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onlyonetifosi · 1 year

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I don't want to

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I'm so excited to meet Lando's family! His niece is adorable and I can't wait to play with her. Lando is such a great guy, and I know his family will be just as wonderful.

His sisters Cisca and Flo are going to be there aswell as Oliver, his older brother and his wife and daughter Savannah and Mila. I can't wait to meet them all. Lando speeks wonderfull things about everyone.

-Baby, you have the lego's for Mila?- I ask my boyfriend while leaving our house to get in his luxurious papaya mclaren to go to his family's house in Bristol.

-Baby, of course I do. You know how much I love my niece.- he responds kissing me on the forehead as we get in the car and start our drive to his family's home. We make small talk about work and our plans for the future as we drive, and before I know it, we're pulling up in front of a beautiful house.

Lando opens my door for me and helps me out of the car, then we walk hand in hand up to the front door. Lando's mom greets us at the door with a big hug and a warm smile.

-Hello, you must be Lila. Lando has told us so much about you. Come in, come in.- she says as she steps aside to let us in. We step into a beautiful home with a warm and welcoming feeling. Lando's mom leads us into the living room where we're met by his brother, sisters and his dad.

Everyone is so friendly and I feel right at home. We spend the day playing games, chatting and getting to know each other better. It's been such a great day and I'm so glad I got to meet Lando's wonderful family.

It was almost lunch time and I was with Savannah feeding Mila some fruits and playing with her new lego's, wich she loved.

While we were doing so, Lando, Adam, his dad, and Oliver were chatting looking at us.

-I see why you love her, you are made for eachother, she's so sweet and caring and she's going to be a fantastic mumone day- His dad said. Lando smiled and nodded getting up from the couch and walking over to us. He bends down to pick us up and kisses me on the cheek before laying Mila on her playmat. -Hey babygirl- he says while kissing her head, she gurgled at him and he began talking baby talk with her. I couldn't help but laugh watching them together, it was so cute! We were all sitting there chatting when Lando's phone began beeping. He was looking at his phone mouthing sorry to me as he put it to his ear.

-What?? No? No you can't be serious! Okay... okay... I'll be right there! -He ended the call and stood up running his hands through his hair, obviously stressed out. His family must have seen the concern on my face because they all jumped up asking him what was wrong. -It was Zak asking me to go to the factory tomorrow- he explains and I feel very sad for not being able to spend all week at his house like we were planning. His family start to leave the living room and he turns back to me. -I'm so sorry that I have to work on our first week together.- He looks really sad and I can't bare seeing him like this. He walks off in the direction of his room not looking back. -Wait!- I call out after him but he just keeps walking up the stairs and I listen him closing the door loudly.

-Lan, open the door, it's okay baby, I'm not mad or anything, it's your job and I accept that- I try to convince him to open his door beacouse he locked it.

I hear him move around a little but he doesn't open the door. I can't take it anymore and I go lie down on my bed. I look at the time and it's 11:00 PM, he still isn't back are anything. I'm really worried about him so I decide to go see if he's doing okay. -Lan baby, please open the door- I beg him to come out and open the door but there's no response from his side.

-Lan, please baby, they're really sorry, they say that the statistic of his last sim practices didn't went good and they couldn't do much more than make you repeat them- I try to explain to him why he had to work today so maybe that can calm him down a little bit. But there's still no response from his side.

-Baby, please, let me in- I beg again but now tears run out of my eyes beacouse this is just getting too much for me. The only sound that comes from his side is him crying quietly which makes me cry even more. Suddenly the door unlocks and opens slowly revealing a very sad looking Lando whose eyes are red from crying and he has some wet marks on his cheeks where tears have dried up already. He looks up at me with red puffy eyes as he tries not to cry again when we stare at each other for what seems like forever before someone steps into view behind him making him plop onto the floor right after stepping out of his room causing an extremely loud sound!

I immediately jump back scared of what might happen next because something tells me that this isn't going to end good. The house get into a tense atmosphere including even Mila who can see something is wrong.

Lando looks up at me from the floor with a hurt expression as he silently cries while trying to keep himself together, I want to go and hug him and tell him everything is going to be alright but I don't want to make the situation any worse than it already is. He starts to pack his things to goback to Woking on the morning but i decide to make moves beacuse i can see how this is affecting him so i call his bosses.

I borrow his phone to have their numbers and i call them.

-Hello, Zak Brown talking, who am i talkin to?

-Hello Mr. Brown, Im Lila McMillan,Lando's girlfriend- I explain to him

-Oh, yes i remembre you Lila, what can I help you with?

-Lando is devastated because having to work more, beacuse his exhausted mentally and physically of last week and we are in bristol in his childhoom home with all his family, I call to ask if it's extremely necesary or if it can be done next week as it was scheduled ? Please Mr. Brown, we really don't want him to leave and I'm pretty sure he is not able to fly, I hope this is a clear message.

-Yes it's clear Lila, take care of him very well- see you in Woking.

