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The Parental Solution - Loose Ends

(Make sure to read The Original Story first!)

I woke up to a sight I never imagined I’d see. My own dad sound asleep next to me in bed. A couple weeks it would’ve seemed insane. Sleeping in bed next to my dad who I could tell was naked just by how close we were under the sheets. Not that I could say anything since I was as well. I listened to him snore ever so slightly as I reflected on how the hell I’d even managed to get in this situation.

My best friend Jason took over my dad’s body using the potion I bought from a magic shop so he could get away from his terrible parents. Immediately after he picked up on my hidden crush for my dad and started teasing me about it all the time. Whispering dirty things in my ear using my dad’s raspy voice. Wear almost nothing around the house to show off his body to me whenever he could. And with everyday it got harder and harder to hide my growing lust for him. Finally he managed to tip me over the edge last night by sticking a hand into the bulge of his underwear before shoving that very same hand in my face moments later once it smelled deeply of my dad’s balls. After that I lost it and was sucking him off in the middle of the living room while he watched sports on TV as I finally gave in and started calling him Dad rather than Jason, even referring to him by my dad’s name Bryce from time to time. Then later in the evening, after he’d made me swallow his load and clean off his cock and balls, he made me service the rest of his body as well. That is until he’d recharged and decided to scoop me up before carrying me to his bedroom with a smug look on that stolen mature face of his.

Remembering what happened after that only made my ass throb more than it already did. My ‘Dad’ practically ripped open my clothes and tossed me onto the bed before drilling his dick into me in lord knows how many different positions for what felt like hours. All the while telling me how he was plowing me with the same dick that made me. I know I should’ve hated it but… I didn’t. I loved it. I loved every fucking second. And even as I looked over at him in bed with me, his morning wood pressing against the bed sheets, part of me wanted him to do it all again right then and there. Unfortunately I didn’t think my ass could handle another pounding just yet.

With a sigh I got up out of bed as quietly as possible to not wake my dad up. I tugged on some of my clothes from yesterday and made my way downstairs where I brewed myself a hot cup of coffee. I put some bread in the toaster and waited a couple minutes for it to pop out again before spreading some butter on it and digging in. Having some nice toast in the morning was certainly one way to try and distract myself from my painfully pulsing anus.

My attention however was then turned from my breakfast to a knocking at the door. It was a brisk but loud knock, as if made by someone that didn’t particularly want to be doing it. Regardless I set down made toast, wiped off my hands and marched towards the front door. I groggily opened up and of all the people I thought might’ve been knocking at our door, the man that I saw stood on the other side was the last person I could’ve imagined.

He was a middle aged albeit very handsome man. About average height with a sturdy body that’d definitely seen some time in the gym. He adorned a well trimmed salt and pepper haircut with a short beard that accentuated his somewhat thick mustache. But he wasn’t just any hot older daddy. He was Jason’s fucking dad!“Mr Simmons?”

“Ah. Aaron…” I could tell by the sour look on his face that he wasn’t exactly pleased to see me. “Is your father home? I’d like to speak to him.” He asked in a forcefully polite tone.

I had to stop myself from blushing at the mention of my own dad as my mind couldn’t help flashing back to last night. “Uhh yeah but he’s still in bed right now. Long day at work yesterday and what not…” I lied.

Mr Simmons sighed. “In that case I’ll ask you. It’s about my son. Jason.” He began and already I was trying even harder not to blush at the mention of my best friend turned father. “He’s been missing for over two weeks now and we haven’t found a single trace of him anywhere. It’s driving his mother and I mad. We’d begun to think the stupid boy had just ran off on his own until just the other day I was told someone saw him going into your house the night he disappeared. You wouldn’t know anything about that would you? Boy.” His tone turned threatening very fast.

“N-no. I have no idea where Jason is. All we did was hang out and then I thought he went home. I’ve got no idea where he is.” I expressed, clearly intimidated by the scouting man in front of me. Obviously it was another lie but what else could I say? Oh yeah sorry Mr Simmons but your son took over my dad’s body because you’re such an asshole and a terrible father? Yeah no. Unfortunately the older man didn’t seem pleased with my answer.

“Yeah? Well I think you know more about this than you’re telling me. I know you were the one always filling Jason’s head with all the queer bullshit. Trying to turn him into a faggot like you unlike the Christian man his mother and I have been raising him to be.” And there it was. One huge part of the reason Jason had hated his parents so much. On top of all the abuse and manipulation, they were also homophobic bible thumpers. I still remember Jason telling me how they’d always drag him to church while telling him he’d go to hell if he wasn’t straight and christian like they were. Apparently I was the only person he’d felt comfortable coming out to after all that. “You probably convinced him to run away with a bunch of those disgusting fairies didn’t you.” He continued to accuse, his fists balling up slightly.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel extremely intimidated at that moment. “I already told you. I don’t know where Jason is! He didn’t tell me anything alright! If I did, I promise I would tell you.” Once again bending the truth quite significantly but it was all I could do. Thankfully he seemed to buy it for now.

“Fine.” He relaxed his shoulders slightly, no longer looking as though he was gonna beat the shit out of me. “But if I find out you had anything to do with this…” his scowl was more evident than ever as he poked his finger against my chest. “I’ll make sure your faggot ass gets sent to hell sooner than you think.” And with an angry snuff he backed away before turning to leave, prompting me to let out a huge sigh of relief. Thankful to still be in one piece.

Seconds later I heard a pair of heavy footsteps behind me followed by a familiar set of thick arms wrapping around me. “Who was that?” Bryce, my new and improved dad, asked as he kissed my neck.

“It was your asshole father.”

Bryce immediately looked up to see the man marching away from our house. His former father. Before he took over this body of course. “Jesus… sorry you had to deal with him.” He apologised to me. “Though, this might be weird of me to say but, Mr Simmons is pretty hot now I think about it.” He admitted, knowing I couldn’t exactly judge him for it all things considered. “He’s got a pretty nice ass don't ya think?” As he said that I could already feel his hard cock pressing up against my back.

Naturally I couldn’t help checking out the ass of that bible thumper, still being just close enough for me to get a good view of how well those jeans framed it. “I guess so… I mean he’d probably be super fucking hot if he wasn’t such homophobic piece of shit among other things.” As I’d already admitted to myself, the man was a total daddy stud just like my own dad.

“If only a body like that belonged to someone who actually deserved it…” He murmured in my ear with a grin.

Right away I knew exactly what he was implying. But could I do that?! I mean his dad has quite the reputation around here. Being revered by some of the more radical church goers in the community as the perfect example of what a man should be while being hated by most others for being a complete dickhead. Even a lot of other Christian’s around here didn’t like him for how much he screamed about how the rest of us are gonna go to hell or whatever. Especially when it comes to the LGBTQ community. It was honestly disgusting the way he acted most of the time, even towards his own son. Yet I couldn’t help but agree that because of all that… maybe he didn’t deserve such a hot body.

———

There was a jingle as the door to a familiar magic shop opened up. “So this is where you got that crazy potion from before huh?” Bryce asked as he walked inside first, myself following close behind him. He looked around marvelling at the well decorated shop as his eyes scanned across all sorts of items that would seemingly have some kind of magical property I hidden within them.

“Yup. This is the place. I thought it was all fake when I first came here.” I replied as we made our way towards the front desk. However, the man standing at the desk wasn’t the same guy who’d served me last time. He wore the same strange uniform as the other guy had but it was a slightly older looking man this time. I couldn’t put my finger on it but he had a very ‘high school teacher’ vibe about him with the silver flecked hair and the glasses.

He smiled and ushered us over. “Welcome sirs! What can I help you with!” He asked enthusiastically. “We’ve got all sorts of magical items on sale here. Some are even sample-able!”

At first I assumed this was just another dude that helped run the shop. That is until I saw his name tag. “Simon? The guy who helped me out last time I was here was named Gil. He mentioned you were his boyfriend. When I was here he took a potion that made him huge and hairy to prove the magic was real.” I laughed

“Oh so you’re the customer he did that for eh? If I remember correctly he told me you bought nectar of the bodysnacher. How was it? Get the body you wanted?” He asked curiously.

I shrugged and turned to my dad who was standing behind and motioned towards him. “I dunno you’re gonna have to ask him. He’s the one who used it.” I explained. “He’s actually my best friend Jason. Same age as me. But we used the nectar so he could take over my dad’s body. And if you ask me he’s a better dad than my old one ever was!” I smirked, having fully embraced having a horny dad that wanted to fuck me.

“Woah! Now that’s something.” Simon commented. “Good choice though if I may add.” His eyes ran up and down Bryce’s body. The muscled dad had decided to wear some of his tightest clothes to show off every inch of his form, leaving very little to the imagination when it came to the curves of his muscles and the bulge in his crotch area.

“So what about Gil?” I wondered. “Did that potion finally wear off?”

Simon chuckled a little. “Well… uhhh no actually. It should’ve worn off by now but I’m gonna be honest, I was obsessed with what that muscle bear potion did to him. He’s so thick now that hardly any of his clothes fit and the few that do are skin tight. He’s got that massive jiggling belly and such thick arms and legs. God don’t even get me started on his huge ass. And all that body hair just drives me crazy!” He went on a bit of tangent about every minor detail of Gil’s new bear bod. “Long story short, I might’ve begged him to some more temporary muscle bear potions to extend the effects of it.” He admitted with a slightly embarrassed look. “I was thinking of even asking him to take a permanent one that doesn’t have a time limit hahah…”

“God that sounds hot…” Bryce chirped in, his own stolen cock pressing tightly against his pants as he pictured everything this man was saying.

“Anyway. Sorry. That was slightly unprofessional of me to share all that.” Simon stood up a little straighter and attempted to hide his own boner. “Oh! And speak of the devil!” He added, looking past me and Bryce.

The pair of us turn to see a huge bear of a man appearing from behind one of the aisle. I recognised him right away as the same man that sold me that potion last time I was here. Gilgamesh! And just like Simon had said, that potion certainly hadn’t worn off. He was even now wearing the same clothes as last time except a much bigger size to accommodate his bigger body. He recognised me right away and came up to say hello.

“Hey what’s up! Is this your friend that you told me about?” Gil asked as his eyes scanned Bryce’s body just like Simon’s had.

“Yup! But now I’ve gotta call him Dad.” I went on to explain everything to Gil. Telling him all about how Bryce and I had snuck into my Dad’s room while he was asleep after getting Bryce to drink the nectar and putting a pair of my dad’s used socks. We even ended up telling him about how our relationship had progressed to… new depths since then.

“Well I’m glad to hear everything worked out for the two of you!” Gil said as he went in for a big bear hug. “Sorry. Side effect of the muscle bear potion. Makes me wanna bear hug everyone.” He apologised with a guffaw though I certainly didn’t mind being squeezed against his big belly. “Anyway, as much as I love seeing the aftermath of one of my sales, I get the feeling you’re here for something else.”

Bryce and I shared a glance. “Well you see. There’s a man that lives on our street. Total asshole. Harasses those who don’t go to church. Threatens innocent people that do things he doesn’t agree with. And treated his own son like dirt.” Bryce began using my dad’s gruff voice, knowing he used to be that son before everything changed for the better. “But the thing… despite all that he’s still hot as fuck.”

I took over from there. “So the two of us have decided that someone as horrible as him doesn’t deserve to have such an incredible body and that someone else should be given it instead. So we were hoping you might still have some of that bodysnachers nectar around here?” I wiggled my eyebrows a little at the man who’s name was displayed on the shop sign.

Gil smirked. “Ahhh I see. Well in that case we better go take a look.” He enthusiastically slung a big hairy arm over my shoulder before leading Bryce and I over to the very same aisle he’d taken me to last time. I could see out of the corner of my eye how Bryce was stopping here and there to read the labels and descriptions of certain items. My attention however was swiftly brought back to Gil as the burly man stopped in front of some rather empty looking shelves. “Ahhh yes. A large group of old men came here the other day and bought a bunch of bodysnatcher’s nectar in bulk. They were planning something about sneaking into a college frat house and taking over all the young jocks there I think. They wouldn’t stop talking about wanting to be young dumb and full of… well you get the idea.” He explained nonchalantly. Just the idea of that had me hard as fuck. “But if you’re lucky… there might just be…” Gil stuck his arm down the shelf and reached right towards the back until his meaty hand finally grabbed something. “One left at the back!” He he pulled out one last bodysnatcher’s nectar with a big cheesy grin before handing me the vial.

“Thanks so much Gil! I’ll promise I’ll put those to good use. You can count on that!” I reassured him. “How much do I owe ya again?” I reached into my pocket for some money but as I did the bigger man stopped me.

“It’s on the house this time.” He generously offered. “All I ask in return is that you come back again once you’ve taken your new body so my boyfriend and I can judge for ourselves just how hot this asshole really is.” Gil gave me a reassuring pat on the back. “Besides, judging by how interested your ‘Dad’ is in those spell books, I suspect the two of you’ll be bringing us some more business soon enough.” He gestured over towards Bryce who had his nose deep in one of said spell books.

———

“Do you remember where the spare key is?” I whispered, now stood outside Jason’s old house where both of his religious parents of course still lived. Bryce didn’t say a word. He simply reached up and into the hanging flower basket above my head before pulling out a key. “I’ll take that as a yes.” We discreetly unlocked the front door, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible as we slipped inside.

With how many times Jason had been to my house over the years, I’d never actually been to his. I gotta say though, it’s exactly what I’d imagined. Dull, muted colours. Mundane decorations and furniture. Crosses hung up on half the walls in the house. There was even a huge bible quote on one of the living room walls as if it were a live laugh love sign. And the awkward, blank faced family photos only made it weirder.

“Now you can see why I hated living here.” Bryce stated bluntly. He almost always acted like my dad to an extent but right now he couldn’t help remembering his old life before becoming a dilf and it wasn’t pleasant. “Let’s just get on with this. My parents' room is upstairs.” He hurried us along, ascending the steep staircase.

Before long he led us to a rather large and tidy bedroom. Freshly cleaned sheets, sparkling mirrors, not a single item of clothing lying around. If I had to give Jason’s parents something, they were definitely clean and organised. Not that it was much everything else considered. I didn’t let the cleanliness distract me from the reason we were here though. “So. Where’s your dad’s stuff?”

“Over here.” Bryce took us over to the left side of the bed. There he swiftly yanked open a few of the bedside drawers until he eventually pulled one open filled with men’s socks and underwear. “This is his. Grab something quick. It won’t be long before he’s back from work.”

I reached into the draw and quickly pulled out a pair of white socks with black stripes on them. “And you’re sure your mom isn’t gonna be with him or anything?”

He shook his head. “Nope. She works late on Monday’s. She shouldn’t be back till the late evening. We’ll have hours to do this before she even leaves work.” Bryce explained. “My dad on the other hand should be here any second so you’d better drink that magic stuff now.”

I didn’t argue. Right away I reached into my pocket and pulled out the vial. Nectar of the bodysnatcher. The very same stuff that’d given Bryce the more mature body he flaunted now. I twisted off the lid and without a second thought downed the entire thing. Right away I could feel something strange. It was the magic settling inside my body and waiting to be activated. Once that was done I kicked off my own shoes and socks before tugging on the clean socks belonging to none other than Nolan Simmons.

