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I HEREBY ANNOUNCE MY RETIREMENT | Sebastian Vettel

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summary: seb has finally done it. he has finally shot the video for the retirement announcement alongside his wife, his three kids, his sister and, of course, britta. everything seems perfect except one thing that the vettel couple has been avoiding: the apple tv offer to do a documentary about their journey in formula 1 for the past 15 years.

word count: 2272

warnings: none of them! just husband!seb with their kids and his wife + the retirement video being shot

taglist: @theseerbetweenus if you wanna be tagged in each part just tell me in the comments <3

feedback is truly appreciated!

2022

Switzerland May 10th

"I hereby announce my retirement from Formula 1 by the end of the 2022 season."

Diana, who was in front of his husband, nodded her head while she was standing next to his sister. The Aston Martin driver was focused on reading everything he had to say thanks to the prompter he had a few meters away from him.

After a pause, Vettel continued reading the speech he prepared with a huge effort for more time that he'd like to remember. The German was absolutely conscious that his life would change the moment that video was published, and he was every time more aware that there was no time to go back.

"As much as I love life on track, there's life off track too," he said. "The decision of me retiring hasn't been an easy one, but after talking with myself, with my wife and many more important people in my life, I came up with the conclusion that it's time to take a step forward. If I say that Formula 1 hasn't been a crucial part of my life, I'm lying and I'd be just a hypocrite. I got many achievements as a driver, but also the biggest one a man could ask for: having the opportunity to form your own family."

Britta, his PR, looked and analyzed her client's voice and gestures. After many years together, their relationship went from a just professional to a familiar one. The woman tried to think about the impact the words of the four-time world champion in the biggest motorsport category would have on people, but those moments were tough to think about.

"As many of you may know, my job demands an enormous effort both physically and mentally. For this reason I would like, from now on," the voice of the bond man began to tremble slightly with contained emotion, "to dedicate more time to my family: my wife, Diana, whom you all know for being the one who made my first victory possible, and the one who's been by my side as a strategist since 2012; and, of course, to my little ones, Emily, Charlotte and Matilda. Every time I come back home, they've grown at least five centimeters!"

The little girls, who were barely aware of what their dad's message would entail, were busy playing with their aunt, Lara, a game she suggested: to stay as quiet as they could, so the winner would be the first to talk to uncle Lando that day.

"I want to be the father and husband they deserve," Seb continued, looking tenderly at his daughters playing and the baby Diana was holding. "I want to be there for every significant moment, every laugh, every tear, every achievement, and every failure, because if there's one thing I've learned over these past ten years is that, in order to succeed, sometimes we must experience failure first."

Diana, with the emotion running through her veins, tightly grasped her sister-in-law's hand while, quickly, tried to wipe away the tears in her eyes.

"I would like to take this moment to express my gratitude to every team and teammate I've been working with, whether they're a driver or not. And last, but not least, to the fans of the sport," he paused briefly:" you've made my life both heaven and hell most of the times, and even though there have been ups and downs during these 15 years, I genuinely thank you from the bottom of my heart for the support you've given me after all this time."

Once Sebastian nodded his head, Britta rushed to turn off the camera that was in front of him. Finally, the German could breathe a sigh of relief, although there was still something more important that he had to face with Diana.

The looks the women gave him were a mix of nostalgia, support and price, though the latter was most prominent. Immediately, the little girls ran to their father, who was still sitting in the chair where he had remained throughout the recording. Seeing his oldest closer, followed by the middle one, he decided to get down on his knees with his arms open and ready to give them a hug.

"Daddy, I'm so proud of you," said Emily, clinging tightly to her dad's neck, "now you'll be able to take us to school because we'll be able to go to school!"

Sebastian laughed, wrapping his daughters with his arms, taking special care not to harm Charlotte who, due to her shorter stature, barely reached her father's chest. She withdrew with a swift movement, and then, once her sister had given her green light, she raised her little arms while approaching Vettel, who picked her up in the air and carried her on his hips.

"I love you so so so much, daddy," the middle daughter of the Vettels said, brimming with joy while playing with the driver's curls.

Vettel gently kissed the younger one's cheek and tousled Emily's hair, affectionately taking her by her shoulders in order to bring her closer to him, on the opposite side where her sister was.

"I've spent a lot of time with the fast guys, so now it's my turn to be with you and mom", the man explained to his girls. "In fact, I'm pretty sure aunt Lara will visit Lando more than once." "Uncle Lando!" Charlotte squealed in his ear, correcting her father. "It's uncle Lando, daddy," corrected the girl.

Lara approached her brother with a knowing look, silently conveying that she would take the girls and the baby so that he could have that intimate conversation with his wife about the documentary that had talked a lot. Sebastian nodded in agreement, and he started to feel a sense of tension as the dark-haired woman extended both hands towards her nieces, and took little Matilda in her arms.

"What do you think about FaceTime with Lando, little ones?" suggested Lara. "We can explain to him the game we've been playing so he can join us the next time he comes over." The girls, excited to talk to the British driver they liked so much —unlike a certain Dutchman who had dated their aunt previously— quickly took Lara's hands and dragged her towards their playroom.

"Yes, yes, let's call uncle Lando!"

Their almost simultaneous voices could be heard in the distance. Finally, only the married couple and their public relations remained.

Britta had tried to talk to the married couple on multiple occasions about the offer that Apple TV had presented to make a documentary about the four-time world champion's career at the end of the 2021 season, but the efforts had been in vain. Now, with the ultimatum that the publicist had received from the streaming platform just a couple of days before, it was clear that they couldn't avoid the topic anymore, and Diana and Sebastian Vettel were aware of it.

"Seb, Di," the older woman began, "I know you both have a completely different view on the documentary, but the answer is simple: yes or no."

Vettel sighed, feeling his body tense up.

"Britta: you, of all people, know everything I went through at RedBull," the German explained, trying not to get upset. "You know that the hate and negative criticism were constant, and they didn't stop no matter how much not only me, but also Di, proved otherwise."

"We need to weigh the pros and cons before making a decision, boy," Britta replied, "even though we don't have much time for that."

"Sunshine," Diana joined the conversation, "I understand you're afraid, but you can't let your past hold you back. Plus, we've matured over all these years, and I think it's the perfect opportunity to silence many of those who spoke, and still speak, against us."

The PR nodded in response to the driver's wife's words, acknowledging that both viewpoints had some merit.

Still, there wasn't a clear answer yet.

"Sebastian, trust me, I completely understand what you're saying, but you have to consider the incredibly positive impact this documentary can have not only to you image, but also to you projects. Obviously, you image was 'cleaned up' the moment you joined Ferrari, and you weren't seen as the enemy anymore, but..."

"Britta", the redhair interrupted, "I'm sorry to cut you off, but I'd like to remind you that during my husband's time at the red team, they were still playing dirty tricks on us," she explained, her voice tinged with anger. "Not only we were hounded by paparazzi almost all the time, they also leaked a private video of us! And do you remember when I went into labor, and they chased Charles, Mick and I? And many other things that you, from everyone, knows."

Neither of the other two knew how to respond to Diana.

"You have no idea what I've had to face," the driver's wife continued, "every day, for all these years. I don't regret accepting the offer Toro Rosso gave me back in 2008 to be an intern while I studied my degree," she explained, "but I don't think I would have accepted it if I had known everything I would have to go through to live my happily ever after."

"Darling..."

"No, Sebastian!" the youngest woman shouted, furious, pushing her husband's hand away. "I don't want to sound selfish, and you both know it well... Honestly, I don't want to be resentful or hurt those who talked shit about us, but I'd love people to know our story, or real story, from our point of view."

Britta didn't know what to say in response to the words of the girl she had known for many years, but she knew she was right. Sebastian, on the other hand, reflected Diana's words for a few moments that felt like an eternity. His wife sometimes was scary as hell, and that was one of those moments he didn't like to face.

Finally, he spoke with a trembling voice:

"Alright, let's do it," he announced as firmly as he could, cautiously getting closer to his wife.

Minutes later, they were all seated on the family room sofa, ready to formally discuss the terms they would set with Apple TV in the upcoming meeting to commit to making the documentary. Once again, Sebastian was the first one to speak:

"I want to make sure that the documentary portrays a complete picture of our years in Formula 1," the man explained. "I don't just want them to focus on the challenges we've faced, but also on the achievements we've made. I want people to understand that there's more beyond all controversies and manipulations."

Diana agreed with her husband.

"I'd like to address the issue of sexism that has been surrounding this sport for years, and everything I've had to face to make myself a place in the industry," she said. "I want to be seen not just as Sebastian's wife and mother of his children, but also as the engineer who made possible not only his first F1 victory, but also two consecutive world championships."

Britta listened carefully to the couple's comments while taking notes on her laptop, essential to discuss the terms with the production company. Once the married couple finished, the publicist went out to explain what she had discussed with Apple TV:

"According to the draft I received," she began to explain, "which, by the way, you haven't read yet, it states that they are willing to work closely with you to make sure that your story is told fairly," she lifter her gaze from the PDF document to look at both of them. "Diana, they would also be proud to address issues related to sexism because it's still very much present in the sport today."

Sebastian and Diana nodded, satisfied to hear the contract details from Britta. However, there was still an important matter for the family to discuss:

"I, also," Vettel continued, "want to establish boundaries regarding the privacy of our personal lives: we want to share our story, but not intimate details, and certainly not about the girls. They are the most important ones here, and even though they're our greatest gifts, they shouldn't be part of this narrative. Also... you know what happens with Michael. That is the best kept secret."

"No problem, Seb," the PR answered, "we'll make sure to add that both in the email I'll be sending and in the meeting we'll be having next month with the program's executives and producers. Not the Michael part, of course."

"Do we already have a date for it?" Diana asked with interest.

"Next month," the older woman replied, noting the busy schedule Sebastian would have leading up to summer break. "Specifically on June 22nd, just a few days after the Canadian Grand Prix."

She continued discussing details related to the production schedule, the technical resources that would be used to have the best quality possible and, most importantly, how the announcement of the documentary would be made and how the episoded would be distributed. She emphasized to her clients that nothing was signed yet, and changes could still be made in the future.

Sebastian and Diana, once again, agreed with everything Roeske discussed with them, felino a mix of emotions between them that they had never experienced before, not even during their worst moments.

"I know we're ready for this new chapter, girls," Seb declared, looking at the two women who had accompanied him throughout his professional racing career and had never left him behind. "They're finally going to hear us, whether they like it or not."

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igncrxntripley · 1 year

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thegreathuxton · 7 months

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Came and Never Left

Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x fem! Reader (No use of Y/N)

Inspired by "The Day That I Met You" by Matilda Mann.

