#arthur x oc

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Fish out of water

(Arthur x OCPirate!Fem!Reader)

My art, don't steal please.

Prologue

Summary : Orphia has to leave her destined life as a pirate behind when she is marooned in America. Losing everything, and having to rediscover how to survive on the earth. Living a new life with little help. Till she falls in with a gang, not being able to bring herself to rejoin the sea and leaving those who she cares for.

! ! This is going to have a decent amount of chapters. I understand that it being long is intimidating for some to read, but despite if no one is interested i will be continuing this as its a passion project of mine. Skip the prologue if you want to! But it is important for the story. I do love a slow burn story with a lot of backstory so I apologise.

Warnings !! Guns, violence, swearing, slight g0re

Words : 3k

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The mistress of the Atlantic was a old wives tale, told to children to petrify them into desired behavior. A name whispered in hushed tones across every tavern along the coast. Her true reputation proceeding her, striking justified fear into sailors and merchants alike. Eyes that gleamed with the cold fury of a storm-tossed sea, the embodiment of terror on the high seas. Not because she was a ruthless killer. Because she was a calculated woman, not afraid to teach those a lesson who under estimate her. She was feared for her sudden appearances, and her story. No woman during this time had ever accomplished such control over her men as she had managed, and in the eyes of those who had heard the stories they thought she was a witch. A witch who casted a spell on her crew.

Her uncanny ability to outmaneuver and outsmart her enemies struck a interest in the men she now called her crew. Never a boring day at sea with her. Respect being earnt, and not expected. That's one of the reasons they never left her side, her leadership was like no other. She pulled her weight and ensured the safety in return for their service. Till disaster finally stuck. Her luck sailing to an end.

It was 1890, Orphia had been a pirate captain for almost a decade. Learning from her experiences and growing as a leader. But even when the brightest minds are caught off guard, they can be overthrown.

A freeing breeze whipped through the sails as normal, waves crashing against the solid wood of the black pearl. Blue stretching for miles as the horizon curved at the edge of the earth. "Captain!" a voice hurried from behind her followed by a herd of footsteps. Orphia turned to find her brother, her first hand man. Stood in front of the audience of her crew. "They caught up with us, and they have friends" he pointed to the armed force of army ships a few miles away. The English army had been chasing them for years, they had grown too smart and advanced with their knowledge on Orphias crew.

The battle was short, but it seemed the dawn had caught up with them as the darkening sky came upon them as the deafening raw of dozens of cannons terrified the night. Ships closed in around the black pearl, suffocating it's structure. Orphia had to say goodbye to her life that day. The ship began taking on water fast as the four rival ships battered it beyond repair. Fires not being given the mercy by the salt water, bringing down the sails as they crashed into the deck. Cries for their captains help haunt her mind to this day.

If her brother hadn't pulled her from the burning pits of the crumbling platform, she wouldn't be here. Jumping into the pits of the dark blue below them with nothing but survival in their minds.

She had woken up on a muddy shore, a pistol still tangled in her hands. Sunburnt and covered in seaweed. The crew was scattered on the sea bed along with their former vessel. Determination to reclaim her lost glory was lost along with everything else, except for one other survivor. Enzo had been awake for a lot longer than her, pulling himself along the coast with bruised hands. Looking for his sister. She ran to the body on the floor, looking like a burnt corpse.

His shrapnel wound shifted her priorities to a pure motif of survival. "Am i going to die? Orphia?" his voice was desperate, digging his nails into the dirt next to him.

"Hush. I made a promise to our father that i wouldn't let that happen" she tightened the cloth ,that she ripped from her own shirt, around the bloody mess on the young boys leg. He gritted his teeth together in agony, refusing to let out a noise. "Right..." The pirate pulled the hat off her head, twisting it in her hands to ring out the water. "We need shelter, think you could stand"

The boy looked at her as if she was an idiot, motioning to the blood stained dirt surrounding his limb. "Think for a second. What do you think the answer to that question is?"

Orphia scoffed, her hat landing atop her hair once again. She hoisted the boy up, leaning his full body weight on hers as his arm clutched around her shoulder like a walking stick. "Don't be a smart ass, or I'll leave it here"

Dragging the harmed man through the deep swamps of mud was no easy task, but she managed. The morning sun setting over the Lemoyne landscape gave a nice feeling of their drenched clothes drying off.

A house stood, hidden behind bushes and a large forest along the coast. A miracle, she thought. The mansion itself is a grand, yet dilapidated structure. The surrounding marshland serving as an efficient barrier from unwelcomed guests. Though the atmosphere was eerie and foreboding, it was the perfect place to hide.

Enzo rested as best he could, tossing and turning as soon as night rolled around. Orphia spent the next week hunting with a small knife, not having much luck considering she had never done it before. Managing to steal a chicken from a farmers stead in the night was her best bet at survival. "My leg" The boy whimpered, gripping at his leg with both hands. His head was covered in blankets of sweat and his body burned to the touch. "Its not gone gangrene, you'll be fine" Orphia mumbled, peeling away the rotting dressing that covered it.

"Tell that to the metal in my leg" He hissed in pain.

She made attempts at stealing medicine from a small town, but their guns were intimidating enough to make her turn the other way. The gun powder in her pistol soaked, not having the right tools to fix it she was effectively weaponless. Defenseless. Back to being the damsel in distress, not being able to help herself or her brother. She was no one on land. A fish out of water.

"Use your knife" "against a whole town of fully armed Americans?" She scoffed "I don't think so, kid"

"So, steal a gun."

"You aren't very smart are you?" the two bickered around the fire they had made outside the home. Sharing an old tin of beans they found in an old wagon. Orphia spent the night pondering. Her next task was to find some sort of weapon. Perhaps she could trade for it. Or sell something. But what.

Society scared her, the unnatural order of it all. The stillness of the land made her feel ill. But she had to somewhat conform if they were going to survive. Then it hit her, that farmer she stole chickens from had a nasty shotgun on him. She'd nearly fallen victim to him countless times. She knew he was a drunk, a drunk who passed out when consumed to much. She can use that to her advantage.

The next night, she waited. Watched him from afar. The man was sat on his porch, polishing said shotgun funnily enough. A bottle of beer sat next to his chair. Not long passed before the old farmer fell asleep, rocking on his chair and spilling the contents of his drink all over the wooden floor.

Orphia suck up to him, a cloth tied round her face as to not reveal her identity. It was too easy to be true. She snatched the gun from the floor next to him and ran like she was being chased by it. Snatching a chicken on the way put because why not. The alarm calls from its friends woke the man, he stood abruptely to the sight of the figure running away like a fox. Even more alarmed when he went to reach for his shot gun and finding his hands empty.

"I'll catch you, little maggot!"

Orphia laughed with relief as her legs carried her further and further away, holding both the chicken and the gun.

"You did it? You beautiful bastard" Enzo cheered at her as she entered the home. "Who's not very smart now" He prodded at her, pulling himself to his feet using the table in front of his chair. His sister moved round the table and pushed him back onto the chair. Causing a painful sigh to escape him.

"Now i just need to somehow steal medicine" She threw the now deceased animal onto the table alongside with her newly obtained wespon.

"Going at night would be easier, no?" The boy began to pluch the feathers from the chicken.

"That's a idea, but the sheriffs is right next door. and I'd have to cause a lot of noise to get in." Her hands were rested on the table as she leaned on them. pondering once again. "I'm going to wait till morning, when it first opens. The sheriff on morning duty is another drunk so there's a high possibility he will be hung over or passed out"

"Look at you go, cowboy" Enzo threw a feather at her playfully, Orphia lightly whacking his head in return.

"Dirty pirate" She laughed back. "someone has to get us out of this"

Early the next morning, before the sun even had a chance to unveil itself, Orphia threw on her jacket riddled with holes. The shotgun was thrown over her shoulder, and fabric was tied around her face to once again hide herself.

The town was close to the farm she had been robbing for, the citizens calling it Rhodes. It had everything you'd need. So she didn't want to cause to many issues, as it was the closest civilisation to her apart from the big city. Saint denis. But she would be avoiding that sespit at all costs.

The sun peaked over the horizon as the doctor unlocked the door into his establishment. The rest of the town quiet of people. Orphia snuck through the door as he was settling into the desk in front of her. Pointing the gun at him to see when he turned around. A frightened 'Oh!' left his lips, immediately raising his hands as if he had done this before.

"I don't want to hurt you" was her first words, pushing forward towards him. "Keep quiet, and give me something to treat a wound, and you keep your head"

The pharmacist began sweating profusely, his poor mustache twitching above his lip. His hands still in the air, a finger stretched and pointed at the shelf on the far end of the shop. Bandages and tonics sitting idly, rising sun shining through the glass bottles and reflecting on the wood of the floor.

Her gun never left his site, keeping a keen eye for any sudden movements as she walked sideways to the cabinet. Using a free hand to stash anything she could find into her satchel, and backing away into the door behind her. When she was out, she ran. As fast as she knew how to.

It wasn't long till she could hear the Clerk shouting for help, the sluggish sheriff flying through the doors to see the commotion. But it was too late. She was already out of site.

Enzos wounds were tended to properly, disinfected and bandaged. A wave of relief hit the two, hope for a better tomorrow. "You know, you could have just casually stole this shit without pointing a gun at the poor man" Orphia tightened the fabric around his leg, causing him to wince in pain.

"Yeah well, I haven't exactly been cowboying for that long" she tapped his leg, again, causing him to hiss. "Maybe you can give me some lessons when you get up off your ass"

"Hey, it's not my fault i can't walk" He fell silent after the sentence left his mouth. Neither of them having a chance to grieve, to really think about what happened. Their whole life was on sea, they barely remember anything before that. That ship had been their home since they were children, baring victim to its cellar for a large portion of their childhoods.

"Are we going to talk about what happened?" Enzo mumbled, looking up to his sister from his resting place by the fire. She shook her head. "There's nothing to talk about, our luck ran out and they got us."

"We lost our friends. Are we just going to ignore that?"

"What do you want me to say? Want me to throw a funeral for all 22 of them without their bodies?" She bit back rather quickly, pulling the hat from her head and playing with the feather. "If we think too deep about it, we wont be able to move on. The army believe we are all gone, so we have the chance to start over. Lets take it" Orphia's tone shifting to a more desperate one, turning to see him. "You're only 19, brother, you still have so much ahead of you"

His face solemn, looking deep into the pits of the fiery blaze in front of him. "Where do we go from here?"

She thought for a second, sharing his view. Then looking over at the house behind her. "We already have shelter, lets focus on food for now. Maybe i'll look into getting us some money."

"What? You want to join this shit hole?"

"If we are going to stay here, we need to play the part. I don't like it either"

Enzo made quick progress over the next week, on the third day he managed to catch a rabbit. Orphia will never know how it happened but she was grateful to have a proper meal that night. They made acquaintances with some of the locals, Enzo sweet talking some strangers into lending him a bow. Which massively improved their diet. Adapting rather fast to their new life style.

In means of money, they kept to a piratey rout. Setting up small heists and jobs around towns to get some simple cash flow.

These jobs consisted of simple robberies, stealing carriages and selling them. Things like that. But with the new rise in crime, they also had competition with rival gangs. The lemoyne raiders being especially a pain in the arse, more so than Sherrif grey.

"Hey, check this out!" Enzo was heard, shouting from outside the gates of shady bell. His figure not visible. Orphia stood from her seat on the porch, looking around for the source of the sound.

His head bopping over the hedges around him, finally revealing a large black and red horse he had found. His legs flung around as his arms wrapped around the neck of the beast for dear life. "I don't know how to control it!" He yelped, turning to a worried mess as the horse attempted to buck him off its back. Orphia sat back down, agreeing that this was his well earned Karma.

"Orphia! Help! Please, i'm going to die up he-" His back his the floor with an 'oof'. Leaving the horse to roam freely around the edge of the swamp, still visibly disturbed. "She was fine earlier, maybe she saw you and was spooked" He clutched at his winded abdomen. His sister stifling a laugh as she shook her head.

"You're going to have such a stupid death one day." she laughed between words, resuming to polish her gun. Her idiotic brother climbing to his feet and attempting to win over the horse once again.

"Lets call her Pearl. She will be our new vessle" He shouted over, now standing a meter from the rearing horse with his hands out ready.

"No, you cant just use the same name again"

"Okay, you think of something."

Orphia looked up at the horse. "Hmm" she readjusted in her seat.

"What about Atlantic. No. Atlantis"

"Atlantis" He repeated. "Makes sense, she was lost before i found her."

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Write You Erotic

Written for @scummy-writes & @oigimi’s  12 Days of Arthur event Prompt:  Day 1: warm drinks / sharing and inspired by Late Night Feelings by Mark Robson ft Lykke Li

Rating: M/Explicit  Pairing: Arthur/OC M/F (my Ikevamp OC Persephone)

Minors DNI 

Summary:  Set during the Ikevamp Interlude In the aftermath of Vlad’s attack on the residents, the mansion is thrown into a state of disarray and everyone’s emotions are running high Arthur steps back into his role as Doctor. But who cares for the carers? Persephone decided to spend a little time caring for Arthur in the quiet hours of the night and two damaged hearts begin to come together

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The aftermath of Vlad’s theatre of horrors weighed heavily on the residents. Shakespeare was in a bad way, but he’d recover, however everyone else was still shaken by their pasts literally coming back to haunt them. Arthur and Dazai escaped direct confrontations with their own ghosts, but that meant they went into overdrive looking after the fallout of everyone else’s. Dazai taking the role of clown to try and lift everyone’s spirits, Arthur taking up this medical bag again to ensure the physical injuries were taken care of. The mental injuries would be added to the list of traumas each of them carried and would have to fade with time.

But who cares for the carers? It’s something that had been on Persephone’s mind since the dust had settled and everyone retreated into their rooms. She’d popped her head round every door and sure enough the facade of normality was back up but there was someone who kept appearing in her mind.

Arthur.

Despite the rocky start, she’d come to care for him quite a bit. More than she’d expected certainly and tonight confirmed the dirty flirt had wormed his way well and truly into her affections. When she heard the Gauguin had pulled a gun and Arthur had intervened her heart felt like it stopped. But in the aftermath he’d cheerfully put on his carefree act and had been tending the Will for hours. As she padded down the hall, the light from his room was finally seen spilling out under the door and she knew she needed to do something for him.

The kitchen was surprisingly chaotic, even Sebas was too weary to put everything back in its right place but thankfully the coffee tools were together. It may be late but coffee and fudge always cheered him up and it seemed more important tonight than ever. The ritual of grinding and brewing leading to the smell of smoke and herbs filling her nose, proving to be soothing in its familiarity, but it needed something more. Arthur was terrible at holding his drink but a measure of whiskey in his coffee shouldn’t floor him. Well, perhaps two measures - it had been a long night. She prepared herself some too, with a bit of fudge placed on a tray.

The trip to his room was surprisingly quiet, she’d expected someone to be around but thankfully they weren’t. The silence and the moonlight her only company, even the sound of her steps muffled by the carpet. The light was still creeping from under the doorframe, she let out a sigh of relief at the fact he was still up because she didn’t want to wake him from what little sleep he could manage.

The knock was tentative, and there was a pause before she finally heard him answer. Even through the door she could hear an undercurrent in his voice. He’d not escaped his ghosts after all she mused.

“Come in” the slightly confused voice beckoned, the door handle feeling slightly awkward as her hand trembled while opening it.

Turning to face her, his eyes didn’t hide their shock, perhaps the weariness making schooling his expression less smooth than usual. But, his face settled into his usual smirk, albeit wearier his voice taking on a slightly deeper huskier tone. It felt more sensual than usual, making her skin prickle as he spoke

“Why dove, bit late for you to be about but must say you are a sight for sore eyes” he leaned back into his writing chair, letting his body relax again, with his legs crossed over one another watching her cross into his space. The scent of coffee already perking up his senses. She sets the tray down near the chaise lounge, and he slowly makes his way over to sit next to her.

“Seemed like you could use a pick me up after a day like today” she said placing the coffee mug in one hand and the fudge in the other making his eyes light up with joy

“Coffee and fudge, by jove I’ve been blessed by the goddess of the mansion” he theatrically said, taking a swig, only to register that his coffee has an added treat. The slight shock on his face morphing from smirk to full on grin.

“Thought a slightly Irish boy could use a slightly Irish coffee” Persephone smiled taking sips of her own drink. The comment on his ancestry taking him off guard and earning her a slightly baffled look “How the devil did you guess-wait the name wasn’t it” he corrected himself and cursed his lack of sleep for making such a painfully obvious comment. 

