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dreamauri · 7 months

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ok so i saw your sub!lando post and for some reason the only thing i can think abt is if the roles were reversed??? j a clingy and cuddly reader (i love the fact that she’s gonna be clingy when lan’s streaming) and dom!lando cause brainrot 🤧 ok bye ilysmsmsmsmsmsm (please don’t feel pressured to write this if you don’t wanna!!)

♪ — 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗨𝗖𝗛 𝗔 𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟 lando norris x girlfriend! reader (smut) “. . . being clingy and teasing can lead up to something.”

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You snuggled further into Lando's chest as he gently stroked your hair. You were finally in pyjamas, sitting on your boyfriend's lap as he played games with his friends on stream. and you watched quietly. You didn't want to disturb them. but you didn't want to be away from Lando either.

You didn't need him giving all his attention to you. Leaning your side to his chest with the occasional kiss and affectionate touches was enough. You were feeling tired and sleepy anyways and you felt like you'd doze off any moment now.

"Well—" Lando cut himself off with a yawn. "The puppy that has claimed my lap as her own personal property and real estate has a very contagious desire for sleep." And with that he signed off the live stream, pulling you to straddling his lap. Your first instinct was to nuzzle in his neck, pressing soft kisses against his nicely tanned and warm skin.

"What are you doing?" He sucked in a breath feeling you wiggle on the spot. "Getting comfy." You chuckled, tone holding a slight tease as you leaned up to connect your lips with his. It was a sweet and soft kiss. Until you felt the brit thrust his hips up slightly. A small tiny moan left your mouth. And that was all it took to trigger Lando.

The kisses weren't short and soft, but longer and more passionate. You even struggled to try and keep up with Lando, the hungry pace he was going with was too fast for you. "Lan." You tried to stop him when you felt his hands trail up your thighs and under your shirt.

A yelp sounded as he lifted you up, carrying you all the way to his room and his bed. He was too quick to pull your clothes and half of his own, too desperate to feel your skin on his. "Stop." You giggled feeling ticklish as he pressed kisses to your tummy and hips.

"What?" Helooked up at you with clear concern. He thought he hurt you, but thankfully not. "I'm not having sex with that." you motioned to his facial hair that he was growing. "What, you don't like it?" He crawled up, leaning his forearms on either side of your head. "No. It tickles. And I wanna have sex, not laugh." You argued trying to hold in your smile while looking Lando deep in his eyes. You watched him as he stroked his chin proudly, going back down to where you needed him most.

"Lando no," You laugh, pushing his head away as he tries to catch your clit on his lips. "Hey—" The brit scolded you, pushing your hand away. "Let me work." You laughed at the statement, ready to mock him when a moan broke from your throat. “I take my job very seriously, thank you very much.”

"Fuck— ok ok, I'm sorry." You went to push his head away, feeling him lap and nibble on your bud. The brit made sure to hold your wrist, stopping you from sabotaging him in any way. "Lando-" "Be a good girl." His muffled voice was stern as he held your thigh, gently stroking his thumb against your skin to at least comfort you as he tongue fucked you.

His nose and little moustache were doing your clit no justice. And Lando knew it. He watched you squirm and moan his name, a jolt running up your spine every time he nudged you. “You’ll be good?” You nodded quickly, trying to hold his hand at least. But he held your other wrist too, confining you completely under his mercy.

“Can’t hear you, my love.” “I’ll be good. I’ll be super good.” You nodded, starting to heave as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten. “You’ll be a good girl?” “I’ll be a good girl, a very good girl. T—the best girl.” You promised, squirming each time you felt him intentionally drag his tongue on the spot that made you see stars.

“I’ll take your word on that.” He hummed, letting go of your wrists, concentrating on your sensitive bud since he knew you were more prone to a quick orgasm from there. Your fingers were quick to tangle in his hair, not really pulling. But since his hands were too busy trying to take off his pants, the soft curls would do for now.

