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sunny44 · 11 months

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Surprise

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x mom!wife! Reader

Warnings: just fluff

Summary: Surprising Lewis with little Hamilton’s first time in the paddock.

Lewis and I met in Spain when we were on vacation.

I was on vacation from my job and he was on summer break and by some kind of miracle we met in a bar.

I was alone drinking while my friends were dancing, I was excited that we were going to go out until minutes before my ex-boyfriend had the courage to send me an invitation to his wedding with the woman he cheated on me with.

My mother had sent me a message warning me because the address he knew was the address of my parents' house.

So this let me down completely.

Not that I was still in love with that idiot, far from it, but the fact that he had the courage to invite me made me realize that I have spent three years of my life with that person who didn't even deserve one month of my time.

And that's when Lewis showed up, I guess the fact that he found a sad woman in a bar, drinking alone on a Friday night caught his attention.

That's when we started talking and I as a person completely uninterested in any kind of sport didn’t knew who he was, in fact I only found out months later that we were already talking.

He didn't hide who he was, in fact he told me both his name and what he did, but he didn't specify that he was a formula 1 driver and that he was one of the best ones that existed.

We exchanged numbers and talked for months until he was in England for a race and invited me to go, this was when I fell in love with the sport but also where I realized how much damage it would do to my life just to be seen with him.

People found my social medias which at the time were bombarded with horrible comments about me and my appearance and that it was impossible for him to be with a person like me.

It was then where I became terrified and distanced myself a bit from him because of this. After much insistence he managed to convince me to go out to dinner with him.

That same night he was honest with me, that if we decided to try to have a relationship unfortunately it would be like that, people hating me without even knowing me and telling lies about me.

In other circumstances I would have walked away because this life of being known was not for me, I liked being unknown to the public eye and that the amount of people who would judge me would be less than being the girlfriend of the most famous Formula One driver.

But I knew that if I didn't take the risk I would miss out on one of the best things that would happen in my life, and now I'm sure I would have regretted it.

Lewis and I have been together for 5 years now, and every day I realize how much in love with him I am.

The first years of our relationship were very hectic, the weeks away for races and events, the thousands of messages exchanged during the day and FaceTime calls at night, and those were also the most complicated years of the relationship.

It was like a test, a test to know if the relationship would survive the thousands of lies about betrayal from both parts, the manipulated photos to look like things that weren’t true, the nights of crying and tears for not knowing what to believe even though we were absolutely sure that everything was just a big lie.

I'm sure these years were essential for both of us to learn to trust each other.

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It was the weekend of the Silverstone GP and I had lied to Lewis that I couldn't go because I had a lot of work to do, but in fact here was Luke and I in the car heading to the track.

Lucas Hamilton was our 3 year old son. This would be his father's first race that he would be watching straight from the garage.

When we found out that I was pregnant, we agreed that above all, Luke would be preserved from the toxicity of the internet. His fans knew that he existed and also knew his name because when he was born we thought it was only fair that the fans knew about him from us and not from the paparazzi, but they had never seen more than a small body in the pictures we posted.

Lewis had already shown interest in taking the little one to watch him race but I still didn't feel comfortable about showing him to the world, but I knew how much he wanted me to go this weekend and I also knew how upset he was that I couldn't go.

So nothing better than to surprise him with our presence plus Luke's first time.

Toto had helped me with the plan, sent me the paddock passes and let the security guards know that I would be here.

I got out of the car, I put the paddock passes on mine and Luke’s neck and carefully pulled him out of the car.

"Where's daddy?" He asks as soon as I lock the car and we start walking towards the paddock.

"We're going to go see him now okay?" He agrees and takes my hand again as soon as we enter the paddock

As soon as they recognized me the cameras all turned to me and with Lewis Hamilton's faceless son along it was as if the photographers multiplied.

As we were getting close to the garage, Lewis was coming out of it with Roscoe along with him and as soon as Luke saw him he let go of my hand and came out screaming.

"Daddy." Lewis recognized that little voice on and he opened the most beautiful smile as soon as he saw his son running up to him, even Roscoe started barking.

"Hey buddy." He bent down and picked him up on his hip. "What are you doing here?"

"Me and mommy came to see you." He says excitedly and soon he sees me. "I missed you daddy."

"I missed you too buddy." Just then the three of them come toward me. "You said you were going to work."

"I lied, I wanted to surprise you."

"You sure surprised me." He gives me a kiss.

"It's bad to lie mommy."

"It really is, isn’t." Lewis says in a teasing tone. "We're going to have to ground Mommy."

"That's right."

"Are you taking your father's side?" He agrees.

Luke was definitely a daddy's boy, besides being an exact copy of Lewis, even more now that he’s bigger, the only thing that’s the same as me is the eyes, Lewis has dark eyes and mine’s are green.

"Daddy can I sit in your car?"

"Of course you can, let’s ask uncle Toto to give you some gloves too, come on."

We pulled into the garage where Lewis put Luke into the car, after we were together for a while Lewis had to go because the race was going to start and when he won we ran to the front of the podium where as soon as he jump out of the car he came running over to where we were.

And I could have sworn that this race was the most special one for him.

Bonus scene!

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Y/nhamilton The best Weekend we had in a long time. Me and Luke had the best time here in Silverstone and there’s nothing better than an F1 race, specially when daddy win the race.

Thanks to everyone that came to support my husband, Lewis and our family really appreciate the love.