Summary: "You're wasting your potential at Bunchurch, you know... Call me, and I will take care of you. I promise."

Warnings: I'VE READ THE BOOKS SO THERE MIGHT BE SPOILERS. Cannon-typical violence. Reader has parent issues (Father isn't in the picture, and mother just passed). Depictions of death/homicide. Slight mentions of the reader being bullied/put down by coworkers.

A/N: Maybe series incoming? Idk, we'll wait and see. BTW, don't worry about the little numbers. I like separating my work into sections, just in case you accidentally close out and lose your place. Just remember Chapter/Part Whatever, Section 69, or something like that.

(PART 2)

It was pouring outside and just minutes before curfew. You cast a nervous glance at the phone book, sitting on a table by the door. The yellow pages glared with agency ads, especially from Rotwell's and all of their new technology developments, such as iron tape and ghost alarms. The ghost alarm was bogus, you found. It was nothing but a rod, some spiderweb, and a bell attached to the end. It did ring, sure, but incredibly late. Your mother had bought it before she died. It rang an hour after her apparition attacked you in your living room, late one evening. And the iron tape was something you had bought on your own time. It now lined your bedroom walls.

The page the phone book was open to had another agency ad in particular that made you antsy. The silver and black stood out against the vomit-yellow color.

A. J. LOCKWOOD & COMPANY.

Beneath was a phone number, provided for leisure. They were small and they were cheap. And you knew no one from that company, which made you feel better.

There was a sudden knock on the door that broke your attention away from the book. You took a deep breath, fixed your wool cardigan so it covered you (you didn't think about the way this was a very grade-school English teacher moment), and unlocked the door. You expected a team to be at your front door, but no. Just one boy, about your age. Tall, strikingly handsome, and charming without having said a word. He was dressed in a fine-pressed suit, which was only kept dry by the stark black umbrella looming above his head.

"Good evening," he said. His voice emulated milk and honey. "My name is Anthony Lockwood, head of Lockwood & Co. I've been informed of your situation, and I'm here to help. May I come in?"

You brought him to the kitchen and put on the kettle. He sat down at the table and had a few biscuits that you politely offered to him before sitting down across from him, nervously twiddling your thumbs and trying to act natural. You didn't want to make yet another enemy from an agency other than the one you were currently employed at.

He ate while flipping through the week-old newspaper. Once he was done, he sat back and smiled at you. It was like the sun had just come blasting right through your window. You sat up straight, and he fixed his tie.

"So, you're an agent as well?" He asked you so bluntly, but his smile never faded.

"I am..." You murmured back, unable to meet his gaze now.

"I'm sorry to sound so rude. I just noticed the rapier and work belt hanging by the door when I first stepped inside. Which agency are you from? Rotwell? Fittes?"

"Bunchurch," you said. "My mother worked there when she was a kid, as a researcher, and she was one of their biggest donors and contributors into their own research of The Problem before she passed."

"Ah, I'm sorry to hear that. What talent do you possess?" He showed a brief amount of sympathy before moving on.

"I'm an all-rounder, as my supervisor likes to put it. I'm pretty mediocre at everything there is. I do some field work, but..." You trailed off. "They usually stick me on the research end of things."

Lockwood nodded, once again, sympathetic.

"Again, I'm sorry to hear that, but I must ask you something." He then leans forward. His hands come together, and he rests his forearms on the table. "Why did you call on us rather than Bunchurch?"

You stiffened at the question. He was forward and all business. You obliged him, not wanting to be a burden.

"They don't exactly treat me as well as some would want to think," you began, fingers now mindlessly picking at your mother's choice of tablecloth. You stuck your pinky finger through a small burn hole, left by one of her cigarettes. "And if I told them I couldn't deal with one measly ghost on my own, they'd probably laugh and put me out on the street..."

You look back up again, and Lockwood's eyes are glued to you. His eyes are such a pretty brown color. You look away again.

"What makes you say you can't deal with the ghost on your own?" Lockwood was very quiet when asking this.

"It's my mother," you said back, equally as quiet. You both sat in silence for quite some time. He took a patient breath.

"How did it happen?"

"Burgurlary gone wrong," you whispered, still picking at the cigarette burn. "I was out on a job. Mom had horrible hearing. She lost the ability to hear out of her right ear when she was fifteen. Some idiot on her team had horrible aim and hit her with a salt bomb. It went off when it hit her face. Robber came right in the dead of night, and she didn't hear him. She woke up and went downstairs just to get some water. Guy thought she had seen him, and just..." You made a gun with your hand and put it to your forehead. You slowly lowered your hand. "Neighbors called the cops. Cops called DEPRAC, and DEPRAC called me while I was on the job."

"And she attacked you?" He asked. You nodded.

"Three AM, just a few nights ago. I went downstairs to get a glass of water, just like she had, and there she was..." You sighed. "She could be rather cold, personality wise, but I never imagined her coming back as a cold maiden."

"Type two?"

You nodded once more, and Lockwood does as well. The kettle started to scream from the stove. You quickly stood up and tended to it.

"English breakfast or Earl Grey?" You asked.

"Earl Grey, please, with a dollop of honey, if you have it."

You helped him set up in the living room. It was the least you could do in exchange for his kindness and patience.

As you laid out a circle using the iron chains he had packed in his dufflebag, he examined the room, all the pictures that hung on the wall, and the traces death-glow left on the wooden floors. Your mother, unfortunately, had been shot on her favorite white carpet. DEPRAC had rolled it up and took it to the furnaces to be incinerated, along with a few other items that had been spattered with blood. Many other items were packed in cardboard boxes.

"Planning on moving, I assume?" He hummed.

"Just to the quarters within Bunchurch for the time being. I can't afford to keep up with rent on the house on my own," you explained and linked the chains perfectly together, just as you were trained to do. You then went to stand beside him as he admired a piece of artwork, just above the fireplace and resting on the mantle. Your mother would always stare at it when she was home. It was like a piece of resistance in her eyes.

When Lockwood tuned to face you, his scent, unburdened by the rain, washed over you. He smelled strongly of freshly clipped lavender and clean laundry. There was also a faint trace of burnt toast and magnesium. He smiled down at you.

"Do you have a safe place to go while I do my business here? Or would you feel better if you supervised?" He said, still smiling and making your heart beat a little faster.

"My room should be safe," you said to him. "As long as that iron tape from Rotwell's holds up."

He laughed at your answer. "One of my associates has a habit of buying that junk too. He rambles all the time about all of that Rotwell nonsense. Can you believe it?"

You smiled back up at him and blushed.

"You have to give them credit. A lot of the stuff they sell is junk, but it can be useful some of the time."

"Oh, spare me," he openly joked with you. "George will definitely get a laugh at that. He went on this huge rant just the other night about the stupid ghost detector stick he bought with his entire paycheck."

You continued with the small banter and kept him company until the old grandfather clock that sat in the corner struck twelve. Lockwood had been sharing jammy dodgers with you that he had tucked in his coat pocket, when the metallic twang rung and had the two of you in a spellbound trance.

Lockwood looked at the clock, checked his watch for the accuracy, and then unclipped the thermometer from his belt. The black box read 17.2 degrees Celsius. He let out a small laugh, chuffed with himself.

"I suppose you best be heading to your iron tape fortress rather quickly," he said while showing you the reading. "It was twenty-four degrees in here about 10 minutes ago."

With that, you both stood. He went to his iron circle and dug in his bag for a moment. When he stood back up, he turned to you.

"I'm sure you have a million and one of these stashed somewhere, but just in case you can't reach one of yours, take one of mine," he grinned and placed a salt bomb in your hands. "It'll give me some peace of mind when you go upstairs."

You smiled down at the thing in your clutches, then nodded, grinning just as big as he was.

"Don't let her bully you," you teased him, tucking the salt bomb in your pants pocket. "She was always kind of mean to strangers."

Lockwood shrugged and kept smiling. He waved you off and watched you disappear upstairs.

You couldn't sleep. You kept thinking about the boy downstairs, doing God knows what in your living room. He was probably sitting in his little protected circle and eating another biscuit. You smiled at the very prospect.

You sat in bed, one hand resting over the salt bomb still sitting snuggly in your pocket, while the other held open a book, but your eyes didn't bother reading anything. Your ears were too busy listening, which took up most of your brain power.

The grandfather clock would echo up the stairs and to your bedroom. One passed, then two, and before you knew it, it was two forty-five. Fifteen minutes before things began to happen.

Each night, at precisely three in the morning, a horrible scream would rock the house. You gave these details to the company working downstairs over the phone. You never dared to explore more, always too terrified of dying at the hands of your mother's spirit to try. Your thumb twitched over the salt bomb again.

You stared at the pages of your book until the clock struck three, and the seconds seemed to slow. Like clockwork, the scream came rippling through the house. It was louder this time. Loud enough, it made you cover your ears.

Five seconds after came the loud BOOM of a magnesium flare and then the CRACK of a salt bomb. Another terrible shriek tore the house asunder and had you putting your house shoes on. You glanced at the clock.

It read 3:06. Another bomb went off, and you heard furniture start to crash and rumble. You gripped the salt bomb in your pocket and then rushed to your closet. The thought that scared you more than facing your undead mother was the thought of another agent, dealing with a dangerous type two ghost and thinking they could do it alone.

You found your grade three rapier. It was shorter than the one you used now, but that one was downstairs by the door, and you couldn't possibly go for it now.

You threw a robe over yourself and threw open your door. The temperature change was horrendous. Your room was a comfortable and warm temperature, but as soon as you stepped beyond the door, you could see your breath perpetrating in the air. Thin layers of ice grew on the walls and cracked at the crumbling wallpaper. Another terrible shriek pierced the air, but it wasn't feminine. It was Lockwood.

You rushed down the stairs and turned to see the scene before you. The walls were burned from salt, magnesium, and ectoplasm. Lockwood had been knocked on his back, and his coat was steaming from the ectoplasm burns. The iron chain had been snapped in two. His rapier was far across the room, stuck in the wall like a decorative art piece. Above him was your mother. Her apparition was blue and terrifying. You could hardly look at her without wanting to turn away and sob. There was still a bullet hole in the center of her apparition's forehead. Tentacles of ectoplasm lashed out at Lockwood as he laid on the floor, and he was trying his best to dodge each one. He was out of flares and out of time.

That was, until you rushed to his aid.

