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Hello, dears! Here's part 2 to the Vampire Helena AU I'm writing for @loveinthekeyofx! It's a Love and Legends/Havenfall is for Lovers crossover! I do hope some of you will enjoy it ❤️ it is quite lengthy (just under 7k words), so part of it will be under a cut! - Mod Runa

TW: Discussions of insecurities, References to trauma, Body image issues.

You chuckled as yet another tiny spark of fire flew by your head and turned into smoke right before hitting the mirror, making Morgan sigh in frustration as her hand flinched. Smudging an otherwise perfect line of eyeliner.

"Jordan, I swear to everyone that isn't your Father. If you do that ONE more time!"

JD let out the most dramatic groan you had ever heard in your life and slinked a little further off their bed.

"But I'm so booooored. And you won't let me help with anything!"

You could see the reflection of their upside pout in the vanity, which only made you laugh harder. Morgan pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed.

"If you recall.. I gave you one very important job to do, JD.. the outfit. You're the one who decided to come up in here with a black leather bodysuit!"

JD smirked. "I stand by my decision. That bodysuit was fucking hot."

Morgan shook her head, turning her focus back to doing your make-up.

"Do you see what I have to put up with, Frances?"

"Pfft! You love me." JD replied with a wide, charismatic grin.

"They've got you there, Morgan." You chuckled.

"Ohh no.. don't you dare feed into them!"

You laughed before giving JD a tiny wink in the mirror. The last few months in Havenfall had probably been your most interesting thus far. Even without Helena coming into your life, finding out that not only were "monsters" real, but that you'd been living amongst them since you'd moved to the small town was almost too much to process at first. You could still remember the look of utter horror on Morgan's face when a slightly buzzed JD let their true identity slip.. and then how it grew when they proceeded to out everyone else inside Havenfall's Finest. At first you were convinced it was all a joke. The idea that the local bowling alley was run by a djinn and the town Sheriff was actually a werewolf seemed all too preposterous to even imagine, but the moment JD released their wings and shot a fireball off over the lake you knew they'd been telling the truth.

"The Jersey Devil? As in the Jersey Devil??" You had exclaimed.

"The one and only." They'd replied with a smirk.

To be honest it felt like just yesterday that you'd found out, but also that a part of you'd already known. The sleepy Midwestern town had always seemed to hum with unseen magic.

And now, you knew why.

"Alright! All done."

Morgan sat back in her chair and smiled, placing the tube of mascara back onto JD's dresser.

"I still say you should have gone with the bodysuit."

"Hush, Jordan. She looks great."

You couldn't argue with her there, the woman had done a damn fine job on your make-up. The subtle gold eyeshadow and flipped cat's eye accentuated the green and black top she had picked out perfectly. And your breasts had never been propped up higher in your life. You looked… good.

"I'm not saying she doesn't! But who wouldn't want to see those curves wrapped in leather!"

"I wouldn't." You answered with a laugh.

"Pfft.. you're both crazy. I'm going downstairs to check out the buffet- .. I mean, see if Razi needs any help."

"Please, do not add any of your crazy concoctions to the mix, JD."

The devil turned, giving their partner a faux look of hurt and betrayal.

"But.. you said you liked my pickle and mustard pie!"

"Jordan, please. Remember what we talked about."

They sighed, rolling their eyes. "Fineeeeee."

You chuckled as they stomped their way down the stairs to the bowling alley - the sounds and smells of Havenfall's Finest getting everything together wafting through the now open door.

"I hope you weren't too hard on them, Morgan. It's just Helena and I."

Although, "just Helena and you" couldn't be further from the truth. There was nothing "just" about the gorgeous blonde that had waltzed into your life only a few months prior. And even though the two of you had had your fair share of … Visits? Hangouts? Whatevers? ... you were far more nervous than you would ever let on.

"Listen.. I love them dearly, you know that, but if JD had it their way, that table would be filled with the most abominable culinary creations either of you have ever seen. And I don't want Helena getting scared away by Jordan's horrendous taste in food before any of us have even had a chance of getting to know her."

You put your hands up in surrender, chuckling even harder. "Alright, alright."

"Still.. we should probably make our way downstairs before they get any ideas…"

You snorted. "Good thinking."

***

The sun had just started to set when Helena walked out of the front doors to her apartment building, washing the vast Indiana sky in warm hues of oranges, reds and pinks - a stark contrast to the crisp bite that came with the late Autumn evening air. A soft ping from the blonde's phone and the hushed sounds of a stealthy stride were all that were to be heard as she walked down the otherwise empty street. A subtle smile coming to Helena's lips when she finally stops to check the notification on her phone.