Tagged: @lewishamilton

LewisHamilton thanks for everything, you are the best mama and I’m so lucky to have you. Thanks for bringing our baby boy to the race.

Y/nhamilton we love you so much

Sebastianvettel so nice to see the two of you this weekend, beautiful family

Y/nhamilton thank you Seb, we have to plan a meeting with the kids

Yourmom miss you guys so much, the three of you have to come visit. He also looks a lot like Lewis.

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myperfectfatdads · 5 months

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Boat Trip

I wish my family had a boat, but my friend Joshes family has a boat. When he invited me onto it I was super excited this will be my first time on a boat well ever! Josh said to let early in the morning at the docks, I’m going with him and his dad. Josh just wanted it to be us two but his dad insisted for him to go as they never get to go out on the boat anymore and he misses it.

Arriving at the dock I see Josh and his dad and me and him are sure ready to get on the boat and out into the ocean. We’re both really good swimmers Josh thinks we are because we did lesson when we were young but I think that it’s because of our fit bodies I mean come on why wouldn’t we be good at swimming. Joshes dad on the other hand if he falls into the water I think is big belly will take him under and drown him. He’s definitely not the fittest man out there I mean he is old though being 58 years old. Getting onto the boat it’s nice not to big but also not to small the perfect size. Joshes dad also wanted to drive the boat which im fun with because that’s just more time to talk to Josh. We don’t get to talk as much as we used to now that we are in college and don’t really have the time to hang out everyday like we used to. It’s takes about an hour or two to get out to what seems like the middle of the ocean not another piece of land in sight or boat. But what am I to know I mean this is my first time on a boat well ever. “Hey boys a brought a bunch of beer if you want some it’s in the cooler down stairs” says Bob, Bob is Joshes dad. Looking into the cooler he’s not wrong there is a ton of beer in there. “Well bro let’s this party started” Josh says while cracking open is first bottle of beer. We are old enough to drink beer now but I’ve never been a huge fan. I started drinking beer last year Thats when u fist tried it and have never had the urge to try it again. After a long day of drinking swimming in the water and eating food all three of us were exhausted. I had a few beers myself but Josh definitely had the most out of all three of us which is surprising because his dad loves beer. Looking at Josh he was definitely drunk.

He also wasn’t looking to good as his belly was sticking out a little bit when normally he has a nice hard six pack his face is also rounding out a little bit. His dad didn’t seem to mind though he would also come up to him and slap his gut and say that’s my boy. I think that Josh just needs to get to sleep he’s not looking too good he’s also looking a lot older than when we got into the boat. I tell his dad that I think we are ready for bed as it is starting to get late, but his dad just looks at me and says come one I haven’t had this much fun since I was young let the old guy have some fun won’t yah here I’ll grad you two another beer its on the house. Josh does look like he could stay up a little longer I mean sure why not we’ll have another beer. “Okay I take you up on your offer I got I real good beer I want to have you guys taste for me” says Bob. What’s so special about this beer anyways? “Nothing it’s just a normal beer here it’s a new flavor though. I could tell he wasn’t telling us the full truth but it’s my best friend’s dad so it’s okay. Me and Josh both take our beers and take a sip. “This one teste different man I don’t know what I think about it burpppp” says Josh. “Haha that’s my son!” Says Bob. “Well I think I’m gonna hit the hay this man is tired we’ll cheers to another fun day tomorrow” says Josh. We all say goodnight but Bob seems older happy for some reason and I don’t know why maybe it just because he doesn’t really have any friends so he thinks it’s cool or fun to hang out with us. Waking up in the morning I’m being called up for breakfast by Bob, ugggg I feel super sluggish what was in that beer from last night. Your sleeping next to Josh as you wake him up he’s like a new man he grew a whole beard over night and it’s grey too! Hey bro you good your not looking the best. “Yeah man I’m fine I’m just really hung over I think” says Josh. Well your dad is calling us up for breakfast so let’s go, maybe just take it easy today dude. “Yea we both should your not looking awesome too bro” says Josh, yeah I definitely had to much beer last night. “No dude I mean your belly” says Josh, looking down at your belly there is a little bump, oh it’s all good my metabolism good dude it will go away soon. Going up to breakfast you see Bob with a full meal, woah you prepared all of this on a boat thats awesome. “Yep you boys better eat up well because I’m think of another day of drinking and swimming maybe I’ll even get in the water with you guys if I don’t sink haha” says Bob. After a very fun day of drinking, eating bobs delicious meals and swimming you feel exhausted. Man I’m tired dude I’m about to go to bed are you? “Yeah I’ll be there in a sec” says Josh. “Here dude let’s have one last beer before bed my dad saved us two special ones.” Says Josh. Oh okay sounds good one more before bed won’t hurt. Josh and I drink our beers and then get into bed. Waking up in the morning it’s our final day, Josh is already out of bed which isn’t normal he normally sleeps in and I’m the one who has to get him up. As you get out of bed you feel super heavy and sluggish, must have been from all the beer last night. Walking up the stairs you head to men laughing. Bob and a stranger?? Hey Bob who is this fella? “What do you mean who burppppp is this fella it me Josh” says Josh. Looking at his body this is not Josh it’s at man in his mid 50s.

You and your dad could be twins you two look the exact same age. “Haha we get that burppppp a lot” says Josh. “I mean look at you bro we could almost be twins looking down at your body your met with an old man with one big beer belly.