I go back to the table where Lando's sitting with his family, they are all talking while eating breakfast so i sit next to Lando and I grab his hand under the table but he pulls away slightly. -Lila! What have you been doing?- i take my phone out of my back pocket and show him our texts.

-I just talked to Zak Brown to let you rest in peace and enyoying your holidays alone with no worries.- I explain to him with a smile in my face.

-Lila, you can't do that- he panicks

-Late, I already did.

-I'm gonna kill you if i get fired.

-Lando, everything will be fine. The can't get a new driver mid-season. -He starts to calm down a bit but still he looks concerned.

-Lila, you know we have a reserve driver and not for nothing- he says while looking me in the eyes with so much kindness that i feel my heart pounding fast in my chest, it's so close to mine that i can hear its beat.

-you are an idiot do you knew that?- I say with all my heart in my words. He looks at me for a few seconds and looks like he's going to say something but then his little sister comes over and sits on his lap after saying hello to me. He pushes her away quickly, walking off towards the lake so she throws some of her breakfast at him and we all laugh when we see Lando getting mad at her.

You quieten down slowly as you finish eating and help his mother clear the table up but she asks you to go see if his father in his studio because he wants to talk to you about something important. You leave the table quickly, thinking that it has something to do with Lando but when you get there you find yourself more confused than ever because his father shows you some old family albums and explains to you how this place is gonna be your home from now on and how they already consider you part of the Norris family.

You start tearing up and you wrap your arms around his neck. You were about to thank him when Lando finally walks into the room and he looks very happy. He asks his father if they can have a word in private and after an intense staredown between father and son, they finally walk out of the room. You're left there alone in the studio but with more questions than answers. Lando comes back to the studio a few hours later and he gives you a small smile before grabbing your hand and leading you towards the forest, saying that he wants to show you something important. When you arrive where lando was leading you, you see a small cabin and once you both entered you see a fantastic room with petal roses in the bed and wine.

-We are going to spend tonight here and cuddle all day- he explains while hugging me from behind. -This is our own paradise and nobody knows about it, not even my father- he adds.

We spend the night in front of the fireplace drinking wine and eating strawberries. Lando was really happy and you spend the evening talking about future plans and playing games to see who knew each other more .

-You are the first person who knows about this place- he confesses.

The next day we spend in Lando's cabin, we make love all day and we don't leave the bed. -I want to stay here forever with you, I don't ever want to leave your side- he says after making love.

You feel exactly the same and you can't imagine your life without him anymore.

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summerlovingbaby · 2 years

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Vecna’s Curse

‘“ Uhh... Steve.” Dustin froze in his spot, his finger shaking.

“ Mom.” Y/ N called out. 1 second ago she was at a gravesite, and now she was back at her old house, in her own town. “ Mom, is that you?” she called. It couldn’t be her mom, it was impossible. It had to be Vecna, but it sounded so real.

“ Honey... are you home?” her mother called after her.

“ Mom... what are you doing here?” she asked stupidly. This was her mothers’ house obviously.

“ YOU COULDN’T SAVE ME!” her mother shouted. When she turned around her face was covered in bruises and she had a bloody nose. “ Why didn’t you save me?”

“ What do you mean?” Y/N asked.

“ You call yourself a hero, you spend all day protecting people, but you couldn’t save me!” her mothers voice seemed so real, but she was mean, and harsh, and was taller, towering over Y/N by about 2 feet.

“ I tried, I was only a ki-”

“ Why didn’t you help me, you should have saved me!”

“ STOP IT PLEASE YOU DON’T MEAN IT.”

“ I know why you didn’t save me, because you hate me.” she whispered. She was hurrying around the kitchen baking a peach pie. Y/N was allergic to peaches, but her dad would always make her eat them because “ he didn’t want to waste food”.

“ I don’t hate you, mom. I never hated yo-”

“ Oh but you do... hate me. You hate me because I didn’t help you, you hate me because I didn’t protect you-”

“ I don’t hate you.... mommy please stop. Please believe me.”

“ You watched me die because you resented me for not believing you.” Y/n opened her mouth to say something, but the only thing that came out was babbling like she was a child.

She felt like she was a child, she was a child back then, she was just a underweight anemic kid who tried so very hard to save her mother, but it didn’t cut it. Not when she was protecting her father.

A firm knock fell on the front door. She heard footsteps appear behind her, they were big heavy footsteps, work boots, she could recognize that sound anywhere. That dreaded sound.

“ Ohh... daddys home.” her mother chirped.

When she turned around, it wasn’t her dad, it was him. He was tall and had large feet. His skin looked like it was peeling off. Y/N didn’t know what to do, she just knew to run.

She ran towards the door, but it was boarded shut. She could hear Vecna speeking, but the blood was pumping so fast that she didn’t hear a word. She ran up the stairs , and the only door that was open was the run to the bedroom. She hid in her closet, like she did when she little.