You unclipped the salt bomb and threw it. It exploded and blinded both you and Lockwood. Your mother screeched and disappeared briefly, but she was quick to start reforming. You ran to Lockwood and helped him stand up by his shoulders. His eyes were wide and wild and he loomed at you with his mouth agape. You stared back, just breathing hard and speechless. Your heart was going a mile a minute. His eyes suddenly flicked away from you. He grabbed you by your waist and pulled you to the side quickly. He slammed his back against the wall and kept you tight to his chest. You realized he had just pulled you out of the way from another lash from an ectoplasm tentacle.

"I thought you wanted to stay with your iron tape fortress!" He panted, smiling at you as he let you go.

"I couldn't let you deal with her alone," you said back, then turned to face the bigger problem in the room. Your mother had reformed herself, right in front of the chimney. She screamed again, and it rattled your brain inside your head. You screamed back and threw your rapier.

The point of the blade struck her blue chest. Her apparition disappeared as the blade went entirely through her and landed in her favorite painting on the mantle, like a dart in a board. You watched the blade shake and then still. Steam bellowed from it.

"The fireplace," Lockwood muttered and he came to stand beside you. "The source has got to be in the fireplace."

You nodded in agreement.

Lockwood approached his dufflebag quickly and retrieved a silver net. He pulled his rapier from the wall and looked to you.

"You go up there, and I'll watch for her. Okay?"

He gave the silver net to you. It wasn't an option anymore. You both cautiously approached the fireplace, and another screech rang from the house and shook the ice-chipped, ectoplasm stained walls.

"Not getting any younger here, Bunchurch," he said cooly, keeping his rapier steadily pointed while his eyes flickered all over the room, carefully watching.

You wasted no more time, climbing into the fireplace with no light. You relied on your hands, feeling the bricks and only finding thick grime and soot.

"Lockwood!" You called. "I'm not getting anything! I don't think it's here!"

"I think it is," Lockwood said, now sounding tense. "Because your mom's back, and if you thought getting a spanking with a wooden spoon was bad, you're definitely going to hate what she's about to do here in about ten seconds or so."

You searched all the more frantically, and you stretched up on your tippy-toes. Your fingers dived into a mesh of spiderwebs suddenly, and it took all of your willpower not to pull your hands away and wretch with disgust. You dug deeper, wincing as you heard the visitor scream again. Your hands then felt something wooden lodged between a couple of bricks. With no hesitation left, you grabbed it and yanked it down. You wrapped it in the silver net, and as soon as you did, all was silent. You could hear the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner and Lockwood's loud panting.

You crawled out of the fireplace, and the first thing you saw was Lockwood's smiling face. He put both of his hands on your shoulders and beamed so brightly at you.

"Well done, Bunchurch!"

You began to beam, too.

He took the silver net from you and set it somewhere safe, where it wouldn't be disturbed.

"Did you see what it was?" He asked you and took a seat on the floor. The couches were still thawing from the bitter cold and the walls now dripped from melting ice.

"No," you sighed. "A box, I think."

He hummed. You sat on the floor with him, next to him. He produced a bar of chocolate from his now near-empty duffle bag. He split it with you, and you made a new kettle of tea in the kitchen, where you both soon moved to sit more comfortably.

"Hang on a second," he suddenly mumbled to you. "You've got soot all over your face. Let me get it for you."

He wet a napkin and then approached you. The smell of lavender was overwhelmed by the magnesium, but still there all the same. He wiped at your cheeks and forehead with the wet napkin and got as much grime as he could while the water in the kettle started to boil. He was so gentle with you, it made you blush profusely, and his eyes had a new gleam to them that you hadn't seen when he first stepped foot into your house.

"If you want," he spoke softly while using his other hand to tilt your chin up more, "I could stay with you until dawn and we can see what the source was in the morning, when it's safe."

You thought about it for quite some time, then shook your head.

"No... I don't think I really want to know what it is," you sighed and looked up at him. He had paused with dabbing the napkin and now just mindlessly rubbed your chin with his gentle thumb. "I've spent the past two weeks trying to heal after her death. I think seeing what it is will put me back quite a bit."

Lockwood stood there for some time, just gazing at you while you spoke. He dropped his hands and nodded, finally, after some time of thought.

"As you wish, Bunchurch. I'll take it to the furnaces first thing," he smiled at you, and you smiled back. He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, and you placed your hand on top of his, in return. You saw the pink rise to his pale cheeks, and he gave you the faintest hint of a laugh. He stayed with you for some tea and a light, congratulatory breakfast. Not long after that, he was packing his things and getting ready to leave.

"You know," he spoke softly as you walked him to the door. "You saved my life tonight. You'd be surprised at how many people there are in this world who wouldn't do the same."

You smiled at him.

"From one agent to another," you said with sincere warmth in your tone. He smiled back at you.

Dawn was just beginning to peak in through the window above your front door. He turned to face you just as you reached for the handle.

He stuck his hand in his coat pocket and brought out a small business card. Scrawled on it was the same name and number you had gotten from the yellow pages.

"What is this?" You murmured, confused. It took you a moment to realize that the number on the card was different in the slightest of ways.

"It's my personal phone number. We have two phones. One for business and one for other things. Give us a ring sometime, using that number," he spoke and pointed to the card. "You're wasting your potential at Bunchurch, you know. The way you acted tonight more than proved you deserve to work on the field rather than some dusty library. Lockwood & Company will always have room for more people like you." He cupped your hand, the one holding the business card, and curled your fingers around it for you so you could hold on tight to it. His hands were warm and comforting around yours. His warm, brown eyes never left you. "Call me, and I will take care of you. I promise."

It seemed like only a few heartbeats before he was gone. You watched from one of your living room windows as he went to the corner of your road and hailed a cab. You sat and watched his cab drive away, still clutching the card, just knowing from the feeling you got, you'd be leaving your job at Bunchurch very soon.

#anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood #lockwood and co #lockwood netflix #george karim #lucy carlyle #Anthony Lockwood and you #Anthony Lockwood/you #anthony lockwood/reader #35 portland row

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Best Character Named X Poll

FOLLOW @best-character-named-x-poll

I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day. New polls scheduled for 1:30PM GMT everyday.

ask box closed for now

WILL BE POSTING POLLS ON @best-character-named-x-poll FROM FEB 1ST

If your favourite character is not included in the poll very sorry i have either never heard of them or actively chose not to include them as theres only 6 characters per poll. Characters will only count of that is their first name, surnames do not count.

Round 85: David

Round 86: Tiffany

Round 87: Charlie

Round 88: Sandy

Round 89: Cody

Round 90: Amanda

Round 91: Jeremy

Past Polls and Poll Ideas under the cut

Names that I have a complete list for*

Caroline, Tyler, Louis, Leonard, Rebecca, Steve, Nicole, Isabelle, Victoria, Katherine, Jade, Alex, Sophie, Greg, Jake, Ellie, Isaac, Robin, Tony, Annie, Lisa, Margaret, Oliver, Clark, Kara, Phoebe, Emma, Ruby, Bart, Alfie, Beth, Julian, Nancy, Penny, Margaret, Tessa, Erica, Theresa, George, Kevin, Sebastian, Felix, Martin, Michael, Erin, Caleb, Helen, Charlotte, Kyle, Martha, Diana, Elsa, Gary, Zoe, Connor, Colin, Daisy, Eric, Maya, Adam, Andy, Magnus, Alma, Nora, Alice, Spike, Leon, Marcel, Kim, Juno, Sue, Chris, Otto, Donald, Daphne, Kate, Todd, Ned, Ken, Angel, Judy, Jo, Hazel, Naomi, Diego, Miranda, Joel, Lila, Duncan, Dexter, Meredith, Pearl, Lily, Malcolm, Napolean, Joan, Nico, Jamie, Nadia, Velma, Jill, Kiera, Rory, Evan, Tam, Klaus, Neil, Derek, Michelle, Luna, Laila, Cordelia, Zack, Imogen, Felicity, Cindy, Alicia, Kelly, Alan, April, Astrid, Delilah, Jodie, Claudia, Juliet, Karen, Jonas, Milo, Celia, Hannah, Joy, Ethan, Katya, Aria, Atticus, Ian, Cynthia, Faye, Frank, Boo, River, Corey, Gabrielle, Minerva, Ebony, Zia, Beverly, Rudy, Georgina

Names I have an incomplete list for (welcome to send character suggestions)

Richter, Sean, Troy, Cain, Agatha, Warren, Percy, Reggie, Mina, Ryan, Felicia, Dylan, Josh, Shirley, Debbie, Jared, June, Mabel, Ray, Chad, Moe, Hugh, Fearne, Christine, Joe, August, May, Scarlet, Alana, Leela, Manny, Dean, Francis, Mason, Oscar, Quinn, Guy, Ulrich, Wally, Yasmin, Tobias, Woody, Sabrina, Quentin, Margot, Alina, Matilda, Freya, Kendra, Angus, Ophelia, Leisel, Zelda, Adora, Piper, Scarlet, Sheila, Valentine, Laurie, Laurel, Fitz, Violet, Gabriel, Ford, Artemis, Owen, Bianca, Newton, Summer, Darcy, Noah, Taylor, Miriam, Hugh, Aurora, Hank, Henry, Dawn, Delia, Cosmo, Wanda, Zeke, Cecil, Aiden, Calvin, Ayesha, Beatrice, Parker, Chase, Hunter, Tina, Misty, Amaya, Amara, Harvey, Talia, Tatiana, Tanya, Orion, Eugene, Kit, Bo, Duke, Blue, Cameron, Rudolf, Mara, Marianne, Carl

Feel free to send more suggestions

*subject to change, you can still submit a character if there is no strikethrough if you think theres a character that its an absolute crime i dont add. Please don't suggest anything for the names with a strikethrough as they are polls that are already in my queue waiting to be published.