Woah you’re right I guess the beer really piled on me. “Its sure did man but we still got one more day left on the boat and this papa needs some beer in his belly so open that cooler Bob” says Josh “You got it, that’s my sun going on boat trips with his old man” says Bob. “Haha who you calling old man I bet I look older than you and I bet I have the louder burp, burppppppp.” Says Josh. “Well boys this had been the best boat trip ever can’t wait for the one next burpppp week” says Bob. For some reason this feels so wrong but also so wright at the same time, but you can’t wait tell next week to see you two best friends again and experience that weekend all over again.

#dad bod #weight gain #balding #beer belly #beer bloat #burping #fat belly #hairy belly #fatty

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 7 months

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Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest

Summary: Din tries to conduct an interview, while feeling her out.

A/N: Hello lovelies,

Hope everyone is having a splendid week. Mine wasn't too bad, had a few rude people at work, but I did my best not to have them get to me.

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy the next chapter. Love oo

Due to the past history of the OC there will be discussions alluding to past domestic abuse, please note that as it could be a trigger for some.

Warnings: implication of past domestic trauma, mistrust, testing a person's integrity, starting over, I think that's it, if I miss anything please let me know.

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THE RAZOR CREST SEVEN

CHAPTER THREE

Din eyed Ann carefully, observing her character and physical traits, she was shorter than Camilla, not that that mattered, really. She seemed guarded and capable. However, he noticed how her hands were soft, too soft for someone who was about to do a lot of hard labour, and for someone who claimed to have some farm hand experience too. His eyes slowly focused on hers, he was always able to read a person’s true nature by the look in there eyes, she seemed like a kind person, albeit there was a hint of nervousness in her eyes, but more than anything there was a fire fuelling those eyes. Whether that fire had to due with something in her past or had to do with not trusting him, either way he needed to know what was behind that fire. He needed to try and push her buttons to see what kind of person he was allowing into his home.

He readjusted himself in his chair, it was time to get this so-called interview started, “You want me to believe you have experience working on a farm, with hands as smooth as yours?” He motioned to her hands.

“You can believe anything you like, I’m here because you need help and I’m willing to help”

“You always this difficult?”

“You always this mistrusting?”

“Mistrusting? Really? That’s rich. I’m here talking to a stranger, who ‘claims’ to have worked on a farm when her hands look as though they’ve been manicured on a regular basis all her life. From your perspective this is a job, but from mine, this is my life, and I’m the one who’s inviting a stranger to live here with my son. So yes, I'm mistrusting.”

He had a point, but I also had a point too. Just because my hands looked manicured didn’t mean I didn’t know how to handle hard work or that I was shy about physical work. Yes, I would be invading his house, but I was also trusting him to treat me properly. However, it seemed no matter what I possibly could say, he appeared to have his opinion set. What was the point of trying to start over, he obviously didn’t want me here.

“Listen, I understand where you're coming from. However, I’m here because Cobb thought you needed help. I’m willing to provide it, I’m a hard worker, and I’m stronger than I look. But, if you would rather question my integrity, before even giving me a chance to prove myself then that’s fine. I guess all you guys are the same, you’d rather have some burly …”

“Hold on, there Ann. Take a breath.”

His hand clenched against the armrest at her biting comment, “First, let’s get one thing straight, this is my home. I don’t know what your deal is, if maybe your last employer was a jerk or something, but you don’t get to talk to me like that in my home.”

I let out a breath, closing my eyes, quelling the anger that was beginning to boil inside of me. I was here for an interview, there was no reason for Djarin to trust me. He had every right to question my integrity and who I was, especially if I was going to live in his house. He didn’t know me, and I didn’t know him, he wasn’t my ex who questioned every little thing about me. Making me feel unworthy of being in his presence.

I shook my head, guilt slowly rising, “You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s …” I ran my hands through my hair, “Sorry, I apologize, Din. It’s just … the way you answered the door, like I wasn’t even there … then criticizing me about something as small as my hands, it … it reminded me of someone. I’m sorry, I’m more wound up then I realized.”

Din let out a deep sigh, he noticed how her fingers were wringing against Cobb’s jacket. He needed to test her, but he clearly went the wrong way about it, guilt began to settle in his chest, “No, I’m … listen I’m sorry. I was just on the phone with my brother, he's… let's just say he knows how to press my buttons and always puts me in a bad mood. I apologize for the way I greeted you. How about this, let’s start over again.”

Din reached his hand out, determined to put his best foot forward, “It’s nice to meet you, my name is Din Djarin, and you are?”

My eyes looked from his hand to his face, there was a smirk on his face that made me feel at ease. Once again, he had made me feel comfortable, I reached out and shook his hand, “It’s nice to meet you, Din Djarin, my name is Ann Jones.”

“Pleasure. Now I understand you're looking for work, at least according to what Marshall Vanth told me.”

“Yes. I’m new to the area. Marshall Vanth raved about you, he told me a few things that you were looking for with regards to the person who would take this position. Here’s a few things that I can do, I’m a pretty good cook” thanks to working as a fry cook for three months, when I first left my situation. “I know how to get rid of the most stubborn stains,” working as a laundress for five months, when I left my bad situation for a second time. “I know how to tend a garden,” helps working at a community garden for six months, when I left for good. “I can also help with tending to the animals on your ranch” absolutely no experience for that, but how hard could it be? I mean okay I did assist a veterinarian for three months, when I had to hide after my identity was found out at the community garden, but still, “you know whatever needs to be taken care of around here, and anything I don’t know, I’m willing to learn. From what Marshall Vanth was saying it seemed you were looking for someone who could help in general.”