She always hid in her closet because her dad was too lazy, fat and drunk to bother looking for her. And due to all the clothes it was almost soundproof so she could pretend that she was somewhere else.

But as soon as she stepped into the closet, she stepped right through the floorboard and fell straight down. Landing on her butt in a crowed emergency room, she quickly scrambled up, and took off to the nearest exit. It was boarded up and she kicked at it.

Alarms went off in the next room over, and it caught her attention. It was Steve, her Steve, the Steve that she swore to protect. He had a tube down his throat and his body was jerking around and thrashing madly. His heart monitor beeping loudly.

“ You can’t protect him.” a voice echoed in her head, and bounced around her skull.

“ STEVE... STEVE.... ARE YOU OKAY, STEVE!” she shouted, tapping at the glass, trying to wake him up. He looked dead.

“ You can’t save him.” the lights started to flicker. She should have ran, but she couldn’t leave him behind.

“ You can’t save Eddie.”

She turned around and there was her brother lying on the floor, bleeding out of his stomach. He was spitting up blood and convulsing.

“ Oh my god, Eddie.” she said running over to him. “ Eddie please be okay.” she pleaded falling to the ground next to him. “ Eddie, come on, get up, we gotta go.”

“ You cant save any of them.” The lights turned off, leaving her in darkness. They flashed back on and Eddie was gone. “ You can’t help any of them.” Vecna touched the back of her hair. She turned around and saw about a dozen hospital beds, all filled with her friends. Max, Steve, El.

“ No... no... no. I can help them. I can save them.” she pleaded, “ I can save them, I can, I can.” she was covered in blood, she could smell the metal on her hands.

“ You won’t be able to save them, like you couldn’t save your mom.” he whispered in her ear.

She scrambled upwards, running to the nearest hospital bed. “ MAX...MAX PLEASE GET UP.”

“ When they die, the blood is gonna be on your hands.” he spoke. “ Look it already is.”

“ NO.” she pleaded falling to her knees. She couldn’t bring herself to run, he was right, she couldn’t save anyone, she was no hero no matter how much she pretended to be one. She wasn’t able to save her mom, and she wouldn’t be able to save the man that she loved. She wasn’t going to be able to save her friends. Everytime that anyone got close to her, they would get hurt. She was better off dead.

“ Y/N... its ti-”

“ If I could.” music reverberated in her head, and bounced around in her skull. She glanced around and saw a portal to her home, the portal where Steve was waiting, he was holding on to her like she was her life line.

“ I’d make a deal with god, and get him to trade our places.”

Steve was waiting for her, just on the other side, she just had to get to him. He was right there, her friends were right there. She scrambled up running off, Vecna grabbed at her but she was able to get away.

“ Be running up that road.”

Y/N eyes popped open, and she fell back to the ground. The blood was pumping in her ears, tears were running down her face and she was breathing so hard her face was turning red.

“ Y/N... Y/N are you okay?” Steve’s voice was the only one that she could make out amongst the voices.

“ I...I-”

Someone was holding her, she wanted to run and hide, but the touch felt warm and comforting, and she for the first time in a while she felt safe. She stopped scrambling around and allowed herself to relax into his arms.

“You’re okay... you’re okay.”

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snowedmgic · 3 years

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merry christmas

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🎙𝒦ℯ𝒾𝓉𝒽;;– ‘ Thank you, Katsu. ‘ He looked at the valentine, trying not to laugh because bless his soul, he tried. ‘ Happy Valentine's... Katsu, I know you didn’t mean it but... Y--You called me a cotton-headed ninny muggins in this. The rest of it is fine though, I appreciate it. ‘

#🎙 got me singin 'nananana' everyday; like my ipod's stuck on replay! 🎙 ( bf/keith )#badrcputation #//god I'm laughing way too hard fuck #//Keith please not everyone speeks beep/scat like you can #submission

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jjmjjktth · 3 years

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Chapter 3: Firsts Lead to Seconds

Lady Papilion sent a butterfly to the Eiffel Tower at the arranged time. She could sense the apprihensiveness and destruction of the Black Cat hero. Guiding her butterly to land on Chat’s baton, she felt the weak mindlink for between the two of them. “Hello, Chat Noir, I am Lady Papillion, your partner.” Chat started at the sudden voice in his head.

“Lady Papilion? What miraculous do you hold, how did you get it, and why are you able to be in my head?” Chat questioned.

“I am the weilder of the Butterfly Miraculous of Metamorphosis and Encouragement; the miraculous was put in my bag; and, the miraculous makes a mindlink for me to speak to you directly and give you power if we both agree.” She responded,”What miraculous do you hold and how did you receive it? I assume it has something to do with cats.” She decided to keep the fact that she knew so much about the miraculous a secret for now, she didnt trust him…. Yet.

“I am the wielder of the Black Cat Miraculous of Bad Luck and Destruction; the miraculous appeared on my coffeetable; and I can destroy anything with a touch.” Chat stated with the same amount of formality.

