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Chapter 15:

You can see it with the lights out: You are in love…

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Note: I changed the racing calendar, I switched Miami with Imola

As I walked down the stairs the door opened and Mum and Dad, together with Sissy and Liam walked through the door, apparently coming straight from the airport, they looked at me confused. Sissy grabbed Liam by the hand and they disappeared in the living room, with Liam asking confused what’s going on. But Sissy just shushed him and they were gone.

"When did you arrive?" Mum asked.

"Where were you?" Dad asked.

"Yesterday. And where was I supposed to be?" I answered and Mum and Dad exchanged some glances.

"Where were you supposed to be? Maybe still in Australia like you said? Or maybe in the plane with us? Or no wai…" Dad begun but I shrugged my shoulders, walking past them into the kitchen "Lizzie?"

"I had to leave earlier…" I said and opened up the fridge.

"Oh? Is that it? You had to leave earlier?" Dad sounded mad.

"Yup." I wanted to squeeze past him but he didn’t let me through.

"What happened? Why did Charles look like he went through the worst night ever, telling us that you left with the first plane in the morning because you had to go to the factory, doing some simulator work?" Dad asked, knowing that he caught us lying.

"Umm I… I mixed up the dates, I’m supposed to be there tomorrow, but Pete already texted me that it’s not necessary before Friday…" I lied and Dad scoffed.

"You said you would stay with Charles in Australia for some days?" Mum asked and I shrugged my shoulders again.

"I know, but Debbie’s nursery school dance is this week and I promised her to come" I lied again and made a mental note to call Andrea right away when I got back to my room.

"Oh, that’s sweet." Mum said although she looked still a little unconvinced.

"Yep, it’s on Thursday. So yeah, I should better check in with Andrea what to wear!" and with that I grabbed my orange juice from the fridge and went back to my room. I could hear how they discussed whether or not I’m telling the truth, but Dad was convinced I was lying.

As I checked my phone I saw 13 more missed calls, 21 iMessages, 15 WhatsApp messages and 9 Instagram DMs from Charles. My stomach clenched and I unlocked my phone right as Pierre called, but I ignored it. He was probably still with Charles. But I needed space. What happened was clearly the alcohol taking over. And with the next race coming up being a new track where no real simulator data or whatsoever existed, I had to focus on Miami. Not on the mistake Charles and I made. Both drunk. Both not knowing what we were doing. End of the story. But whenever I closed my eyes I saw Charles face. Charles how he smiled at me on the podium. Charles how he hugged me after the race. Charles how he swallowed hard when I showed him my outfit for our celebration in some Melbourne club. Charles how he danced with me. Charles body grinding against mine. Charles intense gaze. Charles pulling me with him in a dark corner. Charles pushing me against the wall. Charles smile after our first kiss. Charles face when I pushed him off of me. Charles heartbroken face when I left him at the airport standing. Charles. Only Charles. Always in my mind. I let myself fall into my pillows, face first and screamed.

Charles POV:

"Charles? Hey? Charles, are you o…?" Pierre began but when he looked at my face he immediately fell silent.

"She’s really gone, Pierre. I begged her to stay… but she left anyway…" I whispered and walked past him. Sitting down on the bed.

"Give her some time… she’s scared, like you said…" Pierre sat down next to me.

"No. It feels different. It feels like I’m losing her…" I whispered and I felt a peng in my chest, my breathing ragged. Tears prickling my eyes. It was over. I lost her. There’s no coming back from this.

"Don’t say that! You and Lizzie belo-…" Pierre began as I interrupted him.

"There’s no Lizzie and I. Not anymore. I destroyed it." my voice sounded void just as how I felt "You can go back to your room now. It’s okay. I’m okay…" I got up and walked towards the bathroom "Thanks Pierre, for being here for me…" with that I disappeared and locked the door. After a couple of moments I heard the room door closing and I sat on the floor, pulled my knees up to my chest. I destroyed everything. Our friendship. Our families. Everything. I tried to call her again, I just needed to tell her that I’m sorry, but the call got straight to her voicemail. I leaned my head back into the called tiles and let the anxiety and pain of the last hours fully consume me.

I packed my suitcase, threw everything in that Lizzie forgot to pack and left the hotel room. Lied to her parents. Hugged them goodbye. Tried to call her again and again, texted her. Nothing. I flew back to Maranello earlier than planned, speaking to no one. Joris and Andrea exchanged worried glances but I ignored them.

I focused on Miami. Racing was the only thing I had left now.

"Charles? Can we talk?" Joris asked as he sat down on the sofa and I looked up from my notebook.

"Yeah? What’s up?" I said and closed the book, laying it down next to me.

"I wanted to ask you the same… what happened in Australia?" he looked worried.

"Have you talked to Pierre?" I asked and he looked at me confused.

"No? Why?"

"It’s nothing. I’m okay. Don’t worry!" I replied and took my book back from the sofa.

"But we are worried? You have said maybe 5 sentences in total in the last 3 days, you look horrible, what’s going on?" he asked.

"I’m fine, okay? I need to focus on racing. That’s it." I sighed and opened my notebook again, signalling that the conversation was over for me. He looked at me for a minute before he got up and left. I took my phone out, looked at her contact info, thumb hovering over the screen. Should I call her again? Maybe try it again? Maybe there was still some hope left? I swallowed hard. No.

My flat felt cold and empty as I walked past the pictures on the wall. Flashbacks of how Lizzie said that if I wanted to hang up some pictures I should make them all the same size, the same clean frame, photographs in black and white to keep it quiet and not busy on the eye. I stood in front of the picture Joris took of us, at the lookout, one of my favourite spots in Monaco. Lizzie’s as well. I didn’t know how long I stood there, staring at the picture. But as my phone rang I was startled. I accepted the call, but my throat was tight and I almost couldn’t speak.

"Yeah?" I croaked out.

"Charles? Are you okay?" Lorenzo. I swallowed hard.

"Umm… yeah, fine." I said and walked into my living room, sitting down on the sofa.

"Can I come over? There are some things we need to decide for All Time." he asked and I leaned back.

"Sure." I closed my eyes "I’m here."

"Alright, I’ll be there in 20 minutes?" he said.

"Yup."

"Woah! Are you sure you’re okay?" Lorenzos first words when I opened the door.

"Wow… thanks, good to see you too." I mumbled and walked back into kitchen, grabbing some water and glasses.

"Sorry, but you look horrible? Are you getting sick?" he asked as he sat down on the sofa, looking intently at me.

"Don’t think so, no." I said and poured us our water "So, what needs to be done?"

He looked at me for another moment before he shook his head slightly and dived right into talking business. I didn’t listen, not really. My mind occupied by Lizzie. How beautiful she looked in her dress. Her pink cheeks when we were dancing. Her surprised look when I pulled her with me into this dark corner. That little sigh I took right off of her lips. Her lips. Soft and sweet. Her body melting into mine. Her smell. Always the same for years. Something tropical, like coconut, mango and pineapple, mixed with the smell of fresh laundry and a tinge of lime, that little spritz of excitement. I never felt this good in my entire life. Winning the championship wouldn’t even compare to it. My heart rate going through the wall because for one moment I thought I was on top of the world, having everything I ever wanted. But the look in her eyes as she pushed me off of her. That fear. It sent shivers done my spine. Because that was the moment I probably lost her forever.

"Charles? Hey?" Lorenzo snapped his fingers in front of my face and I blinked in confusion "Okay what’s going on? What happened in Australia? Don’t give me that look. Speak up!"

"Nothing happened!" I insisted, going for my glass of water but spilling it in the process "Fuck!" I jumped up to get a towel but I tripped, ending up knocking over the little trophy I got from Liam for my birthday last year. Best uncle in the world. How proud Liam was as he handed it to me, telling me it took him almost 2 days to make it, even tho Lizzie helped him a little, just to reveal later that Lizzie did the most work and it actually only took almost 2 days because the clay had to dry over night. I watched as the trophy tumbled down the little side table and ended up on the floor. Shattering into pieces. I choked.

"No. No. No. No." I whispered as I knelt down looking at the pieces "No. God. Please. No. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry."

I didn’t felt the tears that were streaming down my face or Lorenzo kneeling down next to me. I just looked at the broken pieces that resembled what I’ve done to Lizzie and our families and felt crestfallen.

"Come here…" Lorenzo whispered, pulling me into a hug and I let out a heartfelt sob. I let it all out. I cried the tears that I tried to hold in for dear life over the past few days. Sobbing and whimpering. Lorenzo only held me close, gently rubbing my back, telling me that everything was going to be okay. But it wasn’t going to be okay. I made sure of that.

I opened my eyes and looked around, I was curled up on the floor, head on a pillow, blanket covering me, Lorenzo sitting next to me, rubbing my back every now and then. He scrolled through his phone as I slowly sat up, he looked up from his screen. Silently he handed me a glass of water and I downed it in one big gulp. My throat was sore, my head pounding. He poured me another glass which I also gulped down in one go. I rubbed my eyes and groaned when I saw how late it was. I slept for almost 2 hours. I looked around frantically, the pieces of the trophy. Where were they.

"I put everything I could find in a bowl, on the table." Lorenzo said and I looked for said bowl.

"Thanks." I whispered, voice hoarse and I cleared my throat.

"Can we talk about what happened? And I’m not talking about the broken trophy. No, I mean in general? Why was Sissy asking me if you’re alright? She didn’t hear from you since Australia and Lizzie is acting strange as well? Joris said you were awfully quiet these past days in Maranello? Your sim work has seen better results? And now I come here and you look like you haven’t slept in days, your not focused and you break down over a broken trophy? I know Liam made it for you. I know it’s sad, but you cried for almost 30 minutes straight before you fell asleep on the floor… what happened in Australia between you and Lizzie?" Lorenzo looked at me insistently. I leaned back against the sofa, ruffling my hair before I took a deep breath.

"I messed up, Enzo. Big time. I don’t know if she will ever forgive me…" I whispered and he chuckled a little.

"I think you underestimate how much Lizzie loves you… so, what did you do?" he asked and I sighed and then I told him everything. The club, the kiss, the devastation, the showdown at the airport, the alone time back in our hotel room, the family the next morning, the hundreds of unanswered calls and texts. Everything.

"And what are you going to do now?" Lorenzo asked and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Ask her for forgiveness? Ask her to forget what happened? Try to mo…" I began but he slapped the back of my head "Ouch! What the fuck?"

"Wrong answer! You’re not that stupid, come on! Try again!" his voice was firm.

"I don’t know, okay? What am I supposed to do? Maybe I misjudged everything and she never reciprocated my feelings and she’s…" I began again. SMACK. "Seriously if you slap me one more time I’m going to…"

"You’re going to what? Fight me? Good! At least then I know that there is still some fighter mentality left in you! Charles, she loves you! You know it. I know it. Everyone knows it. She was scared! You know what it will mean if you guys officially start dating? The media will come for her! Not you! Her! Of course she’s freaking out a little! But that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t love you! You are one of the smartest people I know, for gods sake, she’s one of the smartest people I know… and still you guys are so unbelievably stupid! And blind! Get your shit together! Fight for her!" Lorenzo said and I looked at him for a while, thinking about his words.

"But what if loving her isn’t enough? What if I can’t give her what she deserves? What she needs? What if I can’t protect her from all the shit that will happen?" I almost whispered and he grabbed my arm, making me look at him.

"Isn’t she worth the fight?" he held my gaze.

"She’s worth everything." I choked out.

"Did she ever gave up on you before?" Lorenzo asked and I swallowed hard.

"No. Never…" I whispered, blinking tears away.

"Then you shouldn’t give up on her now." he said and got up "You have a girl and a race to win this weekend."

He was right. I had to fight.

"So you’re telling me that you and Charles kissed. Finally, after what? 10 years of crushing hard on him? And your reaction was to flee the freaking country?" Shima’s look was almost comical, Andrea just shook her head.

"I know you since you’re 5 Lizzie and I remember how you told me the first time about Charles when you were like 7? 8? And even back then I thought that you had a huge crush on him! Why did you run away?" Andrea asked and handed Debbie another apple slice.

"Because if he’s not feeling the same, our friendship is over when he knows that I’m in love with him!" I say and they both groan.

"How can you be so, Debbie cover your ears sweetie, thanks. How can you be so fucking blind? Charles is as much in love with you as you’re with him! He always was in love with you! Since I know him! God even during his stupid relationship with the devils spawn he was so madly in love with you! Why do you think Camille hated you so much?" Shima whisper shouted and Andrea nodded in agreement.

"Are you telling me that you never felt the chemistry between you? The sparks flying like crazy? Do you really think it’s normal for best friends being this close? This touchy? Almost intimate? Haven’t you seen how Charles always looked at you?" Andrea said and I swallowed hard "God, sometimes I’m even jealous of you guys! Simon and I work out perfectly, we’re in sync and happily in love. But next to you guys? Your chemistry? Pffff. We’re not anywhere close to that level of intimacy!"

"Let’s say he feels the same? What if it’s not working out between us? What if we both feel after a month or two that we’re not working out together? Our friendship would be ruined!" I whispered and Andrea sighed.

"Lizzie, you and Charles basically were kinda dating since forever! You just didn’t realise it. You spent most of your free time with him, he was always the first one you called whenever something was happening in your life, he was always the first one you thought about in the morning, the last one you thought about at night, if you’re being honest with yourself! And for him it was most definitely the same!" Andrea said and I looked conflicted.

"I don’t know, okay? I can’t think about this right now! There are other things that come first! The race! Dads birthday! The media and practically half of Social Media still hating on me even after I finished 2 out of 3 races on the podium! As a rookie!" I said and Shima just shook her head, but said nothing. Why won’t they understand why I was scared?

Miami was different, to say the least. It was hot, humid. A lot was going on off track. I arrived on Tuesday with Dad, Sissy and Liam. I had to attend some events from sponsors, do another Audi Challenge with Valtteri and then of course the press conference on Thursday, where I was unfortunately in the same group as Charles. I had successfully managed to avoid him over the past 2 days, we only saw each other at breakfast where I pretended that everything was fine, so that no one got suspicious, but all streaks of luck must end and as I walked into the conference room he looked at me and gestured to the empty seat next to him. I pretended I hadn’t seen it and sat down between Lewis and Seb. In the corner of my eye I could see Charles looking defeated.