“Well that and your talent for spinning a yarn” another sip of coffee and whiskey warming her up. The near positive comment reminded him of what she said on their first night she arrived and he introduced himself. The comment on his body of work was ‘oh, the detective stories, they’re cute’ bristled him more than he cared to admit despite his adversarial relationship with his most famous creation.

He chucked with a wry edge “I thought you said my stories were ‘cute’”

“Well, yes your detective stories. I always preferred your ghost stories” she said between sips. Arthur nearly spat his coffee across the room, she continued ignoring his reaction “A particular favourite is the Captain of the Pole Star, I’ve always been curious at what the captain was grasping for to die with such a smile on his face. I read it a lot after my parent’s died and it was a surprisingly comforting story despite its eeriness. Actually when I was trying to make the decision between pursuing ballet as a career or going to uni, it was those ghost stories that spurred on my choice to study English Literature & Art History. Actually wrote my dissertation on some of your work…” Her voice trailed off as her body relaxed into the seat, allowing her legs to stretch and exaggerate their lithe shape, the robe falling just enough to bare her claves. The leanness of her dancer’s body becoming apparent beneath.

Arthur let his gaze travel once he recovered enough from the fact that not only did she actually know of his other work but she had just opened up more than he’s ever heard. The mansion’s newest resident had been a particular mystery to him, ask affable as she was, she was surprisingly cagy about her own life so trying to get more than superficial details from her proved a challenge; her speciality was to deflect and focus on the residents the moments he began to prod more so this candidness somewhat strange and endearing. Adding the coffee in making him feel warm and relaxed. The whiskey giving his mind a haze and the comfort he rarely allowed helped too.

“Persephone luv, I’m not sure I’ve ever heard you talk so much about yourself. Feeling somewhat honoured to get to see a little more beneath the surface” the flirtation in his voice amplified by the husky edge of exhaustion “surely not this little amount of booze has loosened your lips”

“Effy. You can call me Effy. It’s been a long time since anyone used that nickname but you can…if you want. Probably safer than letting you pick” she chuckled thinking of poor Newt, but her eyes were gazing off past him, scanning the titles on his bookshelves. “Well, suits you better than Percy” Arthur mused “Still someone is rather open tonight. Must say despite coming across like a little lost bunny whose face seems to give away her every thought, you’re more tricky to unwrap that expected”

“Seems like a good night for it” she simply stated looking him in the eye “and if I ask you how you’re truly feeling you’ll just find a way to deflect. Plus, even for immortals apparently time is no guarantee. Guess it’s a round about way to thank you for your writing” her thoughts tuned back to Shakespeare’s bloodied form and trying to get enough rouge in him so he can heal. It was a quiet thanks, but it still reached him. It meant more to him right now than he could really elaborate with words alone.

“Y’know, I was a doctor on a whaling ship like the Pole Star, you’ve can probably guess how that inspired me” he grinned “granted, for all the things I learnt, the smell haunted me for years” he gave a light shudder that made both of them laugh, ending up in a comfortable silence as they continued their drinks. Effy ended up stretching her legs into his lap, enjoying the sensation of him lightly running his fingers over her ankles, it was intimate but neither cared to comment and break the peace between them. He enjoyed the last piece of fudge before asking

“Where did you go to university?”

“Edinburgh, doubt it’s changed much since you attended” the softness of her gaze and her answer brought a grin to his face

“My, what a coincidence” he looked over his nearly drained mug finding something quite sweet in the happenstance “often want to sneak back there and see the old place again, but there may be a few issues regarding my timeline and as much as I like winding up daddy, he occasionally has a point” they looked at each other as he shrugged.

Their eyes stayed trained on each other, seeing who would make the first move. Arthur was weighing up if a move would even be welcome right now. Despite the intimacy of the quiet hours of the night, when the morning comes consequences come with it and for all his levity, the fear of pushing her away by acting too forward now bubbled amongst the other anxieties that were threatening to burst fourth. A constant reminder of his own cowardice always there to creep up and ruin the most peaceful moments, if it wasn’t for the shifting of the seat and the feeling of Effy straddling him dragging him from the darkness of his own mind he’d consider this all a delusion.

It took him aback but he managed not to show it, the feeling of her body beginning to make his warmer, more sensitive. Her eyes held his, making the words dry up on his tongue, the feeling of her hand gently caressing his face made the blush forming on his face grow as her touch grazed down his neck and start to slip under the fabric of his shirt. Each touch felt so delicate he dared not move as she worked the remaining buttons open, he was losing his composure and knew he had to stop her before this could go beyond the point of return

“Effy, luv-“ he was silenced by a finger on his lips and it took all his restraint not to try and draw it into his mouth. He wanted to taste her, but he didn’t trust himself.

“Shhhhhh” her lips made a pretty shape he wanted to commit to memory “Arthur just relax. You’ve been busy doing the caring. Now you need someone to care for you” and with that, Effy gently undid the robe and let it fall from her shoulders, revealing that there was nothing underneath. Dark hair cascaded over a long and lean frame, her freckles extending from her face down her body like constellations across her skin, Arthur wanted to trace every one but was almost to scared to touch, in case the apparition in front of him was simply the hallucination of a sleep deprived mind.

As if sensing his trepidation, she took one of his hands and placed it on her breast and slowly drew it down to the curve of her waist, never once looking away from him. She only let go to capture his face between both of her hands and planted a surprisingly chaste kiss on his lips, a light taste to tease him, remind him she was here and wouldn’t vanish without having to say it. He felt like he was falling, so her grounded himself by holding onto her hips, soft but more muscular than he expected but it didn’t do much to help as her lips became bolder, his body reacting and making him dance to her tune. She was unexpectedly bold, he was enjoying the feeling of her melting into him, feeling skin on skin where his shirt had opened. He wanted more, needed her closer. His arms wrapped tightly around her and he slipped his tongue through her lips.

Her taste was mixed with the whiskey and coffee and it made for an intense flavour. Paired with the sensation of his shirt being removed and her hands beginning to work on his belt, the jingle of metal a prelude to the feeling of her hand fondling him. It felt like electricity jolted straight to his groin making his hips buck gently. An opportune time explore her more.

Wet heat awaited him as he slid his fingers down her hip and between her legs. The moan she made as he began to explore her made his head feel light, enjoying the sensation of her body massaging his digits and beginning to grip onto him. The thought of this on his cock made him swell in her hand. He used his free hand to pull hers away from his cock because he knew he’d lose the last shred of composure he had, so he pulled her wandering hand to his lips, kissing each finger while gazing at her.

He’d fantasised about this, the prospect of having her at last but it was better than he could have imagined, even just having her ride his fingers felt incredible and he didn’t want it to end, so when she pulled away he couldn’t help but let his face drop

“Shhhhh” she murmured lifting her hips “tonight I want to care for you Arthur” she whispered into his ear, her breath grazing over the shell of it. “Although…” Her face flushed a deeper shade as she said “it’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man and I’m not exactly an expert at being on top” she bit her lips causing them to look even more swollen and tempting, the sight absorbing Arthur until he felt her lower herself onto him slowly.

They moaned in unison, her body adjusting to the size, the slight stretch making her back arch until her was sheathed to the hilt. Arthur’s mind went blank, his body sensitised and overwhelmed by the feeling of her, being really inside her. He couldn’t hold back a growl of desire while trying to keep enough sense to reassure her

“Luv, you had me fooled” he said with a smirk on his face making the lust in his eyes look more intense. He was curious, as much as he wanted to take control and push her down onto the sofa and ravish her, his patience held and relaxed into the feeling of her beginning to ride him slowly and he thought to himself that this moment was even more perfect than anything he’d ever imagined.

Effy was struggling to keep her mind on track, feeling him fill her and enjoying the sensation of him inside, the heat, the heaviness but she began to move with a gentle roll of her hips. She couldn’t help but feel conscious of her lack of experience especially with a man like Arthur, someone who knew his way around pleasure and the thoughts kept disrupting her slow rhythm but looking down at him her heart skipped.

He was looking at her like she was the most precious thing in the world, his eyes blown with lust and head falling back but it was the smile on his face that stunned her. Not a smirk, not a grin but a gentle smile making him look almost boyish, vulnerable. The emotions swelling in her causing her to stop her movements just to kiss him, feel him this close. There was a passion but moreover a fragile intimacy between the pair caused by a rawness that only happens in the liminal time between now and tomorrow. She broke the kiss and began to build her pace, not too fast nor rough but with more force as she sunk down his cock causing Arthur to begin panting her name, his hands settling on her hips with force and beginning to guide her movements more. Each thrust made her shake, the head of his shaft brushing against the sensitive spot in her depths maker her voice sing out his name, the feeling of her wetness pooling all over his balls making the most obscene noises as they moved. Arthur began to take more control, moving his hips in unison causing his cock to delve even deeper into her, getting faster and rougher. Sweat tricking down his neck, the veins and muscles twitching, his Adams apple moving making his sensual masculinity even more pronounced and driving her even wilder. The pace began to become ragged, unpredictable making his hands on her hips the only thing anchoring them together until she felt him sucking her nipple, light bites and his tongue rolling over them, his fangs scraping against the sensitive flesh.

“Yo-you, ah” she gasped between thrusts “bite me” her voice almost pleading him as he worked her breasts. She could almost feel his cocksure smirk as he spoke into her chest, making his breathless voice muffled and somehow more arousing “Patience be luv” the vibrations of his murmur adding to the sensations ripping through her.

Arthur began to power into her. Despite being on the bottom she begun to realise he was in control and all she could do was hold on as he pounded into her, her cunt tightening due to the stimulation, the sudden flutters and clenches making Arthurs eyes roll back “Fuck Effy, you’re gripping me so tight you’re going to drive me over the edge before I’ve even had the pleasure of feeling you come on my cock like a good girl” he practically growled into her ear. A predatory edge taking over his handsome features, she could have sworn his eyes were practically glowing. His hand slipped from her hip and before she could register his fingers were rubbing the pearl between her legs making her already overstimulated mind and body burn hotter.

Arthur was in bliss, having her wetness all over him and sweaty body pressed against him. The first stirrings of her climax and having her cling to him like he was the only thing that mattered in the universe bringing out his more vampirish instincts, the want to possess her, consume every part of her from her pretty swollen lips, pert little nipples rubbing against him to the liquid soaking his balls and most of all, her blood which smelt sweeter and more enticing than ever. All she could do was moan, pant and say his name as he got faster, determined to feel her come for him, come on him, made keeping his fangs out of her a difficult task. So much so he almost gave in. But not yet, he wanted her on the brink before he drank from her. He wanted her at her sweetest and drowning in a pleasure only he could give her, even he was mildly surprised by quite how possessive he was getting. To the point, part of him never wanted to let her out of his room again.

The scraping of her nails across his neck and shoulders drew him back to the moment, a pride swelling in him at the prospect of her leaving scratches all over him as he felt her orgasm build, each flutter, jerk and moan pushing her closer until he felt it. The tension in her body signalling her hitting her limit was the sign he was waiting for and he sunk his fangs into her causing her to scream his name, the pleasure of his bite and the climax of his stimulation making her body tremble as she clung onto him while he fucked her through it his own high not far off. Effy felt like she’d not only been hit by a wave of pleasure but battered by it and drowned in it, her mind was rendered incoherent between his bite and the rather powerful orgasm he gave her converging, leaving every never in her body raw and sensitised to the point where she was struggling to even remain conscious. Thankfully Arthur wasn’t far behind her as he stopped drinking from her and buried his head into the juncture of her neck and shoulder damn near growling as she felt a warm sensation filling her up, her body clinging to every part of him in a vice like grip. To her surprise, he was shaking too, his body seemed to be humming with pleasure so much so they both stayed still, panting and trying to come back to reality neither daring to move too much and break away from the other. Arthur even refraining from some witty remark just to pant into her skin. He’d used the bite as foreplay more times than he could count, but using it now at the point of climax like this was more explosive than he had imagined; to the point he nearly was overwhelmed with the desire to drink a dangerous amount from her.

Time felt suspended around them, their bodies coalescing while they shared the experience of the slow fall from their joint high, the wait for the sensations to calm and the afterglow to dim. Eventually he pulled out from her reluctantly but the exhaustion of the events of the last few days paired with the sexual and emotional intensity wore away even Arthur’s inhuman stamina. Effy was barely clinging to consciousness and only let out a quite murmur as he lifted her to his bed and laid himself down next to her, their bodies intwining again as they both dropped into a deep sleep. Too deep for even his nightmares to reach.

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[caspers-arthur-morgan-imagines]

Stag & Doe

Summary

In a world where outlaws are no longer wanted, the past seems to be another foe. Seven years and one disappearance can hold many wounds. Even as you learn that those wounds are about to be torn right back open.

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| 6 | Trains and Sweaty Palms

Arthur rests his foot against the track and when he felt the familiar rumble of an upcoming train he signalled for Sean to join John and Charles hiding among the trees and bushes. Arthur climbs up onto the oil wagon, huffing out breaths as he calms the nerves from the job they were about to do.

“Here she comes,” Arthur grumbles as he pulls his bandana over his face, hiding his small grin. He shoulders his repeater off his back, holding it in his left hand for the time being. The rumbling on the track vibrates the oil wagon beneath his feet as the train chugged closer and it’s lantern could now be seen in the distance.

The train rounded the corner and Arthur huffed one more breath before pumping a round into the barrel of his repeater. He stood with his head slightly down turned as the train came to a halt as the conductor saw the oil wagon. The wheels squealed on the track as it slowed to a stop, Arthur saw Charles, John and Sean begin to make their way to the passenger carriages.

“Hey what’s the big idea?!” The conductor yelled as he stepped from the train. Charles whistles behind him and when the conductor turned he was met with a shift hit in the head from Charles’ sawed off shotgun.

Arthur climbed down from the wagon and made his way up to the first passenger carriage where John was waiting.

“After you,” John gestures to the door.

Arthur kicks it open, holding his repeater for all the frightened passengers to see.

“Now! This here is a robbery, hand over your goods!” John’ hoarse shouts gets most of the passengers to begin taking off their jewels and opening their wallets.

“Put your donations into the bag and no one has to get hurt!” Arthur demands as he follows behind John. He held his repeater in sight of the frightened elites, partnered with his stoic eyes they all took their jewellery off and threw it into John’s bag. But-

“I ain’t giving you a dime, trash.” An elder man grit out as John approached him with the sack.

“Oh, seems our good friend here needs help. Mr A if you please.” John side steps just in time as Arthur brought the butt of his repeater down onto the man’s temple. The old man was dazed and blood swelled under the skin of his cheek but he got the picture and handed over his wallet.

They continued on through the carriages of frightened elites who handed over their valuables, save them being beat with the butt of Arthur’s repeater.

“You go up ahead and help Sean, I’ve got the rest.” John told Arthur as they made their way between two of the end carriages. Arthur gruffed and strode his way through the carriages with a menacing glint in his eyes. Frightened passengers clung to one another and shuffled closer to the windows as Arthur passed them – least they knew he wasn’t to be riled against.

Arthur spotted Sean just as he was approaching the baggage car.

“For Christ’s sake. You ain’t even taken a look yet?” Arthur hollered at the young Irish man. Sean waved his hand off at Arthur dismissing him as he tried to get the car door open. The man slammed the butt of his repeater into Sean’s head.

Arthur didn’t think twice as he drew his revolver and shot the attacker in the head. Then two more appeared, one through the carriage and one on top. Arthur made quick work of them and then turned back to Sean.

“This time I’ll look and you provide the cover.” Arthur grunted before he entered the baggage cart. He threw open any and all crates, suitcase, boxes, anything that would show him exactly what they were there for.

“I’ll try my best, brother, but… ah, I’m seeing double here.” Sean groans as he holds his forehead and crouches behind a crate on the open cart.

“That gives you twice the chance of hitting someone.” Arthur chuckles.

“Very funny.”

Arthur found quite a good take within the baggage cart, watches, jewellery, money and-

“Are those tennis rackets in there? Posh bastards.” Sean shook his head as he went back to keeping an eye out.

Arthur found another clip of money and some extra whiskey for himself before Sean spoke up.

“Arthur, we got a problem. There’s two arseholes on horses.”

“How many you say?” Arthur demands as he stomps out the baggage carriage and joins Sean.

“I just see a pair of them.”

“Alright, in that case, we’re fighting. Marston, Smith, get ready.” Arthur ordered as they all got behind cover, save them starting the gun fight early.