“Yeah, I need someone who could be available 24/7, hence the live-in situation. There are times when I get called out to help with corralling lost farm animals or whatever. Either way, I could be gone anywhere from a night to a day, sometimes a few days, on the rarity it could be up to a week or two.”

“Is that what you do, track lost animals?”

“Partially. I am a skilled tracker, one of the best out here so during the hunting season I get called on a lot. Usually, I’ll take a hunting party out, find some deer or elk for them to hunt, or track the injured animals the hunters couldn’t finish, before the wolves get them, just depends.” The idea of leaving Grogu alone with Ann didn’t fill him with the same sense of dread as it usually did, when he left him with Pelli. In fact, he felt comfortable in her presence, almost at peace; for a brief moment, he didn’t think about Camilla.

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asyamill0222 · 7 months

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Oh, hi everyone! This is my blog where I will share with you my little fanfics about Keegan. At the moment, this is one of my works (don't judge too harshly)

My Soldier🫡❣️ (1 part)

An American military base located on the outskirts of the city, under heavy guard by the best of the best. In the center of the area there is a bright, two-story building, decorated with white and blue tiles. Large windows attracted the view, and numerous Military personnel were in a hurry in all directions. There was complete chaos going on in the area. The commanding voice of one Military man who, waving his arms, indicates what to do, another with the words “Yes, sir!” completes the task. He is clearly just a trainee, and he is far from the elite and he knows it. So he tries his best. A young girl, having just graduated from the University, somehow miraculously ended up at the invitation of her Uncle Admiral in the Military Unit. She couldn't refuse such an opportunity. And after passing the exam, she was undoubtedly accepted. The girl is tall, about 175 centimeters exactly, dark wavy hair just below her shoulders, and her eyes.. The eyes are something with something. Otherwise it would be called heterochromia. For one eye is sky blue, like the clearest ocean in the world. And the second is brown, like the freshest coffee, to which no milk has been added, gently pink lips, a straight nose and beautiful facial features. The Girl herself is no more than 25 but no less than 20, about 23 years old. On the one hand, she is thin and slender. On the other hand, strong and independent. It is with her strong, slightly inflated physique that the Girl catches the eyes of Men. However, the Lady does not seem to pay attention to this.

Going inside the building, where men in uniform were walking around everywhere. Jenna, finding a familiar silhouette in the crowd, smiled warmly and headed towards the outline. Coming closer, the young lady put her hand on the shoulder of a middle-aged man. By his appearance you can tell that it’s time for the Man to retire, but he’s still a lively guy. The man turned around and smiled joyfully......

------- Jenna! Glad to see you, dear!

The Man said enough and embraced the Girl in a light embrace.....

-------- And I'm glad to see you Uncle Walter!

The young lady hugged the man.....

-------- Glad that you will now become part of our Military team. I'm sure you'll like it here, especially since there are a lot of different guys here. Maybe you'll find someone for yourself.

The man playfully pushed Jenna on the shoulder, the Lady rolled her eyes a little and sighed heavily.......

-------- Uncle Walter, I will work here. I'm not looking for a betrothed.

-------- OK I understood. I won’t get too ahead of myself, but for good service I can send you somewhere else. Wherever you want!

--------- This is great news, Uncle!

--------- But I told you this in confidence. So let's forget. And let's go meet your colleagues.

--------- Are there any Girls there besides me?

--------- Of course not. Girls prefer to sit and wait near the fireplace in their house for Guys than to go serve. That's why you're one of the Girls in this squad.

The man patted Jenna on the shoulder and grinned. The girl clearly appreciated such humor. Later, coming outside, the Admiral pointed to a seemingly small boxing ring. Where training was carried out with 5 soldiers who were eager to kick each other's ass. The young lady examined the tactics of the maneuver with interest, clearly immersed in her thoughts. Five muscular, stunning men who just touched your soul......

------- Watch attentively.

The Man ordered and pointed to one of the soldiers.......

-------- This is Logan Walker. Son of Elias Walker and younger brother of David "Hash" Walker. When he passed all the tests on the battlefield, he became a member of the Ghost Squad after being rescued by Elias and the Ghost Squad itself. He is the right hand man of Keegan Russ. He is now 31 years old.

The man rubbed her chin and again pointed at one of the soldiers.....

--------- Keegan Russ, fighter of the "Ghosts" squad. He is the team's sniper. He is just as fluent in bilingualism as Logan. He is currently the captain of their team. He loves to be obeyed and does not tolerate obedience. Performed many successful operations. Moreover, despite his leadership, he is quite silent. And older than his operatives, he is 33 years old.

Jenna nodded understandingly, but in her head she was developing a plan on how to get Keegan to talk.......

--------David "Hash" Walker. Older brother of Logan Walker and son of Elias Walker. We have a whole dynasty of this family in our squad. Since he is older, he is 32 years old.

--------- Thomas Merrick. Or just Merrick. Another soldier of the Ghosts team.

--------- Why "Ghosts"?

The Young Lady asked.....

--------- Because they have stealth and incredible tactics. You will be with them.