"Trouble in paradise?" Seb whispered and I looked at him confused. "Usually you two are like thick as thieves? And today you walk in, separately, not even looking at him and then sitting next to me instead of him?"

"It’s nothing, Seb, really! It’s just that the media is a bit annoying, constantly painting us as the new F1 It-couple. Questioning if he used his connections to get his 'girlfriend' into F1. I just want to race. So yeah we’ll lay low now for a bit." I answered but Seb didn’t look convinced but said nothing. Lewis next to me just chuckled.

"But you’re cute together and his Insta post? Come on! Let the media talk and be happy! Because let’s be honest? Neither of you looks happy right now…" he said and I looked at Charles who sat in his chair, slumped, staring at his hands with blank eyes. I swallowed down the lump in my throat, while checking discreetly Charles‘ Instagram. I recognised the picture immediately, the memories of it playing in the back of my mind. Never let you go. I had to blink away the tears and took a deep breath while putting my phone back in my pocket. Why can’t this press conference be over just now. I had to go. Be alone. Calm down. Think.

"Lizzie! Lizzie! DAMN IT, LIZZIE!" Charles yelled and I flinched "Would you please stop running away from me?"

I slowly turned around and the look on his face nearly broke my heart, pain, inflicted by me.

"Charles, please not here. Not now. I’m already late…" I began but he only shook his head.

"I tried to call you like a thousand times! Texts, What’sApp, I even wrote you in fucking Instagram! But you just ignored it all, so we will talk, now!" he said and his voice was more pleading then demanding.

"There is nothing to talk about, we were both drunk, it happened! It meant nothing. End of the story! And now I go…" I began but Charles just scoffed.

"It happened? Just like that? Ok, let’s blame the alcohol after the race in the club. Fine. But if it really meant nothing, why did you flee the country? In the middle of the night? So headless you forgot almost half of your stuff at the hotel? Including your fucking passport that I had to bring you? And instead of talking to me you boarded a plane, leaving me standing at the airport! With no explanation?" although he had every right to be mad, his words weren’t said in spite, he sounded genuinely hurt.

"You’re right, okay? It was a dick move! I was just… I was confused, scared, because I didn’t wanted it to be awkward between us, you know? I wanted it to be like nothing ever happened. You and I. Our friendship. Back to normal. Back to us." I answered and he only shook his head.

"Back to normal? What normal? To the normal of all the almost kisses over the last years? When one of us pulled away in the last second? Back to all those moments, basically our entire life, when we could feel that this connection between us is so much more than just a normal friendship, that it’s simply lo…" he began as Julie shouted my name from across the paddock.

"I have to go." I whispered and turned to leave as Charles grabbed my wrist.

"If you would only allow yourself to feel it too and not be scared for once…" he said, then he let go of my hand and walked away.

With a pounding heart I walked towards Julie, because we would do our second Audi Challenge, this time "Finish the Lyrics".

I sat with Valtteri in our hospitality, Julie explaining us the rules, Walt set up the camera. I wasn’t really listening but I knew I had to smile through the video and tried my best to not think about what Charles had said, I had to play my part and be the bubbly and energetic Lizzie that they knew, otherwise I wouldn’t hear the end of it.

“Ok, I’ll play a song and at a random part I will stop and the first of you who hit their buzzer has to finish the lyrics, if you’re correct you’ll get a point, if you’re wrong your opponent gets the point… understood?”Julie explained and I nodded, Valtteri gave a thumbs up. Julie started the first song.

Union's been on strike, he's down on his luck

It's tough, so tough

Gina works the diner all day

Working for her man, she brings home her pay for love. Mmm, for love

She says…

I hit the buzzer just a millisecond before Valtteri.

"We've gotta hold on to what we've got. It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not. We got each other, and that's a lot for love. We'll give it a shot" I looked at Julie and she nods.

"Correct, that’s one point for Lizzie! Just one sentence is enough, you don’t have to sing the half song!" Julie laughed and I looked at her shocked.

"It’s Bon Jovi! YOU HAVE TO SING THE ENTIRE SONG!" I exclaimed and Valtteri laughed and nodded agreeing.

"One sentence is enough! Next song…” Julie said and I sighed.

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway

I heard the mission bell

And I was thinking to myself…

I was thinking hard for the the lyrics but before I could react, Valtteri already hit his buzzer.

"This could be Heaven or this could be Hell" he finished the lyrics and Julie clapped her hand.

"And that’s a point for Valtteri!" she said and I laughed.

"I was just thinking of if when you hit the buzzer!"

We played for 6 more rounds and in the end I won with 5:3.

"So guys, that’s it from us! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed it crushing the Finisher!" I said into the camera and Valtteri only laughed and bumped me with his shoulder. Walt stopped the recording and Julie was happy.

"Yup that was good! Thanks you two, you’re done for today!" she said as we both got up and walked out.

"See you tomorrow, Lizzie!" Valtteri said and I nodded and smiled as he walked away. I took out my phone, opened Uber and wanted to order a car, as someone pinched my side and I flinched and turned around to see who it was.

"Fuck! Seb! You can’t do that! I almost had a heart attack!" I said in German and he laughed.

"Sorry! You ok?" Seb asked and I laughed "All good between you and Charles? I saw you after the press conference…"

"It’s nothing, really. We’re having a different opinion on something but nothing serious!" I lied and Seb nodded slowly.

"You want my opinion? What you and Charles have, that’s unique, that’s something not many people find in their life’s… don’t throw it away because of a disagreement!" he said and I looked up at him "Anyways, how do you like Miami so far?"

"Hot? Humid? Too many people? Too many events?" I answered honestly and he nodded.

"So true! But the track itself looks like a lot of fun!" he replied "Come on, I’ll drive you to your hotel." I nodded thankfully and together we left.

"What’s wrong with you and Charles?" Dad asked as I prepared for qualifying "We’re here since Tuesday, you’re having separate rooms and use them both, I only saw him at breakfast! And I haven’t seen you two talk at all?"

"Dad, I think you forget that we’re not teammates anymore? I can’t hang out with him all the time?" I said and rolled my eyes.

"Yeah sure! Try that again. What’s wrong with you and Charles? Did you guys had have a fight?" he asked again and I just groaned.

Right on cue Pete appeared to talk something through with me and I looked at Dad apologetic.

"So, what’s wrong with our two lovebirds?" Sissy asked Dad, but he only shook his head.

"She said nothing, but we both know that’s a lie…" he answered and they watched me as I got in the car.

P9. What a shit result. I just couldn’t get a lap done. I climbed out of the car and Mick stood next to me.

"Tough track…" he said and I only shook my head.

"Not much grip and the downforce? Didn’t expect that." I answered and we walked together to our weighing. I could see Charles getting out of his car and how Carlos and Max congratulated him. I took my receipt from the weighing and followed Mick to Charles. I hugged Max first, nudged Carlos shoulder and then I stood in front of Charles. He looked at me with a smile but I knew it wasn’t a real one, his eyes stayed cold and I saw the hurt in them, but most importantly, he didn’t look me in the eyes, something behind me was his focal point.

"Congrats Charles." I said and hugged him, he only patted my back twice and then let go of me, it felt cold.

"Thanks Lizzie" he said and turned away to get his towel, I left with Mick.

"Are you guys okay?" he asked and I sighed.

"We had a little disagreement, but nothing serious." I replied and Mick nodded.

After the team briefing I gathered my belongings and left the paddock as fast as possible.

I walked straight into Pierre who looked annoyed.

"Lizzie." he said tight lipped, turning to walk away and I scoffed.

"What?" I asked and Pierre only shook his head "Oh come on! You shouldn’t pick a side here!"

"I’m not picking a side Lizzie, but would I do it, it would be his side for sure and you know why! I don’t care what happened before, but you left him at the airport, after he basically saved your ass! You have no idea how he was when he came back to the hotel. You left him! HIM! You did the one thing he’s the most afraid of, being left alone… and then you ignored him! Grow the fuck up, Lizzie and admit what we all already know!" he just said and then walked away.

"That’s unfair!" I almost yelled but he just shrugged his shoulders and kept walking.

I almost sprinted to my car and drove back to the hotel.

Back in my room I took a shower and sat down on the bed. We kissed, in the club, both drunk. But what did it mean? It felt good, it felt right. It felt like our bodies just belonged together. It felt like home. But what about our friendship? Could we risk losing it for what exactly? The thought alone, losing him, his family, even his friends, was scaring me enough to tell myself we shouldn’t be doing it. But if it’s so wrong, then why did it felt so right? I laid down, my head spinning. I had to think of Pierre’s words, he was right. I did the one thing Charles was most afraid of. I left him. After I promised him in the past again and again that I would never leave him. And then I left him standing at the airport. Him out of all people. How could I do that? What was wrong with me! I felt tears prickling in my eyes and closed them. Taking a deep breath. Do I love Charles? Yes. Am I in love with Charles? Yes. Do I want him as my boyfriend? Yes. Do I picture a future with him by my side? Yes. Do I want to grow old with him? Have children? A house? A dog? Basically everything just with him? YES. Am I afraid about the consequences if this is nothing more than just a stupid crush? Yes. Is it more than just a stupid crush? Yes. But would the media bash me for dating a fellow driver? Yes. Would they call me all kinds of names? A paddock bunny? Yes. Would they keep up the narrative of me being only here because of Charles? Yes. Would everything I ever fought for be diminished? Yes. Not for the first time in the last weeks I screamed into my pillow. After a while I had exhausted myself and fell asleep.

I woke up. Cold sweat on my face. Breathing shallow. Body all tensed up. Paralysed. It happened again. The first time in months. I tried to calm myself down. But the thoughts all returned and I felt the tears streaming down the sides of my face. Why must it happen before a race? On an unknown track? When my mind was already in shambles over the situation with Charles. How I hurt him and how he must hate me now? Why now? Panic began to rise.

"Lizzie? You’re still in bed? Get up! You overslept!" Dad woke me up, Liam jumping on my bed.

I stirred and sat up slowly, my muscles aching, head pounding. Whole body tense. I felt exhausted and like throwing up as Dad opened the curtains.

"Come on! You need to get ready!" Dad said and I scrambled out of bed. Then I hugged him and kissed his cheek.

"Happy Birthday, Pops! Give me 15 minutes." I said and grabbed an Audi hoodie, some jeans and went straight for the bathroom. I took a deep breath and jumped under the shower, got out and gave my best to look at least decent. I felt like a tank rolled over me. Twice. But I couldn’t show it. Just smile and get it over with.

"Alright, let’s go!" I said, storming out of the bathroom, grabbing my phone, access pass and sunglasses.

"Where’s your Audi kit?" Dad asked and scoffed as he saw my jeans "And why do you young people need to wear jeans that cost a fortune but are destroyed? Make it make sense? It’s less fabric so it should cost less!"

"Dad! I’m not having a discussion about style whatsoever with you now! Not on your birthday where I have to be nice to you! And at the hospitality I will change into a proper team shirt! But for now, let’s go!" and we left my hotel room. As we stepped into the elevator it drove up two floors and as it opened Charles, Joris and Andrea stood in front of us.

"Charlie!" Liam screeched and bolted straight into his arms.

"Hey Bubba! Excited for today?" Charles asked him and Liam nodded and they got into the elevator.

"Happy Birthday, Pops!" Charles said and patted his shoulder and Dad just smiled. I hugged Joris and Andrea who then preceded to congratulate Dad as well. I pressed a smile at Charles, who gave me an awkward side hug and I was more than happy that he had Liam in his arms.

"I see, you’re Lizzie’s supporter number 1 today!" Charles laughed and pointed at my team merch Liam was wearing, cap, shirt and shoes.

"But look, I’m wearing your Ferrari bracelet!" Liam showed Charles the bracelet and Charles’ smile got bigger.

"How lucky we are, to have you as our supporter!" he laughed and the rest laughed with him, all but me. I focused on the floor, feeling dizzy and slightly overwhelmed.

"Alright, let’s cut to the point… what is going on here?" Dad asked bluntly and looked between me and Charles. I sighed and Charles just shook his head.

"What do you mean?" he asked and Andrea just groaned while Joris sighed.

"You two? Since Australia you don’t speak, no Lizzie don’t look at me like that, when you’re on the phone together literally half Ludwigsburg can hear you… since we arrived we only saw you at breakfast… so? What’s going on here?" Dad said and I only shook my head.

"We had a little disagreement. We both are stubborn. End of the story." I said and as the elevator door opened I was the first one to exit, almost sprinting away.

"Little disagreement my ass!" I could hear Dad saying but I stormed through the door.

"You’re late!" JK greeted me as I stepped out the hotel, I looked up at him and he hugged me "Where’s the rest?"

"They’re coming, where’s the car?" I asked as a bright green Audi RS8 parked in front of us "I hate him! I said I don‘t want that car! Everyone will stare at us!" Felix thought it was hilarious to always send me a car in the brightest colours, just to annoy me.

"Ooouuhhh! Nice ride!" Joris said behind me and I groaned.

"You wanna drive it?" I joked and shook my head. "Come on, JK. We gotta go. Dad, your car is coming in… oh there it is."

"I wanna go with Charlie!" Liam whined as Charles sat him down.

"That’s not possible, Liam! Charles will only have space for one person!" Sissy explained as Liam pouted.

"That’s unfair! We haven’t seen Charlie for so long!" he mumbled and my heart broke. Charles took the key from the attendant and threw it to Andrea.

"You guys take the F40, I’ll drive with Liam and Co." he said and Liams eyes began to sparkle "Come on, Bubba!" he took his hand and he got into the van, followed by Sissy and Dad.

"Damn, I understand why everyone always says he’s made out of boyfriend material… he’s the jackpot when it comes to boyfriends… just saying." JK chuckled and got into the car. I watched how the van drove off and Liam waved, I waved back, locking eyes with Charles for a moment, he only smiled sadly and then focused on something Liam said.

"I hate Miami!" I grumbled and got into the car. Headache getting worse by the second, the tension in my body growing. f1 has posted a new story

During the whole drivers parade, the build-up, starting procedure, everything I could feel Charles eyes on me and as I made my way to the back where my car was he walked up to me.

"Lizzie! Lizzie! Listen! What happened happened and we need to talk about it, please stay, I just… Fuck Lizzie! We said we never race when we’re mad at each other! So come on! Please!" he pleaded and walked next to me. I slowly turned and looked at him, his pleading eyes making my knees go wobbly. I nodded slowly.