“You men come off the train now, do you hear?” The man closest shouts out and holds his rifle over his lap.

“We said you men come out now!” He echoed again after no movement from the train.

“There’s only two of you, you fools! We got a whole less to lose. Why don’t the two of you ride away? That way neither of you get killed. Goddamn liberties.” Arthur ended with a grumble.

“Um, there’s a few more of them turning up.” Sean hit Arthur’s shoulder and pointed north of the train where more men on horses with guns and lanterns that were coming out between the trees. How did they get here that fast?

“Me and my big mouth. Okay, let’s deal with them.” Arthur grunts. All four men grip their revolvers and rifles, ready to fight their way out of this. Then one of the men were dragged from his horse and his screams echoed into the night.

“Sir, behind us!” Another man shouted as multiple horses became uneasy and started stomping at the ground and shaking their heads.

Another man was dragged off his horse with hoarse screams that disappeared into the darkness of the trees. The men turned to start firing aimlessly into the woods as their horses bucked and whined in fright.

John, Charles and Sean all looked at one another as Arthur watched with curiosity about the scene unfolding upon them. Then some of the men turned back to them and the shoot out began.

Arthur fired on anything that moved, the others matching his efforts. Sean was shouting his mouth off at the law, insulting them and their mothers. Arthur’s ears were ringing with the shots that banged out of the barrels of their guns. The adrenaline ran through his body and pulsed him full of enough confidence to stand and fire four shots in succession and hit each target above the waist and watched them fall.

“Get on your horses! Gotta get outta here!” Arthur hollered over the gunfire. The other three men all heard him as they started whistling for their horses and backing off from the carriage. Arthur was the last one to leave, but it was violently rocked before he hopped down. Did someone just run their horse into the train?!

Arthur climbed up into the saddle of his horse and took off behind the others. Their horses pounded and galloped away from the train, Arthur could still hear some terrified screams as they fled.

*

Arthur had decided to stay near camp for the next two of days, heading out only to hunt or fish to keep the food supplies up. After the train job the four men who went hadn’t spoken another word about it other than it was successful. They didn’t know what was killing the law men but they were all glad that it was on their side. Arthur didn’t want to put too much thought into it – but what had been out there with them?

Then Sunday rolled around and he remembered the agreement he had made with Camille. So now he sat in the saloon in Valentine waiting to finally get some answers on her disappearance from the gang.

But Arthur wasn’t holding onto to much hope in getting all the answers. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know some, especially finding out why she was okay with just leaving him.

He nursed a beer at the bar, leaning on his elbows against the counter, he kept his head down – especially after the bartender had asked him for no more trouble after the whole Tommy business. And the crazy night that he had with Lenny. He really needs to give up the crazy nights.

A few patrons came and went from the saloon, some men got their haircut by the barber in the corner by the stairs; but there was still no sign of Camille. Would she even turn up? Arthur was holding out hope on a woman who periodically proved that she wasn’t always going to stay. Or that she would want him…

He was a fool for even believing that she could want to be with him.

“Drinking without me already?”

Arthur turns as the saloon doors swing close behind Camille. She hadn’t worn her hat today and he inhaled at the sharp glint in her eyes and the soft smirk on her lips.

“Reckoned you weren’t comin’.” Arthur responds before swigging the rest of the beer in the bottle.

Camille huffs as she joins him at the bar and leans on her left elbow and looks up at Arthur through her lashes.

“Can I butter you up enough to join me in private?” Camille asks. Arthur looked down at her with a raised brow. Was she serious?

“Not want a drink?” Arthur clears his throat.

“I just want to cut right to the chase. Left you high and dry enough.” Camille’s surly tone disappears as she leans into Arthur with her lips close to his ear.

“Too many eyes and ears around, especially after your little job.” She pulls away and trails her hand along his arm as she heads towards the backrooms.

She was putting on a show for the other men in the saloon, Arthur almost wanted to punch the man that leered at her as she walked past him. He straightened up and followed behind Camille.

He watched her enter the room and took a deep inhale through his nose before following in after her. She was facing away from him as he closed the door but the moment it was shut she span on him.

“Sit on the edge of the bed.” She demands.

Arthur was about to argue before she reached up and started unbuttoning her blouse.

“Cami what’re-”

“Just sit on the bed, Arthur.” Cami points at the spot on the bed that she wanted Arthur to go. Arthur felt the heat in his neck but did as Cami asked. He fell back onto the bed and rubbed his hands on his thighs; his palms sweating from the sudden heat from the room and how close he was to an undressing Camille. She tugged her blouse down her left shoulder, exposing the smooth skin underneath and then messed her hair up a little at the back of her head.

Then she sat on his lap.

“Don’t look so startled, not the first time I’ve done this.” Cami teased as she took hold of his limp wrists and positioned them on her waist and back. He hears his own heart beating in his ears, drumming away the reality of Camille forcing him to hold her like he had once before. Camille lifted his hat off his head and placed it beside them on the bed before interlocking her hands around the back of his neck. His heart felt about ready to explode as her fingertips toyed with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Something on your mind, cowboy?” Camille tilted her head to catch his eyes.

“Why you doin’ this Cami?” Arthur sounded pathetic to his own ears, his voice small and almost too quiet. How could she make him feel like this?

“Better we be caught like this, less time to explain.” Cami glanced back at the door. Arthur moved his hand up her spine causing her to look back at him.

“Caught by who? You in trouble?” He let his eyes wander slowly from her face down to the curve of her throat.

“Nothing for you to be worried about. How’d your job go? Have anything to do with that train I heard about?” How’d she find out so fast?

“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” Arthur denied with indifference. His eyes straying from her throat down to her collarbone.

“Right. But that’s not why we’re here.” Camille used her index finger under Arthur’s chin to guide him back to her. Arthur swallowed the lump in his throat and took in the fire behind Camille’s eyes.

“Where you been?” Arthur asked. Cami hesitated answering, her hands uncurling from his hair and coming to sit on his chest before she toyed with the buttons of his shirt.

“Away. I know how I… left was unorthodox, but it was for the better.” Camille started to unbutton Arthur’s shirt and he didn’t see sense in stopping her. He wanted to feel her, wanted to know this was real.

“Leaving me?” Arthur watched her jaw tense and tick before she looked him in the eyes.

“Was the hardest choice I’ve ever made.” Cami paused her unbuttoning, her fingers tentatively tracing over the hair that lined Arthur’s chest.

“Yet you still made it.” Arthur took a deep breath and Camille flattened her palm against the middle of his rib cage.

“I can’t explain why right now.” Camille sighed, a ghost of an expression crossed her brow before she tilts her head down. Arthur didn’t want to lose the chance at knowing – perhaps even understand – everything about the enigma that was Camille. He used his index finger under her chin to raise her gaze back to his own eyes.

“Why not Camille? Isn’t the whole point of this?” He traced his thumb over her bottom lip, a heat pooling into his stomach he hadn’t felt for a long time as Camille shivered.

“Arthur I-”

A man bursts into the room and Arthur aims his gun at him. Camille latched to him and hid her face in the space between his neck and shoulder.

“Whoa! Sorry mister, thought I saw an old friend come in here.” The man held his hands up half arsedly and Arthur caught the glance he sent Camille’s way.

“Well you didn’t, so get lost.” Arthur growled.

The man chuckled as he left the room and closed the door behind him. Arthur slowly lowered his gun back into its holster and then turned back to Camille – who had gone rigid.

“You know that fella?” Arthur asked, a cautious hand trailing down Camille’s spine. Another shiver, but this one was followed by a muffled moan.

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[plongitudes]

Arthur x OC artists I love you. Keep rootin keep tootin keep shootin 😎👉👉

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[mephistia-arts]

Blood and gunpowder

Arthur finds himself face to face with Jeremiah, a calm kid Dutch has took under his wing by the same time as John, who he had long thought dead. As they confront each other, old wounds are reopened and new truths are revealed. Jeremiah's past, filled with religious fanaticism and physical abuse, sheds light on the reasons behind his disappearance, but also puts into question the very ideals that Arthur and his gang had been fighting for.

As Arthur struggles to reconcile his conflicting emotions, he clings to the hope that his gang could once again be reunited as a family. But the memory of broken bonds, once thought to be unbreakable, now leaves him uncertain of what the future holds.

Rating: Mature

Work Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Scars, Reunions, Eventual Romance??, Fluff and Angst, Serious Injuries, satanic symbols, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Horror Elements, Emotional Hurt, Friends to Enemies

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[beautifulsnake2162020]

The Vitulation Cycle: An Arthuriana fanfiction (King Arthur x OC and Arthur x Guinevere x Lancelot) CHAPTER 11: AYRMIDA

Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction I do not make any money from this. Cultist Simulator elements belongs to the Weather Factory, House of the Dragon/Game of thrones elements belongs to George RR Martin and Arthuriana while generally regarded as under the public domain, it comes from the culture of Britain.

Chapter 11: Ayrmida

"So what do we tell people when we arrive at Camelot?" You ask your uncle, sir Kay who despite being your father's foster sibling looks surprisingly a lot like him only with blonde hair and a few inches taller than him. You do your best to have Goldie keep up with his horse's pace since you wanted this to be private.

"I say we go with the truth while leaving out certain details. That way you can still call me uncle and my father grandfather. We won't specify our exact relation just that you are my niece from the Fisher King's kingdom. Your father is of course my relative."

"Is there anyone who might know?"

"Only Ector, and he's going to know either way." He tells you assuredly.

"That's somewhat comforting." You tried to keep the uncertainty outside of your tone but by the look of your uncle's face he wasn't deceived.

"Your parents told me that this isn't the first time that you are travelling alone."

"That was different uncle. I was already familiar with my route back then. And I also knew at the back of my mind that my mother had people watching me."

"Well this time I and Ector will be watching you and you'll be learning a lot more of your father's work. I have to admit, you are really brave and smart to do this."

"Ever since I learned of what my father does and who he is I know things will change and so will people's perception of me and my family. I want to know what it's like without him there. And if people are going to talk about me I want it to be on my own merits and not who my father is." Your uncle smiles affectionately at you.

"I approve of this endeavor and I'm excited to see how members of court and of the round table will take to you."

"What would be my position in court again?"

"I'll be introducing you as a lady in Queen Guinevere's household. She has been looking for new members for awhile."

"And she won't be suspicious or bothered by someone from another Kingdom? Or how young I am?" Your uncle chuckles, partially at you and partially affectionately.

"We are used to many immigrants from many parts of the world who wants to live in Camelot. It's not unusual at all. You are just the right age to enter court since you are beginning your adolescence and your journey to becoming a woman. Besides there are some who are a year or two younger than you. In my opinion they are still too young to appreciate courtly life."

"Forgive me sir Kay for interrupting your conversation but how much further is Camelot?" Joffrey one of the soldiers from the Fisher King's kingdom asks. He was a bit younger than your father, but not as flexible. He was rather plain for your taste and didn't have anything to say that interested you.

"Provided we don't run into any bandits, we could reach there within one week."

"That soon?" You ask startled. It seems so close now and yet you cannot help but be nervous too despite this being your idea.

"Are you sure I won't be suspicious at all?"

"You'll be fine Ayrmida. Trust in yourself, you are half of your father after all." You do your best to take your uncle's words to heart. Yet you can't help but feel both nervous and excited at the prospect of living an ordinary life without magic but not prohibited from it either. All your life you've either been suffocated by magic or have lived in fear because of your blood's association with magic. Sure it had been convenient and wonderful - even you couldn't deny that you miss the ease that you could get almost anything you wanted while you lived with the mages.

Anything except freedom.

With the exception of a few mages such as Kyrelle, you've always felt that you were being watched by the mages and how no matter what you did, whether it was dancing your heart out or writing little stories in your diaries, it was always never enough for them. You were too energetic, too much in her imagination, or too many questions.

Questions like why you weren't allowed to leave the magical palace.

Why you weren't allowed to climb trees or to do anything fun like the games other children played.

Questions like where was your father.

It was clear that your mother still loved him. She made sure to tell you all she knew about him, the good and the bad. And for many times growing up it made you mourn and wonder why the hours have deprived you and Daeron of a father. In all your little unofficial travels and when you would sometimes interact with other children your age and learn that you were fortunate in the sense that he had sounded like a good person, even with the flaws your mother would make sure you and Daeron knew.

Daeron had once questioned if your father was secretly alive somehow. You thought at first he was ridiculous but after thinking about it and realizing the many holes in the story your mother and Kyrelle told you...It was clear that both of them had reasonably thought he had died. That much was true. But in some conversations with the mages that you eavesdropped you began gathering that he may have indeed been alive but there was great effort into making it appear to your family that he had died.

That was until your mother refused to take another male lover to make more children, then the conversations began changing and you secretly began to hope that you could at least meet him. To do what, you didn't know. Perhaps it was just to answer any questions you had. Did you abandon us? Did you wonder or think about us? Where were you all this time? What did the mages do to you?

You weren't expecting to accidentally meet him along the way back after finally being allowed to officially spend sometime outside the magical palace. Sure there were mages still watching you, but it was the best compromise you could have. All you knew was that you needed to be away from the magic, away from the illusion, away from your mother arguing with the mages to not involve you and Daeron in whatever they want to do with your blood. It broke your heart and you were upset that it seems you were powerless to do anything to help her when all your life she had been the one protecting you.

You had noticed him first, he seemed to be exhausted and yet determined. An unusual look for a traveler. Most travelers reveled in the leisure time of their pilgrimages or visitations. Messengers would have the same look of exhaustion and determination but by his attire he wasn't one. He was more at a loss if his journey was worth continuing.

It intrigued you enough to choose him to dine with. And you could tell that you two bonded almost right away. Sure you did most of the talking but he didn't seem bothered by it. He was surprised by your company but it wasn't unwelcomed. As a matter of fact the more you two talked that fateful dinner the more he enjoyed having you as a companion.

When it turned out that he was your father and all this time he had thought your mother had died...that night you said a prayer in thanks to the hours of the Malachite and the Colonel. Perhaps there was a reason why it is only now that they brought your father into your life.

"Do you see that Ayrmida? That's Camelot right there."

Your heart beats rapidly as you gaze upon the golden city, it seemed to shine even more as the sun began setting and the darkness of night slowly crept in. The next day you would make your first step in the place where your father ruled, meet his court, his Queen and their shared lover. You hope they wouldn't hate you but if they were then at least its for who you are as a person and not your association alone.

You tried to sleep that night but you just simply could not. You decide to gaze more at the Kingdom that you were about to enter tomorrow. Perhaps it was the abundance of stars and the full moon but it seemed to be beautiful in the night time. Camp was not far away and you could see some of the soldiers of the Fisher King still up and drinking a bit. They were preparing their armor to be worn tomorrow as they would meet with your father's own troops under the direction of your uncle.

You hear a twig snap behind you which startled you out of your late night activity.

"Who's there?" You ask doing your best not to be scared. You shouldn't be. The nearest tent was your uncle's. There is no reason for you to be scared.

Says your mind not your heart.

Your heart begins beating rapidly as you hold the hilt of your dagger. It wasn't obsidian like your mother's but it was one of the best blades the Fisher King has in his kingdom which he has gifted to you.

"Ugh." You hear a groan and then hear someone or something collapse.

"Uncle!" You find yourself running towards your uncle's tent.

"Uncle! Uncle!" You hear him groan as he awakens.

"...Ayrmida? What's wrong?"

"There's something or someone among the trees. And I don't know who it is." You hear him quickly dress into something decent before he comes out of his tent.

It turns out that was a good choice to make.

"Mordred? Mordred are you alright?" Upon a closer look was a teenage boy close to your age who has a large gash on his knee.

"Argh Kay, I'm - ugh."

"Mordred stay with me. Ayrmida go to the soldiers who are still awake, I'll need assistance."

"Yes uncle."

He was running a high fever and upon closer inspection it seems his wound has Gangrene on it. You cleanse the wound with the medical supply of distilled alcohol as your uncle puts a damp cloth on his forehead to break the fever and Joffrey was making a soup that would help.

"Stay awake Mordred. You're almost a knight, trust me on that."

"Of all the times for a hunt to go wrong. I bet no one's looking for me in Camelot."

"You're wrong, my father would be and so will the Queen and Lancelot. I know the others may tease you but they will also mourn you if you were to die before they did."

"Here's more soup for the boy Kay, if it's alright with you I feel like I need rest."

"Very well, thank you Joffrey."

And soon it was just the three of you in his tent and Mordred could not stay awake any longer.

"Uncle, maybe I could...um..."