“We must discuss a plan for dealing with Paeon; maybe patrols of something like that. We will also need to speek with athoraties abou setting up an alert or something.”

“I agree, they need a way to contact us as well. For all we know it won’t always be obvious when there’s a…. what did you call it…. an amok?” at her nod, he continued. “Maybe we could talk to our kwamiis about communication devices and give the local government our numbers?”

“I could talk to Nooroo about that. What’s your kwamii’s name?”

“Plagg”

“Give me a few minutes I’ll detransform since I’m not in a public place.” Lady Papillion transformed without recalling her butterfly. She immediately gave Nooroo a flower petal.

“Thank You Miss Marinette.” Nooroo tiredly said.

“Nooroo is it possible for you to notify me of messages while detransformed?”

“Yes, I’ll know if a message is left while you’re not LP!” Nooroo chirped.

“Thank you Nooroo, let’s rest a bit. I told Chat we’ll be a few minutes.”

After a minute or two Marinette transformed to reconnect with her butterfly in Chat’s weapon.

“It is possible for us to communicate with the miraculous, our kwamii are able to notify us of any messages and relay responses even when we aren’t transformed.”

“Well, its settled then. Will you usually be contacting me from off-site?” The cat questioned.

“Yes, my miraculous is made to be used from outside the battles; therefore, I am not as wellprotected as you while transformed. I do have a place I can use as a base, though.”

“Ok. Can you recall your power so we can test our communicators effectively?” As soon as she heard his request, She called out her butterfly and released it from her service.

A few seconds later, her staff buzzed and beeped. Opening the top, she requested the message be read to her.

“One message from Chat Noir…. ‘How can I be of surrrvice, Lady Papillon.’”

“Respond to Chat Noir with, ‘Since this seems to be working, could you bring the contact information to the law enforcement?’”

“Responce sent…. New message from Chat Noir.”

“Read it please”

“‘On my way’” Smiling, she detransformed and retrieved a flower petal for Nooroo.

“Thank you!”

“No problem, lets make our way back to school though.

The rest of the day was fairly uneventful compared to the morning; and people were flocking to Ivan to hear about how he beceme a superhero.

“I don’t have any power, guys, there was this lady in my head who gave me power and guided me through the battle!” He explained for the hundredth time. He sounded exasperated.

“This so-called ‘lady’ must be rediculous if she chose you. I would have ended it the moment it began. Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous.” Chloé, it’s always Chloé. I could hear Ivan shaking in his seat.

“HOW DARE YOU!” Ivan roared, “MY LADY IS A WISE AND RESPONSABLE WOMAN AND YOU CALL HER ‘RIDICULOUS!’”

“Ivan.” I state, drawing on my calming aura. “Can you calm down? Paeon is still out there and, from what I observed, he gives strong emotions physical form.” I was too late.

Rose shreeked, “The feather! It’s back!” The blood drains from my face and I get up to leave the room. As I enter the hallway, I hear a faint “Yes, Paeon” followed by a stampede.

I ended up using a fire escape to get out of the building since no one semed to think of that. From there it was a simple affair to arrive at my greenhouse as it was somewhat out of the danger zone.

“Nooroo, did the amok take the same form?”

“Yes, it has also taken Chloé Borgeois and Mylené Harple captive.”

“Ok, Nooroo, wings rise!” The familiar warmth washed over her, leaving Lady Papillion in its wake. Feeling the rush of emotions, LP sought out Ivan once again. Bonding with a photo he had on him, she spoke, “Ivan, we meet again.”

“I am so sorry! I was just so angry at Chloé, she insulted you!”

“While I am honored you decided to defend me, Paris has changed. As much as I hate to admit it, it is no longer safe to feel negative emotions. That’s what makes Paeon so cruel.”

“I understand, My Lady.”

“Ivan, are you willing to become Ironheart once again to defeat the amok?”

“Yes, My Lady.” She smiled at his agreement and allowed her power to enter Ivan fully. Transforming him into Ironheart in a wake of lavender bubbles, she began to guide him towards the battle.

Chat Noir was already on the scene, arguing with the police.

“This isn’t a failure on our part! This is an entirely separate situation!”

“Then why is the same monster as earlier climbing the Eiffel Tower with the mayor’s daughter!”

“I don’t have all the information yet!”

“Ironheart, can you please open your palm?” I asked. When Ivan opened his palm, an image was projected into the air. Lady Papillion was siting on her throne of metal vines, her sceptre resting on her lap. One of her hands remained on the handle of the sceptre while the other was draped casually over the vines of the armrest. Around her thousands of butterflies, many different kinds, flew around her. Giving her the image of a Lady in her keep.

“What seems to be the issue, officer….”

“Raincomprix, Leutenant Raincomprix.” the leutenant seemed to be a bit intimidated by the aura of power she gave off. At a nod of her head, he continued, “As a police department, we were concerned about the resurfacing of this morning’s villain despite you two supposedly defeating him.”