"Drive safe. Drive fast. Drive to win!" we both said, our mantra for years, we usually said it somewhere more private, but still. We said it before every race in the past.

"Thank you!" he whispered as he pulled me into a tight hug "I’m sorry, ma belle!" he looked at me for a second but my throat felt tight. He just nodded, a tinge of sadness in his eyes, then he walked back to the front of the grid, to his car, waiting on pole for him.

"I’m sorry, too…" I whispered and turned around, preparing myself.

"Radio check." Pete said but I didn’t listen, I thought about what Charles said, what happened happened and we needed to talk about it. Do we? And why do I feel so hot out of the blue?

"Lizzie? Radio check?" Pete again, no reaction from me, but what if we talk about it but both want a different solution or outcome? What outcome do I want? Starting to date Charles would be the end of my career. No one would take me serious anymore? I would be a paddock bunny. I would confirm all their theories, that I only got into F1 because I slept with someone important. But shouldn’t that be someone from F1 then? And why does my headache got even worse although I took a painkiller.

"Lizzie!" Matt waved his hands in front of my visor and I looked up "Something wrong with the radio?" I blinked, feeling sweaty and dizzy.

"I don’t know." I pressed the radio button "Radio check."

"Loud and clear. Thanks." Pete answered.

"Copy." I took a deep breath, feeling slightly nauseous. Focus, Lizzie! Damn it! Come on!

Formation Lap. Okay. It’s manageable.

One last deep breath. Light’s out. I accelerated, overtaking Norris and Russell right at the start, who touched wheels, creating a gap for me. I felt a little bump as I excited turn 3 and pushed the throttle as much as possible.

"Damage?" I asked.

"Negative. P7. Good start."

The next 3 laps I battled almost in every corner with Seb, I felt the exhaustion seeping through my bones, making it harder to pass him. Then he finally left enough space for me to slip through, but in the next corner he almost caught me again but I hit the apex perfectly and could manage to put a bigger gap between us.

"Hamilton in front. 1.4 seconds ahead."

"Who’s faster?"

"Currently you, but only slightly."

5 more laps and I closed the gap to Hamilton, but at this point I straight up felt like I would faint any moment. I tried my best to focus and somehow managed to pass Hamilton. But the tension in my muscles made it harder and harder to grip the steering wheel and to held my head up through the g-forces.

"Perez ahead. You have DRS. Go."

Pete. Somethings wrong. I said, but nothing happened. Pete! I think I have to stop. No words were leaving my mouth.

Perez didn’t leave much space and as I wanted to brake and leave him the space he wasn’t leaving me, I was unfocused for a second. Right at the entrance of the corner our front tires touched and I spun out. I didn’t even tried to brake or save the car by counter steering. I just closed my eyes and waited for the impact. Right at this moment I felt remorse, not having talked with Charles about us. Now it was too late anyways.

I stirred around, opening my eyes.

"Charles? What are you doing here? Dad’s outside…" I began but Charles only shook his head and sat down on the edge of the bed, still in his racing suit.

"I can’t do this anymore, Lizzie. I’m tired of it… tired of pretending that we’re just friends when I’ve loved you all my life!" his voice falters for a moment "God, I’m so in love with you, Lizzie! It’s like from the moment I’ve met you, you nestled yourself inside of my brain, attached yourself to my heart, my soul… and I can never ever let go of you and I don’t want to! Because my whole being, my thoughts, my everything, is consumed by you!" he scoots closer, cradling my face between his hands, his voice sounds almost broken as he continued "And I can’t sleep, I can’t breath, I can’t eat… I can’t function properly anymore because all I can think about is you! Lizzie, I love you!" he’s so close now that I can feel his hot breath on the tip of my nose, I could see the tiny freckles on his nose, the little speckles of gold in his eyes "And after today, after I almost lost you. Again. Please! Mon amour, please say yes…"

"Say yes to what?" I whispered and he came even closer, our lips almost touching.

"To me. To us." he whispered back, his gaze wandered down to my lips "To our life together. Say yes and I’ll be yours, even though I always was." I felt my insides flutter, the butterflies going crazy, the heat rising to my cheeks.

"But what if…" I began but he pressed his lips onto mine and I melted. Every resolve I had crumbled. The kiss was tender, sweet, promising. I felt like a weight lifted off of my shoulders. My whole body was tingling, heating up. My heart was beating out of my chest. It felt like this was where I belonged. Where Charles belonged. This was home. After what felt like an eternity I opened my eyes again, Charles still as close as before, smiling his most beautiful smile, dimples dimpling.

"I love you, cara mia!" he said it with so much love and conviction that I blushed even harder.

I took a deep breath. All my emotions boiling over, but it was now or never.

"I love you too, Charles, like really… but I’m so scared!" I said with a shaky voice and closed my eyes. He only pressed his forehead against mine and paused for a minute.

"Don’t be, nothing will change!" he answered and I just nodded slowly "What’s going on inside of your pretty head?”

"Can we keep this, for now, between us?" I asked quietly and looked down at my hands in my lap.

"Hey, look at me, Lizzie." he whispered and gently grabbed my chin, lifting my face up to look at him "We do this the way you want it to! It’s just you and me! Well and Pops…" he says softly and I looked at him confused.

"Dad?" I asked nervously.

"How do you think I got in here? As soon as the podium ceremony was done, I left and got here. He spoke with the nurse and then he told me to finally make my move…" Charles said and I laughed.

"A move you made." I smiled as he leaned in and kissed me again, then he hugged me and inhaled deeply.

"This is what I always wanted… just you and me…" he whispered.

"Against the world." I continued and Charles chuckled and sat up, then he took my hands in his.

"Forever and always!" he said and I smiled.

The door opened quietly and Dad looked inside.

"The Doctors want to see you, Lizzie." he said and I nodded, Charles stood up but I grabbed his hand.

"I’m not leaving. I’m just making space." he chuckled and sat down in the chair next to my bed as the doctors walked in.

"How are you, Lizzie?" the brunette one said.

"I’m okay, just a bit tired." I answered honestly.

"Any pain?" he asked.

"A little headache and my body in general feels a bit tense." I answered and he nodded.

"You have a slight whiplash, nothing to bad. And your body will feel tense for a couple of days and then it should be fine, as well as the whiplash. No work-outs, lots of water and rest and you should be good to go in a couple of days." he said and I looked at him with wide eyes "Oh! No you can leave tomorrow I meant in a week you’re good to go back to racing."

"Thanks, Doc." I said relieved and he nods.

"I’ll prescribe you some pain killers and something that helps you sleeping. Pain killers whenever the pain get’s too much but three are the maximum a day. Sleeping pill around 30 min before you go to bed, if needed." he explained and I nodded "I’ll leave you to rest. Mr. Leclerc, visiting hours ended 30 minutes ago. Only family members are allowed to stay."

"I’m not leaving her side." Charles said immediately and Dad chuckled.

"It’s alright Doc, he stays and I’m leaving." he said and the doctors nodded.

"Alright. If you need anything, push the call button." a nurse replied and with that they left.

"Andrea will be here any minute, bringing you new clothes. Get some rest. Both of you!" Dad said and kissed my forehead and squeezed Charles shoulder as it knocked on the door and Andrea walked in with Charles’ backpack.

"Oh Lizzie! My pretty girl, how are you?" he asked in Italian and handed Charles his backpack.

"I’m okay, thanks Andrea!" I answered in Italian as well and Andrea kissed both my cheeks, then he hugged Charles and whispered something to him, Charles only nodded.

"Rest up. Both of you!" he said and with that he left the room together with Dad.

"You can take a shower in there, if you want." I said and nodded my head in the direction of the attached bathroom, Charles looked hesitant for a moment "I’ll still be here when you come back!” I reassured him and he nodded and left with the backpack.

I scrolled through my phone as I came upon a post from Sky about the post race press conference, which Charles wasn’t attending, he left almost straight after the podium procedure. Apparently the FIA was considering to fine him. Why didn’t he just wait for after the press conference before he came in here? I didn’t want him in any kind of trouble because of me. Reading the comments was, as always, not a good idea. Where most people agreed that it was sweet from Charles to immediately leave and check on me, some people called him a love sick puppy and he should be fined for leaving. Others asking how I made it even into F1, spinning out like that. If I would be honest, the people would think differently. But I won’t tell anyone besides JK and Dr. Lindner what happened today. And how we can prevent it from happening again.

"About what are you thinking that hard?" Charles soft voice made me flinch. He stood in the doorframe, wearing grey sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"The FIA thinks about fining you… you should’ve stayed for the press conference, Charles! I don’t want you to have any trouble because of me!" I said quietly but he only shook his head, switched the light in the bathroom off and walked over to me.

"If it was for me, I would’ve left straight after I got out of my car. I wasn’t even celebrating. I just wanted to see you. That was my priority!" he whispered and took my hand in his and kissed it. He then pulled the armchair close to the bed and I looked at him curiously.

"And what are you doing?" I asked and he looked up.

"I’m making myself a little comfortable." he answered and grabbed the stool but I chuckled.

"Oh no, you’re not sleeping in an armchair and a stool! You have two options! You’re sleeping on that sofa, or you’re sleeping with me in the bed, there’s enough space. So, what will it be Leclerc?" I said and Charles looked over at the sofa that was at the other side of the room, then he looked at the bed and I scooted over to make him space.

"Okay, but you’re telling me when it gets uncomfortable!" he said and climbed in next to me. Then he laid on his side and I leaned into him a little, his arm under my head, legs intertwined. "I could get used to this!" he kissed my temple and I giggled.

"It’s not the first time that we’re sharing a bed!" I said and Charles nodded.

"But it’s the first time after we both… umm… confessed our feelings!" he answered and I yawned a little "And now sleep! You need rest!" He kissed my temple again and switched the light off.

"Yeah I need to be fit for DisneyWorld. We’re meeting Mum, Marcus, Lisa and Benji there tomorrow. For dads birthday, but also for the kids… you want to come with us? I know it’s a bit last minute but…" I began but Charles laughed only.

"Liam invited me already, I’m coming with you!" he said and I smiled.

"He did? Sneaky little lad!" I laughed "Oh and before I forget it, Daniel and Isaac are also tagging along."

"Daniel and Isaac? As in Daniel Ricciardo and his nephew Isaac?" he asked and I nodded "How did that happen?"

"They bumped into Sissy and Liam on Friday, started talking and Liam invited them earlier today as well… and Daniel was more than happy to agree…" I chuckled.

"What am I missing?" he asked.

"Oh… you’ll see…" I yawned and cuddled closer into him.

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rosesrflo · 1 year

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hiya I wanna request some william comfort fic bc I had a bad day today but where I can find your rules? I'm currently using tumblr app, so I cannot find it

Feat; William James Moriarty x gn!reader (MTP). Genre; fluff, comfort

Prompt; ❛❛I’ll hold you tight.❞ Warnings; bad days, ugly crying/lh

Desc; IN WHICH William is always the first to pick you up on your worst days, not only is he a great crime consultant - he’s also an excellent comforter.

A/N; heyy lovely! Sorry i’m a bit late with this request, but i do hope you’re feeling better now - the reason you couldn’t find my rules is bc I haven’t made them yet. Mostly bc I’m using mobile + this blog is quite new - but I’m working on it atm ❤️ thank you and enjoy!

We all have bad days.

And in all his genius, William certainly isn’t a stranger to them.

In fact, most of his days used to be plagued with storm clouds, with no sunshine or light until you stumbled into his life.

You were a gift, your very presence lifted him from the darkest depths, you were undeserved.

Back then, he had realised how angelic you were - Liam just knew that you were too good for him so he tried to scare you off by showing you his intentions, his thoughts, he trusted you with the worst of his plans.

Yet, you didn’t bat an eye. Only acknowledging each and every part of him, you saw him for who he was and began mending his heart because you love him.

It’s a WIP

William can still feel your warmth encasing him in a hug - that December night, the first time you ever saw him cry. You held him close, stroking his hair and kissed his head like a mother would. You filled that empty void in his chest.

That’s why he wants to do the same for you, Will believes he is forever in your debt.

And when you cry, are upset, have a bad day, he’ll hold you tight; just as you did him.

Also because you are literally the last person in the world that should go through any type of pain.

The corners of your lips downturned as you sat in the living room, cross legged with a cup of cold tea, your hands trembled, biting frost bite seeped into your bones and reached the depths of your soul. You felt heavy in sadness. No thoughts except crystal teardrops cascading down your frowning face.

There was no particular reason for the gloomy mood.

Today just so happened to be an off day, one where no matter what you did to escape it, you couldn’t. Your tea was near frozen over as cold, December nights bled into the estate. You were alone, shivering and crying with no one to confide in.

They’d all gone out to celebrate the closing in Christmas, maybe you should’ve joined them but it was far too late now.

What would they say if they saw you like this?

In your moment of pondering, you didn’t notice a familiar criminal mastermind standing behind you, his arms crossed and a thinking expression plastered on his face. William was confused as to why you hadn’t gone out with the rest of the organization. “(y/n)? I thought you were celebrating with the others.”

You froze in the spot, why was he here? In order to not reveal your distraught state to him, you stayed still without turning around to face him, “So did I.” Nonchalantly reaching for the cup of tea, you shivered upon the sudden coldness against your hand.

“I suppose we’re both in the same boat,” He smiled passively, realizing you were both alone together, “but I’d rather you tell me why you’re upset first.” Liam tapped two fingers on his other arm in anticipation.

A weak laugh echoed across the room, you being the source of it; even though he called your unsaid bluffs, you hadn’t flinched once, you didn’t take William an oblivious man, he was smart and easily figured you out, “I don’t know.”

After your empty chucking fit, you whispered a hoarse reply, nothing but honesty in your disappointed tone. He simply observed your manic attitude, not moving an inch, “I see.”

Staring down at your upturned hands, you felt dissatisfied, unhappy for showing yourself in this depressing light, the one part Will hadn’t seen yet. He was never supposed to see you like this, you were an utter mess today and what’s worse is that he saw it.

You felt the feeling before the sting of your hand as you slapped yourself lightly, “(y/n)-“ William jumped to action immediately, he rushed in front of you in case you dealt anymore harm to yourself. “I’m sorry you have to see me like this, I shouldn’t be crying over…something so simple.”

“Cry all you need to, although I despise seeing you distressed - it’s quite normal and let me tell you a secret-..” He lent to your face, cupping his hand near your ear to whisper something, “..-Sometimes, even I cry.” You giggled slightly at his jest, not noticing that this was his way of cheering you up.