-------- What?? Why??

Jenna said indignantly, crossing her arms over her chest.....

--------- You have been assigned here, remember, for your good service, I will send you somewhere else. Be patient a little and try to find a common language with the Guys. Especially with Keegan. He doesn't like it when there are girls in his room.

The young lady hissed in annoyance, because it would be difficult for her. Later the Admiral shouted and the Guys looked at the Man. He showed a gesture, and the Soldiers abandoned training and headed towards him. The girl froze in place, because she was not ready for this........

------- Meet the fighters, now this is your colleague. Jenna Anderson, recently graduated from the University and I hope you get along.

The man looked at Keegan, who was not particularly happy with Jenna. However, the Young Lady managed to discern feelings of Hatred and lack of trust in her light blue eyes through the mask. Which made the Lady feel uneasy. The man patted the Girl on the shoulder and smiled warmly. And then he soon disappeared from sight. Jenna sighed with relief, but a shiver ran through her body when one of the Guys approached her and bent over a little......

-------- So these are lenses? Or one of the regular operations to change eye color?

Merrick asked, looking into the Young Lady’s eyes.....

------- This is heterochromia.

The Girl answered in a calm voice. While inside her the world was falling away under her feet from the dark eyes of men.......

--------- OK. Listen, this is not a resort and the concept of “weekend” does not exist. Here we serve, and we don’t give any favors to anyone. The main thing is, try not to get in the way and not get into trouble. Today you are here, and tomorrow you are gone. It’s unlikely that anyone will come to help, so you don’t have to hope. Have you expressed yourself clearly enough?

------- Extremely.

Jenna said calmly, crossing her arms......

------- Great, then now we'll go to warm up. A short cross-country run around the stadium, then rope crawling, then push-ups. All clear?

---------- Yes sir.

---------- That's great, try to keep up.

The young lady nodded positively. The guy grinned, and then everyone followed Keegan. Having reached the stadium on the territory, the Blue-Eyed Guy commanded, and the group ran lightly after the Commander. They ran like this for about 2 hours, and Jenna was tired of running because she was already exhausted, but she didn’t want to give up. Having finally finished her run, the Girl was able to rest by collapsing straight onto the asphalt. A few guys chuckled a little. And then they helped Baryashna get up from the cold asphalt.......

------- This is not a recreation center or a resort. Here they test your strength. And they decide whether you can participate in the Battle. So get your act together. We have a lot to do.

Jenna just nodded at Logan’s words and, gathering her strength, continued her training. So the Girl spent the whole day with the Guys. And late in the evening, having said goodbye to everyone, the Young Lady headed to her room in the building. Going inside, Jenna sighed with relief. My legs and arms hurt terribly after training. The lady approached the bed and collapsed tiredly onto it. So an hour passed, two, three. But sleep never came to the Girl. Tossing and turning in bed, Jenna was completely lost in herself. And she knows what she is thinking about, or rather about whom. And those light blue eyes that never gave me peace. Amazing physique.

- But why?! – the Lady hissed indignantly, hitting her head on the pillow. - What’s wrong?! – the fidgeting on the bed was already starting to irritate you quite a bit. Getting out of bed, She went to the table and poured cool water from the jug. Having come to her senses a little and calmed down her irritation, she began to run circles around the room. It was 2:30 on the clock. Giving up on sleep, you changed clothes and headed to the gym. Jenna decided that training would be better than suffering due to insomnia. Too much time and effort was spent to become the best, but I understood that you could not become better than your current colleagues, and especially better than the captain and part-time your patron in the squad. Always look up to him, always take an example. Today's sparring showed that the Young Lady's efforts were not in vain, although if you had not been distracted by one man who was extremely interesting to you, everything would have turned out much better.

“Keegan fucking Russ..!”

All the captain’s instructions fell on deaf ears, all the teams drowned in the pool of blue eyes, as soon as you met his gaze. You were literally stuck. It's a pity that nothing can work out for them. The only thing that binds you is work. And with her, feelings are a loss.

“Fuck!”

Approaching closer to the entrance to the gym, the Lady realized that there was someone there. Having opened the doors slightly, you froze at what you saw - Keegan himself was pounding the punching bag as hard as he could.

The gaze slid over his tense body - in the dim light of the fluorescent lamps he was fucking Apollo.

≤ You fucking...! ≥

Walking behind the man, for some reason the Girl really didn’t want to make any sounds - he was pounding the pear too desperately. She went to the table and began wrapping special protective bandages around her hands, and from under half-lowered eyelashes she continued to watch this perfect man. It became increasingly difficult to maintain composure. There was silence in the hall - the sounds of blows stopped. The man turned around sharply and froze - your eyes met. And it seems you heard the gnashing of his teeth........

- How long have you been here? Russ was the first to break the silence.

His hoarse, low voice sent shivers down my spine and my body trembled.

#keegan p russ #call of duty #keegan russ

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iron-roses · 2 years

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alright @inklier have neros origin

Looking For The Pyres Eye, By inkydu

TW: this does have mentions of human experimentation so be warned about that

AN: i havent touched this since like january and its been on the backburner of my brain so my apologies for this being horrible ok bye

I exited the home of my organization's enemy, letting the door shut soundly behind me. As I was about to walk back to headquarters, I passed out. The last thing that I remembered was my head hitting the grass. I then awoke on a cold tile floor, head pounding and my red leather gloves torn up. I stood up. A mirror hung on the wall, the area around it illuminated by moonlight. I looked at myself in the mirror. My silver hair all a mess and spilling out of place, my suit crumpled and my mother’s pendant nowhere to be seen. I smoothed out my clothes.

