Sam, Bucky and you move to find cover elsewhere behind an information stall that isn't sliced in half.

As you both keep an eye on things from there and await an opening to help Sam, a web is shot at his gear, causing him to crash into a phone market below. Stumbling to his feet, he tries to engage again, however more webs are shot at his hands, sticking him down to the railing behind.

When the boy swings towards Sam with legs drawn forward in preparation to kick him, Bucky runs forward, attempting to shield Sam, not that it does too much good. Both men get kicked off the edge together, landing on ground-level where spider-boy then webs them to the floor.

You curse to yourself at this, crouching along the many chairs and stalls to quietly yet swiftly make your way to the paused elevators. You're thankful that, by the time you get down to them, Sam has used Red Wing to grab spider-boy and toss him out the window which will hopefully buy you guys time to at least get out of this cramped building.

"You guys okay?"

"I'll be better when I get this stuff off of me," Sam grumbles, unable to even sit up on his own due to both of his arms being practically glued together, "I don't even want to know what it is!"

Looking over the sticky substance with a scrunched nose, you realize there's no way it can simply be pulled off given its strength, "...Hold on, I have an idea."

Taking your baton, you mess with the dials a bit to get the exact setting you desire. At first, the same electric current from before appears with a sharp buzz causing Sam to jerk away and shake his head rapidly, "Oh no - No way! Do not electrocute me! If you're gonna run an experiment, test it on Bucky first!"

"Hey!"

"Just - Hold. Still. You won't get electrocuted-" Turning the dial all the way, the baton stick disappears, but leaves the blue current which pulls together with a blow of air, transforming into a blue flame. It surprises even you, being much too strong until you turn a second dial that brings the torch down, "-You'll get burned, but that's only the worst case scenario and if you move!"

Needless to say, your words bring Sam little comfort. Bucky, on the other hand, is very amused until it's his turn.

Racing onto the tarmac, it doesn't take long to spot the rest of your team. Everyone’s heading in the same direction with a concerning lack of any tails, however it doesn’t take long to find them. Seconds after making it out into the open, a golden ray burns through the cement, cutting off your paths.

The newcomer is yet another Avenger you haven’t met yet. If you had to guess, you'd say he must be Vision, your sort-of-grandnephew going off of what you've been told, but that's a looong headache of a story you're happy you weren't involved with judging on Natasha's account.

"Captain Rogers, I know you believe you're in the right here, however for the collective good, you must surrender now," the rest of the Avengers stand behind Vison, coming together as a barrier between you and the Quinjet.

"What's your call, Cap?"

"We fight," there's no hesitation in his voice nor feet as he begins marching forward despite this roadblock. The rest of you, while showing some concern, follow his lead.

Your pace starts out as a jog then slowly picks up speed until a full sprint towards Stark’s team, your speed mirrored by them as they, too, show no signs of backing down, fully intending to meet you head on which is precisely what they end up doing.

As expected, it's immediate chaos filled with flying fists, blasts, magic, and arrows; a whole collection of superhero powers coming together not to fight a crazed villain, but each other. It's an uncomfortable thought regardless of how many of these people are total strangers to you. If they're here helping Tony, they must be good at heart, after all, it's unfortunately your side that's made up of criminals.

You take some sort of solace in putting your arm up to block a kick to your face which seemed too lazy to actually carry any malice. It might not be appropriate provided the timing, yet you take zero shame in giving a friendly nod to the leg’s owner, “Hey Nat.”

"Hey," she swings her leg down, throwing a punch your way instead. She’s going easy on you - as easy as a black widow can go, anyways, since the force of her punch still burns against your palm when you catch it. She has to keep you on your toes, doesn’t she?

“I like the suit. Is it new?”

"First time wearing it!" You announce proudly, standing back while gesturing down your body. You punctuate your sentence by throwing a punch her way.

She dodges with ease. Grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards herself roughly, she pins your arm under hers, "Looks good."

