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Just an Affair - Charles Leclerc x Reader

Part 2

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Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, cheating, alcohol, explicit language, toxic behavior

summary: Feeling that your marriage was starting to fall apart you go seek comfort in the arms of a certain Monégasque guy. Knowing just how complicated things could get as your own husband was his literal opponent.

The glass of champagne in your hand was already empty again as you bit the inside of your mouth so hard you were afraid the sensitive flesh was gonna bleed. One arm crossed over your body in an introverted manner while you leaned against the cold marble bar counter behind you. Feeling stupid for having put on your fancy lingerie, stupid for wearing the short black dress that you nearly suffocated in and even more stupid that you had come there despite knowing it wasn’t gonna end well.

You watched as your husband was all smiles and giggles as he chatted with the Formula 1 elite. All of them suited up and with a drink in their hands. The drivers all clearly hated this but it was part of the job. These were the people that brought the money, so it was of course expected for everyone to be nice. When you awaited for the waiter to refill what seemed like your millionth glass of champagne your attention fell to the lounge area, seeing some drivers had accumulated there, most of them with their girlfriend or wife by their side.

It made your stomach twist with embarrassment. Seeing how Max had his arms wrapped around his partner Kelly and how a clearly tired Carlos was resting his head on his girlfriend Isas shoulder. All seemingly living the same life as you but just being better at it. You blushed as you realized your staring hadn’t gone unnoticed, feeling the eyes of a certain brown haired Monégasque linger on you. The young man shooting you a friendly smile as his hands played with the glass in his hand.

It was the week of the Miami grand prix and you hadn’t enjoyed your stay in the states so far. Even if you had just arrived less then twenty four hours ago, it had been very unpleasant to say the least. But maybe it wasn’t the places fault, everything was perfect here after all. Or so it seemed.

„Here you go.“ the bartender handed you another glass of champagne, as you had decided to stick to the sparkling beverage. Knowing how bad things could get if you opted for something stronger or started mixing different alcohols. This was merely to not upset your stomach but also get you drunk enough to forget your worries. You gave the waiter a small nod before mumbling a short thank you as you brought the rim of glass to your lips, your bracelet on your wrist jingling with your every movement. Your eyes travelled through the room again as a sigh left your lips. God, how was it always you that ended up at the bar totally alone?

„Enjoying the bar all by yourself I see.“ you turned your head to the right, checking who had just approached you. But even just the strong french accent had given it away as you stared at the brown haired guy who had a big smile on his lips, ever so perfectly showcasing his dimples. You smiled before taking another sip as you just looked at him watching your every movement „Yes but it’s good champagne at least.“

Charles shook his head, chuckling before turning to the bar and ordering himself a drink. He then hopped up onto the bar chair, causing you to raise your eyebrows. Was he really here to give you company? In a way it was sweet but also incredibly sad as you figured how pathetic you must look. But the Ferrari driver didn’t even give you much time to think about it as he signaled you to sit down as well. You did so, readjusting your short dress a little as you took place on the high bar chair. Charles eyes fell onto your legs while you did so and you could tell he was holding his breath in before brushing it off and asking „Enjoying Miami so far?“

„Mhm.“ you nodded, resting your arms on the counter top „It’s very nice, the place I mean.“

Charles furrowed his brows, the sad tone in your voice obviously didn’t go unnoticed to him. He could feel the eyes of his friends in the lounge on him, all of them wondering what the hell the young guy was trying to do. But he didn’t really care about what people thought. He had always liked you, even just from the few times he had gotten to talk to you. For a long time it was almost impossible to catch you alone, which had of course intimidated him. He wasn’t gonna risk anyone in the paddock having a personal vendetta against him, especially not the guy that called himself your husband. But things had changed lately and it didn’t go unnoticed to the Monégasque guy, that you seemingly spent more time standing in the corner all alone than usual.

„Yes, of course the place is nice.“ Charles chuckled, not really content with your answer „But what about you? Are you enjoying yourself?“

Charles saw as you wanted to say something but then decided against it. He also noticed your head turning around and looking through the room as if you were searching someone. And when you didn’t find him, your whole expression changed. Suddenly the guy found you to be much more relaxed and talkative. You two talked for nearly an hour as the place was starting to empty out. He would never forget the sound of you laughter and the feeling of your hand on his knee when you tried to calm yourself.

„He seriously said that?“ you wiped the corner of your eyes, having cried literal tears from lauging too hard.

„Yes! I swear!“ the young guy laughed, as he watched you closely. The room almost completely empty with only the two of you and people starting to clean up. Only now you noticed how nice this bar was, with the chandeliers and all the details on the walls. Finishing your champagne as you had calmed yourself a little, you ran your hands through your tangled hair.

„I may or not have to go.“ you sighed, looking at the time on your phone „Its past midnight and I’m gonna have to go back to the hotel.“

Charles lips turned into a frown as he noticed your heel playing with his chair. Your naked leg basically intertwined with his. Was this a sign? God the young guy felt scared to do what he did next but he just had to; he nervously placed his hand on your naked thigh as your eyes fell onto him. You held your breath at the sudden touch, almost giving you goosebumps. His hand travelled higher up when he saw you didn’t disobey and finally his fingers played with the hem of your short dress.

„Please don’t go.“ the young guy whispered his fingers now confidently wandering under your dress. You quickly grabbed his wrist stopping his movements as you were already a little flustered. Charles almost looked sad when you did so, thinking you had just rejected him but your next words surprised the guy „Charles, not here.“

The feeling of being pressed against the hard wall behind you was enough to drive you crazy as you remembered the last time you felt this excited with your fingers buried in Charles hair as he eagerly attacked the skin on your neck with kisses. You wrapped you leg around him trying to pull him closer into you. You couldn’t even feel the cold bathroom wall against your back as you felt this incredible rush go through your body. Charles hands roaming your body, before resting on your hips. He pulled away from you, grasping for air as he looked at you with puffy lips and messy hair „Are you sure about this mon amour?“

God how would you even resist at a sight like that. You nodded and next thing you knew Charles guided you to wrap your second leg around him as you jumped up and put your arms around his neck, your face only inches away from his. The young guy carried you over to the bathroom sink before putting you down on the flat marble surface. He placed his lips onto yours softly again before quickly undressing himself from his blazer, dropping it to the ground as he started unzipping your dress while you unbuckled his belt. Much quicker in undressing you let his pants drop down to the floor. As Charles felt your hand on his lower stomach, playing with the the hem of his underwear he stopped in his track „Wait!“

You froze pulling away from him confused, had you done something wrong? Judging from his hard on that couldn’t be the case. Charles grabbed your left hand with out another word. He then held it up, signaling you what his problem was. You raised your eyebrows sending him a challenging look „Just take it off then.“

Charles didn’t need anything else as he tried to take of the silver ring on your finger with his hand. When he realized that didn’t work he quickly put his mouth use. Taking your finger in his mouth before carefully pulling off the ring with his teeth. Was he trying to test you? You knew you where supposed to feel bad about this, guilty even. This was the worst thing anyone could do but somehow it made you feel incredibly; good.

Your ring was placed onto the sink next to you before Charles started roughly pulling up your dress, not even bothering unzipping it anymore as it revealed your black lingerie. The Ferrari driver chuckled shaking his head at the sight of it as you could feel him press against your thigh. You looked down as you felt his thumb press against your lips before he grabbed your chin „You were planing on this, huh?“

Rolling your eyes you shook your head before biting your lips; guys and their ego. You put your hands onto his lower stomach again before now going a step further and pulling them down. Charles now feeling challenged by this and wanting to keep the upper hand, quickly and roughly did the same to you before without hesitation putting his fingers onto your private area. He teased you by running his fingers through your folds, feeling how wet you were, giving him exactly what you wanted „I bet I can make you cum with just my fingers.“

You chuckled shaking your head, as you tried not to go insane at his teasing touches. Your hand now wrapped around his cock without a warning as the guy took a sharp breath in. You smirked before whispering into his ear„I bet I can do it faster.“

He looked down at your hand as he closed his eyes for a second, knowing he was fucked. With how worked up he was he wasn't gonna last long. But Charles was extremely competitive so he of course agreed to the stupid challenge and next thing you knew he entered one of his fingers into you, slowly pumping in and out. One soon turned into two and then into three as his other hand stared rubbing circles against your clit.

„Fuck.“ you whimpered, already at his mercy. Somehow you managed to pump your own hand still wrapped around him up and down, even if it was hard to coordinate. Charles groaned before pressing his lips onto yours, your head pressed against the bathroom mirror. His movements remaining steady.

„Charles.“ you now moaned, feeling his hand against you with each of the pumps. He really knew what he was doing and you couldn’t remember the last time you actually felt like this. It wasn’t like your sex life was dead but once you start to resent someone it’s hard to enjoy the sex part. Did you actually just say you resent your husband? God what was this guy doing to you.

„You’re fucking crazy.“ Charles groaned, feeling the familiar feeling rush through his body. He couldn’t cum before you though so he picked up his pace, making you throw you head back as you were a moaniing mess. A satisfying smirk placed on the young guys face but next thing he knew cum started dripping down his shaft right onto your hand. That was enough to put you over the edge and with your head thrown back and your husband opponents fingers buried inside of you, you reached that sweet high you had been longing for. And Charles did so at the exact same time. Resting his hand on the mirror next to you, as he came all over your thighs. He closed his eyes, catching his breath before wordlessly pulling his fingers out of you.

The brown haired guy pulled up his underwear and pants before grabbing some tissues and starting to clean up your thighs. You were taken aback by the sweet gesture, not used to this kind of affection after sex. But somehow the young guy made sure you were all cleaned up, before pulling up your panties. You watched him with furrowed brows closely as he readjusted your dress, his look so concentrated. When Charles was done he looked up at you, seeing your confused gaze

„What?“ the guy chuckled, not understanding what he had done wrong. But you just shrugged your shoulders shaking your head, not wanting to ruin the moment with your own insecurities. You then hopped down the sink and just when you wanted to unlock the door, the Monégasque guy grabbed your upper arm agins. He turned you around looking down at you before pressing a soft kiss onto your lips again, as his hands brushed down your hair „Now let’s get you home.“

The next morning you woke up with a pounding headache. Memories of what happened the night before flooding your brain. God, what had you done? Seeing your husband had already left for practice you took your time to get ready. The only thought on your mind while showering being a certain brown haired guy. Still wondering what this now meant. But even if it had been wrong, it had felt so good to be wanted and treated with respect.

You were also dreading going to the paddock because when you had gotten back to the hotel late last night your husband wasn’t exactly pleased. Allthough he had already been sleeping when you laid down next to him he hit you with a „We‘ll talk about this tomorrow.“

So with an eery feeling in your stomach you made your way to the Miami gardens. Not wanting him to get more upset with you than he probably already was. You had put on a white two piece and kept hair and makeup fairly simple. Maybe it was your unconsciousness trying to make you look as innocent as possible. But you felt like guilt was written all over your face when you stepped out off your Uber. Using your badge to get past security but most of them already recognizing you.

A couple of teams where already done practicing for the first session on this Friday morning. So passed a couple of familiar faces all of them smiling at you bit not daring to say anything. It had always made you feel like kind of an outsider. Even the drivers girlfriends seemed to have a shared dislike for you, which you just couldn’t understand. But then again it was probably more of an issue with your husband than you. You also walked past the Ferrari home but Charles didn’t seem to be there. It was probably better, after all you shouldn’t think about him. You were here to support your husband.

„Y/n!“ a familiar voice yelled after you, making you cringe internally. You turned around to look at the older guy with the mercedes logo on his his chest.

„Toto!“ you gave him a fake smile as he furrowed his eyebrows, wondering why you had just wanted to pass the mercedes hospitality. You hadn’t wanted to talk to anyone, so you had been heading towards the stands but that was now not gonna happened.

„Tell me, Y/n. What the hell have you done to Lewis?“ Toto chuckled, shaking his head. You couldn’t tell if it was a joke or not but the mention of your husband‘s name alone made you wanna throw up. The gravity of what you had done hitting you.

„What- What do you mean?“ you stuttered, nervously fidgeting with your bag, glad you had choosen to wear sunglasses or else Toto would have probably noticed something was up right away. The Mercedes boss looked at you critically, he had never seen you this uneasy. Normally you had always been calm and relaxed but today there was something else going on.

„The guy's totally out of it today. Yelling at people and driving terribly.“ Toto explained, earning a sigh from you. Lewis could be so moody sometimes it was one of the things you absolutely despised about him. Every little thing you‘d do could cause him to go off like a little child throwing a tantrum. But it had been even worse since he had lost the championship last year, actually that’s when your marriage had started to go downhill. Your husband just was incredibly narcissist and everything was about him all the time. Or at least that’s how you felt.

„Alright.“ you just shrugged your shoulders, actually not really caring wheter or not Lewis was doing well. You had stopped caring about him winning after last year, seeing how incredibly dependent his happiness was on the stupid competition. It was an incredible turn off seeing him do things that weren’t sportsmanship like at all when racing against Max. And the things he had said, even to you, you weren’t ever gonna forget it. It made you hate this goddamn sport so much.

The look on Totos face was one of confusion and also disappointment as he tried to find the right words to say, just now realizing how bad it stood for Lewis and you. But there wasn’t enough time for him to say something because soon enough your husband walked onto the paddock, wearing his race wear and looking absolutely done as he drank his water while people were stood all around him, handing him towels and acting like he was some sort of god. Behind him followed none other than Charles, who hair was sticking down to his forehead as he clearly struggled under the warm Miami sun. Charles looked rather startled, and even when his eyes fell on you his expression didn’t change much.

„Lewis!“ Toto yelled his arms crossed as Lewis caught up to you. He looked at you behind Toto, not acknowledging you much at all „What the hell happened? It’s not even been five minutes!“

Lewis sighed, taking of his headset as he wiped some sweat of his forehead ignoring all the cameras around him. He looked at Toto with a clenched jaw, mad the guy hadn’t been there to communicate with him over the radio when he needed him „Me and Charles touched and I spun before I went into the wall.“

Toto stomped the ground angrily, making you flinch a little. You just hoped Charles was okay and not hurt, knowing how scary crashes could get. But the Mercedes boss was more than mad by now, feeling Lewis was being reckless „This is free practice Lewis! What the fuck are you doing driving so close to one another!“

„It was his fault! He‘s super competitive and drove up on me way to closely, leaving me no space to break!“ Lewis defended himself, making sure that no one heard him. Toto didn’t even really listen to him, he just turned around and gave you one last look as if he was trying to say that this was all your fault before walking off into the motor home. You watched him leave, awkwardly bouncing on your legs as Lewis stood beside you mustering you as he drank out his straw.

„Where were you last night?“ there it was, the question you had been avoiding to hear. You looked at your husband , biting the inside of your mouth. Thoughts traveling through your mind, what if he already knew? What would happen if he found out?

„I stayed at the bar a little longer.“ you shrugged your shoulders crossing your arms. He wasn’t one to talk after all, he had literally just left without you. Not even asking if you wanted to come with him. Lewis looked at you critically, not knowing wheter or not not he believed you. He knew you very well after all or at least he thought he did "It’s not like it really matters Lewis, right? Just focus on racing-"

„Of course it matters to me when my wife gets home in the middle of the night with zero explanation.“ Lewis muttered under his breath taking a step towards you. Great, he was angry again. This could only end well. You clenched your jaw, rolling your eyes, luckily your glasses prevented Lewis from seeing so.

„I just told you why.“ you insisted, staying calm so he wouldn’t flip out. Sometimes it felt like Lewis didn’t even listen to you, like he had his mind and opinions all made up. You shifted on your feet as felt uncomfortable by all the glares on you. Your eyes wandering the paddock as everyone was noisy and wanted to know what the seven time world champion was seemingly so mad about. Your eyes fell on Charles, who was watching you with crossed arms as he sat in front of the Ferrari motor sport home. He looked mad for some reason.

„Why are you looking at everyone but me?“ Lewis now spat out, clearly frustrated with how distant you seemed to be. You shot Lewis a death stare, shaking your head. People were watching and this was incredibly inappropriate.

„Lewis please.“ you sighed but the older guy didn’t listen, instead he just shook his head before angrily walking away. You were left feeling humiliated and embarrassed as you tried to resist the urge to cry. A breakdown in front of these people who had seemingly hated you all along was literally the last thing you needed. So you took up all your courage taking a deep breath in before starting to head towards the exit again.

Charles had watched what seemed like a altercation between Lewis and you while he resisted the urge to go off at some of the Ferrari mechanics who were making fun of it.

„Seems like there‘s trouble in paradise.“ one of the guys in the red suits chuckled, clearly enjoying the sight of their opponent struggling. Charles took a deep breath in as he continued to listen to the disgusting conversation.