“Lando, no.” You whined, leaning up on your elbow to look at him. You were almost there, seconds from a climax that would’ve left scratch marks on Lando’s shoulder. Your eyes were teary and your chest was heaving. You got up shakily, helping him pull his pants down. A gulp went down your throat seeing the size of him, hesitantly pulling his boxer shorts down as well.

“Go on.” Lando leaned back on his elbows, waiting for you to settle between his legs. “But it was my turn.” You looked up at him, begging slightly. You need him, you couldn’t wait any longer. You crawled up, sitting on his lap, a desperate look on your face as you looked between his sky coloured eyes. Lando looked at you, a smirk on his lips as he pretended to be thinking. “I’ve been a good girl.” You begged again, kissing him gently yet passionately. “Please please please.”

Lan tilted his head, smiled even wider, glancing down at his dick then you. No words or explanation was needed. You knew what he was asking you and you weren’t going to deny him. Your mind was too foggy and if it took giving him an orgasm first to receive your own, then so be it. You shifted your body between his bent knees, getting comfortable as you took his length in your mouth inch by inch. The noises he made were not helping with your situation at all. Lando’s eyes grew heavier, he was determined to watch himself disappear in your mouth and reappear, again and again.

And for the next few minutes, you picked up the pace. You even added tongue which you knew would speed up the process. But apparently not. You were suspecting he was holding back on purpose. His moans and grunts were loud, and with the occasional shift or thrust you’d think he’s on the edge. But he can’t be on the verge of an orgasm for 5 minutes straight. Looking up at him, his face was scrunched up and jaw tense, breathing through his teeth.

“Okay, okay! Enough! Enough. I’m dying.” He gave up, gently cupping under your chin and pulling you up forcefully. Your eyes were wide as you looked at what was just in your mouth. Lando slumped back on his back, breathing heavily. “I came like 7 times, Y/N.” He scolded tiredly, body practically shaking on the spot. You crawled up to him, looking at him confused. Nothing was in your mouth, you were pretty sure. Did he cum dry? You didn’t say anything, you instead gently pressed kisses to his jaw and neck. Once you lay beside him, you let Lando recover, watching his breath even out. He opened his eyes looking at you. “Sorry.” You whisper. “You should be sorry, how am I going to compete with that?” The two of you giggled softly, sharing soft kisses.

With a deep breath, Lando sat up, sitting with his back against the wall, patting his lap for you. You got on with no hesitation of course. Wrapping your arms around his neck as you slowly sunk on his length. “Awh, that's a good girl.” Lando’s praises went straight into you, a moan echoing in your throat as he connected his lips with yours.

The thrusts started shortly, gaining speed within a certain pace. You even switched positions a couple of times; on your side and back to prone, which was a little more frustrating because he was pressing all of his weight into you. You were too out of it to even unhook your heels from around his abdomen.

“You’re so fucking tight, Y/N. You’re such a good girl.” Lando huffed, arms wrapped around you as you messily made out. He eventually slipped, accidentally falling on you. All his weight now on and inside you. That was all it took for your body to rock from an intense orgasm, helpless moans and whimpers following suit. “Fuck, baby. I’m sorry.” he kissed your jaw gently, but you were practically putty, head rolling on your side as he pressed kisses, fucking you through your high.

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“One, two, three.” Lando pulled out quickly, a pained moan slipping from your mouth. Your walls were too sensitive, even the action of Lando just whipping you clean felt overwhelming.

That feeling was quickly over though and you were thankfully just left with your boyfriend and yourself, cuddling under the fuzzy sheets of his bed, deciding on whether you should get pizza, chinese, or just to call max and make him cook for you since both of your legs were very much not working.

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“Look at these two idiots.” Max Fewtrell sighed deeply as he stood in your kitchen, pointing at your practically passed out figures to the camera that was leaned near the stove so he could cook and talk at the same time. You were splayed out on the counter in Lando's merch hoodies and shorts and Lando was on the floor only in his fluffy pyjama pants.