"Thanks," she then tries to flip you, but you maneuver against her too quickly, grabbing hold of both her forearms to keep her at a distance. You both keep your grips on each other's arms, smirking the other down until Natasha suddenly pushes you back. A flash of light hits a few feet away, not close enough to be a danger to either of you, just to get your attention.

"Mind if I cut in?" Clint saunters over, nodding his head to the other side of the tarmac, "I think Barnes could use a new partner himself.”

Following his gaze, you realize he's right. T'Challa has Bucky alone, the two engaged in a close fist fight. Thus, you leave Natasha to Clint, rushing to grab your baton and reach Bucky's side. By the time you get there, T'Challa has him knocked down and pinned against a stack of crates.

His focus is taken, preventing him from noticing you until you swing the electrified baton square into his back. It’s plenty strong, resulting in his knees buckling and body freezing in place as he deals with the buzzing pain. Bucky then sweeps his legs out from under him, throwing him to the ground.

"You good?" You have to ask even if Bucky’s already on his feet ushering you away from the dangerous feline.

He gives quick assurance to his well being, the two of you disappearing behind equipment before anyone can attack either of you again. It's from there that you scan the makeshift battlefield, checking to see if anyone needs help, which seems to be the case for everyone really. Each fighter is occupied, running or zipping across the tarmac with someone always on their tail. No progress has been made towards the Quinjet; you’re still just as far as when Vison first appeared.

"We can't keep fighting them forever. That guy's probably in Siberia by now," Bucky points out, not that you need the extra stress.

Steve takes cover behind some equipment opposite to you two, "I'll cover you while you get to the jet-"

"-Steve, I don't think that's possible," you're quick to argue, "There’s too many eyes in the sky right now and they’re all looking for Bucky. Even if you go out there to fight some more, Tony’s not going to be fooled so easily. If it’s not him, then someone else will just blow past you to get to Bucky; you can’t keep them all at bay.”

"Look Cap, I think we have to face the fact that not all of us are going to get out here," Sam's voice echoes over your ear piece.

"If we're gonna win this, then some of us are going to have to lose it," Clint adds.

"If anyone’s getting on that jet, it at least has to be you and Bucky - (Y/n), too, if you think you can stick together that long."

“...The problem is, even with those who will stay behind as cover, we’re too equally matched to beat these guys. Slipping past isn’t reliable unless we can give Tony a concrete reason to turn his head," you cut in, catching Steve's eyes. He’s clearly not overjoyed about this condition, but not everything can end perfectly especially in a battle, "Right now, this fight alone isn't doing that. We need something bigger - a distraction none of them can't simply turn away from."

"I’ve got something bigger, but I can't hold it for long,” Scott offers, “On my signal, run like hell and if I end up tearing myself in half...Well, don't come back for me."

"How's that going to help us...? He’s going to tear himself in half?" Bucky whispers, but Steve brushes him off.

"You're sure about this, Scott?"

"Yeah, I do it all the time - Okay, once - in a lab...then I passed out...but don't worry! I've got this!"

"Where'd you find this guy again?" You ask, not receiving an answer. Maybe you wouldn't have liked it anyways.

Continuing to keep an eye out on the battlefield, you search for Scott's 'signal' which you assumed would be a shouted call or explosion knowing how Avengers usually work. 'Something bigger' only done in a lab before passing out…? Not a lot to go off of there.

Even if using more of your imagination, you certainly weren't expecting Scott to suddenly appear out of thin air nearly the size of one of the airplanes parked around. He grabs Rhodey mid-flight and tosses him across the airport which provides enough of a distraction (and a clear enough signal) for Steve, Bucky, and you to start running towards the Quinjet.

Trusting that Scott and others can cause enough mayhem to keep Tony’s team at bay, you ignore much of the crashing behind yourselves with eyes glued forward. Steve leads the way, easily forgetting that not everyone following him is a super soldier, although Bucky takes some more consideration for you, only running a foot or two ahead while looking back every few seconds to ensure you don't get separated.