Past Polls

Round 1: Peter : WINNER: Peter Parker (Spider-Man)

Round 2: Elizabeth : WINNER: Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Round 3: Jason : WINNER: Jason Mendoza (The Good Place)

Round 4: Eve : WINNER: EVE (WALL-E)

Round 5: Fred : WINNER: Fred Jones (Scooby-Doo)

Round 6: Rachel : WINNER: Rachel (Animorphs)

Round 7: Arthur : WINNER: Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Round 8: Amy : WINNER: Amy Pond (Doctor Who)

Round 9: Tom : WINNER: Tom (Tom and Jerry)

Round 10: Claire : WINNER: Clare Devlin (Derry Girls)

Round 11: James : WINNER: James (Pokemon)

Round 12: Max : WINNER: Max (Black Sails)

Round 13: Simon : WINNER: Simon Belmont (Castlevania)

Round 14: Jane : WINNER: Jane Crocker (Homestuck)

Round 15: Victor : WINNER: Victor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice)

Round 16: Mary : WINNER: Mary Poppins (Mary Poppins)

Round 17: Will : WINNER: Will Graham (Hannibal)

Round 18: Laura : WINNER: Laura Palmer (Twin Peaks)

Round 19: Ben : WINNER: Ben "Obi-Wan" Kenobi (Star Wars)

Round 20: Chloe : WINNER: Chloe Price (Life Is Strange)

Round 21: John : WINNER: Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

Round 22: Lydia : WINNER: Lydia Deetz (Beetlejuice)

Round 23: Mark : WINNER: Marc Spector (Moon Knight)

Round 24: Jess : WINNER: Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad)

Round 25: Theo : WINNER: Theobald Gumbar (Dimension 20: A Crown Of Candy)

Round 26: Sarah: WINNER: Sarah Jane Smith (Doctor Who)

Round 27: Richard : WINNER: Richard Gansey III (The Raven Cycle)

Round 28: Cass : WINNER: Cassandra Cain (Batman)

Round 29: Edward : WINNER: Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Round 30: Carm : WINNER: Carmen Sandiego (Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?)

Round 31: Hal : WINNER: HAL9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey)

Round 32: Sid : WINNER: Sydney Adamu (The Bear)

Round 33: Jack : WINNER: Captain Jack Harkness (Doctor Who)

Round 34: Stephanie : WINNER: Stephanie Brown (Batman)

Round 35: Ash : WINNER: Ash Ketchum (Pokemon)

Round 36: Veronica : WINNER: Veronica Sawyer (Heathers)

Round 37: Kurt : WINNER: Kurt Wagner aka Nightcrawler (X-Men)

Round 38: Eleanor : WINNER: Eleanor Shellstrop (The Good Place)

Round 39: Nathan : WINNER: Nathan Young (Misfits)

Round 40: Fiona : WINNER: Princess Fiona (Shrek)

Round 41: Gale : WINNER: Gayle Waters-Waters (Chris Fleming)

Round 42: Barbara : WINNER: Barbara Millicent Roberts aka Barbie (Barbie)

Round 43: Sam : WINNER: Samwise Gamgee (Lord of the Rings)

Round 44: Grace : WINNER: Grace Chastity (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)

Round 45: Barry : WINNER: Barry Bluejeans (The Adventure Zone)

Round 46: Raven : WINNER: Raven (Teen Titans)

Round 47: Dan : WINNER: Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom)

Round 48: Mia : WINNER: Mia Fey (Ace Attorney)

Round 49: Matt : WINNER: Matt Murdock (Daredevil)

Round 50: Rose : WINNER: Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Round 51: Robert : WINNER: Robbie Rotten (LazyTown)

Round 52: Lola : WINNER: Lola Bunny (Space Jam)

Round 53: Scott : WINNER: Scott Summers aka Cyclops (X-Men)

Round 54: Olivia : WINNER: Olivia Octavious (Spiderverse)

Round 55: Finn : WINNER: Finn the Human (Adventure Time)

Round 56: Emily : WINNER: Emily Charlton (The Devil Wears Prada)

Round 57: Elliot : WINNER: Eliot Spencer (Leverage)

Round 58: Sonia : WINNER: Sonia (Pokemon)

Round 59: Gideon : WINNER: Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb)

Round 60: Jen : WINNER: Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body)

Round 61: Miles : WINNER: Miles Morales (Spider-Man)

Round 62: Lana : WINNER: Lana Skye (Ace Attorney)

Round 63: Spencer : WINNER: Spencer Shay (iCarly)

Round 64: Tracy : WINNER: Tracy Turnbald (Hairspray!)

Round 65: Luke : WINNER: Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)

Round 66: Natalie : WINNER: Natalie Scatorccio (Yellowjackets)

Round 67: Harry : WINNER: Harry Du Bois (Disco Elysium)

Round 68: Lucy : WINNER: Lucy van Pelt (Peanuts)

Round 69: Damian : WINNER: Damian Wayne (Batman)

Round 70: Tabitha : WINNER: Tabitha Casper (Dan and Phil Games: Sims 4)

Round 71: Nick : WINNER: Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun)

Round 72: Gwen : WINNER: Guinevere (Merlin)

Round 73: Paul : WINNER: Paulette Bonafonte (Legally Blonde)

Round 74: Abigail : WINNER: Abigail Hobbs (Hannibal)

Round 75: Jordan : WINNER: Jordan Baker (The Great Gatsby)

Round 76: Donna : WINNER: Donna Noble (Doctor Who)

Round 77: Morgan : WINNER: Morgana (Merlin)

Round 78: Allison : WINNER: Alison Cooper (BBC Ghosts)

Round 79: Patrick : WINNER: Patrick Star (Spongebob Squarepants)

Round 80: Linda : WINNER: Linda Belcher (Bob's Burgers)

Round 81: Philip : WINNER: Philip J. Fry (Futurama)

Round 82: Clarisse : WINNER: Clarisse La Rue (Percy Jackson)

Round 83: Jeff

Round 84: Maria

#best character named x #poll #poll game #my post

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aus-wnt · 2 months

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‘Global Football Week’ series will see three English sides play exclusively in Melbourne

Tottenham Hotspur, Newcastle United and Arsenal Women FC will headline a series of international football club matches at the MCG and Marvel Stadium in May.

And Newcastle will take on an A-League All Stars team at Marvel Stadium on May 24, before an Arsenal squad including three Matildas becomes the first Women’s Super League outfit to play on Australian soil.

The three-game “Global Football Week – Melbourne” series will see all three English sides and the A-League All Stars play exclusively in Melbourne.

Arsenal, featuring Melbourne born and raised Matildas captain Steph Catley, will face an A League Women’s All Stars squad that will play for the first time.

Girlpower will be given top billing in the Marvel Stadium double header, with the women’s match played after the men’s.

Arsenal’s squad also includes Matildas stars Caitlin Foord and Kyra Cooney-Cross.

And the Gunners boast England captain Leah Williamson, Irish skipper Katie McCabe and forwards Alessia Russo and Beth Mead.

Big crowds are expected at all three matches. Fans will also be able to attend open training sessions to see star players up close.

It comes after more than 54,000 fans filled Marvel Stadium for a Matildas match against Uzbekistan last month.

Tickets, from $59, will go on sale via Ticketek at 12pm on March 28.

A waitlist at www.TEGSport.com.au will give access to a pre-sale on March 27.

#caitlin foord #steph catley #kyra cooney-cross #arsenal women #arsenal wfc #a-league women #w-league #alw #matildas #auswnt

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eggymf-archived · 1 year

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of paper planes and wildflowers; 06

ft. ominis gaunt with f!reader (series)

chapter warnings: nsfw, slight violence, implied dark themes, comfort sex, hospital sex, prone bone, cunnilingus, blowjob, not edited, not proofread

chapter summary: mysteries will always be solved in due time, while secrets will always be revealed no matter how much you guard it.

word count: 6.8k

a/n: this chapter is longer than usual. probably not my proudest work but eeeeeeh– *runs away*

main masterlist || series masterlist || AO3

"Matilda! Aesop! Thank Merlin you’re both here!” Nurse Blainey panickedly exclaimed as both professors hurriedly made their way towards the matron, who stood at the bedside of a student who was subdued by the thick straps of leather. The poor student was flailing and wailing, uncontrollable tears running down her face as she tried to break free from her confines.

Cecilia Walters: a Gryffindor student in her 6th year, and the latest victim of an ongoing and mysteriously sinister case. The female student was found unconscious within one of the hidden boiler rooms in the haunted boy’s bathroom with various purple marks marring her skin. Upon regaining consciousness, the poor brunette couldn’t remember anything that had happened or how she ended up in the locked bathroom in the first place. However, upon administering an antidote to help her regain her memories, she has remained in a state of deathly silence, staring into space as if she was in a permanent daze. Within the few days she had spent within the hospital wing, she would sometimes break into a fit of sobs and tears, and would often lash out in a fit of hysteria whenever she made any form of skin contact with someone.

Professor Sharp hands over a specially concocted Draught of Peace to Nurse Blainey, who poured the potion right into the 6th year student’s mouth. Cecilia gurgled as the liquid flowed down her throat, hacking and coughing in the process. Soon, her hysterics slowly died down, and her once broken sobs turned into sighs of peace as the draught successfully sedated her troubled mind. Professor Weasley stared at the poor student with a pained expression while Nurse Blainey grabbed a damp washcloth to clean her up. Professor Sharp gritted his teeth in silent anger.

“We have no choice, Noreen. This is the third time we're sending a student to St. Mungos with the same case,” Professor Weasley woefully said to Nurse Blainey, who looked equally just as sorrowful.

“I'm sorry, Matilda. I did what I could. Whoever has inflicted this suffering upon her is just...” Nurse Blainey trailed off, an unpleasant shiver running down her spine. Whatever memory the poor 6th year had recalled, it must've been a horrifying one.

"Matilda, a word if you may?" Professor Sharp called. The bespectacled professor followed the ex-Auror to the vacant corner nearest to the hospital wing entrance. Professor Sharp turned his heel, looking towards her with a solemn expression while she clasped both her hands and inhaled a deep lungful of air to soothe her frayed nerves.

"What is it, Aesop?" the red-haired professor queried. Reaching within his coat, he pulled out a bundle of folded parchment, handing it over to the deputy headmistress. Professor Weasley scanned through the various pieces of parchment containing the complete records of various potions stored within the potions storage room.

“I was doing the usual checking of my inventory earlier today. Apparently someone has broken into my storage again despite the anti-Alohomora charm on the lock,” the Potions Master explained with a frown.

“And I'm assuming that this case of theft is connected to Ms. Walters' case,” Professor Weasley sighed.

“I'm afraid so," Professor Sharp confirmed. “Every time a vial goes missing, it seems that the same incident happens to another student.”

The Head of Gryffindor house was visibly perplexed. This case has been ongoing for several months, yet Professor Black's lack of cooperation in conducting a thorough investigation has now put more students at risk of danger. As the bespectacled professor read through the records, she noticed a particular pattern: several vials of Forgetfulness Potion and Sleeping Draught were missing. In a state of subtle panic, Professor Weasley hurriedly flipped through the other pieces of parchment to find which potion was recently stolen.

Draught of Living Death.

Ominis sauntered through the halls leading towards the library, his mind adrift as he recalled the multiple things that he had been wondering about eversince your first study session with him for potions. He heaved a loud sigh, running his fingers through his blonde locks in obvious perplexation.