“Did you feel it?” Bryce asked.

“Feel what?”

“The spark. When you pulled the socks on?”

I had no idea what he was talking about. “Spark? What spark?”

He looked just as confused as me. “A couple weeks back when I pulled on your dad’s socks before taking his body, I felt a weird spark the moment I pulled them on. You’re saying you didn’t-” Bryce cut himself off as suddenly we heard the front door swing open and a familiar voice from downstairs muttering about how his stupid wife hadn’t locked the door before leaving this morning. Well if we needed any more proof that he was an asshole, there it was.

“Shit, shit. Quick! Hide!” I whispered in a panicked voice. We did exactly as we’d planned. Bryce quickly hid behind the bedroom door while I hid in the closet. I feel like there might’ve been some irony there but I was far more distracted by the sound of Mr Simmons’s angry footsteps ascending the stairs. As he did I could only hope everything went according to plan otherwise Bryce and I would probably end up in a jail cell.

Quickly the footsteps reached the top of the stairs before trudging down the hallway and towards the bedroom. Bryce readied himself. Another moment or two passed by and my heart practically skipped a beat when I saw the same man that’d been threatening me this morning enter the room through the cracks in the closet door. He seemed as though he was heading in my direction and immediately I began to think of what a man like that would do if he found me hiding in here. Luckily however, before he could reach the closet, Bryce came out from behind the door before quickly sneaking up on the man and grabbing him from behind without warning! Restraining the man he once called his father as best he could.

“W-WHAT THE!? GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!” Mr Simmons shouted in a blaze of shock and panic. “LET GO OF ME YOU-GRAHH!” His protest was interrupted as James forced his former father to the ground. Nolan Simmons might’ve been strong but my dad was pretty strong in his own right. Strong enough to overpower Nolan in a surprise situation like this. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!? WHO ARE YOU?!” He continued to scream and shout, not being able to get a proper look at the man that was holding him down.

“Stop struggling asshole. Just give in and soon you’ll feel soooo much better.” Bryce cooed into the protesting man’s ear.

Nolan's eyes went wide. He recognised that voice. The voice of a man he once had a close friendship with that was eventually ripped apart. All because their sons began hanging out and ‘encouraging each other to be queer’ as Nolan put it. “Hold on…Bryce??”

“You’re half right.” I cut the struggling man off as I stepped out from my hiding spot. “You know when you came to my house this morning asking about Jason? Well. I lied. I know exactly where your son is.” I took a few steps closer until I was stood looking down at the very same man that’d seemed so intimidating to me not so long ago. “He’s right there, holding you down.” I said bluntly, causing Mr Simmon’s face to twist in confusion. “I’ve gotta say he makes a much more loving father than you and my former dad combined.” I taunted.

The bible thumper could hardly believe or even understand what he was hearing so instead he resorted to throwing a slurry of homophobic slurs at the two of us. All the while trying in vain to kick his way out of Bryce’s grip. Usually hearing those kinds of hurtful words would’ve pissed both of us off but right now, knowing what was to come for this man, we couldn’t help but pity him. Even if he didn’t deserve it.

“Lift him up a little for me would you dad?. I’ve gotta kiss him to activate the magic, remember?” I asked.

Bryce smirked, adjusting his position a little before carefully maneuvering himself and the other man until Nolan was on his knees with his arms restrained and his ankles pinned. Unable to move. “How’s that?”

“Perfect.” I said while getting a better look at the body before me. That handsome face that seemed so masculine yet somewhat adorable at the same time. Those pecs pressing tightly against his shirt. That noticeable bulge in his work pants. And so sooo much more. And Nolan didn’t deserve a single bit of it. But I did. Then much to the man’s disgust, I stripped off all my clothes in a blink of an eye leaving only the pair of stolen socks on my feet. Standing proud with a victorious look on my face as I let my average dick swing free infront a homophobe.

Part of me wanted to bask in the moment a little more but I was far too eager to get this underway. And so I quickly got down onto my knees and before Nolan could do anything to stop me, I pressed my lips hard against his. He tried to recoil but he couldn’t go far. I had him… or at least I thought I did. I kissed him for a good 10 seconds or so and nothing happened to the point where I eventually found myself pulling away.

“W-what?” I muttered, not understanding why it hadn’t worked. At the same time Nolan took the opportunity to spit at me and shout even more slurs. Even angrier than before as he called us before disgusting perverts. I asked Bryce and he didn’t seem to have any idea either… that is until I remembered what he’d said earlier just after I’d pulled on the socks. “Wait… no spark.” I mumbled. That’s when it hit me. Step 2 of getting the nectar to work was wearing a recently worn article of clothing. These socks were washed and put away unlike the dirty pair of socks Bryce used when he took over my Dad.

“What is it Aaron?! Why didn’t it work?” Bryce asked, starting to get a little worried as they didn’t really have a backup plan.

“I think I know.” I pulled off the fresh socks I’d stolen before walking around and behind to two men. “Just keep him still. I’m gonna try something.” I crouched down and shuffled between Bryce’s legs a little until I had easy access to Nolan’s large brown loafers. Against his wishes I slipped his shoes off and put them to one side, finding it hard to ignore the strong scent that came with them. Unleashing those large socked feet. “If these don’t work then nothing will.” I stated before gripping the sweaty black socks and pulling them off Nolan’s feet one at a time. And I knew I probably shouldn’t since I criticised Bryce for doing it before but I couldn’t help giving the pungent socks a quick sniff. With that I made my way back around in front of them.

“What!? You wanna huff on my socks now you disgusting cock sucker!?!” Nolan yelled.

I took the large pair of socks and began tugging them on. “Oh I want a whole lot more than that.” Just then, as I pulled the second sock on, I felt it. The spark. Coursing through my body. My confidence that’d been wavering momentarily then rushed back in full stride. “I want to touch, smell and see your body wherever I go. I want to turn your homophobic ass into homo this side of the earth. I want… you.” There was an almost crazed look in my eyes that even spooked Bryce a little as I grabbed the sides of Nolan’s head. “And now. You’re going to be all mine.” And with that I slammed my lips against his with even more passion than before. Feeling his thick mustache forced to rub against my upper lips while he groaned in protest through the kiss, unable to stop me.

His groans of protest would quickly turn to grunts of fears as the magic began to activate. It seemed all I needed was a more recently worn pair of socks as now our lips were stuck together and impossible to part. Seeing that the process had begun, Bryce let go of his father and the first thing the panicking man tried to do was pull away from me. But to no avail. Because of this Nolan began freaking out! Forcing both of us up to our feet before stumbling around the room. For a second Bryce looked as though he was about to step in again until I used all my strength to push Nolan onto the bed causing him to fall back onto the soft sheets with my naked body on top of him. And before he had another chance to move I wrapped my arms and legs around him tight.

Nolan made every effort to break free but I’d latched on tight and wasn’t about to let go. Before he could fight against me any further though, the most delightful sensation imaginable passed over my entire being causing me to let out an involuntary moan into the kiss. And to my surprise Nolan made a similar groan. His eyes had begun to roll back slightly as I could only imagine a similar sensation had overtaken him. If anything he must’ve been in even more ecstasy than I was judging by how his thick rod had begun to harden in his pants, causing his bulge to rub up against me. But through all the grunts and groans I could tell he still wanted to fight but the pleasure that ran through him was draining any strength he might’ve had to fight back against me. Before long Nolan's body couldn’t help but give in to me and before long, the next phase was underway.

It’d been one thing seeing Jason disappear inside my dad’s body but actually feeling my own body and limbs begin to get sucked inside Nolan’s large muscular frame was something else entirely! My hands were one of the first things to go, phasing through his shirt and into his back as I still had my arms wrapped around him. My legs then began naturally aligning themselves with Nolan’s bulky ones before slowly sinking in. The feeling was beyond anything I’d ever imagined. Even as my torso began to lower itself into the older man’s frame, there wasn’t even an ounce of pain. Nothing but pure bliss as my entire form went completely numb! I rubbed my crotch against his as much as I possibly could before that too phased through the man’s pants and was pulled down into his body.

Soon enough my arms, legs, ass and cock had all disappeared, pulled inside Nolan’s body much to his distain. Honestly I was surprised he hadn’t gone delirious from the raw amount of satisfaction the magic seemed to bring. Yet somehow he regained some semblance of awareness only to be horrified seeing my torso sinking into his. He practically screamed into the kiss as our eyes were forced to meet. His eyes were darting all over frantically, trying to move his body but feeling too weak to do anything. It was too late anyway as I could feel my face drawing nearer to his as even that was being pulled down at last along with the rest of my head. Before long my vision completely blanked out…

After that Nolan regained full control of his body to an extent. “N-NO! Get out of meeee! Gahhhh!…” he yelled and grunted, feeling my presence inside of his body. But despite his best efforts he couldn’t fight against me nor could he stop his cock from getting unbearably hard. He practically begged Bryce to help him but the idle man did nothing but watch in satisfaction, finally getting to see his horrible father get exactly what he deserved. “Y-you’re demons! Both of you! Unholy demons!!” He claimed while writhing around on the bed, struggling to control himself. He tried to get up from the bed but his cock pulsed even harder, threatening to burst out of his pants at any moment. His balls swelling up fatter than ever before as they prepared to unload every ounce of his free will. “Nooooo… I can’t… I-Urrghhh…” He grabbed at his crotch uncontrollably, mouth hanging open with the overflow of stimulation being forced through it until finally… “FUUUUCKKKKK GRAHHHHHhhhhhhhuuuhh…” What started as a massive roar of protest slowly faded as Nolan blew the fattest load of his life. A massive dark spot forming over his bulge as he flooded his pants with cum.

The second Nolan spilled his ball batter, I found myself being hurled into the driver’s seat. Right away I was hit with the tail end of the orgasm and couldn’t help grinning. Feeling my new fat cock buck as it squirted a few final ropes of dad nut into my already sticky pants. “Ohh yeahhhhh…” I let out a huge sigh of relief knowing that I’d won. Even as the cum soaked into my new work pants, I could feel Nolan soul being absorbed by my own. Feeling every memory and personality trait of his slowly became accessible to me as I became the one and only Nolan Simmons.

“How do you feel Nolan?” Bryce moved closer towards the bed, knowing now that the man he’d once hated was gone for good. Replaced by someone far superior. Me.

I grumbled a little, holding my head before slowly sitting up. I glanced down at myself, seeing the thick muscle I now adorned still hidden underneath Nolan’s clothes. I even had on the same black socks that I’d stolen from him again. Back on the feet they were meant for. I flexed my arms a little, feeling my biceps strain against my shirt before bringing my hands to my chest so I could feel juicy pecs that sat upon it. God feeling this kind of bulk on another man was one thing but feeling it on myself was a whole other level of euphoric. Feeling the power that now flowed through my bigger and stronger body with every movement I made. “I feel fucking fantastic Bryce.” I replied while running a hand over my wet bulge.

Slowly I pushed myself up off the bed, my new larger feet touching the ground for the first time. I wobbled a little at first, not used to my new weight, but I quickly adjusted. Bryce simply stood back and allowed me to explore myself for a moment. Watching on as I made my way towards the circular mirror sat on the dresser. And what I saw made me feel a whole flurry of emotions. Staring back at me was the same handsome face that’d been screaming obscenities at us not moments prior. The piercing eyes belonging to the homophobe that made Jason’s life a living hell for so many years. The salt and pepper hair along with this beard and mustache that were trademarks of a man that embodied all the worst parts of the christian community. But I was none of those things. I might’ve stolen his dashing looks and gorgeous body but I was a proud gay man and an ally to all others in the LGBTQ community. Something the old Nolan would’ve despised being. But what he wanted didn’t matter because I was Nolan now and I plan on putting a hot ass body like this to far better use.

Not being able to resist the temptation, I pulled off my new shirt before tossing it at Bryce so I could finally get a better look at what I was working with and I certainly wasn’t disappointed. Though he kept in very good shape, the old Nolan wasn’t one to show off his physique all that often so I’d never had the luxury of seeing him shirtless before. But if anything that only made this moment sweeter as I freed my new pecs from their prison and began groping them to my hearts content. Adoring how squishy they were but so firm when I flexed them. Admiring the dusting of chest hair that spread across them. I was only able to pull my hands away from my chest when the desire to flex my biceps again grew too strong to ignore.

Once I was satisfied with the admiration I’d given to my broad upper body (for now), my gaze couldn’t help shifting towards my lower half. A toothy grin spread across my face that seemed extremely out of character for this face as I unhooked my belt and undid pants. I could feel Bryce's eyes watching intently and I yanked down both my pants and cum soaked underwear at the same time, allowing my still half hard cock to spring out. And what a cock it was. It’s length was about average sitting at around 6 inches but god the girth! It was one of the thickest chicks I’d ever seen from the base all the way up to its fat mushroom head which was still drooling cum. And it was mine along with the heavy set of balls that came with it. No wonder Nolan always acted like a hard ass with a pair of bull nuts this big to inflate his ego.

I went on to admire my legs a little after getting over the initial shock that came with my new still twitching dick. Running my hands along my sizeable quads before giving my bulky calves a squeeze. But by far what stole the show was my hot muscle dad ass. We’d already gotten a good idea of how big it was by how its shape was still visible even through some of Nolan’s baggiest pants. But now we got the full show. Nolan’s thick cheeks on full display. And naturally it didn’t take long for me to start squeezing and jiggling them to your delight. Though, considering how the rest of my body had a decent coating of hair, I was surprised to feel how smooth my new ass was.

“You havin fun over there…” Bryce commented, prompting me to turn my attention to him for a moment. When I did I noticed he’d at some point whipped out his own dick as was slowly jerking it to the display I’d been putting on. I guess deep down we were both hot for daddy. Our own daddies at that.

“I’ll be having even more fun when I get this tight virgin hole of mine stretched.” I paced over towards Bryce, giving him a truly affectionate look that he doubt he’d ever seen on his fathers face before. “So how’s about you get in the bed and get your cock ready for me.” I commanded, allowing Nolan’s somewhat dominant nature to seep through.

I didn't need to ask him twice. In a flash Bryce was completely naked, showing off his hairy body once again, before practicing leaping onto the bed with his hands behind his head and his cock standing tall and ready. Now this was a sight. Two best friends stealing the body of each other’s dad only to wanna fuck one another immediately after. In Nolan’s case I suppose it was somewhat poetic justice for everything that he did and said. But it didn’t really matter because the only Nolan left around here was me.

With a lustful smirk I sauntered my way towards the bed before crawling on top of Bryce. Allowing my brand new dad ass to hover gently above his cock as we stared into each other’s eyes. Completely lost in the fantasy of it all until I lent down and pushed my lips against his. It was probably the first time these lips had ever kissed another man willingly but it certainly wouldn’t be the last as I felt our beards gently rubbing together while our kiss deepened. As it did I slowly lowered my ass until Bryce’s throbbing cock was massaging my entrance.