"Out of the question Ayrmida, your father promised you and your mother that I keep you safe. That will only put you in danger."

"But his fever is so high and it seems he might not make it. It's only the two of us in here and I have permission from my mother to do it discreetly if someone is dying." He sighs.

"Let's wait a bit more, if his fever is still high..." He doesn't finish as he soaks a new cloth in water and replaces the one he placed on Mordred's forehead.

You don't know how long you've waited but eventually your uncle fell asleep in treating Mordred.

Now was your chance.

You take out your blade and briefly run it through the candle used to light up the tent to see Mordred's injuries. You then quickly submerge the blade in the water your uncle used to help keep the cloths wet and damp in the hopes of breaking his fever.

Then you position the blade against your non-dominant hand making sure that your thumb is out of the way.

And then you make the cut.

Not all doors are wounds; but all wounds are doors.

You watch as your blood drips on his injuries and the areas where the Gangrene has begun developing and you watch them begin to heal.

Maybe just a little bit more blood, just in case.

You watch the injuries heal and his body restored itself. It was only then that you begin bandaging the area that previously had the open wound and Gangrene. Maybe by the time you enter Camelot you could just pass it as someone magically healing him.

Soon you too feel yourself in need of rest and you head back to your tent and you succumb to your own darkness.

You aren't sure how long you were asleep only that you must have awakened long after everyone has broken their fast.

"You did it didn't you?" Your uncle asks as you break your fast and he uses this as a chance to talk to you in private.

"I'm sorry uncle, I just couldn't let him die." He sighs but gives you an understanding look. You hear him mutter something about being your father's daughter.

"We'll have to find an explanation on why he no longer has Gangrene and his wounds are closed up and healed now."

"That's why I still bandaged it. I thought maybe if he doesn't see it yet then by the time we are in Camelot we could excuse it in a magical ritual?" He raises an eyebrow at you.

"He's still going to feel the difference. And that's what he has been saying when we were breaking fast earlier."

"...Maybe a magical miracle? Or being touched by the Grail? That's technically not a lie." He was about to rebut when Mordred being assisted by a soldier - his name is Gruffydd from what you can remember - as he go towards you.

"Sir Kay, I'd like to thank you again for healing me. I don't know what you and the other's did but it seems my wounds and infections are gone now."

"Oh there's no need for that Mordred. But just because you are healed now does not mean that you shouldn't take care. You'll be riding with me to relieve the weight from your injury."

"I couldn't possibly."

"It's fine, Mordred. Once we return you are getting checked by Morgan or Seren. Come Ayrmida, let's get ready to ride if we are to make it to Camelot before sun down."

"Yes uncle." You say as you get up and begin packing up your belongings.

Your uncle and some others assist Mordred in getting up the saddle without putting pressure on his bandaged leg. From the looks of it and knowing that your blood has managed to heal his injuries you would say that his discomfort is more of the presence of the bandages.

And soon you arrive at the gates of Camelot. There was much fanfare from your uncle returning, but also immediate concern upon the boy named Mordred being injured who was riding with him.

"Get Morgan or Seren checking on Mordred to be sure, tell my father once his meeting ends that the Fisher King has sent troops to help with the Saxon problem and the witch hunters." He tells his squires as he leads you to help you get settled.

"My my sir Kay, who is this fine young girl you've brought?" One of the female servants ask. She's about Mordred's age or maybe even one or two years older than him.

"Laurel I'd like you to meet my niece, Ayrmida. She's from my relatives in the Fisher King's kingdom. She had wanted to live in Camelot for awhile now."

"Oh welcome to Camelot dearie, let's get you settled in now. Queen Guinevere will probably meet you tomorrow." She says as she helps you with your belongings and leads you to where your room would be.

"Tomorrow? But I just arrived and I barely know anything about being in court."

"Oh don't you fret dearie, the Queen is most gracious and is happy to guide your way in court."

"I will also be here all the way Ayrmida. You won't ever be alone." His reassuring tone  and his matching smile helped settle your nerves as Laurel lead you to your room to help freshen you up before dinner. Tonight it was to be a private affair since you and your uncle just arrived and it would also allow you to talk freely with him and sir Ector your grandfather.

"And how do you find Camelot so far young one?" He asks in a gentle yet stern tone. It is probably from him that your own father learned this from.

"Honestly speaking I haven't really noticed my surroundings yet. My main concern on my mind was Mordred."

"Oh?"

"She healed him with her blood father. A secret that should not be revealed yet."

"OH."

"He was dying and I did it as discreetly as possible. That's why I still wrapped the area with a bandage so hopefully there's deniability? Besides I doubt he would even remember me being there."

"Don't underestimate things Ayrmida. What you may think is a small matter might be a big matter to someone else. How is Mordred doing?"

"Morgan is checking on him right now. She might be able to connect the dots but as long as we don't mention Ayrmida's involvement we may assert deniability just a little bit longer."

"Hmm good. Now Ayrmida for the meantime and while your father isn't here yet please refrain from doing that again. Both for your safety and for the success of this experience of yours."

"Of course, I understand...grandfather." A ghost of a smile dances on his lips briefly before he begins talking a little bit more about what to expect when being in court.

Funnily enough the first person you meet in court is not the Queen but Mordred who was waiting nearby as your uncle and your grandfather was escorting you after the three of you broke your fast in the private dining hall.

"Oh Mordred shouldn't you be resting?"

"Lady Morgan has told me that I could walk again Sir Ector. Forgive me my lady but I believe we haven't properly been introduced. I am Mordred, cup-bearer and a squire of the knights of the round table." He bows to you before looking up at you with his dark brown eyes.

"I am Ayrmida, I'm not quite a lady yet since I have yet to meet the Queen."

"Then let's not keep her waiting." Your grandfather says as he leads you to court and tells you how to conduct yourself while Mordred followed by your side.

"It won't be as formal as you are thinking, when all else fails just follow what the Queen asks you to do." Your uncle says before your grandfather stops to inspect you.

"Kay will take over from here now, but if you still have any questions after your meeting with the Queen you need only ask where I am. Goodluck Ayrmida."

You nod in thanks as he leaves the three of you.

"Ready?"

"No - but I may as well." Your uncle chuckles as he opens the door leading to the hallway to the court proper.

"Your majesty, Sir Kay and the squire Mordred." The herald says as you walk behind your uncle. You take a deep breath as you make yourself relax as you gaze upon the Queen, her ladies, the other knights and the rest of court whom you could hear was whispering as to who you were.

"Your majesty." He bows and Mordred follows suit. You do your best to do an acceptable curtsy though you have no doubt that someone in court will take issue with it.

"Sir Kay, thank the heavens you have returned to us safely and even returned Mordred whom we have been worried about. Though Mordred should you really be walking already?"

"The lady Morgan has said so your majesty. I don't know what miracle happened that healed me but I am nevertheless thankful for it."

You keep your face lowered down since you have not been addressed yet.

"And who is this young girl you have brought before us?"

"I would like to introduce my niece from the Fisher King's Kingdom. The Lady Ayrmida, your majesty."

Silence followed. You keep your head down.

"Look up Lady Ayrmida and come closer. I would like to have a better look at you." The Queen says with a gentle yet commanding tone.

You finally allow yourself to look up and to see her for the first time.

Appearance wise she was quite different from your mother. She had rich brown hair with matching brown eyes from what you could tell. She was also beautiful with her being slimmer than most ladies. Her fair skin heightened the contrast of her features even more.

"You seem nervous child. What's wrong?"

"Forgive me your majesty. But this is my first time in any court and I don't know how exactly I should behave." She gives you a warm smile.

"Oh don't worry, we are less formal than other courts. All of us are not born with knowledge of courtly life. I welcome you to our court and I feel you will fit right in here. Sir Kay has she been introduced to the members of the round table yet?"

"I plan to do so after this session your majesty."

"Good, afterwards have her join me and my ladies in my sitting room."

"Of course your majesty, and before I forget the Fisher King has sent troops to aid us against the Saxons and the witch hunters."

"Good make sure they are all settled. I will entrust you and the other knights with the militia plans."

"Very well your majesty." He then leads you to the side to allow you to observe the Queen as she continues holding court. From what you could see so far she was decisive yet still allowed room for change, warm and yet you feel she wouldn't hesitate to put you in your place if you threaten or disrespect her or anyone she loves.

You have to admit she's a good match for your father. They may not have been each other's first choice but you could so far understand why he grew to love her. Whether that is entirely reciprocal or if she vastly preferred Lancelot over him was yet to be seen.

You soon meet members of the round table, people who didn't know that you were technically their relative though they did not know that yet.

"Is this what all ladies go through in their first day?" Sir Gwaine and his siblings chuckles.

"Not exactly, usually we meet them during a ball or a party. Because we would be in a meeting with our King. But since our King is still away, her majesty must have thought that this would be more convenient for everyone to meet you." Says Sir Gwaine.

"Yes, it is rather unfortunate that you arrived at a time when he is away. King Arthur loves entertaining new members of his court no matter their rank is. I have a feeling you and he would get along." Sir Dagonet says with a peculiar look on his face. You sincerely hope it's not the possibility of you being their King's eldest child. True you heavily resembled your father but your features were not uncommon among the common folk. You recall many times when you would ask your mother or a mage if a child you saw with red hair and green eyes was related to you only for them to say no.

"And what gives you that feeling Sir Dagonet?"

"You have a hidden rebelliousness within you that I could sense. That ought to put Arthur on his toes, and he always loves new perspectives."

"That's quite an insight of me for my first day Sir Dagonet. Perhaps you may be mistaken."

"If I was mistaken it would make familial relations very awkward in meeting your foster relative in the King."

"Okay no need to pressure her Sir Dagonet." A new voice enters the room and you turn to look at the latecomer. He had long black hair, broad built but it tapered to a narrow waist - or so his clothes alluded to - and had a little bit of a beard growing. Like many others in the room he was rather attractive and you could understand why many ladies would want to immediately meet your father's knights.

"Sir Lancelot, you've finally arrived from your morning training. I would like to introduce my niece from the Fisher King's Kingdom. This is Lady Ayrmida, today is her first day here." Ah so this is Sir Lancelot, technically he is your step-father since he is also your father's lover. You curtsy to him as he bows to you.

"Ah so this is Lady Ayrmida, the Queen has asked me to escort you to her sitting room."

"Oh come on Lancelot you've just came here, you barely even got to know the girl." Lancelot chuckles as he goes to you and offers his arm.

"Gwaine this is just her first day, I think she could take a breather from you trying to impress her. Sir Kay, Lady Ayrmida, may I?"

"Certainly Sir Lancelot, Ayrmida I'll just be here with the other knights discussing militia plans. If ever you need me I'll be here and your grandfather will be in his room should you need any help. Am I clear?"

"Yes uncle, thank you so much." And with that you take Sir Lancelot's arm and he escorts you while also acting as a guide to the layout of the castle.

"I'm confused Sir Lancelot, I thought the Queen would only meet during court sessions?"

"For formal affairs such as an introduction of a new face in court who isn't part of the serving staff. Her majesty much like the King prefers more informal settings. She and her ladies would gather in her sitting room when not in courtly sessions."

"But my uncle says this court is more informal than any other court."

"And your uncle is right. But there are still some things that are still too informal in courtly sessions. This is why her majesty specifically requested that you join her and her ladies in her sitting room after you've been introduced to the knights of the round table."

"Oh...Sir Lancelot may I ask how many times do I have to curtsy?" He chuckles with an affectionate air.

"Trust me that's not something you will have to worry about when you enter the sitting room. You will feel the difference between the court session earlier and the simple gathering of the Queen's ladies in her sitting room."

"Why do I feel that I am the youngest in this court?"

"There's nothing wrong with that Lady Ayrmida. Honestly speaking I think this court is in need a lot more youths around your age. Some things have become stagnant ever since our King is away on a Grail quest."

"Grail quest? Is that why he isn't here?"

"Yes, he has been mandated from a magical being to find the person called the Grail. Once he finds it, it is believed to benefit us as well." He speaks with reverence about it. Almost hoping that it is about to end soon. But then again your uncle did tell your father that he has told both him and the Queen that he was still alive but did not tell them the probable location where your father was hiding.

"What will this Grail person do?"

"I honestly don't know." He gives you a sheepish smile.

"I have yet to figure out what thirst the Grail will help satisfy. In all honesty Lady Ayrmida, I'm more interested in his return than whomever the Grail may be." Longing, a similar longing to what you sometimes saw in your mother when she thought your father was dead. Maybe it was similar to your longing to finally see him and ask him questions that had been plaguing you for awhile.

You both stop on front of a door.

"Just relax and be yourself." He says reassuringly.

"Really?"

"Really. Her majesty genuinely wants to know more about you. If she didn't she wouldn't have made this request, let alone in open court. Everything will be fine." All you can do is take a deep breath as he opens the door and you follow him in.

"The Lady Ayrmida, your majesty." He bows his head briefly before nodding to you and as he makes his exit.

You make a curtsy just in case only to be stopped midway by the Queen herself.

"Oh there will be none of that Lady Ayrmida, there's no need to be formal here." It was only when you feel her hands on your arms that you realized that she had walked to where you were and was now leading you to sit beside her among her ladies who appeared to be closer to her age. She briefly introduces you to each one before she returns her attention to you.

"As you can see you are the youngest person to become one of my ladies which is why we are all a little bit excited."

"I'm not sure where to start your majesty."

"Well why don't you start by telling us why you want to come to Camelot?" Her friendly and warm tone did nothing to calm down your nerves. Nevertheless you were thankful that this was one of the questions wherein you could be honest while omitting a few details here and there.

"I've heard plenty of stories from my father and uncle about how Camelot was a golden city. I thought they were just giving me pretty stories, but as we travelled around a little bit I heard similar thoughts from strangers and other travelers who have been here and who are going here. So I took advantage of my father asking me what I desired for my twelfth birthday to come here and see Camelot for myself. He agreed under the strict supervision of my uncle and grandfather."

"Your father must be really trusting to allow you to be here with your uncle and grandfather." One of her ladies - Brigid from what you could recall - commented as she drank from her goblet.

"Not entirely my lady, he'll be arriving here with the rest of my family a bit later. He and my mother are just taking care of my aunt - or is it grandaunt because she is also my uncle's and my father's aunt?"

"Well I'll be delighted to meet them when they arrive. How do you find Camelot so far?" The Queen asks curiously.

"Unfortunately I haven't had the chance to take in the sights. I was focused on helping my uncle with Mordred's injury for me to truly see Camelot and I have yet to venture outside of the castle yet."

"That won't do, I have the rest of tomorrow off I'll personally give you a tour of Camelot."

"But-but aren't you the Queen?" She gives you a warm expression.

"All the more that it should be me who shows you around." One of her other ladies snorted in laughter.

"Are you trying to beat Arthur in welcoming newcomers Guinevere?"

"He's not here and therefore he cannot snatch this moment from me. But yes it is true that had you arrived when my husband Arthur is here, he'll want to be the one to give you a tour of Camelot. He does this with every new member of court and I'm lucky he's not here to snatch my chance to do this."

"Scared he might be interested in this new lady?" The same lady who made the earlier comment said. You aren't sure if this was teasing or if there was tension between the Queen and her. Perhaps just because you were Queen didn't mean that you could simply choose who would be a lady in your household.

"Very funny Galinda. I'm secure in Arthur's love for me, just as I am secure in the hope that he will one day return." The Queen says with an underlying threatening tone directed towards the lady Galinda which was unexpected for you. Your earlier intuition might be right in that her warmth does not mean she was scared to respond to any possible threat no matter how small or large it might be.

The rest of the day which you have spent with her and her ladies went fairly well. She introduced you to the art of embroidery after you noticed her needlework on a nearby table. While Daeron may have been the artist that didn't mean you didn't also dabble in creative works. Needlework and embroidery had always fascinated you and you remember being upset that you weren't allowed to pursuit it out of fear of the needles injuring you. Only the mages were allowed to have needles which were attached to the syringes they used to gather your mother's blood.

While your nerves did not go away, you did calm down more and you found yourself looking forward to the Queen's tour of Camelot. So far you couldn't find anyone who suspected what you had feared in order for this experience to give you true insight. And you hoped that everyone will understand why you needed to do this when the time comes for this experience to end.

AN: I'll be honest I did not have a specific appearance for Lancelot in mind when I began writing this story. But then I encountered the Choices option for Lancelot as I was scrolling through tumblr (The Asian looking one with long straight hair and with a bit of a beard) and I fell in love so this will be the image of Lancelot I will be writing on.