„Yes, I always disliked her though.“ the other guy stated, watching you with crossed arms „I mean she has to be out of it if she married that prick.“

„Can you shut up?“ Charles now interrupted the two, not wanting to hear anything else. Earning some confused looks by the mechanics Charles got off his chair. His body still aching a little from his collision with Lewis.

When he saw you take off he contemplated wheter or not to follow you. You looked sad and upset to say the least and he knew he had to be very discreet about it.Pacing up and down as he readjusted his messy hair and when he saw you disappear into the main building he decided it be okay for him to go after you. He excused himself, telling the mechanics he‘d get something to eat and walked off rather quickly. Knowing he‘d have to rush if he still wanted to catch you.

When he made it to the main building he looked around the hallway for any sight of you and to his luck he saw you stand there and lean against the wall. The Ferrari driver did on last check to see if anyone was watching and when he saw it was just the two of you, he approached you. He felt nervous, the confidence he had last night seemingly having disappeared into thin air. Little did Charles know that you felt the exact same way when you saw him. Without alcohol in your system and even slightly hungover it felt weird.

„Y/n.“ the guy mumbled finally caught up with you as you leaned against the blank white walls, next to the empty reception. This building that worked as a back entrance for all working for Formula 1 was empty all over, giving one an eery feeling when walking in the hollow halls. Charles didn’t know what to do with his hand, resorting in him awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

„Charles.“ you shot him a weak smile, sensing he was just as nervous as you. It was really endearing seeing the young guy this worked up, barely getting out words.

„I-I…“ he now stuttered, causing you to raise your eyebrows in order to signal him you wanted to know what he was trying to get across. „Are- Are you okay?“

You knew he was asking because he saw Lewis and you. Or better; Lewis yelling at you. This is exactly what you had always been afraid of, being nothing but a side character in someones life. But how could it be different, of course everything was about Lewis. All about Lewis, all the time.

„I am now.“ you stated, looking into Charles eyes. It still struck you that you hadn’t noticed how beautiful he was till last night. You had of course always thought he was a handsome guy but something was different now. It’s like you could actually see him. Charles could see it in your eyes, the way you looked at him. It made him feel incredible, like he had all the power in the world. So it only came natural that not even a second later he had his hand gripping on your waist as he smashed his lips onto your eagerly. Taken a back at first, you gave in after a couple of seconds. The kiss esger and rough but somehow still passionate, something you weren’t used to.

You whimpered feeling his tongue enter your mouth as his hands roamed your body, making you feel squirmy. Charles chuckled at the sound, pulling away and looking at you mischievously „Already?“ he asked as you punched his shoulder playfully. He knew you were at his ease and he absolutely loved it.

You reconnected your lips for a short second before backing away once more and whispering „Meet me outside at midnight.“

Charles was pacing up and down his hotel room, impatiently waiting for the clock to strike midnight. He felt nervous, checking his reflection in the mirror for the hundredth time as he readjusted his hair again. His white button up hanging loosely, revealing his toned chest. He thought about you. How incredible you were and how he couldn’t understand how Lewis could be stupid enough not to see it.

That was one more thing, normally one is supposed to feel some kind of guilt but Charles didn’t at all. He couldn’t have cared less about the man who called himself your husband.And yes that was possibly because Lewis treated you like garbage in his eyes.

You slid out from under the sheets, Lewis asleep next to you. As you grabbed the shoes closest to you before looking back on last time. Thinking, if he just got up now, if he just saw you for once, then maybe you’d stay. But Lewis didn’t get up and a few seconds later you were wandering the empty hotel halls in nothing but your black silk nightgown and high heels. Knowing you were about to do something you could never take back.

Charles had his Ferrari parked outside your hotel, when leaving the building you earned a weird look from the nightclerk but you just ignored it. Walking into the pitch black night as the air hit your face. Surprised that it was still a little fresh out even if it was already May.

The look you earned from the Monégasque guy could only be described as one of disbelief. Charles resisted to say something as he drove off with you in his car. The Ferrari driver drove what seemed like forever as he headed to some hotel he had booked a little out of town. Much more lowkey then the place he was probably staying at. But you knew you couldn’t risk anyone seeing you.

Entering the room you were surprised by the sight. It seemed like the young guy had driven out here ahead of time and prepared a setting that reminded you of those in movies. Rose petals spread all over the floor as millions of candles where lit around the room, resulting in not even needing light. And on the bed there was a tray with champagne and glasses.

„You did this?“ you asked turning around to look at the guy closing the door behind him. Charles turned around smiling like a little kid but the continuing to shrug it off like it’s no big deal.

„Yes, whatever.“ he scratched the back of his neck looking at you as he studied your expression while you looked around the room in awe. Unsure of wheter or not you liked it he whispered „Is it too much?“

This caused a chuckle to leave your lips, confusing the poor guy even more. Turning towards him as you slowly approached him before wrapping your hands around his neck. The sent of his cologne filling you with bliss, as you looked deep into his eyes before smiling „No, it’s perfect.“

Charles could have sworn he heard your voice tremble a little. Feeling relieved you were just as emotionally invested in this as him. He then continued to gently pull you close to him by grabbing your waist, his eyes still lost in yours before falling on your lips. Licking his own before he slowly leaned in. The kiss was different than the other ones you shared, resembling more the goodbye one he gave you just a night before. You never wanted it to stop, relaxing into it as you sighed. Charles then continued kissing all the way down your jaw to your neck and then collarbone. You threw your head back as his hands buried themselves in your hair.

After a little while you couldn’t handle the sweet teasing any longe so you started stumbling towards the bed, holding him by his collar gently. You put you lips back onto his eagerly roaming your hands over your body before finally ending up at his belt. Starting to unbuckle it Charles pulled away breathlessy „Wait!“ the brown haired guy chuckled causing you to furrow your eyebrows.

„What?“ you whispered basically painting for air and once again Charles took your hand and held it up. But when you both looked at it, you realized you weren’t even wearing your wedding ring at all. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion but decided to just forget about it, you had probably just forgotten it in the shower or somewhere.

„Alright then.“ Charles smirked, satisfied with the little thing tying you to Lewis already being out the picture. He continued to kiss you, laying you down onto the bed underneath him as he hovered above you, running his fingers against your bare leg. Before you knew the guy had taken off his pants, while you worked on unbuttoning his shirt. It didn’t take long and you were laying there in just your underwear, ever so slightly shivering every time his fingers grazed your skin. With on swift motion he unclasped your bra behind your back and slid it of you ever so smoothly. A wave of insecurity hit you as you held your arms over your chest, feeling exposed as you looked at the guy above you. Charles shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows.

„Don’t do that.“ he whispered, removing your arms from your chest and pinning them to your sides in a non forceful manner. He looked down at you naked underneath him, his eyes sparkling „Your absoluetly beautiful. No need to hide mon amour.“

He placed his fingers between your breast and ran down between your chest, all the way to your lower stomach as he played with the hem of your lacy panties. Although you had technically seen one another naked an intimate once before, this felt much more real and not just a spur of the moment thing. You wanted this and he did too.

Charles then continued to slowly pull down your underwear, while mustering your expression. You bit your lips as you felt his hard on press against your thigh through the material of his underwear. It didn’t take long and his lips were connected with yours again as his index and middle finger started teasing your clit. At first very slow and sensual but picking up his pace as your moans got louder.

„Charles.“ you moaned, somehow feeling very natural to say his name „Please.“

The Monégasque guy chuckled, not stopping once but only getting faster as the sounds of your moans made his erection twitch in his pants. He pulled away from you, looking down at your puffy lips „I need you to say what you want mon amour.“

„You know what.“ you sighed rolling your eyes, your fingers digging into his back. You swore you could have cum right there and then. But you didn’t want to. Ignoring the feeling in your stomach as Charles geve you a challenging look „I want you to fuck me.“

Without hesitation Charles stopped his movement. The blunt choice of your words being enough to put him over edge. In what felt like not even a second and his own underwear was thrown to the ground as he hovered above you once again. Wrapping one of your leg around him as you pulled him hinto your body, his cock pressing against your pulsing clit. You felt him align himself against your entrance, his tips teasing your wet folds.

He was fidgety and squirmy, something you hadn’t yet noticed him to be. But you found it endearing and as one would say; sweet.

„Are you sure?“ he whispered one last time as you gave him a quick nod „Yes.“

Ever so slowly you could feel him enter you. His cock stretching your insides as your walls tightened around him. Waves of sensations flooding through your entire body as you felt him stop for a second, allowing you to relax . After you did so he continued to push in all the way. You whimpered biting your lips and Charls took that as his clue to reconnect your lips. As he started moving in and out of you slowly.

His hands roaming your body as you tried to comprehend all the feelings that you felt. Realizing just how much you missed having sex like this. With actual passion and care. Your moans becoming louder as Charles picked up the pace as you gripped onto the skin of his bare back. Charles panting himself as he kept on whispering sweet nothings into your ear. As you felt that familiar sensation build up in your stomach, deciding to wait till Charles himself was there.

It only took him a couple more seconds until you felt him twitch inside you, pulling out of you quickly as he came onto your once again. Coming down from your high you chuckled seeeing how much of a mess the guy had made, sweat glistening on his forehead as he looked up at you. A smirk forming on his lips as he looked up at you „I think this might become our new thing.“

That night would change your life forever. Not just of what you had done but the fact that your husband had gotten a call from the host of the Formula 1 event a couple of days ago claiming they had found his wifes wedding ring in the mens restrooms. The guy had to legally refuse to inform Lewis of how he knew it was yours but god he had the urge to share what he saw on cctv that night.

There was no doubt in Lewis mind that you had done something wrong and when you came home early that morning wearing only your nightgown and a guys button up, reeking of mens cologne and stumbling straight into the bathroom he knew what had happened. Lewis didn’t react though, wondering who the hell you had went to see. It struck him as odd that you weren’t even trying to cover your trail. Being super obvious about it, like you wanted him to know. It made him angry to think about you being with someone else. Who was it? Was it just a guy you had met here in Miami? Why would you throw away your whole marriage for that. For someone you barely knew. But the seven time world champion would go on to pretend like nothing happened the next days. He‘d take you out dor dinner and be the best husband he could possibly be. In hopes you‘d feel bad about your actions.

Race day came around and Charles was trying to concentrate on racing. But it was hard as he could only think about you, wondering how you were and what you were doing. He hadn’t heard anything from you since it happened an it confused him even more that Lewis had literally posted an instagram story of you with him at dinner last night, clearly showing you off. Like you were as happy as ever. It left the Ferrari driver doubting on how broken your marriage really was. It didn’t look all bad after all.

Everyone had always felt like you were unapproachable and it was mostly Lewis fault. Other drivers had told Charles to stay away from you as the British guy apparently had real jealousy problems. But Charles felt like it was unfair for everyone to just write you off because of your husband. You were your own person after all. That was part of the reason why he had approached you at the bar. He wanted to get to really know you, not the idea everyone had of you. And it left him with an uneasy feeling once he realized that he maybe liked the real version of you a little too much. Having opened up to him like you did the other night.

But with Lewis and you seemingly having made up, Charles felt like you were avoiding him. You had ignored his texts after practice and had walked straight past him this morning. And after Charles just couldn’t handle his worries any longer he decided to just ask. He approached the Mercedes motor home taking of his headset starting P2 today and really proud of himself. People there just ignored him busy with work, so he just passed them walking into the hospitality.

His eyes scanning the room looking for you but instead landing on the guy he had such a strong disliking for when he spotted him in a corner talking to you. Lewis seemingly was mad about something as he pacing up and down the room furiously. While you just stood there with teary eyes, leaning against the wall. Charles contemplated wheter or not to do something and as he approached the briton he could finally hear what was going on.

„No Y/n!“ Lewis spat out, ignoring Charles presence „That’s not the point!“

Your eyes fell onto Charles, holding your breath. What was he doing in here? Wiping the corner of your eyes, not wanting him to see you cry. You didn’t want to seem weak, especially not in front of someone like Charles who you adored so much. Having resisted the urge to answer his messages the past 24 hour, feeling like it was unfair to pull him into your mess. And it had seemed like Lewis was finally happy again here in Miami. He had taken you out for dinner last night and it was actually fun. It reminded you of the good old times you two used to have before everything got complicated. He was your Lewis again. The Lewis you had fallen in love with. But today something had switched. He was angry and mad at you from the second you woke up. Every thing you did rubbing him the wrong way.

Lewis of course noticed your eyes falling onto the Monégasque guy and ignoring him in return. It pissed him off, seeing that the Ferrari driver was also literally staring at you. He had enough shit going on, he didn’t need to bother with him right now. He turned towards Charles with raised eyebrows before muttering „What’s up Leclerc?“

Charles sensed Lewis was tense but it didn’t stop his concerns for you. He decided someone had to finally confront Lewis about his behavior. It wasn’t okay. The young guy sent you an apologetic look before looking at Lewis „Why is she crying?“

Lewis clenched his jaw, looking back at you ad you tried to wipe the tears continuing to drop down your cheeks „She’s not.“

„Yes, she’s clearly upset about something.“ Charles insisted, his accent strong as he tried to talk some sense into the guy. How could Lewis not feel bad for you? After all you had been with him for so long. Through everything allways by his side.

„Even if she is, it’s not your business!“ Lewis hissed, taking a step towards the young guy. It striked him as odd that the stranger seemingly was worried about you. Lewis was hit with a wave of male cologne, making him atop in his tracks. Charles nagging voice faded to the back of his head as all he could hear was ringing. His driving suit suddenly way too tight allowing him no chance to breath as all blood left his head.

„No, I think you can’t just throw public spectacles like this and expect no conceque…“ Charles went on as your eyes fell on your husband, who was unusually quiet. When you noticed Lewis stand there almost frozen and pale you knew something had to be wrong. Wiping your tears as you rushed to your husband in worry, standing between him an the Ferrari driver.

Charles stopped his rant as he watched the scene infront of him, seeing you grab Lewis face asking if he was okay. Seemingly scared he was gonna literally pass out by the looks of it. He crossed his arms as he felt his stomach twist. Was he actually jealous of a married womans husband?

Lewis took his time, looking back and forth between you and Charles. Trying to put two and two together. But as he saw the look on the brown haired guys face as he stared at you, he knew his suspicions were confirmed. Clenching his jaw and refusing the urge to go and punch Charles straight into the face he looked at you.

„Lewis.“ you whispered, realizing what had just happened here.

„You took off your wedding ring.“ Lewis muttered, not taking his eyes of you once as you let go of his face in your hands.

„Do you really want me to have to say it?“ you mumbled, swallowing your tears as your whole body was shaking.

„I don’t.“ Lewis shook his head before looking up at Charles „I highly suggest you leave now. You’re not going to get near her ever again.“

Charles was speechless, looking for any sort of reaction from you. But when he looked at your face his heart was torn into literal pieces. Seeing you send him an apologetic look before he turned around and walked off. Realizing after all; it was just an affair.

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narmora · 1 month

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Dreams

Gale & female sorcerer Tav (Well, kinda.)

Context: Somewhere on their way to Baldur's Gate, Gale gets trapped in a nightmare. Ley decides to wake him up.

Content: Nightmares, angst & fluff, slow build, body worship, soft!Dom Gale, Smut, NSFW, restraint, PIV, inappropriate use of mage hand, inappropriate use of prestidigitation spell, overstimulation.

This is a oneshot from a later point in the campaign - technically part of my WIP series Shooting Stars. If you want to learn more about Ley and her relationship with the angsty wizard boy, I'd highly recommend checking it out <3

#gale dekarios #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate gale #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #bg3 gale #bg3 #gale romance #bg3 fanfiction #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction #bg3 smut #gale smut #bg3 one shot #bg3 fic #body worship #gale & ley

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milkyberryjsk · 11 months

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one romantic opm song away from writing an aerowave fic .

#pearl pangan #lei ling #probably just a one shot #a.talks

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yandere-daydreams · 6 months

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Not-So-Scary Moments With The Yan. Genshin Boys (Sumeru + Fontaine Edition).

Characters: Alhaitham, Neuvillette, Kaveh, Tighnari, Cyno, and Wriothesley.

Word Count: 2.7k.

TW: Borderline Shitposting, Prolonged Imprisonment, Varying Levels of Emotional and Physical Abuse, Codependency, Mentions of Stalking, and Unhealthy Relationships.

Alhaitham

It took Alhaitham about ten minutes to drag himself out of bed, his staggered footsteps audible through the thin walls of his apartment.

It took twenty for him to haul himself through his morning routine – water running somewhere in the distance and porcelain clattering against marble countertops as he washed his face and tried to work some life into himself. Alhaitham usually wasn’t so lethargic, but he’d had a rough week. There’d been a sudden influx of paperwork for the Akademiya’s sole scribe, and every second he didn’t spend buried under new legislation and requests for increased budging was, instead, dedicated to one of his many personal research projects. By the time he’d gotten home last night, it’d been all he could do to make sure you hadn’t starved to death and drag himself to bed.