“Disgusting.” He shook his head as the two of you waved at the camera.

“I had to buy ear plugs when you and Lando were still roomies. I couldn’t stay over and sleep peacefully with how-” “Y/N!” Max cut you off looking at you shocked and panicked. Lando was laughing his ass of the floor while you gave Max innocent puppy smile.

"I hate you guys. Making me do forced, unpaid, treacherous labour." "treacherous?" " don’t know, sounds like a long scary word."

"Chat is cursing at you, Lando." "They hate me because they aint me. They wish they had my ass." "Lando you don't have an ass." "EXCUSE ME?!" "He’s right, Lan." "DONT SIDE WITH HIM Y/N."

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multifandomgirl08 · 1 month

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Give and Take (Kind of Love We Make) [Mini Verstappen Series]

Dad!Max Verstappen x Wife!Reader (Established Relationship)

Summary: Max had a plan in his head for the evening. He had mapped out the track before, and intended to keep to his strategy until they got home.

Warning(s): 18+, Implied sexual content, okay maybe it's more than implied.

A/N: Thank you Anon for your request. I hope you like it! It's a little more than steamy but I couldn't help myself as I was working on it.

Title from the song I Get Off by Halestorm

There is a short morning after continuation in the reader's POV here.

Words: 2.8k

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Nico would be spending the night at Lando’s since he and Y/N were having date night tonight. He was in the process of dropping Nico off before going back home.

"Nico," Max said while Lando was in the other room. Nico had run over to Max and hugged his legs.

"Take care of Uncle Lando." Max wasn't concerned about Nico spending time with Lando. He was concerned that Lando wouldn't know what to do with Nico aside from letting him eat junk food and watch cartoons past his bedtime.

"Max," Lando started to say walking out from the guest room in his apartment. "He'll be fine. I'll make sure that the kid is in bed by midnight."

Max gave Lando a knowing glare.

"10 o'clock?"

Max made sure to look him right in the eyes this time. He and Y/N never let Nico stay up past 9 on a weekend.

"Fine, 9." Lando looked slightly defeated.

Max kissed Nico on his forehead, "Mama and I will pick you up in the morning."

Nico gave a quick nod back.

“No sugar after 8 Lando,” He warned. Lando just nodded and smiled at him. The Brit was going to regret not listening to him.

It only took Max half an hour to drive home. As he walked through the front door of the house, he could hear Y/N from her office that was on the far end of the living room. Probably on the phone with a client or one of her co-workers. He glanced down to his watch, to see that it was only 4:45, and they didn’t have to be at the restaurant until 8.

Max had made his way downstairs to the master bedroom to take a quick shower. If Y/N wasn’t out of her office by the time he was out he could get on the sim for a while, or play Call of Duty online until he had to get dressed.

He was quick about his shower, washing his hair and body. When he got out of the shower he considered shaving but then decided not too. His facial hair looked like it was turning into a full beard if he let it grow out a little more. He discarded his towel into the hamper, walking to his closet to rummage through his drawers for clean underwear, shorts and a shirt. As he was sliding his shorts over his legs he could hear footsteps coming down the stairs.

He poked his head out of the closet to see Y/N walking into the room with her phone in her hand before dropping it onto the sheets of the bed.

“How was dropping Nico off?” She asked.

“Lando didn’t listen when I told him about Nico’s schedule.”

“Then he can deal with the consequences of him not going to bed.” She had slipped into her closet while Max moved to the other doorway that connected to the bathroom.

“How much do you want to bet he’ll call Daniel if he has trouble?” Max knew that Lando would need help.

“I don’t think you give him enough credit.” Max knew right away that she was just saying that to rile him up a bit.

“A bet then?” He asked.

“Pick up duty next week?” He would take that bet.

That seemed fair. He knew that Y/N had to work late next week, so if Lando didn’t need help with Nico, Max could take care of picking up Nico next week.