William let a sly grin slide on his lips, “Now that’s the smile I love.” He linked your hands together, landing an intimate peck on your lips, his eyes softened at your delighted face; you were as beautiful as ever, especially when you were happy. He felt some sort of proudness at achieving this.

No one knew you like William.

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strangerquinns · 2 years

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angst with a fluffy ending with stiles? where he breaks up with reader after the whole donovan thing (even though she believes him) because he thinks he’s dangerous and could hurt her, and it starts with them as exes and then they reconcile? 💗💗

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

It's been almost a year since Stiles broke your heart. But is that the end of your love story?

angst with fluff

words: 1.5k+

"Stiles?" You watched him nearly trip over himself as he rushed out of his truck and towards his home. The rain was causing your clothes to stick to your body and having a cold shiver run through you. But you didn't care. You could see the pain in his face the moment he turned and looked toward you. It ripped through you and made your chest squeeze.

"Stiles..." You whispered this time as you moved towards him, watching as he stopped for a moment. But as you got closer, Stiles stared at you with blank eyes - emotionless. Like a mask was slipped on. He stumbled back a few steps as you drew closer.

You knew what he was doing the moment you recognized it.

"No...no, don't you dare..." You spoke quickly as you rushed towards him.

"You need to get out of here," Stiles spoke.

"What happened? With Scott? He believed you right?" You spoke, ignoring him. "He believed you right?"

"No!" Stiles screamed, the anger creeping back up. "Fucking Theo got to him before me, but you know what...maybe it doesn't matter."

Stiles let out a breathy laugh of false hope, shaking his head from side to side before his eyes looked back towards you.

"I killed someone, y/n. With my hands, I murdered Donovon."

"In self-defense," You counter-argued, "He would've killed you if you didn't defend yourself, Stiles."

"Doesn't matter. After everything with Void and now this...maybe something truly is wrong with me." Stiles paused and stepped towards you more. "That darkness never left. I have felt it since the moment Void came into my life and it never truly went away. I'm not safe to be around."

"What? Of course, you are. This is just fear talking."

"It's not fear. It's the truth finally coming forth. I'm not good to be around...a-and maybe it would be best if you weren't around me anymore."

Suddenly your heart felt like it was in your throat, "No."

"Just...leave, y/n. Leave...we're done. Don't come around anymore."

That memory played in your mind over and over again for almsot a year. You'd never felt pain like the night that Stiles pushed you away. You knew the moment that Theo came back into town that Stiles had been on edge. That entire time you were always on his side, believing every word that came out of his mouth about what was going on. For the last four years, you stood at his side loving him, believing him, fighting for him.

But after one moment he'd pushed you aside and you knew that it was because of fear. Deep down you knew why he did it and you couldn't blame Stiles at all. But that didn't stop your heart from breaking into pieces and shattering all over the floor that night.

And even after everything seemed to slowly repair itself back together within the pack - nothing could repair what was happening between you and Stiles. In a matter of weeks, you'd lost both your best friend and the love of your life.

"You coming over tonight? Was gonna have a good ol' fashion pizza and movie night." Scott asked, leaning against the closed locker beside your open one.

"Ummm...." You paused and hesitated for a moment. You slowly closed your locker before turning towards him. Scott could see the hesitance in your eyes.

"Please. You haven't come and hung out in so long."

"He’s going to be there…isn't he?"

Scott sighed and nodded his head, "But so will Liam, Lydia, Kira, and Malia. So we aren't going to be alone. The Pack misses you."

You bit down on your lower lip for a moment before caving in and nodding your head. The sad puppy dog eyes that Scott was giving you seemed to really work. Even if deep down you were dreading seeing Stiles,

So you went about your school day like normal, trying to let the nerves go. But it seemed the closer and closer the clock ticked towards the end of the night. There was a moment as you walked back home that you tried to think of excuses to make in order to get out of going. But noting viable came to mind and you knew that Scott would just come and check o you if you made an excuse that you were sick.

It was time to face him.

You'd knocked on the door of the McCall household, and the door swung open only seconds later. And before you could even prepare yourself, the one person you were panicked to see stood in front of you.

Stiles breathed your name softly as he stared down at you. His brown eyes were wide with both shock and a little bit of something else you couldn't sense. But you couldn't ignore that feeling that shot through your chest and moved down, making your body suddenly feel warm. It was the only feeling that Stiles could give you. It was a feeling of home. A feeling of safety.

"I-I...I didn't think...you were c-coming." Stiles spoke softly.

"Scott asked at school, didn't really have me feeling like I didn't have an option to opt-out this time."

"Yeah, Scott has a way of making people feel that way sometimes." Stiles chuckled softly, looking behind him for a moment, before stepping forward and closing the door behind him.

You stumbled back for a moment when he stepped into your space. A shuttered breath left between your lips as the musky scent of his cologne washed over you.

"I-I was hoping we could talk also?"

"Stiles..."

"Please," He begged with his voice cracking slightly. It was like the pain he'd been holding down was finally trying to breakthrough. But he could see it, the pain he caused himself was reflected in your eyes. "I have wanted to make things right because for the last few months I have done nothing but regret what I did to you."

Quickly you felt the all-familiar burn behind your eyes and the clogging at the back of your throat. You shook your head quickly not wanting to rip open the wound you felt was finally starting to close up.

"That night...after I talked to Scott about Donovon, all I could think about was how he was right. How maybe there was something that I never realized was there. This darkness that has lingered around ever since the nogitsune took control of my mind there has been this shadow that never went away."

Stiles took a few deep breaths.

"And even though I knew that you believed me, I knew that I needed to make sure that I stayed as far from you as possible. I was no good for you...or so I thought so at the time."

"W-What...so you thought that pushing me away was going to help? Was going to make me feel better?"

"It was stupid and I hated it the moment that I did it. To see the pain that I put you in..."

The moment Stiles saw the tears streak down your cheeks slowly, he moved quickly on instinct and reached to wipe them from your cheeks. He was thankful that you didn't step away from him. Thankful for just that moment he was able to be near you again, and touch you.

"Why now? Why tell me now after all this time? It's been almost a year, Stiles!"

"Because I can't...I can't let you go no matter how much I know it's selfish of me to want you."

"You truly think for a second that I would still be with you if I knew that you'd hurt me?" You nearly shouted, stepping out of his touch. "That fear that you have, Stiles...I get it. It makes sense how you feel scared and everything that has happened has been horrible. Especially what has happened to you. But I was there by your side the entire time, not willing to let me be there that time was cruel. Like you didn't...trust me or something. Or trust yourself!"

"I didn't trust myself, y/n. That is the whole point!" Stiles spoke with desperation in his voice.

"I love you, Stiles! I still do!" You groaned slightly. "God, you are so smart and yet so stupid at the same time."

Stiles moved back towards you, invading your space again, grabbing your face so your tear-filled eyes focused on him. "Tell me I didn't fuck this up to the point where I couldn't get another chance. I will grovel on my knees for as long as I have to in order to be at your side again. Cause I have felt like there has been a hole in my heart since I fucked everything up."

You sniffled and stared up at Stiles. And as much as your head was telling you to forget him and not give him the chance, your heart ached too much. You'd been walking around on autopilot without him at your side. Stiles was the love of your life, and you knew that.

"Stiles," You whispered before reaching up and grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down towards you. Your lips met against his in a soft kiss, melting into one another for a moment, before the ache became too much. Before his hands moved from your face to your waist, pulling you closer to his chest.

For the first time in so long, you felt like you were able to breathe.

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deadly-whispers · 5 months

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Welcome to the blog!

First, we'll lay some ground rules.

- There will be no nsfw here. Any asks sent to us with that type of content will be swiftly deleted.

- No proshipping, racism, homophobia, or anything of the sort. That behavior will earn you a spot on our blocked pages list very quickly.

- Please, specify who you are speaking to.

- Feel free to drop an ask with an oc!! We'd love to interact with your blorbos!

- (Note) If we're out of character answering you or commenting on something, there will be something to let you know that, and who it is. Similarly, if more than one character is speaking in response to your ask, we'll color code to the best of our ability to make it clear who's who.

Got it? Great! Now to the basics of our au.

- Deadly Whispers (DW) is a FNAF SB roleplay AU. This blog will let you all interact with our characters and get a fun look at what's been going on with them!

- Pairings: In DW we have paired Bonnie and Monty (gatorbun), and Roxanne and Chica (roxica).

- There are oc character here that are important! Check them out down under the cut for more information.

- The animatronics very much have a family dynamic going on. Noticeably, or at least what we've put a name to, are these: Freddy acts like an uncle to Monty, and Foxy was like a father to Roxy.

-There are two gods in this known universe. The Watchers, Narrator and Observer, cower before them. Not much is known about them aside from their designations… Player 1, and Player 2.

- Here's who's playing which character, and also who you'll be speaking to when you're talking to a character!

@voids-call :

• Chica, Montgomery, Foxy, Sun, Finley, Melody, William, Micheal, Crown, Liam, Vanessa, Vanny, James, Harper & Gregory

@crikkit-kitterton :

• Freddy, Bonnie, Roxanne, Moon, Ringo, Cameron, Mark, Nikita, Marco & Jeff

Human Cast

Animatronic Cast

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isaac031 · 2 years

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It's dark

It's cold

It's hard to breathe

He feels like he's underwater, barely able to see himself, but he knows he isn't Liam. He is Backpack.

It's dark

The empty black ocean surrounding him reminds him of the familiar embrace of a calm death. Being familiar with death feels too wrong.

It's cold

No light to bring warmth, everything in his body feels frozen and numb, not even his own body heat. Of course he doesn't have body heat, he is a backpack after all.

It's hard to breathe

He can't move, he's sinking, he realizes what's happening.

Panicked, Backpack looks around for something, anything to help him get out. He sees the bubbles and looks up. A light. Backpack swims towards the light. It's very difficult to move when you can feel hundreds of needles on your skin.

It's hard to breathe

Desperation and adrenaline running through his body and the cold seeping to the bones. The need to live lighting every nerve with madness. He swims faster and harder but it looks like it's not making progress, not going as fast as he should.

The black void starts flashing a bloody red color that hurts his eyes. Still pursuing the light, the hope of getting out of wherever this place is. He finally reaches.

It isn't a light

It was never a light

Everything falls quiet

A broken cassette in pieces floats in this ocean, mocking his desperate attempt to survive. He wants to scream all his pain away. The universe laughs at him as the cassette, while broken, plays Airy's song. A monotone voice that will haunt him for the rest of his life echoes being him.

"Hello, contestants. I'm your host, Ą̸̹͊́̆̎̓̾į̶̪̰̏̚r̴͎̝̖̻͔̈́y̴͉̮͍̖̯͖̐. And welcome to this competition called,

Ȯ̶̬̫̖̠̭͍̜̮̝̹̠̦̺͎̲̣͓̮̙̤͊̒͗̓̿͂͐̑͒͆̚͜ͅN̸̡̢̢̡̧̨̢̺̗̯͖̺̟͍̝̥̬͓̟̯̱̠̖̋̉̋̐̓̇̏͋̽̈́͆́͂̀̓̀̀̀̃̾͑̚̚̕͝Ę̸͚͖̭̠̬̌͆̐̋̀̏̆̽̋̍̾̉́̅̅̑̂͘͠͝͠'

A drowned scream leaves his mouth, it sounds more like a whimper. Liam cracks open his eyes, but he can't see anything. He can't see the bed he's in, nor the man sleeping at his side, nor the fact that he transformed into a backpack again.

On a fast motions he sits up against the pillow, accidentally riping the bedsheets from himself. He shakes like tree leaves in a storm. Small gasps and whimpers apear just as fast as his tears, covering his eyes trying to stop them from overflowing. Liam cries as quiet as he can.

Bryce is woken up by sobs beside him, tho he can't really identify the sound because of his sleepiness.

"Li?..." He asks with a raspy whisper. Once he take a moment to sit up and rub his eyes, he find the source of the sound. His boyfriend, in his smaller form, is crying besides him.

Bryce is immediately reaching for Liam, but he remembers to do it slowly to not cause more panic. Bryce gently takes one of Liam's arm and softly takes it away from his face, while gently cupping his side with the other hand.

"It's okay honey, I got you. I'm here. You're okay"

Liam takes a moment to realize it's Bryce and lets himself cry as much as he needs to, still shaking. Liam gets closer to Bryce and hugs him tightly, burying his face against his chest. Bryce hugs him as well, still holding his tiny hand and whispering calming reassurances while rubbing little circles on his back and planting a kiss on his ' forehead '.

They stay like this for a while until they both eventually lay down again. Liam has calmed down and stoped crying, but he still doesn't go of the hug. He feels calm with Bryce by his side. Sleep is quickly taking over him, and the last thing he feels is the little fuzz of him changing forms, and Bryce's grip shifting to hold him better. And with that, he goes into a nightmare-less slumber.

Based on a comic of @ecto-hazard 's au. I kinda gave the idea of werepack on a question but I give full credit to the creator. Funny thing: I wrote this after a 5 stage paintball battle.

#tw drowning #dehumanized au #hfjone sodapack #hfjone #backpack hfjone #bryce hfjone #sodapack #nightmares

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Legacies

Book: The Royal Romance, Book 3

Pairing: None - mostly Liam and Hakim bonding, mentions of Hakim and Constantine's friendship

Rating: G

Word Count: 4, 813 words

Summary: In the aftermath of his father's death, Liam struggles with the lionizing of Constantine's rule, and wonders at the legacy he wants to leave behind. Answers emerge from an unlikely source.

Tagging @kingliamappreciationweek and @sazanes for KLAW Day 2: Historian theme, @choicesficwriterscreations for FoTW, and @aprilchallenge for the prompt "Garden".

Music: "Father to Son" by Queen.

Chapter 1: The Statues

(Faceclaims:

King Liam - Daniel Henney

Hakim Thorne: M’Barek Bouhchichi)

There is a gaping emptiness in Liam's chest, from the minute his father died right before his eyes. No overwhelming grief, no soul-ripping pain, not even anger. Just a void where a beating heart should be.

Father is lying in state now at the Queen Kendra Hall - not too far from Bossina Cathedral - where he will remain for the next twelve days. Liam almost hates himself for having far clearer memories of his father's cleaned, lavishly-decorated (in every medal he'd recieved since the age of 18) corpse, than of the moment he died - before reminding himself that at least with Father he remembers something. With Mum he doesn't even have that.