“I need to find out why I was brought here,” I said to myself. My eyes began to take in my surroundings. Everything felt so familiar to me. It was as if I had grown up here. I began to search around, feeling along with my hands, looking for something to give me a clue as to what this place was or where I was. I searched for a light source, stumbling around the room until I found the lights and having them flicker to life. As my eyes adjusted, I walked over to the lab table and found a picture frame.

“Was it the null that brought me here?” I murmured aloud. I picked up the picture frame. The picture of a man and woman with a young girl with short black hair in between them. The woman looked very late into pregnancy. “It… it's impossible… there's no way I've been trapped within… I've been trapped within my own childhood home... ” I took the image out of the frame, if only to confirm my suspicions and written on the back were 3 names, Lucy, Theodore and Elise. “It… The Null… it truly brought me to the house… The basement was my father’s laboratory...” It all came flooding back, the memories of the house and the blue glow I saw one day. Walking past the door to enter the greenhouse, when I was six years old, I had seen the blue glow of the null successfully turning someone into a catalyst. After that day the black ink began to spread around, blanketing the house until one day, we never went back.

Placing the photo back into the frame, I gently set it down atop the dresser where I found it. Opening the cabinet under it, I discovered a journal in one of the drawers that was like a gold mine of information.

Wednesday, November 24, 1906

Looking at this date made me realize something; Only 6 days later would my father go missing, making the next 20 years go by in almost the blink of an eye.

The formula that Dr. Tohno and I have been working on for almost 8 months has finally been perfected. I believe that soon we will need to submit this to the institute. However, we must test it before submitting it. Dr. Tohno has found a willing volunteer to be the subject of our test. Her oldest son, Nero, has given us the exact exam results we want. According to my division's overseer, the reward of this project would shower us with riches, more than we could ever fathom. The wonders of our research make working for the institute worth all my sacrifices. I shall note the results of our experiment as time goes on.

Dr. Theodore Grayson

Head Scientist of Project Orchid

The Royal Institute Of Great Britain

Wednesday, November 24, 1906

Professor Grayson has invited me to work on a project he calls “the next evolution of science” Oh how it excites me to work on this with him. Our formula is finally complete. I have been endlessly searching for a subject for this project. My oldest son, Nero, has given us all the exam results we want. He has agreed to become our test subject. I haven't told him any details of the experiment. I wish him to fair well after the encounter.

Dr. Melodie Tohno

Second in command of Project Orchid

The Royal Institute of Great Britain

I shut the Journal. Closing my eyes, I began to look around, searching endlessly for anything to help me wrap my mind around what I just read. Accidentally stumbling into a wall, I fell back onto the floor. A null tendrill cushioning my fall, I stood up looking at it curiously.

“Are you… by any chance… the Nero that the journals mention?” I asked to the tendril

The tendril flapped up and down, almost nodding.

“I'll take that as a yes… Do you mind me asking questions?”

The tendrill moved side to side.

“Okay then, Nero, do you know if your body is alive?” I asked, hoping I would maybe not seem insane talking to a null tendril.

The tendril moved up and down. It pointed me to a door and opened it for me.

A young man's body, looking around my age lay asleep within what seemed to be a glass coffin.

“Is this your body?” i asked the tendril

It did its nodding thing and tried to pry open the case but to no avail.

I walked over to the coffin, and opened it. The tendril eagerly fused into the body, the boy waking up with a jolt.

“You.. You saved me.. Who even are you?” He asked, his body feeling unfamiliar to him from what I could note.

“Call me Elise. For now, the both of us are stuck here until we can escape.“

“I've been stuck here since I can remember… I remember my mum taking me to her friend's house to meet someone and then being trapped… Then you showed up and we’re having this conversation.”

I lifted him from the coffin, “let's first get you used to your body again, then we will worry about escaping.” I said, placing him on the ground.

After a while he figured everything out and we both began to search. We kept both journals open as we investigated the room. I found a chemical mixture, and went over to the lab table to recreate it. I recognized it instantly, and walked over to the door I noticed earlier, I poured the mixture over the door hinges, melting them away. The door fell to the ground with a thud. I turned on my flashlight and entered the room. Within the room lay claim to what looked like a bedroom. Nero walked in behind me, placing his hand on the wall, he illuminated the space.

“Neat little trick. Would have been more helpful if I had known earlier” I mumbled under my breath.

“Maybe if one of us gets tired we can rest here?” he said with a hint of a tone I couldn't quite place.

“Don’t expect me to get tired. My training allows me to stay awake even when I'm exhausted.” I snapped back at him.

“It was only a suggestion…”

“Apologies. Under such circumstances I am quite prone to saying things I do not mean.”

He nodded and walked off, I allowed myself a brief moment of rest… I need… I need… I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.

(Nero pov)

I heard Elise fall onto the bed. I'll keep searching until she wakes up. I let one of the tendrils loose.

“Search and bring me anything of importance.”

It nodded and scurried off.

I sat on the pull out bed next to Elise, watching her chest rise and fall as she slept. I passed out, the light in the room flickered out.