“I assure you, the resurfacing of the amok has nothing to do with Chat Noir and I. The man behind the attack, Paeon, posesses an ability to physically manifest any strong emotions into beings for him to control. The victim of this morning mearly got upset enough for Paeon to exploit them again. This will most likely become a common occurrence untill we track down Paeon and strip him of his power.” The leutenant’s face fell at her words.

“We have already left our contact information with the police department,” Chat chimed in.

“We must hurry, the amok has already caused enough damage as is.”

There is a sudden rustling of feathers as the amok put it’s chest towards the sky releasing millions of feathers from inside. The feathers, moving against the wind, rose into the air taking ther form of a man in a mask.

“I am Paeon, the man who controls this sentinel.” Paeon gestures toward the amok. “I have come to rescue you from the villains Chat Noir and the Butterfly. I must retrieve their miraculous to strip them of their power. Look around you, look at all the destruction they caused.”

“Ironheart, put your palms into the air please.” When Ironheart follower her instruction, a much larger projection than earlier filled the space above him.

“Paeon, how lovely to meet you.” Lady Papillion greeted with a sickly sweet tone. “I was wondering when I would have the pleasure of your acquaintance.” She relaxed onto her throne as Paeon scowled. “I am Lady Papillion, weilder of the Butterly Miraculous of Metamorphisis and Encouragement. Chat Noir and I have not caused the damage to uor beloved city, but Paeon tore through the city using a creature formed with the hurt and rage of an innocent teen. Doesn’t that sound more like the actions of a villain?” With that Ironheart lowers his hands and lept up the tower catching the feathers in his shield. A blinding light shone from the shield and the feathers were gone.

Sensing it was time to act, Chat Noir bounded after Ironheart. The battle was short after that. A well times cataclysm and two graceful catches ended the majority of the afternoons excitement.

As soon as the heroes reached the ground, they were surrounded by the press with their questions and flashing lights. It was definitely a new experience for the three.

“Lady Papillion! Ironheart, do you plan on working together for the time being?”

“Chat Noir! What do you think of Paeon painting a picture of you as a villain?”

“Chat Noir! How long do you plan on being a superhero, and how will it effect your daily life?”

“Lady Papillion! Why dont you show your face in person?” There were so many questions and so little space that Ironheart had to send out a little shockwave to get them to back off so the small image of Lady Papillion could speak.

“Ironheart and I will each take one question.” She stated with no room for argument. “I will not appear in person as, like Paeon, my miraculous is meant for distance and leaves me more vulnerable than the average miraculous weilder.”

“I dont know if I will be selected by my Lady again, but if I am, I will gladly accept it.” Ironheart stated and then left.

“Well done, Ironheart. Remember, your protectiveness is both your strength and your weakness. Be careful.” And with that she withdrew her butterfly and released it from her service. Before she could detransform, her septre buzzed.

“One new message from Chat Noir.”

“Read it.”

“‘Purrhaps you could send one of your butterflies to Arc de Triomphe, I would like to speak with mew, winky face.’” She sighed and sent out another butterfly with a kiss.

The butterfly made its journey to the Arc de Triomphe rather quickly and promptly joined with Chat’s golden bell. “You wanted to speak with me?”

“Yes, I would like to see this base of yours so we can work together purrroperly.” Chat demanded.

“No, It would give away my identity or at least narrow it down for you. That is against what my kwamii told me.”

“Would knowing our identities not improve our teamwork, My Lady?”

“It also may hinder it Chat; so, I must say no.” she could feel his disappointment and anger rising.

“How can I trust you if I don’t know who you are?!”

“You will have to. I am goind to send a champion to heal the city. Good bye, Chat.” and she recalled the butterfly; but not before she felt his anger spike.

Feeling around, Lady Papillion searched for someone with the desire to fix everything. She sent her butterfly into a foreman’s clipboard.

“Hello, sir. I am Lady Papillion, what is your name?”

“Lady Papillion! Um…. I’m Rich Bordétte. It’s an honor to meet you My Lady.”

“Thank you Rich. I would like to offer you the ability to fix all the damage from today’s battles, even death.”

“Ok, call me…. The Worker!”

“Rich Bordétte, do you accept my offer to become The Worker”

“Yes, Lady Papillion.” The lavender bubbles covered Rich; in the same way as Ivan, the bubbles gave him a sunflower-colored hardhat, a safety vest, and a toolbelt with only a drill on it.

The Worker rose into the air and raised his dril and without ceremony pressed the button. From the tip of the drill, various butterflies and moths streamed out to the city covering everything that was damaged and anyone who was hurt or worse. As soon as the last moth landed, The Worker cried out and all the bugs rose at once flying to the sky. Below, the city looked just as it did the day before. The rubble was gone, the people were healed and all evidence of Paeon was gone.