You're almost there when a beam is sent flying past, hitting the tower above the hanger which sends it crashing down in a cloud of dust. For a handful of seconds, the debris pauses with the help of Wanda's red magic keeping it up, allowing you all just enough time to roll inside the hanger before the tower finally crashes down behind.

It seems like you're at last in the green, the tower’s destruction appearing to have successfully blocked anyone else from getting over too quickly, however not everyone missed your plan until now.

Standing between you three and the Quinjet is Natasha who steps forward with a tired sigh, "You're not gonna stop, are you?"

"You know I can't," Steve answers, his voice sympathetic at the least.

Natasha then glances at you. You don't say anything, but you don't need to since your eyes do enough pleading as does the image of you standing beside Bucky. Your stance does waiver when put up against one of your closest friends, yet it’s clear that you have no intentions of abandoning him even for her.

Natasha had always been your friend, but your bond had grown much stronger once she became the only person you’ve ever trusted with Hollie. After listening to your stories and woes for the last two years, she’s come to understand the inner turmoil you suffer from, often in silence.

As crazy as it had been to accept back then, she now realizes the true extent of challenges encountered by someone with their past life’s memories. She knows it hasn’t been easy for you - far from it - and she knows how much joy it’s brought you being able to be with Bucky again. He had been tragedy ripped away from you in the past without any form of goodbye; as someone who knows all too well what that feels like from their own personal experience, Natasha can’t blame you for holding onto him so tightly even if it divides you from your other friends and family.

Shaking her head slightly, she returns her gaze to Steve, raising her arm in his direction, "...I'm going to regret this."

You inhale, preparing for the heartache that would come with a loss, however Natasha doesn't shoot a taser at Steve. Instead, it goes past him, hitting a different target: T'Challa who had just made his way over the debris, prepared to lunge before Natasha's betrayal which stops him in his tracks.

"Go."

Steve and Bucky take this chance without hesitation, rushing to get on the Quinjet, yet you stay temporarily, long enough to show your relief through an airy voice, "I'm really racking up my debt to you, Nat."

"And I still plan to cash in on it some day," she winks, returning your genuine smile before you hurry after the boys. You have a long flight to make, after all.

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#Letters from Watson #lettersfromwatson

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sharkneto · 1 year

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For the Pick Any Passage ask game:

Searching for Good Times is still one my most favorite fics ever. Do have any more thoughts or feelings on how you built the Hotel around Five, particularly when describing things like Five's house.

some bits i really liked:

Her fully grown, adult, man of a brother.

How fucking long has he been in here?

Adult Five is recognizable, which is a relief. Same dark hair, cut short and flopping over his forehead, same sharp green eyes, same slightly curved nose. His face is more angular, longer and without the baby fat, and there’s a slight shadow of stubble along his jaw. He’s shorter than she would have expected, maybe an inch taller than she is.

. and .

Her first discovery is that Five doesn’t actually have any plates. Or bowls. There’s some pots and pans stored by the stove and a few miscellaneous utensils in the drawer by the sink. There is a can opener that has obviously never been used, which she finds a little funny. The pantry where he got the wine has more bottles stored inside, along with an entire shelf of coffee and a wall of plastic bins that protect boxes of cereal, crackers, oatmeal and protein bars. The double storage is a little strange but after the truly insane number of cans that are in the other cupboards, it’s easy to overlook.

. and .

No paying here then, either.

She frowns to herself as she steps onto the street. Why doesn’t anyone use money? There was a cash register in the deli, just like there was in the café yesterday, but it was ignored. There for decoration, again.

Five, she needs to think about all this in context with Five. Why doesn’t Five’s world use money?