“What on earth was I thinking?!” he hissed angrily to himself, fully realizing the gravity of the situation that he had impulsively put himself into the moment you were in need of help. The logical side of the young Gaunt desperately wanted to call the agreement off because it was a huge hassle on his end, but what kind of gentleman would leave a maiden to face the danger of dealing with a demon all on her own? Needless to say, his morals ultimately won over his logic this time around.

Everything has been a blur of confusion for the opal-eyed male when it came to the entirety of your existence, and that state of bemusement has left a wake of questions begging to be answered. You've been studying with him for several days now, and Ominis was sure that his sense of reason gets more skewed the longer he remains around you. He felt his walls crumble the more he got used to your mannerisms, and he found himself to be more receptive to your little friendly gestures which involved either the sharing of sweets, giving him your spare parchment whenever he ran out, how the tone of your voice becomes spritely whenever he asks you a question regarding study matters, or even sharing a reference book together when there was one copy left within the library.

But those little things aren't the main reason for poor Ominis' restlessness.

The dainty scent of peonies and freesias floating around you whenever you leaned closer to him, and the scent of lemon sweets that he'd occasionally catch whenever you spoke — it all reminded him of Lucie. His Lucie. The enigmatic young lady he’s been trying to find for several weeks in secret.

However, there's still too little proof to correlate you to his anonymous pen pal. Scent and muggle sweets alone cannot be used as a basis: he needed more solid clues to fully convince himself that both you and Lucie were different people to put his mind at ease once and for all. There was absolutely no way that the both of you were the same person, right? Lucie is a cheerful, free-spirited adventurer with little regards for the rules, while you were someone who mostly stays confined within the walls of the library burning your hours away in the pursuit of knowledge and impeccable grades.

But even if Ominis uses that outdated observation to constantly reassure himself, your recent displays of prowess and misbehavior has undeniably thrown him off his train of logical beliefs whether he liked it or not.

“Oh, you’re here!” a surprised voice exclaimed, snapping the opal-eyed male out of his thoughts. You approached the young Gaunt, carrying several books that you had borrowed a few days ago. Ominis hummed in acknowledgement as you walked beside him, entering the library. You glanced at the male while your heart hammered nervously at his unusually quiet behavior.

No sarcastic remarks? No quips? …Odd.

“You do know that I can feel you staring at me, right?” Ominis wryly pointed out as he placed his belongings atop one of the vacant spots of the long table.

Ah, there it is.

“No, I’m not,” you grumbled in embarrassment. Despite the warmth creeping up your cheeks, you heaved a sigh of relief. Not much words were exchanged today, the both of you opting relish in the rare moment of comfortable silence, blissfully scribbling away productively in peaceful tranquility.

You looked around your surroundings, seeing if Madam Scribner was nearby. Upon confirming the librarian's temporary absence, you brought up a tiny drawstring pouch containing your stash of sweets, grabbing two sherbet lemons, and placing the still open pouch beside your stack of books on the vacant seat beside you. The sound of the distinct scribbling in front of you halted as soon as Ominis heard the sound of the rustling plastic wrappers. You snorted in amusement as Ominis flipped his vacant hand up to reveal his palm, prompting you to place a sherbet lemon on it. He put his self-inking quill down, unwrapping the sweet and popping it into his mouth before resuming with his written essay.

Amidst stolen glances and silent observations, there were many quirks of the blonde-haired male that you had discovered to be rather endearing despite your initial impression of him the more you got used to his presence. He was a sucker for all sorts of sweets (even muggle sweets, much to your surprise), had a strange habit of dozing off within at least ten minutes of inactivity if he's disinterested, the way he frowns like a petulant child whenever he comes across anything he dislikes, and his an unusual love for textured trinkets that he can fidget with. It was an amusing sight witnessing other emotions from him aside from his usual sneers and scowls — it gave the impression that despite his reputation, he's still a typical young man, after all.

But alas, the relaxing ambience was soon disrupted when multiple flares of all sorts of color exploded in the air. Sparks began to fly all over the library, chasing multiple students as they let out a panicked scream until it fizzled out completely. More displays of fireworks bedazzled the normally quiet air of the library, much to Madam Scribner's chagrin, who vanished the foreign objects causing chaos within her domain. The chatter slowly died down the moment the fireworks were gone, and the library was in a state of peace once again while a rather furious Madam Scribner patrolled around, finding the perpetrator of such mischief.

Upon seeing stern librarian approach the table you and Ominis were seated at, you immediately reached out for the drawstring pouch near your books, only to find out that the strings had been pulled taut with its contents sealed within it securely. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you placed the bag of sweets back into the inner pocket of your cloak.

"Strange, I could've sworn I left this open. Oh well," you muttered, picking up your quill once again. Unbeknownst to you, a certain person materialized out of thin air from behind one of the bookshelves near the restricted section, clutching a certain pouch of muggle sweets in their hand. The unknown person deftly made their way towards the doors leading to the Central Hall, skillfully staying out of sight.

The light chatters of students echoed throughout the barely inhabited walkways of the Transfiguration Courtyard. Ominis was walking alongside Sebastian, who was animatedly telling the blonde-haired male about yet another possible cure for his twin that he had found within the restricted section. For the most part, aside from the incident at the library, the day itself was rather uneventful so far.

“By the way, I heard about what happened in the library earlier. Whoever pulled that stunt certainly has guts!” Sebastian remarked. “I reckon Scribner was absolutely livid during the whole thing. Would've paid to see the look on her face.”

The young Gaunt's attention towards the brunette dwindled by the second, his sensitive ears picking up a certain Slytherin prefect's voice while they passed by the alcove with the recently repaired statue. Ominis grabbed Sebastian by the arm, stopping him in his tracks. Sebastian looked at him incredulously while Ominis brought a finger against his own lips, signaling the male to stay quiet. Both of them hid behind a pillar each, eavesdropping at the conversation amongst Robert Bulstrode and his two goons.

“.... And stay hidden when you follow her. Pay attention when you see her eat the sweets. Once she's out like light, bring her to me.”

“Sweets, Robert? Did you perhaps do something with it?”

“Of course, you idiot! Why else would we even sneak into Sharp's storage in the first place?! Please excuse this buffoon, Robert. Sometimes he forgets he has a brain!”

“Just do as you're told. I'd rather not steal another Draught of Living Death if this fails. Maybe if I'm feeling generous, I'd gladly share my spoils with the both of you," Robert chuckled darkly.

"After all, (L/N) does look quite appetizing, don't you think?"

Ominis shakily exhaled at what he had just heard out of sheer mortification while Sebastian was equally just as aghast. The blonde-haired student’s intakes of air shifted from quick breaths to slow and deep inhalations, feeling his ice-cold rage course through his veins as his face contorted to display the state of his anger: merciless, unforgiving, and murderous all at the same time. Sebastian watched nervously as Ominis’ grip on his wand tightened, hurling a spell towards the unsuspecting 7th year prefect, who was blasted back, hitting the pillar behind him. Students within the area screamed in fear, running far away from the scene while some onlookers watched from a safe distance.

A shiver ran down Sebastian’s spine as Ominis uttered incantation after incantation towards Robert and his two henchmen in cold blood. He had never seen his best friend this enraged and merciless towards his others before. Without hesitation, Sebastian aided his best friend, successfully disarming Robert and deflecting stray spells hurled by his cronies. Ominis fired an onslaught of offensive spells towards the young Bulstrode, who managed to evade most of them.

“Expelliarmus!”

Ominis’ wand flew right out of his hand as soon as the stray disarming charm hit him. Seizing the opportunity, Robert tackled him to the ground and delivered a punch right across the young Gaunt's face. Ominis fought back, successfully flipping the 7th year over and landing several harsh blows across the prefect's cheeks in succession. Meanwhile, Sebastian was fighting against the last of Robert's accomplices, who sneakily shot a banishing charm towards Ominis, repelling him away from Robert. In a fit of blind rage, Robert crawled towards his nearby wand, scrambling up his feet. A deranged chuckle bubbled from his lips, pointing his wand towards the younger Slytherin student who was writhing on the ground while desperately trying to regain his bearings.

“AVADA—”

“STUPEFY!” you cried, successfully stunning the enraged 7th year in the nick of time. You were merely on your way to the Transfiguration Classroom with Natsai and Garreth when the three of you were greeted by a crowd of anxious students. Upon hearing that a fight broke out between several 5th year and 7th year students, you had a nagging feeling that it involved both Ominis and Robert, thus prompting you to get to the alcove as quickly as you could while Garreth and Natsai fetched the nearest professor in sight.

Sebastian quickly disarmed his opponent and sent him flying back, knocking him unconscious. The both of you rushed towards Ominis, who was lightly bruised and slightly bleeding through his busted lip. Ominis groaned as he felt himself get propped up, his head getting rested on a plush surface. The comforting faint scent of peonies and freesias engulfed his senses, making him sigh in relief. The sound of running footsteps echoed throughout the now silent Transfiguration Courtyard, crowds of students parting as the group ran towards the alcove, revealing Professor Weasley and Professor Sharp alongside Garreth and Natsai who had called for their aid.

“Goodness gracious!” Professor Weasley cried at the sight of the scene: nearby statues destroyed, part of the walls had been charred due to missed spells, several of the pillars were cracked, and students who were either mildly injured or unconscious. Sebastian pulled Ominis back up on his feet while you grabbed his wand nearby, handing it over to the opal-eyed male.

“Explain yourselves, all of you!” the red-haired professor demanded exasperatedly.

A deathly silence loomed over all of you, nervously glancing at one other. The stunning spell you hit Bulstrode with finally lost its effectivity, thus regaining his ability to move once again. Before he could spew his onslaught of lies, he was fortunately cut off by Ominis.

“It was Bulstrode, Professor Sharp,” Ominis revealed, causing the said professor to raise an eyebrow. “He was the one who stole the Draught of Living Death from your storage.”

The crowd of students burst into murmurs, while the prefect looked around panickedly, a nervous chuckle spilling from his lips as he stared at both professors with a glint of maniacal fear within his eyes.

“Professor, he’s lying! T-there’s absolutely no wa–”

“Silence!” Professor Sharp hissed in disgust, turning his attention back towards the misty-eyed student. “Continue.”

“Bulstrode mentioned something about making (L/N) eat some sweets to knock her unconscious. I suspect that he might’ve given some spiked sweets to her,” Ominis explained. Your eyes widened in realization as you began to recall the events that had occurred within the library earlier: the fireworks prank, and your pouch of sweets. Panickedly, you reached for your inner cloak pocket, grabbing the pouch.

“Professor...?” you called out, handing over the pouch of sweets to the potions master.