It was then that I broke the kiss and pinned Bryce down with my newfound strength. “Now. I’d say it’s about time we use that big dad dick of yours son to fill your old man’s needy hole.” I sneered down at him, letting him know exactly how I felt all those times he used my dad’s voice to call me son. And by the way his dick began lathering my ass with precum moments later, I could only assume he enjoyed it. However I didn’t let him waste too much of his precious seed before reaching back and grabbing his cock, aligning it perfectly with my hole. “Now gimme that dick!” I roared before lowering myself onto the rod with a deep and guttural moan.

Right away I got to work. Bouncing up and down on that dick as best I could while holding Bryce down. It was intense to say the least. With an asshole this tight I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t quite painful at first but I was willing to push through it if it meant being able to take cock even better with this formerly straight christian ass in the future. At times I moaned my own dad’s name, Bryce, while at other times moaning his original name, Jason, in an attempt to fulfil both our fantasies at once. But as I was slowly able to force more and more of his dick inside me, I eventually stopped calling him Jason all together and decided just to stick to Bryce. Because that’s who he was now. My boyfriend Bryce. Another dad that lives across the street from me. Nolan. A former homophobe turned gay power bottom. Aaron and Jason were simply the names of our two sons who ran off together and memories of them would soon fade into obscurity.

At multiple points I could tell Bryce was eager to flip up over and do the fucking himself but I refused to let him. I might’ve been the one getting fucked here but I was still the one in charge. Whether he liked it or not he was gonna stay put and be my personal fuck pole until I was nice and full. And between all the kissing, touching and dirty talking, I could tell that time was starting to grow near. His balls prepared themselves for the tsunami that was bound to come at this rate.

Feeling this only served to drive me further onwards. Making sure to grind my thick dad butt all the way down to the base. Honestly I didn’t think I’d be able to do it on this body’s first time taking dick but lo and behold I pulled it off. It was painful but boy, just the feeling of filling this new ass of mine completely with cock released an almost incomparable amount of dopamine in my brain. The only thoughts running through my mind were ‘dick’ and ‘cum’ as the levels of joy I was feeling almost matched the pleasure I got from hearing Bryce’s moans echoing through the household. Moans that only continued to get louder and needier until finally I got exactly what I wanted.

The man below me tensed up as his cock began to spasm inside me. I didn’t need three guesses to know what that meant. Especially when I felt his thick hot seed coating my insides while I drained Bryce’s balls to the last drop. Watching as he writhed in pleasure beneath me while unloading buckets worth of cum inside. Seeing his hands grip the bed sheets as his former father pressed his ass down on it a couple more times. Continuing to bounce on his cock until he begged me to stop due to how sensitive it was. Eventually, when I felt as though his cock had nothing left to give me, I adhered to his pleas and released his cock from my asshole’s tight grip.

“Better get used to that babe. From now on I plan on making you drain at least one load into me everyday. This new ass of mine is hungry.” I grinned deviously at him before kissing along his neck, feeling my new mustache rub against his skin. “Your dad was wasting it for so long so I’m gonna make up for all the years he neglected this beautiful ass.” My face moved closer to the hairy pit under his arm. “Mmmm now it’s time for papa to get a good taste of that!” I stated before shoving my nose deep into one of his sweaty armpits and inhaling the gorgeous post sex scent they exuded. I couldn’t help but notice how they smelt subtly different now that I was sniffing them with a different nose. Regardless, they still smelt just delicious. So much so that before long I was running my tongue along his pits greedily to lap up the sweat.

“Do you think… we should head back… to my place before… your wife gets home.” Bryce said between labored breaths.

“I suppose so.” I agreed. “Let me just finish cleaning off your pits. Then we can grab some of my clothes and get out of here.” I added before lapping up more of that delicious salty sweat his hairy pits produced.

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It’d been roughly three weeks since that day. After we left Nolan's house that day, we hardly ever went back. We took everything of Nolan’s that I might need and brought them back to our place where we stayed after that. Of course my new Wife was furious when I said I was leaving her for Bryce but there wasn’t shit she could do about it. I even told her all about the furious gay sex we had and how he satisfied me more than she ever could by filling me up with cum. It might sound harsh but she wasn’t much better of a parent than the old Nolan so it was karma really. After that she was quick to file for a divorce which I was happy to sign upon being given the papers.

Now Bryce and I live happily together. We both worked pretty much the same jobs our dad’s did before which wasn’t all that hard with their memories. We even went to the gym together which was incredibly fun. However the best part was always getting home and taking off our sweaty clothes so we could swap 'em and sniff each other’s damp, pungent gym clothes. While I usually went for the pouch on his underwear first, my ass sweat must’ve smelt particularly good to him as he always went for the back of my underwear first.

This was then almost always followed up by some hot steamy dad sex. I would always make him bust a load in my hole first but if the prostate stimulation wasn’t enough to make me blow my own nut then we’d flip and I’d fuck his ass relentlessly until he was just as full of cum as I was. Regardless it would seem the power dynamic there had certainly shifted in my favour which I wasn’t gonna complain about.

Besides that however we were already living happier lives than we ever had before. The only bad thing about it all was all the questions people would ask and the odd looks thrown our way for this sudden change in our behaviour. Because of this I suggested to Bryce about looking for a new place to start our lives fresh elsewhere. Somewhere that we wouldn’t already be known by the community. Somewhere we can just be Bryce and Nolan, the hot horny couple of dad’s in the neighborhood. Bryce seemed to like that idea so now we’re looking online for places to move to.

The only hiccup in that plan was that we didn’t want to move too far from Gil’s magic shop. We went back after I became Nolan and Gil himself seemed very impressed with the new form I’d taken. After explaining our moving situation however, he told us not to worry about it. Apparently there were a bunch more Gil’s magic shops all around the world. According to him all of them are connected and every single one has a door portal that brings them to the same place. So regardless of where we move we’ll likely still be able to visit. As confusing as that was, I kinda understood.

With that though, Bryce and I were just excited to begin this new chapter together. And perhaps even spice things up from time to time by purchasing a few more items from Gil’s shop. Regardless I was sure that from this point on, our lives were going to be perfect…

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barelytolerabled · 5 months

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Speeding Hearts part 2

lando norris x fem!driverReader

summary: you and your best friend, Pierre Gasly, had the same dream. but now that you're living it together you start to want something else, someone else.

WC: 3k333

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The morning light gently filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the hotel room. As the world slowly stirred awake, you found yourself already up, the excitement of the day ahead pulling you from slumber. Pierre, still lost in dreams, slept peacefully in the bed, undisturbed by the early morning.

Quietly moving about the room, you got ready for the day, ensuring not to wake your peacefully sleeping friend. Just as you put the finishing touches, a faint knock on the door interrupted the calm.

Carefully tiptoeing to the door, you cautiously opened it to find Lando standing outside, a bright smile on his face. "Good morning! Ready for breakfast?" he greeted, not aware of the sleeping figure in the room.

Nodding softly, you replied in a whisper, "Just a moment, let me grab my purse."

Lando chuckled softly, slightly amused by the whispered exchange, but his amusement faded into slight confusion when he glanced past you and saw Pierre sleeping soundly in the double bed. The realization of the situation dawned on Lando, his eyebrows raised in puzzled surprise, but he tactfully said nothing, not wanting to intrude or make assumptions.

When you reappeared, ready to head out, Lando greeted you with a warm smile and offered his arm in a gentlemanly gesture. You smiled back appreciatively, silently grateful for his discretion. Together, you left the room, leaving Pierre undisturbed in his peaceful slumber.

Seated in the hotel cafeteria, you and Lando navigated through breakfast, exchanging light banter and discovering shared quirks. It turned out both of you were picky eaters, sparking a conversation about your culinary preferences.

"So, what's your go-to breakfast?" Lando asked, sipping his coffee.

You chuckled, "I'm a simple cereal person. Nothing too fancy."

"Ah, a classic choice," Lando grinned. "I'm more of a toast and jam kind of guy myself."

As the conversation flowed, you learned about Lando's racing journey, his interests outside of Formula One, and the nuances that made him uniquely Lando Norris. It felt like you were getting to know a friend, someone who shared not only the racing track but also the quirks and nuances of everyday life.

However, there lingered a curiosity in Lando's eyes, a question he hesitated to ask. Sensing the unspoken inquiry, you met his gaze, a silent acknowledgment between newfound friends. The topic of Pierre hung in the air, unspoken but present.

Lando decided to shift the conversation, "So, do you have any pre-race rituals or superstitions?

You chuckled, "Well, Pierre and I have this thing where we exchange a good luck gesture before every race. It's been a tradition since our karting days."

Lando smiled, seemingly satisfied with the answer. He knew there was more to discover about the dynamics between you and Pierre, but for now, he respected the budding friendship and decided to let time unravel the layers naturally.

As the breakfast conversation continued, the camaraderie between you and Lando deepened, setting the foundation for a friendship that promised shared laughter and maybe some challenges.

The conversation between you and Lando continued, the light banter creating a comfortable atmosphere. Lando, perhaps fueled by a spontaneous impulse, finally decided to address the lingering curiosity.

"So," he began, trying to sound casual, "you got anyone at home?"

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming. "Planning on asking me out if I say I'm single?"

Lando, caught off guard, chuckled nervously, "Well, aren't we currently out?"

You couldn't help but laugh, nodding in agreement. "True, true. I guess breakfast is still a form of you taking me out."

He grinned, "So?"

Before you could respond, the door to the cafeteria swung open, and a slightly panicked Pierre entered. "You scared me! I fell asleep with you, and you're not there anymore when I woke up."

You exchanged a glance with Lando, suppressing a smile. Pierre, oblivious to the playful banter, seemed genuinely relieved to find you safe and sound.

Lando, seizing the opportunity to diffuse any tension, chimed in, "Don't worry, mate. I just borrowed her for a quick breakfast. No harm done."

Pierre, realizing the lighthearted nature of the situation, joined in the laughter. "Alright, alright. Just give me a heads up next time."

In the bustling atmosphere of the Alpine garage, as you and Pierre prepared for the upcoming session, Lando, with a sly smile, approached Charles Leclerc. Attempting to maintain an air of casual nonchalance, he casually inquired, "So, Charles, I was wondering... Is Pierre’s teammate seeing someone?"

Charles, perceptive as ever, arched an eyebrow. "Why the sudden interest in her, Lando?"

Lando shrugged, feigning nonchalance, "Just curious, you know. She's cool, and I thought maybe..."

Charles interrupted with a laugh, "Maybe you're thinking of asking her out?"

Caught off guard, Lando stammered, "Well, I mean, if she's single and all..."

Charles chuckled, "Relax, mate. Her and Pierre are just friends. They go way back."

Lando's eyes widened in realization, "Wait, really? They're not... together?"

Charles shook his head, "Nope, just good friends. But I'd be careful if I were you. Pierre is quite protective of her."

Lando, unable to shake off his suspicions, continued to observe the interactions between you and Pierre in the Alpine garage. As he watched the two of you work seamlessly together, a perplexed expression on his face, he approached Charles once again, this time a bit more insistent.

"But seriously, Charles, they even sleep in the same bed? How is that purely platonic?"

Charles, amused by Lando's persistent curiosity, let out a hearty laugh. "Mate, not everyone shares your romantic inclinations. They're like siblings. It's a friendship that runs deep, and sometimes, people are just comfortable being close without anything romantic going on."

Lando, still trying to wrap his head around the concept, mused, "I guess I'm just not used to that level of friendship. It's a bit strange, isn't it?"

Charles patted Lando on the back, offering a reassuring smile. "Different strokes for different folks, my friend. Just enjoy the diversity in the paddock, and you'll get used to it.

A subtle doubt lingered in the back of his mind. Could he realistically pursue something with you knowing that you shared a bed with your best friend? The thought, like a persistent whisper, nagged at him. Only one way to know.

Charles, unable to resist the opportunity to tease you, approached with a knowing smile. "What did you do to the poor boy, mmh?"

You rolled your eyes playfully, "What are you talking about, Charles?"

He chuckled, "Lando's on a mission to win over Pierre. You know how pissed Pierre could be, right? We've been there before, chérie."

A mischievous grin played on Charles' face as he referred to the teenage years when he had a crush on you, and Pierre, your steadfast best friend, had promptly rejected him. The memories of those youthful antics added a layer of nostalgia to the current situation.

You couldn't help but laugh, "Oh, please. Lando is just trying to be friendly. Pierre knows we're just friends."

Charles raised an eyebrow, "Just friends, huh? Well, we'll see how this plays out. It's always interesting when emotions mix with the adrenaline of the racetrack."

Charles, still wearing a sly grin, continued the playful banter. "Well, if Lando manages to win over Pierre, he'll be a legend in the Formula One dating game."

You shot back, a twinkle in your eye, "Let's imagine you're right. Maybe Lando will be a real man and not care what Pierre thinks, unlike you when we were younger, Cha."

Charles feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart, "Ouch, chérie. Bringing up ancient history, are we? I'll have you know I've matured into a charming gentleman now."

You smirked, "Sure, Charles. Charming as ever."

Charles, ever the provocateur, continued with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, I must say, all the men seem to be vying for your attention these days."

You quirked an eyebrow, playing along, "Oh, do they? I hadn't noticed."

Charles laughed, "Come on, you can't deny that you've got the attention of the paddock."

With a smirk, you shot back, "Well, Charles, the only man I care about is Pierre. The rest can keep their attention to themselves."

Charles raised his hands in mock surrender, "Alright, alright. Pierre's the chosen one. But if you ever get tired of that single-man devotion, you know where to find me."

Charles, turning back after he started to walk away, leaned in and whispered, "Oh and I had a little chat with Lando. Set him straight about you and Pierre."

You raised an eyebrow, "And what did you tell him?"

A smirk played on Charles' lips as he responded, "Informed him that you and Pierre are just friends. But, you know, since you're looking for a 'real man' who doesn't care about Pierre's opinion, I might just have to try my luck again."

You couldn't help but laugh at the playful persistence. "Charles, you never give up, do you?"

He winked, "Persistence is a virtue, chérie. Who knows, maybe this time will be different."

Pierre, appearing seemingly out of nowhere, wrapped his arms around both you and Charles, a protective gesture that spoke volumes. He gave Charles a playful shake, a stern expression on his face. "Charles, don't tell me you're bothering her again. Don't you remember what happened last time?"

Charles, caught off guard, looked at you, and you met his gaze with a knowing smile. Without missing a beat, he replied, "What if I am?"

You leaned into Pierre's side, a playful air surrounding the trio. "Oh, come on, Pierre. Charles is just being Charles.”

Pierre's eyebrows shot up in mock disbelief, "You're incorrigible, Charles. Just remember, I'll always be here to keep you in check."

You sighed, playfully testing the waters. "What if I want to go out with Charles, Pierre?"

Pierre, not missing a beat, pulled you closer, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "You don't need him. You have me."

You laughed at his response, appreciating the humor. "Well, aren't I lucky?"

Pierre grinned, "Damn right, you are."

As the banter settled, you declared, "Alright, enough of this. It's time for the third free practice. Focus, boys."