“And what do I get if I win?” He asked. She only looked at his eyes and he knew that if he was right, it would only be a matter of when he wanted something, not what it would be.

“Deal.” Max kisses her, pulling her into his chest, her hands settling at his sides before he slowly moved away from her. He left her standing there until he heard the shower turn on.

He left the bathroom and made the short walk to the room where his racing sim was. He set up iracing for a quick session. By the time the session would end, he could log off and get dressed and would still be ready to leave before Y/N.

Gianni and Enzo were online and they ran through a quick session. As they were all finishing out the session Max looked at the time on the corner of one of the screens on his sim to see it say 6:28. He was quick about saying bye to the guys, but not quick enough that he didn’t catch Gianni teasing him about his dinner plans before he logged off.

His bare feet against the hardwood floors carried him back to the bedroom, to Y/N sitting on the bed with her hair and makeup already done. She had her robe on, one sleeve was sliding down her arm as she was checking her phone.

Max’s eyes moved up her arm to her exposed neck for a few moments. His eyes moved up her face momentarily seeing her lips covered in red lipstick. The sound of the clang of something against the nightstand made him blink. He caught her eyes, and the small smile that spread over her lips.

Max was quick to disappear into his closet, pulling out black slacks, a white button up, and black dress shoes. As he was getting dressed he kept catching little peeks of Y/N as she pulled on her clothes. Taking hangers out to look at clothes before he saw her settle on a dark blue dress that complimented her skin. He had just shoved his wallet into his pants when he could hear her footsteps against the marble floor.

“Maxy, can you zip me up?” She asked. He looked up to see her standing there in a form fitting dress that hugged her perfectly.

He gave her a nod, and she turned around to see that she had managed to pull the zipper up some of the way. He pulled it up the rest of the way before kissing the back of her neck, where the necklace she was wearing was clasped together.

He could feel her melt under him for a moment, “We have reservations at 8.” She hummed.

“I know,” He whispered into her ear. “I made them.”

It would have been easy to persuade her out of the dress and to just order dinner, but he wanted to take her out. There was a foreplay-like aspect about sitting in a crowded restaurant, and having to wait it out until they got home.

Max had a plan in his head for the evening. He had mapped out the track before, and intended to keep to his strategy until they got home.

She turned around in his arms, kissing him with her hands now in his hair, and he could feel that she was trying to push him up against the closest wall to get her way.

“Mijn leeuwin,” He started to maul against her lips. His hand moved low, finding the slit that was cut in her dress. His hand started to move up, slowly caressing her skin with his fingers. He kept his feet grounded in the marble flooring before forcing their lips apart.

He looked at her to see her pupils blown wide, and her lipstick a small mess. “After dinner.” He muttered. He knew what she was trying to do and it wouldn’t work on him.

He pecked her on the lips quickly before disappearing into his closet to put the rest of his clothes on. He could hear her let out a frustrated huff from the bathroom, before he heard the clicking of heels against the marble.

It didn’t take Max long to put shoes on. When he had walked out of the bathroom, Y/N’s makeup looked perfect, like he hadn’t kissed her and wrecked her lipstick just because she let him. They had left the house before 7, and Max had his hand on her thigh the entire time he was driving. The restaurant was a 45 minute drive, and by the time they were a few minutes away Max let his hand venture up a bit high on her leg. He could feel her eyes on him, but he kept his eyes on the road.

He wanted her to do her best to force him out of the restaurant after they ate while he acted as the perfect gentleman.

When they pulled up to the restaurant, Max got out of the car first before walking over and opening her door to help her out of the car.

Once they were inside, the hostess saw them and took them to a table that was closed off to most of the restaurant. Max let Y/N sit first before a waiter pulled out his chair for him so he was sitting next to her.

They ordered drinks quickly, Max with his normal Gin & Tonic, and Y/N with her usual. Conversation was light before their drinks came. They were quick to thank the waiter.