Liam keeps his eyes down, his head bent and his face studiously blank as the current crowd of mourners disperse, making way for more. The Vigil of the Princes is only twenty minutes...but in that time he can see, from the corner of his eye, a wide range of people come and go - most of them from the military and the coastal communities. As Liam had suspected, the people who benefited most from Father's rule were the most invested in soaking in that one last glimpse of him.

Leo is at the other end of Father's casket, also dressed in military garb, the torchlight from the walls making both his and Liam's medals sparkle. Liam cannot see his elder brother now but he knows, instinctively, that the struggle on his face to hold himself together must show. In the past this struggle had baffled him. There had been times when he pitied Leo his inability to uphold the family propensity towards being stoic. Over the years there have been times he was grateful Leo didn't have to worry about the consequences of his emotions showing on his face anymore.

But not today. Today, Liam envies his brother for the luxury of feeling.

Five minutes before Bastien - from his vantage point on one of the smaller balconies - taps his staff five times to signal the end of their vigil. A brief flash of Father in his last seconds blazes behind Liam's closed eyes, before disintegrating into an image of his gnarled, faintly-discoloured hands this morning. Clutching a book in his right hand, his left barely touching a blue flower placed on his chest.

Every member of the royal family is buried with at least 3 items that were either close to their hearts, or that acted as symbols for their reign. Father was one of the... dubiously fortunate few in recent times, who could draw up a will that included this (and other) details: a fresh blue Aster - their national blossom - plucked the day they prepared his casket, a small decanter of the calvados that had been made almost 62 years ago in celebration of his birth, and a copy of An Insighte Into The Great Apple War of 1244 by Artemisia Fierro and Sofonisba Vescovi, two scholars of the Renaissance who had once held connections to Cordonian nobility.

Liam takes in a deep breath as memories of his father's love for that book flood him. It had been only the second tome ever written on one of the last and most successful war campaigns in Cordonia, he'd whispered almost conspirationally to Liam once, and was considered the better-researched text of the two.

Father had always had a fascination with studying past wars. Almost as if to gear himself up for some sort of battle.

Was any of that ever worth it? Liam wants to ask his father one last time. The fear, the paranoia, the frowns that deepened almost to permanence on his skin in his final years, the forever impulse to look over his shoulder for the knife in his back...did any of it do any of them any good in the end??

As if in answer to his questions, Bastien's staff hits the floor five times. Without even looking around, Liam's footsteps move on instinct alone towards the area where Esther stands patiently with the Queen Mother, waiting. Her eyes are sheilded by the half-veil from her black box-hat, and the rest of her face is the very portrait of serenity. But as she places a hand over the crook of his elbow, he notices how they tremble.

They both nod in Mother's direction, their hearts turning over at the sight of her pale, pinched face, and move away.

This week cannot possibly have been easy for Esther. All week she has had to give interviews - as the last person outside of the King Father's family to speak to him before he died. All week the press has been badgering her to wear the medallion he had bequeathed to her, if only in his honour. She has been listening to every kind word, every eulogy, every speech with studied calm - only the rise-and-fall movement in her throat giving her away.

Brilliant strategist. Ruthless towards his enemies and devoted to his people. A truth pioneer of his times. The lifeblood of this land, a lion among men. A man who devoted his life in pursuit of ensuring the safety of all under his reign.

Liam's eyes were trained towards the dias when that speech was being given. On his arm, the light sting of Esther's manicured nails digging into his flesh grew sharper. He pressed his lips together and bore the pain, shaking his head and smiling weakly as she fretted over the half-moons left behind on his hand an hour later. It's nothing.

And that isn't a lie.

The truth of her feelings towards the father he had once loved and hero-worshipped...the father he still catches himself admiring sometimes...settles on Liam's chest like an unbearable weight. It is one he is prepared to carry - their whole lives if need be. Because as much as it hurts him to see the woman he loves lose all respect for his childhood hero, it is nothing compared to the hours and hours she has spent sitting through a thousand emotional tributes to the man who had so coldly planned such a complete violation of her space. A space that, as a foreigner in King Constantine's land, she had trusted him to keep safe for her...at the very least.

As he turns away from Esther to watch The Vigil of The Great Houses - their observance half the time of the Princes' - Liam steals a glance towards Olivia, the ruby on her brooch the only spot of colour against her black attire and pale visage. Her countenance is solemn until the moment her eyes rest on her aunt - the sight of the woman making her lock her jaw in such defiance that he can almost hear the message she is sending.

I am the Duchess of Lythikos. I will make sure we do our duty and pay our respects to the man who was once our king. Yes, auntie, Lythikos' king. Fight me.

Standing a few feet away is Bertrand, his senses strangely attuned nowadays to the cries of babies and toddlers...the mental calculations of what his little son sounds like now writ large on his face.

The Duchesses Emmeline and Adeleide, of Portavira and Krona respectively, fold their hands in front and bow their heads solemnly. Liam supposes he can only be grateful that Countess Madeleine's mother chose the sheer dreariness of sobriety today rather than her usually unflappable high spirits; for besides a few furtive glances in her determinedly stoic daughter's direction she shows nothing but a muted (but perhaps not entirely sincere) sorrow.

But it is the Duke of Castelserraillan - standing directly in line with Liam's field of vision - that captures Liam's attention. Jaw set, eyes dark and glittering, his face such a tapestry of restrained grief and resignation that Liam is certain he juat imagined the flicker of bleak anger in the older man's eyes.

The last time he had seen Duke Hakim was at the Costume Gala. Amid the festivities, Liam spotted him with Father, their heads leaning slightly in each other's direction, as if exchanging long-repressed confidences...the Duke on occasion placing a hand on Father's arm with a familiarity that Liam had only heard of secondhand. There was even a point in the conversation where Duke Hakim looked directly at his father, eyebrows raised, a subdued delight glimmering in their dark depths.

Esther would inform him later on that the two had fought over Father's repeated snubs and Duke Hakim's fraying patience at the beginning of the ball, but patched up in seconds.

Looking at Duke Hakim's face now, he wonders which sentiment haunts the older man the most - relief over that one second chance they got, or an unhealed hurt. Unhealed hurt over the the fact that King Constantine didn't have a chance to make good on the promises he'd broken, long ago.

Promises, perhaps, that the Duke may not even be sure his best friend intended to keep.

For as long as Liam can remember, he has always associated the moonlight with the Capitol Square. Walks around the city were a luxury the little prince could ill-afford with his Father's packed schedule. When these little excursions did happen, they happened at night, in the light of the moon and the street lamps, the air fragrant with the scent of wildflowers. He would take Liam alone. Mum would often find reasons to demur...although in later years Liam suspected she made them up so her husband and youngest son would have their own time together to spend.

He would look up at the strong, chiseled features of his father's beloved face, admiring the way the moonlight emphasized its sharp, decisive angles. Father loved to show strength and control, even on a casual outing with his children. His was a jawline that seemed carved out of marble, softened only by full lips that dazzled when he offered the rare smile. A smile Liam saw most often when they stood at the Capitol Square.

Look at these statues, young man. Father would say, his hand gesturing vaguely towards the sword on famed Captain Guard Valentina Greaves raised left hand. At the age of 5 the statues - with their weapons and their fierce gazes - terrified him, at age 12 they intimidated him. Look at these faces, look at the resolve in them. To better their country. To fight for it. To keep it safe. Cordonia has always depended on the best of us to take her forward into the future - and these indeed represent the best of us.

He hasn't come here since his Coronation. Indeed - one could always put it down to the amount of travelling the new King had to undertake since...but Liam knows better. He has been hesitant to visit this place since the night he had confronted his father on his hospital bed in Shanghai.

Tonight is different. Tonight he needs answers. Tonight he needs to understand, for himself, if in refusing to play in the shadow of his father he is making a mistake - or circumventing another tragedy.

Both he and his future Queen have been sitting through three days straight of eulogies. Of stump speeches that have been lightly modified to suit the gravity of the moment, of stories and anecdotes that lionized and whitewashed the man King Constantine was. Not just from nobles but from businessmen, fisherfolk, soldiers and generals.

Liam has long determined that he will never follow the route his father swore by. It is not who he is as a man; it will never be who he wants to become as a king. But on nights like tonight those words of praise for his predecessor haunt him. If the ghost of his father were to ever take shape, it would do so in just one question.

You have become so stubborn in your need to be the antithesis of me. Will Cordonia end up paying price for that?

So tonight he takes that walk to the square alone. In anticipation and in dread.

Until he finds himself at the foot of the statue of Valentina Greaves, and discovers he isn't alone, after all.

"Your Majesty," the voice behind him is deep and rumbling, its sound resembling the depths of a pounding waterfall. Duke Hakim has discarded his jacket this warm night, the waistcoat and shirt registering the straightening of his shoulders. In his right hand, an ornate gold pocketwatch.

Liam smiles briefly in welcome, letting the older man know he isn't intruding in on a private moment of mourning.

"Good evening, Duke Hakim," he straightens his own shoulders. There was once a time - a time that has faded into blurred memory - that he took joy in calling this man "Uncle". When did that stop? It has been so long he cannot even recall.

The two keep silent for a time. There is, after all, far too little and far too much to say. Stripped of their titles and reduced to the basics, Liam is the son of the Duke's best friend. He is also the son of the man that had his friendship and loyalty in the palm of his hand for years, and never understood or appreciated it. So much of what Liam knows of Father's friendship with Duke Hakim, he knows in bits and pieces: in the exchange of disappointed glances between his mother and Kiara's parents, in piling-up of invitation cards to events on Father's desk that went unanswered. In the too-long pauses Queen Regina would take every time she returned from an event at Castelserraillan, where she went as the King's representative. Even in the rare moments Father remembered his university days. There isn't a single second in those memories that Duke Hakim didn't play a starring role in.

It is in silence that they move from the statue of Val Greaves to the next. The night breeze brings with it the scents of orange blossom and french lavender - gifts from Duke Hakim's great-great-grandparents to an ancestor of his. The next figure of marble glares defiantly to his right, a spear in one hand and an apple cupped in the palm of the other.

"King Aithan." Is it his own imagination or is Duke Hakim's smile truly trembling on his lips? "who won the Great Apple War of 1244 in the most decisive victory since his grandmother united the Five Kingdoms."

Queen Kenna, the aforementioned ancestor, is right behind them, her legs standing apart and an array of weapons from all over the Five Kingdoms at the base of her statue. If you took in the sight of both figures together, Father had told him once, you could almost convince yourself that she seemed to stare directly at Aithan, imparting her blessings and her wisdom. More than the words, it is the shine in Father's blue eyes that Liam remembers most.

Duke Hakim's eyes glitter oddly in the moonlight. There is a moist sheen to them now that Liam is almost afraid to ask about for fear of intruding. The next words that come from his mouth are uttered softly, so softly that it's as if he is saying them to himself, as if he has forgotten that the man next to him exists.

"I've lost count of the times we used to played tag here." Absently, he runs a tender finger along the back of the watch fob he is holding, staring at it with a gaze soaked in muted grief. "It wasn't very hard to find Kontos. He always chose King Aithan's statue to hide behind."

Liam offers a sad smile of his own. "My father was nothing if not predictable."

The two men share halting, reluctant chuckles over this shared image. An image neither of them expected the other to recognise. It unravels some tightened cord between them - one that made it impossible for them to speak as if they knew each other.

"I didn't realize you and Father knew each other so well as children," Liam whispers as they pass other statues. Queen Ilona, 1346, who staged several successful attacks on the more hostile of their neighbours. King Calix, 1420, who thwarted at least three coups in his lifetime and finally managed to keep the Nevrakis family in a stronghold that they found impossible to wriggle out of until two centuries later. Queen Flora, 1492, who held her two year old child in one hand and slashed down the traitors who had entered her bedchambers with the other. The sword on her right hand is sculpted to appear as if it's still in midair, perhaps to complement the fire and brimstone in her eyes. "All the stories Mum told me of the two of you seemed to happen in university. I always assumed you weren't close till then."

A small frown pierces the skin between the Duke's eyebrows. When he speaks, his words are suddenly clipped, as if they are strangers again. Liam bites his tongue, chiding himself on his uncharacteristic carelessness.

"We weren't close until University. Just playmates whenever my mother brought me down to the Capitol. Duchess Emmeline and Duke Barthelemy could have boasted of the same." His voice is a hoarse rasp, his nails scraping lightly over the watch. "I'm more surprised you heard those stories from Ellie's mouth, not his." As if she were the only one who cared enough to keep them alive, Liam can imagine him thinking, and on an instinct fostered by years of now-destroyed blind worship, he leaps to his father's defence.

"I did hear a few from him. Just not as many. You'd know when he was the happiest because those were the stories he'd tell."

Duke Hakim respectfully appraises his King in a speculative glance, not entirely convinced. Liam cannot find it in him to blame the elder man. For years, Queen Regina - and then himself - had been the mouthpieces Father used to deliver excuses for his rejections of Castelserraillan's overtures. Each time the Duke would briefly glance over their shoulders as if expecting someone else - each time the glow of hope would dim from his eyes when he saw no one. Over the years it has made him wary not only of his old friend, but of them too.

The distance between the men has undoubtedly created a chasm amongst the families - one Liam doesn't know yet how to break through. There is no real reason for Duke Hakim, or his wife, or his daughter (who he had befriended himself over the course of the social season, and who has been around less and less since the Gala. It's gone long enough for him to begin worrying. Should he change the subject and ask the Duke about her?)...no reason at all to believe that Liam is different, that he is a man who will not abandon his well-wishers. Or even that he is a king who shares their goals, their dreams for this country.

There may come a time when Duke Hakim will believe Liam cares about what he thinks. Today is not that day.

As if to encourage a change in the subject, Liam looks around at the many statues dotting the Square. "Every single figure here is that of a warrior."

Duke Hakim grants him a weak, resigned smile. "I hear there used to be more. It was your grandmother who had them removed."

Yiayia Cassandra. Whose intimidating, terrifying countenance made his own father appear like a lamb in comparison - a statement both mother and son would've loathed to hear. Who hated the Nevrakises but kept tomes and tomes of their ancient books on war strategy. Who scoffed at art as being a useless, ego-fuelled and far too fanciful exercise.