Pierre and Charles exchanged a glance before breaking into laughter, the easy camaraderie of your friendship echoing through the paddock. With a final teasing remark, you led the way to the track.

As the anticipation built up in the pit, you and Pierre focused on the task at hand, qualifying for the race. The air buzzed with excitement as the engines roared to life, signaling the beginning of a crucial session.

You and Pierre exchanged a knowing glance before executing your pre-qualifying ritual.

With the ritual complete, you and Pierre revved up the engines and headed out onto the track, pushing your respective cars to the limit. The circuit came alive with the sound of roaring engines and screeching tires as the drivers vied for the best positions on the grid.

When the dust settled, you secured a commendable 10th position, while Pierre landed just ahead at 9th. The satisfaction of a successful qualifying session was evident as you both returned to the garage.

Pierre grinned, "Not bad, mon ange. P9 and P10 – we're in a good position for the race."

You nodded, the thrill of a successful qualification coursing through you. "Let's turn this into a strong race tomorrow."

The team gathered around, discussing strategy and fine-tuning the cars for the upcoming challenge.

As Pierre headed off for dinner with Charles, you found yourself standing in front of your hotel room, contemplating the evening ahead. A spontaneous idea struck you, and you walked a few rooms away to Lando's door.

Lando greeted you with a wide smile as he opened the door. "Hey there! What brings you to my humble abode?"

You chuckled, "Well, Pierre is not around tonight, and I was thinking maybe we could grab dinner together."

Lando's eyes lit up, "Absolutely! I'd love to. Come on in."

The two of you headed out to a nearby restaurant, sharing stories and laughter over a casual dinner. The evening unfolded with a mix of camaraderie and newfound friendship, offering a pleasant contrast to the usual dynamics in the fast-paced world of Formula One.

As you and Lando walked to the restaurant, there was a casual ease in the way your arm rested around his. The evening air carried a sense of camaraderie, and the prospect of a relaxed dinner provided a welcomed break from the intensity of the racing world.

Entering the first restaurant you spotted, you opted for a cozy spot where you could sit facing each other. The ambiance was warm, and the soft glow of the lights created a tranquil atmosphere.

Deciding to unwind a bit, you suggested ordering a bottle of wine to accompany dinner. Tomorrow marked your first race, and the stress that accompanied it was tangible. A glass of wine seemed like the perfect way to ease the tension and enjoy the evening.

As the waiter brought the wine to the table, you raised your glass, offering a toast to the upcoming race. The clink of glasses echoed through the restaurant, and with each sip, the conversation flowed, weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and laughter.

As the dinner progressed and the wine worked its magic, a playful mood settled over the table. Feeling a bit lightheaded, you decided to inject some teasing into the evening. Casually, under the table, your foot found its way to Lando's, engaging in a subtle game of footsie.

Lando, catching on to the mischief, shot you a smirk across the table. "Getting a bit bold, aren't we?"

You chuckled, "Just adding a touch of excitement to the evening. It's not every day we get to relax like this."

As the evening unfolded, the playful teasing escalated. With a mischievous glint in your eye, your foot ventured further up Lando's leg under the table. The wine-induced boldness seemed to amplify the shared amusement between you two.

Lando, a mix of surprise and amusement, tried to maintain composure. "Alright, you're taking this to a whole new level."

You couldn't help but giggle, "Just adding a bit of thrill to our dinner. Racing isn't the only thing I can be competitive at."

The playful banter and discreet footsie became a shared secret, a moment of laughter and connection that lingered in the air.

Feeling the effects of the wine, Lando decided it was time to call it a night. As you both prepared to leave, you couldn't resist a final tease, asking if he didn't enjoy your touch.

Lando, with a charming smile, replied, "It's not about that. I just think you're not in your right mind tonight."

You scoffed, adding a playful jab, "Charles seemed to think you liked me, but I guess that was a misunderstanding if you don't want me to touch you. Maybe I should entertain his advances then."

Lando's smile faltered, confusion replacing amusement. "Wait, what are you talking about?”

With a sly grin, you informed him, "Charles is ready to do whatever he wants to me, no matter what Pierre might think." Without waiting for a response, you got up, a mix of frustration and playful defiance in your stride, and headed toward the exit, leaving Lando behind to ponder the unexpected turn of the evening.

Feeling the cold air hit you as you stepped out of the restaurant, a wave of clarity washed over you, and regret settled in. "What the hell did you just do?" The realization of your actions during dinner hit you hard.

Suddenly, you felt warmth enveloping your shoulders. Lando had placed his jacket around you, a silent gesture of comfort. In the midst of the chilly night, neither of you spoke. Instead, you instinctively buried your face in his neck, expressing your regret and apologies.

"Why are you sorry?" Lando's voice was gentle, breaking the silence.

You mumbled into his jacket, "I acted like a perv at dinner. It's just... it's been so long since I did anything with a man."

Surprised, Lando questioned, "How come? You could have anyone."

Your voice was soft and tinged with frustration, "It's hard with Pierre's protectiveness."

Lando's inquiries persisted, seeking clarity in the midst of your shared vulnerability. "How long?" His voice was gentle, probing gently for understanding.

Confused at first, you soon comprehended his question. "Oh, how long since... sex?" you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper. "A few months," you admitted quietly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability.

Apologies tumbled out of you once again as you attempted to explain your actions, the wine-induced boldness, and the desire for a carefree night without Pierre's watchful presence.

But before you could continue, Lando interrupted gently, "Stop apologizing. I'd love to make love to you, but tonight isn't the night." His voice was tender yet firm, expressing a longing and desire that had simmered beneath the surface.

He explained further, a raw honesty coloring his words, "I want to own you, to have you as mine and only mine, but not when you're a bit drunk."

Tears welled up in your eyes, frustration and disappointment intertwining as you struggled to process the conflicting emotions. "I just... I thought tonight would be different. I thought I could have a good night without worrying about everything and everyone," you admitted, the vulnerability in your voice laid bare.

Lando's expression softened, a mixture of understanding and concern. "I know, and I'm sorry if I've let you down. It's not about not wanting you; it's just not the right moment. You deserve more than a hasty decision made in the heat of the moment."

You sniffled, trying to compose yourself. "I know you're not being mean, but it hurts. I thought... I thought tonight could be about me, just for once."

Lando gently lifted your chin, meeting your gaze. "It can be about you, but let's make sure it's the right way. I want it to be special, not clouded by too much wine or emotions. You deserve that."

Lando, sensing the need for a shift in the evening's atmosphere, suggested, "What about a good movie? Something to take our minds off things for a bit?"

Sniffing away the remnants of your tears, you nodded appreciatively. "Yeah, a movie sounds nice."

Together, you walked back to the hotel, the night air now carrying a different tone – one of shared understanding. In Lando's room, the soft glow of the TV screen illuminated the space, creating a cozy setting for the impromptu movie night.

The movie cast a warm glow in the room, and as its credits rolled, a quiet comfort settled between you and Lando. The weight of unspoken desires and the tangled emotions of the night seemed to dissipate.

Feeling a sense of camaraderie, you curled up on the bed, finding an unexpected solace in the company of Lando. The dim light illuminated the room as the hushed whispers of the night surrounded you.

As sleep gently claimed you both, a peaceful tranquility settled in, anchoring you in the shared moments of the evening.

Coucou chérie, Pierre a un peu trop profité de la soirée je le garde cette nuit, repose-toi bien bisous❤️

hi honey it’s charles, pierre drunk a bit too much im keeping him tonight, rest well xoxo❤️

Je viens de rentrer t’es où?

just got back, where are you?

That’s not fun answer your phone please

#charles leclerc #lando norris #lando norris x reader #f1 #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #pierre gasly #lando x reader

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mcflymemes · 4 months

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PROMPTS FROM SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS * some of my favorite quotes from the show, adjust as necessary

his chops are too righteous!

it’s evil. it’s diabolical. it’s lemon scented!

lord knows i’ve tried.

two words. na. chos.

yeah, i get called that a lot.

it's just a cruel reminder that i'm single and likely to remain that way forever.

what doesn't kill you usually succeeds in the second attempt.

stupidity isn't a virus, but it sure is spreading like one.

goodbye everyone, i’ll remember you all in therapy.

don't you have to be stupid somewhere else?

i used to have a kidney stone. everything passes eventually.

you can't fool me. i listen to public radio!

stop it, [name], you're scaring him!

do instruments of torture count?

give to the children's fund? what have the children ever done for me?

this is not your average, everyday darkness. this is... advanced darkness.

what's better than serving up smiles?

i guess i'm not wearing any pants today.

did you smell it? that smell. a kind of smelly smell. the smelly smell that smells… smelly.

wake me up when i care.

look at all the hip, young people eating salads!

he was so ugly that everyone died.

the best time to wear a striped sweater is all the time!

well, the way i see it, there are three possibilites.

hibernation is the opposite of beauty sleep.

that’s it mister! you just lost your brain privileges!

good people don’t rip other people’s arms off.

well, we lost our car again.

pull your pants up. we’re going home.

you were right. fighting is for children.

i’m a good noodle!

remember, licking doorknobs is illegal on other planets.

your ceiling is talking to me!

we don’t need television.

the inner machinations of my mind are an enigma.

i’ll have you know i stubbed my toe last week while watering my spice garden and i only cried for twenty minutes.

hey, if i close my eyes, it doesn’t seem so dark.

is mayonnaise an instrument?

those are some big words. i’ve never heard you use them before.

my vocabulary is infinitely expanding.

we destroyed your most prized possession.

we shall never deny a guest even the most ridiculous request.

let’s see, a five letter word for happiness. money.

can i have everybody’s attention?

i have to use the bathroom.

do you know what day today is?

could you not stand so close? you’re making me claustrophobic.

i used your clarinet to unclog my toilet.

are they laughing at us?

if you can’t do the time, don’t do the crime.

he needs us now more than ever.

what is today, but yesterday’s tomorrow?

ice is just a myth.

this working out thing isn’t working out.

i can’t see my forehead.

i have a good idea, and no one else thinks so.

look at you, so young and happy.

i prefer to be an idiot!

sounds like a pretty good deal to me, what do you say?

don’t be sad, buddy. turn that frown upside down!

i’m ugly and i’m proud!

good! say it louder!

i can’t do it! i can’t be away from my best friend!

i need you! i can’t handle this myself!

i’m just going on vacation for a few days.

i was kinda hoping that you come along with us…

enjoy the cake everybody!

now we never have to be apart, even when we’re not together.

this is great. see you forever!

i have to keep you safe while i get some work done!

maybe he doesn’t like us.

no, are you kidding?

i propose a toast to new friends!

i guess i’ll have to move in back with my mom and dad.

he’s a thief. look at the lust in his eye…

why can’t you just accept our friendship?

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essenceofelegance · 1 month

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City of Stars (part three of Poseidon’s)

Luke Castellan x poseidon!reader, Percy Jackson x halfsister! reader

pt. 1, pt. 2

warnings: ANGST

disclaimer‼️‼️‼️: this is sort of a part three to a fic I did called Poseidon’s, but this can also be s standalone

You and Luke cuddled up under the stars with 'City Of Stars' playing on your CD player, at an ungodly hour, somewhere far enough away from camp so nobody would hear you, a routine the both of you had already gotten used to.

City of stars, Are you shining just for me?

"You know, we could move out of camp right now, we could get a house in the middle of nowhere, somewhere close to a lake. We could live with Percy and Annie. Doesn't that sound good?" you whispered as you sat up.

City of stars, There's so much that i can't see.

Who knows, I felt it from the first embrace I shared with you...

"We could be our own little family in a way," you whispered with a smile, voice filled with hope, playing with Luke's hand.

"And listen you and Percy to fight over everything everyday? Yeah, sounds good." Luke whispered with a smile as he sat up too.

That now Our dreams, They've finally come true.

City of stars, Just one thing everybody wants.

"We actually could do it, you know." you closed your eyes, savouring the moment.

"To a bright future," Luke said, pretending to make a toast.

"To a bright future," you smiled, also pretending to toast.

(Luke said the same thing to you found out about his betrayal, right as he was about to jump into the portal.)

"To love," you said with a giggle as Luke pulled you into his arms.

"To love," Luke said, as you both stared at each other adoringly.

Though there was something unusual in his eyes, but you couldn't really decipher it yet.

(It was guilt, you realised, too late.)

There in the bars, and through the smokescreen of the crowded restaurants,

It's love,

Yes, all we're looking for is love From someone else...

(A rush, A glance, A touch, A dance,)

Luke stared down at you, trying to take in and remember every detail of your face, looking at you as if it was his last time.

(He wasn’t that far off.)

To look in somebody's eyes,

To light up the skies,

"You're everything to me," you whispered, "I can't afford to loose you."

To open the world and send it reeling

"And you won't. Never. I promise." Luke whispered back.

A lie.

A voice that says, "I'll be here" And "you'll be alright".

You really love this boy, you thought.

(I don't care if I know Just where I will go,

'Cause all that I need is this crazy feeling

A rat-tat-tat on my heart.)

You leaned into him for a soft kiss, one not of pleasure, but of feeling, of love. A different kind of intimacy.

Ironic, isn't it?

I think I want it to stay.

"Luke.?" you croaked. You couldn't believe what you'd heard.

You voice was one of pure heartbreak.

"Y/n- it's not what it looks like-" Luke panicked.

Seeing your eyes filled with blind rage and agony, instead of just pure love and adoration directly at him like you once did-

City of stars, Are you shining just for me?

“But isn’t it?-” your voice breaks. “I knew something was going on with you- I could see it-“

“Come with me. Please. You know the Gods never cared. You hate them too-” Luke said in a rush,

“And betray my brother? Camp? My family?-” you were cut off by Percy’s pained grunt.

Luke swung his sword at him, Percy dodged and swung back, accidentally wounding him.

“I’m sorry-” Percy said.

Luke swung his sword one more time, but you jumped in front of Percy and held up your own sword at your lover.

You looked into the eyes you once loved. The ones that once brought you comfort.

Luke gulped,

“I’m not going with you. I-” you were cut off once again,

Luke ran towards the portal.

“I rea-” you were cut off for the nth time, which was probably a good thing because you felt like you were about to fall apart.

"To a bright future," Luke turned back and whispered.

Then jumped into the portal.

He really thought you would join him, he really did. He really believed you would help him accomplish his goal, help him create the future and world of his desires, one without the Gods.

He never wanted to do this- anything without you. He really thought you’d be on his side.

He loved you.

City of stars,

And you did too.

That was the last time you saw the love of your life.

You never shined so brightly.

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Break my Walls Pt. 8

Genre: A/B/O, Poly BTS and Reader

Warnings: angst, eventual smut, slow burn, fluff, polyamorous relationship, sexual themes.

If you’re not 18+ please, do not interact.

As always, my works do not represent BTS in any way, this is purely a work of fiction.