He usually would’ve kept you waiting for a few more minutes, but an agitated grunt marked an end to his normal patterns. In a moment, he was braced against the doorway to his own study, his eyes narrowed half-hearted towards where you sat in his leather-padded chair, your feet propped on his desk. There was an book open in your lap – one of his, something about metaphysics and ley line abnormalities and how both tied into the Inazuman politics. He eyed it wearily before speaking, his voice still deep with exhaustion. “Where did you put my hearing aids?”

His tone was accusatory, his irritation visible. You put on your sweetest smile. “Where did you put my novellas?” you signed, thinking for a moment before adding, “Bitch?”

“They aren’t ‘novellas’, they’re—” He cut himself off with a scoff. “They’re filth. I don’t want you rotting your brain with smut.”

“The plots are very—”

“The plots are half-baked excuses for paper-thin characters to fondle each other in locations you can tell the author didn’t take the time to properly research and—” His gaze flickered to you, his frown deepening. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“You’ve read them?”

There was a long beat of silence.

Finally, he let out a labored sigh. “The dozen or so I couldn’t be bothered to throw away are in a cabinet underneath the kitchen sink. It’s locked – the code is your birthday. Now, where are my aids?”

“You fell asleep with them on last night,” you said aloud, abandoning his glorified textbook and pushing yourself to your feet. His hand shot to the side of his head, finding the metallic cuff only slightly displaced by having spent the better half of the night on his head. As you passed him, you paused, pressing a kiss into the corner of his scowl and pretending to ignore the muffled groan he let out in response.

Neuvillette

Of all the sights you thought you might see after arriving in your wonderous new nation, the Iudex of Fontaine standing over your drained bathtub with a look of potent remorse written across his expression was not one of them.

You’d imagined yourself strolling through the walls of the Opera Epiclese in vivid detail, been able to picture exactly what you might’ve seen standing below the Tower of Ipsissimus or above the bottomless pit that was the entrance to the Fortress of Meropide, but even after you’d found yourself in the smothering care of Monsieur Neuvillette, you never would’ve been able to conjure this sight. He usually insisted that you bathe together, going so far as to have an in-ground tub that could’ve easily been mistaken for a hot spring installed in his (until recently neglected) personal residence to better indulge the habit. Thankfully, the trial he’d been presiding over had run long today, and you’d been able to save yourself an hour of his calloused hands running over your body, of his eyes burning into your skin with a nearly inhuman focus. You knew he’d be disappointed. Irate, even, depending on how his trial swung.

You hadn’t expected him to be so… sulky about it.

Half-lidded eyes, a slight pout tugging at the corner of his lips as he lingered idly in the doorway between your shared bedroom and the in-suite bathroom. Steam and silence laid heavy in the air – the latter you were eventually forced to break as you fiddled with the hem of your robe. “I’m sorry,” you muttered, hoping more to break the tension than to make him think you were genuinely apologetic. “It was getting late, and I didn’t know when you were coming home. I didn’t think you’d take it so personally.” When he didn’t respond, you braced yourself for the worst. “If you’re angry, please say so. I… I’d rather get this over with now, if it’s all the same to you.”

His expression softened. He let out an airy sigh and, with only a moment of hesitation, closed the space between you. “I’m not angry.” A pair of lean arms wrapped around your waist, his face soon buried in the crook of your neck. You heard him inhale, and did what you could to suppress the shudder that ran up your spine at the thought of him basking in your scent. “I’ve just been… looking forward to it, I suppose. Your taste relaxes me.”

Immediately, you went rigid. “My… taste?”

“Mhm.”

“Neuvillette,” you started, very slowly, giving your own mind time to catch up to the dread slowly building in the pit of your stomach. “Have you been drinking my bathwater?”

He was quiet for a not inconsiderable amount of time.

Finally, he pulled away from you just far enough to speak. “…no?”

For your own sake, you decided to believe him.

Kaveh

“Kaveh.”

“Not now, treasure.”

“Go to bed.”

“I will, in another hour.”

“You need to get some sleep.”

“I’ve already told you – I’m fine.” He narrowed his eyes, expression contorted by concentration. “Knight to B4.”

“Kaveh,” you repeated, leaning across the table. “You were showing me your blueprints.”

“Oh.” He blinked several times, looking over the sheet of blue paper marked with chalk drawings and near indecipherable hand-writing. “Were you impressed?”

Your frown irked, but you swallowed back your exasperation and pushed yourself to your feet. Slowly, you took him by the hand and, when he failed to protest, guided him out of his own seat and towards the room you were usually restrained to, when he wasn’t home. He’d kept himself awake for the past two nights, every moment of the past forty-eight hours devoted to finishing his proposal for a wealthy commissioner’s summer mansion before its upcoming deadline and, now that the coffee had been drained from his system and his adrenaline had been given time to fade, he was practically a shell of a man – all dark circles and hunched posture and disheveled blonde hair.

Sleep deprivation was, by far, the worst thing he could inflict on himself. At least he was happy after he drunk himself into oblivion. This was just depressing; as miserable for him as it was for you.

With a dutifulness you shouldn’t have had to show to your lover-turned-stalker-turned-captor, you brought him to his bed and watched as he collapsed onto it, what little strength he had to hold himself up immediately dissolving. With a sigh, a roll of your eyes, you turned to leave, but a hand lashed out from the crumpled heap and caught you by the wrist. “Stay with me?” His voice was muffled by layers of sheets and blankets, but clear enough. “Please?”

Usually, his bids for affection were met with bitter neutrality or, on your worse days, spiteful condensation. Usually, you would’ve torn yourself out of his hold and made sure he knew that he’d ruined any chance of living out his little domestic fantasy the second he decided his obsession was worth more than your happiness. Usually, you would’ve hated him that much more for daring to ask.

But, he could barely hold his eyes open and when you failed to immediately recoil, the sloppiest, most lovesick smile you’d ever seen plastered itself across his lips. It was his turn to pull you forward, this time; to drag you onto his bed and into his chest. With a satisfied sigh, he slotted his chin against the dip of your shoulder and draped his arms around your waist – an old position. A relic of better times you’d never been strong enough to completely dicard. “When it’s time to draw up the plans for our home,” he mumbled, only half-audible. “I won’t so much as breathe until its perfect.”

You opened your mouth, but didn’t say anything.

He’d already fallen asleep.

Tighnari

He glanced once at the thick packet of ink-marked parchment you’d slammed in front of him before looking back to you, his expression disparaging. “And this is supposed to be…?”

“A custody agreement,” you answered, grinning. “Alhaitham put it together during his last visit.”

“We don’t have any kids.”

“It’s for Collei. If I ever leave you,” and, to be clear, you would be leaving him, as soon as you figured out how to get away from a man who poisoned your tea whenever you so much as suggested entertaining a future that didn’t include him, “I want weekends and summers.”

“She’s nineteen.”

“Which is why we’re letting her pick who she wants to spend holidays with.” You tapped the front page with your knuckles. “Honestly, dear, if you weren’t going to so much as read the documents, we could’ve scheduled this for another day.”

His ears twitched, his tail sweeping across the floor in irritation. “Even if this was legally binding – which, by the way, something assembled by a scribe would not be – I would never give you weekends. That’d be too much travelling for a girl in her condition, and I don’t want her to feel like she comes from a broken home. Moreover, according to Regulation #531 as passed by the Grand Sage last year, you would have to get Collei’s signature before—”

“Check page twenty-seven.”

You watched him scowl as he thumbed through the pages. A second later, his ears flattened against his scalp, and he took to muttering under his breath. “Traitor.”

“If you don’t want your aggression towards the dependent party used against you in court, I’d suggest you sign on page four, seventeen, and thirty-two.”

You left his villa half an hour later with a with a new imprint of his fangs on the side of your throat and a signed document in-hand.

Cyno

“You have kidnapped me.”

“Technically, I was only—”

“You’ve blackmailed me, imprisoned me, and tortured me.”

“You can’t still be hung up on—”

“You’ve branded me with your name, forced me into your bed, and made me play out all your delusional, fucked-up fantasies—” You took a deep breath, pursed your lips. “—but if you show up to a black-tie event wearing that, it will be the worst thing you’ve ever done to me.”

He looked down, as if considering his attire for the first time. He was in his usual uniform – which was to say, shirtless and barefoot, his hair windblown and a fine layer of sand still coating what little he was wearing. You could only be thankful his polearm wasn’t slung across his back, but you knew he’d make it past the door without it. “The way I dress has never been a problem before.”

“There’s a difference between hunting down rouge scholars and going to a banquet being held by a literal god. Archons, Lesser Lord Kusanali herself might be there.” You gasped, dragged your hands over your face. “Everyone who’s ever gone to the Akademiya will absolutely be there.”

For all his many faults, he could never stand to see you in pain. There was a brief delay, a moment of unsure shuffling, then his arms were wrapping around you, his chest slotting against your back has he pulled you against him. “It’ll be alright,” he muttered, speaking into your shoulder. “If anyone so much as attempts to insult you—no, if anyone tries to talk to you at all, I’ll strike them down in the blink of an eyes.”

His comfort was stale, but you forced yourself to relax. At least enough to speak. “You know,” you mumbled, letting your hands drift to your temples. “Dehya was hired by an up-and-coming scholar, a few weeks ago. I’m not sure how long her contract was, but there’s a chance we’ll see her tonight.”

There was a beat of silence, then another.

“Cyno?”

“I’ll change.”

Wriothesley

You could hear him trudging up the metallic stairs to his office; his footsteps heavy enough to drown out the soft music flowing out of his century-old gramophone. His head emerged from the curving staircase, first – his hair somehow more disheveled than its usual state of barely-tamed chaos – then his chest, his tie undone and his collar terribly mangled, as if he’d spent all day indulging the worst of his nervous habits. He was baring his teeth, his pale cheeks flushed with anger and his eyes narrowed into a pointed glare. It wasn’t quite the reaction you’d hoped for (in your wildest dreams, he would’ve managed to sink his beloved fortress before he ever reached you), but it was close enough.

You moved to stand, to greet him with the warm embrace he usually demanded, but he was already in front of you, already pinning you to the back of the lounge you’d been splayed across with a single fist planted less than a hair’s width above your shoulder. “You,” he growled, leaning in close enough for his breath to fan over your skin. “Do you know how many journalistsI had to deal with today? They were everywhere. I couldn’t go a step without tripping over some— over some glorified tabloid.”

“So, your meeting with Monsieur Neuvillette went well?” His scowl deepened, and you let out your most faux innocent laugh – a chiming, bubbling thing he’d never been able to stand. “You shouldn’t scowl like that, love. All those photographers will have to find a new model if you manage to give yourself frown lines.”

He jolted, but forced himself to shut his eyes, to let out a long, ragged breath. When he did face you again, he’d regained a degree of his composure – just enough to meet your smile with his own tight-lipped grin, more teeth than anything. “I’ll let you off easy if you tell me how you did it now. Before I decide it’d be faster to strangle an explanation out of you.”

“I didn’t break any rules, if that’s what you’re worried about.” You paused, folded your hands over your lap. “It was all thanks to our great and benevolent duke. Contacting people outside of the fortress has gotten so much more efficient ever since you decided prisoners should be able to send letters without administrative vetting.”

He buckled visibly, his shoulders falling as he lean towards you, his face soon buried in the dip of your shoulder. “You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.” There was a raspy chuckle, a hand on your thigh, squeezing just hard enough for his anger to shine through the playfulness of the gesture. “I think I’ve earned the rest of the day off, and I think you’ve earned—”

The door to his office swung open before he could finish, a masculine voice calling up from the voice below only a moment later. “Your grace, t-there’s a reporter here to see you! She says she’s been told not to leave until she speaks to your partner!”

“That’ll be Charlotte,” you half-sung. “She seemed like such a nice girl in her letters. It’d be a shame to keep her waiting.”

When he failed to answer, you brought up both hands and cupped his face, cooing as you used your thumbs to quirk the corners of his mouth upward.

“Just remember to smile for the camera this time, alright?”

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bisexualkylecrane · 1 year

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FINALLY BEAT LOWER PTHUMERIAN LABYRINTH UNDEAD GIANT

#but also whoever had the idea to give it a 360 attack with that kind of range and the ability to one shot u with it I just wanna talk #ley unfiltered

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tarjapearce · 9 months

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Ley Del Hielo

Pairings: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

WARNINGS: ANGST. Strained and unhealthy relationships, break up, arguments.

Summary: You and Miguel say things you shouldn't say, a final straw in your already strained relationship.

Requested here

Hope you like ✨ (Yeah, Im a sucker for angst >:'))

At times you didn't know if you were fighting crime, or fighting to keep your sanity together. Miguel was for sure a difficult person to deal when he got into stubborn mode.

You were stuck in this limbo where your patience could only last for so long, even though your relationship with him wasn't falling apart completely, and there were little moments that actually made you stay, there were moments like this that made you wonder if sticking around him this far was a good idea.

"Don't."

You warned before sighing and shaking your head. You knew where this was going. He was getting frustrated over the fact that a teenager, an anomaly itself, as he liked to call the boy, had escaped his grasp.

It wasn't something you liked to discuss since you found each other's triggers, and you both exploited them with a temporary guilt-free anger, only to patch each other up, with little service acts that had drawn each other into your current relationship.

"Don't what?" He prodded with a sharp tone. He wasn't having a good day, and of course, the fact you were the only one that would actually stand him and his verbal retaliation, made you the perfect subject of 'With what are we hurting each other today?'

You didn't like the game but it was impossible for you to remain shut, whenever you felt things started to get personal. Like exposing each other's terrible traits.

"I'm not doing this today, Miguel."

"All I asked you was to know your input."

"You already damn know it."

"Miles needs to be stopped. We don't know how this will affect-"

"The canon. Yes. The fucking canon." you couldn't help but hiss in anger. A signal that you were done of hearing it.

"We have a day off, once in like, forever. And we are holed up here, trying to come up with ways to stop him. Fucking romantic" Your anger this time was justified or so you wanted to think. It was a rare occasion when he actually decided to take a break, and you both had decided to spend it as normal as you could.

Meaning, you both at home, away from the HQ, away from all the mess. Instead, you were in the lab with him. Again.

"We found a possible lead on where he might be. Can't miss a chance like this." His end of the floating bay was full of screens, cramming up with data and other information. Lyla had been long gone ever since the first hostility signal was shot. You wished to be her for a minute.

"A bit of normalcy is all I'm asking. Is it that hard to get it?"

"We're not normal people."

"But we're still people nonetheless. You are obsessed with that boy."

"A threat to everything I have worked for!" His voice raised and it tugged rougher at your simmering hurt seams.

"I? You think only you had sacrificed shit to get where WE are?" even though raising your voice wasn't an habit you had, your patience had dictated it was enough.

"Look at our team, Miguel. It's divided because you're too stubborn to actually-"

"To actually what? Give a fuck for what might happen to all of us?"

"You hurted Miles!"

"I did not" He hissed while pointing an accusatory finger at you. "If I had actually done that I wouldn't be in this fucking mess trying to fix it, (Name)"

His breathings turned more agitated, as your voice trembled with anger. You were definitely baiting into his game.

"He is a kid, Miguel. A fucking fifteen year old that is barely hanging cause he is already taking grown ass people desicions. He's doing what he think it's right!"

"Im. Not. Risking it." each word felt more venomous than the other as they left his lips.

"What if it was your daughter trying to save you? "

But of course you had the annoying ability to turn it around in the worst way possible.

His eyes flashed red and his neck almost snapped by how quickly it turned to face you.

"No te atrevas..." (Don't you dare)

"Would you chase her down, and hurt her like you did with Miles?"

"CÁLLATE!" (Shut up)

he roared as his fangs and talons immediately poked out, his frame towering on you. And for the first time in forever, you were afraid of him. Silence crashed the emotional crescendo. He sighed, you followed but none of you were humble enough to speak.

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You were in your bedroom, removing the traces of dried tears from your face. You had gone home first, the need of fleeing the suffocating space you shared with Miguel was too fresh on your mind that the sheer thought of you going back, made you uncomfortable in a way you couldn't describe.

But there he was, stepping out the window, and removing his mask to then drop some plastic wraps of food on the dining table. A familiar scent egging you, or at least attempted to lure you out of the room. A failed first attempt on its own.

"Food's on the table." he mumbled from the doorframe as you put on a bit of moisturizer, "It's your favorite." Silence.

His brow pinched with a slight simmer of frustration.

Too soon.

He gave you space, and slept in the couch.

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Four days of pure silence, four days devoid of your acknowledgement, your voice, your touch, your acts of services like bringing him coffee in the morning, a little empanada in exchange for a kiss. Your presence.