“Professor Weasley, perhaps we should look through his belongings as well for good measure?” Natsai suggested, carrying Robert’s satchel and handing it over to her. A look of horror befell the 7th year prefect as the bespectacled professor rummaged through his items: aside from his textbooks, Professor Weasley found a duplicate of the potions storage key, a nearly empty potions vial, and a drawstring pouch containing sweets. Meanwhile, Professor Sharp grabbed a sweet from each pouch, placing them in a separate flask each. Muttering a spell, the sweets liquified. The potions master grabbed two leaves, dropping them each into the containers with the liquified sweet: one shriveled up while the other floated on top of the liquid. The sweets that you had given was indeed spiked with the draught. You felt your knees buckle at the revelation, but you stood your ground regardless.

“I believe we’ve seen enough, Professor Weasley,” Professor Sharp concluded, earning a nod of agreement from the deputy headmistress. The red-haired professor walked up to Robert, who kept his mouth tightly shut.

“We shall discuss the appropriate disciplinary actions for you and your friends within the headmaster’s office immediately. I can assure you that your punishments will not be light, Mr. Bulstrode,” Professor Weasley coldly said to the prefect, who hung his head in bitter defeat. You, Ominis and Sebastian heaved a sigh of relief, catching the attention of the bespectacled professor, who looked at the three of you sternly.

“As for you three, unfortunately you aren’t exempted from the punishments of getting involved in a fight within the school grounds,” she curtly said, causing you, Ominis, and Sebastian to wince in unison out of disappointment.

“Regardless, it does not change the fact that you saved many students from a cruel fate. 30 points will be awarded to each of you,” Professor Weasley added, much to everyone’s surprise.

“Ms. (L/N), kindly accompany Mr. Gaunt into the hospital wing. Nurse Blainey may not be in the school grounds at the moment, but I trust you’re well-versed with basic first aid and healing spells?” Professor Sharp queried while you nodded wordlessly in response.

“Very well. Off you go.”

The trip to the hospital wing was agonizing with barely any words exchanged between the both you. Thoughts flooded the both of your minds, trying to process everything that has occurred within the day. Several onlookers stole sneaky glances out of either intrigue or distaste: the normally tidy-looking Ominis looking absolutely rugged at the moment with his unkempt hair, recent battle scars, slightly dirtied uniform, and a loosened tie while you had an uncharacteristic frown on your face and several smidges of dirt on your tights. The both of you were lucky enough to be even alive and unharmed at this point, but it does not change the fact that the both of you were harmed in some way: be it physically, mentally, or emotionally.

Upon your arrival in front of the entrance of the hospital wing, you were greeted by the sight of empty beds and no nurses within the large space: it was the day of Cecelia Walters' transfer to St. Mungo's, hence the matron was not present. Using his wand, Ominis navigated his way to the private ward located at the corner near the main entrance to the hospital wing. You followed suit, entering the smaller room. Ominis sat on one of the vacant beds at the very back of the ward, which was near the cabinet containing medical supplies.

“Honestly, I've never been here before. Is access to this ward one of the many perks of having connections with the headmaster?” you genuinely asked out of curiosity, breaking the silence between the both of you.

“Perhaps? My parents often requested for this room whenever I got sick in the past,” he replied. You hummed in response, grabbing several items from the cabinet before making your way towards him. You poured an antiseptic solution on a clean cloth and gently dabbed it on several of his grazes, busted lip, and knuckles while desperately trying to bite down the sorrowful guilt that was simmering within you the more you uncovered the wounds that he had received from the fight. Ominis had his eyes closed as you treated his wounds, taking note of how gentle and seemingly experienced you were. However, you stopped midway, letting out a shaky sigh.

“Let me step outside for a bit. I really need a moment,” you tiredly muttered, standing up and heading towards the door. Immediately noticing that something was amiss, Ominis grabbed his wand and followed you. Before you could reach for the doorknob, the opal-eyed male took a hold of your wrist, yanking you slightly to make you face him. Tears of guilt were already running down your face at this point, and you tried sniffling as softly as you could. But alas, Ominis knew you were crying — he has an excellent sense of hearing, after all. Gently cupping your face, he brushed off several stray tears with his thumb as you cast your gaze downwards in shame.

“Look, I'm sorry. I just feel quite awful at the moment,” you began explaining. “This is all my fault. I shouldn't have gotten you involved. You got hurt because of me. Even Sallow got into trouble too. You could've died—”

“And I still would’ve done the same even if you didn’t request for my help,” Ominis admitted, cutting you off. “I wanted to step in. Don’t blame yourself for this.”

Ominis tilted your head up and placed his forehead against yours while shushing you gently as you sobbed softly. You felt your back hit the wooden surface of the door while he affectionately grazed the tip of his nose against yours.

“... May I?” he breathed against your lips, slowly inching his way to close the gap. You acquiesced, capturing his lips with yours tenderly. You sighed as you indulged in the softness of his lips while he snaked his hand to the small of your back, gently pulling you closer. Slowly, the both of you pulled away. Ominis winced slightly when he unconsciously smiled, forgetting about his busted lip in the midst of his small moment of joy. Realization dawned upon you, and you immediately grabbed your wand from your pocket.

“Episkey!”

Ominis felt a hot and cold sensation all over his grazes and other minor wounds. He reached for his lip and touched it gingerly, only to find out that the wound has completely healed itself. You held his hand gently while he raised his other as you used the spell once again, ridding his knuckles of its injuries.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Ominis leaned towards you once again, latching his lips onto yours while you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck. Ominis deftly reached for the doorknob, an audible click reaching your ears as he locked it. You gently pushed the male backwards until the back of his legs hit the edge of the nearest bed. Ominis sat on the mattress while you straddled his lap, nibbling gently on his newly healed lower lip. His lips parted slightly while your tongue immediately snaked inside his cavern. Ominis groaned in response, returning the favor by interlacing his appendage with yours sensually. He haphazardly unfastened the clasp of his cloak before deftly undoing yours. As his lips trailed down your jugular, you shakily pointed your wand towards the locked door, casting an imperturbable charm to make it soundproof. You placed your wand back in its designated pocket within your cloak before slipping off the article of clothing.

Ominis unbuttoned your vest and undid your tie while his lips remained latched onto your neck, leaving a blooming wake of purplish marks on your heated skin. Pale fingers then began to undo the buttons of your blouse while the skin of his lips softly trailed down at every inch of skin that was slowly revealed. Ominis' head spun with desire as he breathed in your heady floral scent while soft mewls spilled from your lips as the blonde-haired male continued his tender ministrations. Eventually, your soft mounds were revealed after removing all layers of your upper garments. A pleasured cry erupted from your lips as you felt his warm tongue flick against one of your sensitive nipples while his hand sensually groped your other breast. You felt your sense of control slip away as he dragged you further down into the depths of sinful desire.

You were then suddenly pinned down by the lithe-framed male, feeling the plush mattress and clean sheets against your naked back. You felt your legs that were dangling off the side of the bed get nudged open by Ominis' knee. You gasped as he hiked your skirt up, exposing the rather embarrassing wet patch forming on the crotch of your tights. He teasingly brushed his knee against your clothed core while you groaned in response at the stimulation. A chuckle rumbled from his throat as he began to undress himself, starting with his necktie. Utterly captivated by his ethereal beauty, you watched the male before you keenly as he removed layers of clothing in succession with elegance. You gulped in anticipation as more of his skin was exposed, feeling your heartbeat and breathing quicken. Your core clenched wantonly around nothingness as he took off the garment that concealed his torso.

It was the first time you fully saw him half-naked, and you felt privileged for seeing how beautiful he truly was beneath all those layers of clothing. His skin was as smooth as porcelain, with several little moles littering the blank canvas. You were suddenly snapped out of your ogling when he undid your skirt and unclasped your shoes, removing them from your body. You felt the misty-eyed male hook his fingers at the waistband of both your tights and underwear, slowly peeling the last two remaining garments off your body. You let out an embarrassed whimper as you felt your damp undergarments leave a trail of your essence along the skin of your legs. Ominis hummed, gripping your ankles. His fingertips felt a wet slick on the inner side of your leg, causing him to smirk knowingly. He knelt down in front of you, spreading your legs apart. The sweet, musky scent of your exposed core made his mouth water in anticipation.

"Fuck, I missed this so much," he groaned, lapping against your soaked pussy. He slurped your liquids like a parched man, causing you to moan out embarrassment and pleasure. A yelp escaped your throat as Ominis yanked you closer by your spread-out thighs, securing you in place as he ravaged you with his mouth and skilled tongue with heightened fervor. You writhed and arched your back helplessly, sobbing in pleasure as he continuously flicked the tip of his tongue at your sensitive pearl. You reached for his already messy blonde locks, intending to pry him off your nearly overstimulated pussy, only for your wrist to be instinctively grabbed by him. Much to your surprise, he voluntarily unlatched his mouth from your core, wiping his soaked chin with the back of his fingers and licking them clean. You blushed at the display of debauchery.

Your eyes wandered from his face all the way to his crotch, staring hungrily at the now visible tent. You sat up, pulling the male before you a little closer by tugging on his belt hoops. Ominis yelped in surprise as you touched his pulsating length through his trousers while you slowly slipped off the bed, softly landing on your knees. Ominis felt his trousers getting unbuttoned, causing a bubbling feeling of bashfulness to simmer within him as you yanked both his trousers and underwear down at the same time.

Hissing wantonly at the sight of his erect shaft, you licked a stripe at the underside of his length and sucked lightly at the tip. A loud moan erupted from his lips — Ominis swore he felt the ground cave in below him when the tip of his cock was enveloped in the delicious warmth of your mouth. He sat on the edge of the bed as you pleasured him, utterly entranced by the sensations you brought upon him. Your mind was in a delirious state, taking in the sinfully addictive musky scent of his privates. You felt your saliva dribble down your chin as you shamelessly bobbed your head up and down, gently licking the veins at the underside of his shaft. You felt the thick appendage twitch followed by a slightly salty taste flooding your mouth. You hummed in delight at the taste of his precum, sucking slightly harder in response.

More. You wanted more.

Inhaling a deep breath through your nostrils, you pushed his shaft deeper within your cavern.

“O-oh fuuuuuuck!” he groaned as his tip hit the back of your throat. Glancing up, you reached for one of his hands, guiding it towards the back of your head. He clenched a fistful of your hair, slowly fucking your mouth deep. The symphony of his uncontrollable moans alongside your muffled ones sent a pleasant tingle right into your core as your juices dripped right onto the floor of the private ward. You moaned in delight as you felt another burst of saltiness flood your sense of taste accompanied by a shudder from the man before you. However, much to your dismay, you were suddenly yanked off his shaft with a faint pop.