Ah, designing the HOb around Five for Searching for Good Times was so fun. The whole point of it was to be Five's Perfect World, which isn't where everything is perfect but instead is a world Five understands perfectly. My overall concept of th HOb was that it works with the occupant's experiences and memories to create a place they can't leave by being a place they don't want to leave. The two biggest pieces for building Five's world (after "his family will be here Tomorrow" to keep him strung along) were 1) Five Lived In The Apocalypse For 40 Years and 2) Five Saw Thousands Of Years Of Human History. Those two things have to merge into a functional world for Five to wander around in and makes sense to him. How he looks prioritizes him Fitting In with his family (his greatest want and his priority over looking his actual age) and smooths over any niggling questions he could pull at for why he has the same birthday as his siblings but looks so much older (or younger). The merging of eras is just fun - what bits and pieces stuck out to Five, what parts did he particularly like. He's seen an insane amount of history. It's hard to wrap your head around, so I slapped it all right in front of Allison so she had a chance to understand that.

As fun as mashing eras together was, thinking about how the apocalypse shaped Five's idea of the world was even better. The angle I wanted to get across is that this is all the idea of what Five thinks the world is like. Five's house has a full kitchen he doesn't use because he knows what kitchens look like and that houses have them, but he also didn't cook on a stove or use a refrigerator for half a century, didn't use plates or dishes. Shops and restaurants have cash registers because That's What Stores Have but Five also grew up a billionaire and then, again, spent 50 years in the apocalypse. Money is Meaningless to him, an inconvenience drilled into him by the Commission so he would stop drawing attention to himself dining-and-dashing. It's the charade of normalcy, Five playing house with the best idea of it that he has, which is genuinely rather childish because he hasn't been home since he was 13 (as much as the Academy counts as a Home) and then glimpses of ones as he bopped around time murdering. On top of that idea of what the world is like, we have survival needs and instincts from the apocalypse so that he feels safe and secure - a woodpile in the living room, fully stocked cupboards and pantry with shelf-stable food, a pharmacy's worth of medical supplies in the bathroom.

And then, of course, he has Delores. You didn't specifically ask about her, but she's a pivotal part of the illusion. I thought a lot about how Delores fit in, if she was Actually Delores or if she was the Hotel, and I don't think I really settled on it until I wrote her Wall of Words in chapter four. What I settled on is that Delores was the linchpin to the entire illusion working but also the Hotel's downfall. Five would not have stayed without Delores, but he also would not have gotten out without Delores. The Hotel did supply a fake Delores as part of the initial illusion to keep Five there, but Delores has always been Fake. She's just Five. The Hotel accidentally gave Five his survival tool for compartmentalizing and figuring shit out. Once she was there, Five could shape her to be His Delores (and the Hotel had to oblige because if she didn't act right, Five would figure it out and Leave). Delores lets Five relax into the illusion - like the Hotel wants - while also being his emergency escape the second he needed it. A tricky, painful emergency escape.

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#this got long #but i spent a long time thinking about the HOb #and had a lot of fun doing it #i miss thinking about it sometimes #i do not need more wips but if i figured out a fic that let me play with it some more that would be fun #maybe a prequel - five getting there and figuring it out and then letting himself fall into the illusion #anyway - here you are sail friend :)#the fic that started our friendship too :) :) :)#ask game response #ficblogging #long post

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trevorphilips-enthusiast · 2 years

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I thought the trans request was so cute 💗 I'm just wondering if it's possible to do a MTF ver with Trevor,,, it's okay if you don't want to ! I'm really enjoying your writing so far !

A/N: YES OF COURSE! I'll write them out tonight and I'll post them tomorrow morning for you!! <3 ALSO, there is mentions of the very first mission that happened back in North Yankton which has been altered for the PLATONIC headcanons

TELLING TREVOR YOU'RE TRANSGENDER (MTF):

ROMANTIC-

Okay so it's quite clear that Trevor doesn't really label himself and just follows his feelings

As long as their heart is in the right place and they make him happy, he would fall head over heals

And that's exactly what happened with you

You guys met through Michael when he vouched for you on a heist

When you first met Trevor, you would admit

You were terrified

HOW COULD YOU NOT BE?!