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anne-white-star · 3 years

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Vampire!pertwee x reader the masquerade ball

Notes : reader gets invited to a masquerade ball by the count who is head of the city and he choose a bride at the end. Reader then finds out the count is a vampire

im also sorry that the gifs don't match but it inspired me greatly

Words : 1907

Warnings: non

Y/n woke up one morning entangeled in her sheets "oh wow that was a strange dream " she yawed "hmm oh wel guese i should get up"

She then stood up And got dressed after her routine y/n got breakfast from down stairs. While the coffee was running y/n checkt the mail, in the mail was a letter with her name on it in a beautyfull hand wrighting. Also a seal adored the paper "a letter from the count how strange" y/n opend the letter.

"Dear people"

"I Wright this letter to invite you to a ball i will be hosting this upcoming saturday, im looking For a wife who will love me for who i am, the rules of the ball are is that you have to wear a mask and match it with your dress, at the end of the ball i will be anounig who will become my bride."

"You don't have to come but its apriciated if you did"

Greatings from

J. Pertwee.

Y/n looked at the paper "the count is looking For a Wife.... should i go?" She was thinking "i mean i got a chance so why not but what will i wear..." while the was thinking the coffee machine beeped to let know that the coffee was done. " Alright what to wear hmm".

Then y/n remembered an old photo of her mother in a blue ball gown "mabey.....she gave it to me right?" She grabed her phone and started dail the number".

"Hello y/n"

"Hi mom i got a Question"

"Do tell"

"I was wondering if you gave me that ball gown of yours when i moves out i got invited to a ball"

"Oh yeah i do its in a light pink box with light blue stars on it there should be asesoires in there as wel.

" Thanks i will go in search for it"

"Who invited you?"

"The count did"

"You mean the head of the town?"

"Yes, hes in search for a wife i mean i can try right"

"Yes you can go but please be carefull we don't know anything about him"

"Yes mom i know don't worry i'll be fine i promice, speek to you later im going to look for the dress.

"Alright sweetheart but rember be carefull"

"I wil mom don't worry take care" y/n hung up And put the phone aside "alright its time to look die that box" she went upstairs to her bedroom and looked everywhere, but a hour later she still hasnt found it "hmm mabey its in the attic" she opend it up turned on the light And looked around "man i have to mutch stuff ah there it is" she grabed the box and went back down, then she opend up the box and, in the box was a mask a pair of shoes a tiara and her mom her dress and gloves, there was also a letter

" dear y/n

If you find this box its yours now the dress was once mine but the other things are specaly for you, i want to wish you a lovely evening when you wear this

Love from your mom"

"Oh how sweet" she wiped a tear now lets try them on

About 15 minuts later y/n had everything on and it fited like a glove absolutly perfect.

"Tomorow is the ball then i perhaps should go to bed its going to be a long night".

the next day y/n took the time to get ready, she took a shower and did her hair and put on her dress and accessoires. "Alright finaly done" she turned off the lights and went outside to lock the door but when she turned around she was greeted by a cariage

"Hello madam i come to pick you up for the ball " a man bowed to her

"Ah alright thank you, were youv sent by the count? "

"Yes i was madam"

"Alright then" y/n smiled softly "Shall we go then? "

"Of course" the man opend the door of the carriage and closed it once y/n was seated "

"Alright lets go then" she took a deep breath to calm herself, once the carriage was on its way it looked like time flew by because 20 minuts later they arived

"We are here madam " the man opend the door

"Thank you for bringing me here sir...."

"Troughton"

"Thank you sir troughton wil i see you again this evening? "

"Yes i'll be bringing you home as wel"

"Thank you have a lovley evening" she smiled

"You to miss y/l/n"

Y/n turned around grabed her skirt and then walked up the stairs. Then she was greated by two big doors they opend from the inside letting her in, there were a lot of people male and female, of course the ball was ment for the count to find a wife but both male and female people took the opertunety to find somone to be with.

Some people went silent and looked at y/n others wispered and stared, it was making her quite uncomfertble " Oh dear goodness i hope people won't be staring to mutch at me."

Then the trumperts were sounded and a man with white hair wearing all red walked down the stairs.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the Masquerade Ball thats being held to look for a wife for me, of course you can enjoy yourself and do whatever you like have a lovley evening everybody"

The man walked further down the stairs and made his way on to the ballroom floor, a lot of women and girls went after him. She could not completly see his face but she bet he's very handsome his voice sounded like honey.

And hour and a half went by, she already had danced with multiple people but her feet hurt so y/n went to the side and sat down on a chair. Her eyes roamed over the ballroom looking at all the people, unfortanetly enough y/n hadnt quite felt a conection with anyone yet.

"Excuse me miss but why arn't you on the dance floor" a voice spoke

"Wel unfortanetly my feet hurt so i had to sit down for a moment " She said not looking up

"Ah i see, we all need some rest from time to time"

Finaly she looked up And gasped it was the count " Oh please do excuse me for being so rude i din't mean to"

"No no don't worry you Werent being rude at al its quite alright"

"I need a few more minuts of rest i will get blisters on my feet for sure" she giggled

"Alright thats fine, im really glad you could come miss? "

"Y/n y/l/n"

"Miss y/n, may i say you look very lovely this evening "

"Why thank you, you look also verry lovely in your costume"

"Thanks, oh please do excuse me i think there is somone who wants to dance with me, i'll be back in a few minuts" he bowed and walked away.