#The Vitulation Cycle #Arthurian #Arthuriana fanfiction #Arthur Pendragon x original female character #Arthur x oc #Arthur x Guinevere x Lancelot #arthur x guenievre x lancelot #Arthur x Guinevere #Lancelot x Guinevere #Arthur x Lancelot #Original female character

[crazybutconfidentaf]

Too all in the Merlin fandom, please help!

I'm looking for a really good piece of fanfic. It was long and had great writing. Problem is, I can't recall where I read it from.

Here's what I do remember:

It's a Arthur x OC story

OC was Merlin's sister / twin? Had magic too

Oc was very steadfast, strong willed, brave girl who spoke up to Arthur

She didn't like him at first (like boderline hated his guts)

She's good at swordfighting? But it wasn't regular swords, some kinda other weapon

It was also a Merlin x Morgana later on as it progressed

Merlin became a lord later in the story

Morgana was good (as she shld be)

Arthur called Merlin brother (cuz that's what happens when you marry someone's sister)

Oh ya, he married the oc

I think one of the first scenes was Merlin being at the stocks and oc stepping up for her brother right as she arrives to the kingdom?

If anyone can point me in the right direction that would be amazing, I've tried searching on older other platforms but to no avail. It was a really good read, well written too, if anyone knows anything, please do let me know! Thank you!

#arthur x oc #arthur x reader #merlin #morgana is good #merlin bbc #King arthur

[drinkinggblood]

You're a ghost You pass through me You're here, then you're gone I can see you from the corner of my eye.

based on this post

#charthur #charles x arthur #arthur morgan #charles smith #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption oc #red dead 2 #red dead fandom #red dead fanart #rdr2 fanart #rdr2 art #lyrics are by kate mann btw pls check her out bats my eyelashes #somethin somethin find ur poison in my art i havent slept in 50 hours LOL #rdr2 arthur #rdr2 charles

[nataliabdraws]

Since you all seemed to like my last Ramona and Arthur art here are more!! They are so fun to draw

#rdr2 oc #rdr #rdr2 #rdr 2 #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x oc #oc #original character #rdr online #rdro #rdo character #oc art #rdr2 fanart #digital art #art #fanart #digital artist #oc: ramona

[lecsainz]

it's you and me

pairings: arthur leclerc x girlfriend!reader

summary: the one where you are arthur's girlfriend and want to go to a harry styles concert

authors note: my first smau with arthur hope you guys like it 🫶

✩. . . masterlist !

yn.team

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yn.team y/n mentioned her boyfriend arthur_leclerc in her stories yesterday. what do you guys think?

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leclecs I love how y/n always exposes arthur to us, lol

arthur_leclerc personally, I didn't like it because I know how to park very well

↳ yourusername arthur, you hit a tree!

↳ arthur_leclerc she was in the middle of the parking space

↳ yourusername she was on the sidewalk, amour

ferraricharlos I love this couple

f1week can arthur fight??

yourusername

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yourusername look who came to pick me up at the airport

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12leclerc where are you guys?

↳ yourusername monaco baby!

↳ 12leclerc SHE REPLIED TO ME!

formula1days who parked the car??

↳ charles_leclerc y/n obviously

↳ arthur_leclerc 🙄 I parked it

↳ lorenzotl so it was you who hit the pole because everyone was saying that a ferrari had crashed when leaving the parking lot

↳ yourusername it was arthur, enzo!

↳ arthur_leclerc chéri you should defend me 😭

ferraritears THEY ARE SO CUTE

yourusername

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yourusername right here, right here spinning out, waiting for ya anddd arthur didn't even get jealous of harry looking at my photo 😎

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arthur_leclerc y/n I took the photo and you were shaking so much that harry asked if you were okay

↳ yourusername guilty as charged 🫣

ynlover you managed to charm him!

arthur_leclerc let's be honest, harry was looking at me 😜

↳ yourusername I'm pretty sure he wanted to be a thruple with us

↳ charles_leclerc oh my lord, what am I reading?

ynarthur what's your favorite song, arthur??

↳ arthurleclerc obviously cinema!

↳ yourusername liar! it's watermelon sugar

f2girl I want a boyfriend to go to harry's concert with me 😭

danielricciardo they didn't even invite me, traitors!

↳ yourusername you were in AUSTRALIA danny

harrygirl the caption being satellite

arthur_leclerc

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arthur_leclerc baby, you and I, we've had our crazy moments, like when you traded me for the one direction boys (just kidding, love!). but through it all, I know deep down that you're mine and I'm yours ❤️

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yourusername who can blame me, it's the one direction love (but I wouldn't trade you for even their concert 😉)

forarthur I want a boyfriend like arthur

yourusername I love you so so so so much

↳ arthur_leclerc I love you more chéri

ynhouse I'm dying from all this cutenes

lorenzotl didn't arthur hate one direction until yesterday?

↳ charles_leclerc y/n made him love the band

↳ yourusername now he knows the whole history and discography of the band

↳ arthur_leclerc cmon now I’m a directioner boy!

#arthur leclerc fluff #arthur leclerc imagine #arthur leclerc fic #arthur leclerc x oc #arthur leclerc x y/n #arthur leclerc #arthur leclerc x reader #smau #f2 imagine #f2 x you #f2 fic #f2 smau #f2 social media au #formula 2 smau #formula 2 fic #f1 x reader #f1 fic #formula 1 x reader #charles leclerc x oc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x female reader #leclerc brothers #arthur leclerc x you

[sebscore]

Omg LL idea!!! Him bringing her up on the podium with him in his karting days🤭 He is in like the teenage “inchident” years, and he wins a race that LL attended with the family, and he beckons her over and onto it with him in her cute little summer dress, adorable!!

A DAY AT THE RACES

pairing: leclerc family x leclerc!reader (+ gasly fam cameo)

warnings: toddler tantrum. crying. 

author's note: toddler leclerc is back!! huge shoutout to @champomiel for making me obsessed with a baby little leclerc :))) and also thank you to each person who send in a request regarding baby leclerc!! 

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''When Charles drives by, you have to yell his name very loudly, okay?'' Pascale told the toddler in Lorenzo's arms, smiling as she saw her daughter respond enthusiastically. 

Her older brother nodded to their mother's words. ''Yeah, you have to scream ''Go Charles!'' so he can hear you.'' He added. 

The young girl nodded to their words, all her attention back on the track in front of them. It was her first time at Charles' karting race- or at least the first time she was consciously experiencing it. 

Y/N was still only a toddler so everything is still quite sensitive to her, like the loud sounds of the kart engines. Pascale had taken several ear-protective gear with her, hoping her youngest wouldn't throw a tantrum like Arthur and Charles used to do at the F1 races when they were her age. 

''There he is!'' Hervé exclaimed, grabbing his family's attention. ''Allez, Charles! Keep going! Come on, Charles!'' The man cheered his son on from behind the fences. 

The young teenagers cruise by in their karts, the place drowned in applause and noises from their family and friends as they pass the crowd. The sudden booming voices caused Y/N to get distracted and glance around her instead of screaming for her brother, who was running in first place. 

The toddler whimpered as she glanced back at the track and saw that all the small cars were gone. ''I missed Charlie.'' She sniffled, which rapidly turned into bawling. 

The Leclerc family's focus turned from Charles' P1 to the youngest's sobbing. ''What's wrong, bébé? Do your ears hurt?'' Pascale's impression was that the combination of the loud cheers and engines were too much for the little one's ears. 

Y/N frantically shook her head, making Lorenzo tighten his hold on her. ''I missed Charlie! I didn't say ''Go Charles'', Maman!'' She whined to her mother, calming Pascale's worries that her daughter wasn't in physical pain. 

''It's okay, it's okay! Don't worry about it, chérie.'' Hervé attempted to comfort her, endeared by the girl's concern for not cheering her older brother on. 

Her father's words didn't seem to have any effect on her and she kept crying her eyes out. She reached for the headphones on her head, trying to get them off her head- too much stimulation around her at the moment. 

''Wow! Be careful, you have to keep those on.'' Lorenzo gently scolded her, with Hervé stopping her and keeping the headphones on her head. 

''No! They're too heavy!'' Y/N continued whining, struggling to take them off. 

Pascale watched on, navigating on what she should do as her daughter carried on with her  adorable yet frustrating temper tantrum. ''Chérie, take her with you to the finish line.'' She instructed her husband, pointing to where the person with the chequered flag was waiting. 

Hervé nodded at her, releasing her from Lorenzo's arms. The small girl continued shedding tears, but nestled in her father's arms. ''We're gonna see Charles, okay?'' He asked her, smiling down at her as he walked away from their family members. 

Y/N timidly shook her head up and down, loudly sniffing her stuffy nose. ''Is Cha gonna be angry at me, Papa?'' 

Her father frowned at her question. ''Why would he be angry with you, bébé?'' 

''Because I didn't yell for him, and Lolo and Maman told me to yell for him when he passed us.'' In her mind, her older brother would be upset that she didn't cheer him on. 

The man chuckled, the innocence of his daughter's explanation warming his heart. ''Charles is not angry with you. He knows you're his biggest supporter! We're gonna wait for him at the finish line so you can be the first one to give him a hug.'' Her father told her. 

His assurance that her brother wasn't cross with her, making her stop crying and let out a small smile on her lips. ''Did he win?'' 

''He is currently in first place and Pierre is right behind him so we'll see when he finishes the race.'' Hervé responded to her, giving the side of her head a kiss. 

The pair arrived at the busy part of the track, somehow making it to the front of the fence so they could watch Charles take the chequered flag. ''Make sure you keep your headphones on, bébé- we don't want your ears to hurt.'' He adjusted the gear on her head. 

''Okay, Papa.'' Y/N politely answered, not having a problem with the headphones anymore. ''When does Charles stop driving?'' She asked him, not seeming to have much patience. 

''A few more laps around the track and he's done.'' They had only brought her to the side of the track towards the end of the race, her parents knowing she would otherwise be sleeping through the whole thing and be upset that she missed it. 

The sounds of the engines became slowly louder and louder, indicating the drivers were passing by again. ''He's coming again, Y/N- make sure to yell for him.'' Her father signalled to her. 

This time, the toddler only held her focus on the track, screaming her brother's name as soon as he came into her sight. Hervé and the people around them laughed at the little girl's small voice, finding it adorable as she was the only one screaming for a few seconds. 

''Go, Charles!'' Y/N and her father chorused, cheering on Charles who was still in first position. She rested her face in his neck, having grown shy by her own yelling. 

A few laps later, her brother was the first one to cross the finish line and win the race, with Pierre coming in second behind him. 

Y/N started fussing in her father's arms, wanting to go to Charles and give him a hug. Hervé chuckled at her excitement, but told her to wait until he got out of his kart, and took off his helmet. Pierre's father, Jean-Jacques, joined them, pinching the little girl's cheeks and giving Hervé a handshake. ''Good race.'' He concluded, giving them a nod. 

''A nice battle between them today.'' Hervé confirmed, satisfied with the results and the performances of the two young boys. 

The toddler tugged on his shirt. ''Papa, can I go to Charles now?'' She whined, not a fan of how long it seemed to be taking. 

The two men chuckled at her impatience. Her father glanced at his son and saw that Charles had already climbed out of his kart, and was in the process of removing the helmet off his head. 

''Charles!'' Hervé called for the young boy, waving his free arm at him. The winner of the day spotted his father and sister, his smile becoming wider at the sight of his family. 

Charles tapped Pierre's arm, pointing to his own father. The two boys made their way over still in full adrenaline from the race and their podium finishes. Once they were close enough, Hervé put his daughter down and gave her a light push towards them. 

Y/N jumped over to her brother, her arms already spread. Charles got the message and took a big extra step, embracing his sister and easily picking her up. ''Cha, I yelled for you! Did you hear me?'' She asked him, her arms firmly around him. 

''Yeah, you were very loud!'' He replied, pretending that he had heard her through all the noise even though he hadn't. 

''You were super fast! You went like zoom~'' The little girl imitated the sound of the karts, making both Charles and Pierre laugh. 

''We are supposed to go zoom~'' The French boy impersonated her. 

''Good job, boys! Nicely done, Charles!'' Hervé praised them as they made their way back to where they had been waiting. The rest of their families had also found them and gathered together. 

Charles put his sister down so he could give everyone a hug of his own. After Pascale embraced her son and gave him a congratulatory kiss on the cheek, she motioned for Y/N to come to her. ''You gave your brother a hug?'' She said to her daughter as she lifted the girl up. 

''Yes, I was the first one.'' She proudly told her mother, hugging her neck. 

Pascale grinned, relieved her husband was able to calm the girl down. ''Wow! The first one? That's great, chérie.'' 

A tap on Pascale's leg brought her attention from her daughter to her youngest son. ''Maman, can I have ice-cream now?'' Arthur asked her, a pout present on his face. 

''I want ice-cream too!'' Y/N exclaimed upon hearing her brother's question. 

The woman put her daughter down, next to Arthur. ''We're going to eat with Pierre's family after the boys get their trophies. You can get ice-cream as dessert.'' She explained to them. 

''But I want it now!'' Arthur continued. 

''You're gonna have to wait, Tutur.'' Lorenzo told his little brother, chuckling at his impatience. 

The young man noticed the Gasly family, his father and Charles moving to where the trophy ceremony would take place. He glanced at his little siblings. ''Cha is getting his trophy, come on!'' 

Arthur listened to his older brother's words and grabbed his sister's small hand, guiding her to the podium as they walked next to Pascale and Lorenzo. The mother and son duo swooned at the sight of Arthur acting like an older sibling to the young girl. 

''Why do you walk so slow, Y/N? You have to go faster.'' The boy complained, having to reduce his speed so his sister could catch up. 

Lorenzo chuckled. ''She has small legs, Tutur! Go at her pace.'' He reminded his little brother. 

''That's not my fault.'' Arthur answered, matter-of-factly. He kept walking at his pace, ignoring his sister practically running to stay next to him. 

''Thur!'' Lorenzo stopped him, grabbing his shoulders. The older one then focused on the toddler and picked her up, not wanting her to grow tired from simply walking. ''Alright, let's go.'' 

The podium ceremony wasn't something too extravagant. They called out the names of the top three and handed the winners their trophies, often with some flowers as well. 

As the families waited for the presentations to start, Charles grabbed his dad's attention. ''What is it, Cha?'' He asked his son. 

''Can I bring Y/N with me on the podium?'' 

Charles had done it countless times when Arthur was younger and he had seen many other winners bring their siblings up on the podium with them- he wanted to include his little sister somehow. 

Hervé smiled, touched by his son's sentiment. ''That's okay with me, but ask your mother to be sure.'' He knew Pascale wouldn't have a problem with it, but he didn't want to surprise his wife with Charles suddenly taking their daughter with him. 

Upon hearing his father's answer, Charles walked over to his mother. ''Maman,'' he tapped her waist, having her bow down to be on the same level as him, ''can I bring Y/N with me on the podium? Papa says it's okay.'' 

Pascale glanced at her daughter for a few seconds, checking if she still had energy left. ''Of course, but be careful, okay? She's small.'' She agreed, nodding at Hervé who was looking at them. 

''Thank you.'' Charles thanked her, skipping back to his father. 

The mother of the family approached her oldest and youngest child, gently grabbing his shoulder. ''Ma petite, Cha wants to take you on the podium with him. Isn't that fun?'' 

The youngest's mouth made an o-shape, bewildered by the news. ''Really? Wow!'' 

''Yes! So let's put you down.'' Lorenzo kneeled, letting his little sister stand on her own two feet. As soon as she was stable on the ground, she ran off to Charles. 

''Cha Cha!'' Y/N exclaimed, catching her brother's attention. ''I'm going on podium with you.'' 

''I know! Just follow me, okay? I'll help you.'' He told her, not wanting her to get distracted and do something she shouldn't do. 

''Okay!'' She gave her brother a thumbs up with a bright smile. 

It didn't take long for the various ceremonies to start, but the Leclerc Family had to wait until the end since Charles participated in the oldest age category at the competition. 

''In second place, we have Pierre Gasly of France! Well done, Pierre!'' The presenter said into the microphone, inviting the French boy onto the podium. 

The family clapped for him as he strutted over to the second step, accepting the trophy and flowers he was handed. 

''And our winner of the day is Charles Leclerc of Monaco! Congratulations, Charles!'' 

The race winner grabbed his sister's hand, and unlike Arthur, walked on her pace to the podium so she wouldn't have to run next to him. He momentarily let go of her hand as the presenter handed over his trophy and flowers. Charles gave the trophy to Y/N, being less heavy than the bouquet of flowers. 