Part 7

Y/N’s POV

The sun streaming through my curtains wakes me from my restless slumber filled with memories and pain. My face puffy from crying, the tears finally dried. Sitting up I notice my nest has shifted from the tossing and turning all night. Slowly fixing the blankets and nest’s sides I worry about the day ahead. Not wanting to leave the cozy warmth I’ve created. Sighing, I head to the bathroom to wash the remains of the night off. I quickly complete my morning routine, dressing in a haste. It’s almost 7 am, and there’s hungry packs to feed. My mind drifts to Chan, if he has accepted a new pack then he will be wearing their colors at the celebration brunch. My hand lingers on the purple dress in my closet, a pang in my heart cutting through the numbness. Grabbing a beige flowered dress, I finish getting ready, making my way to the door. Opening the door and stepping out, I am startled to find a body resting against the doorframe.

“Yoongi?” I awaken the sleeping man, “what are you doing here?”

“Keeping watch, making sure you were safe with all of the other packs present” he admitted, a blush rising on his cheeks, “I wasn’t supposed to be here when you woke”

“Why would I need protection?” I narrow my eyes at the fidgeting man.

“In case, you know, we didn’t- we only just found you, we can’t- we don’t want to lose you again, the pack wouldn’t survive” he spoke lowly, avoiding eye contact.

I sigh, pinching my nose and willing myself not to react to his admission.

“Come, I’ll lead you back towards the pack houses, I have to start prepping for brunch so if you’re coming, you best hurry” I mumble walking past him and down the narrow path that I take everyday. He jumps up and follows me quietly, observing just how much I have changed.

“You look tired, did you not sleep well?” He attempts to start a conversation. I hum, continuing on my path to the main living area. The numbness has returned, replacing the aching of my heart. Once the trees begin to clear, revealing the houses, I turn to him.

“I hope you remember where you were staying, this is where I leave you” I say, turning around and beginning to walk away, only to be stopped by a hand on my elbow.

“Thank you, we will see you at brunch?” His eyes shine with hesitation and hope.

“I will be there, I have to be as a cook” I laugh, giving him a small smile.

“Y/N!” Chan’s voice echoes across the lawn. I turn in time to be embraced, losing my footing. Yoongi’s hands shoot up and steady us, taking the majority of the weight.

“Chan!” I scold, the feeling of Yoongi's arms around my waist making me nervous. Chan smiles at Yoongi, greeting him before pulling me away.

"The Omegas are freaking out in the kitchen, you have to be quick." Chan says speedily as I give Yoongi a small wave over my shoulder.

"What is wrong" I ask Chan, getting no response.

When I enter the kitchen I am met with flustered head cooks and a kitchen that is covered with half made meals. The closing of the door startles them, causing them to turn ant look at me.

"Y/N! Please help us, we underestimated how many packs would be staying from finding a new member. Just ask Chan, he joined a pack with two other omegas, and that pack had 5 members already. Our lodging is full to the brim and we don't have enough made!" The chef spoke, pulling at his hair.

"Okay, we just have to work together to finish the dishes you have started, we have plenty of time if we each work on one type of dish. I'll take on the kimchi related dishes, you two work on toast and pancake dishes, you three work on the drinks, and you 2 work on the rice and porridge dishes. Chan can help with grabbing supplies along with Aera. Sound good?" I finish, hearing the agreements of the others when the door opens and Jin steps in, followed by Yoongi.

"We have come to offer our services, we know our way around the kitchen, if you want" Jin speaks hesitantly.

"Help Y/N, she has 6 dishes she is working on with kimchi as the base. I know she can easily handle it, but take some of the stress off of her" Jin and Yoongi nod, moving to wash their hands. My jaw drops at the Alpha being allowed so easily in to help, and an outsider at that. Chef Hana looks at me with a twinkle in her eye before stating how she knows them personally from previous run in's. I sigh and make my way to the sink to wash my hands and put gloves on. Everyone works together seamlessly, chatting amongst themselves now that the stress levels have lowered. Jin takes the kimchi from Aera, distributing it between us for the dishes. We work in silence, brushing arms occasionally and causing my heart to flutter.

As I am chopping some of the vegetables for the meal, Jin clicks his tongue in disapproval. He stands behind me and grabs my hands to guide my chopping. My cheeks flare up as I freeze in his hold, his chest pressed against my back. His breath fans across my ear as he leans in close, whispering to me.

"You'll hurt yourself chopping the vegetables like this" He guides my hands slowly, fully encompassing me. I am convinced he can feel my pulse quickening, no doubt smelling the changes in my scent. I feel him smile against the shell of my ear, his pillow like lips pressing closer. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Yoongi intently staring at us, causing ice to flood my veins and bringing me out of my daze. I pull my hands from his, causing him to step back and mutter a small apology. I nod and make my way from the kitchen and into the walk in freezer to collect myself. In the freezer I see Chef Hana, who give me a knowing look.

"Pack life isn't so bad if you have the right pack, you know." She comments, continuing to search through the shelves.

"I don't need a pack, nor do I want one" I repeat the same phase i have been saying since I arrived, but it feels heavier on my tongue this time. I shake my thoughts away and inform the chef that all of the ingredients and meals are finished, and that I am on my way back to my place until brunch begins in an hour. Exiting the freezer I head towards the door, leaving two confused men by the finished kimchi dishes. It's raining again when I make it outside, looking at the sky I sigh. As I go to walk in the rain back home I don't feel any rain hitting me. Confused, I look up and see an umbrella over my head. I turn and follow the hand to the owner. I lock eyes with Hoseok, who gives me a small smile. Unsure of what to do I just stare at him, watching as he motions for me to walk. I glance up at the rain again, debating on if it is worth leaving the man with the umbrella.

"It's not going to lighten up, let me walk you" He murmurs, gesturing for me to walk again. Seeing that he wasn't going to take no as an answer, I start the trek through the now muddy pathing.

"Where are you going, anyway?" He asks

"Home, until brunch. I finished the dishes that I needed to, so now I am going to relax." I uttered, hoping my voice becomes lost in the wind from the storm as it picks up.

"You can't possibly think you're walking home and back with how this storm is raging." He says in disbelief, "Absolutely not, come." He finishes, pulling me gently by my elbow.

"Being surrounded by your whole pack doesn't sound like a good idea to me." I grumble, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips telling me i wasn't as quiet as I'd hoped.

"Well, feel free to walk in the storm, twice, but if you want to stay dry, you come home with me" He smirked, pleased with the double meaning his words held.

"Don't you have to go get Yoongi and Seokjin from the pack house?" I attempt to change his mind.

"Of course, after you're safe in our lodging that the pack provided us with. Speaking of pack, why did you wear Jisoo's colors, and don't give me the line that 'it's so others stay away from you' you wouldn't have come if that was the case" Hoseok spoke, seeing through you.

"Does it matter" I respond

"Well, no, but I'd like to know if I am correct" He continued to push for an answer.

"I've been with them long enough that I am basically pack, without the pressure of being pack." I say, not looking at him.

"Can I ask you another question?" He implores

"You're going to anyway" I roll my eyes, knowing him well enough that this is the start of the questions.

"Did you think of us when we were gone" He speaks softly. I hesitate to answer, my heart throbbing with the ache his pack always brings.

"Yes, hard not to"

"Did you, um, dream of us?"

"Dream?" I repeat, in question glancing at the tall man. He appeared nervous, as if my answer may break him. "I did, lot's of things trigger memories here, but some dreams were a nice escape from the pain of rejection." I say honestly, before stopping and realizing what I just admitted.

"Rejection" He repeats, looking heartbroken.

"Why are we having this conversation, Hoseok?" I ask him, watching a triad of emotions pass across his face.

"You know why." He responds, staring into my soul.

"I don't, you and your pack confuse me. I hardly know you, its been years, people change." I explain, wondering if I should stop having this conversation.

"We aren't letting you go again. We want you to join our pack, complete our pack. We can't survive without you." He admits, his eyes staying locked on mine.

"No" I say, turning to leave as my heart breaks at my own words. This pack will be the end of me, all of the emotions I had buried deep are unraveling in just two days. An arm around my waist stops me, but its not Hoseok. I look up and lock eyes with Namjoon, his face showing displeasure.

"Do not go into the rain because you're upset, you don't want to get sick, do you?" He says, his eyebrows pulled together at the sour my scent takes on.

"Why does it even matter to you, I don't want a pack, I made that clear" I speak slowly

"Then don't be pack, be like you are with Jisoo, just with us. Let us love you until you can love us" Namjoon counters, digging into my wounds. Feeling the hurt they had caused all those years ago bubbling at the surface. I pull out of his arms, feeling the rain hitting my body.

“I don’t need a pack, I don’t need an Alpha, I don’t need any Omegas, and I most certainly don’t need you. All packs do is control you and I have had enough of being controlled.” I fired at him, shaking with anger. He took a step closer to me, his scent betraying his words.

Hoseok steps closer to me, putting the umbrella back over my head, but unable to fully cover me as the rain rages around us.

“Don't do this. What you said is a mask to hide the truth. You put up this wall, when you desperately want to let us in. Stop lying to us, stop lying to yourself” he said, eyes full of hurt and rejection. Namjoon steps on the other side, shielding by back from the onslaught of rain, sacrificing his dry shirt.

“You can’t live without love.” He said, his eyes showing an unknown emotion, scent thick with compassion and longing. "You can't continue to live like this, your omega won't survive."

I shake my head, not liking that he was right. I haven't had a regular heat in a full year. Namjoon takes my silence as understanding, grabbing my tightly closed fists and slowly unraveling them. I take a step back from the alphas, feeling my head clearing up.

"Let's go inside, dry off" Namjoon tells us, leaving no room for arguement.

As I follow the alphas into their house, I can't help but wonder why they are trying so hard. Was Kang still alive, was he mad I found a home? Are they still working with him? I know they denied any involvement with him, but they came out of nowhere. What is their goal?

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sakuralovespossums · 2 months

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Yandere Dazai x Fem Reader

(Part 1)

Yandere Dazai x fem y/n story, where Dazai had kidnapped y/n and is determined to persuade her to commit double suicide with him on a specific date. So y/n has to try to avoid falling for his mind games, all the while trying to escape before the day of their planned double suicide arrives.

Warning: Romanticized talks of suicide

During your captivity, Dazai acts very patient and calm (pretty much like his everyday self) almost like he’s isn’t holding you hostage in his own apartment.

He studies your flaws, personality, fears, traumas, everything to figure out how he can best manipulate and break you.

Every day he’ll ask you if you’ve decided to commit double suicide with him in a casual tone or silly act. If you say no, he’ll shrug and ask again the next day. They still have plenty of time before the date of their double suicide, he’ll break you eventually.

There’s a high chance you will eventually break. This is Dazai we’re talking about out. He wasn’t known for being the Port Mafia’s best interrogator for nothing.

If you still haven’t broken by the due date, he’ll be surprised (and maybe a bit impressed) by your mental durability. So he’ll just use more aggressive manipulation tactics.

He’ll take away more of your freedoms (books, drawing, tv, etc) to make you feel more isolated. He’ll also focus on finding what it is that keeps your sanity intact and break it.

During the time of your captivity, he’ll be trying to get to know you more and always ask questions about what your life was like, any loved ones, interests, etc.

Not just so that he can manipulate you, but also because he genuinely wants to get to know you more and form a real bond. You’re gonna be his suicide partner, after all!

You probably won’t get to know much about him though since he’s already pretty secretive of his past life. But he’ll tell you things like his favorite foods, books, his associates at the ADA and how much he likes to bother them.

I imagine a lot of moments between you two being shared in peaceful silence. Like, you guys eating dinner in quiet, cuddling on the couch together while watching TV, reading, or napping.

Dazai loves those moments, while you’re playing along as you think of a way to escape. He knows this though but doesn’t say or do anything about it since he knows you’ll eventually give in and learn to love it as he does. If not, well………like I said earlier, he still has time to work on that.

He’s a very affectionate and cuddly person. Always has you wrapped in his arms whenever you cuddle, sleep, or when you’re doing chores.

It scares you the way he easily sneaks up on you from behind and wraps his arms around you as you cook your breakfast. He nuzzles against your neck before asking why you left the bed (putting on a fake pout). You simply play along into your strange “loving couple” facade and say that you were just craving French toast. He kisses your shoulder and asks for some himself.

“Well, I would make some for you. But someone ate all the bread!”

“But belladonna!! It was just too delicious that I couldn’t help myself!”

“……………maybe I can…….go out and buy some—”

“No”

The finality in his voice as he whispered into your ear felt like a knife slicing into your heart.

What terrified you the most about your captor wasn’t his final plan with you (as concerning as that sounds) but rather the fact that you could sense an underlying darkness to him that kept you on edge.

Beneath his smiles, goofy acts, loving acts, and comforting demeanor was a dangerous being who you had no idea if you could manage to outsmart or avoid not being killed/injured by.

“What if we made French toast our final meal together!!”

“I won’t do it, Dazai. Not matter what you say or do, I won’t let you drag me with you to death.”

“………………my love, who said I would drag you with me? When we both leave this life, I’ll make sure we do it willingly together.”

That might have been the most horrifying sentence you’ve ever heard.

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scorchieart · 9 months

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⬥◇◆ Clothes Shopping with the Ikeprinces ◆◇⬥

With Act 3 and Silvio's route just around the corner, let's slow down, take a step back, and remember how we all ended up in here. Particularly, how we all ended up in these clothes.

Silvio’s Dubious Preorder ◆◇⬥

*the front door to the clothes shop opens in the middle of the night*

Shopkeeper: Who’s there?

Silvio: Your worst nightmare…

*Silvio drops a heavy bag of coins in the shopkeeper's hands*

Silvio: And your salvation.

Shopkeeper: What?

Silvio: Listen closely, tailor. Tomorrow you will be visited by a pathetic pack of princes with questionable fashion sense. They are in search of new outfits to wear for the upcoming story arc and have chosen your lousy shop as their genius loci. Lucky you.

Shopkeeper: …What?

Silvio: I’ll be in attendance as well, but I’m only interested in an outfit that’ll blow everyone else’s out of the water, so I’ll mostly be observing from the sides. All you gotta do is keep those other guys occupied and catch all the notes I send your way. You’re an experienced man, you’ll know when I’m dropping you a hint. But no one else needs to know about our little deal, capisce?

*Silvio pats the coin bag and leaves. Shopkeeper puts on glasses and cleans out his ears*

Shopkeeper: WHAT?

⬥◇◆THE NEXT DAY ◆◇⬥

Judge Yves, Round 1 ◆◇⬥

Yves: As members of Rhodolite’s domestic faction, we are the pillars our citizens look towards to represent the values our kingdom instills in art, culture, and conduct. The outfits we select today must not only reflect the propriety expected of the royal family, but also that of our people for generations to follow.

Yves: Jin! Button your shirt all the way up right this moment!

Jin: You can’t cage the collarbones, Yves!

Yves: Leon! Too much detailing will overwhelm your conversation partners! You look like you’re drowning in gold.

Leon: But you’re talking to me just fine now?

Yves: Licht! You look wonderful, of course. But if I had to nitpick, the white on your lapels clashes with your black jacket. Try wearing more color, you don’t want to look like a walking chessboard.

*Sariel slowly backs into the dressing room*

Nokto Seeing Double ◆◇⬥

Nokto: No, this blue vest doesn’t bring out my eyes quite right.