You were not one to remain quiet, but the sudden, almost immediate change towards him, made him anxious to a certain degree. Despite you being in the same working station, you felt miles away. You didn't fear detachment, something you had once told him, but never believed, until now.

"(Name)" His voice called, first time, you ignored. He sighed and approached. Hearing his advancing footsteps only made your skin crawl and tears blur up to your eyes.

"I think we... should need a break from each other." your voice had stopped him dead in his tracks. His mouth tasted sour suddenly

"I've been thinking and it's the only rational approach for all of this... mess."

Heart pounded hard against his ribcage. His mouth gaped softly, but no words came out of it. His eyes darted to your hunched form. You looked tired, emotionally burnt out and almost... broken. It felt like a cold knife piercing through upon realization. He had pushed you too far.

" All we do is fight, and hurt each other. Im... Im tired of that. Work has turned in your main priority and..." you trailed off, tears menacing your eyes

"It has stopped being good. Good for us. I can't..." His eyes softened and his breath hitched, "I can't do this anymore, Miguel."

He had imagined such words coming from your mouth in many occasions but finally hearing them, were equally destroying. His heart beat faster

"I'm sorry" even though weak, an honest apology. You shook your head

"Sorry doesn't always fix it. Not this time I'm afraid."

His chest heaved as he approached you carefully. His hand reached for yours and tears finally rolled down your cheeks.

"It's not healthy."

"I know."

"We can't do this anymore."

"I don't want you to go" He mumbled. His hands reaching for you, you were still there in the flesh.

"We'll only end up hurting each other again." He shook his head as you voice broke.

Was this another canon event he wasn't aware of? You were slipping away through his fingers despite having you within his embrace, cradling you.

"I need to go"

Stay

His mind chanted despite his limbs loosening around you. Freeing you. His eyes settled on you and the relieved sigh you gave as he granted a much needed space.

His eyes locked into yours, there was no need to speak. A mutual understanding between you. You offered a small pat on his bicep, almost reassuring, hopeful. You left him be.

You'd be back. When you felt ready for it.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman astv #miguel o'hara angst #angst #astv x reader #spider man 2099 x reader #astv fanfic

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nilusanimationworld · 1 year

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Alright...sooo call me crazy but is it just me or Tigress has some connection with flowers a lot? And I mean A LOT!!

First let's start with Tigress's clothing. All her vests & hanfu with floral pattern which throughout the franchise represents her growth

But even before the the whole vine pattern we get to see the same pattern on Tigress's bed when she was still in Bao Gu Orphanage in Secrets of the Furious Five

Next in Secrets of the Scroll when Oogway is talking to Tigress at the Peach tree we see Oogway takes a look at a blossom & tells Tigress "The Question is; Can you be Tigress?" & the same flower flies near her

Next; Every time Tigress get's sick there's always a FLOWER involved to cure her. Now I know LoA isn't considered canon but there's one chapter in one of the KFP comics where the story is sorta similar to LoA's Scorpion Sting's episode where Tigress gets river fever. BOTH in the episode & in the comic there's a flower that's her medicine. Also coincidence in both cases Po (WHO'S BIRTH NAME IS ALSO LOTUS) is the one get's the flowers for her

Next in KFP3 while Po is trying to bloom a flower by using the chi technique the camera immediately zooms to injured Tigress with the flower also being in the shot & later Tigress wearing a flower garland & wearing a little flower on her ear just like Lei Lei.

And finally this is by far the most interesting one which got me screaming!

Viper, Po & Lei Lei ALL 3 who are close to Tigress also represents flowers in someway. Mostly in protective or comfort ways.

Viper as flower is her two little flower clips on her head.

Po who's birth name is LITTLE LOTUS!!

And FINALLY Lei Lei. Apparently Lei in Chinese means a bud of a flower!

I MEAN??? THIS CANNOT BE SOME WEIRD COINCIDENCE RIGHT?!?!? THERE HAS TO BE SOME REASON BEHIND IT??

I maybe overthinking but hey...at least I got all out from my chest. But seriously tho i'm sure there's a good explanation behind this flower connection!!

#kung fu panda #kung fu panda 2 #kung fu panda 3 #kfp #kfp2 #kfp3 #master tigress #po #dragon warrior #master viper #master shifu #master oogway #kung fu panda secrets of the scroll #kung fu panda secrets of the furious five #lei lei #dreamworks #dreamworks animation #I NEED ANSWERS!!!#I DONT NEED SLEEP!! I NEED ANSWERS

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badasgirlfriend · 5 months

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Love On The Down Low | Bada Lee Social Media AU

pairings: bada lee x zhong lei

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a/n: sorry for not updating i was going through some shit but im back and i def missed these two, hope u enjoy it😈

tw: suicidal thoughts pls dont read it if you are triggered by it

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Lei slid her phone into her bag and watched from afar as Bada sat on a nearby bench. Her face was hidden behind her signature bucket hat, the brim casting a shadow over her features.

The chinese girl let out a sigh as she thought how late it is for Bada to be outside, especially in a place she doesn't know. It had been several days since she had last seen the older girl, and she was beginning to worry.

She knew that Bada was going through a tough time, but she was trying her best to be understanding and supportive. She can't do much when Bada had been pushing her away, making it difficult for Lei to help her.

She pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling overwhelmed. She never asked to be a babysitter, but she had somehow ended up as one.

"I don't know how much longer I can do this" she sighed. "God, give me a sign, should I keep this up?"

"Is she crazy?"

"I think so"

Lei lowered her head, meeting the gazes of two kids. They were probably no more than 14 years old, and yet they stared at her with a mixture of confusion

"What are you staring at?" she yelled "Don't you have better things to do?"

"Don't you have better things to do than talk to no one?" the young girl mocked.

"Babe, stop it before she cries." the boy next to her said, giggling. Lei watched him closely, he seemed familiar

"Aren't you two supposed to be sleeping right now? It's past your bedtime," Lei said with a mischievous grin.

"Alright, stop grandma-" one of the kids shot back, rolling their eyes.

Lei smiled as she recognized the boy. "Aren't you Felix's cousin?"

She glanced over at the boy, now smirking when she recognized him, but her smirk deepened when she saw his smile disappear "Aren't you Felix's cousin?"

He grabbed his girlfriend's hand and pulled her away, a mixture of embarrassment and haste in his face

Lei laughed, amused by the couple's reaction "I'll be having a word with him" she said, watching the couple disappear into the distance.

Sighing, she looked at the park. Bada was still there, alone. She didn't want to go up to her, but she knew she had to. This was it, she thought to herself. It was going to be now or never.

As she took those first few steps towards Bada, she already felt her mind spinning with the possibilities.

Her heart pounded in her ears, each thudding beat like a hammer against her chest. Her hands trembled slightly, as if they might fail her at any moment.

It's not that deep...

She drew closer, still unable to see Bada's face. The older girl had hidden her face with her hands.

Bada wasn't okay.

Even an outsider could see it. Her days felt like a prison, with no escape in sight. The scandal, the comments, the constant hate. It was getting to her. The pressure was building and building, and Bada felt like she was suffocating.

This whole thing was funny, really. Why were her fans so quick to turn against her? Without a shred of proof, they were willing to throw her under the bus and bury her, just because a random girl she didn't know said so.

Just one sentence. One. And it destroyed everything.

This was her dream, and now it was being stolen away. She had made it this far, and the dream was within her grasp. But it was out of her reach now, stolen away by an allegation that could not be proven.

She could feel the sleeves of her hoodie being soaked by the tears that flowed down her cheeks. She didn't care. She needed to let it all out, and if a few tears ruined her hoodie in the process, so be it. Another cry rose up from her, all of her emotions bottled up and finally being released. It was too much, but it felt like such a relief at the same time.

It was scary because the thought of ending it all wasn't leaving her mind and it was sounding good. Everyone would be happy and relieved, even she would be in peave

She wouldn't be anyones bother, many people would be happy. After all she's doing them a favor and listening to them

She knew her members were right, she wasn't the Bada she used to be. The old her wasn't rude to strangers, didn't snap at everyone around her. Heck, she would never tell a gorgeous girl to leave her alone.

Not the time Bada…...

She took a deep breath and rubbed her hands across her face. She wiped away her tears, but her eyes remained swollen and red. Suddenly, she heard the snap of a twig behind her. She froze

What if it's dispatch…?

So many things were running through her mind, all at once. And for the first time, Bada felt a sense of relief as she heard her voice.

"Bada, are you okay?"

"Im fine" Her mind was a mess, and she was far from okay.

She didn't need to look up to know where she was. The warmth next to her told her all she needed to know.

"From afar away, you looked like a dealer " she chuckled, leaning back as her eyes rested on Bada's figure. "-or like you're having a mental breakdown. So... I'm going with the latter. Are you okay, Bada?"

"Do I look okay, Zhong?"

Bada finally turned to face Lei, and there was a slight hint of annoyance on her face. She wasn't too fond of the girl, that much was obvious. She also hated how kind and comforting she was, despite their rocky start.

Bada loathed how her voice sent shivers down her spine at every word and how she looked so effortlessly beautiful without even trying.

Lei bit her lip as if deep in thought, her eyes never leaving Bada's. The cold wind blew through Bada's hair, making it blow in unexpected directions. She was unable to look away. She studied the girl next to her, she knew she was crying. It doesn't take a genius to get that

But fuck did she look beautiful

"Hmm." Lei looked lower, taking in Bada's hidden face under her hat. "Red eyes, that means the dealer part is true."

Bada scoffed and turned her head away from Lei, trying to hide her small smile.

"I needed fresh air"

"Right, you needed fresh air" Lei nodded. "I understand, I'd feel the same if I was locked up ignoring everyone."

Bada shook her head, as if amused by her own actions. "Sorry about that."

"I know it's hard to live with a stranger, especially in this situation, I'm not saying we have to be best friends, but I meant it when I said earlier that you can always come to me for anything."

Bada stayed silent, not responding to her, so Lei continued "You don't need to keep everything inside you I know what it feels like for everyone to suddenly hate you, and to feel like no one understands you-"

"You don't understand." Bada cut her off harshly

Lei sighed, a hint of annoyance filling her voice. "Believe me, I do. I was also a trainee once, and I have an idol brother. I know everything."

"I'm fine really" Bada lied "Sometimes it gets too much that's all"

Lei nodded, she wasn't being entirely honest but it's a start "That's understandable"

A silence fell between them, and both girls just stared at the swings in front of them. They didn't speak, just listened to the sounds of the wind blowing through the park. It wasn't an awkward silence, but Bada still couldn't stand it. She couldn't stand being alone with her thoughts, so she decided to speak up again.

"What's up with you hating Hann?" Bada taunted with a smirk on her lips

Lei's face was caught off guard by the sudden question. How did she know that "W-what?"

"You said it's not that good" Bada repeated. "Now I know not everyone has good taste, but I'm curious. What did you mean by that?"

Lei rolled her eyes again, her tone turning haughty. "Really, Bada? Implying that I don't have good taste?"

"Hey just saying"

"Wait, how do you know about that?" Lei's face twisted into a smirk as she flicked Baka's hat. Bada scowled pushing her hand away

"Are you stalking me on twitter?"

Bada shook her head, too quickly for her liking "No I wasn't stalking you. Soojin just sent me your twitter account when she told me I was gonna live with you so I saw that tweet on accident."

"Sure," Lei replied in a teasing tone, a small smile now lighting up her face. "Follow me next time, no need to stalk me in secret."

"Don't change the topic" Bada chided her, now turning fully towards Lei.

"I was joking when I said Hann isn't good. It's actually one of my favorite songs" Lei said as she gathered her knees and put her chin on her knees.

"It was just to piss off my best friend" she added with a grin

"Hanni right? The one with Yeeun's left toe username" fuck Bada for giving herself this easy, now she really sounds like a stalker "Yeeun loved her by the way"

"If I tell Hanni about this, she'll pass out." Lei laughed softly before adding "She's a huge fan of your group."

Bada smiled, the first genuine one that Lei has ever seen. "Well, I'll make sure she gets a signed album from all of us." Bada's smile quickly disappeared "If I ever go back" her tone suddenly growing cold like a winter storm.

"You produce almost all of your group's songs right?" Lei leaned closer, their shoulders now almost touching.

Bada stared at her for a moment, confused she nodded. Lei smiled, reaching out her hand.

"Come on, let's go somewhere." She continued, shaking the plastic burger king bag in front of Bada.

"I know a place you'll like. Plus we can share this burger" she said with a wink.

"I'm not sure-" Bada started, her tone unsure as she stared at Lei's hand.

Lei sighed in exasperation. "Come on, I'm not asking you anymore."

Bada yelped as she was quickly dragged away, her hands numb in the bitter cold. Lea's hands were soft and warm, the contrast almost too much to handle.

Nonetheless she followed the shorter girl

Bada was surprised when Lei took her to a studio, a home recording studio to be more precise.

She was left speechless at how big and well-equipped it was. She knew that Lei loved to sing, but she didn't know that she was this serious about it.

She touched the buttons of the monitor in awe, her awe quickly turning to excitement. "This is amazing, you make songs?"

"Yes" Lei nodded, motioning for Bada to sit. "And sometimes I sell them depends if I like the artist"

She just hoped that Bada would not notice the fake smile on her face. After all, what happened during her training days left her with so much trauma, but the love for music was something she could never lose.

Yes, she was scared to perform in front of other people, and for other reasons, which was why she initially began selling her songs. But she still wanted her songs to be heard, not by her though.

"You sell your songs?" Bada's eyes widened as she sat down next to Lei. She was filled with curiosity now. "What songs have you made? And who did you sell them to?"

"No" Lei replied, her tone turning playful

"Come on" Bada nudged her, pointing at the computer in front of them. "Show me" she repeated.

Lei laughed and gave in, turning towards her console to open up the files in front of them. Bada saw another folder with the name 'Lei's private songs' but didn't mention it

With one click a folder full with songs opened. Bada leaned in licking her lips as she stared at the screen. She knew most of these songs, but what surprised her they were all western artists songs, but one song caught her off guard

Bada turned to Lei quickly, her face filled with surprise. "Wait dude, you wrote 'Never Felt So Alone'?"

Lei turned towards her, looking at Bada's face before replying, her voice filled with a hint of nervousness.

"Yes" she said. "Did you like it"

"You listened to it?" Bai asked. Her voice sounded hopeful, as if waiting for a good response.

"Did you like it?"

"I had it on repeat when it came out," Bada admitted, making Lei smile.

"So you're the famous unknown girl who sings with him?" Bada wondered. "Why didn't Labyrinth give you credits?"

"I didn't want to" Lei replied. "I want to stay anonymous."

"Are you crazy?" Bada asked, she looked at Lei as if she grew two heads "Do you know how much people wanna know the girl who sings in that song?"

"I know but I don't care," Lei replied. "I like it like this."

Bada was quiet, and her gaze returned to the computer.

"I noticed you only wrote songs for Western artists" Bada said, as her eyes followed the words on the screen.

"You never wrote kpop songs before?"

"No" She said grabbing the burger she got along with the knife she took before coming upstairs "I only helped Chenle with a few songs but other than that nothing"

She cut the burger in half slowly and Bada only watched her. Something was weird but Bada didn't want to push it, in the end it's not her place

"But I like it like this" Lei said through her teeth. "I give it to them willingly."

"They give me money" she added with a shrug. "We both get something out of it."

Lei held out the half-burger, and Bada accepted. Her eyes remained fixed on the younger girl, as she took a bite from the burger.

"I'm sharing my burger with you – be grateful," Lei said with a smirk, pointing at her

Bada rolled her eyes, her expression turning playful as she let out a small thank you. She looked around the studio, the cozy environment and the familiar layout calming her somewhat.

The walls of the studio were covered in white paint, though the pink LED lights created a vibrant atmosphere that brought the room together. Some old vinyl records and colorful band posters hung on the walls, adding a hint of personality to the space.

In one corner, a cute black leather two-seater sofa sat beneath a small round armchair. Near the sofa there was a whiteboard hung on the wall. It had some polaroids of Lei and her friends taped to and a few written notes that Bada assumed were from her friends

The recording booth was an added bonus that made the studio even better. Although she didn't mind working in studios without a booth, it definitely improved the songs in the long run.

In another corner, there was a keyboard piano and two guitars on display.

"When Chenle debuted and got his first wage, he bought me that brown guitar" Lei said, catching Bada's fully attention

"I remember telling him to spend his money on things he needed, but he was so stubborn, he still is" Lei continued, both of them laughing.

She sighed at the memory of young Chenle giving her the guitar, a conflicting mix of happiness and sadness flowing through her.

It was a happy yet sad memory for her. He was so happy that day she vividly remembered him saying 'I made it because of you'

She never told anyone she cried a week because of that

"He's a really nice man" Bada said softly, tossing the wrapper in the trash.