Father would often speak of her with the same blind worship Liam had once reserved for him. It isn't surprising then his politics turned out the way it did, that despite his disdain for Olivia and her lack of courtliness, a part of King Constantine wouldn't wholly disagree with a lot of what she could propose.

Strength and authority. Those were the qualities the Royal Family wanted above all others in their heirs; anything different would spell failure.

Already, as Liam poses the question to the man beside him, he realises with a lump in his throat that he knows what the answer will be. "Which statues were those?"

"Artists. Scribes. Inventors. Scientists. People who advanced the nation in times of peace."

Liam smiles sadly. "And who are often overlooked in favour of the drama and glamour bloodshed brings." He responds with a shiver.

He is rewarded for this admission with a sharp, shocked look from Duke Hakim. An emotion, a memory, seems to flicker in his eyes before it swiftly disappears in the neutral game-face he has been showing around Liam all this time.

"I don't have the most trustworthy memory on the ones I did manage to see; it's been too long." The watch fob disappears into his fisted hands. "One of our own was part of this esteemed gathering. Dominique Lavigne, a master sculptor of her own time, who dressed as a man to get recognition. Yusuf Hadid from Domvallier, who combined Arabic calligraphy with our own Cordonian arts in handwriting. Saengdao Adair from Krysanthe, a pioneer in herbal medicine and the reason Krysanthans excel in both traditional and allopathic medicinal fields even today."

Liam freezes. "That last name? Could you repeat that again?" It's a name he's read about, vaguely, in obscure texts...but the fact that there's a statue...

"Saengdao Adair," the Duke says, locking his companion in a quizzical gaze. "Her statue -"

" - was mentioned in my father's will. Among others." Liam whispers, almost to himself.

Hakim's eyes widen. The contents of a passing monarch's will - even one who had passed on his throne to the next in line before his death - would be jealously guarded by the Palace, only released to the public years or maybe decades later. This is clearly information the King wouldn't impart so arbitrarily to just anyone.

More than once he has tried to stop himself from wondering if the boy had more of his mother in him. It was a hope he'd always held to his chest in the early years of Constantine's withdrawal...one that died when it became clear that he wanted little - if at all - to do with the Thornes. Against all wisdom, this small exchange is beginning to allow that hope to flare up within him again. Belatedly, he loosens his grip on his old, trusted watch fob - a gift from Kontos the year they graduated.

Liam rubs the space between his brows, trying to remember. "His will mentioned the King Fabian Alcove," he whispers, "that arrangements were to be made to shift it there from the Stirling Halls."

"Stirling Halls," Duke Hakim repeats, his voice suddenly hollow. Liam knows he must be remembering it as the place that was open to no one barring the Royal Family - not even members of the Great Houses. That was where all art went to die?

"The date on the will is from two and a half weeks before the Costume Gala," Liam says softly, his eyes searching Duke Hakim's face, then the hands that have dropped to his sides. The pocket watch is still there, his thumb running distractedly over it. "They only transfer artifacts to the alcove when they -"

"...when permission is granted to reveal those works to the public."

The two men stand still, soaking in their collective memories of the man whose body now lies in wait, to be descended into the Royal Family Vaults. To be buried beside men and women he'd read about in textbooks, loved, idolized. Who embodied his favourite words: Bravery. Valour. Strength. Warriors.

But he would also be buried next to men and women who understood the value of times of peace. Who - as he had often heard in Duke Hakim and Duchess Joëlle's speeches - advocated that a country gave you its best when its environment made you feel safe enough to create. And that was a safety that went far beyond border protection and weaponry.

People that Father would regularly dismiss when he and Leo were growing up. People that Cordonia wouldn't give a second thought to, nowadays. Because the value of their advancements were seeped so deep into public consciousness that they were often taken for granted.

Here in Cordonia, the mindset of the reigning monarch and the collective mindsets of their people often fed on each other. Yesterday's history books could hail one man a hero one minute, and a weakling the next. And for at least two centuries - perhaps bored from decades and decades of peace and good diplomacy, who knows? - the popular view seemed to favour a fondness for the most dramatic and bloodthirsty of their ancestors. Father was no different in holding that view.

When had that changed?

The moonlight casts the Duke's face into a fascinating interplay of light and shadow. The lines of his jaw are softer than Father's, but signify its own unique brand of strength. The air around them is scented and heavy, almost as if this moment promises a watershed of sorts, and that very air is drawing a bated breath.

"I haven't visited that alcove in a long time," Liam admits, looking away, "I don't remember where it is."

Duke Hakim swallows, then motions his hand vaguely to their left. "It's this way."

The alcove is inside a garden - a fairly large one, made of old red brick and surrounded by an array of beautiful creepers. The two men stop short of going inside, halting their steps and drawing a gasp at the sight in front of them.

"... Saengdao Adair?" Liam whispers, drinking in the sight of this pioneer with his eyes. Her hair is long, her voluminous folds of her robe billowing almost realistically as if they were real linen, not marble. A mortar and pestle rests in one hand; her other is raised, delicately holding a sprig of stinging nettle.

There are others. So many others. A woman with a map and a compass, staring ahead into horizons not yet explored. A man with a richly-feathered quill in his hand, a book in the other. A woman holding a jewel-embellished half-mask. A simple sculpture of a man dressed in the garb of the ancient Technocrats, his eyes glowing at the sight of the nails and bolts in his hand, ready to invent something new.

A woman seated on her heels, hammer and chisel in hand, lips pursed and eyebrows scrunched together as she worked at transforming stone to a work of art.

Liam lets out a small, watery laugh. "A sculpture for a sculptor."

The Duke responds with a smile, shaking his head. "Fali Kraine from the Blackspine Mountains."

Liam nods. "They say she had this precise look on her face and sat exactly this way while sculpting this piece. What I wouldn't give to witness that."

But the centerpiece of the alcove is a woman. A scribe. Hunched over - in the rough cotton garb of a scribe from the Renaissance - books and parchment. Transcribing - letter for letter and word for word - the history of her nation so that her descendants could share it with their children. His ancestor. Queen Lisabetta.

"King Fabian commissioned this," Hakim's voice is a hoarse, shaky whisper, "to remind his beloved wife of the value of the work she had once done."

Liam swallows a painful lump in his throat. Back in the palace, an hour ago - he had stayed in Esther's room, knowing she would need him more these next few nights if she were to preserve an ounce of her sanity.

"You're a good man, Liam," she had murmured against his throat.

He held her tighter, smiling slightly against her hair. "That won't always translate into becoming a great king, my love."

Against her own will, she let out a long yawn. Her fingers ran lightly over his chest before resting against his heart. "But it certainly helps."

He had held her until he was sure her body was resting softly and heavily against his, her breathing slow and deep...and then quietly slipped out of her arms to walk to the Capitol Square.

He looks at the Duke too. Both he and his children took this trip without Duchess Joëlle, who chose to go to Switzerland. He remembers every account of how attached the couple are and how much they dislike being apart - including his own mother's. Liam winces; he never recognized until now the sacrifice Duke Hakim made in coming here without her.

Yet here he is. For a country that will not always respect him. For a friend who would not always accept him. For a King he isn't entirely sure he can trust.

For an ideology that won't capture the country's imagination, the way valiant heroes on horseback do. But if these commemorations had been shifted to this alcove, with the intention of placing them around the Capitol Square...that must mean some change was underway. Within his father, and with Liam's help perhaps within the rest of the country too.

"It's getting late," Liam says, straightening up and getting ready to leave the alcove. "We'd better head back to the palace."

"In a minute, Your Majesty," Duke Hakim says, giving him a brief bow, then turning to the statue of Queen Lisabetta.

As Liam leaves the alcove, he hears a voice so soft he wonders if he had imagined it.

"Kontos," the voice said, a sigh released from deep inside a man's chest, "Kontos, you listened."

A/N: This mini series takes place in the Petals and Thornes universe, that revolves around a romance between Hana and Kiara. While a lot of the story beats follow canon, I do make a lot of deviations from the text, including with other characters who aren't central to the story but whose stories have a definite influence on the larger plot. I'm hoping to make Legacies one of them. At present I plan for it to be a four part series.

A/N2: In canon, Constantine's funeral and burial arrangements lasts just a week, all of which was skipped entirely to the Lythikos leg of the Unity Tour. I have increased that time to 12 days.

The Vigil of the Princes is based on the British tradition (of the same name) in royal funerals - esp that of the monarch - where the family members stay vigil for 10-15 minutes near the casket of the deceased. Family who has served in the military perform this ritual in their military uniform.

The Great Houses' Vigil is my own creation but with elements borrowed from the above tradition. My HC is that it is shorter and unlike the surviving royals, the members of the Great Houses are not required to wear military uniform.

Kontos is a playful nickname that Constantine's close ones were allowed to use for him, as long as they didn't use it in public (because apparently the meaning in Greek is "short")

Krysanthe is the modern-day Aurelia, with Hana being their current Duchess/Head of House. Saengdao is indeed Annelyse's descendant. Here is my HC on the duchy and Hana's rise to Duchess.

Characters from my playthrough of TRM in this story:

Artemisia Fierro - Hunter (f!Asian)

Sofonisba Vescovi - Kayden (f!Black)

Lisabetta Rosario - MC, who fell for Artemisia initially but married Fabian later on. Artemisia and Sofonisba keep in touch with the royal couple and are protected by the Crown.

#king liam #kingliamappreciationweek #KLAW #the royal romance #the royal heir #the royal finale #KLAW Day 2 #KLAW Day 2: King #KLAW Day 2: Historian #lizzybeth1986 #content: fanfic #Spotify

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txemrn · 1 year

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Thanks for the tag, @sfb123! I am super, duper excited about your upcoming TRR fic! 🖤

I'm sure all writers can identify with this: I'm tinkering with several different WIPs right now, but the following is what I am planning on releasing this week. *fingers crossed*

*If you are a P2G reader, this teaser reveals a side plot that I am super excited to get under way. I hope you enjoy!

Ricochet, Chapter 5: We Know Each Other From a Different Life (Ethan x f!OC [Tatum Erikson]; Open Heart)

Her deep, navy eyes playfully squint, piercing daggers into someone hidden by another group of people. She combs her fingers through her careless locks, letting them tousle over her shoulders as she tosses her head back in laughter. She grabs chalk for her cue, prowling around the table as she calculates her next move.

Ethan nips at his bottom lip as she bends over the table, positioning the long stick between her fingers. A soft groan escapes his chest as she pistons the cue slowly in her hand. His eyes darken, his attention shifting to her cleavage now spilling out over her top. Leaning far over to reach the oddly-placed cue ball, her breasts bounce onto the table, her jeans gapping to reveal a whisper of black lace. Ethan can feel his own pants begin to tighten as the soft skin of her lower back is exposed, the edges of her inked filigree teasing him.

But then, fury ignites, grating against Ethan's nerves as his pulse erupts into visions of red.

~🖤~

Pour Two Glasses, Chapter 6: "...Everything's Turned Upside-Down..." (Liam Rys x MC [Riley Brooks-Rys]; TRR/TRH)

Now with Olivia seeking a favor, Amalas is tickled. As far as good deeds, alliances and negotiations, she had just made it abundantly clear that she has the upper-hand. And Olivia just realized she fucked up.

Satisfied with her visitor’s reaction, Amalas turns on her heel and walks back to her desk. "You can see yourself out."

The red head sneers into a sarcastic snicker, stepping forward. "Oh c'mon, Amalas–"

"If you didn't need me then," Amalas spins around, irritated. "You don't need me now, Nevrakis." She takes a seat before shuffling through some folders and papers. "Oh,” she looks up, void of emotion, “please shut the door when you leave. Thanks."

Olivia storms forward. "Amalas, this isn't about me–about us. This is for Cordonia and finding who was responsible for Liam's death–"

~🖤~

I need some teasers, y'all! Show me whatcha got! @socalwriterbee @charlotteg234 @ao719 @tessa-liam @queenrileyrose @cariantha @peonierose @twinkleallnight @coffeeheartaddict2 @bascmve01 (I'm pushing you! lol)

#six sentence sunday #open heart WIP #the royal romance WIP #pour two glasses #ricochet

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another-whump-sideblog · 1 year

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Jane’s Pets Chapter 56: New Friends

TWs in the tags

Masterlist

When your vision clears, you’re not in the woods anymore. That’s all you can figure out before you collapse, dizzy and nauseas and with your head hurting so bad you can barely think.

You feel hands on you and hear concerned voices. You’re weightless for a moment, and then you’re lying on something soft. You cover your ears and squeeze your eyes shut.

The voices retreat, and you try to focus on your breathing.

“Shit, did she do something? What’s wrong with them?” Diya whispers.

“They seemed okay before the teleportation. It’s probably just a bad reaction. It happens, especially if you’re not in the best condition beforehand. There’s not much we can do for now, we’ll just have to keep them as comfortable as possible until they start feeling better. It shouldn’t last longer than a few hours.” Barron pauses. “Let’s get you bandaged up, Karen.”

Diya grimaces as Barron leaves the room to get the first aid kit. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think that would happen. I thought they’d be happy to be rescued.”

Karen stares at Diya intensely. Ey still isn’t used to that. “It was a fair assumption.”

Barron comes back and starts bandaging Karen’s face. “I think they broke your nose…” it mutters.

Diya wanders back over to Liam, who is breathing hard. That collar cannot be helping.

Ey gently removes the collar. Liam whimpers and their breathing gets faster.

Diya backs away, assuming that touching them is what caused the panic. “What should we do with this?” Ey waves the collar in the air.

“We’ll let Liam decide.” Barron says. “Can you go get some ice packs?”

Puppy pounds her fists against the bubble and screams. She’d be saying something - she’s not sure what, but something - if she was given permission, but she doesn’t have permission, so she just screams.

“Calm down, Puppy.”

At Master’s order, Puppy goes still. She’s a good girl, a good Puppy. She can push the anger down.

Master continues poking at the bubble before pulling some tools out of her void. She stabs it and hammers it and even fucking shoots it, but the bubble is unyielding.

Master teleports out of the bubble and starts poking the outside of it. “I’m disappointed. In both of you. You should’ve grabbed Bunny. Or attacked the magic user. Or the one grabbing Bunny. Anything but what you did. I’ll have to punish you.”

Kitty tenses, but doesn’t say anything. Puppy is calm. Master told her to calm down, so she’s calm.

Master stabs the bubble again. “Both of you, collars off.”