“Of course, Mr. and Mrs. Verstappen.” The waiter said with a half nod.

Max reached over kissing the back of Y/N’s hand, and saw the sparkle of her diamond ring reflected in the candle on their table.

“I’m still getting used to being called that.” She said to him after the waiter left.

“I’ll make sure to call you that more often,” No one that they knew really called her that. Pierre would throw it out there every once in a while.

They had been looking over the menus, and Max’s eyes had fallen to the appetizers when he felt something smooth press into the leg of his dress pants. It was probably the side of her shoe running up and down his calf. Max looked past his menu to see Y/N had a small smile on her face with her eyes running over the menu, she must think she was being clever.

“Kitten, that won’t work.” He managed to get out before the waiter came back. Their eyes met before shifting over to the waiter.

He asked if they were ready to order, and Max was just about to answer when Y/N had dropped her hand into his lap and gave his upper thigh a squeeze.

“Give us another moment to look at the menu.” She cooly said while Max gave the waiter a tight smile. Max had half a mind to leave a hundred on the table, take her hand and leave.

Max waited until the waiter left again giving both of them a curt nod. Max placed the menu down before dropping his hand under the table, and ran his fingers over her thigh before finding the slit in her dress once again.

He leaned towards her, running his nose over the shell of her ear, and moving his hand closer to her core. He could feel her slightly shudder against his hand.

“If you don’t stop, I will take you home.” He promised through gritted teeth. He quickly moved his hand away after.

He gave it another 10 minutes before she tried reaching towards his waist. After that Max made a quick move for his wallet, leaving a hundred dollar bill on the table and grabbing Y/N’s hand. Too bad for her that she would have to suffer through the car ride back to the house.

They were rushing out of the restaurant after paying the bill. Max gave the valet a 20 dollar tip before collecting the key to his Aston Martin. The drive back to the house would have felt quick if it wasn’t for Y/N’s hand on his thigh running over the fabric of his slacks.

He tried to keep his focus on the road, and was grateful when he finally got to the gate to the house. Y/N was quick to get out of the car once it was parked, walking in front of him with a distinct sway of her hips before making her way through the side door.

Max got out of the car and followed her through the door before he saw her place her shoes to the side in the entryway. He tossed his keys onto the console with his jacket falling over them. He pushed his shoes off letting them pile up under it.

His eyes fell to Y/N’s bag ended up on top of his jacket. She stepped close to him, his hands went to her waist. Her hands slowly moved towards him, settling in the middle of his chest. He dropped his head just a bit letting their lips meet.

He tightened his grip, crushing the delicate fabric in his hands. Her hands slowly moved up and quickly settled in his hair. He started to search for the zipper that he knew was on the back of the dress, getting frustrated when he couldn’t find it, and let a whine slip past his lips.

He felt one of her hands drop from his hair, and took his hand in hers to show him where the zipper was. He pulled away from her letting their lips fall away before opening his eyes to look into hers. The zipper was easy to undo, but he couldn’t look away from her.

“It took you over an hour to get ready just for me to take it all off of you.” He teased.

He saw a light flush reach her cheeks before the dress fell from her frame and pooled around her feet.

She stood there in black lingerie and diamonds. From there Max made quick work of undoing the buttons of his shirt, and she even helped him undo the last few, as laughter fell from both their lips before the shirt ended up on the growing pile of clothes.

Their feet led them into the living room, in a mess of lips, tangled limbs and moans that double paned glass couldn’t muffle. Max let out an audible hiss feeling her nails pressing lines down his back as they moved as one.

Max couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled her outside with him until he was sitting on the couch, and had her sit in front of him. She melted against the side of his chest, and reached for the waist of his pants, undoing the button and zipper before forcing them down his legs the best she could. He kicked them off. He felt her lips on his neck right after and he couldn’t help but reach for her, fully pulling her into his lap.

“You always get like this.” He said, rolling his hips into hers.