This is Trevor Philips we're talking about

But he seemed almost flirtatious when you were having one-on-ones

That only made you more nervous around him since he is majorly pretty a little attractive

Throughout the planning of the score and the actual heist, Trevor went out of his way to try and be around you more often

Being around you was juxtaposing to his so-called job and he loved it

He needed a break from time to time and you were the perfect way he could have those needed breaks

After the score was completed, you guys stayed in touch and went out regularly

After about 4 months, Trevor FINALLY had the balls to ask you out on a proper date

Not before whining to Michael about how much he liked you

NOW TO THE PRESENT!

So you were both walking hand in hand around the Alamo sea

Not the most romantic thing but still

Trevor had the best intentions

ANYWAYS

It was at this point that you wanted to tell him something that's been weighing on your mind

"Hey Trevor... can I talk to you?"

"Of course pretty boy, what's going on?"

"Um... I'm transgender..."

Trevor was slightly surprised hearing this

"Oh? Well I'm here to support you because I love you"

Trevor would be an absolute sweetheart about it

REASSURING KING<3

"Is there a name you'd rather go by?"

"Y/n..."

"Okay then, sugar"

Expect little uplifting comments from him

Because he wants you to know that he'll always love you, no matter what

He'd probably let Ron and Wade know (only with your consent) to avoid you getting uncomfortable

"There's my favourite girl!"

PLATONIC-

So you and Trevor met back in North Yankton

Under very awkward and tense circumstances

Let's just say that you were taken hostage from the bank by Trevor and forced to help him escape

While waiting for the heat to die down, you guys were both staying in some extremely cheap and rundown motel

From then on out, you and Trevor spent most of your waking moments together getting to know one another to cure your bordem

Since Trevor believed that Michael was dead, he slowly labelled you as his new best friend

10 years down the line, the pair of you are both living in Sandy Shores in trailers a couple rows down from each other

This meant that you could easily go to each others places and hang out whenever you felt like it

Now

Since Trevor was your best friend, you could trust him with pretty much everything

Right?

Well, he'd hope that you'd go to him about anything

Your biggest secret had been weighing down on your mind for months

And you finally built up the courage to tell him that you were transgender

It was around 2A.M. and you guys had just finished playing a game of monopoly

(It ended with Trevor flipping the board over from rage)

Now you two were beginning to have a deep conversation about life and past trauma when you decided to tell him

"Hey T, can I tell you something?"

"Sure D/N, what's going on?"

"Um, well... I'm transgender..."

"Yeah?"

Literally plays it off so chill

He cares so much about you and this doesn't change a thing

"What name would you rather go by now?"

"Y/n..."

"Nice... although I think Trisha would've been a better name to choose"

"I'm not naming myself after you"

He'd beat the living shit out of anyone who misgenders you since you're his best friend

Goes out of his way to protect you (Not like he didn't before but he's more skeptical of people)

You're like his little sister now and he loves it <3

#trevor philips #gta 5 #gta v #wade hebert #fluff #romantic #platonic #trevor philips x mtf reader #transgender reader #headcanon

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cabbojage · 8 months

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Happy Storyteller Saturday!

Today I'll send two questions (which are connected):

Question 1 - Imagine that your characters enter a magic labyrinth that shows them their biggest dream (s) come true. What do they see? Is their dream something they can achieve in real life?

Question 2 - In the same labyrinth, your characters enter a room that puts them face to face with (an illusion of) the person they hate the most or their worst fear. How do they react? Are they able to put up a fight against the illusion or do they need to be rescued? How do they feel in the aftermath of the confrontation?

woah these are sick questions!!! sorry for being so late i just wanted to dedicate lots of effort to give an adequate response :)

first off, the dream labyrinths!

lola's leads to her childhood kitchen table. cluttered in the exact same way that she left it all those years ago. her biggest desire is to simply enjoy a meal with her entire family - her mami, her papá, and her sister, peri - and sit in a comfortable silence, with full stomachs and full hearts. just like how it used to be. what lola wants more than anything is to turn back time and freeze it right at that moment, before everything went wrong. which is sadly impossible.