"Curious, something is off oh wel perhaps im imagine it"

About 15 minuts the count was back "may i please have this dance from you miss y/n"

"Well of course" she bowed at him, they both spun around putting his arms around her waist and she put her hand on his shoulder

Then the both twirled and walzed over the ballroom floor everybody had made way for them looking on how the couple danced, he then picked her up, y/n was having the time of her life. She was laughing and gigeling

When the dance was over he diped her

they stoped before a mirror but what she din't know was that the only reflection that could be seen was hers. But before she could see it they both moved away from the mirror.

"That was absolutly wonderfull i really had fun" she bowed

"Oh it was nothig at all you are quite a good dancer miss y/n"

"Thank you..... you know i never asked you your name"

"My name is John Devon Roland Pertwee de Perthuis de Laillevault but you can call me jon"

"Hold on i want to try and say that John Devon Roland Pertwee.... de Perthuis de Laille...vault wow im never going to try that again i keep it at jon pertwee then" she giggled

"Thats alright I really enjoyed your company miss y/n"

"Oh y/n is just fine jon i really enjoyed your company as wel"

"I wil soon make an anouncement"

"Thats fine im going to drink something"

He kissed her hand "i hope to see you back soon"

Y/n walked away and grabed a goblet to drink from "sutch a gentleman" she blushed "oh cut it out y/n You never have a chance with him" she was kind of disapointed at herself

"Dear ladies and gentlemen may i have your atention please, i really enjoyed all of your company this evening but i think i finaly found my new fiance , (your full name) could you please come forward, " once y/n stood before him he grabed her hand softly "ladies and gentlemen may i introduse you to (your full name) my fiance to be," he turned to her "y/n I really enjoyed this evening with you and i hope we could spent some more time together"

"But of course jon i would absolutly love to spent more time with you"

He noded "i also have a gift for you" he grabed a necklace out of his pocket

"it was my wife her necklace before she died i want you to have it" he placed it around her nek

"Thank you so mutch jon its beautyfull" she hugged him "i promice to take good care of it ......but before i stay here i have to get my stuff from home"

"As you wish we sent a moving truck tomorow so that you can get your stuff.... don't you mind to get with me even while we know echoter sinds tonight?"

"Of course not im alone in that house of mine i enjoy some company" she softly grabed his hand

Jon noded at her " dear people i thank you all for coming have a lovley night and i see you an other time"

"So i will stay her?"

"Unless you don't want this "

" I need to get to know you first then we can take more steps"

"Wel of course "

"Jon tell me and be honest to me, i have the feeling that you are not human am i corect?"

"So you found out?"

"That there is something strange about you..... Yes, but its not threathing tell me jon what are you?"

Jon sighed he could't stop it now "you want the truth?"

"Yes"

"Alright, well y/n I am a vampire i have been for quite some years now, my wife died of old age, if you want to leave thats fine"

Y/n grabed his hand once more "I don't want to leave now you need somone to love you and stay with you.... I won't leave even if we know echoter for one night i promice "

Tears fell from his eyes " Thank you y/n you are the best thing a vampire can have" he kissed her fourhead and huged her close to him.

Y/n knew she had nothig to fear

the end

I hope you enjoyed reading 😊

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here’s my obligitory SPORTACUS HAS TYPE-ONE DIABETES post

honesly the main reason i like this headcanon is because i think its important for people to understand type-one and how one can be healthy with and despite it. and as a character who is like… the pinical of physical health, i think it would be a really interesting thing for sportacus to have and i love the hypothetical concept of him educating the kids (and therefore, the audience) about type-one since there are SO MANY misconceptions regarding it.

i’m gonna go into more detail about it under the cut! i actually full on wrote out a story regarding how he explained type-one to the kids.

i like to think that his crystal can alert him about his blood sugar as well, so here’s what im thinking:

sportacus is usually so good at monitoring his type-one, that no one even knows he has it. really, i think he’s so active that his blood sugar is always one the lower side anyway, so when he’s out with the kids he can eat sportscandy without really having to worry about giving himself insulin for it. he does have an insulin pump, though, but no one ever really notices it.

one day, though, while he’s out playing with the kids, he gets a bit too caught up in the came they’re playing and his blood sugar PLUMETS and his crystal goes off (the “your blood sugar is low!” alert is different from the “someone’s in trouble!” alert, so he can very easily tell the difference), and he’s like “whoops!” so he steps out of the game for a little bit. the kids notice that his crystal went off but he doesn’t seem to be rushing off, so they’re a bit confused, and ask, “sportacus, is someone in trouble?”

“nope!” sportacus says, then calls to his airship for some juice.

“but, your crystal!” stephanie says.