“That’s because I need you.” She muttered, pulling away from his neck looking into his eyes. “Always.”

Their lips met once more, and it wasn’t long before the last of their clothes ended up discarded by the couch. The night sky being the only thing that shielded them from the rest of the world.

A while later, Max laid there with his back against the cushion of the couch that was in the backyard. Y/N was curled up against his chest with her leg thrown over his hip, and his right hand settled on her left thigh. He laid a kiss on her forehead, and tried not to groan at the feeling of his back hurting from where she had dug her fingernails into his back. He knew that when he woke up in the morning the red lines would still be there to remind him.

“Maxy,” She said with her head tucked under his chin.

He hummed into her hair as a response as he mindlessly traced random shapes into the bare skin of her back.

“Thank you for taking me out for dinner.” She said tucking a sweaty piece of his hair away from his forehead.

“You’re welcome, Mrs. Verstappen.” He whispered into her ear. She was quick to pull him into another kiss before shifting in his lap. Max had followed her with his left hand on her lower back, feeling her sit up, and let out a groan that was building up in the bottom of his throat as she pulled away from him reaching for something.

He didn’t want her shifting in his lap while he was still inside of her. He opened his eyes to her, shifting her hips down, opening a blanket and settling it over both of them.

“Thought I was going somewhere?” She asked. He just nodded.

He didn’t want to move from where they were on the couch but he had gained quite an appetite. Eventually, they pulled away from each other long enough for him to walk back inside for her phone and order pizza from the Italian place that closed at midnight. They vegged outside while eating, splitting the pizza and a tiramisu feeding each other bits and pieces.

Max placed the blanket that was over them on her shoulders and took her hand, walking through the backyard to the french doors that led to the master bedroom.

They ended up entangled around one another, not caring about their lack of clothing, with the sheets kicked off towards the edge of the bed by the early hours of the morning.

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afangirlsplaylist · 7 years

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Say Yes

Giveaway fic for @mythicalseries

Author: afangirlsplaylist

Rating: Teens and Up

Warnings: Mention of injury (blood)

Word Count: 2,014

Summary: Rhink thinks film school is his and Link’s future - until he is given a vision of just how wrong he is.

Notes: based on the prompt: ‘a "ghosts of past, present and future" kind of situation after R and L get into a big fight’ I took this to a slightly different place than you were thinking of I’m sorry.

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No matter how much he wished he could Rhett wasn’t able to remember his dreams very often. Most of the time they got left behind on his pillow when he got up, and the ones he did remember were mind numbingly normal. He spent most nights desperately trying to conjure up an image of blondor, dragons, or the beach, only to get stuck dreaming about something mundane like filming.

So he wasn’t sure what was different about this one. Maybe it was because he'd had Link on his mind all day - since he’d been arguing with his dad about film school till he’d exhausted himself. Or it might’ve been because he’d collapsed onto his bed with his throat hoarse from yelling and his emotions running high. Whatever it was, something about the night made his dream feel more real than anything he felt when he was awake.

Where-ever he was in this dream made no sense. The dim light felt like an empty hall or unlit stage, but the humming of distant voices and a soft tinkling sound reminded him of a forest or a creek. Yet he couldn’t place any of the voices or see any running water - only the broad back of his friend standing a couple of feet in front of him.

It was Link but it wasn't Link. He was wearing a pair of turtle shell glasses and even though Rhett knew his Link was several months younger than him this man looked like he'd been out of college for at least a decade. He figured this version of his friend must be doing well for himself - judging from the stylish sweeping up-do, the red and grey mix pattern suit, and the shiny Rolex draped on his wrist. He looked the picture of happiness, wealth and success, making Rhett’s mouth fall open a little in impressed shock.

This Link didn’t even glance his way when he went to stand beside him, so Rhett almost jumped when he spoke.

"You talk to your dad about film school today?” The older Link asked.

Rhett couldn’t even acknowledge the question, too busy staring at Link as if he had been asked to play spot the difference. “Link?”