rowan's big dream is more typical - he sees himself as incredibly wealthy, with centuries upon centuries of time on his watch. he'd live in a lavish apartment in northern sunswick, where the sun never sets, hand in hand with a lover who, this time, doesn't leave - a life where nothing can touch him, nothing can ruin him. it's definitely achievable... but maybe in a different way than he originally thought. maybe home is not just invincibility, but rather a place to store his vulnerability. maybe his dreams will change as the story progresses...

alaric sees himself as owner of a bookstore/coffeeshop. he lives on the ground level of some modest district (probably afterhills) and never has to worry about anyone's expectations or perceptions of him. he wears a forgettable face and people pass him by. for alaric, the best dream is a quiet one where he is invisible - invisible and happy.

cuckoo sees a crowd of people falling to their knees in worship. she sees success upon success and her inventions revolutionizing the city. she sees the regime of the cardinals toppled by empiricism and science. she sees her name on the headlines as a source of respect, instead of a source of mockery.

as for the fear/hate labyrinths...

lola's greatest fear is falling short, disappointing her family. the worst thing that could happen to her is for her to clock out, losing all the time on her watch. her mother and sister already had to deal with the loss of her father - and it would be the ultimate devastation for her to suffer the same fate. so her labyrinth is simply just a room full of clocks that repeatedly strike twelve, over and over... she'd be able to overcome it eventually, though. lola's always been a fighter. but facing that scene as an illusion would definitely leave her rattled afterwards.

for rowan, he'd find himself face to face with quincy, who he had a..... complicated relationship with. haven't introduced quincy yet, but he's going to be a character who was very Close Friends (close friends who kiss occassionaly yk) with rowan until he clocked out. rowan's always been pissed that quincy never told him about his time shortage. as for his greatest fear, it has to be the drug of effervescence. or rather... the effect it has on people (i'll talk more about effervescence in another worldbuilding post). in short - rowan wouldn't be able to deal with all that alone. he'd need someone to drag him away from everything he's been running away from.

alaric sees the cardinals, with his father at the head. he wouldn't be able to move. he'd just stand, paralyzed, as they gush over how talented he is, how they know he was built for greatness, who will you crush under your feet? who will be the first one to taste your cruelty? it'd be too much, alaric would only be able to nod numbly and follow along as they transform him into their weapon.

cuckoo only sees a mirror with her reflection. nothing different. her biggest enemy has always been herself, and she already knew that for a long, long, time. so she hardly spares herself a glance.

& that's it! wow that was a lot. thanks again for the great question it really helped me think about these characters with more depth!!! :D

#writeblr #asks #sts ask #storytelling saturday #wip: characters

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dicesmasher · 27 days

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The Ecology of Owlbears

The concept of 'monster ecology' when thinking about your RPG setting is quite common, I think. Much supplementary material written for Dungeons and Dragons over the years was on this topic - see AJ Pickett's vast library of monster lore videos where he helpfully brings the contents of these old magazines to the current generation of players.

However, a thing I've noticed is lacking in these writings - and I do not fault the writers for this necessarily - is that they don't include much thought as to how a particular monster interacts specifically with other creatures in its domain, and how populations of these monsters might engineer the ecosystem.

I imagine that this subject is under-explored, partially because not everyone is an ecology nerd, and partially because exactly how a monster interacts with and affects its environment depends on what that environment is, and what else lives in it. Unless you're reading setting-specific lore, this is probably left up in the air on purpose for the DM and players to fill in the blanks.

How HARD your setting is, in terms of truly considering the implications of what you put in it, also has an effect. I've realised that, for all the deep lore and violent themes, D&D (especially modern D&D) truly lends itself mostly to what I'd call 'cartoon fantasy', where we go off primarily vibes, bright colours, and whatever sounds cool. Despite this, I will continue to endeavour to create a hard setting, with as few worldbuilding plot holes as possible.