“yes, my crystal did alert me of something, but it wasn’t because anyone is in danger.” he catches the juice that his airship sent down, and takes a seat on a nearby bench.

“what do you mean?” trixie asks.

“well–” sportacus begins, and then stops. he didn’t realize he had never told the children about his diabetes before. he guesses he forgot about it. “it is a bit of a long story. would you like me to explain?” the kids nod, and sit around him.

“where should i begin?” he asks himself, and then says, “ah!” and starts. “well, you see, in almost all the food we eat, there is something called ‘carbohydrates’, or carbs. this is what our body uses for energy. our body breaks it down into a good, healthy type of sugar – different than the sugar in candy! – that we need to keep going. does that make sense?” the kids nod, with a few chimes of “yeah, i think so,” and the like, so sportacus continues.

“this good sugar, called ‘glucose’ or ‘blood sugar’, is the source of our body’s energy. it is necessary,” he says. “however, there is something our bodies need in order to turn it into energy. that thing is called ‘insulin’. it is made here–” he points to the general area in his own body where his pancreas is “– and is spread throughout the body to break down blood sugar to make it energy. all of you have very efficient bodies: your bodies can make and regulate insulin all by themselves!”

the kids pike up with their, “wow!”s and “cool!”s and sportacus smiles to himself, happy that they’re so excited to learn about this sort of thing. “but,” he says once they quiet down, “not everyone’s body is like this.”

“huh?” trixie says. “why not?”

“well, another thing our body has is something called an ‘immune system’. that is your body’s own personal super hero!” he pokes ziggy in the stomach as he speeks, knowing that what he said is something that will make ziggy excited (he’s right). “your immune system fights off all the bad things in your body, and helps you to not get sick. but sometimes, your immune system makes mistakes.”

“it DOES?” ziggy asks, in awe.

“it does!” sportacus says. “my immune system, and a lot of other people’s, thinks the insulin our body makes is a bad guy, so it gets rid of it.”

“wait – you don’t get insulin?” stephanie asks, shocked. “what happens!”

“i have this!” sportacus gesures at the insulin pump clipped to one of his pockets. the children gape at it, as they have never noticed it before.

“whoa!” pixel says, immediatley fascinated by the technology. “what does it do?”

“it gives my body different insulin; a type that my immune system doesn’t try to get rid of!“

“what– what– what happens when you don’t have insulin?” ziggy aks.

“the glucose in my blood builds up, because i have no insulin to turn it into energy. it is very unhealthy.”

“that sounds bad!” stingy says.

“it is – but don’t worry! not only do i have this –” he pats his insulin pump “– to keep my blood sugar in the right place, but i can regulate it with exersize, too! exersize also lowers your blood sugar.”

the kids pipe up with their excitement and facination again, before trixie stops and asks, “wait. what does this have to do with your crystal going off, then? you were playing soccer with us, so you were exersizing, right? that means your blood sugar should be fine!”

“unfortuntely, it is not that simple,” sportacus says with a fond smile. “remember how i said that your bodies are good at regulating the amount of insulin you have? that means your body makes sure your blood sugar is never too high OR too low. my body cannot do that either. when your blood sugar is too LOW, that is also bad. it can be worse than when your blood sugar is too high!”

“whoa, really?”

sportacus nods just as his crystal beeps again. oh, he had completely forgotten about his juice. he is really begining to feel the low, now; his head hurts, and he is feeling a bit woozy. he puts a hold on his explaination, and downs a good half of his juice.

“normally,” he says after he has swallowed, “my blood sugar is okay because i pay close attention to it. i eat a lot of sportscandy while i’m being active to keep my blood sugar from getting too low. i seem to have gotten a bit too into today’s game, though, so i forgot about it!”

stingy gasps. “that’s BAD, sprotacus!” he says.

sportacus laughs. “it is, but its okay, because i have juice now! juice brings my blood sugar up very fast.” he takes another sip of his juice, thinking. “there are times, too, where i might get so low i might need something with REAL sugar. like, cake frosting or something.”

“really?” stephanie asks. “won’t that put you in a sugar meltdown?”

“it will, but being in a sugar meltdown is actually quite preferrable to having a very low blood sugar.”

“huh. so, sugar meltdowns have nothing to do with this, then?”

“they do not. sugar meltdowns are a different thing entirely.”

“hm. werid,” she says, but does not ask anymore questions about it.

sportacus waits a little bit, then checks his blood sugar on his pump. it has gone up enough now that they can continue their game of soccer.

“wait, sportacus,” trixie asks before the game really starts up again, “is there a name for all of this? like, what is it called?”

“oh! it is called type-one diabetes,” sportacus says. “a lot of people have it, and it can be a bit more difficult for us to stay healthy, but if we do a good job watcing our blood sugar and giving ourselves insulin when we need it, we can live a normal, healthy life, just like everyone else!”

“ooh, neat!” trixie says. “okay, enough talk. time to play!”

before long, they have launched back into their game, playing as if nothing strange had happened.

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