“Come here,” Ominis breathily commanded, patting the vacant spot beside him as soon as he removed the rest of his clothing. You complied to his wishes with little to no hesitation, utterly consumed by your desire for the young Gaunt. Before you could lay down on your back, you were suddenly flipped over, landing flat on your tummy. Ominis straddled your thighs, keeping them closed as he placed butterfly kisses along your exposed back. You felt the blunt tip of his cock against your sopping wet slit, a needy whimper escaping through your lips.

“You're so fucking wet for me, love,” he moaned hotly against your ears, suckling onto the exposed skin of your neck. The endearment ignited a fire within you, evident by the globs of essence that had just trickled from your hole.

“Fuck, I want you so bad. Please...!” you breathily begged, causing the alabaster-skinned male to chuckle at your neediness. He teasingly prodded the tip of his cock against your entrance, tracing the skin of his lips along your shoulder.

Your eyes rolled back, mouth hanging ajar as his thick appendage plunged inside you. Ominis rocked his hips in a slow and sensual way, searching for your sweet spots within. You blissfully sighed as he peppered your neck with soft, comforting kisses while whispering sweet yet debauched complements into your ear.

“Such a good girl for me... Oh f-fuck...! Your pussy is fucking amazing!”

The blunt tip brushed against a rather spongey spot, earning a feral moan from you. Ominis growled, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushing you down against the mattress, his pace becoming brutally quick. You delightfully screamed right into the sheets as he plowed right into your sopping wet core.

“F-Fuck yes! Good girl– Taking my fucking cock so well...!” Ominis panted as he fucked you senseless, the tip of his shaft brushing against your sensitive spot. Droplets of your juices trickled down from your abused hole, enabling Ominis' length to glide across your velvety walls with little to no resistance. You felt molten fire course through your veins, pooling at the tip of your toes as you neared your high.

“Yesyesyes! Fuck, Ominis! You're gonna make me cum...!”

The opal-eyed male groaned audibly at the sound of his name spilling from your lips in such a sinful manner. He felt his cock twitch, feeling your walls flutter and clench as globs of your cum soaked the sheets beneath you. He felt his balls tighten, releasing spurts of milky white semen within your awaiting pussy. You shuddered as his thick appendage slipped out of you, feeling his cum ooze out from your quivering hole. You lay on the bed, utterly boneless from that mind-numbing orgasm. You were about to get lulled into a deep slumber, until you were suddenly flipped over by Ominis once again. You felt his hands spread your legs apart, a familiar blunt tip rubbing itself against your pussy lips.

And so, the second round begins.

The soft snores of your roommates filled the silent dorm room, while you sat at your desk, reading a letter from Ves that you had received a day or two ago. With your freedom back, you planned to go the owlery this morning to send him a reply — the main reason why you were currently up before daybreak.

Dearest Lucie, I hope you’re faring well despite the challenges that you’re currently facing. It must be incredibly harrowing going through such a situation. Oh, if only I were there, I would’ve probably gave that foul git a piece of my mind (alongside my fist or a good jinx). It’s rather appalling that there are still such men in existence. As a member of the human male specie, I humbly apologize for their blatant misbehavior towards a fine young lady such as yourself. It bugs me to know that while I’m comfortably seated within this room, you’re going through such a huge struggle right now. Honestly, if I could accompany you, I definitely would. But alas, all I can offer are my words through my letters. Regardless, I hope you don’t mind me sending you a charmed parchment this time around. You did mention that you missed the outdoors, so I did a little research in the library the other day. I hope it brightened up your day even by just a little. Much love, Ves

You chuckled excitedly at the variety of butterflies and floating flowers that sprouted out of the parchment, marveling at the sight. Grabbing your quill and parchment, you began to scribble your reply before heading out of your quarters along with your broom which was placed right beside your desk. Today, you intended to fly to the Owlery today via the roof deck of the Ravenclaw Common Room.

The rays of sunlight were starting to peek from the distant horizon, signaling the start of a brand-new day. The cold morning air nipped at your skin as you zipped through the air while mounted on your broom. You inhaled a lungful of air as the speed of your flight slowed down, exhaling audibly out of relief.

Meanwhile, Ominis stood at the top landing of the Owlery, handing his letter to his owl, who immediately flew off to deliver the envelope to its recipient, Anne Sallow. The poor Gaunt had visible dark circles under his eyes. He had barely slept a wink last night, plagued by his thoughts of you and Lucie. Ominis visibly blushed when he recalled his tender moments with you yesterday: how you were so vulnerable, his unexplainable protectiveness towards you, the passionate kisses the both of you exchanged, the way you tasted and felt — everything about you was addicting to the point that poor Ominis is now questioning the feelings he felt towards Lucie. He never would’ve thought that he would write to one of his closest friends about girl problems, and he hoped that Anne wouldn’t breathe a word to Sebastian about this.

If only you and Lucie were the same person, then perhaps he wouldn't be in such a pickle with his feelings right now.

The entrance to the owlery creaked open and slammed shut, causing Ominis to cross his arms instinctively as he was snapped out of his train of thought. Footsteps echoed throughout the tower, audibly getting louder as you climbed up the wooden stairs, your lungs burning the closer you reached the top landing. Much to your surprise, you spotted a familiar blonde-haired male who was just standing near the railings of the landing, feeling the cool breeze coming from the large window opening against his face.

“Gaunt?” you called out, causing the male to turn around in response. You felt your cheeks warm at the sight of him, your breath hitching slightly before you cleared your throat to suppress your bubbling bashfulness.

“You’re up early,” Ominis commented as you approached him.

“So are you,” you replied. “Did you even sleep? You look awfully tired.”

“Barely, but no worries.”

The flapping of large wings was soon heard, followed by a deep-sounding hoot from your owl as he lands on the railing. Pellets materialized in front of Russ, who immediately gobbled it down excitedly. You handed the sealed envelope to the great horned owl.

“You know who to send this to,” you muttered gently to the fluffy-feathered messenger. Much to your confusion, instead of taking flight, Russ flew towards Ominis instead, rubbing his head against the male’s arm. Instinctively, Ominis reached out to the owl, ruffling his feathers affectionately. You gawked at the unusually endearing sight: Russ being this affectionate towards strangers wasn’t a common occurrence. That aside, time was ticking and you needed to be elsewhere. An uncooperative owl is the last thing you wanted for this morning.

“Really, Russ?” you grumbled. Ominis’ ears perked up when you mentioned the owl’s name, his heartbeat hammering at the sudden revelation.

Russ?!

“I have to go. I still haven’t finished that Transfiguration essay due today,” you sighed stressfully. “I’ll see you around, Gaunt.”

You made your way down the stairs hurriedly, intending to rush back to your dorm room to finish your essay before your first class starts. Upon hearing the entrance door slam shut, Ominis grabbed the letter from the owl’s beak, hurriedly opening it and pointing his wand at the parchment to read its contents.

Dearest Ves, I know it’s been a while since my last reply, but a lot has happened hence my unexpectedly busy schedule. However, you’d be delighted to hear that the problem regarding my plight has been solved. The source of my fears and worries has been punished accordingly, and I am now as free as a merry little Jobberknoll. I shall be wandering out of the school grounds once again whenever I can. But alas, I still have to attend detention alongside the several students who helped me resolve this situation. It’s rather silly that we weren’t exempted from the punishment, but that’s the nature of silly little rules to keep everyone in order, I suppose. Regardless, I am now capable of sending you letters as frequently as my time permits. I hope I did not keep you waiting too long. I apologize if I seem to lack my usual sprightliness. My mind has barely recovered from its state of turmoil as I write this letter to you, but I want you to know of my current situation regardless. I wouldn’t want you to get worried, after all. That being said, I’ll be dropping by in Hogsmeade this weekend for some well-earned snacks, sweets, and perhaps a butterbeer or two. I think I need it. With much adoration, Lucie P.S. That’s quite a charm you did. I loved it!

< chapter 5: did i? chapter 7: denial and desires 🔞 >

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Best Character Named X Poll

please send suggestions via ask so i can see them, replies get lost in the notes. I reply chronologically so very sorry if it takes a while for me to answer

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Round 196: Alan

Round 197: Nicole

Round 198: Angus

Round 199: River

Round 200: Wally

Round 201: Anna

Round 202: Harvey

Past Polls

Poll Ideas under the cut

Names that I have a complete list for*

Caroline, Rebecca, Steve, Victoria, Katherine, Robin, Clark, Phoebe, Nancy, Penny, Erica, Theresa, George, Felix, Charlotte, Diana, Zoe, Connor, Daisy, Maya, Andy, Alma, Nora, Juno, Otto, Donald, Angel, Judy, Jo, Hazel, Miranda, Lila, Duncan, Dexter, Meredith, Pearl, Malcolm, Napolean, Joan, Nico, Jamie, Kiera, Tam, Klaus, Luna, Laila, Zack, Imogen, Felicity, Cindy, Alicia, April, Delilah, Jodie, Claudia, Juliet, Jonas, Milo, Celia, Katya, Atticus, Ian, Cynthia, Boo, Corey, Minerva, Ebony, Zia, Rudy, Quentin, Marvin, Miriam, Roxy, Percy, Bianca, Shirley, Beatrice, Amara, Cleo, Cecil, Amaya, Ryan, Mabel, May, August, Manny, Francis, Matilda, Deborah, Josh, Jared, Sabrina, Kendra, Ophelia, Liesel, Fitz, Aurora, Ramona, Misty, Talia, Orion, Roy, Kala, Madeline, Anastasia, Kit, Marian, Lena, Polly, Cora, Leah, Jules, Artemis, Irene, Laurie, Laurel, Hilda, Valentine, Reggie, Felicia, Joe, Monty, Quinn, Skye, Walter, Christine, Marissa, Hope, Oberon, Lorna, Ace, Calvin, Alana, Jasper, Fergus, Bridget, Ulrich, Roger, Mason, Stella, Lenore, Wanda, Miguel, Winona, Hannibal, Newt, Aiden, Oscar, Tobias, Dorian, Dorothy, Una, Marnie, Mirabel, Wendel, Dora, Mort, Olympia, Toby, Chip, Mara, Fearne, Axel, Gil, Bo, Remy, Rue, Leslie, Isabelle, Silas, Agnes, Luther, Sally, Delia, Zeke, Richter, Skylar, Scarlet, Bernard, Ray, Nigel, Cosmo, Ruth, Selina, Harley, Blue, Warren, Missy, Perry, Paige, Duke, Tao, Gemma, Cornelius, Declan, Wendy, Apollo, Celeste, Clyde, Summer, Hugh, Esther, Cole, Tatiana, Carl, Kieran, Melody, Travis, Vivian, Haley, Elle, Prudence, Hans, Ralph, Azrael, Lauren, Molly, Agatha, Pauline, Athena, Darcy, Stan, Dana, Lee, Ford, Red, Stuart, Camille, Bruce, Cliff, Gabriel, Octavia, Tsukasa, Anita, Esme, Ella, Lara, Heather, Lois, Viola, Riley, Pyrrha, Rupert, Ada, Orlando, Blair, Parker, Aisha, Lex, Ike, Wolf, Yukari, Tanya, Briar, Iggy, Amber, Akira, Irma, Sloane, Cameron, Marlene, Trixie, Jed, Rita, Dylan, Harriet, Owen, Letitia, Mick, Hugo