"When Soojin first introduced him to us" she went on "I expected him to be awkward and nervous."

"But man was he hyped" she added with a grin.

Lei laughed in response, that sounds like her brother.

"Honestly, I don't know what goes through his mind." Lei grabbed a notebook and pen, opening the first pages to check if she wrote something on it.

Finding nothing, she turned towards the idol and handed it to her

"What's this?" Bada asked, raising an eyebrow and looking at the blue notebook. "You want an autograph"

Lei scoffed at the idea, shaking her head. "You wish."

Bada smirked back, turning towards the notebook. "Oh no need to deny it." She began writing something, then signing it. She tore the page and gave it to Lei.

"Yah, to my number one fan?" Lei exclaimed hitting her shoulder lightly "Im not your fan"

Bada's smirk never left her face, she was enjoying this "You act like one"

"I gave you this to write songs," Lei huffed, a tone of annoyance in her voice. "Can't even be nice these days."

"Wait." Bada dragged on her words slightly, before repeating what Lei had said in a tone of surprise.

"You gave me this to write songs?" she asked.

A look of confusion filled her face, and she slowly turned towards Lei. "Why?"

"I don't know, you can get inspired and write something," Lei said with a smirk, "you can always use my studio too, I don't mind."

Bada's face lit up with excitement. "Really?" she asked eagerly, her expression turning into a bright smile when the other gitl said yes. "Thank you"

She opened the notebook again and wrote down 'Bada's Lyrics Diary (Australia Version)' in big, bold letters. She began drawing some cute doodles to go along with the title, smiling to herself as the memories came flooding back.

Lei's jaw dropped as she saw that the oreo haired girl started writing already. "You're already writing this fast?" She asked in amazement.

"After all the shit that happened, I definitely had some inspiration" she said with a smile, not looking up

Lei chuckled, coming close to the older girl to see what she was writing. And for the first time in so long, Bada was happy and she had fun. She was quick to judge Lei, cut her some slack, everyone has bad first impressions of someone

Bada was grateful, truly. After two weeks of not being home, of being in a messy state, this would definitely help her feel better. She needed to get back into herself, and making music was definitely the tool to do that.

Today started bad, but it was ending good

And Bada could only thank the girl next to her

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orbital-inclination · 1 year

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I requested more of the scenario Molt meeting og nightmare

I'm sorry for the wait anon! For a change of pace, you get a one-shot this time! word count: 3411 general content warning for canon typical violence and angst.

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Something grainy, like gravel and sand, crunched under the soles of his boots as he shuffled back a step. One looping tendril made contact with a roughly cut boulder behind him. The height of the stone reached his hip. Clumsily, he ran his phalanges along its surface. He stepped around it and stopped once he stood on the south side, uncertain of how to proceed from there.

It was rare that he found himself in a space so wide open without someone nearby. He’d like to think he was better at navigating now than he had been when he was younger. Yet, regardless of how much time passed, he could never seem to quite outgrow the sudden spike of anxiety he felt whenever he entered a space that seemed... empty.

He didn’t know what he was walking towards or away from. He could be approaching a canyon for all he knew.

A steady, lonely wind howled above him. It caught the tail of his tunic and the fabric slapped against his side. Something rustled in the distance.

The wind turned cold.

Ley lines of magic, negative and positive, wrapped around this world in a vast net of ever-shifting ripe tides. Instinct had directed him to follow the nearest positive swell but now he felt it move again. Bending as though to make way. Just as suddenly as the air had turned cold, a well opened up, and negativity cascaded down the pit and condensed into a single point of black frost.

A shiver ran down his spine. “Nightmare…?”

Something about Rem’s magic didn’t feel right—

“How unlike you to make the first move. Was it not enough for you to…” his brother’s voice trailed off. “You are not my brother.”

No... no he was not. Rem’s magic felt cold, but not this cold. Though, the undercurrent of bitterness was painfully familiar.

“… the sentiment is mutual,” Molt murmured. He steadied himself on the boulder behind him. Silently, he tried to gauge the other’s intent.

An air of suspicion and curiosity rolled underneath the cold. He had the sense he was also being appraised.

“And yet, you are Dream.”

He did not sound—did not feel happy about that.

“If it were not impossible, I would wager you were from a divergent timeline.”

“Our world had only one timeline,” Molt confirmed cautiously. His voice remained low. “… it’s tied to the multiverse itself. No resets. Just the one.”

“Ah, so you are informed,” his brother's voice mocked. “Your presence here suggests a paradox, then. For all my searching, I have never met another iteration of us who could breach the confines of their AU on their own. It seemed there was some law restricting the role of Guardian to Two.”

He nodded because that more or less described the situation back home. With a renewed sense of scrutiny, Nightmare said, “Can I assume then, that instead of your brother, you were the one who bit the apple?”

And Molt stalled. The question was so direct. It felt a bit like a verbal slap to the face.

Nightmare hummed. “I see. That expression you’re making... It makes sense for my alternative self to have other motives if you are like this yourself.” He heard the grin in his tone, even if he could not see it. “Tell me, Dream. What do you say to adding to that collection of yours?” He— he couldn’t be serious.

“In this multiverse, you have the opportunity to increase your power. If you collect the last apple from my brother, perhaps we can reach an agreement.”

His mouth felt suddenly dry. He had to consciously still his tentacles to keep them from lashing defensively.

“You… you want me to kill my counterpart.”

He struggled to wrap his mind around that. Less so the threat itself and more so that it was Nightmare who was asking him to do it. He felt sick.

His brother’s alternate rumbled a low laugh. “It would not be difficult for you. You dwarf him in raw power. I’m confident you could easily subdue him... Ah, but I see I cannot convince you. The thought distresses you. A pity.”

Gravel and sand crunched underfoot. The sound came quietly. “ … hmm just as I thought, you are blind.”

“...what are you doing?”

Nightmare was amused by the question. Dread washed over him. Nightmare had been speaking to him civilly until that point, and while this mirror of his brother gave off an ambient feeling of danger, he had not taken the feeling as seriously as he should have.

“I am considering what to do with you. Since it seems you are reluctant to cooperate. But you would be of a dull mind not to suspect that already. If you are anything like the thorn I have in my side now, I’m sure you will quickly surmise why I simply cannot let your existence go unchecked.”

Molt slowly shuffled a step back.

“… where do you think you will escape to? Are you even aware of what is behind you?”

Molt froze.

He sensed no one behind him but— the subtle rustle of fabric. A step was taken closer and it dawned on him that Nightmare had been trying to distract him.

Molt’s hearing was keen. It had to be. He learned to rely on it when sensing nearby emotions, and the flow of positive and negative wasn’t enough. But his haptic memory was better, and with one tentacle brushing against the boulder behind him, he knew which side he stood on and which direction he originally came from.

He darted around the boulder, squarely placing it between himself and Nightmare. His brother’s alternate self stood still, contemplative and mildly surprised.

“Hm. You cannot see, and yet you are able to pinpoint my position. Interesting.”

Molt didn’t feel like providing a reply.

Nightmare didn’t move for a width of time that felt like years. And then, he vanished. The cold sucked out of the air in a blip of distorted space-time.

Alarm seized him. Given no time to think, he picked direction and distance at random and took a shortcut through. As he felt his bones materialize in reality again, a dense frame of cold magic solidified where he had stood seconds prior.

Displeasure radiated off of Nightmare in waves. “Come now. Don’t run. It’s unbecoming. We can discuss the terms of your departure from this world with maturity.”

Molt shivered. “Don’t. I would return to my reality if I knew how.”

“Then allow me to assist you,” Nightmare said, and the malice in his words sent needles crawling up his spine. He vanished again in a wash of cold. Molt leaped back, grasping at the nearest tide of positivity to carry him away.

He found his feet again on the sand. The sudden incline made him stumble. The seconds it took to catch his balance nearly cost him. A frustrated growl and the sensation of ice to his right was the only warning he had before a sharp object whistled past his skull. He teleported again and Nightmare followed.

“Enough! Cease this childishness.” The burning cold struck his side. Molt tumbled to the ground. He rolled, gasping in pain, and launched himself to the side. “Stop! I don’t want to fight you.” A loud crack sounded where he’d just been. Gravel pelted his arm.

“Then what happens next is your own fault,” His brother’s voice snarled.

He took another shortcut. Aiming north of the dense vortex of cold desperately trying to put some distance between himself and his brother’s counterpart. He needed that distance to escape this AU. If he attempted the jump too close to Nightmare he might unintentionally drag him along, or Nightmare would be able to sense where he went and this fight would never end. The temperature plummeted. In a split second, a cold tendril snapped around his middle. And then he was flung. His body hit the ground once, twice, and his skull was knocked against something hard.

A hiss shuddered through his ribcage. Molt clenched his teeth as the world spun, attempting to swallow back the sound.

“You brought this on yourself, Dream.”

Gravel and sand crunched at a steady pace. Malice approached slowly.

He struggled to push himself upright. The ground beneath him swayed dangerously. His tendrils lashed, writhing in defense of their host. But the ground beneath him lurched, his arms buckled, and the ground swung up to meet the side of his skull again.

His soul pulsed so fast and hard in his chest, he thought he was going to be sick.

“Poetic, isn’t it? I wonder... did the same desperation drive you?”

Cold wrapped around him and slammed his back into a hard, stone wall.

Claws dug into his jaw, roughly pinning his skull to the stone slab behind him. A strained hiss tore from his bared teeth. He found the strength to wrestle one arm free and dug his claws into the wrist pinning his head down. Nightmare’s strength didn’t waver, but an involuntary noise rattled through him, a jolt that was close enough to a flinch to be nothing else.

Faintly, Molt felt the phantom echo of a hot brand race up Nightmare’s arm, starting from where his claws dug into his wrist.

“W-why are you doing this? I am not from your timeline, so why?”

“The distinction is irrelevant,” the grip on his jaw tightened. “This fate, it’s the least you deserve. For everything you put me through. For every day I was left to defend myself while you selfishly basked in undeserved praise.”

Exhaustion crept into his limbs. He felt weaker and heavier by the second.

“Would you have always resented me?” Molt gasped out. “If things had been different... If our lives had been better—”

Nightmare barked out a bitter laugh. “Even as you are now, you are naive. No. I cannot imagine a world where I did not hate you. For us, no other outcome was possible.” Molt flinched. “... you doubt me? Do you actually believe my alternate self doesn’t resent you?”

The knife in his heart gave a sharp lurch. It would make sense... wouldn’t it. For all he hadn’t done, who wouldn’t resent him?

“N-Night...”

“You neglected your responsibilities, Dream. You were selfish. I’ve always wondered if you had known what I stood to lose that day. If you had known what they had planned to do—” “Nightmare!” Molt snapped. He was terrified, his soul shook, and he was painfully cold. “That was my home too!” Something snapped. He felt the abrupt, quaking shift in Nightmare’s demeanor. Rage colored all rational thought. Molt didn’t know what he intended to do and he didn’t have time to think about it. That rage solidified into a single, sharp tool. Malice soaked the thing so vividly, he could almost see it. A serrated bone dagger.

Molt jerked his head to the side, the claws on his jaw slipped, and something sharp and blisteringly cold scraped the side of his skull.

He might have blacked out for a few seconds. He couldn’t be sure. One moment, his vision was black. Then it was white. He’d yanked a tentacle free in the next. A resounding crack thundered through the stone lab behind him. Nightmare’s grip on his head slipped, caught off guard. Molt kicked his shin, and as Nightmare staggered, snarling, he flash-stepped out of immediate reach.

A safe distance away he sank to the ground.

Head swimming, he lifted a shaky hand to the side of his skull. He felt bone. The dry, clean surface of a malar bone. The muddy, blurred shape of his palm swam in and out of focus.

Nightmare stood very still for a long moment. His emotions felt stunted and Molt could not identify the feeling that had rendered him so still. Moments ago, Nightmare had been content to hurt him in every possible way.

“Get up,” Nightmare said. And he couldn’t identify the emotion behind that command either. It felt like anger but brittle. “I said get up!”

A tremble racked through his body. He felt a forbidden spark of anger ignite in his throat and shakily rose to his feet.

As he slowly lifted his gaze, palm still pressed to the side of his skull, he saw black tar and went still.

It was one thing to guess the shape of the magic that had tossed him around the field like a rag doll, but it was another thing entirely, to see it.

The ground felt like it was tilting. Nightmare was taking too long to respond. And though he hid it well, he was clearly in pain. Head swimming. Pounding. Red-hot needles. Nausea pricked through his brother’s bones.

Nightmare took one step closer. Molt flinched back, and a bitter smile crawled over his brother’s teeth—

“NOT SO FAST!”

A sharp ping. His vision was eclipsed in hazy blue. Before Molt could blink, he found himself yanked to the side, several feet away.

He was released, gently at that, and stumbled once as gravity resumed its normal weight. The world erupted in a cacophony of noise. With color and light sloshing together, it was difficult to make out shape and form, but the stirring magic immediately in front of him was familiar.

“Blue?” Molt whispered, but like Nightmare his magic felt just slightly off. The hope in his soul withered. He was surrounded by strangers.

“MWEH HEH HEH FEAR NOT STRANGE INTERDIMENSIONAL CITIZEN! WE ARE HERE TO SAVE THE DAY. NIGHTMARE! YOU WILL NOT GET AWAY WITH THIS!”

Whatever his brother’s mirror said in reply it was drowned out by noise.

“Wait.”

But his voice was too low. Too quiet. And his plea went ignored.

Too much happened at once after that. The Swap Sans launched himself into the fight. Light. Movement. A flash of white. Bones summoned then shattered by the furious sweep of a black arm. Nightmare’s strength was weakening. The balance had tipped. And battling three by himself? Nightmare couldn’t keep this up for much longer.

Most of the fight happened too fast for his barely stable eyelight to track.

So he did what he always did when the world around him became too chaotic to follow. He reached for the cold pitch of his brother’s magic.

He followed the current of cold as it funneled into a singular point. Pushed back, and back again by a burning white star. Hope. Concentration. Concern for the other, yet the courage to see his actions through to the end. The familiarity of the magic here was disconcerting. But his head already ached something awful and he didn't think his nausea could get much worse. The phantom lashes he’d endured at Nightmare’s hand still burned. But... Nightmare. He felt his twin’s exhaustion, felt the unsteady slip to his heel, and his alternate was closing in now and—

The shortcut was rough. Poorly executed. And finding his balance on the balls of his feet was not fun. He raised his arm defensively, anticipating the attack seconds before, and found his hand closing around the pole of a golden staff. It smacked into his palm with a solid clank. It hurt only a little bit. His own magic absorbed the brunt of the blow to feed itself. To lessen some of his own pain. And staring into the wide eyes of his own face was...

Dizzying.

Everything was dizzying.

That startled look melted into one of fear, and it didn’t make sense. His own rib cage hitched, sharing that fear second hand and then it dawned on him how this might look. Oh. He thought. …oh.

He released his counterpart's weapon and yanked his hand back. The other skeleton flash stepped out of reach, his soul pulsing with the rhythm of a terrified rabbit.

Within the pool of frigid cold at his back, he felt a spark of something that felt suspiciously like gratitude. Nightmare struggled to stand for a moment, winded, then laughed. The sound was not pleasant. “Recklessness must be a universal trait.”

“That’s enough,” Molt rasped. “Please. Just stop…”

“You should have taken my offer when you had the chance,” Nightmare sneered, words bitting. But more than anything, they felt defensive. The darkness pinched into a small, black star, and then he was gone.

“I SEE. WAS I MISTAKEN THEN? ARE YOU AND NIGHTMARE ALLIES?” Blue had taken a defensive stance beside his teammate. His weapon was drawn, but he didn’t move yet. His soul hummed with grim focus. The suspicion hurt.

Molt struggled to speak for several precious seconds. Unsettled. He was reeling from the fight, from everything he had learned about this reality and the cruelty of his brother's words and actions and he was trying ever so hard not to let a tremble snake its way into his voice. It was very hard... to hear someone say those awful things in Rem’s voice.

He shook his head and said softly. “We aren’t.”

Blue’s brow furrowed. “THEN, WHY DID YOU DEFEND HIM?

The words ‘because he is my brother?’ were on the edge of his teeth but the hostile edge to Blue’s magic and tone made him pause. It was less a question and more of an accusation. And that answer wouldn’t have been exactly true besides.

The tendril on his back coiled defensively.

He hadn’t stopped to think before he leapt in front of Nightmare. It hadn’t been a “should I or shouldn’t I” situation in his mind. In that moment he was unable to look past the pain and hurt his brother’s mirror was experiencing. In that moment, the distinction didn’t matter. He had to put a stop to it, that’s all. He couldn’t fight his brother. In any form he took. He just couldn’t do it. It reminded him of too much. And he couldn’t stand to watch that either.

But how could he possibly explain that?