Charles stepped onto the top step with ease, meanwhile his baby sister struggled with her small legs to even get onto the third step. 

Pierre immediately noticed. He placed his trophy and flowers on the ground, and signalled to the girl to walk over to him. He picked her up and placed her next to Charles, who thanked his friend for helping his sister out. 

The Monégasque crouched down. ''Y/N, look at Maman.'' Charles pointed at their mother, who had a big smile on her face as she held her camera. Upon seeing Pascale smile, Little Leclerc mirrored her mother's expression- proud of the trophy she was holding, despite it being her brother's. 

The rest of the family watched on fondly, the sight of the small girl swooning everyone. ''She's going to steal that trophy from his room.'' Lorenzo told Hervé, chuckling at the way his baby sibling was holding onto the plastic prize. 

''Charles will let her.'' The patriarch grinned, knowing his son would take the trophy away from her. 

After a few minutes of posing for pictures, the ceremony was done and they made their way back to their families. 

''Pierre, you are a gentleman.'' Pascale complimented the young boy, ruffling his hair. 

He shyly glanced down at the praise. ''No problem.'' Pierre brushed off, his mother pinching his reddened cheek. 

The giddy toddler jumped in Lorenzo's arms, still a strong hold on Charles's trophy. ''Look what Cha gave me, Lolo.'' She showed the prize off to her brother. 

''Wow! You have a trophy? How cool!'' Lorenzo told her, excitedly. 

''Can we get ice-cream now, please?'' Arthur whined, having everyone look at the young boy. There was an adorable, impatient tone to his voice, making both families smile at him. 

The parents all glanced at one another, nodding in silent agreement that they should start packing up, and go have dinner. 

''I'm going to get 5 scoops!'' Arthur declared. 

''I'm going to get 6 then!'' His sister one-upped him, mischief written all over her face. 

''Y/N gets 2. Arthur gets 3, and Charles and Pierre will get to choose since they got a podium together.'' Hervé stated, chuckling at his two youngest's disappointed faces. 

The little girl huffed. ''But Papa, I want 6!'' 

''You're like 6 scoops tall, how are you gonna eat all of that?'' 

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just a girl

summary in which a young driver strives to prove that she's more than just a girl, meanwhile also struggling with girlhood itself.

pairing f1 grid x fem! driver! oc , arthur leclerc x oc , lando norris x oc , charles leclerc x oc (platonic) , pierre gasly x oc

warnings half smau half written, misogyny, swearing, alcohol, mentions of death and mental health (this will grow as the series goes on),

note i don't feel like translating french, 1. i'm lazy and 2. i don't want it to be wrong and then confuse everyone. so if a comment or text (or just sentence in general) is italic it's in french :) ignore dates and times on posts, also ignore any typos and grammar mistakes - pierre is also aged down a year, so he will be born the same year as charles - everyone is still legal age in every scenario tho so plz don't make it weird lol - please support by reblogging and commenting, it would be appreciated 🤍

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chapters

-> intro to (important) -> 45 years -> lockdown -> P1 -> birthday -> shopping -> dodo -> boo -> happy holidays -> christmas in monaco -> photo creds? -> abs -> politics -> respect -> you -> cruel -> nails -> unprofessional -> birthday girl -> platonically, of course -> silly season -> mistake -> tolerate it. -> isn't you -> deep talks -> last night. -> everything.

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[vanishingcherry]

A WHOLE NEW WORLD

pairings: f1 grid x leclerc!driver reader, charles leclerc x sister!reader

warnings: sexism, hugging, talk about the possibility of a car crash, 2021 f1 grid

authors note: i was thinking of making this a series, so let me know if thats something you would be interested in! (like leclerc driver in different situations throughout the seasons after her debut in 2021)

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Sitting on a flight to Bahrain, it would be an understatement to say that Y/N was nervous. She sat next to her brother, Charles, with Arthur sitting across from her, fast asleep against the headrest of the plane seat.

Charles was going into his 4th season in Formula 1, his third with Ferrari. Y/N, however, was going into her first, following her older brother's footsteps as she started out her rookie season with Sauber, or Alfa Romeo as it was now called.

Looking out the window, she watched in amazement as the city lights sparkled in the night. She had been to Bahrain before, during her time in F3 and F2 with Prema, but landing as a Formula 1 driver was a different feeling altogether.

Y/N was confident in the car. 3 days of preseason testing allowed her to get accustomed to all the differences from the F2 cars. While it definitely wasn't at the level of Mercedes, Ferrari or Red Bull, she was sure that she would be able to get at least a few points over the course of the season.

She was also extremely lucky to be paired with Kimi for her rookie season. The seasoned driver was known to be extremely less talkative, but she was sure she would pick up a few tips by just being in his presence. They had even had a short conversation during the pre-season testing during which Kimi told her that he was glad to have her as a teammate. Y/N never really realised just how much that statement meant to her until now, easing some of the nerves.

After landing, she and Charles walk through customs and head outside together, Arthur and Lorenzo following not too far behind. Immediately met by thousands of fans, she watches an unfazed Charles make his way towards them, smiling and signing posters and caps. She watches in awe for a second before a voice calling her name catches Y/N's attention.

"Y/N! Can you sign my cap please!"

She looks over to see a young girl amongst the crown and makes her way to the barrier. Kneeling over, she grabs the pen and signs the cap with a big smile.

"Are you going to watch the race?" Y/N smile turns even bigger when the girl nods.

"We've got seats at turn 3. I hope you get points! I love you!"

She laughs at the response, giving the girl a quick hug before making her way down the fans lined up.

There were dozens of people there, waving flags and notebooks for her to sign. Others just wanted a quick hug or a picture, which Y/N quickly obliged to. While she couldn't interact with everybody there, she made sure to as many people as possible.

Almost all of them were shouting words of encouragement and support, compliments hitting her from all sides. Surprised by how many people wanted her to sign things and take pictures, it was almost half an hour later when she finally sat down in the car, slumping against the seat as it made its way to the hotel. Her hand hurting from the number of autographs she had given out.

"There were so many people who wanted me to sign stuff" She said to Charles. "I didn't think there would be that many. All the girls were so excited."

"You're the first female driver Y/N, of course they were excited. I'm so proud of you, everyone is." Charles smiles as he replies, knowing just how hard it was to make it to F1, even more so as a girl. "Papa and Jules would be so, so happy."

"Thats P12 Y/N! Great job!"

The engineer's voice comes through the radio, conveying to Y/N her qualifying results.

"Oh my god! 12th is crazy, thank you! Where did Charles place? And Kimi?" Happy that Charles qualified 4th she celebrated, although she was slightly confused as to how she qualified ahead of Kimi who was 14th.

"There was an issue with his car." Her engineer explains, before telling her to switch off the engine and prepare for strategy discussion.

Y/N was just a few tenths off from making Q3 in her debut. Nonetheless, P12 was an amazing standing for the start of the race, and she was overjoyed at the prospect of getting points at her first ever F1 race.

As she makes her way to the driver rooms, Charles catches up to her, giving her a quick hug. "Xavi told me you qualified 12th! Congratulations! Get points tomorrow okay?"

She nods in response, congratulating him for qualifying P4 before once again making her way to the driver's room. She received many pats on the back on her way there, some from drivers and others from reporters and general people around the paddock.

Walking into the motorhome, Kimi is quick to congratulate her. Y/N expresses her sympathy for his qualifying position, but Kimi is quick to brush it aside. Having been in the sport this long, he knew that a bad qualifying doesn't mean a bad race.

After the discussions with the team for the next day's strategy had been closed, Y/N heads out, wanting to get a good nights rest before her first race.

The only goal for the next day was to race well and hopefully get a few points. Y/N knew that Alfa Romeo was feeling the pressure just as much as she was, being the team that signed the first female driver. All she wanted was to learn as much as possible while proving herself to the world.

"Just learn", is what the team principle had said not an hour ago. "Learn as much as you can, enjoy, and try not to crash the car."

Just as the rookie opens the taxi door, a voice calling out her name makes her turn around. At the sight of Sebastian, she pulls out her earphones.

The driver had just made the switch to Aston Martin, being Charles's teammate the year before. "I heard you qualified 12th! Thats amazing!"

Shyly she laughs. "Yeah, thank you so much!"

"Is anyone giving you a hard time?" he asks, fully prepared to defend Y/N. Sebastian had been an advocate for women in this sport for a long time, and was truly delighted that the step had finally be taken. Truth be told, he was honoured that he would be getting the opportunity to race against Y/N, even though she would insist it was the other way round.

"Not really," she replies. "Just a few fans on social media and stuff, saying it's a 'mans' sport."

"Ah, I think Hanna showed me a few of those posts." Sebastian mutters, thinking back to a weekend ago when his wife showed him the latest news, courtesy to the driver not having any social media accounts of his own. "Ignore them, we all know that you're amazing and believe me, you absolutely deserve to be here."

The 4 time world champion was speaking from experience. He had kept an eye on her the previous year. Although they hadn't talked much, other than when she was in the garage to visit Charles, Sebastian was ecstatic when he heard that the young girl had won the F2 Championship.

"I bet you'll get points tomorrow, you're just that good."

"Ah thanks Seb!" Y/N is close to blushing at that comment, overwhelmed with the number of compliments she had been receiving over the course of the day.

After another few moments of chatting, Sebastian walks away to his own car, leaving Y/N to get in hers and get back to the hotel. Popping her earphones back in, she relaxes against the seat, ready for what the race would bring.

"It's lights out and away we go for the first time in the 2021 season!"

The voice of David Croft is heard all around the world, thousands having tuned in to watch the start of the new season. Y/N gets a good start, overtaking Perez and moving up to P11 by turn 1.

Ahead of her now was Stroll in the Aston Martin. Staying close to him for the next few laps, she manages to overtake him on the straight when DRS opens.

"You're in the points! Push!" Her engineers voice comes through. Behind him the team was watching the screen in suspense, hoping that she would be able to keep the position. They jumped out of their seats nearly every time she got close to another car, worried out of their mind for the driver but excited nonetheless.

Choosing to stay out on track for an extra few laps earns her another two positions as most drivers go in for their pitstop, putting her at P8. Y/N manages to defend her position for majority of the race, keeping the Aston Martins and Red Bull behind her.

Towards the second half of the race, Y/N went in for her pitstop, unfortunately losing a spot in the process. Still, just 13 laps later, Y/N crossed the finish line in P9, having gotten 2 points for the driver standings and the team.

"Thats P9! P9 Y/N! Amazing, amazing job!"

Body in shock, she thanks the team and engineers profusely, jumping out of the car the second she parked it.

"Y/N Leclerc crosses the line in P9, an absolutely stellar performance. The first points scored from a woman in decades, and that too in her first race. I'm sure we can expect nothing short of brilliance from her in the future." Martin Brundle's voice can be heard by all watching.

Still in awe at the moment, all Y/N can think about is the fact that she got points. You did it, you did it, you did it. She runs into the barriers, giving a hug to everyone from Alfa Romeo standing there.

Behind her, Charles comes in for a hug, having heard from his engineer that Y/N placed 9th. "Je t'aime, je suis si fier" i love you, i am so proud

The next few minutes were a blur. Waving to the fans, Y/N can hear them cheer in the background as more and more people come up to her. Lewis pats her helmet on his way to the podium, Max and Valtteri doing the same. Sebastian walks by and offers a hug, widely grinning as he winks and says a quick "Told you so."

It was an out of the world experience. While not everyone may see the importance, everyone on the grid knew exactly how she was feeling. Having worked your entire life to reach F1, the feeling after getting your first points is one that no one would ever forget. One that Y/N would never forget.

"So Y/N, how does it feel having won points in your debut race?" The reporter asks when she enter the media pen. Replays of her crossing the checkered flag in P9 can be seen playing on the television in the background.

"There was a lot of pressure on me to perform well, being the first signed female driver and of course Charles being in Ferrari. People expected a lot. So, I am extremely happy that I was able to deliver."

Her response is short and sweet, as directed by the PR manager, but true nonetheless. There was a lot of controversy when Sauber announced that she would be joining F1 that year, with people on both sides of the spectrum making statements. It meant heaps to her, knowing that she had already started proving the haters wrong.

Toto and Susie Wolff were in support, both mentioning how important it was for more females to enter the sport. The Mercedes Principle having mentioned how "proud" he was, and how her presence would likely "encourage more girls from around the world to enter motorsport."

Susie being having participated in motorsport herself had reached out to Y/N when the news broke, sending her congrats and sharing her enthusiasm. Y/N and her still stay in contact, having just replied to another congratulatory message from Susie before coming out to give interviews.

On the other hand, there were also people who were doubtful of her. "She's entering a sport that has been predominantly male for over 7 decades. The way I see it, I'm not sure she'll be able to handle the needs of this sport. It's a tough sport, and there must be a reason females have never lasted long before." The statement that Red Bull released via their team principle was nothing short of enraging for Y/N, but she knew that she would have to stay calm and prove them wrong on track.

Nonetheless, Y/N knew that she had the support of all the drivers on the grid, all of them having talked to her and shown support during the pre-season testing. It meant a lot to her knowing that world champions like Lewis, Alonso and Sebastian were all rooting for her.

"And how did Charles react to you coming P9?"

"He was very happy," she exclaimed. "A bit jealous I think, because he didn't get points in his debut." Y/N adds, softly chuckling before moving on to the next reporter.

The rest of the media session went well, all the reporters being respectful and truly happy for Y/N. Finally, once the day was over, she went back to the hotel, ready for a night of relaxation.

Not too long after settling down on the couch, she heard a knock and the door handle turning. Charles walks in.

Falling back onto the couch next to her, he says. "The reporter told me what you said to her."

Frowning in response, Y/N pauses the movie. He elaborates. "About me being jealous? Because I didn't get points in my debut?" He gently elbows her in the rib and she laughs in response.

"But its true, no?

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The Vitulation Cycle: An Arthuriana fanfiction (King Arthur x OC and Arthur x Guinevere x Lancelot) CHAPTER 10: ARTHUR PART IV

Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction I do not make any money from this. Cultist Simulator elements belongs to the Weather Factory, House of the Dragon/Game of thrones elements belongs to George RR Martin and Arthuriana while generally regarded as under the public domain, it comes from the culture of Britain.

"Are they still there kepa (father)?" Daeron asks you through a whisper as he holds your hand tightly as the two of you help settle the horses in the inn's stable as you make sure your hoods were still on. You squeeze his hand back, your sign to him to stay as calm as possible. Just act naturally and neither of you would be noticed.

"I swear we don't know any witches sir!" The inn's owner says as he pleads at the door to an armed man accompanied by two more men who were similarly armed and was thoroughly searching the inn.

"Then have you seen anyone who is going by the name Targaryen?"

"No sir! I haven't heard that name before."

"Nothing in here sire, all clear."

"Hmm very well. If you see anyone using magic or anyone going by the name Targaryen bring them to us immediately. Are we understood?"

"Ye-yes sire." You had never been more thankful that Daenara and Ayrmida were shopping for provisions in the market and were going by the name Bardugon. In Valyrian it means to write, and it was similar enough to your actual last name to not raise any suspicions of its origins.

You continue to quietly teach Daeron how to brush your horses, the black stallion now named Midnight and the white mare now named Aurora, as you eavesdrop on the conversation the witch hunters were having as more of them gathered around.

"No one here so far."

"I'd say it's a dead end."

"Argh you're right, we've been here for a week it's time to move on."

"Let's head for Camelot, maybe they've breached their defenses by now. All in favor?"

You hear their murmur of agreement as they get on their horses and exit the town. You wait until you can no longer hear their horses anymore before you speak.

"They're gone now tresy (son). But we'll have to refrain from speaking in Valyrian for awhile. Can you do that?"

"Yes papa."

"Good."

Later that evening you hold a private meeting with your family. Fortunately the four of you occupied one room to yourselves and could converse in hushed tones.

"They are also headed towards Camelot. Which means we'll have to change our path for now."

"Where are we headed now Arthur?"

"I'm thinking of going to a nearby kingdom."

"The one with many waters papa?"

"Yes Daeron, I wanted to ask your mother first."

"Well if you believe it is safe, then I don't see why not."

"There is something else that I wanted to ask your permission on."

"What is it?" You calm yourself down.

"It is to the nearby kingdom that the Fisher King reigns. It is him who has asked for your blood - or rather he calls it his medicine since I believe no one in his court knows that the concoction they are treating him with must have contained some amount of Targaryen blood."