Frances: Of course it is! Any friend of yours is a friend of mine :)

She breathed in a sigh of relief. Even though she knew Frances would be understanding, she still felt a little bad for inviting Vanessa along. Unfortunately the vampire knew it was the best opportunity for the Huntress to be able to meet everybody. To be able to tell her if anyone within Havenfall's inner circle had had anything to do with the coven that turned her. For one thing, the Sorceress' keen senses gave her the gnawing feeling that pretty much everyone who had connection with that bowling alley was likely not human - that she was almost certain - but as for the specifics, those she was unclear on.

That's where Vanessa Helsing came in. Coming from a long line of vampire hunters, she had been tracking the same coven as Helena for months, eager to take them down - to wipe them out. She was the only person Helena knew who had seen almost every person of importance within Dagon's coven. So, needless to say the two had quite a bit they could gain from one another.

Helena had told the Huntress to meet her at the bowling alley, and there she stood. Cladded in black leather under a dim street light - her dark hair almost rivaling the night sky above.

"Good evening, Vanessa."

"Evening, Helena. You sure you want to do this?"

The blonde nodded.

"Your knowledge has been immeasurable in my progress, Helsing. Even if we find no accord within, your presence is still appreciated. Frances means a great deal to me. I need to make sure she's protected."

Vanessa smiled before nodding. "Alright, then. After you."

***

"Wait.. what do you mean she's bringing someone? Like, a friend?"

You placed your phone face down onto the counter and shrugged.

"Ah.. more like a colleague, I guess? I don't really know much about her, honestly."

Helena had only mentioned Vanessa once before to you, months ago when she named her as the client she'd met with that day at the bowling alley. (Though, according to Morgan, the two of them never even made it there that day.) But other than that, the specifics of their relationship were a complete mystery to you.

"Mhm.. well, I'm going to be keeping an eye on said colleague."

You were about to tell Morgan not to bother when the doors to the bowling alley abruptly opened, a rush of cold air as Helena and who you presumed was Vanessa walked in. You couldn't help your mouth from falling open a little at the sight. Helena, of course, looked breathtaking - radiant. With a deep cerulean low cut shirt covered in a red blazer. The colors a perfect contrast to her moonlit hair. The woman next her to her, though… I guess when you had thought of the word 'colleague', she wasn't quite what you had in mind. Morgan leaned in a bit, nudging you softly before whispering.

"Oh, I am definitely going to be keeping an eye on her."

You chuckled. "She's allowed to have friends, Morgan."

"Not friends who look like that and dress completely in black leather.. and, is that a bull whip connected to her belt??"

"Heh, my kinda friend." You heard JD mutter under their breath from behind you, which only led to Morgan scowling.

You cleared your throat. "Just.. be cool, guys."

You walked away from the pair before they could say anything else. And they weren't wrong. Vanessa was incredibly beautiful. With hair as inky as a night sky and a body that screamed nothing but self discipline and rigorous routine. But the way Helena's eyes lit up and how her smile widened at the sight of you definitely helped stifle some of the intrusive thoughts that were slowly trying to move in.

"My dear Frances, good evening. A pleasure as always." She exclaimed with a low bow. "This is Vanessa. I appreciate you allowing her to join us tonight."

You nodded. "Of course! Nice to meet you, Vanessa."

"Please, call me Van. And it's nice to meet you as well."

You turned just in time to see the rest of Havenfall's Finest coming up behind you. At least three of them with their mouths fully agape. You had to chuckle, fully aware of the effect Helena tended to have on people.

"Helena.. this is Razi, the owner and proprietor of this fine establishment. Mac, the town's Sheriff. Diego, Havenfall's finest doctor. And, last but not least, JD and Morgan, our resident chaos demon and their loyal girlfriend. Everyone, this is Helena."

Razi and Mac both gave the blonde a very exuberant "Hello!", shaking her hand. You even swore you saw tiniest hue of pink rising to the Sheriff's cheeks as Helena responded with "A pleasure." Diego on the other hand, seemed more anxious than anything, his gaze shifting back and forth between the two women. As for JD and Morgan, while both were as friendly as ever, Jordan wouldn't be Jordan if they didn't do their best to lay on the charm.

"So, this is the woman that's been stealing our friend away from us… not that I can blame her."

Helena, of course, chuckled gracefully. "Much apologies."

"Mhm.. I'm sure."

You gave JD a pleading look, hoping they'd take the hint and stop before they said anything else. Which thankfully they did, giving you a playful wink instead.

"And this is my.. colleague, Vanessa."

The group gave the mysterious woman a unified greeting, all except for Diego who only nodded and JD who whistled low.

"If that's a colleague, I really need to get myself into the security business."

Both Vanessa and Morgan glared in their direction, an act that quickly made the enby rub the back of their neck nervously.

"A-anyways, let's get this party started, shall we?!"

"Very smooth, Jordan." Morgan replied, rolling her eyes.