*hands vest over to Licht. Licht tries it on*

Nokto: Hm… and these tassels make my face look too narrow.

*hands shoulder pads over to Licht. Licht tries them on*

Nokto: And these black gloves clash horribly with my hair, what was I thinking?

*hands gloves over to Licht. Licht tries them on*

Nokto: You look great, Licht. Ugh, nothing in this entire store works for me!

*a bag of coins flies across the store*

Silvio: Tailor! No vests, tassels, or gloves!

Judge Yves, Round 2 ◆◇⬥

Yves: Ahem! I’m only doing this because you four are an extension of Rhodolite beyond the borders, and I don’t want you messing up our image in front of our neighbors. It’s not like I particularly care how you dress everyday!

Nokto: Aww, Evie, you care~

Yves: Shut it! Ahem! For starters, the white theme you all have is a very nice choice. It’s a good idea to set up a visual indicator to let others know you’re working as a team.

Clavis: Oh, that wasn’t intentional. This humble shop is simply fortunate enough to have had enough pieces for each of us. Otherwise, these poor white coats would have been prematurely stained red! Hahaha!

Yves: Wha—?

Clavis: With strawberry jam, of course! Chev gets particularly pouty when someone wears white instead of him. I wouldn’t put it past him to “accidentally” sully that poor someone’s outfit with his toast.

Luke: That’s why I eat mine with honey instead!

Yves: No, that’s why we eat breakfast before we leave the palace!

*Yves swipes the toast from Chevalier and Luke*

Yves: Luke! If you’re going to wear white, you can’t carry honeyed toast in your pockets!

Yves: Clavis! If you’re going to wear a coat over a jacket again, at least make them match in style this time!

Yves: Nokto! If you’re not going to button your vest all the way, you have to wear a shirt underneath!

*Chevalier covers his chest and slowly backs into the dressing room*

Small Talk Sariel ◆◇⬥

*In a quiet corner of the store, Keith looks over himself in the mirror. Sariel notices and joins him*

Sariel: Ah, a modest choice, Prince Keith. Were you to show Prince Yves, I am certain he would impart nothing but praise.

Keith: 🙂

Sariel: Modesty is, of course, cornerstone for a prince to emblem. Although, with our continent so rife with rowdy royals, one would not want to appear too humble, lest he be trampled by his more verbally-inclined peers.

Keith: 😐

Sariel: But too loud a statement piece would have a similar effect of disfavor among colleagues. One would not want to appear too brash in company of those whose opinions matter.

Keith: 😟

Sariel: Finding that sweet spot in the middle is crucial to deduce, and this is the moment to do it. Tell me, Prince Keith, is this the outfit you wish to present to the world in the next act?

Keith: Excuse me, I seem to have misplaced something in the dressing room.

*another bag of coins flies across the store*

Silvio: Make it loud, tailor!

Multi-talented and Multi-purpose Luke ◆◇⬥

Luke: Hey, Yves! How about this? I keep the lid open just enough to stick a spoon in like this, and my pockets get to stay completely… Hey, you okay?

*Yves blushes in surprise*

Yves: Yes, yes! Why wouldn’t I be?

Luke: Well, you’ve been standing by the hair accessories for a long time now.

Yves: Because there’s no one else here. I need rest from evaluating all your outfits, obviously.

*Luke puts down the honey jar*

Luke: Hey, close your eyes for a bit.

Yves: What for?

Luke: Just trust me. Besides, you said you wanted to rest, right?

*5 minutes later*

Luke: Tada! Whaddya think?

Yves: How did you…?

Luke: My sister used to make me braid her hair all the time. I’d say I’m pretty good at it, eh?

*Yves blushes in joy*

Yves: Thank you. But how did you manage to keep it in place? You didn’t use any clips or anything.

Luke: Oh, that’s ‘cause I packed it tight with honey. It oughta keep its shape all week, plus it’s good for the scalp. Bonus!

*Yves blushes in rage*

Life Lessons with Big Brother Jin ◆◇⬥

Jin: Hey, Chevalier. Come try this cloak on, it’ll help cover your…

*Chevalier quickly wipes his mouth and hides his hands behind his back*

Jin: …

Chevalier: …

Jin: Chev…

Chevalier: I was merely inspecting them for poisons.

Jin: Come on, big guy. We’ve been through this.

Chevalier: The showoff apprehended my toast.

Jin: You can’t eat the roses.

Chevalier: …

Jin: …

Chevalier: The yellow ones taste best.

Jin: So you’ve told me.

*yet another bag of coins flies across the store*

Silvio: Bring me the juiciest rose you have! I know you’re keeping it from me!

Gilbert’s Infinite Hyperspace ◆◇⬥

Gilbert: Are you sure the shopkeeper won’t mind you making alterations to his designs?

Clavis: That wonderful man doesn’t need to worry about a single hair on his rapidly balding head! I won’t be defiling his style because all the additions I’m making will be completely hidden from sight.

Gilbert: How like you to run your dirty work in the shadows. Such fun.

Clavis: I wouldn’t use that particular arrangement of words to describe it, per se. But considering Sariel has egregiously forbidden me from purchasing more than one belt today, I am forced to improvise my carry-on capabilities.

Gilbert: Ah, pockets! How very fun, indeed!

Clavis: Not just any pockets! Secret pockets! And just look at this enormous canvas I have to work with! Only… my hands were full on the way over here carrying Chevalier’s breakfast, so I wasn’t able to bring much of my usual tools to measure. I don’t like leaving the palace without at least a net or two on hand.

Gilbert: You can borrow mine!

*Gilbert produces a large fish net out of thin air*

Clavis: How fortunate, this will work nicely! I do wish I could have brought my trusty shovel with me, though.

Gilbert: Regular or extra large?

*Gilbert produces two digging shovels out of thin air*

Clavis: Ah... R-regular is fine…

Gilbert: Anything else?

Clavis: You’ve been plenty helpful, I couldn’t impose—

Gilbert: No need to be shy. You still have plenty of space to work with, I see.

Clavis: …

Gilbert: Try me.

Clavis: …Well, I do like to be armed with more than just my sword—

Gilbert: How about this?

*Gilbert produces a hatchet out of thin air*

Clavis: … Thank you.

Gilbert: What are friends for?

*Gilbert claps his hands, taps his cane twice, and pulls a tiny comb out of the heel of his boot. He combs Clavis’s hair out of his eyes and walks away smiling as the largest bag of coins yet flies across the store*

Silvio: Secret pockets! But don’t tell anyone where they are, you hear? Not even me!

Doggy See, Doggy Do ◆◇⬥

Leon: Find anything you like, Rio?

Rio: Lots! But I’m just not sure she’d like them, too.

Leon: Why not show me what you got so far? I may not be Yves or Sariel, but I’ll bet I can point out a stinker in the mix.

Rio: Okay then. What do you think of this gilded vest?

Leon: Awesome! The color matches your eyes perfectly. That’s good… I think?

*Coin bag toss #1*

Silvio: Tailor! Look into my eyes and get me a jacket that matches them perfectly! No, not a vest! We said no vests!

Rio: Huh, that was weird. Anyway, what about this broach?

Leon: She’d love it! The looped design brings out the curves of your smile just right. That kind of attention to detail is probably really important.

*Coin bag toss #2*

Silvio: Tailor! Bring me your loopiest jewelry! The more hoops, the better!

Rio: Did you hear something? Ah, nevermind. Do you think I should go with one earring or two?

Leon: Hmm… Yves rocks the one earring look—

*Coin bag toss #3*

Silvio: Tailor! I want your gaudiest single earring in my palm right this second!

Leon: —but earrings are supposed to come in pairs, right? So maybe two would be fine. For symmetry, and all that.

*Coin bag toss #4*

Silvio: Make that two!

Leon: Sorry, I’m not too sure, to be honest.

*Rio knowingly smirks*

Rio: Your advice is great, Prince Leon. Tell me, what do you think of these snow boots?

Leon: Well, it’s not exactly winter. But they’re really a statement piece, and she might appreciate a good conversation starter.

*Coin bag toss #5*

Silvio: I need the furriest boots you’ve got in this place, pronto!

Rio: And this zebra-print cloak?

Leon: Chevalier looks good in tiger stripes. I guess that’s basically the same thing.

*Coin bag toss #6*

Silvio: Where do you keep the darn striped fabrics, old man?

Rio: Great! What’s your opinion on oversized hats?

Leon: Uhh… go big or go home?

*Coin bag toss #7*

Silvio: GO BIG OR GO HOME!!

Leon: Hey, Rio, do you hear an echo?

Rio: Nope. Just the sound of a nation’s GDP falling.

I wanted to add a joke about their gloves, but this post is getting way out of hand, even without puns.

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You know I've been trying my best ignoring this specific heist fic idea but that new ad isn't helping at all.

It goes like this; Charles is asked to steal something and that something is in Spain. But everyone knows that Charles is a bit of loose canon (?) He might as well steals the necklace or whatever it is for himself. Enter Carlos as his glorified baby sitter.

Carlos is the son of a Count (or Viscount, idk) Let's say Carlos is everyone's darling boy, won't do anything wrong, always listens to his father (does he?). But secretly Carlos uses his connection to secretly rebel against his father. Like maybe Carlos’ family is the one who hosts the auction night or his family also auctions their family heirloom or whatever.

Imagine Carlos picking Charles from the airport. He sees this man dressed in all black, just like any random college student. Then Charles takes off his black cap, beams at Carlos to introduce himself. All pretty, with his green eyes. Carlos’ heart goes oOh? Boom boom! He laughs at Carlos because Carlos is wearing a suit in sweltering hot weather in contrast to Charles' casual appearance.

He takes Charles to his flat because someone has to watch Charles, yes? They will live together until the auction day. Actually the heist is just a side plot lmao I just want to see them being domestic, Charles is smart but he’s kinda hopeless at cooking so Carlos takes care of him. They argue sometimes because Carlos can be very strict and uptight. Charles thinks he needs to get laid and Charles is willing to help, but Carlos is like??? No?!

Carlos watches Charles flirts his way to the to get the security clearance/ gain access to forbidden place. No, he’s not jealous and he doesn’t want to be another notch in Charle’s bedpost. And one day he sees a man is being too close with Charles, he can see that Charles is uncomfortable so he just snaps and drags Charles with him. Charles is pissed, like?? Mate, I have it under control. I was so close to our goal! They argue about it then Carlos like fuck it then kisses Charles. They sleep together (yay!!!)

I’ve said it before the heist is just a side quest, yes? This is just them having the time of their life in Spain. Maybe Carlos takes him here and there, holding Charles close with him possessively if you dare to look at his beau twice. Maybe Carlos takes him to his secret place and tells him about his father, his family, the expectations they have on him.

But good things have to come to an end, finally the auction day comes, they succeeded of course. They sleep one last time before Charles has to go back to wherever he wants. Maybe one of them says I love you, maybe it’s Carlos who says it to Charles who has said that he is worried about getting attached to someone because everyone will leave him in the end (that’s why he always moves here and there, never stays in one place, afraid of commitment).

When he wakes up in the next morning Carlos expects Charles to be gone, but no he wakes up to the smell of burnt toasts since Charles is a disaster in the kitchen. Charles stares at his burnt toasts sadly, and Carlos is like, what’s wrong?

“I burnt the toast.”

“Well, we can eat something else if you want.”

Charles looks nervous, “but, what if I did it everyday?” as if he is asking about another thing.

“Well, then I have no choice. Guess I have to make breakfast for you everyday.”

Every day, huh? No take back!!

The end. Please if any of you want to write this, you’re very welcome because this kind of fic will fry my brain congratulations. Not well done.

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I Do

The day has finally arrived the day Y/N and Rúben would be finally unite as one they will become Mr and Mrs Dias.

For Y/N she was excited a little bit nervous but she knew all those nerves would go away when she sees the love of her life by the altar . She's happy to be surrounded by her close friends as she got ready for the big day. Her makeup was done she just had to put on her gorgeous dress. "I just want to say a few words " Y/N sister who is also her maid of honour started. "Today is a very special day for a very special person and I know you dreamt of this day for almost most of your life I remember when we were little we use to make mood boards of our dream weddings and after I got married I never thought it would happen for Y/N because she was the true definition of a Bachelorette that was untill she met Rúben and he made her believe in true love and the rest is history now we here today trying to get you to the alter .... I'm gonna make a toast to Y/N and Rúben " she ended as everyone made the toast. Y/N finally got in her dress and the dress hugged every curve on her body the right way . Tears was threatening to come out . "No no don't cry we don't want to ruin your make-up "her best friend said. She gave them all a hug and thanked them for being here to share this special day with her .

Rúben was busy fixing his 4 year olds bow tie then his son Rauw asked what's marriage. "Well Marriage is when two people love each other very very much and they want to be together forever it's not just that but they bring two families together"Rúben tried explaining to his son that's from a previous relationship but he had full custody of him because his mother just left one day. "So that means you love Y/N very very much" Rauw asked. "Yes that means I love Y/N to the moon and back more then words can describe little one"Rúben patted his shoulder.

Rúben couldn't wait to see Y/N he was counting down the seconds for her arrival. He stand in front of the altar with his best man John Stones and a few of his other friends. All the guests was seated and everything went quiet when the music started to play and Y/N arrived....Rúben was speechless...the dress was beautiful but Y/N was a million times more beautiful. Before handing Y/N over to Rúben Y/N dad shared some words with his almost son in law. "Please take care of her in all her days and if one day you don't feel the same towards her don't break her down , cheat on her or just leave her bring her back to me so we can kill you together " he said making Rúben chuckle "I don't see that ever happening you have nothing to worry about I'll take care of her I promise " he said. Y/N father then gave her of to Rúben. "Wow you look beautiful I can't believe you all mine "Rúben said crying a little. "Aww you crying I would have walked back if you didn't " Y/N made a joke making everyone laugh. "Well we can't have that happening " Rúben said. "Family and Friends today we are brought together to celebrate the love between Y/N and Rúben most of you have been witnessing the special bond they have and how happy they make eachother and today they are here to make there promise to eachother so let's here them make there vows" the pastor said. "Y/N the first time I saw you I knew you were the one for me and I thank God everyday for letting our paths cross because I truly don't know where I would have been now without you I just can't imagine my life without you and also the way you were ready to step in and take on a role as a mom for Rauw is amazing and we both love and adore you very much and I know marriage isn't all sun shine and roses but as long as we have our love for eachother we can overcome everything I love you and I'll never make you doubt it " Rúben said taking her hand and placing a kiss on it . "You gonna make me cry"Y/N said wiping her tears. "Well I'm truly blessed to be standing here Infront of everyone today with you and I won't make any promises because we know life is not easy but I'll try to be with you every step of the way ,on your sad days I'll listen to what you have to say and comfort you and also on your happy days I'll overwhelm your heart with joy Rúben since the day I met you I couldn't picture myself with anyone else I knew that it's you or no one the day you and Rauw became a part of my life I became the luckiest person alive and if we aren't together forever just love me till whenever because I don't know about you but I pinky promise I'll love you forever"Y/N said connecting her pinky with his . "Can we have the rings " the pastor said. Rauw walked up giving the rings "Y/N I just want to say that I'm very happy to have a mommy like you and I love you very much " Rauw said hugging your leg. "Aww Rauwi I love you too" you said. Then you guys repeated everything the pastor said and you placed the rings on each others fingers. "Well if anyone is against these two being together come forward or forever hold your piece" Ruben then made a joke of him having a gun by his waist and turned around to look at everyone... everyone laughed. "Well then I'm not holding you guys back Rúben Dias and Y/N Y/L/N I now pronounce you husband and wife you maybe kiss the bride " And Rúben didn't waist any time to kiss Y/N...