“Not your Link. Not yet.” The older Link said with a smile.

Rhett found the answer rather ominous but unfortunately Link didn’t care to elaborate any further. "Film school - you talked to him?" Link asked again.

I don't know, why the heck do you want to talk to me about that when you’re from the freaking future or something? Rhett desperately wanted to say, but instead he said. "Yeah, I'm talking him into letting me go with you. Or... other you."

“Don’t.” Link said harshly.

Rhett had never heard his Link talk to him with a tone of authority like that in his life. He wanted to ask what was so wrong with film school, but for a second time the words wouldn't come out. “Why?”

Instead of answering Link stared off into the distance - where one of the humming voices was growing louder. “That’s why.”

The approaching voice was quickly joined by a small body - no older than nine, storming up to them and clutching a piece of paper in his hand. If Rhett had any doubts about what it was they were erased when he noticed the blood dripping from the palm of the younger Link. It was a deep slice, but Rhett was more alarmed by the tears falling from his face.

“Why would you forget about this?” The younger Link accused, holding up the paper as his voice rang with anger and disappointment. "We made a pact old man."

"I..." Rhett couldn't finish his words, too stunned by the raging young Link in his face. All he could do was gawk at the boy’s split palm and the living, breathing blast from the past standing before him.

"You nothing." Young Link spat, throwing the paper into the dirt and mashing it in with the toe of his soccer shoes. "Go to the damn film school for all I care."

Rhett looked to the adult Link for help but the young Link ran off into the darkness before he could say anything more - leaving him to gingerly pick up what was left of the paper.

"Give it up." Adult Link suggested. "It's gone even in my time."

Seeing as the words were barely legible and the thing was caked in dirt Rhett reluctantly cast it aside, where it quickly sunk into the dirt again. Even without the paper in his hand he could still feel it shaking, stunned by the level of hatred he’d seen in the little Link’s eyes when he looked at him.

He turned to the adult Link beside him for some kind of comfort, feeling the need to defend himself.

"It was what you wanted." Rhett said, shaking his head in confusion. "I mean it's what my Link wants." He corrected.

"It was.” Adult Link spoke up. “But you don’t realize you're hurting him a lot more by going to film school. It ain't supposed to happen."

"Then what is supposed to happen?" Rhett asked, starting to feel peeved.

As if a spotlight had fallen on a piece of stage Rhett hadn't noticed before, his attention was caught by a preteen girl playing in the corner. She had a pretty face, long blonde hair, and a laugh that rang out just like Link’s.

“She’s beautiful.” Rhett commented, a strange sensation in his gut telling him who she was. “Yours?”

A wide smile stretched across Link’s face as his gaze followed her. “She is.” He said proudly. “Just like her mom.”

“Her mom, huh?” Rhett teased, the weirdness of the dream temporarily forgotten. “When do I get to meet her? She treat you right?"

The smile dropped from Link’s face and he went suddenly serious again. "You don’t. Not if you don’t say yes to your dad and let me follow you. You know if you don't I’ll just end up whenever you’re going, and her mom won’t exist in my life."

He turned back to his daughter as if to prove a point. "Neither will she.” He added, before nodding his head in the direction of two boys Rhett hadn’t noticed. “Or them.”

Rhett’s eyes followed Link’s gesture and he spotted the tell-tale shaggy Neal hair on the heads of the two boys, although they had softer facial features that had to come from their mother. He'd just opened his mouth to speak before Link beat him to it.

“Lincoln and Lando.” Link answered his question for him.

“Gave him the family name, huh?” Rhett said in amusement. "What's with Lando?"

"Star Wars character. Don't ask." Link ordered.

Rhett snorted with laughter. "You ain't gunna change a bit man."

Link’s face couldn’t help betraying a smile. "I'm beginning to think you haven't either."

Rhett resisted the urge to swat him with his hand before he was distracted by the sound of more children running over to join the others.