"Ah I see, is he the one who brought this on you?"

"Yes. I don't know how Oxenburg's influence over him is since there isn't any magic in his kingdom. You don't have to give blood to him if you don't feel comfortable right now and it might even lead to the mages or the witch hunters finding us."

"Why will it lead them to us? It's just mama giving some blood." Ayrmida asks in confusion.

"But the mages whom we ran away from will know it is us. And we need to refrain from using magic until we are safe." Daenara explains gently.

"We'll see once we get there. If the Fisher King could arrange a private meeting when I could provide my blood then I don't see why not. But otherwise I would not want to risk our safety before reaching Camelot."

"Right now it is the only safe place since Camelot might be under attack or the witch hunters heading there might block our way. I have foster family relatives in the Fisher King's kingdom where we can stay."

"Why is the Fisher King's kingdom the safest place for us now?" Ayrmida asks in concern. You couldn't blame her, based on her experiences the witch hunters could seemingly go anywhere. It was why she took advantage of her youthfulness and made it a habit not to reveal her last name.

"It is the safest place for us because there is no magic in the Fisher King's kingdom. Or at least there is no magic in public. If the witch hunters were thinking logically they wouldn't bother searching the Fisher King's kingdom because there are no mages who serve the public. And because there are no mages that serve the public, there might not be any Targaryens. Also they wouldn't want to waste time if their search is fruitless and there is no magic for them to destroy or mage or magical creature to kill."

"Oh, but wouldn't it also be a very suspicious place to find any of our relatives because there is no magic?"

"You are right Ayrmida. But right now the risk of that is lower than if we continued to head toward Camelot the same route that the witch hunters are using. Also I could send a coded message to Camelot that I'm returning."

She relents and after discussing a little bit more, it was agreed that you would depart for the Fisher King's kingdom after breaking fast.

After a few days travelling you finally reached the Fisher King's kingdom. And your aunt from your foster family was more than happy to accommodate your family in her dwelling.

"Oh it's genuinely a delight Arthur, ever since my husband died and since I have no children, it's been quite lonely here." Your foster aunt Fiona says excitedly. She's always loved entertaining and whenever she visited it was always an event you looked forward to.

"Hello children, you can call me Aunty Fiona. Don't worry you're safe here with me although I may need your help every now and then with chores around the farm."

"What will you say children?" Daenara asks gently stirring Daeron and Ayrmida from their awe at your aunt.

"Yes Aunty Fiona." They both say.

"Arthur I'd advice you not to send a message right away." Your Aunt says with a serious tone.

"Why not?"

"Because then everyone searching for you will immediately connect the message to Camelot from you. I suggest waiting till I send goods to Ector and Kay that way it won't be as obvious that there is a message from you."

"Hmm good point."

"She has point Arthur. I'd rather be safe than sorry."

"Oh don't you worry Daenara, I'll make sure all of you are safe here. But enough dreary subjects now I'm about to prepare dinner. Arthur would you like to help with the cooking?"

"OH CAN I SEE!"

"Me too! Can Ayrmida and I watch?"

"Oh of course children. As a matter of fact I think you can all help, but wash your hands first."

"Yay!" They both say as they rush to get their hands washed.

"Children don't run!" Daenara says as she follows them.

"I have to say Arthur they are quite excited to do chores." Fiona says as she is back in her teasing tone.

"This is finally their chance to do so. And it is thanks to you that I learned how to cook almost any meal."

"Oh is it?" She asks in delight.

"It is, whenever we are travelling and have needed to camp I'm the one who cooks the meal to everyone's enjoyment."

"Can we start now? The mages never let us do it!" Ayrmida says with still very wet hands as she runs to you and Fiona.

"Ayrmida come here, I need to dry your hands." Daenara enters with a towel with Daeron following behind as you and Fiona begin clearing the table to prepare it for salting.

"Can we start?"

"Of course Daeron, this is the first step."

"This is called salting children. This is a very important step to make sure everything is clean before we prepare the food."

This was the start of your life in the farm for about a year and a few months. You've began to wonder if Kay and Ector have managed to see or decode your message about preparing three more rooms in the castle discreetly. You have no doubts that they will be assured that you are still alive and staying with Fiona while there was still a high chance of witch hunters in the direction towards Camelot. Originally you were planning to travel to Camelot after the autumn harvest. That way you and your family could use the pretense of delivering the freshly harvested goods to Kay and Ector to divert suspicion. A few weeks before the harvest Kay and Ector sent a letter using the same cipher you have used telling you to stay there since there were still attacks from the witch hunters towards Camelot and they were a nuisance. As promised they've only told Guin and Lancelot that you were still alive but not where you were since the witch hunters may have made a connection between you and the Targaryen family if they were now making themselves a nuisance to Camelot. You haven't disclosed if whether or not you were successful in your quest just in case an unwanted spy were able to read your letters.

There was also another reason.

"What do you desire for your birthday children?" You ask as you and Fiona butcher two freshly slaughtered ewes who have showed signs that their best years are behind them and to put them out of their misery and to do so while they are still healthy to be eaten. Daenara was busy plucking out the feathers of several pigeons that you've shot down with the arrows that Fiona has given you. Rather than just driving away the birds eating and destroying the crops, your family was going to eat them for the birthday feast of the twins as they become twelve years of age.

"Oh I would like to have painting supplies. I miss painting and I want to paint everything here."

"You just miss painting on a flat surface!"

"Am not! I want to sketch Aunty Fiona!"

"Oh I'm flattered Daeron." Fiona chuckles as she hands you the bowl of organs that needs to be cooked and immediately eaten since they don't preserve well over time.

"Cook these immediately Arthur. Daenara could you help me here?"

"Yes, let me just pluck the last few feathers here then I'll be right there."

"Why can't we help?" Ayrmida asks.

"You're still too young to be butchering Ayrmida. You still have some growing to do first." Fiona says as she hands Daenara a similar butcher's knife and they continue cutting and preserving meats. Mainly with salt but some parts were also placed aside to be preserved in smoking. During your stay here and thanks to Fiona's guidance, Daenara and your children have not only learned how to do chores needed to be learned in any household but also how to do them well.

It was also clear that they were enjoying doing these chores. Probably because they weren't allowed to do any while staying with the mages and this allowed them some control over what they can do. Daenara was still not as good as a butcher that Fiona was but it was also clear that she was eager to learn and Fiona was also a good teacher.

"Ayrmida, would you like to help me cook these?" Your daughter enthusiastically goes to your side. You figured you would have her help you so that she wouldn't bother Fiona and Daenara. You remember the frightening time when you almost cut your own finger because you weren't focused on the angle of the cut while you were learning how to butcher. Daenara may have healing blood but you doubt it would be enough to cure a finger that was cut-off. Daeron was enjoying watching and observing and wasn't as much of a bother as Ayrmida may have been.

"Now that we are alone, is there anything you would like to have on your birthday?"

"Well there is but I don't think you will like it Papa." She says as she mixes the dough mixture to make the crust of the pie.

"How do you know if you haven't asked?"

"Because you love me and you, Mama, Daeron, and Aunty Fiona will worry about me. That's why I think you won't like it, but I really want to experience it." You put the organs in the cauldron along with other vegetables to help bulk up the filling of the meat pie you two were making. After being satisfied with the consistency of the filling being cooked over the fire, you go to Ayrmida's side to check the consistency of the dough.

"What is it that you want? I'll do my best to be as open minded as possible." You two sit down facing each other.

She tells you her wish and why she wants to experience it.

She was right that you would be worried. But after listening to her, you also cannot deny her own logic for it.

"I will have to talk to your Mama about this first. She already worries whenever you sneak out and away from us." She nods, you could tell that she had already understood that this would need the cooperation of many people should she want to truly experience it.

Daenara of course was worried.

"Ayrmida why would you want that?" She does her best to stay calm and keep the worry from her voice.

"Because once Ke-Papa goes back to Camelot everything will change. And I want to experience this so I could know what it's like."

After much talk, Daenara couldn't deny that Ayrmida was a lot like her when you two were newly married. And Ayrmida wanted to experience the same thing.

That didn't mean that she needed to be alone in doing so.

"My foster father sir Ector and my foster brother sir Kay will have to know about this so they can ensure your safety. That is non-negotiable." You tell her as your family was having a midday meal and after a lot of discussion with Daenara and Fiona about how to achieve Ayrmida's wish without compromising her safety as much as possible.

"Of course Papa."

"Do not cause too much trouble for your Papa. Is that understood tala (daughter)?"

"Issa muña (Yes mother)."

"Do not let anyone know of our secret."

"But-but what if someone is dying?"

"That's an exception but be discreet. I've taught you how to properly do it but be careful with the blade nevertheless."

"Yes mama."

"No magic until you are behind Camelot's walls. But even then be discreet tala (daughter). Camelot enjoys magic but not everyone may be trustworthy. When in doubt either wait for us or ask Ector or Kay."

"Or when in doubt run." Fiona adds as she pours herself some ale.

"Yes Aunty Fiona."

"Don't be annoying."

"Daeron!"

"But Mama it's true! Also don't be impulsive or impatient." Ayrmida chuckles as she lightly shoves him.

"Kirimvose (Thank you) Daeron."

"Biarvose mandia (You're welcome older sister)."

The time came when sir Kay finally arrived. The first thing you both did was to embrace each other.

"It's been so long brother."

"Too long. Camelot is beginning to really miss you." He pats you on the back and messes up your hair as you both chuckle.

"So where are they?"

"KAY! You better wash up before entering! I could smell you all the way from here!" Fiona says as she was using a wheelbarrow to bring the freshly milled wheat for baking bread.

"Same as ever?"

"Same as ever. At least now she has us for company for the meantime. How are the witch hunters?"

"Thankfully they've stopped attacking Camelot for the meantime. We have efficiently wasted their resources and they will have to regroup before their next attempted siege on Camelot. Since they are only loosely organized they will need to find some other source of livelihoods to restock their supply chain before they will attack us again. The routes are cleared of them now so it is relatively safe apart from a few bandits here and there."

"Thank the heavens."

You both stop as you hear giggling from the apple trees that you pass by.

"PAPA! I MANAGED TO REACH A NEW BRANCH!"

"Very good Ayrmida. Would you like to come down? I would like you to meet your uncle."

"Alright papa." A part of you was concerned but you couldn't deny that she also made you smile. She has learned to be strategic in climbing up and down trees and wore trousers instead of skirts to make things easier.

She almost fell though she was near the ground, but you were able to catch her and help her up.

"Ayrmida, this is your uncle sir Kay." She performs a curtsy as he bows to her.

"Hello uncle, I'm Ayrmida Targaryen Pendragon. But I have to go by Bardugon - oh but can I change it when we arrive at Camelot?"

"My you're very excited." He chuckles as he begins noticing how energetic she could be.

"I've already packed my things - I'm ready to go with you tonight."

"Ayrmida he'll be staying here for a few more days. He and his horse needs to rest too."

"Aww."

"Hahaha don't worry Ayrmida, your grandfather and I will be with you in whatever you want to do."

"Within reason."

"Of course Arthur but let her have some fun."

"Oh I really like you uncle."

"Now freshen up so your mother won't scold me."

"Yes papa." She runs ahead to the house as you and Kay take a detour to wash up.

"By the Gods Arthur, she really is your daughter. No one can deny you are her father." You chuckle at his astonishment.

"Thank you, you should see Daeron."

Dinner was a lively and joyful affair. Kay was having fun entertaining Daenara and the twins with even more embarrassing childhood stories with Fiona adding more details every now and then. You and Daenara finally being able to talk more about your early days in the commune, Ayrmida and Daeron eagerly asking what Camelot was like from someone who wasn't you.

The third night before they leave for Camelot, Kay asks what are your plans for the Fisher King.

"I've managed to make a private meeting happen tomorrow at midday between Daenara, myself and the Fisher King. Since Elaine and other members of his court are the ones doing the actual administration of the Kingdom here, I've managed to have them meet at one of his favorite fishing spots. I was wondering if you would like to accompany me?" Kay snorts at you.

"As if I would miss finally seeing what secret lies in their blood."

"You know you could always ask Daenara."

"Eh I want to see it."

And see it he did. While Fiona was watching over and supervising the twins back at the farm, you, Kay and Daenara met with the Fisher King, his private guards who carried him around and his most trusted alchemist.

"Hmm" Daenara contemplates as she examines the genital injury.

"Is - is it too late?"

"No, the problem is not whether or not it can be cured - which it can - I'm more concerned about your lifespan with all due respect your majesty."

"Oh - but your blood, doesn't it heal the wound of mortality too?"

"Targaryen blood can heal mortal wounds. But even we are mortal and will eventually die. There comes a point when we too will pass on. I don't know how much time you will have left but live while you can still live your majesty. For we all become one when we have our last breath."

And it was then that you felt your love for her grow. Daenara was more perceptive than what she gives herself credit for. The Fisher King's injury may have been his excuse, but it is now that you could see that what he feared was dying or not having lived his life. Traditionally he has no heir, but as much as you detest Elaine for what she did to Lancelot, even you couldn't deny that she was an excellent ruler, even if she did have to use a puppet to implement her ways.

Daenara then takes out her obsidian blade and makes a wound on her hand. She squeezes her blood on the injury and everyone watches as the injury begins to heal with just a few drops of her blood. Once she was finished she puts her non-dominant hand arm out towards the alchemist as he ties her upper arm and sterilizes the needle of the syringe with distilled alcohol. She donates her blood and once it was done, she gives instructions to limit it to at most 5 drops of blood at most should there be any problem that arose later.

The Fisher King awards you both officially and unofficially. Officially he gave some of his finest troops for sir Kay to escort to Camelot - some of whom have been trying to be a member of your round table - thus giving him an official reason to be in his Kingdom. These troops were to help with the Saxons and the nuisance of the witch hunters. But deep down, it was understood that it was also for Ayrmida's protection as they traveled to Camelot.

Unofficially the Fisher King gives you and Daenara treasures and money and bestowed upon Fiona the water mill and the spinning wheel she had been saving up for.

All that and his own favor while he lives out the rest of his new life given to him by Daenara.

"Be a good girl alright?"

"Yes mama. I'll see you and everyone when you come to Camelot!"

The two of you kiss her forehead as she embraces Daeron and Fiona. The Fisher King has given her a beautiful friendly brown mare whom she has named Goldie because of the warmth of her color. You help her up on her saddle as she kisses your cheek one last time before she, Kay, and the new troops in their layman's attire for discretion, begin their journey to Camelot.

You and the rest of your family will remain here for one or two more months. In those two months, the Fisher King would take his last breath and Queen Elaine would have ascended. Fortunately she didn't know you were still within her kingdom as you observe the effects of her policies to the people. It is still too early to say if she is an ally or not, but you could only hope for the best.

#The Vitulation Cycle #Arthurian #Arthuriana fanfiction #arthur x guenievre x lancelot #Arthur x Guinevere x Lancelot #Arthur x OC #Arthur x Original Female Character #Arthur x OFC #Arthur x Guinevere #Arthur x Lancelot #Lancelot x Guinevere

[neymarsangel]

Best friends' brother - Charles Leclerc x reader

Charles Leclerc x female!reader

Summary: You and Arthur Leclerc had been best friends since you were children but it wasn’t the younger Leclerc brother you’d be in the sheets with and a one night stand can hold a lifetime of regret.

Warnings: Mentions of smut, pregnancy, swearing, angst, fluff

Word Count: 4.1K

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Your heart pounded in your chest as you held onto the pregnancy test. It was one stupid mistake, one stupid, drunk mistake. Charles had finally won in Monaco for the first time which meant the celebrations would last until the sun came up. You and Arthur attended together; you just didn’t leave together. You and Charles evidently spent a lot of time with one another, especially when Arthur was racing. The pair of you would spend hours talking and enjoying one another's presence. You couldn’t lie to yourself that Charles wasn’t attractive, and he evidently thought the same about you. He’d always leave light touches on your waist and his eyes would linger on you just a little too long, yet nothing ever came out of it. Neither you or he would make a move or even mention it, you just acted like everything was normal, that was until the celebrations. 

Everything was fine until you lost Arthur. You scanned the club to find him but you were found by the older Leclerc. His eyes locked onto yours as he snuck his hand around your waist, pulling you into his side. He leant down, his eyes still on you as he held you tighter before connecting his lips to yours. You didn’t hesitate, not caring if anyone was watching you two from afar. He dragged you to his hotel room and the rest was history well… so you thought. 