Puppy removes her collar. There’s blood on her hands.

She’d thought Master would like for her to hurt them, but Master didn’t even want her to hurt the stranger. Master would’ve preferred for her to grab Bunny. She hurt them, and Master didn’t order to her to. She didn’t hurt them because she had to. She hurt them because she wanted to.

Puppy knows she’s not a good person. It’s one of the many things Master took from her. Normally, though, she can convince herself it’s not her fault. Not this time.

Puppy feels cold tears running down her face and onto her neck. She’s calm. She’s a good Puppy. There’s blood on her hands.

When the pain and dizziness have receded enough that you can think again, you start to take in your surroundings.

You’re lying on a couch in what looks like a wood cabin. You can’t see any windows from where you’re lying, and the room is fairly dark. Diya is sitting in a chair next to the couch, but it looks like ey’s asleep.

You slowly push yourself to a sitting position. Pain explodes through your head again. You must’ve made a noise, because Diya opens eir eyes and yawns.

“How are you feeling? Sorry about… all of that. It looks like you had a bad reaction to the teleporting.”

“You can teleport living things?”

“Barron can. Do you want me to go get Barron and Karen? I didn’t know if you’d want to talk to all of us or if it’d be easier with just me, but if you have questions it’d probably be easier with all of us.”

“…I have a lot of questions.”

“Right. I’ll go get them.”

Diya hurries out of the room and comes back with two others. The magic user and the one Puppy beat up. Barron and Karen.

“So you’re Diya, Barron, and Karen, right?”

“Greg.” Says the beat up one. “You can call me Greg.”

The others look surprised. “It was due for a change.” They clarify.

“…Alright. Diya, Barron, and Greg. What pronouns should I use for you?”

Barron answers. “I use it/its pronouns. Diya uses ey/em. Kar- Greg uses they/them. And you?”

You’re not sure how you feel about Barron speaking for all of them, but the others don’t seem to have a problem with it. “I use he/him. Now that that’s out of the way. Where are we?”

“This is our base of operations.” Barron says.

Diya jumps in. “Our home. Where we live. We don’t have any more bedrooms, but we can get you a mattress and stuff. Or you can sleep on the couch.”

You nod. Ouch. “And we… teleported here?”

Barron frowns. “Yes. Sorry we didn’t warn you beforehand, it can cause reactions like the one you had.”

You swallow. “And you said that you can make sure Jane won’t find us?”

“Is that the monster? The little girl? Well, I guess it doesn’t matter, no one can find us here unless I want them to.”

“She has this… void thing. She can watch us while she’s in it. Will she be able to see this place through that?”

Barron furrows its brow. “I’ve never heard of something like that. But the magic around the cabin prevents people from using magic to see into it or magically locate it. So she shouldn’t be able to see you as long as you’re here.”

You’re safe. She can’t find you here. Tears spring to your eyes. “Thank you. I… are we going back for the others? I know they didn’t want to come, but they just don’t think safety is possible.”

“We can’t help people who don’t want to be helped. We can wait a while and try again, if you want. Maybe they’ll believe it after a while of you not getting brought back.”

That will have to be good enough. You can’t ask them to risk their safety again so soon when Kitty and Puppy don’t even want to leave. “Alright. Thank you. What can I do to repay you?”

Greg, who has been quiet for a while, abruptly leaves. Barron sighs. “You don’t have to repay us. We’d like you to help us keep the cabin tidy, and it would be very helpful if you could tell us everything you know about Jane so we can figure out what she is. But that’s not required. We’re not going to kick you out if you don’t help us.”

“I want to help.” You try to stand up, and your head seems to explode again. You fall to the ground. “Maybe… tomorrow, though.”

Barron and Diya help you back onto the couch.

“Of course.” Barron says. “The side effects of the teleportation should be gone by then.”

You should probably tell it about your head, and how that will still be an issue no matter how long ago you teleported. But suddenly, you’re painfully aware of the lack of pressure around your neck.

“What happened to my collar?”

Diya looks concerned. “I took it off because it looked like you were struggling to breathe. Do you… want it back?”

“Yes.”

Diya fishes the collar out of eir pocket. You grab it and quickly clasp it around your neck.

You’re safe. You know you’re safe, and yet you only feel like you can truly relax with the collar back on.

You’ll get to the point where you feel safe with the collar off. But not tonight. Tonight, the conditioning Jane did wins out.

“That’s… that’s way too tight, Liam.”

Diya keeps talking, but you can’t hear. You feel like a shockwave has gone through you. You feel a whip on your back and you can’t breathe and your head hurts and when did it get so hot in here?

“What’s wrong?!”

Aw, what’s wrong, Bunny? Does that hurt?

“I don’t remember, I don’t remember, please, I don’t remember it.” Your collar is on, you’re not being punished, so why does it all hurt so bad? You can’t breathe!

I don’t believe you. Hold still.

Someone grabs your collar and you scream, shoving them away. Jane isn’t here, you know that, but if she’s taking off the collar that means you’re going to get punished and you can’t, you can’t!

Don’t fight me.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please! I’ll be good, a good Bunny, please?”

It’s adorable that you still think begging will help you.

“Liam, you’re not there. You’re safe.”

What’s your name? What letter does it start with?

“I don’t remember! I don’t remember it!” She’s going to hurt you, she’s going to break your bones and cut you open! You can’t, you can’t.

Good! Good boy, Liam.

“Liam, can you tell me five things you can see?”

You’re not the brightest, are you? Stupid Bunny.

You can’t, you can’t, you can’t.

Oh, I think that was a seizure.

“Can you hear me?”

Sweet little Bunny. Do you feel powerful?

You nod slightly. Wait, what? Your head hurts, everything hurts.

You just want me to stop hurting you.

“What can we do to make you feel better?”

You shake like a little bunny.

You can’t stop shaking. She’s going to hurt you.

What have you done to deserve food, Bunny?

“How about I just make suggestions, and then you just nod or shake your head for me. Does that sound okay?”

Be good for me, alright?

You nod.

We still have work to do, Liam.

“Would it help to get you a weighted blanket? That always helps me when I’m panicking.”

You can crawl if that’s easier.

You nod. You’re willing to try anything, you’re so confused and scared.

I’ll hurt Puppy and Kitty if you disobey.

You feel something heavy drape around your shoulders. At first it scares you, but it’s gentle, and it reminds you more of hugs from Puppy than of being pinned down.

“There. It seemed to help you before to be left alone, so I’m going to set some water and food down here and then go. Call for me if you need me, okay?”

Follow me.

You nod.

“It’ll be okay.”

Who wants to go first?

You curl deeper into the blanket. You’re safe, you’re safe.

You wish Puppy and Kitty were here.

Through the shaking and crying, you somehow manage to fall asleep.

A/N: Let me know if I should tag anything else!

Tag list: @eatyourdamnpears @whump-in-the-closet @scp-1296 @fuzzybucketz

#whump #whump writing #whumpblr #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #nonhuman whumper #multiple whumpees #whumpee #whumper #caretaker #pet whump #2nd person pov #3rd person pov #discussions of torture tw #gun mention tw #flashback tw #i think the flashback scene came out pretty well.#very disorienting #jane’s pets

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currently losing my mind over Eddie saying “I’m really living up to that Munson name” and how he in fact does. except it’s not his father who he takes after, it’s his uncle.

his uncle Wayne who has taken him in and always accepted him for who he is. who sleeps on a foldout bed in the living room so that his nephew would have his own room to study and pursue his hobbies. who tries his best to be a safe place for him no matter what. who has always been nothing but protective over him, been trying to shield him from harm, to take care of him, to give him a home.

and Eddie embodies, perhaps inadvertently, what Wayne has been to him and he takes a bunch of outcasts under his wing, and he courageously chooses Mordor even in the face of all the trauma and danger he’s already been through if it means helping save Max, and he chooses to offer all the skills and resources he has all while battling his own fear, and he’s willing to return to the hellish Upside Down and push aside all the horror he associates with it

Eddie does live up to the Munson name. to the deep-rooted conviction to keep trying to do the right thing no matter what everyone else thinks, no matter his own terror. he prioritizes taking care of who he loves. and he passes his love and his need to protect further on, even with his last breath

#eddie munson #wayne munson #eddie munson meta #stranger things meta #stranger things 4 #st4 #stranger things #Liam whispers into the void #Liam writes (a bit)

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s-talking · 10 months

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Liam is oh so lovingly wrapping his arms around Envy, a finger trailing down his arm. Looking up at him with those shimmering ruby red eyes, a soft little chuckle left him.

''There was this woman today, she kept flirting with me and touching me. When I told her I was taken she just got even more eager, saying she could easily steal me away. Can you imagine that? She tried to steal me away from you. Anyways...she's tied up in the basement if you want to teach her some manners~''

𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 to know that the woman is doomed. envy's canine smile made it clear, even as the oriental eyes themselves remain completely voided of life. he slowly leans into liam, wrapping own arms around his waist as he whispers 'pon the ear in a low, sultry tone, ❝ even though i can read you like a book.... i still cannot find the strength to resist you.... ❞ squeezing the older male a little tighter, envy keeps their bodies pressed together, burying the smile at the crook of his neck. ❝ hnn.... what naughty creature.... ❞

#// careful what you wish for liam..~#envy just might lock you up #so nobody bothers you ever again...#nobody but himself.. that is #🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }}#{{ ;; ‘ 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓾𝓮𝓭 ’ }}

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asoulofstars · 2 years

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We are having a month of daily spooky prompts at the Dev tea room discord server to be used as starters or drabbles!

October 13: A church right after a funeral, a small handful of people dressed in black hanging their heads in silence.

Five Times Riona Attended a Funeral (And One Time It Was Hers) ~ Multi-Verse

Under a cut for obvious related triggers, such as death. Y’all know Riona’s story. AUs include her general human AU, Star Trek AOS AU, Lost AU, The Boys AU, and then a role-reversal in her main verse.

I: Soll (Human AU)

Riona was still sitting by the headstone. She knew the only reason that she was there was because her parents could not afford to allow their image to be ruined. They had said such scathing, hurtful things to her. Aislinn sat at her side. The pair of them were both in black, but Aislinn had brought Riona a purple hair ribbon. She had tied it around Riona’s hair, making it pull away from her face. Riona almost flinched at not being able to hide, but she knew she would never have to hide with Aislinn. That was part of the point.

Other people were still milling around as well. Everyone dressed in black. Everyone mourning for a child. But Soll was never just a child. He was her brother. He was her everything. Riona didn’t know how to move forward from this. It had been excruciating to listen to the priest. And her parents. She kept swallowing and trying to hide her tears, but there was really no point in it.

She hated Church now. She hated how these people said all these pretty words and offered their prayers. What good were prayers? What good was God? How could He have let this happen? She had so many questions, and she knew that there were no answers.

II: Aidan (Star Trek AOS AU)

After everything was over, they were finally able to honor Aidan. She didn’t know how to do it. It was like losing a limb. They had the death rites; they spoke the words that needed to be spoken. But it felt like…it felt like she was just going through the motions. She knew that she had the right to mourn. Death did not come easy for them. But they had also accomplished so much. And the victory felt so hollow now. It was…it wasn’t right. Something was fractured. This was what she had wanted, but there was no joy. Only a bleak sense of the void laughing at her.

III: Sawyer (LOST AU)

He jumped off the helicopter. He had wanted her to survive. He had wanted her to have a happy ending. He didn’t seem to understand that she wouldn’t be happy without him. She wished that she had been able to convince him of that. She wished that she hadn’t had to say goodbye.

There was a public funeral for Oceanic Flight 315. Jack said some words. All of the Oceanic Survivors were expected to be there. They read off the manifest, and Riona couldn’t stop crying when James’ name was called. Her fiancé. The father of her child. She wouldn’t get that life with him.

IV: Becca (The Boys AU)

It was her idea, actually. Mallory had gotten Becca’s body. They had a service, with a priest, and they let Butcher say goodbye. But Riona felt the need to say goodbye, too. Even though she hadn’t known Becca for more than a day, she felt like she’d known Becca forever. After all, this whole thing had been for her. And Riona was beholden to her promise to Becca. Butcher would not be alone. Not now, not ever. She thought it was important that Becca knew that she would take that promise seriously.

V: Butcher (The Boys AU)

They buried him next to Becca. Riona had gotten on the first plane she could, with twin newborns, and she returned in her mourning dress. Another October, another funeral, another death-versary. She was really starting to hate October. But the twins were born the same day, right as the stars came out, and she at least had that.

“It’s not how I wanted, but we did it,” she whispered to his headstone. “You’re with Becca. Vought’s gone. Everything we worked for. And the twins are here. Shiv and Liam. I’m going to miss you so much, Butch. I really wish you’d seen an after in all of this. Maybe if you had, you’d be here with me. I love you.” She touched Becca’s headstone. “At least you get him back. Your turn to take care of him again. We both know he’s not one to sit still, so you’ve got some work to do.”

She swore she felt the wind laugh.

+1: Role Reversal—Soll’s POV

“Rona should be here,” Soll told his parents.

“Soll, let us finish the rites,” his mother scolded.

He shook his head. “She saved me. She should be here.” He never talked back to his mother, but he felt like she wasn’t listening.

“She was very brave,” Papa agreed. “She did a good thing.”

“Did the stars tell her this would happen? Did she know? Why isn’t she still here?” Soll asked question after question.

His mind was all questions. His first memories were of Riona smiling and trying to show him how to fly. It was Riona who had always been there for him. He didn’t know who he was without Riona. It wasn’t fair. Why was she not here?

“Death is not easy,” Queen Roisin said to him. “Especially for one so young. You have much life to experience, Soll. You will understand someday.”

“Understand what?” he asked. “I want my sister!”

He flew away, going to the tallest tree he could find—that wasn’t the Queen’s Tree—so that he could look up at the sky. He wished he could hear the stars. He needed answers. He needed to know why he had lost his sister. Riona believed in the stars, and he refused to believe that they would let her go unprepared. Which meant that she knew she had to protect him, and it was his fault. The stars could not speak to him, so he just stared at them, trying to find meaning in the way they shone.