"They're yours." Link told him, and Rhett's head spun around so fast he rubbed at his neck to make sure he hadn't got whiplash.

"They're what?"

"They're yours." Link repeated patiently.

He should’ve been able to see the other two children as easily as he’d seen Link’s, but no matter how hard Rhett squinted he couldn't quite make out their faces. It was like someone had taken a sharpie and blacked out their faces in his mind, before muting the audio of their voices while they were at it.

“I don’t even get to know what they look like?” Rhett complained.

"You don't get them at all unless you say yes to your dad.” Link told him.

Rhett swallowed hard, already scrapping the idea of film school as his heart beat for the two nameless, faceless, boys that were meant to be his. Nothing that meant losing any of this could be worth trying, but part of him still wanted to know that something would’ve stayed the same - that there was one small unwavering part of him that could survive the upheaval.

"I’d have you at least right?" Rhett asked, nudging his older friend as if he already knew the answer. Link didn't nudge back.

“You’d lose me in two years.” Link said bluntly, watching as Rhett’s smile fell.

“Says who?” Rhett pressed. “What about the oath?

Link mouth went tight as he stared down at the remnants of the oath on the ground with tired, sympathetic eyes. “Even blood oaths have their limits man. I’d only be happy for so long in film school before I wanted something else. We'd just.... lose touch.”

"That's bullshit." Rhett growled, angrier more at the idea of letting that happen than anything else.

"Hey I agree." Link told him, holding up his hand's defensively. "But it happens."

Rhett thought back to the present Link, sleeping soundly on the floor by his bed with no worry of them ever going separate ways. It was then he realised he hadn't given any thought to who would be in HIS bed.

"And my wife? I'm assuming if your married I'm married too." Rhett asked.

"Yeah you are." Link told him, rolling his eyes a little. "Don't flatter yourself I got married first."

"Is she good looking?" Rhett pried harder, once again trying to get a look at the faces of his boys in the distance. Link took a moment to answer, giving Jessie some thought.

"Your wife's hot I guess." He shrugged.

"Hey!" Rhett yelled, indignant.

"Well she is!" Link countered, losing a touch of his cool mystique. "She ain't yours yet dude."

Rhett looked like he wanted to chew him out further but he bit his tongue in favour of getting more questions answered while he still could. "Is she older or younger?"

Link thought carefully about his answer. "She's a little younger but don't give up on her." He advised. "And you should probably think about growing a beard when you're a little older. She likes it."

"Yeah that's right." Rhett said smugly, stroking his currently smooth jaw and imagining a thick beard coating it.

Link just groaned. “You’re even worse at this age. I forgot."

Before Rhett could ask him what he meant by that Link started walking off in the direction of the children. It wasn’t until then that he noticed those bright, childish voices were getting quieter by the second, and panic took over as he remembered one thing he hadn’t asked about.

"What's it like?" Rhett called after him, practically screaming as he felt the dream starting to fade around him. "What we do?"

By the time Link had an answer for him it was almost too late, but he stopped and turned around quick enough for Rhett to catch it.

"Mythical."

Link was gone once the word had left his lips, leaving Rhett to succumb to the pull of the waking world.

He woke up with a shuddering gasp in his own bed a second later, his head ringing with memories that were already starting to slip away from him. It was almost a shock when he heard his Link stirring on the floor below him - very present and now awake.

"Wha' you dreaming about?" Link asked groggily, his eyes still half closed as he lifted his head.

Rhett held his forehead in an attempt to remember exactly what had happened - but all he had was a select few bits and pieces. It felt as though someone was erasing everything he tried to recall, until it was so foggy he stopped trying. "I can't remember."

"Then shu'up." Link mumbled, throwing a small pillow in Rhett's general direction before rolling over and immediately falling asleep again.

Rhett looked affectionately at what he could see of his friend in the darkness - his mind made up. He didn't remember much of the dream but he did know one thing.

He was going to study engineering and Link was coming with him.

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