The next morning you woke up to a number of missed calls from Arthur and a sleeping Charles beside you. You left faster than he could drive but part of you wanted to stay, you wished you could have spent the morning in his arms but for Arthurs sake you simply couldn’t. Since that day you’d avoided Charles like the plague although that was easier said than done, especially as he was your best friends' brother, but you managed. That was until Arthur started to notice. 

“y/n?” Arthurs voice filled your flat. Your eyes snapped up from the test in your hands and towards the door. He burst through your bedroom door just as you slipped the test under the duvet. “Where have you been?” He arched his brows, a slightly annoyed expression on his face. 

“I haven’t been feeling well.” Technically that wasn’t a lie. “So I’ve just stayed at home -”

“You’ve never been away from my races, even when you’re ill.”

You shrugged, not wanting to look at him for two long. “I couldn’t stop throwing up, can’t exactly turn up to a race like that.”

“Why didn’t you call me? I could have come round and looked after you. You always looked after me when I was ill.” He smirked, the annoyed expression leaving his face as he moved to sit beside you. Your heart dropped as he sat beside you, hoping he wouldn’t feel the test he was sitting on but your luck didn’t go that far. He rose to his feet once again, scrunching his face up as he pulled the duvet back to see what he’d sat on. 

“Arthur -”

“What the fuck is this?” He snatched the test and held it up. “Is this a…?”

“Yes…” 

He looked down at the test, checking the result. 

Positive. 

“Is this why you’ve been avoiding me?” His eyes met yours. “Because you’re fucking pregant and didn’t want me finding out?” 

“I just found out Arthur!” You found your voice. “Look I just felt sick so I stayed away thinking it was a bug and then my period was late so I had to check…”

“Who’s the dad?” 

He asked the one question you forever wished you could avoid. 

You didn’t answer, your eyes welling up with tears when you knew you had to answer his question. It wouldn’t be hard to lie to him but everything would come to light and you knew it. Charles was his brother and even if you lied to Charles he would know that it was his kid. It was like the universe wanted you to suffer even more because before you could answer him a sudden knock at the door grabbed your attention. 

“Bet that’s the dad.” Arthur said, no emotion in his voice as he went to answer the door. “So what is he a secret boyfriend you’ve kept from me?” He looked back at you before he opened the door only to be met with the worried expression of his older brother. 

“Is y/n here?” Charles asked just as you walked up behind his brother. 

Arthurs eyes squinted at his brother, his face going back to its confused expression. “Why are you here?” 

“Arthur!” You snapped at your best friend. 

Charles coughed nervously as he looked between the two of you. He’d always wondered if something was secretly happening with the two of you but the night you’d slept with him confirmed to him that you were all his well, he wished you were. 

“Just came to see y/n -”

“Why?” Arthur leant against the door, still now allowing his brother to enter your flat. “You see her at the races -”

“That’s the point.” Charles looked at him like he was an idot. “I haven’t seen her since she left mine in Monaco.” Charles didn’t mean to let it slip but it was too late to take it back now. 

“Left yours?” Arthur arched his brow. “What the night of the party?” He quickly looked back at you and then back at his brother as he suddenly connected the dots. 

Ever since the celebrations in Monaco you hadn’t gone near Charles. If he came over to the pair of you in a rare occasion that you had turned up to the track you would always find an excuse to leave before he could utter a word to you. 

Arthur suddenly spun on his heels, looking at you before yelling. “Is it him?” His tone made you jump slightly. “Is he the dad?”

“The dad?” Charles looked over to you before he too connected the dots. “Are you…?”

“It is you!” Arthur turned back to face his brother. “It was the night you won wasn’t it?” 

“Arthur…” Charles went to speak but was suddenly stopped. 

“Everything I have you want, I am always in your shadow and you know that!” Arthur was close to tears himself. “She’s my friend Char not yours…”

“I’m still your friend Arthur, nothings changed -” Your voice was soft but Arthur didn’t care. 

“Yes it has! You went and fucked my brother and now you’re pregnant with his kid!” His eyes filled with tears. “I trusted you y/n, I told you everything about me, we never lie to one another, we made that promise when we were kids… you know how much it hurts to be in his shadow all the time, just once I wanted something for myself, even if that was just a best friend and now I don’t even have that.” He didn’t wait for you or Charles to speak. He shoved Charles out of the way and stormed out of your building.

It was now your turn to cry, not caring if Charles was still in front of you. He didn’t say anything as he pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapped around you as he kissed the top of your head, soothing you as you cried into his shirt. “It’ll be okay.” He mumbled. “I promise you.”

He hated seeing you upset. His feelings for you had grown far beyond a one-night stand or the girl that turned up to every single race, but you were off limits. You were his brother's best friend; someone he knew he could never be with but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to. He would happily let Arthur ignore and hate him for however how long it took just so he could have you.

“No Charles.” You pulled your head back to look up at him. “It won’t be. I can’t break you and Arthur apart, I can’t -”

“You haven’t broken me and Arthur apart, he’ll get over it -”

“No Char he won’t.” You stepped away. “He’s right he’s always been in your shadow. He just wants to race alongside you in Formula 1. He needs you more than he needs me, and I refuse to be the one that breaks that bond between you both. He won’t just get over it, he never just gets over things -”

“Are you trying to tell me you know more about my own brother than I do?”

“Yes I am!”

“Oh come on you just turn up to watch him race every week -”

“That’s a lie and you know it.” You sent a glare in his direction, one he knew he deserved.

“When did you find out?” He changed the subject. 

“Today.” Your eyes met his. “Just before Arthur came over.” You leant against your kitchen sink. “He sat on the test and that’s how he found out.” Your eyes looked over to the test sitting on the kitchen counter that Arthur had dumped as he opened the front door. Charles made his way over to the test, taking it in his hands to see the results for himself.

“I don’t want a kid, not now -”

“You and me both Leclerc but I can’t just get pregant on my own can I?” You ran a hand through your hair. “This was all a mistake, we should have never of spent the night together, if I could take it back then I would.” 

Your words killed him. Sure, he didn’t want a child yet but that didn’t mean he didn’t want one in the future. But he also didn’t want you to regret spending the night with him, for Charles if he could relive the moment again, he would. He wanted it to happen again and again, he even planned to be with you but hide it from Arthur. He had the perfect life with you all planned out in his head but clearly things weren’t meant to be. 

“Do you really mean that?” He looked down at you, fighting back every word he wanted to say. “Would you take everything back? You and I?”

“We would never work Charles. It was never meant to be… it was a bit of fun that went wrong.” Your eyes met his. “Nothing more.”

“Fine.” He nodded, setting the test down. “Are you keeping it?” 

“I don’t know -”

“When you’d made up your mind let me know.” His eyes looked almost glass like as the tears slowly filled his eyes. “If you keep it, I’ll pay child support, but I don’t want anything to do with it.” He left without another word, he hated himself for it.

He didn’t mean it. He wasn’t lying about not wanting a kid now but that didn’t mean he’d want to leave his child without a father and leave you without support. He just knew how stubborn you could be and how you wouldn’t change your mind about walking out on the two of them, so the brothers still had one another. Charles needed time and he knew you needed time too. He planned to find Arthur and tell him how he felt about you, he needed to tell him everything and mend what had been broken to prove to you things can work but you had other plans. You couldn’t break the brothers apart and with you not around you hoped they’d forget about what had happened and move on with their lives. Not wanting to pick between them you got up and left, everything you once owned came with you and you left Monaco. 

It was probably a stupid decision just to pack everything and leave but, in the moment, it felt right and sometimes you just have to go with your gut when it comes to certain things and that was one of those times. You’d moved to England, more specifically a small village in the north of England, hopefully somewhere where no one knew who you were and luckily for you they didn’t.

The village was mainly home to elderly residents and a few small families. It was quiet and out of the way with a good community, the perfect hideaway for you and your son. You now lived in one of the cottages that overlooked the river which flowed through the streets. It was so different to Monaco but in the best way possible. Looking down at your son who was fast asleep in his cot you couldn’t help but regret the words you’d said to Charles. How could you ever regret having your son? 

Charles crossed your mind everyday, so did Arthur but things were for the best. You would secretly look at their Instagram accounts on a burner account and noticed the two posting photos of one another and filming eachother for their stories. They had healed what had happened. Arthur wouldn’t forget what happened but he could forgive his brother with time and it’s clear to see that time healed them both. 

What you didn’t know was that you crossed the brothers minds everyday too. Charles kept a photo of you in his helmet so no matter how far away you really were you would always be close to him. He often found himself wondering if you had a boy or a girl and if they had your eyes or his nose. It pained him more than he thought it ever would seeing other drivers with their children and their wives, he wanted that. 

“If you keep staring you might not ever look away.” Arthur had caught Charles doing just that. He was staring at Checo and his children, smiling at the way he placed his helmet on their tiny heads. 

“You still think she had a girl?” Charles asked his brother. 

“Definetly, you still team boy?”

“I know it’s a boy.” Charles smiled, tearing his attention away from Checo and his family. “It’s been over a year now, if he came on time, he’d be eight months old now.” He looked at Arthur. “I need to find her.”

“We will.” He gave his brother a reassuring smile. “But if y/n doesn’t want to be found, she won’t be. We always said we’d never lie to one another, but she was good at lying, the best poker face I’ve ever seen.” Arthur thought fondly of the memories. If only he could go back and change the past.

“Mr Leclerc?” A voice grabbed the brothers attention. They spun around to meet the eyes of an older woman. She smiled at them both, looking at them as if they were long lost family members. 

“Which one?” Arthur asked. 

“Both of you!” Her voice lit up. “I presume you two know who y/n y/l/n is?” 

Both brothers shared a glance of urgency before looking back at the women before them. “Yes!” They spoke in unison. 

“Good, I thought I’d gotten the wrong sport!” She laughed to herself. 

“What do you know about y/n?” Charles asked, his voice filled with worry. 

“Don’t sound so worried! She’s fine! She’s my neighbour!” The two boys had a million and one questions but the woman beat them to it. “I’m Margaret.” She held her hand out for the two of them to take. “She lives in England. We’ve grown rather close since I’ve been babysitting the little one for her whilst she has some time for herself. She spoke about you two and I knew I recognised your names somewhere. She would kill me if she knew I was here but… I lost the love of my life over a mistake, and I can’t watch her do the same.” 

Margaret was in fact your neighbour. She helped move you into your new home and was also the woman who bought you Leo, your dog. He’d been trained by a local farmer to put your mind at ease whilst you lived alone before your son arrived. Due to her kindness, you often opened up to her about your life. You told her about Arthur and Charles, something you hadn’t told anyone else before. 

Margaret understood your pain as she to lost those close to her. She fell in love with someone she knew her parents would never approve of and instead of standing up for them she let them go, letting the love of her life be belittled by her family and never keeping them close to her and she knew she couldn’t let you do the same thing. 

She told them everything including where you now lived. Charles didn’t waste a second, ignoring the fact that he still had to race that afternoon he threw his helmet to the side, telling Ferrari to tell the press he was sick and needed the reserve driver to take over for this weekend. 

“Are you coming?” Charles called after Arthur as he started to leave the paddock. 

“No.”

“What?” Charles spun around and stopped in his tracks. “Arthur I thought -”

“She needs to see you more than me.” He gave him a light smile. “She had your child, not mine and that kid needs you. Tell her how you feel, not just for her sake but for mine. Fed up with you complaining about how much you like her.” 

Charles pulled his brother into a quick hug. “Thank you.” 

Whilst Charles was on his way to you, you were wrapping up to brace the English autumn weather to take Leo for a walk. You wrapped your son up so he wouldn’t be cold before lowering him into his pram. Leo placed his head onto the pram, looking down at the small boy. Smiling you pet his head as you threw your coat and scarf on. “Good boy.” You praised the dog as you grabbed his lead and harness and leaving the house.

You glanced over at Margaret's cottage yet never saw her in the small front window, knitting away some sort of blanket for your son or even one for Leo. “Must be out.” You muttered to yourself before pushing the pram towards the trail in the woods. You would never get used to a view like this, the way the golden leaves danced through the sky before hitting the ground. It was such a simple sight but after flying from country to country due to the Leclerc brothers you never got to experience anything like this. 

Leaning down slightly you let Leo off the lead when the two of you had entered the woods, letting the dog sprint around to his heart desires but he always kept close to you, just in case. Smiling down at your son you took out your phone to take a photo of the boy. He had his dad’s eyes and your nose. A perfect mix of the two of you. 

“y/n!” A sudden voice grabbed your attention, a voice you knew all too well. Turning around you met the face of Charles Leclerc. He was jogging up to you, something Leo saw as a threat. The German Shepherd dropped his ball and ran towards you, standing in front of you he lunged at Charles, barking and growling at the man before him. 

“Leo down.” You held his harness, pulling him back slightly. The dog stood back but kept his attention onto the stranger ahead of him. 

“Since when did you get a dog?” Charles was breathing heavily, his face terrified of the animal.

“Since I lived alone.” You met his worried gaze. “How did you find me?” 

“I didn’t stop looking since you left, nor did Arthur.” 

“Is he here?”

“No but he’s coming… I promise you he’ll be here.” Your sons cry grabbed your attention, still holding onto Leo you looked back at the boy. 

“Oh baby it’s okay.” Your free hand carefully scooped him up, placing him against your chest you started to rock him back and forth as best you could whilst holding onto your dog so he didn’t attempt murder on Charles. “Shh… shh…”

Charles felt time stop. His heart burting with pride at the sight of the woman he loved his son before him. “Is that -”

“He’s yours Charles.” You smiled at him.

“He?”

“Hmm, you have a son.” 

“Arthur owes me a lot of money.” 

“Sorry?” 

“We had a bet… if he was a girl or a boy, I said boy, he said girl.” 

You arched your brows at the man. “You two haven’t changed.” You looked back at your son. “Do you want to hold him?”

His face softened. “I’d want nothing more.” Charles stepped closer, still weary of your dog as you handed the child to his father. Anyone who walked past the two of you would have thought he’d been there since day one, he was a natural to this. “What did you name him?”

“Rowan.” You smiled, putting Leo back on his lead. “He has your eyes.”

“And your nose.” Charles smiled before he looked back at you. “Why did you leave?”

“You said you didn’t want a baby-”

“That doesn’t mean you had to leave.”

“I didn’t know what to do. You didn’t want to be a part of his life which meant not being a part of mine. Arthur hated me which meant I had lost you both and that was something I couldn’t live with. You know how small Monaco is, I knew I’d see you two at one point and I couldn’t face you two after that so I left. Moved here and now I’m never going back to Monaco, I’m raising Rowan here, I needed a new start and travelling around the world isn’t a life for a child.”

“Then I’ll move here.” His voice was full of urgency. “For over a year I could never stop thinking about you. I have always liked you and I just thought it was because of how you bullied my brother, the way you always knew everything about motorsports, I loved it. It was only when we grew up with one another I knew I loved you. I can’t apologise for everything that happened when you fell pregnant. I should have been with you through the pregnancy, throughout everything. When I said I didn’t want a child, I meant right now. I panicked and when Arthur and I spoke everything through you were already gone.” 

He held his son close to him, holding his right hand out as he balanced Rowan in his left. Taking his hand into yours you stepped closer to him. “I lied to you the last time we spoke.” He was taken back by your words but continued to listen. “I don’t regret spending the night with you, I don’t regret anything we did and I do love you.” 

“Neither do I.” He leant down, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “But now I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good because I really need someone to feed him during the night, he’s teething and I need sleep.” 

Charles laughed, this time dipping his head down to capture your lips into his. The kiss was far overdue. Your lips were sweet against his own, a taste he always wanted to feel. His hand left yours and cupped your cheek, pulling you closer into his chest as best he could without disturbing Rowan. He deepened the kiss as you got closer, his thumb brushing along your bottom lip when you pulled away for a breath. 

“Please never leave again.” He muttered against your soft lips. 

“I won’t.” Your eyes met his. “I promise.” Charles leaned in again but jumped at a sudden loud bark. Leo narrowed his eyes at the brunette, if he could talk you knew he’d yell at Charles like he was a disobedient child. 

“I’m not putting up with him.” Charles backed away from the animal.

“Oh he’s fine.” You dropped to your knees so the dog could rest his head on your chest, wagging his tail a you gave him all the attention in the world. “He just needs to get used to you.”

“Margret never mentioned him…”

“Margret?” You looked up him, curiosity on your face. “How do you know who she is?” 

His eyes widened at his own words. Shit. “Probably shouldn’t have said that…”

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