#written in the stars (my writing)#v: human au #v: space cat (aos)#v: lost #v: wanted to save people #rpcdev

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smellslikemultifandomimagines · 3 years

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𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

because tumblr hates me

from july 2021 onwards

➣ STILES

in public → stiles buys reader vibrating panties and turns them on in public

please touch me → reader comes home from visiting relatives out of town and makes sub!stiles beg for her

who do you belong to, stiles? → stiles knows reader is jealous of lydia and rubs it in her face, only to face a harsh punishment from her.

stiles rutting against reader in his sleep → headcanon

i can explain → mccall!reader and stiles have sex and scott walks in

size kink → stiles has a size kink

warmth → reader and stiles cuddle on the couch + cockwarming

in front of a mirror → reader and stiles have sex in front of a mirror

blindfolded and gagged → **void!stiles plays with reader

kiss me → reader and stiles hook up after scott (also reader's ex) and malia get together

slap → stiles lightly slaps reader on her cheek

➣ THEO

baking → theo helps reader to bake but he teases her with the batter

alpha kink

jealousy → Theo gets jealous because some guy is flirting with reader

never done this before → theo is rough with reader but it's her first time

kink unlocked → theo tries to find out what the reader's into ♡ part 2: round 2 - headcanon

baby fever → reader and theo try for a baby

you gotta return the favour → reader and theo try 69-ing

took you long enough → reader joins the lacrosse team and completely overpowers Theo & she blows him in the female locker room

wish you were here → reader is on vacation with her family and resorts to phone sex with theo

praise kink → theo has a praise kink

all this wax → reader and theo experiment with wax play

theo, the not-so-bad-wolf → male!reader makes theo nervous as he doms theo

you're mine, raeken → reader is jealous of tracy

if i could take it all back → during theo's redemption arc, reader and theo get back together [part 2 to this]

nsfw alphabet

if you keep doing that, i'll cum, princess → theo with mccall!reader

➣ SCOTT

➣ DEREK

aftercare → headcanon

it has always been you → reader and derek have been best friends for years, but when she starts dating scott, derek confesses his love to reader.

under the table → reader gives derek a blowjob under the table

singing → reader sings in the shower and derek joins her

sex pollen → reader and derek have sex while on sex pollen

prove to me you're a good girl → derek punishes reader for teasing him ♡ part 2: only good girls get to cum

wait until they leave → reader slaps derek's ass in front of the Pack and he whispers what until they leave in her ear

on a call → reader teases derek while he's on the phone

danger → reader and derek have slow, sensual sex after she was put in danger

sex room → derek has a sex room and teases reader with handcuffs and icecubes

you don't need that thing → derek punishes reader after discovering her vibrator

nsfw alphabet → headcanon

size kink → derek has a size kink

can't be nice now, can we? → reader punishes and pegs derek after he was being a brat earlier

such a fucking brat → reader keeps sexting derek and after they leave derek punishes her

sit back down and listen → derek spanks brat!reader in front of everyone at the Pack meeting

gonna fill you up → mccall!reader and derek have sex and reader ends up pregnant.

first time trying oral → reader goes down on derek for the first time

cockwarming → reader and derek try cockwarming

cramp reliever → derek helps relieve readers period cramps

you're doing so well → reader and derek have sex for the first time and he's bigger than she thought

cry → reader overstimulates derek and he cries from how good it hurts

show off → peter has a crush on derek gf so when peter is coming to visit derek fuck her hard n make her moan his name loudly

➣ LIAM (HE’S 18+ IN ALL SMUTS)

locker room → reader and liam have sneaky sex in the locker room

wet dream → liam wakes up reader while he's having a wet dream - headcanon

mommy kink → liam has a mommy kink

10 minutes → reader leaves red lipstick over liam's face after a makeout session

all yours → liam gets mad at guys disrespecting you in the halls

need to learn your lesson → dom!liam fucking you hard after a fight

tell me who's making you feel this good → liam is jealous of brett and shows reader who she belongs to

nsfw alphabet

such a good boy → sub!liam

slut → reader has a degradation kink

➣ MALIA TATE

➣ ISAAC

sneaky → isaac sneaks into reader's room - headcanon

isaac catches you masturbating → headcanon

size kink → isaac has a size kink

illuminated → reader and isaac have sex at the illuminated party

heat → reader and isaac are both in heat

home → isaac comes home from paris and him and reader make up for lost time

➣ BRETT (HE’S 18+ IN ALL SMUTS)

hush hush → reader and brett have secret sex while she is having a sleepover with lori ♡ part 2: dessert ♡ part 3: caught

drunk on love → reader and brett have drunk sex

say my name again → reader and brett have angry sex + he degrades her

daddy kink → reader accidentally calls brett 'daddy'

nsfw alphabet

➣ TRACY (SHE’S 18+ IN ALL SMUTS)

➣ NOLAN (HE’S 18+ IN ALL SMUTS)

nsfw alphabet → headcanon

what is it angel? → dom!nolan fucks reader so good, she's unable to make coherent sentences

size kink → nolan has a size kink

➣ LYDIA

please mommy → reader has a mommy kink

➣ ERICA

➣ PETER

first christmas → young!peter and reader celebrating their first christmas together in more ways than one

making up for lost time → reader had a fling with Peter in the past and ended up pregnant. She returns to Beacon Hills and they make up for lost time - headcanon

➣ ALLISON

in the dark → reader and allison have a sleepover, and while watching a movie, things get frisky

➣ J.PARRISH

nsfw alphabet

➣ BOYD

gentle → reader and boyd have sex for the first time and she rides him

★ MULTIPLE CHARACTERS

reader x theo x liam

reader x theo x scott

nolan and brett's kinks

reader x liam x nolan

reader x malia x stiles

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Scandal Ch. 5 - Loki x Reader

Summary: Loki returns to claim what is his - willing to kill everyone in his way.

Warnings: Angst.

Words: ~1800

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A/N: Sweet little Feedback Anon, I took your suggestion. You know which one I mean if you see it. (:

Btw guys I have like 60+ Drafts I need to finish so pls be patient with me.

Word sure spreads fast among the folk of Asgard, about Odin’s shame and your innocence.

Since his lies had weakened the favor among his subjects, the Allfather was desperate to clean his name and reputation, ultimatively inviting you to come back.

But you declined, stating that this wasn’t your homeland anymore ever since they betrayed you to fullfill their selfish ambitions.

However, Asgard’s hypocrisy wasn’t the only reason you chose to stay on Midgard - you just knew that it would break your heart every day you’d spend on a place with so many memories connected to your deceased husband.

Earthlings, the people of S.H.I.E.L.D and especially Thor’s friends Jane and Erik Selvic had basically become like family to you. Even though they could never fill the void Loki had left in your heart, things being like this was more than you could wish for.

“Lady Y/N!” a familiar voice greeted you, yet his worried tone startled you. Thor was already standing in your room, practically kicking in your door as he was visibly upset.

Immediately, you put Liam into his crib and rushed to his side. “What’s the matter?!”

A strange mix of horror and excitement was stretched across his face, making your heart sink to your stomach.

Actually, you didn’t want to involve yourself with the Asgardians any further. All you ever wanted was for your child to be healthy and happy, no matter where this was possible.

But Thor was still your cherished brother-in-law, as well as a wonderful uncle, never ceasing to provide for you and Liam, even when everyone else had forsaken you.

Yet what he was about to tell you let your blood run cold:

“Loki is back.”

Immediately, all the walls you had built up over those past months were crumbling as you collapsed to the floor, crying out of anger and relief.

“H-How? How is this even possible?! He’s dead! Loki died!”

“Pull yourself together, Lady Y/N!” Thor has always been a rather touchy-feely kind of person, in opposite to his raw and bulky appearance.

But right now, he wouldn’t dare to hug or console you, like he’d usually do. Instead, he was offering you a hand to help you get back up - which you wouldn’t be able to take just yet. “There’s no use in overthinking this! We need to hurry!”

“What do you even want me to do?” you wondered, because if your husband was really alive, you’d doubt him wanting to see you. “He’s changed...killed a lot of people before he disappeared. And still, I don’t wanna fight him. How can I be of any help at all?!?”

“We know he’s probably after you and the child” the God of Thunder stated coldly. “So you need to be transferred to a safe location.”

What can be more safe than a base of S.H.I.E.L.D? If only you knew he had already demolished a whole, giant outpost of them with ease...

“I’ll explain everything to you on the way.” “Let me quickly get the baby.”

“What, did you forget the name of your nephew already?” you chuckled awkwardly, but seeming to have struck a nerve.

Thor was only slowly approaching the crib in which your lovely baby was resting, staring at it with awe while his trembling hand caressed Liam’s cheek.

“Incredible...” he whispered mainly to himself, as if this wasn’t the thousandth time he would lay eyes upon him. “He’s just like I remember him.”

Something was off.

Of course Thor had a spare key to your flat, but you had never heared him unlock it - he had just kind of appeared in the middle of the room. Could as well be that you had been to invested with something, or buried in thought to notice him, and yet...

“Wait” you stated, making him flinch away from the child and turn around. “My knees are still weak. Help me up first.”

With heavy steps, Thor would force himself away from the crib and towards you again, lending you another hand and easily pulling you up - just for you to point a sharp dagger to his throat.

“Lady Y/N, when did you summo-”

“Shut up!” you hissed, and the god held his hands into the air to assure his goodwill. "Drop the disguse. Now!”

The man let out an amused huff, a taint of green covering his body to revert it back to normal - revealing your husband.

His hair had become longer, and dark rings showed how devastating those past months went by for him. Yet still, he was unmistakingly your husband.

Yet a faint, mad spark in his eyes was what worried you the most.

Now he was holding a knife as well, both circling around the crib with a knife at each other’s throat, as if to dance with each other.

“So it’s really you, Loki?”

“The one and only” he declared, chest swelling with pride at his performance and completely ignoring your hostile undertone. “I missed you painfully, my sweetling.”

He looked to the side where your son was still sleeping soundly, regret clearly visible on his face. “Wha- what name did you give our child?”

“Liam it is.”

The smallest of smiles tugged on his lips, swallowing harshly to surpress the sobs wanting to break free. “Beautiful name. Very well chosen.”

Pain was stretching across your features, desperately trying for the dam of emotions to not break. The dagger in your hand vanished, rather choosing to reluctantly caress his cheek - to make sure this was really him, and not one of his illusions.

And it was really him, leaning into your touch with a content purr. “Yes, my love, just like tha-”

A loud noise drang to his ear, effectively cutting him off. He needed a second to understand that it was in fact you slapping him what caused the interruption.

“Dear, wait, I-” Another hit, this time it was your knee digging into his groin, making him gasp in pain.

With his current power, it would be a piece of cake to block you - yet he knew that after everything that had happened to you, and everything he had done...

...it was what he deserved. So he would allow you to let off some steam.

Yet much to his surprise, you were done already - now grabbing desperately on his cloak and pulling him in for a passionate kiss.

He immediately reciprocated, dropping his weapon as well to embrace you fully, lips mingling with each other over and over again.

Oh, how long had both of you craved for each other?

“Sorry” you panted as your lips finally parted, “Just needed to get that off my chest.”

“Do not apologize, my love” Loki declared, chin resting atop of your head, still no intention to let go off of you. “I deserve far worse than that.”

You looked up to him, the kiss having made something surface in his eyes: So solemn, and incredibly fragile, it made your heart ache.

“Wha- what happened to you? Where have you been all this time?”

Loki’s face contorted at the question, as if the thoughts in his mind were physically painful. But his mind was clouded, unable to make his proper memory resurfacing. “Places far beyond your imagination, dear. And I have learned many things.”

“I-I thought I had lost you...” you ultimatively began to sob, face dug into his chest.

“No” the god whispered softly, his gaze still unwavering. “You always have me. I promise.”

“What now?” you sniveled as he gently pet your head, just as back in good old times. “Where do we go?”

“What do you mean?” Loki’s features creased into a slight frown, “We stay here. There’s no need to leave or flee.”

“Bu-” you hesistantly took a few steps back, to take in his full reaction. “But you’re a wanted criminal, Loki! On Asgard as well as Midgard!”

His manner became more defensive again, glee radiating off of him. “Oh, my sweet, innocent Y/N...still the idealist, I see.”

“And you are still insufferable” you scoffed back, crossing your arms. “What do you mean?”

Actually, you dreaded the answer.

The man seemed to be thinking about many things at once, eyes narrowing before he finally took a hold of your hand, squeezing it ever so slightly when he saw that you were still wearing his ring - even after everything that had happened.

“Y/N, my love, those deaths were a necessary evil.” He tried to peck a quick kiss on your hand, but you pulled away at those words. “The only crime I feel guilty for is having left the love of my life. But don’t you worry, I’ll make up for it.”

He summoned a staff, glowing in the same blue as the tesseract - and much to your terror, his eyes started to adapt to them as well.

“I will create my own kingdom, Y/N! Here on Midgard, with you as my queen! This is what you deserve, my love! You and our child will have everything you desire and more!”

“This is madness, Loki!” It wasn’t the first time he had heared that.

People always treated him wrongly, afterwards wondering why he was trying to create felicity on his own. “Is it?” he croaked, “Is it madness for a person born to rule two kingdoms to create a home he never had?”

His plan did not merit awe or any such feelings he hoped you to have - the only person in the world he thought would understand him.

“Loki, what your parents have done to you is inexcusable, yet-”

“They’re not my parents!” he screamed enraged, eyes then widened in shock that he had raised his voice at you. “My apologies, I...”

“They have kept the truth from you so that you’d never feel different. You know you’re their son, and the Asgardians are your family. You must know that!”

“You speak like mother” he spat, and still Frigga’s words he could not shake off as easily as Odin’s. “There is no going back to that place, and Jotunheim I never had a connection with. You most likely heared that I tried to kill Laufey, yes?”

Nodding in silence, you nervously bit your lip. “Please...” Wrapping your arms around him and placing one ear at his sternum, you could clearly hear how his heart was fighting a war, struggling to decide.

“You can still stop whatever you were gonna do. We can start anew somewhere, lead a peaceful life with Liam. I don’t need wealth or power, and you clearly know any of this wouldn’t give you the satisfaction you’re searching for!”

“As always, you’re right” he grumbled deeply, already regretting what he was about to do. “But it’s not that easy, my naive little dove.”

“No~” With his hand on the back of your neck, he infused a powerful magic inside your body, slowly shutting down your nervous system completely. As careful as possible, he cradled you in his arms and slowly led you to the floor, then proceeding to take his heir.

“The only thing I need for myself is our little family - and I will avenge you by murdering anyone that did you wrong, or tries to separate us again.”

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