Elise pov

I awoke in a cold sweat. I looked to the side and saw the silhouette of Nero's body. He was completely asleep. He seemed to be out cold. I let myself roll onto the bed next to him and passed out again.

Nero pov

I awoke to the tendrill I had sent out prodding my arm. I stood up and walked over to where it was sliding to.

“Those are the journals I remember from when I was younger.. What kind of clues are hidden here?” I mumbled to myself, picking up the first one.

November 26, 1906

Nero works perfectly as our catalyst. Its been a hard choice if I wanted to hold off the experimenting but I’m glad I chose to begin now. The crystal seems to be bonding itself to his body. He truly was the perfect catalyst. Dr. Tohno has expressed some regrets but she knows it's for the greater good. All progress requires sacrifice.

Dr. Theodore Grayson

Head Scientist of Project Orchid

The Royal Institution of Great Britain

“Who… Who is that… Why does he seem… evil?” I mumbled, shutting the journal. One of the tendrils pointed me to a door that wasn't there before. I walked over to it, attempting to open it. The doorknob wouldn't budge no matter how hard I tried to push it. I headed back over to where elise was sleeping and tried to wake her up, causing her to sit up with a jolt.

“N-Nero! Why- Why would you-” She said.

Elise Pov

I noticed how close nero was to me and felt heat creep into my cheeks. I stood up and removed my coat, allowing it to fall to the floor.

“Nero, you woke me up for a reason. What is it.” I said, slowly regaining my composure.

I found another door.. I cant get it open… Could you help me open it?

Fine, I’ll help. After that I want to rest. Understood?

Mhm, lets just get this over with. We both walked out of the room and over to the door. I used what was left of the mixture i made earlier to let us both in. ill have to make more, i noted. Nero placed his hand on the wall, again illuminating the space.

“That little trick of yours really pisses me off.”

#incomplete writing woooooooooooo #tw human experimentation

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leam1983 · 9 months

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Deliberate Weakness

The day's over, my vacation's begun. Walt eventually joins me on the couch, which has me put the latest Dresden Files aside for a moment.

He brings me close. "I wanted to thank you," he said, "for everything you've done this year. For us, for the company we've started - for yourself."

In the moment, I react like an adult; pretty much like you'd expect. I shrug, smile, mention it's nothing. Walt sustains my gaze, his smirk turns secret, and he taps his left thigh three times. A gentle invitation.

I've said before that Walt enjoys acting as our little group's bulwark. He'd never infantilize me, but he knows showing self-reliance and personal responsibility's always been just a little more taxing on me than others. The early days of the company's network being tested were hard and, as you already know, I lost sleep over it all. I gave a lot of energy to what we have, more than someone able-bodied would have needed to - and Walt knows I don't allow myself to show weakness.

But right now, and in a scant few occasions, he's seen an opening. As much as I prefer to think of Walt as a partner or an equal, I remember how his usual expansive self promised he'd assist me, once we became serious. He gave himself all the roles: friend, boss, lover, confidant - even father.

He knows that there's days where i don't need an equal. He knows there's nights where I want to surrender my burdens and give my own weight, all of my rickety self, to someone else entirely.

He knows I want to allow myself to feel weak.

You don't know how exhausting it is to have nothing but your brains to rely on, to have nothing but that to serve as a crutch. Things are probably so much easier for bullies, aren't they? Throw a few punches, mug at your victim, land cheap put-downs and you're done. Zero brainpower needed.

I find myself perpendicular to him, like a child being rocked in a parent's arms. To someone else, their lover whispering "Call me Daddy" probably conjures a deluge of kink. It doesn't, in my case. In that moment, Walt's underlined our age and physical differences and positioned himself as the Older Man, the Wise One. The man who, in entirely different circumstances, could have raised a son like myself. In that moment, we're related by an imaginary strand of blood that feels all-too-real.

At first, I mostly list workplace concerns he's already familiar with. Server outages, the one or two acrimonious sorts who didn't swallow the bitter pill of our departure, the sense of putting myself out in the open more than ever before - and as Walt expects, the dam soon breaks.

This is why I needed a vacation. The excessive care, the need to prove myself after having been dependent for so long, the fear of being an abortive adult, a puer aeternus stuck playing the part of someone more put-together than I am. The outside world leaving me anxious at forty, road crossings inevitably filling my mind with dark flashes of my dumb self reduced to gristle while going out for a can of soda.

I'm just tired of having to constantly, endlessly make an effort.

The dam breaks and I cry. Walt holds me close and says the ony things he can say, the only things he has to:

"I see you, sport. I know it's hard - I really do. It's okay, though: you can lean on Sarah and me as much as you need to."

He pauses and lands another tactical blow.

"We'll always be here for you."

Crying is hard for me. I don't like to show it, so it hurts. Letting go hurts even more. His last sentence undoes a latch, however - unlocks something inside - and the last few decades of frustrations unrelated to my currently near-perfect love life push through.

I can also feel how unintentionally cruel i'm being. Walt can't shoulder burdens related to the past, all he can help me with lies in the present and future. To someone else, his repeating "I'm so sorry," might've seemed like a platitude. I know that coming from him, there's a definitive wish to have been there, to have kicked this bully in the teeth or torn this unhelpful Special Needs math teacher a new one, to have been there on difficult nights when all I had were stories in my head and an inhaler on my face.