A step behind his teammate, Dream was trying to calm down. Blue’s presence helped but he was struggling. Molt took a step back. He was causing someone pain and distress. He didn’t want that. Blue’s stance shifted. Bracing.

That felt like betrayal too. Molt swallowed something bitter behind his teeth and tried not to think of it that way. Ignored that small part of him that hissed and felt a little bit angry. It didn’t make sense. He knew the person in front of him wasn’t his friend.

“FRIEND, I WANT TO GIVE YOU THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT BUT... YOU ARE ACTING SUSPICIOUSLY.”

“I’ll leave,” Molt said. His head was pounding, and the last thing he wanted was to be dragged into another fight. “Wait...” Dream took a breath. “You’re hurt. Stay for a minute, let’s talk.” “DREAM IS RIGHT, POTENTIAL ENEMY OR NOT, IT WOULDN’T BE RIGHT TO LEAVE YOU THIS WAY. NOT TO FEAR HOWEVER, I AM ALWAYS PREPARED!” “It’s okay. I don’t need candy,” Molt said and felt vaguely like he was reading the lines of a script. If Rem or any of the others were here, they’d be calling his bluff. “Then, what do you need?”

“Somewhere calm, with hope. That’s all.”

The two exchanged a look. Surprise, suspicion, resignation, dread. “I SEE. SO YOU ARE LIKE DREAM THEN. BUT SURELY THAT'S NOT ENOUGH. I... I CANNOT SEEM TO CHECK YOU FOR SOME REASON, BUT YOU DO NOT LOOK WELL.”

Blue seemed to ask to Dream something silently. Concern. Suspicion. Acceptance. Dream sighed. “I know somewhere. It’ll be okay. We’ll be keeping an eye on him together, right? The place I’m thinking of is isolated so...”

“IT’S SETTLED THEN.” he finally dismissed his weapon, and Molt felt the tendrils on his back slowly lower. “SO THEN, NEW FRIEND, WHAT DO YOU SAY TO A TRUCE? WILL YOU COME WITH US?”

He gauged their intent for a moment. Rem had sometimes remarked that his empathy made him gullible. But Molt was tired, and sore, and aching. The others weren’t here. And he let them make decisions for him too much anyway. He hated to admit it but Nightmare was right. Dream wasn’t a physical threat to him. He was scared and trying so hard to be brave, and Molt was trying equally hard not to feel rattled.

“Okay,” he said.

Blue made a noise, something between acknowledgment and mild confusion. Dream offered a strained smile. He supposed they had a lot of questions.

#orbital chatter #moltendreams!au #molten!dream #nightmare!sans #nightmare sans #OG Nightmare meeting Molten!Dream situation but its longer #it doesnt go well #ink arriving late w/ starbucks: so what did i miss?#everyone is gone #ink: wow so alot #one shot

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Just an Affair Part 2 - Charles Leclerc x Reader

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Literally overwhelmed with requests asking for a Part 2. So here you go. Be prepared for some drama.

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Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, cheating, toxic behavior, cursing

summary: Charles and you have made a promise to stay away from one another. But Charles not being able to stop thinking about you and you feeling stuck in your marriage, seem to make things a little more complicated than expected.

The heat on the pavement under the sun was almost unbareable. Charles stood there, a towel wrapped around his neck as sweat was dripping down his forehead. His best friend Pierre standing next to him as they watched their opponents give interviews while doing press in Barcelona. The monégasque guy took a sip of his water, scared he might actually just pass out. Qualifying was extremely tiring and even worse with the heat they had faced today.

„You don‘t look happy for someone who has just gotten pole.“ the french guy stated, staring at his friend through his reflective glasses as they leaned against some wall, that was used as a backdrop for tv interviews. Charles kicked some gravel on the ground, crossing his arms, he hadn’t yet told Pierre what had been lingering on his mind this whole day. And it was probably better not to. He was scared to be judged or even worse that by Pierre uncontrollable urge to gossip, the thing might get out. Everybody knows how that can spiral out of control.

Pierre bit the inside of his mouth, studying Charles silence. He wanted his best friend to trust him, to open up to him, and he knew he was hiding something „Come on Charles. Im your best friend-"

Pierre was interrupted by a deep sigh coming from Charles. He of course couldn’t ever understand the guys frustration and the monégasque guy would have never expected him to do so. But how was he supposed to actually tell him the truth when it was eating him up from the inside? That he had laid eyes on a woman one night, knowing she was married. Proceeded to pursue her, knowing she was married. Made love to her, knowing she was married and then was taken aback that it seemingly had meant nothing to her. That she didn’t even hesitate or defend him in front of her husband, who he had to see all the time.

Lewis cold stares of course didn’t go unnoticed to Charles. But he had followed the British guy's orders and never talked to you again which was made easier by the fact that you had seemingly disappeared from the surface of the world the past two weeks. Charles knew he shouldn’t worry about dou, Lewis had made it clear he‘d kill him for doing anything like it. But he would lie if he said that your sudden vanishing had not only worried your fans but also him. Having normally been quite active on social media, there had been nothing but dead silence from you. Even when Lewis was seemingly living his life, posting about still being in the states and working out and stuff.

And then that day in Barcelona changed everything again. And god, it felt unfair to the Ferrari driver. Just when he was about to finally forget everything that happened and the humiliation and embarassment, you were suddenly there again. When he saw you lean against the entrance of the Mercedes hospitality, wearing a short white dress as your hair flowed in the slight wind. Your sunglasses effortlessly sitting on top of your head as you looked at the floor with your arms crossed, Charles couldn’t help but stare at you, not even making the effort to see if Lewis was around. He just felt a huge relief wash over him. You were alive and you were okay. Nothing else mattered in that moment.

You were lost in your own world, a thousand thoughts running through your mind as you awaited outside the Mercedes hospitality. So badly wanting to not have to do this. But it was time. It was then when you looked up an just about ten meters away from you, leaning against the railing as people passed him stood the young brown haired guy who had been lingering on your mind non stop. The look on his face almost one of relief with a pinch of sadness, breaking your heart. You sighed, shooting him a weak smile as you pressed your lips together. You could see Charles look suddenly change as he turned around to face the track. You weren’t confused for long, because next thing you knew Lewis stood next to you.

„Y/n.“ your husbands voice appeared next to you as you snapped out your daydreaming. Trying to brush off the fact that you had just been staring at Charles you looked up at him, your lips slighly trembling. Lewis smiled a little, scrunching his nose as he didn’t understand your weird behavior at all „Everything alright baby?“

You cleared your throat frantically nodding. Lewis took a step closer, wrapping his arm around your waist as he pulled you in close to him. Cupping you cheek with his free hand as he tried to hold eye contact with you before whispering „We’re fine. Right baby?“

„Yes. of course we’re fine Lewis.“ you smiled, biting your lips deciding you’d have to reassure him some way. Placing your lips on his shortly, not even giving him enough time to really kiss you back. But it was enough to calm your husbands nerves as his demenor softened and he seemed to relax. Lewis and you had spent the past two weeks working things out, or so you called it. In reality Lewis told you he couldn’t stand the sight of you which resulted in you leaving the states eralier than planned. With you in Europe and him still in New York, you agreed to take some time to think about things.

When you had gotten the call from your husband, saying he had thought about it and knew what he wanted you immedately were relieved. Thinking he must be on the same page as you, you two met up in Barcelona two days earlier. But you soon realized, from the moment he greeted you by smashing his lips on yours and eagerly running his hands over your body, that he was not at all where you were. You had been thinking too; things were just too broken in your opinion. They couldn’t be mend. But of course you couldn’t tell that to your husband who was set on making things right.

„I might have done something stupid Pierre.“ Charles mumbled, shaking his head as he remembered what had happened this morning. Seeing you with Lewis like that made Charles feel incredibly naive. He sort of resented you for doing this to him. After all, it always takes two. He just wanted to tell him how fucked up it was for you to leave him like that. He wanted to let out his anger and frustration, seeing you pretend like nothing happened.

„What?“ Pierre now furrowed his eyebrows, turning slightly towards the Ferrari Driver so no one would eavesdrop on them. Seeing Charles with his head hanging low, he nudged his friends shoulder, knowing something was definitely not right. Charles was not normally this down, especially not when racing. It was the thing the guy loved doing the most and even more when he was doing well, which he clearly had. So the french guy couldn’t help but feel bad, whatever Charles had done, it was clearly eating him up from the inside „What happened Charles?“

„I slept with someones wife.“

Pierre raised his eyebrows, surprised by the blunt confession as Charles clenched his jaw, shaking his head before he looked around the busy paddock. Seeing Lewis on the other end, lean against a wall as he talked to some woman. Pierres eyes followed the monégasques one, utterly confused on what had just happened. The British guy obviously noticed the stares on him as he looked straight back at Charles, a cold look on his face. It was then that Pierre realized what exactly was so bad about this.

„Wait.“ he gasped, remembering the rumor he had heard the week before. Apparently, Lewis Hamiltons wife had been seen with another driver in Miami. Pierre had heard this from his own teammate, who guaranteed him that it was a 100% accurate. The french guy knew Y/n only from seeing her, never having dared to approach the woman as Hamilton could be quite extremely possessive. Or so people told him. So when he heard the rumors, he made sure to stay even further away and when he had told Charles about it, the guy did react kind of odd; telling Pierre that he thought it was stupid that people talked about stuff they had no proof of. Pierre had brushed it off but this now left him speechless „You did not actually sleep with Hamilton's wife did you?“

„Shh..“ Charles frantically shushed Pierre, taking his eyes off the seven time world champion that was still throwing daggers at him. And the guilty look on Charles face told Pierre everything he needed to know as he gasped.

„Holy shit Charles!“

Lewis sat on the hotel bed, his head resting against the headboard as he listened to you blow dry your hair in the bathroom. His eyes glued on the tv, watching some stupid show to wind down. He knew he had to get to bed early as the next day was race day and he had to get his sleep. He watched you walk in the room in nothing but your red lace underwear, furrowed his brows as you bent over your suitcase, seemingly looking for something to wear before picking out what looked like a short red dress.

„Really into reds are we?“ he asked, watching you slip into the way too revealing dress in his opinion. You turned around, a confused look on your face. What was he even getting at? Your husband sitting there with his arms crossed as he looked you up and down critically. This was typical Lewis, always passive aggressive. Never just telling you what the problem was, leaving you guessing.

„What?“ you shrugged your shoulders, acting nonchalant as you ran your hand through your hair that was still not completely dry. Crossing your arms, sending Lewis a challenging look „You don’t like it?“

Lewis bit his lip, chuckling a little as he knew you were just covering your insecurity with your cold exterior. It was your motto to fake it till you make it but he had seen it happen enough times now. He looked at your exposed legs, before licking his lips „No, I mean I like it.“

„Then what’s the problem?“ you raised your eyebrows, taking a deep breath. If he had a problem with you going out he should have just said it. You would have probably considered even staying back at the hotel but you were sick of him not just telling you what he felt.

„Who are you going out with again?“ Lewis asked, causing you to sigh. You had told him a million times, it just seemed like he didn’t believe you.

„I’m going with Carmen, George's girlfriend remember?“ you stated, looking him straight into the eyes „You can call him and ask if-“

„No. I believe you.“ Lewis got up from the bed walking over to you as he pressed a soft kiss onto your lips. You were taken a back a little but gave in for a short while as your husband wrapped his arms around you. Lewis pulled you into him before disconnecting your lips looking into your eyes „Just don’t wear red alright?“

Lewis words were still echoing through your ears when you waited for the elevator in the hallway of the hotel Carmen and George stayed at. You had dropped off Carmen there after you had spent the night out in the city, wanting her to get home safely as she had drank quite a bit. Carmen was very nice and you actually enjoyed spending time with her. Until Lewis had sent you a million texts asking where you were and if he should pick you up.

It left you feeling confused, as you had clearly discussed you'd be home at midnight. Deciding you’d just text him you were gonna call a taxi and he should go to sleep you made your way back to the lobby. Your eyes glued to your phone as the doors to the elevator finally opened. Not looking up once you got in, the doors closing behind you. It was when someone cleared their throat that you looked up from your phone only to be met with the face of a certain brown haired guy.

„Charles.“ you whispered, seeing him in only in his bathrobe and wearing swimming trunks under neath. Your heart fluttering, feeling him so close to you after having literally thought about him day and night. The look on his face, causing your heart to ache as Charles put on a weak smile. You wanted to scream, feeling like you wanted to tell him all these thing but knowing you wouldn't even have enough time to do so. The sound of the elevator going down and with every second getting closer to the floor you had to get out at, causing you to sweat as you looked up at the monégasque guy and just asked „What are you doing?“

Charles felt taken aback, feeling like there would have been better things to say. But from the look on your face he could understand that you were probably just overwhelmed. He pressed his lips together, resisting the urge to check you out as he watched you nervously throw your hair over the shoulder „I’m going to the pool.“

As easy as that, the monégasque guy thought. He smiled a little trying to lighten the mood, which resulted in you chuckling a little „At this time?“

Charles couldn’t help but love the sound of it. God, what was he doing? He should remember Pierres words and stay away from you. The french guy had tried to talk some sense into his friend after finding out what had happened but Charles just couldn’t resist. Maybe that’s why he said what he said next „Yes, you wanna join?“

God, he wanted to slap him self across the face. What was he doing? The look on your face made his stomach twist and his face probably turn as red as a tomato. How stupid of him to suggest something like that. After all he had clearly been ordered to stay away from you by both you and your husband.But your next words surprised not only the Ferrari driver but also you „Sure.“

The pool area was completely emptied out as you quietly followed behind Charles, looking around as the blue light coming from the pool lit up the whole room. Charles stopped at some pool chair, throwing his phone and keycard onto it before taking off his bathrobe. You couldn’t help but check him out as he turned around. With wide eyes your eyes met his again; busted.

Charles smirked, understanding what had just happened, having to resist winking at you. Something that came incredibly natural to the guy. Seeing you blush was sort of endearing to him as he scratched the back of his neck, chuckling „So are you coming?“

„Yes. Ehm.“ you thought about how weird it was that you would have to actually get undressed in front of him. You didn’t have a bikini so you would obviously have to go in your underwear but Charles just staring at you with his arms crossed didn’t help make you less uncomfortable. You tried to give him a indicating look but the guy just raised his eyebrows clueless, causing you to sigh „Can you like... not look?“

„Alright.“ Charles couldn’t help but chuckle, seeing how nervous you were. He turned around holding his hands up. You quickly started undressing yourself, first your heels before taking off the black dress you had put on after Lewis pledge, revealing your red underwear „It’s nothing I haven’t seen before though.“

You rolled your eyes, giggling a little as you put your dress on the pool chair next to you. along with your shoes and bag. Standing there with your arms crossed, in nothing but your underwear, you thought about how mad Lewis would be right now. You had promised him to stay away from Charles but somehow you always found yourself back in the Ferrari Drivers presence. It was so easy being with Charles, refreshingly effortless. Even if it just meant going swimming „You can turn around now.“

Charles smirked as he turned around and he was not diasscapointed. He looked you up and down, flashbacks of what he had already done to your body washing over him. How perfect you were, it was a mystery to him. Your red underwear also caught his attention as he chuckled „A real Ferrari fan I see.“

You chuckled, shaking your head before looking at the pool and whispering „Let’s just do what we came here to do. No stupid comments alright?“

With that you strutted to the pool, feeling Charles watch your every move, close behind you. As you set your foot into the water surprised the water wasn’t actually that cold. When you walked down the stairs, holding onto the railing, water coming up further with each step. As it reached your stomach you stopped, trying to adjust to the sensation on the sensitive skin.

That’s when you could feel Charles behind you dangerously close, his skin brushing up against yours as you remembered just how wrong this was. You had promised Lewis for gods sake. Why didn’t you even hesitate?

Charles put his hand on your lower back, feeling you had tensed up. He knew what was going through your mind or should he say who. He understood, this wasn’t as black and white for you as it was for him. But he hadn’t forced you to come down here, it was your own choice that you had made so easily without a second doubt. If you went even this far, it meant more than you would probably admit to yourself. The monégasque guys fingers felt like fire on your skin as you could hear him whisper „Everything alright mon amour?“

The sound of the familiar words were enough for you to let yourself fall into the fresh water, trying to wash off, the feeling in your stomach. Charles watching you swim away, a smirk on his face before he let himself go as well. The water splashing around him, while he followed you. He watched you swim into the middle of the pool, where you couldn’t stand anymore, as you turned around to look at him only a few meters away from you. Some drops of water already covering your face. A smile forming on his lips as he looked you straight in the eyes. You blushed, having always thought his smile was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. In attempt to cover up your perplexity you slowly stopped moving which resulted into you sinking under water.