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janesociety · 1 year

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ours

lily evans x fem!reader

type: fluff

summary: you, a slytherin prefect and quidditch player, and lily evans, gryffindor’s golden girl, have seemed to find yourselves in a strange and lovely situation

word count: 1.1k

notes: completely self indulgent. also sorry if this feels short.

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You couldn’t have imagined in a million years that you would’ve Lily Evan’s type.

You, the loud mouth, aggressive, quidditch playing prefect whom she never seemed all too thrilled to do night rounds with. You, the avid defender of all the younger Slytherin students which usually led to you getting into regular spats with the marauders when their pranks hit more than Death Eaters. You, the one who had a notoriously bad break up with one of her best friends (let’s be real though, how many queer girls at Hogwarts hadn’t had a bad break up with Marlene Mckinnon at some point?).

You, the girl.

All of these things didn’t stop her however from snogging in a random broom closet every Tuesday and Thursday night when the two of you were assigned patrols.

You weren’t exactly sure how the little affair started, but you were sure you didn’t want it to stop.

You were suddenly hyperaware of her at all times- how you stared a little too long in the dining hall and in lessons, how she stood a little too close in prefect meetings, how she now sat in the front row of the Gryffindor section at quidditch games. It was like you were both making a game of how far you could push the limits of a secret affair.

“What’s got you all dazy?” Pandora had asked you one Saturday morning in the Great Hall. She sat directly across from you, reading the new edition of the Quibbler as she ate her toast. It was the third Saturday of the month, meaning the Gryffindor’s would be out on the quidditch pitch for the next hour before it was the Slytherin’s turn to practice. In that time, you were hoping to somehow steal Lily away- at least for a little while- while a good portion of her friend group was busy. The only issue was that she hadn’t walked in yet.

“Nothing,” you said, snapping your head back to your friends. You picked up a spoon full of cereal and quickly shoved it into your mouth. “Just thinking about what we need to work on at practice today.”

“Good to know someone’s finally got their head back in the game,” Lucinda boredly chimed in from beside you. “I was getting worried.”

“For the last time, Lu, the only thing that distracted me at the last game was that bloody bludger nearly taking my head off right,” you said, dropping your spoon into your bowl of now soggy cereal. “I swear to Godric the next time I see Sirius Black I’m gonna-”

Someone behind you cleared their throat.

You spun around in your seat, the conversations near you at the table falling silently. Lily Evans making an appearance at the Slytherin table wasn’t an everyday occurrence, you know.

“Hi,” was all you managed to stutter out, hoping it didn’t come off too forced as your cheeks warmed.

“Hi,” Lily smirked, watching you get all flustered in front of her. “Sorry to interrupt, Filch requested us to meet him in his office to discuss something that happened last night.”

Your blood went cold. What had happened last night was you and Lily snogging in an empty corridor for the better part of an hour.

“Oh, alright,” you said, your cheeks once again heating up. “I’ll- I’ll be back in a minute,” you told your friends, hoping your awkwardness wouldn’t make them suspicious of anything.

“You better be on the pitch by 9:30!” Lucinda shouted after you as you and Lily exited the Great Hall.

You rung your hands out in front of you as you followed Lily through the school. He couldn’t have seen you two, right? Surely one of you would have noticed. You weren’t exactly sure what you would do if you had been caught. I mean, what could you do? You’d surely be stripped of your prefect titles and, Merlin, the rumors would be something awful.

“Lily,” you said, breaking the silence of the hall, your mouth dry. She glanced at you before once again looking forward as you passed a group of third years. “What exactly did Filch want-“

Without giving you any warning, she gripped the sleeve of your robe and pulled you with her into an empty classroom. She forcefully pushed her lips onto yours- the taste of her now familiar chapstick making butterflies in your stomach. You leaned back onto the wall she pushed you to, letting the back of your head rest against it as she wrapped her arms around your neck. There was a charm about her that made you completely forget what you had been worrying about just moments before- your full attention now on the girl in front of you.

“Lils,” you laughed lightly as she pressed kisses down your jaw. “I’m assuming there's no Filch?”

“Well, aren’t you clever,” she smiled, pulling back for a moment to look at you. She pecked your lips again. “Sorry to worry you, I just needed to get you away from your friends.” You couldn’t help your cheeks warming again. There was something about this girl that turned you to straight mush.

“Getting bold, are we?” you asked, tucking some of her fiery red hair behind her ear. “Bloody Gryffindors,” you joked.

“Hmm, see I think you’re rubbing off on me,” she said, pursing her lips to hide her smile. “After that little show I put on for your friends back there, I’m starting to think the hat made some sort of mistake.” You couldn’t help the snort that came out as you laughed at the idea of her in Slytherin.

“Yeah, and I should’ve been in Hufflepuff,” you said sarcastically. “You know, with how patient and just I am.” She laughed again, crinkling her nose as she closed her eyes.

“Oh, very patient,” she said. “It’s your best trait, really.”

“What can I say- I’m a lot of things,” you started, letting your head lull back against the wall, “Patient, resourceful, intelligent, humble. I can’t be confined by the restraints that are what we call Hogwarts houses.” Lily hid her face in your shoulder this time as she laughed. You laughed too, wrapping your arms around her and simply holding her for a moment.

You thought about your friends and if they saw you now. You thought about her friends and what they wouldn’t do if they saw you now. A bloody protective bunch, the marauders and co. were. You couldn’t even bring yourself to care what any of them would say. Not even Sirius Black could hex off the smile that had seemed to take permanent residence on your face when she was around.

It was something truly special, you two had, and it was yours.

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viiioca · 5 months

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day 17 - sea

from the journal of Estelle de Laussienne, 20th of the 4th Astral Moon, 4 7U.E. There's something very romanticized about the sea breeze, isn't there? Those stories we loved so well as children certainly seemed to think so. It's calming, refreshing, cleansing, so on, so forth; whatever a grim, quiet man might need to brood over some tragedy in the solitude of nature before the next act of the narrative begins. They always describe it as clean or crisp. Brisk. Bracing. How enticing! I certainly believed them all until I docked in Limsa Lominsa. I am no professional wordsmith, but perhaps I can paint a picture. It is late afternoon, when the temperature is highest and tides are lowest. I am in the markets, along with hundreds upon hundreds of other gentle citizens who have been marinating in their own sweat since morning tea, as we are gripped with a heat wave and humidity so hellish it has me questioning my faith. It is the zenith of summer, when the sluggish tide movements struggle mightily to properly exchange water out of the bay, and the wastewater grows ripe. The markets are situated in limestone tunnels, which make for a cooler midday, supposedly, save that the only method of exchanging air is through a hot, wet breeze that meanders casually from one end to the other, depositing not only the very specific scent of rotting ocean matter, but all the various excretions of the hundreds of bodies I am unfortunate enough to be downwind from. These are the nice markets, full of legal goods and respectable importers for Limsa's more moneyed professionals. Like Ishgard, wealth can be measured by altitude here; I have opened a clinic in the lower levels, closer to the water's edge. There are spaces where the water overflows at high tide and leaves behind a sort of -- grime. The markets there have fish that rot on the rack by end-of-day. There is a tannery operating up the canal that dumps an utterly eye-watering amount of piss and pigeon shit into the water (a smell so foul I can only describe it with equal terms). If that wasn't bad enough, the wind carries all the wonderful perfumes of everyday beamhouse operations to all of us who are simply trying to mind our own business. On my first day of work, I asked a patient what the godsawful smell was, and he promptly introduced to a colorful local expression involving Llymlaen and bowel movements. That is not to say the city is without charm. When the air cools, and the breeze comes to us northerly, from colder waters; when the sun sets behind the limestone spires; when I sit with strangers and a bottle of wine and a table full of these little delights -- thin ribbons of cured ham and toasted bread, olives and olive oil, bits of octopus and fried squid and potatoes spiced with sweet and hot peppers. The people here are friendly and brimming with conversation, happy to sweep foreigners up into their lives once they've passed muster and all the purse-cutting has been successfully thwarted. I don't regret it -- I only wish I had been, perhaps, a little more forewarned.

[roevember 2023 prompt by wintertitania]

#ffxiv #my wol: estelle #roevember #roevemberxiv #roevember 2023 #femroe #roegadyn #gpose #my writing #long one today whoops #the siren of worldbuilding called and i was helpless

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lovepersevering13 · 6 months

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Hey,

Would love to read a fic or oneshot about everlark Post Revolution opening a new bakery in district 12.

Love your writing 💗

Growing - Everlark

Wonderful request!! Kinda got a bit sidetracked at the end because I love the toast babies too much.

Summary: Katniss’s perspective of Peeta falling in love with owning a bakery

Warnings: Slight references to past abuse, this has not been edited

Word count: 886

I’d never really had friends so the lack of wasn’t something that bothered me. We had Johanna and Annie, and when he wasn’t drunk off his face Haymitch too. That’s more than I ever had before the games. But Peeta was lonely, he’d never sat alone at lunch, always surrounded by a group of merchant friends. He’d always been more social than me, laughing boisterously at lunch, captivating the Capitol audience, befriending the other tributes during the quarter quell.

Right after the war neither of us had really been ready to venture back out into the world but with everyday I noticed our secluded routine wasn’t enough for him.

It had been 5 years since the war ended. Peeta deserved something good in his life.

It was actually Effie who suggested it first, we were enjoying our weekly dinner and an indepth conversation about the ever present difference between food security in the Capitol and the districts.

“Well Peeta, darling, I’m sure all of district 12 would enjoy more of your baking,” Effie suggested.

It started off slow. Peeta still held so much trauma from the dreadful environment he grew up in. We lay in bed one night, Peeta’s head on my chest as I twirled his baby soft blonde curls through my fingers,

“Do you think I’ll be like my Mother?” He asked abruptly,

“Never.” I assured him,

“If we go through with this bakery thing… I need it to be nothing like the old bakery,”

“Peeta it won’t be,”

Peeta tilted his head up to look at me, I smiled at the sight of his light, watery eyes as he asked, “How do you know?”

“Because, Peeta, I know you. You loved me when I couldn’t love you, you loved me when everything in your mind told you not to. I have no doubt that anything you could create would be full of nothing but love.”

He buried his face against my chest,

“If you want to go through with this, I will support you in every step of the way because I know it will be the most beautiful and happy place in all of district 12, nae, all of Panem.”

And so it begun, Peeta chose a lot in the centre of the new town- backing onto a large flowery field very far from the old town square.

Everyone was eager to help with getting the bakery ready. Effie ordered in all the supplies Peeta could need and Johanna even came to visit and help build furniture for the bakery.

The final product was marvellous. White wooden paneling, with a dandelion yellow trim around the roof, most importantly- a large, well lit, shiny window to display all of Peeta’s gorgeous cakes. Prim would’ve loved it…

“Do you think people will come?” Peeta asked nervously, 5 minutes before opening on the first day,

“Of course, everyone loves your baking kid,”

Haymitch assured him. I peered out the window, though it was true everyone loved Peeta’s baking, it was also true that everyone had kept their distance from their three dysfunctional victors.

“People are here,” Effie grinned, she wasn’t kidding- there was a crowd growing at the stairs to the bakery. I turned back to see Peeta who was peering over my shoulder with a contagious smile on his face. The kind of smile which you’d hardly believe possible after everything he’d lived through.

Haymitch leant over the counter and squeezed Peeta’s shoulder “Well, what are you waiting for? Let them in.”

The bakery is a huge success. Everyday the doors are flooded with regulars and new customers, all eager to fill their mouths with the sweetness of Peeta’s baking. With each day I notice Peeta’s smile grow. I used to think we’d never get the old Peeta back but every morning that I watch him kneading fresh bread in the glow of the oven it’s like nothing bad has ever happened to us.

On the bad days, which are fewer and fewer, Peeta hires one of Delly’s old friends to hold down the bakery. Everyone is always pleased when Peeta returns. On mornings I can’t get out of bed to accompany him down to the bakery he brings a warm loaf back with a bowl of soup at lunch. Somehow I’m always out of bed by dinner.

We heal, not fully, never fully healed, but better. District 12 evolves into a place of healing and growth alongside us.

Peeta’s fear of turning out like his mother becomes less by the day. I see him grow fonder of the young children running up to the display window. I think of the past, Prim, hunger, burnt bread. Peeta thinks of the future, I know he does. One day I hope to give him that future he aches for so purely.

One day, 5 maybe 10 years later our own daughter will press her nose against the window, She’ll have Prim’s eye for beauty but none of her longing. The dancing girl will never know a day where her father doesn’t sneak her a treat over the counter. That night when I told Peeta anything he creates will be filled with nothing but love will be true for not only the bakery, but the dancing girl and the boy with blonde curls who will follow shortly after.

#katniss everdeen #the hunger games #the hunger games trilogy #thg #everlark #mockingjay #peeta mellark #catching fire #post mockingjay #toast babies #growing back together

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runningfrom2am · 8 months

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your best friend, valentine

summary: the story of how you met your future husband for the first time, as told by his father in his speech at your wedding.

pairing: pope heyward x fem!reader

wc: 800 (ish)

tags/warnings: none! just a kids meet cute and a wedding speech :)

a/n: this is for day six of obx week!! day six: childhood friends to lovers w/ pope! this is so short but i thought it was a good place to stop :)

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"seven year old y/n held tightly onto her dogs leash, determined that for the first time, she would walk him alone without one of her parents breathing down her neck. she wasn't allowed to go far, just to the dock and back, hardly a quarter mile from the safety of her parents back porch.

for a seven year old y/n, this was huge. i mean, it was her proudest moment yet- proving to her parents that she was finally a big girl. in stature, though, you weren't. as a matter of fact, her dog, who she ever so creatively named "valentine" after her favourite holiday, almost towered over the kid. he was an akita, a gentle giant- your parents always called him. valentine was a guard dog, and y/n's best friend since as long as she could recall; which was probably only a couple of years at the time.

as she walked down the sidewalk lining the beach, head held high and leash in hand, she was feeling good. she waved at neighbours, and only stopped to collect some pretty rocks a couple of times on the way toward the dock. the end was in sight- the halfway point of her walk where she would turn and go back to her parents who would inevitably hug her and tell her how proud they were.

she looked out at the marsh for just a second, when valentine let out a bark. before y/n could even turn her head to see what had him so upset, her whole, little body was yanked forward and she were face planting on the cement and rocks, leash falling from her grip as the big dog bolted away.

backtracking a little bit, around the same time you were beginning your walk, a little boy named pope heyward just cast his first reel off the dock, also not far from his parents home. this was his first taste of freedom too, coincidentally. he was proud, antsy to bring home a fish to his parents and throw it on his moms dining table and make a huge damn mess of it.

still, fifteen minutes later, he hadn't even had so much of a bite. he was sitting on the docks railing, fishing rod between his knees and under the edge of the old wood just like his father told him. it was a quiet afternoon, but it would soon be interrupted.

pope heard a dog bark behind him, a big, scary sounding thing followed by the sound of it's paws hitting the ground, and he turned to look just as it reached him at the railing, jumping up next to him and letting out another loud bark in his face which sent little pope screaming and falling off the edge into the shallow water, along with the rod.

just as he was sitting up, groaning with tears in his eyes, he saw a girl leaning over the edge where he was just sitting, big scary dog alongside her watching him as well. valentine would be laughing at him, if he could have been.