It feels good, though. I spit my resentment at the world as I stain his vest, and in retrospect, I can also identify those moments he resonated with - he the forever dumpy kid with a dream of being discharged from Phys. Ed, of being left alone with his unsuble bedroom literature in the seventies. He of the emotional eating who still fantasizes of implausibly large modern Roman orgies that see him fattened, spent and contented.

If I were more active on American soil, I'd count my orientation as another issue. I'd almost loathe being bi, honestly. Canada, and Quebec in particular, make me feel welcomed and safe on this particular front. It's only ever been the disability part that's been a serious obstacle. So, keeping that in mind, Walt is more cautious than usual as my rage shifts to bodily frustration and then goes to hunger and gratitude.

I'm not alone. That simple fact smashes into me, amply described by his gyrations. He's hungry - almost as hungry as I am - but is dead-set on being gentle. In the meantime, he's urging me to feel him, to feel what he's offering to me - which goes so much deeper than you'd think. Our kisses are deep, quiet by way of longing, and the sofa's springs are starting to object.

The last one rides on top of some great and terrible fury that's seized my boss the car salesman, my lover the serial haberdasher, my fantasized father the early senior with a fetish for suits. He smashes his lips into mine, demands that I all but taste his cologne along his neck, snorts with a mixture of hunger and dedication, and mixes his final orgasm with determination enough to probably make the national interest rate think twice before hiking again.

"If anyone ever touches you, I swear..."

He doesn't need to finish. What he'd do is well outside the realms of the Reasonable or Possible. I know it, he knows it, he knows that I know. There's so much love in there it hurts.

After hurt comes some kind of emotional soreness, or maybe a respoonse to the previous moments' physical violence, as desired as it might've been. Walt calls me the best names I know of. He calls me his son a good dozen times; even frames it like a rhetorical question, like something you'd actually ask your very young child, with love overflowing.

"You know you're my son, right? You do, don't you?"

I sigh. "Can we do this for two weeks straight, please?"

Walt's tone is genuinely aggrieved. He knows he can't, but he promises to turn to me every late afternoon. "Good fathers always come home, after all."

I'm silent for a while. All I've got in mind is ridiculously obvious demands better suited for syrupy telenovelas. I might as well bust out my Spanish, ask him to never leave me in an excessively dramatic tone and expect something emphatic in response. I thread my fingers with his, instead.

Call-and-response. Walt's gaze makes me feel like the reflections in his pupils could be galaxies hitherto unexplored.

Saying anything else would cheapen the moment.

#life post #cw: sex mention #long post

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yokefellows · 2 years

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Grace in the Overwhelm

Today’s Saying

Jesus sympathises with our weaknesses. Jesus, too, is familiar with being broken down and tired.

Today’s Scripture

“So let us come boldly to the throne of our gracious God. There we will receive his mercy, and we will find grace to help us when we need it most.” Hebrews 4:16 (NLT)

Today’s Sermonette

When You read Psalm 142, You feel like David gets you. In this psalm, David was hiding in a cave from Saul and his army. He was overwhelmed, and he cried out to God:

Lord, I’m tired! I’ve got to look out for traps because people are plotting against me, and no one has my back. I look to the right hoping to see a friendly face and hear a word of encouragement, but I am alone. There is no one to care for me.

After feeling all of his feelings, he ultimately proclaims the Lord is his refuge and his portion.

In seasons of overwhelm, our sinful nature becomes evident. Everything is so cloudy that we can’t see Jesus. We get impatient and snappy with family.

We try to cut corners and slack on our responsibilities instead of doing what we said we would do because we feel justified by our excuses.

We often walk out of step with the Holy Spirit. We are not loving, kind, gentle, self-controlled, peaceful, joyful, patient or faithful.

In times when we are broken down and tired like David, we need grace. We need to experience God’s grace, be strengthened by God’s grace, and be motivated by God’s grace. But we have to go to the throne to get the grace!

“So then, since we have a great High Priest who has entered heaven, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to what we believe. This High Priest of ours understands our weaknesses, for he faced all of the same testings we do, yet he did not sin.

So let us come boldly to the throne of our gracious God. There we will receive his mercy, and we will find grace to help us when we need it most” (Hebrews 4:14-16, NLT).

It’s encouraging to know that Jesus can sympathize with our weaknesses. Jesus, too, is familiar with being broken down and tired.

He knows how it feels to be tempted to sin, but didn’t. As a result, we have a holy High Priest who beckons us near to the throne of grace despite the foolishness of our lives.

Because we’re forgiven in Jesus, there is grace for us!

We can go to God with full confidence that He will not condemn us for all the ways we feel like we failed in the midst of our overwhelm. There is grace upon grace waiting for us to receive it. And there is grace for any and everyone, too!

When we’re overwhelmed, we’ll choose to boast about our God as follows:

I feel overwhelmed and tired, but God is able!

I feel like I’m going to snap, but God rescues!

I feel like I’m out here in these streets all by myself, but God is my friend!

And suddenly, we will go from being weak to being strong in the grace. We can resist the temptation to let the overwhelm of our lives keep us from chasing after the heart of God.

Today’s Supplication

Father, when I am in the midst of my overwhelm, help me remember that You see me and invite me into Your throne room to receive Your mercy and find Your grace to help me. Give me the courage and confidence to draw near to You, even when my instincts tell me to run and hide. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

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the-iron-tipped-quill · 2 years

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reposting pyres eye here