Hoping the silence under water would talk some sense into you. But it didn’t because when you came up for air, no longer being able to hold your breath Charles was right there. His face dangerously close to yours as you wiped water out your eyes, gasping for air. Charles eyes resting on your parted lips as he took a sharp breath in before looking into your eyes again. It seemed like the young confident guy had turned insecure, normally he wouldn’t have even hesitated to kiss someone in this situation. But you brought out the worst in him and he hated you so much for it. Only what was this hate, if not an equal to love? He shook his head before whispering „I won’t do it.“

You swallowed, cursing internally, knowing exactly what Charles wanted. He wanted you to show him that you wanted this, so you couldn’t blame him. And you understood, you hadn’t treated him very well. But this was all just so goddamn hard. You wanted to get to know Charles you really did but that meant leaving Lewis. And when you’re together with someone for so long, that of course isn’t a decision to make over night.

„Charles.“ you whispered apologetically, a heavy silence lingering in the room. The sound of the pool, suddenly becoming white noise as it seemed like it was just the two of you. Charles sighed, looking gutted to say the least. It was probably that look on his face that made you do what you did next. Your mind seemingly going blank as you wrapped your arms around Charles neck and eagerly smashed your wet lips on his. He was taking aback for a second but he soon gave in, wrapping on arm around you as the other held him afloat. The kiss was rough an somehow sloppy, both too passionate and filled with adrenaline to think straight.

Tugging on his still relatively dry hair, you moaned into the kiss. it drove Charled crazy as he started attacking your neck with kisses. Making sure he was slowly guiding you towards the edge of the pool where he could have a better hold of you. Finally arriving there, both panting messes, he trapped you between him and the wall continuously stimulating the sensitive skin just above collar bone. Probably leaving marks which you’d have to hide later. Water overflowing over the edge of the pool with each of his movements as Charles hand travelled down your body underwater before grabbing your butt as your own arms wrapped around his back. Throwing your head to the side allowing the monégasque guy better access as he chuckled before pulling away. You let out a frustrated sigh before opening your eyes and looking at the guy who had a mischievous smirk on his rosy lips „So needy are we?“

„Charles.“ you groaned, hating when he teased you. Charles took that as his clue to go a step further as he placed his hand your lower stomach before slowly travelling further down all the while keeping eyecontact. As his finger brushed over your sensitive spot, you couldn’t take it any longer wrapping your leg around him in hopes he'd apply more pressure. But Charles just chuckled again. as he saw you bite your lips and felt your fingers dig into his back.

He pressed down on your clit with two of his fingers before whispering „You know we have a rule mon amour.“

You rolled your eyes knowing what he was talking about as he could feel the cold material of it press in his skin. Letting go of your grasp on him you brought your hand in between you before sliding off your wedding band in an annoyed manner. Holding it up before placing it on the floor behind you all the while Charles smile grew into a satisfied one. Looking at him, you tried to resist your own urge to smile „Happy?“

„Happy.“ Charles spoke and without waisting another second he buried two of his fingers inside you. Catching you by surprise as you held on to his shoulder, taking a sharp breath in. Charles moved your underwear aside allowing him to move in an out of you more freely as you pulled him closer to you, reconnecting your lips was long overdue. The sensations going through your body were crazy, having craved feeling like this again for as long as you can remember.

„Charles.“ you squirmed a little, feeling him add a third finger as he pushed them inside you. Curling them up a little so he could hit just all the right places. It made you a panting mess. His pace getting faster as you felt the knot in your stomach grow. The tingling sensation causing your heartrate to raise while your moans got louder with each of his movements. Your lips still connected as his tongue roamed your mouth, the water around you feeling ice cold against your warmed up skin. As Charles felt your high was approaching more and more it turned him own even more his hard erection pressing against your bare leg. He pulled away from you seeing you with your head thrown back and squirming around his fingers as moans left your puffy lips.

„No.“ the monégasque guy disobeyed, abruptly stopping his movements. It took you a second to realize before you felt him pull out of you. Looking at him offended, he raised his eyebrows before chuckling „You really thought I was gonna let you cum without me? Mon amour, you know better by now.“

You gasped a little slapping his chest as you caught your breath again „What the hell Charles!“

Charles laughed, placing a soft kiss on your lips his hands now pulling down your panties just a little further. You helped him by squirming around a little, until they were finally off. Charles sliding them off your leg that was wrapped around his torso as he held them up with a smirk before joking „Talk about wet panties.“

You rolled your eyes, annoyed how even the most stupid things somehow sounded charming when he said it. Maybe it was the accent or the stupid dimples but you had never seen a more charismatic guy in your life. Though you were done with his bullshit now, eagerly pulling down his swimming trunks as his erection pressed against your leg. Seeing he was already rock hard you didnt need much foreplay, guiding his cock towards your entrance. Charles watching you do so with a clenched jaw. He loved when you got dominant, it was the reason he had gotten with you the very first night.

But this was still his game. As you placed him at your entrance he didn’t hesitate and pushed inside you without a warning causing you to yelp a little which gained another chuckle from him. His hand grabbing your chin as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip, not moving inside you at all „I‘m the one that’s making the rules alright mon amour?“

You nodded, seeing his stern expression. Charles looked like he wasn’t satisfied with that as he whispered „I wanna hear words.“

You swallowed, taken aback by his sudden change of demeanor but also finding it to be incredibly thrilling „You make the rules.“

Charles smiled, seemingly proud of himself ad he caressed your cheek. Even when taking the upper lead the guy still wanted to make sure you were comfortable as he started moving inside you a little. Pulling in and out in slow movements as he placed a soft kiss against your lips before mumbling „This is okay right? Just tell me when it’s too much mon amour okay?“

You giggled at his concern, shaking your head as you felt him move awfully slowly „It’s fine Charles. It’s perfect.“

Charles looked relieved and he also took that as his cue to start moving in and out you faster, picking up his pace as you reconnected your lips. Everytime he hit that spot inside you sending frictions through your body as your nails started digging into the skin of his chest. It was everything, the way he smelled, the feeling of his smooth skin, the sounds he made and the way he touched you. It was everything to you. Wishing you could capture this moment and feel like this forever. Was this making love? You had heard about it but it had never felt like this. It sounded cheesy but it was in all honesty the truth. With Lewis it wasn’t bad, it was just sex. This, this was different.

Charles movements started becoming sloppier as the water around you splashed around like crazy. Feeling the back of the pool against your skin as he thrusted in and out of you. His groans becoming louder as your moaning was already out of control. It only took Charles a couple more pushes before you could feel his cock twitch inside you. As he came inside you, still moving slightly and both riding of your high while panting for air. Opening your eyes to look at the guy in front of you, his face slightly wet from the water and his hair sticking out in every direction. His post sex look was just something else.

„That was-" Charles stuttered, opening his eyes all the while still inside you as you smirked. He chuckled slightly before placing one last soft kiss on your lips „You’re incredible mon amour.“

Lewis didn’t even say anything when he heard you get home at two in the morning. Maybe it was because he was half asleep. You tiptoed out the bathroom, having just brushed your teeth and taken off your still soaking wet underwear before putting on a shirt he had left out for you. Lewis always left out a shirt for you to sleep in. It made your stomach twist with guilt seeing it was a fresh one and it hadn’t been there when you left. Too tired for anything else as you got under the sheets next to your husband. You were surprised when you heard him turn around and scooch closer to you before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into his body. His breathing slow as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, causing your body too stiffen.

„Baby… why is your hair wet?“

The next morning was a whirlwind to say the least. While Lewis had seemingly forgotten about your wet hair and how it was unexplainable he had seen something else that morning that rang his alarm bells. You two got up, planning to get breakfast before heading off to the paddock as it was race day in Barcelona. While you put on your makeup, Lewis brushed his teeth next to you, watching you through the mirror. His eyes fell onto something or better something missing as he furrowed his eyebrows.

You didn’t even catch it at first, too focused on getting on the perfect eyeliner as you could only think about Charles. Your heart fluttered, thinking you were gonna see him again today, already missing his touches. He had even texted you this morning, saying he couldn’t stop thinking about you and he had to see you. It felt good knowing he felt the same as you did. That's when you finally caught wind off your husband, looking at you with furrowed brows through the mirror before spitting out his toothpaste.

What?“ you asked, looking at him confused but also kind of afraid of what was wrong now. You looked yourself up and down before looking at your husband, who was wiping his mouth with a towel rather aggressively. Yoh immediately knew that something had just switched in him.

„Where’s your ring?“he hissed, throwing his towel in the corner of the bathroom as he pointed at your hand. You looked at your hand, eyes wide open as you remembered what had happened. Fuck, did you actually leave it at the pool. Remembering last time that someone found it, it was the reason Lewis even found out about Charles and you. Lewis wasn’t having your silence, sensing it couldn’t mean anything good. Of course there was the fear in his mind that you had done something. Who could blame him? It wasn’t the first time after all. But he just didn’t want to believe it. So instead he settled for your lie, that you had taken it off when showing it to Carmen and forgotten it in her hotelroom. It must be mentioned that it was a diamond ring along with a silver band, worth quite a bit of money. So you could just hope no one would steal it.

You had texted Charles that you needed to talk to him because of an emergency. Worried he texted you to meet him at the hotel, it would be hard to talk at the paddock without anyone noticing. Well nearly impossible. You agreed with Charles saying it would be hard to explain to Lewis but that you would try to meet him there. And just minutes later you gave Lewis a goodbye kiss before getting in your taxi and taking off in the opposite direction, having told your husband you’d go with Carmen and she needed help picking out an outfit. Lewis was glad that you seemingly finally had made a friend but there was something off. His gut feeling was telling him that you weren’t being fully truthful.

Charles looked like a little kid on his first school day when he opened the door to his hotel room. Smiling from ear to ear as he pulled you into his room, immediately pressing his lips onto yours. You chuckled into the kiss before pulling away, remembering why you were here. Staring into the brown haired guys eyes with worry as he raised his eyebrows in confusion, pouting his lips „What happened?“

Charles arm pulled you in tighter as you held up your hand with a sigh. The Ferrari driver looked back and forth between you and the hand scrunching his browes before realization hit him „Oh.“

„Yes. Oh.“ you shook your, head biting your lips as Charles pursed his lips.

„Did Lewis notice?“

„Yes, of course he did.“ you groaned, burying your face in your hands at the mentioning of your husbands name. You had told Charles about the fact you wanted to get to know him last night. You also told him you were planning on getting a divorce but it would the time. He of course understood and told you he'd be there for you, promising you wouldn't even have to sleep together if it made things complicated. He just wanted you to be happy and he knew if you didn't get out your marriage, that would never happen.

Charles took a deep breath before sighing and removing your hands with his, making you look at him as he placed a kiss on your forehead in hopes to cheer you up „It’s fine mon amour. We’ll find it.“

George Russell was confused by the sighting he had made this morning when going for a swim. The diamond glistening at the edge of the pool not to be overseen. Inspecting it, he felt like the piece of jewelry looked familiar. But he couldn't quite place it and feeling like it was probably worth quite a bit of money he decided to just drop it off at the hotel reception. But on his way over there he noticed something that struck him as odd. Engraved on the inside of the silver band in small cursive letter was a date next to a name he knew very well; L.Hamilton.

The British guy was stunned by his discovery, knowing now, this must be your ring. He remembered you had gone out with Carmen the night before and dropped her off around midnight but his girlfriend hadn’t mentioned anything about going for a swim. And Lewis was, unlike a lot of other drivers, not staying at this hotel. Which brought him back to a rumor he had heard going around the past couple of weeks; that Lewis wife was apparently spotted with another driver at a hotel in Miami. Not giving much about gossip, this now still intrigued him. Was it true? Did you really have an affair?

George felt like he had fully formed into Sherlock Holmes, putting the pieces of the puzzle together. If you had dropped of Carmen at around midnight you must have gone to the pool after which you would have needed a keycard for. A keycard you didn’t have because you weren’t staying here?

The guy behind the reception table of course looked at George critically when he was asked to check which key card was used to enter the pool area just past midnight. And although it was probably illegal, the spanish guy told George that there was in fact a single key card that had been used, entering around midnight and leaving just an hour or so later. He gave the Mercedes driver the number, telling him he couldn’t hand out names or he might lose his job.

George thanked him, realizing the information he had recieved was enough for now. With the ring in his hand he went to his room, showered and got changed as Carmen was still fast asleep. George realized he could have asked her first about what he was planning to do. But he realized Y/n was her friend and she would probably be biased. So without wasting another second he left his room and texted his teammate, feeling like it was the right thing to do; I found something you might be interested in. It’s about your wife.

Putting away his phone, he proceeded to roam the halls of the big hotel. And just a floor above his he found it; Room 247. He took a deep breath in, knowing he was about to find out someone he knew, wasn’t who he thought. To his knowledge a lot of drivers were staying here, so it could have literally been anyone. He knocked on the door a couple of times. Feeling like he could hear voices inside and after what felt like an eternity the door was ripped open, revealing a guy, he knew very well, looking as pale as a ghost.

„Charles?“ George gasped, seeing that it was actually his friend standing there. Charles looked startled but that was probably because he knew just a few meters away, hiding in the bathtub was Georges teammates wife and if that wasn’t enough to unsettle him, just one second later the elevator door in the hall opened and out stepped none other than Lewis, looking like he was ready to actually murder someone.

Charles looked at George with wide eyes asking him what the hell he had done, as the Mercedes driver just stared straight ahead. If he had known that it was his friend that gotten himself in this situation he might would have reconsidered telling Lewis what he had told him. And although George didn’t understand what had triggered Lewis into coming here straight away, he knew it must mean something had been brewing for a long time. Little did he know that Lewis had followed Y/n to the hotel as he sat outside waiting. Contemplating wheter or not to trust her. And for a short second he did, he trusted his wife and just when he wanted to take off again, he had gotten a text from George. Putting all sorts of doubts in his head. As he stormed into the hotel, knowing exactly what he had to ask; Charles Leclercs room number. It gutted him hearing that Charles was actually staying here and when he walked out the elevator and could spot George and Charles standing in the doorway anger overtook him.

Meanwhile you were literally laying in a bathtub with your hand covering your mouth as you could hear the scene outside unfold. Clearly hearing your husband voice as George tried to desperately calm hin down.

„Where is she?“ Lewis yelled, resisting the urge to push Charles who was blocking his way. George somewhere between them putting his hand on Lewis shoulder. He knew by now that Lewis must know more than he did, so he‘d probably not mention his findings and add fuel to a already raging fire.

„Calm down Lewis.“ George whispered, not wanting to cause a scene as Charles looked overwhelmed. He knew he wasn’t a good person for sleeping with Lewis wife. But he hadn't imagined feeling this guilty abozt it. Seeing Lewis face and how he genuinely looked upset.

„No! I wanna know where my wife is for god damn sake!“ Lewis cursed looking at George before looking back at the brown haired guy „I told you to stay away from her!“

George ripped his eyes wide open, hearing that Lewis had known about this. It surprised him because if it had been him who found out that Carmen was doing something like this, he would have sure as hell not let it fly by like that.

„I’m sorry.“ is all Charles could say, totally perplexed which pissed off Lewis even more. How could he come of as so innocent when he was clearly shagging someone else's wife. Lewis felt nauseous just at the thought of it, it was even worse knowing it had happened multiple times by now. How could you have done this to him? He had given you everything. You had been together since you were teenagers for god's sake. You were his. His Y/n. Not Charles, no he was just trying to pull you apart.

„I couldn’t care less.“ Lewis spat out taking a step towards the monégasque guy, an intimidating look on his face. The Mercedes driver wasn't normally someone who approved of violence but in that moment he wanted nothing more than to punch Charles straight in the face.

„I know! I know!“ Charles took a step back, scared of what Lewis might do. He wanted to explain himself but didn’t think he could ever put it into the right words. Luckily Charles would never have to because even if he didn’t know that second you walked out the bathroom behind him, tears in your eyes, as you had listened to the interaction from inside. You had to put an end to this. This wasn’t Charles fault. God this wasn’t even Lewis fault. The only person to blame for this was you.

Lewis heart was shattered into a million pieces as he saw you appear behind his opponent. His closed fist hitting the wall, causing everyone to flinch. George behind him just shaking his head, sending Charles a dissapointed look and mumbling something along the lines of „unbelievable“ before reaching his hand in his pocket. He approached Lewis who had his head hanging low, patting his back before handing over the small piece of seemingly meaningless metal to him.

„I found it this morning.“ George sighed, before sending Lewis who was staring at the ring in his hand, one last apologetic look. The younger guy then turned around and left, not being able to handle this uncomfortable situation any longer. He didn’t know the full story, but he knew he felt sorry for his teammate. No one deserves to be treated like that.