In particular, I've been thinking mainly about the iconic owlbear to exemplify thinking about monster ecology. The 5e Monster Manual actually does a decent job of describing a plausible way this creature lives, being a strictly nocturnal hypercarnivore of forested regions. The idea that it announces its presence to all the prey in the area to flush it into ideal hunting spots is... less plausible. I mean, you'd expect things to get on high alert and start quickly increasing their distance from you if you start screeching at them, unless you can throw your voice somehow.

But what I particularly like about this description is that it gives the owlbear a unique niche that is clearly different from a regular bear. With the head of an owl, we would expect the owlbear to be a hypercarnivore rather than a generalist forager, and we would expect it to take advantage of its keen sight and hearing to hunt prey in the cover of night. This lifestyle is more similar to that of big cats, which we tend not to associate that much to the temperate forests we usually associate owlbears with (lynx, pumas and Siberian tigers notwithstanding). Bears and owlbears thus live without competition.

This said, we run into a bit of a conflict. We expect the owlbear to survive as a sneaky predator of the night, but we also expect it to be an aggressive, monstrous bruiser that has a vendetta against everything and everyone it sees - that's why it's a big scary monster and not an animal. This is the fantasy of the owlbear, a big, scary predator that can kill anything, but its physiology just doesn't lend itself to successful hunting. Nature does not award extra points for being scary and angry.

Bears are not built for stealth or agility, even though they can run fast in a straight line. Reflected by this, the owlbear lacks stealth proficiency, and we'd thus expect it to fuck up a lot of its hunts. This is made worse by the assumedly high caloric needs of such a bulky predator, usually depicted as significantly larger than a brown bear. Given a few million years of evolution, we should expect owlbears to be a lot sleeker, lighter and cat-like rather than bear-like.

Obviously, the owlbear is not an evolved creature per se - the two possible origin stories put it as coming from the Feywild (a realm where style over substance can actually work) or being the result of arcane hybridisation experiments. Still, if we expect owlbears to be able to breed and establish populations, we should also expect natural selection and competition to act on them.

I thus suggest a little tweak to owlbears. They could stay large, but be more lightly built than usually depicted. They should have stealth proficiency, and be silent predators of the night, like owls. Perhaps their feathers even help dampen the sounds they make as they move through the woods? They may compete with other nocturnal large predators, if sharing their woods with big cats for example, but with their powerful builds, they always win fights against other predators and can steal their kills. Perhaps like bears, they also catch fish when they can, giving them a backup or supplementary food source.

Their reputation for aggression comes down to feeling vulnerable during the day when they should be sleeping, and lashing out furiously to neutralise threats. Being so heavily armed and requiring large solitary territories to get enough food, they likely resolve any conflict with deadly violence, except maybe against other owlbears.

In the end, we've ended up with something combining the niches of big cats, and the extinct short-faced bears which are thought to have specialised in winning confrontations against other predators to claim their kills.

In terms of how owlbears affect their environment, their reliance on sound and sight means animals must take extra care to be quiet and hidden while sleeping, or foraging at night, to not draw attention to themselves. Their typical prey may also take pains to avoid locations where they can be ambushed easily - a landscape of fear. Other large predators would take pains to avoid owlbears, which might target them for food or steal their kills, though maybe mesopredators like foxes would follow them in hopes of getting some of the carrion that the owlbear generates.

Local people, like humans and elves, would avoid going out in the woods at night. Elves, who don't need to sleep and are still active at night, would busy themselves with home tasks, and only the most wary and skilled would try going out to forage. Camping in owlbear territory would be a big no-no unless you can find somewhere where you can't be easily ambushed, and an armed sentry was up at all times. If travelling through owlbear territory, it may be worth pushing through the night, quietly if you can, to get out of there as quickly as possible. Sturdy shelters might be set up at intervals along the roads, specifically to keep people and their horses safe from owlbears. And it goes without saying that a dead owlbear would make an incredible trophy for a hunter.

#dungeons and dragons #Local nerd discovers that fantasy doesn't work like real life - tries to make it work anyway #nature doesn't give extra points for being scary #monsters need niches

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