Names I have an incomplete list for (welcome to send character suggestions)

Richter, Chad, Moe, Guy, Yasmin, Woody, Alina, Freya, Adora, Noah, Taylor, Dawn, Chase, Hunter, Tina, Rudolf, Melvin, Melanie, Melissa, Melinda, Adele, Adeline, Jem, Dolores, Jude, Callie, Ginger, Terry, Bellamy, Jacob, Jackson, Reese, Nemo, Addison, Adelaide, Candy, Abraham, Ragnar, Destiny, Wendy, Hero, Drew, Raphael, Wallace, Jean (feminine), Elena, Cheryl, Gaius, Lance, Shane, Rod, Tegan, Matthias, Liam, Caeser, Ellis, Dennis, Josie, Mike, Bailey, Puck, Eden, Annette, Giselle, Suki, Zain, Keith, Ron, Olaf, Wilfred, Blaine, Pam, Brianna, Clive, Sabine, Roman, Carina, Kalina, Mindy, Wade, Julia, Edith, Monet, Marina, Zara, Marcus, Elias, Mira, Sasha, Glen, Dinah, Farah, Norman, Faith, Echo, Enid, Ross, Antoinette, Elodie, Mallory, Kay, Renee, Willow, Tim, Albert, Howard, Orla, Oswald, Linus, Nina, Clem, Flora, Jace, Alucard, Howell, Rowan, José, Christian, Craig, Ravi, Dev

Feel free to send more suggestions

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Sheela always gave me the impression of being the oldest or at least oldest-sounding woman in this team, but paying attention, she and Sarah are the two members with the highest voices actually, on par with most young girl NPCs. Taya, Janet and May have a slightly deeper voice on par with the adult woman NPCs (I think May's has a slight difference but I can't confirm due to the sudden storm that decide to boom just now).

Meanwhile Karna has a noticeable deeper voice that's on par with Eric, Peter, and other male characters. So that's a peculiar fact.

#shining series #shining force 2 #sf2 sarah #sf2 sheela #sf2 taya linda #sf2 janet #sf2 matilda may #sf2 karna twiggy #'claire did you decided to check this out on a whim' no i'm trying to find elric's missing mom #that's gonna have to be a post for another day though #the storm outside is really storming

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liightsout · 4 months

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the blue - part one

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✯ summary: introducting mattie and adam!! both have some news to share, one being better than the other. no danny ric content in this one, but it's coming, i promise! ✯

✯ pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!oc

✯ content warnings: none rlly, light swearing ✯

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May 2020

“Mattie, are you even listening to me?”

Looking up from her phone at her friend she frowned. She hadn’t been listening. Not even a little. It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested in what her friend had been saying, it was just that she had a lot on her mind.

She sighed softly “I wasn’t Adam, I’m sorry, what were you saying? Something about a new driver on the team?”

Matilda and Adam had been friends since childhood, the pair had met on the first day of junior school. She had just moved to the small town over the summer and was starting school a complete stranger amongst all her peers.

Her mum had reassured her she’d make friends quickly, but she wasn’t so sure. Looking around the playground she could see that almost everyone already knew one another. She spent the first few hours of school that day on her own, carefully shying away from drawing too much attention to herself.

Then came lunch break. She remembers it like it was yesterday, Adam came bounding over to her, scruffy uniform and beaming smile with a few teeth missing. He asked her if she wanted to play race cars with him. She explained nervously that she didn’t know anything about racing and he should probably ask someone else. Adam had scoffed at the idea and said that he didn’t want to play with the other kids.

Adam spent the rest of the hour lunch break explaining everything he knew about racing and telling her about his favourite driver ‘Michael Shooomacker’ and the red car he drove.

Their friendship had lasted throughout their schooling days, all their awkward teenage phases and early adult years. It was a no brainer for the both of them to decide to move in with each other when they both found themselves in need of a home.

Rent in and around London was expensive, and there was no one on Earth either of them would rather live with. Which had proven to be a blessing when 2020 had rolled around and Covid had hit. The pair of them agreed that they would have lost their minds had they spent so many days locked inside with anyone else but each other.

Adam had gone to University when they turned 18 and earned a degree in Mechanical Engineering, hoping to further his dream of being an engineer for one of the top Formula 1 teams when he was older. It wasn’t long before he had achieved said dream and found himself a spot on the engineering team at Mclaren.

“At least you’re honest! I said I got a call this morning from my boss,he confirmed the driver that’s going to be replacing Carlos next year. It’s Daniel Ricciardo” explained Adam, with a beaming smile.

Mattie paused trying to put a name to a face. “Which one is he?” Adam laughed “as if you don’t remember! He’s the Aussie you think is fit, the one who used to drive for Red Bull.”

“I thought that was Mark Webber?” the girl questioned, pulling out her phone getting ready to Google the new driver her friend would be working with for the next season. Adam’s laugh got even louder “close, but not quite” he said.

Mattie rolled her eyes and continued her Google image search. Yep, she remembered who Daniel Ricciardo was now. Adam was right; she did think he was fit. More than that, she thought he was one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen.

She looked up from her phone to the knowing eyes of her best friend “yeah I remember who he is, but anyway, irrelevant, is this a good thing for you? Are you happy?”.

Adam nodded enthusiastically “oh definitely, he’s one of my favourite drivers, getting to work with him is huge. I reckon him and Lando will be a great pairing as well, roll on 2021 as far as I’m concerned”.

Adam had always been obsessed with Formula 1. Even from the age of 10 he had been so sure that it was the career path for him. He had spent countless hours as a teenager working in his dad’s garage and learning everything he could about cars, engines and the mechanics behind them.

This was something Mattie had always been jealous of. Not that she had also wanted to be a mechanic, definitely not that. She had been jealous of his ability to decide exactly what it was that he had wanted to do with his life, seemingly from the minute he had learnt what Formula 1 was.

Mattie did not have the same luxury. Growing up she had toyed with many ideas about what life would have in store for her, but none that ever had really seemed to fit.

When she was 13 she had wanted to be a famous pop singer; the dream was soon crushed when a music teacher told her she could barely hold a note.

Then came fashion. She had spent a whole summer reading through every copy of Vogue she could get her hands on. Drawing up rough designs of different clothes and garments she would try and craft herself. This dream ended with a high school textiles teacher telling her that she was terrible at stitching and would never pass the class.

The list was endless, dream after dream quietly crushed by being told she would never be quite good enough.

For a while she thought that maybe she had set her expectations too high. She wanted too much, dreamt too big. She wanted extraordinary, but needed to settle for ordinary.

Until she had realised at the age of 17 that it had been staring her in the face her whole life. From the moment Mattie had learnt to read she had her nose in a book. She had become infatuated with literature and everything about it.

She loved that no matter what was going on around her, she could always find solace in a good book for a few hours. She loved reading about different characters who could live every life she had ever dreamt for herself. It was at the age of 17 that she decided she would study English Literature at University.

She quickly found a job after leaving University, working for a small independent publisher. She loved her job and although she was disappointed she would never be a famous pop star, at the age of 24 she knew that it was probably for the best.

“Well, I’m happy that you’re happy and hopefully this will be a good thing for Mclaren as well. It’d be nice to see you guys moving up in the constructors championships!” Mattie smiled at her friend who was practically buzzing with excitement at the prospect.

“Enough about me, we’ve been talking about me all afternoon. Did you find out from your boss anymore about your job?” Mattie sighed, admittedly she had been avoiding the subject, but such was Adam that he would bring it up eventually.

She had received a call from her boss around a week ago explaining to her that due to the financial pressures Covid had placed upon the small company she worked for, that it was likely they would be liquidating the business before the month was up.

Mattie had been blissfully ignoring the issue, escaping to the dreamland in her head where everything was fine and her employment wasn’t in jeopardy. That dreamland had come crashing down around an hour prior when she had gotten an email from the CEO explaining that they were all being let go effective immediately.

“Yeah, so, Glenn sent an email about an hour ago confirming it… bit shitty of him to do it over email, but yeah, I’m unemployed” breathing deeply Mattie held back the tears she knew were threatening to escape from her eyes.

“Oh fuck, Mattie, I’m so sorry, I can’t believe you’ve just let me sit here and tell you about all this when you’ve got this bottled inside you, why didn’t you say anything sooner? Are you ok? Do you want a hug? Or is this one of those times where if I hug you it’ll make it worse and you’ll start ugly crying? Do you want me to beat up Glenn? I’ll do it-”

“Adam stop. I’m fine. Honestly, it sucks, and yeah I’m upset but we knew it was coming. It’s fine, I’ve got some money saved up so I’ll be alright for a little bit and I’ll start sending out CV’s to some companies and I’ve got connections now. I’ll find something, it’s just, yeah, it’s just shit” Mattie said, cutting off Adam from his rambling.

Adam was great, she knew that no matter what she could rely on him to have her back, but he did have a tendency to panic when he thought that his friend was sad.

That’s just how he was, over protective and ready to punch her boss in the face if she asked him to.

Adam nodded, checking for signs of tears on the girls cheeks. Once he was satisfied she wasn’t going to start crying he stood up and headed for the fridge, opening the door and pulling out a bottle of rose wine he knew Mattie kept there for emergencies.

“Well, in that case, I’ll order us a pizza and what do you say we get drunk and watch a movie? I’ll even let you watch Tangled seeing as I’m such a good best friend”. Mattie grinned looking at him from the sofa. She was so glad he decided to play racing cars with her when they were kids.

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✯ authors note: hey guys! it's been a bit of a crazy couple days... as a a ferrari gal i'm still a little bit in shock and processing the news tbh. anyways, i've got like 6 days off work so i'm hoping i'll be able to post a couple updates if anyone's interested and reading. still finding my feet a bit with writing/editing again so if anyone has any (helpful) suggestions or feedback pls let me know. asks are always open and would love to chat with some of you :) ✯

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