„Amour.“ Charles whispered as you stood behind him, looking at how upset you were breaking his heart „Do you really wanna do-"

„I have to Charles.“ you took a deep breath, your voice shaky as you looked into his eyes. Charles nodded, understanding what this probably meant, things wouldn’t be easy. They were gonna be real hard at first. He took a step aside letting you pass as you approached Lewis, who looked like he was about to literally have a breakdown.

„Lewis.“ you whispered but he just shook his head, seeing you with Charles and hearing him call you that felt like a knife was stabbed into his chest and slowly being twisted. Lewis looked at you shaking his head as he whispered „Don’t do this please. Don’t.“

You closed your eyes, grabbing his hand as you put the palm of your free one against his cheek. Looking him into his eyes as a tear rolled down your cheek „I have to. This isn’t fair to you. You deserve better, we deserve better. You know this isn't just because of Charles. It's been a long time coming."

Lewis felt like his heart stopped right there and then as he closed his eyes and bit his lip, stopping it from crying. Opening them up again and looking at the ring in his hand one last time before storing it into his pocket. You knew he had come to acceptance. He looked at you with his lips pressed together as he wiped the tear rolling down your cheek with his thumb „Don’t cry baby."

With that Lewis placed one last kiss on your forehead before turning around and leaving. Leaving you feeling like a hollow shell, your heart aching with each breath, grasping for air. Turning around, seeing Charles looked equally as sad as you did before crashing into his arms. And as he held you closer then ever in that moment he wasn’t being your affair, not your lover. He was just for the time being, your friend. The friend you had desperately needed all these years.

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please please please please pleaseeeeeeeeeeee continue the sagau, its so good!!!!!!!!

Hnggg okay since y’all asked nicely, here’s the next part (pt 1 here) that I originally had partially written. This is legit the rest of it, so I have no more prepped after this. It’s Dottore Centric since I was originally supposed to cycle through most of the harbingers, and is such mild yandere I hesitated as even tagging it as such.

Doctor’s Orders (on your knees before me) - SAGAU ft. Dottore (pt 2)

After being brought back to the Tsaritsa’s Zapolyarny Palace, a familiar doctor is put in charge of your health. Happily, he takes on the role, and you learn a bit why the world loves you, and why the people hate you.

cws: allusions to temporary death, mild yandere, fading memories of a past life.

700 words

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As it turns out, not letting the creator, well, be the creator leads to adverse side effects. Abnormal ley line flows, early deaths, and an unprecedented amount of power given to Celestia. Something Dottore explained to you in great—very confusing—lengths as he treated your hypothermia.

Huh.

You did not remember any of that from when you played the game.

Was the real world even real, or was this one the falsehood? You had a family and a life, for better or for worse.

Your skull began to ache whenever you thought of your home… logically you had a family, a world you hailed from, separated from your own. It faded from you, slowly, as if it was never even there to begin with. It was difficult to mourn it.

Dottore was speaking, you refocused your attention on him, as he strode over holding a hand out for your forearm, a syringe prepared for you. You gave it up easily.

“Creation, as we’ve found, is a hard task. After making a world, said creator often must rest for millennia. This gave Celestia time to attach to our world—to you—like a parasite. You should have awoken long ago. The archons were all expecting you to descend a few hundred years back. When you didn’t, the Tsaritsa’s war against Celestia began.”

“Ah.” Okay… sure. You’d accept that as fact for now. “What happens now that I’ve descended? Is this war against Celestia over then?”

“Hm? Oh, of course not. The Tsaritsa will personally drag Celestia down from their stolen thrones and gut them in your name, before returning their power to you.”

A violent, gleeful edge tinted his tone, then. Under his mask, a sharp smile spread as the thought crossed his mind. You paid it no attention, it was just the way he was.

“How are you so sure I’m the Creator? Others thought me to be an imposter of sorts.”

“How wouldn’t we?” Dottore laughed. “Your blood is gold, your deaths left the world weeping, the stars in your eyes shift to the constellation of whatever person you look at, and you know so much about each of us. Not to mention, we were the ones who awoke you.”

Your eyes immediately tore away from the syringe he was drawing blood with, shooting to him. “What?”

Dottore smiled, lips curling back to bare sharp teeth. “Oh, they didn’t tell you?”

“You couldn’t have awoken me.” You whispered, brow creasing. “I first appeared in Inazuma, where Kujou Sara killed me.”

The arrow was swift. After hours of wandering across familiar landscapes, the soft buzz of electro on your skin, wonder bright in your eyes. All that was cut short when the tengu woman shot you without hesitation. As you faded away, you heard her mangled scream as you bled gold.

“Awakened, not summoned. We could not control where you descended once your body awoke.”

You nodded. No wonder they were so… prepared to retrieve you, then. Brought back to the Tsaritsa’s palace, you were met with staff, a personal chamber, and every harbinger present to receive you. Even the Tsaritsa herself lowered herself from her icy throne to meet you.

You were very relieved that you met their unknown expectations for this ‘Creator’ you were expected to be.

You felt fingers on your chin, cold, the skin to skin contact separated by his sanitary gloves. He tilted your face up, locking eyes with yours, even if they were hidden by his mask.

He let out a soft, utterly enchanted sigh. “My creator.”

You brought your hand up, cupping his face in turn. Immediately, he slumped into it, like a cat, mumbling again; “My creator… my creator.”

You wondered if his eyes fluttering closed at your touch, if the slump of his shoulders, almost purring sigh, was due to your rank as creator. Was your very touch ecstasy?

His eyes remained closed when he next spoke. “The tsaritsa wishes for your presence, once you are medically cleared. It will be a little bit though. I guess you’ll just have to spend some time within my laboratory. Your health will be observed by me, of course.”

The way he said it, slightly cheeky, made you question if you actually were still sick. Alas, you were out of your depth, for now.

So, you drew back your hand, watching curiously as Dottore’s content look shifted to that of a small frown, lifting his head curiously. At his look of slight disgruntlement, you laughed a bit. “I’ll stay here, just for a few days.”

After all, you needed time to prepare to meet the Tsaritsa.

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So this is all that has been prepped for the Sagau stuff, everything else is just passing thoughts. Thing is, SAGAU is way less popular, which means I read way less, and get less ideas. This is a very traditional SAGAU au tho and I’m happy people liked it!

#genshin fanfic #genshin yandere #genshin sagau #dottore #mild yandere #soft yandere #he’s really not that bad which is impressive considering it’s DOTTORE #it’s been like t w o months goodness

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Examining the Use of Movie Posters in Dead Friend Forever, Episode 8

So, for the past few weeks I've been paying attention to the different movie posters in Non's room and we finally got a clear shot of the posters in Episode 8! A big thank you to @lukaherehelp, @slayerkitty, and @fiction-is-queer for helping me identify, track down, and discuss all the movie posters and their possible significance.

Before we jump in, I think there are some interesting trends that have come from the chosen movie posters that have been plastered on the walls. First, all the movies either have kids dying or kids involved in some capacity. Second, two of the posters were in Spanish (does this hint that New was in a Spanish-speaking country?). Third, several seem to be in the horror films. Fourth, most seem to take place out in nature (a la cabin in the woods.)

El Fuera de la Ley -> The Outlaw Josey Wales (1976)

Interestingly enough, Clint Eastwood's The Outlaw Josey Wales is the only legitimate poster that I have been able to find that Be On Cloud has chosen to use. I'm attributing this to mainly be due to American copyright laws.

For those that aren't familiar with U.S. copyright laws or just copyright laws in general, the law protects any tangible, intellectual property. Under the Copyright Act of 1976, as amended in 1978, any work that is made for hire, the copyright endures for a term of 95 years since its first publication. Movie posters do fall under this category. But this term of 95 years only took effect starting from January 1st, 1978, meaning that any work prior to this amendment was still controlled by the 1976 act. Under the 1976 act, the initial term of copyright was 28 years from the date of publication or registration. After the initial term, it could then be extended for 67 years for a total 95 years, but the copyright holder would need to actively extend the term. The Outlaw of Josey Wales came out in 1976, and assuming that the did not pursue copyright for the next 67 years, the copyright term would have ended in 2004. Meaning that Be On Cloud would be able to use the original movie poster without having to pay for the right of use.

Now onto the actual relevant portion of the plot. Josey Wales, a Missouri farmer, seeks revenge after his wife and son are murdered by pro-Union militants led by Captain Terri. Refusing to surrender to the Union, after the war, he ends up with a bounty on his head. Captain Terrill hunts down Wales and opens fire on him. Struggle ensues, Terrill draws out his sword and tries to kill Wales, but instead Wales take control and forces the blade through Terrill's chest and finally avenges his family. There is still a bounty for Wales, but locals cover him and tell the Rangers that came looking for him that he had already been killed. Ultimately, Wales has found his peace and rides off in the sunset, while you're left being unsure whether he survived or died of his wounds.

Now, I'm thinking this is where we're heading for the ending. After it's all said and done, I think this may play out in two different ways: either we'll never really truly find out whether Non made it out alive or we'll never know who the actual killer is. Either way, with the ending of The Hidden Character and coupled with the ending of this movie, I really think we're heading towards the direction where we're going to end up with a rather ambiguous ending. And if Non is confirmed dead, will it be Phee to be the last one standing after having avenged him? If Non's the writer and Phee is the killer, by Non's new storyboard and following Wales' story, he would.

La Madre: Love Never Dies -> Mamá : El Amor De Una Madre Es Para Siempre (2013)

‘Mama’ is a supernatural horror film that follows two young girls, Victoria and Lilly, who disappeared the of their parents' deaths but are later found abandoned in a forest cabin after 5 years have passed. They are taken in by their uncle Lucas and his girlfriend Annabel, but strange occurrences reveal the presence of a malevolent entity they call "Mama." As Annabel struggles to bond with the girls, Mama becomes increasingly possessive and dangerous, threatening their safety. Annabel offers Mama her lost child's remains to soothe Mama's anger but Lily's call interrupts, leading to Mama's return as she attempts to take the girls. Victoria chooses to stay with Annabel, and Mama and Lily fall off a cliff, before becoming spirits that turn into moths. At the end, you see one of the moths land on Victoria, likely showing the Lily would always be with Victoria.

Now at first glance, I thought this was just in reference to Non's tumultuous relationship with his mother, which I'll get to that in another meta, but the more I think about it seems like it parallels the corruption of innocence and the monstrosity found in humanity. In ‘Mama’, the corruption of innocence occurs not only to the children but actually to Mama herself. She becomes a malevolent entity after the loss of her child and becomes obsessed with the sisters in a twisted form of motherly love. Meanwhile, Non's life is irrevocably altered by the actions of the THC gang. They initiate the beginning of Non's life imploding on him. He's rendered a victim of relentless harassment and violence. The psychological and physical trauma that the THC gang put him through eventually breaks him and what little of his sanity that he had left. They destroyed him, intentionally. There’s no true remorse from any one of them, sans (maybe) Jin. Monsters do not always come in the shape of supernatural entities and the THC gang has proven that. They relentlessly tormented Non, manipulated and exploited him for their own gain, while showing little regard for the life that they, quite literally, traded in return for their own success. They may be haunted by te supernatural, hunted by a killer, but they were the first monsters.

"A ghost is an emotion bent out of shape, condemned to repeat itself, time and time again until it rights the wrong that was done." This quote comes directly from the movie and really sums up everything that the THC gang has been living and fearing. Non's movie is has come full circle, it's finally being performed the way he wrote it. There's no more hijacking of his film and changing the ending depending on who is skimming through the script. Instead, who ever is laying out these murders is fixing the changes made and following what Non wanted. And if he gets his way, nobody is going to survive this time around.

Considering the ending once more, it's going to be interesting if the DFF's ending parallels Mama's. If so, who is going to be the hypothetical sacrificial lamb? Will it be Phee? Tan? White? Or, has it been Non this whole time?

Whisper (2007)

Quite frankly, I'm not familiar with this movie at all, but I'm going to do a quick recap from what I could find online. In "Whisper," Max Truemont and his fiancée Roxanne seek a fresh start by opening a diner, but face financial obstacles. Max agrees to join his former partner Sydney in kidnapping 8-year-old David, son of a wealthy woman, for ransom. After the abduction, tensions rise among the group as suspicions emerge, exacerbated by David's ability to manipulate minds. It's revealed that David's mother is the mastermind behind the plot, claiming David is a demon with mind control powers. She urges Max to kill David, but she dies by her own hand when he refuses. Max ultimately kills David, unintentionally causing Roxanne's death in the process.

I think the obvious parallel here is the kidnapping that occurs. Yet, in 'Whisper', trust and betrayal are central to the plot where Max places his trust in Sydney only to betrayed when loyalties are questioned. Meanwhile, Non gets dragged into the movie by Jin, the one who places himself to be the friendliest of the group and is the only one that seems to want to have Non around. Out of everyone, Jin appears to be the closest to Non. Hell, in the present Tee even states that if Non were to visit anyone after disappearing for so long, it would be Jin. But we know that's not true, arguably the biggest betrayal comes from Jin. First, he films him getting sexually assaulted. Second, he lets Non get kidnapped by Tee and Top. Thirdly, he completely lies to the police officer about not knowing what happened to Non and actively frames Non as a promiscuous kid that ran away with his teacher. Jin was actively a bystander to Non's torment. Both narratives highlight the fragility of trust and the consequences of betrayal.

With that, ‘Whisper’ also revolves around the consequences of Max's actions. Max's decision to participate in the kidnapping of David set off a chain of events that screws up his whole life, quite literally causing the death of his fiancée. Here, Non's choice to continuously get involved with the THC gang really was the beginning of an end for him. Same with the decision to repay Por with the mafia's horse accounts... his choice to fix a problem with another problem shaped what little future he had.

Rivarium -> Vivarium (2019)

Again, this is another movie that I had to research. In "Vivarium," the concept of brood parasitism is starkly depicted through the introduction of a cuckoo bird. Gemma and Tom, a young couple, become trapped in a surreal suburban neighborhood called "Yonder" after being led there by a mysterious real estate agent. As they struggle to escape, they discover they are part of an experiment conducted by an otherworldly entity, with a strange child named "The Boy" at the center. Ultimately, the film concludes with The Boy assuming the identity of the dying real estate agent Martin, perpetuating the cycle of captivity and manipulation.

‘Vivarium’ explores the theme of cycles and repetition, as Gemma and Tom find themselves trapped in a seemingly endless loop of confinement and captivity. Despite their repeated attempts to escape, they always return to the same house, number 9, mirroring the cyclical nature of brood parasitism found in nature. Non finds himself in the vicious cycle of abuse and retaliation, where every time that he tries to fix one problem, he gets in another. No matter what he tries to do to dig himself up from his hole, it only leads to further escalation and harm to himself. @lukaherehelp and @fiction-is-queer made good points that in this case, Non is the 'bird' that the 'cuckoos', the THC gang, used for their own benefit. And now that Non is gone, the loop restarts, only now it’s Phee and Tan’s turn to infiltrate the group that has caused Non’s ruin.

The Devil (2010)

Now, this is the only movie poster that is not found in Non's room, but is actually located in Jin's.

‘The Devil’ revolves around five strangers that become trapped in an elevator. As they struggle to escape, it becomes apparent that one among them is the Devil incarnate, manipulating events and tormenting the others with a series of disturbing manifestations. Meanwhile, outside the elevator, a detective investigates the strange occurrences, gradually piecing together the connection between the trapped individuals and the sinister presence haunting the building. As the situation inside the elevator becomes increasingly dire, the characters are forced to confront their darkest secrets and sins, each suspecting the others of being the Devil in disguise. Once they deny their sins, the devil is able to claim their soul. The Devil is unable to claim the last survivor's soul, because Tony confesses and repents for having killed a family in a car accident and fleeing the scene.

This one I find to be incredibly interesting, because I can't help but wonder if this is foreshadowing Jin's journey. To gain forgiveness, you first have to admit your faults. Jin has to first acknowledge the harm he has caused Non, since he constantly postures himself to be the 'nice guy'. Now the question is will he continue to be a coward and deny that he had any part in Non's disappearance, in Non's mental break down, or will he 'confess his sins' and face the consequences of the reality that he helped create?

Final Thoughts

If you read all the way through this... first off, thank you, because this might just be my longest meta.

I might just be reading way too into this show and maybe they just needed movie posters to demonstrate Non's interest in filmmaking, but Be On Cloud is known for paying attention to their minor details. Plus if Non's t-shirts can speak, why not his movie posters? Especially when they gave us such a clean shot of the foreground in today's episode.

Everything beyond The Outlaw Josey Wiles is pure speculation, since there's no exact movie poster that I could find. It’s going to be interesting to see if DFF's ending mirrors any of the endings in the referenced movies.

#dead friend forever #dff the series #dff meta #dead friend forever meta #barcode tinnasit #my meta #my posts #be on cloud #dff non #dff phee #dff jin #ta nannakun #copper phuriwat #boc #boc meta #thai bl #thai bl meta #boc actors

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