"hey, mister, are you okay?" y/n asked him, and then, a beautiful, lifelong friendship was born."

as your now father-in-law finishes recalling the story of how you and his son had first met in his toast, you had been laughing with tears in your eyes. you sat next to your new husband clad in a black suit, holding your hand in his on your lap.

"we were not pleased that pope came home with soaked and dirty clothes that day, but it was the first time of many after he started playing everyday with y/n and valentine." bobby laughed, tears forming in his eyes as well as he turns his eyes to you. "every day we counted our blessings that pope had found you, dear. an loyal friend at seven, a responsible girlfriend at sixteen, and now, our amazing daughter-in-law at twenty three."

pope squeezes your hand and you lean your head on his shoulder, smiling as you dab away the tears in your eyes.

"we love you both so much, and could not be more proud of the adults you've become. watching the two of you grow up together was a gift that we will forever be thankful for."

pope shakes his head with a smile, not trying much to hide his tears as you fan your eyes, looking up and trying not to cry anymore. you remember the story he told so vividly- it was the best day of your life. highly regarded because it was your first taste of independence, and ironically, the same day you met your other half.

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Today was a win// Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!oc

Saera and Aemond arrive at Dragonstone, after he decided on choosing Team Black out of her love for her. But Aemond is not welcome and Saera has to prove his good-will.

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The flight to Dragonstone was short, Rhaenyra saw the dragons at distance. She forbid Daemon or any of the boys to attack the moment they recognised Vhagar. She pointed to the smaller dragon by her side, it was Saera, her only daughter. They watched from the bridge, as Rhaenyra went to get Syrax. Luke, Jace, Baela, Rhaena and Daemon stood in line, watching, with weapons in their waist, the two dragons. Vhagar made a mess of stones when she landed and Aemond went down, making his way towards the Blacks. As they unsheathed their swords, Saera landed closer, making her brothers focusing on her instead, the swords wavering at her sight. When she came down, she walked with Aemond. She begged the boy with her eyes and he stood still, watching her and thinking. It was Jace the one who run to her sister, thinking she needed rescue, his sword up, but Syrax scream made him stop, Rhaenyra landed right in front of Aemond and Saera, leaving the bridge separated, Jace behind.

"What is the meaning of this, Aemond" asked the now Queen. Saera couldn't keep her eyes away from her, just as her mother could keep her eyes away from her daughter, even though she spoke towards Aemond.

"I come with no intentions of war, or violence, sister" he spoke.

"Half-sister, I remind you. Last time we saw you you spoke words of treason, vile accusations and you even dare hit your future King" she was angry, Saera saw her swollen belly and remembered, she didn't know still, she didn't know that Jace was now the prince of Dragonstone, that she was the Queen. She didn't know her father was dead.

"If you think toasting for your children is treason then you would be surprise about what's taking place in King's Landing" he said, half smirk. The girl stepped out, eying Aemond with a light scold.

"Saera, my girl. Tell me the truth." Begged her mother.

When the girl started to cry, Rhaenyra left Syrax, walked to her daughter and took her face on her hands. Aemond looked at the ground.

"Alicent will crown Aegon as King...she has decided it last night...The King, Viserys...he died in his sleeps, mother" she saw Rhaenyra's heart break in her own eyes, tears forming. She let go of her, as she scruched with a sudden pain. Saera grow scared and took her mother in her arms, screaming for help. The Blacks crossed the bridge as Syrax went far away. They all carried her to the castle, buy Daemon ordered guards to capture Aemond, not listening to the pleads of Saera.

Visenya was born too early, too weak, too violently. And Saera could only stare at her mother, covered in blood and rocking her little corpse. Luke and Jace spied with her aswell. She could take it anymore so she run from the place, looking for the cells.

When she arrived, the guards were willing to let her enter but Jace had followed her in silence, so he took her arm and turned her.

"What is this sudden urge to see him? Thought you hated him as much as we do" he was more angry than confused, Jace was a smart boy, he payed attention to her sister and knew her as the most gentle of the siblings. But he found that a weakness at some situations.

"Aemond is willing to protect me. He came because I asked him to."

"Don't be fooled, Saera. Aemond is cruel, you saw him at the dinner."

"I saw him everyday for my entire life, Jace. Don't you recall? I know him better than you..." she was now angry.

"They got you on their side, I see. I should have expected it. I'm sure you have come here with the eyes of our mother to speak the words of the Hightowers. I won't let you see him, sorry." He tried to push her away but she pushed him harder. He was surprised.

"I'm serious about his protection. He has never, ever, hurted me. He did something very hard for him, you need to understand. Alicent doesn't know it, he left everything to be with me... And I really like him, Jace. He has proven to be loyal to me, many times. You have to trust me, to support me. Please, as your sister...as your friend."

She saw Jace leaving, giving her a cold glare. He was angry, he won't accept it, but he left her alone at least for now, so she dried her incoming tears and walked her way to Aemond. She saw him there, sitting on the ground, a chain on both hands and looking at the window. He had blood coming of his nose and when he saw her, a smirk formed on his sharp face. He stood and got near.

"What happened?" She asked, cleaning the blood with her sleeve.

"Some of your mother's guards are cunts..."

"You pulled a fight, didn't you?"

"I don't find the chains useful, just wanted then to see...they don't listen very much."

"Now they got a reason to chain you up." She smiled.

"Totally worthy."

He saw her smile disappeared, her hands dropped of his face and he remembered everything that happened moments ago.

"My sister Visenya is dead."

"She was never alive, Saera... Grieve for the living, not the dead."

"My mother is destroyed. She has lost too much in a single morning."

"But she gained you back" cheered Aemond, caressing her delicate fingers as well as he could with the chains. "Do you think they will kill me?"

"Don't you dare think that!" She panicked. "Mother will listen to me and if not--"

"I don't mind, my princess...I just want to be burned down, like a proper Targaryen. I'll die satisfied knowing the last thing I did was taking you were you belong."

"I made you a promise. If mother says no, we will fly away, remember?"

"I remember... A part of me wishes for that reality, to be alone in a little house, with blonde babies and even a few sheeps. And I would take you home the pretiest ring in the land, I just needed Vhagar to appear in the air to scare the poor seller. And we could swim on the lake...maybe we could win Dorne if you are bored"

"Our ancestors wouldn't aprove, they failed and they were three dragons."

"Yes...but not Visenya neither Rhaenys were as charming as you. I'm sure if you blink with those pretty lashes of yours we get the king leaving the keys of the palace at your hands." He smiled as she chucked.

She didn't think twice, she put her head in between the metal barriers and kissed Aemond on the lips, softly but intense, their hands holding. They locked their mouths, taking on eachothers essence and not feeling the need of breathing. The guards were approaching and they separated. Aemond could see Saera growing tense and he stroke her hands. They broke Aemond out of the cell, but he was dragged by them. The Velaryon girl followed behind.

They great hall of Dragonstone was lighted by the fire, as the night had already appeared and light was out. Daemon stood there, his sword in his hand, prepared for justice or so it seemed. Jace and Luke in each side of the step-father and court guards everywhere. Baela and Rhaena were there too, and they seemed to be the only ones who saw Saera, as they took her carefully by the hands, pulling them close, not behind Aemond. Baela caressed her arm, sensing the stress of her step-sister.

"Prince Aemond Targaryen, tell us, loud and clear. Have you supported your mother's believes and plots?" Asked Daemon.

"I have supported them, yes." He confessed, no expression in his face.

"You were aware of that cunt of Otto Hightower's plan to put Aegon in the throne, is that true?"

"Yes, I was aware...weren't all of you?" He mocked. The air grow even more tense.

"Did you help to put your drunk of a brother in the position he doesn't deserve?" Daemon got closer to the Prince.

"Yes, I did."

"You have said of your nephews that they were bastards several times, is that true?"

"Yes, I did."

He started to pull up his sword, pointing it close to Aemond's upper body.

"You were willing to betray your sister Rhaenyra. You were willing to kill your kin on the following war the crowing of Aegon would cause. Is that true?"

"No, I would never."

"Why did you fly here?"

"I wanted to left King's Landing. Leaving Saera safe."

"If that's true, why in the Seven hells did your let things go so far?" Asked Jace.

"I didn't know I had a reason to leave. Helping my sister means betraying my mother, boy. I guess it must be easier for you." He looked at his nephew with hate.

"I don't buy it, kid." Said Daemon. "I know men like you, bitter and eager for power, a terrible combination. You are just like me, untrustworthy. But, at least I know my color. But you...you are a risk."

"Father!" Called Rhaena, seeing how Saera couldn't properly breath, paralaized by the scene. "If you hurt Aemond, every single supporter of Aegon will come for us."

"Sorry, my child...but I'm afraid the war has started already." He turned to Aemond. "Kneel, Prince Aemond. Kneel and speak your last words."

Just as Aemond started to do as he was told, Saera started to scream, hold tight by her the two sisters. Daemon prepare for strike but the girl escaped. Saera. She ran from the hold of the girls, she put herself in front of the sword. Thank the gods, Daemon was slower, or the girl was quicker, she stopped the swing, the blade held in between her hands. Because he stopped in time, the cut was deep but her hands kept it together, her fingers still united, the flesh as one. But she was bleeding, a lot. Everyone was holding their breaths and Daemon's eyes were stuck on her, as she cried. "Don't, please, don't kill him."

Aemond could only see her beautiful hair, and the blood on the floor, he grew scared, not seeing well were the sword had been stopped. It wasn't on his neck, that was for sure. She has saved his life. He was relived when he heard her speak, she was crying but she was alive. Jace approached them, pushing Daemon aside.

"Saera, stay away, let me deal with this." Said Daemon.

"We should wait for mother, nothing will happen as long as he's a prisioner. Saera, go with the maester" commanded Jace.

"No, no, he won't be a prisioner. He is family, he won't hurt us." Insisted the girl.

"Mother!" Called Luke. Everyone turned, Rhaenyra, dressed up in black, hair undone, with a little limp and dead eyes, walked to the room. Luke run to help her.

"Who allowed this execution without justice?" She screamed.

"Mother, we were interrogating Prince Aemond and--" said Jace.

"They were going to kill him!" Protested Saera. Rhaenyra saw her bloody hands, the blood stained her dress and even her white her. This made something in Rhaenyra awake.

"Saera! What happened to you?" She holded her daughter tight. "Who did this?"

"I was preventing him to cause chaos, Rhaenyra, we can't trust him" Daemon was excusing himself.

"And you almost kill my daughter at your preventions." She looked then at Aemond, who was still kneel on the ground, his face was now a concern one. "Aemond, tell us, tell us why we should trust you."

Aemond didn't left the ground. He looked at Saera's red eyes and red hands. "I have always held love for your daughter, Rhaenyra. Long before Lucaerys Velaryon took my eye" Luke stared at the ground. "So even though I might not have much admiration for your other sons, even though you, sister, has never cared for me, not even father did, I had loved her all this years. But people thought of me as less of a man. Even though I'm not. The only person who treated me with respect has been my mother and Saera. But your daughter made me see a future, as with my mother I only saw dumb sacrifices, she's willing to put my brother on the throne knowing well he's a cruel drunker. I have decided to take my life for my own,doing as I please, getting what I deserve, and Saera has decided to join me. She told me to beg for your forgiveness, promising me you would leave us be happy. She believes in you, and because of that, so do I."

Rgaenyra looked at her daughter, who smiled softly at the prince. "Saera, do you want me to forgive him?"

"Yes, mother, please."

"Aemond, are you willing to serve me?"

"Yes, half-sister. I'm still on my knees, in front of my Queen and Princess."

The now Queen thought about it, watching her daughters pleading eyes, such a good girl, never giving a problem. She was now asking for this one thing. She has never, in any of her letters mention Aemond's mistreatment, she has mentioned thought, about her admiration for him. Ever since she was a baby, even Rhaenyra saw glips of a caring Aemond around Saera. Maybe this was true. Maybe they should take the risk. The last thing she wanted was to lose another daughter, and he has protected her all this years.

"Guards, unchain him. Prepare a room for him and of he wish to leave let him, if he wish to stay--" she looked at Daemon. "Let him stay."

Daemon dissappeared while Aemond was freed, everyone saw Saera hugging the Prince, and he hugged her back. The embrace was long, she even stained Aemond with her hands and when she ache loudly by the cuts, it was Aemond the one pushing her towards her sisters.

"Let them take care of that, Saera, please. I'm just gonna fly Vhagar in a safer place, I'm not going away..." she nodded. He watched her being carefully held by Rhaena, following the maester. Rhaenyra asked Luke and Jace to walk her to her room and so they did. The hall went back to normal.

Once in the room of the maester, Rhaena kept Saera company. Trying to distract her from the pain of the stiches. Luke walked in too a bit later. He had a bad time seeing her sister suffering but he stayed close to her, caressing her arms.

"You can swear all you want, sister. I promise I won't tell mother." He offered, making her laugh. She took the offer though, it felt better to express the pain that way. Suddenly, Aemond entered the room, making Luke incredibly uncomfortable and leaving with Rhaena.

"I never thought you even knew those words." he said, sitting with her.

"I know, not very lady-like of me...I should have grown accostume to this..." she remembered when Aegon bit her hand barely a day ago.

"I'm sorry you got hurt. It was my fault" he took the already covered hands, with delicacy.

"Aemond, it was my family the one trying to behead you there. It's me the one who wronged you...It's me the one who asked you to leave your family."

"What our family do or doesn't do is nothing for us." He said, seeing the maester finishing his work. The old man said goodbye to them, bowing and exited the place.

"I don't think there are words to express how much it means for me everything you have done." She let Aemond kiss her now covered hands.

"I wound be happy simply by having your hand in marriage" he said, kissing her neck this time.

"Well...I would love too, but we need to take things step by step."

"Today was a win."

"Today was a win, indeed" she said. They kissed, the most intense kiss they have ever give eachother. This time, Aemond moved his lips to her neck again, leaving a trace around her her cheeks and collarbone.

"Aemond..." she tried to concentrate. But he kept on kissing her. "Aemond listen...I now the next step to get my mother's approval". Then, Aemond stopped giving her a last peck on the lips before focusing on her. "You need to make peace with Luke."

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