You had to hand it to them all, the bowling alley looked absolutely enchanting. And while you were well aware that Morgan and JD cared greatly for you, the lengths that the rest of Havenfall's Finest went to to make sure the evening went as smooth as possible was, needless to say, incredibly heartwarming.

The ceiling was strewn with more twinkle lights than you had ever seen and the long table in the center of the main room had just about every guilty pleasure food you could possibly think of. You made sure to make a mental note to thank Razi later for not letting JD have any say in the buffet. Though, you had to laugh when you came across a small, yet very suspicious pie at the bottom of the table with the distinct aroma of mustard coming from it. It was almost crazy to think how in just a few short months this hodgepodge group of cryptids had almost become like a second family to you. Even Mac was dressed in something other than her usual sheriff's uniform.

You were just about to walk over to where Helena and Vanessa were standing when Morgan pulled you aside. Her brow slightly furrowed.

"Hey, I didn't want to say anything in front of JD because they'd just go all detective mode on us, but I know I've seen Vanessa somewhere before. And Diego seemed on edge as soon as she walked in."

Your gaze lingered over to where the two women stood talking, obviously in the middle of a rather serious conversation.

"Hm.. wish I could say I knew more about her. Helena isn't very forthcoming about the ins and outs of her job."

"Yeah. Well, if I think of anything, I'll definitely let you know."

You nodded. "Yeah, sure. Thanks."

Morgan gave you a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before wandering off to find JD. Even with the party finally starting to get under swing, your mind couldn't help but begin to drift off to more unsavory thoughts. Just how often did Vanessa frequent Havenfall if both Diego and Morgan seemed to recognize her? Did that mean Helena was meeting with her more often than she'd let on? Were they closer than just colleagues? I mean, you couldn't blame her for choosing someone who looked like Vanessa over someone who looked like.. well.. you..

She was hot.. fit.. beautiful in a way you could never be.

And you were, well.. you.

You subconsciously pulled at the blouse that just a few moments ago had filled you with such confidence, wondering if there was even a point. How could you compete with that? With.. her? How could you be expected to-

"Frances?"

You were jerked abruptly from your thoughts, Helena's pensive face in front of yours.

"Is something the matter? You looked a thousand miles away."

Immediately filled with embarrassment, you quickly shook your head.

"Oh! Yes, no.. I'm fine.. really, I'm fine!" You answered, chuckling nervously.

The blonde hummed low before linking her arm in yours.

"Well, then.. come and accompany us over by the stage, hm?"

The.. stage??

As you followed Helena past the lanes and towards the back of the arcade room, you found that the blonde was right - there was indeed a small platform back there. One that you were certain hadn’t been there before.

"What in the-"

"Ohhh, just wait! You guys are gonna love this!" JD exclaimed as they practically ran over to the two of you. More excited than you'd ever seen them.

"JD.. what.."

"Fuck! Is Razi ever gonna regret buying this." They laughed, holding up a small microphone.

Karaoke. Razi had actually purchased a karaoke machine. Gods, save us all.

The moment JD slipped on their sunglasses, stepped onto the stage and started dancing around it, Morgan's sigh was all too prevalent in your ear as she came to stand beside you - a low baseline coming through steadily from the speakers. You chuckled before turning to her.

"That bad, huh?"

She sighed again. "Jordan's actual singing voice is really quite nice, but of course they'd never be caught dead using it properly in public."

"Ah, gotcha."

You laughed and shook your head, trying to figure out where you had heard that guitar riff before and why it sounded so familiar. You were fairly certain the song choice was of the Metal genre - which would be on par for JD's taste in music - but the underlying melody reminded you of something else. Of something you'd heard a million times before but couldn't quite put your finger on-

Oh.. oh no

JD smirked as the intro diminished, the first lyric sung boastfully from their lungs.

"We're no strangers to looove…"

Morgan groaned immediately. "Jordan! For fucks sake, no!"

"You know the rules, and so do IIII…"

Helena turned to you, obviously a bit amused at the crowd's reaction.

"I am afraid I do not understand the reference. Why are so many people opposed to this song choice?"

JD sang even louder. You wouldn't get this from, any other enbyyyyy."

You did your best to speak loud enough for the blonde to hear you, giving her a quick background of the song and what it meant to be "Rick Rolled". Helena laughed and nodded before turning back to the entertainment, her foot tapping along with the melody.

"Never gonna give, gonna give.. give you up!"

Much to her dismay, you couldn't help but laugh and cheer every time JD pointed to Morgan during the chorus. An act that only made her groan even louder. And the moment the song ended, you could hear Razi yelling from the back of the room.

"I'm docking your pay for that, Jordan!"

The enby bowed dramatically, giving you a little wink before hopping off the stage.

"Mh.. seems that is my queue, little one." Helena whispered to you, giving you a smirk.

"Wha-?"

You stood, a blush already dusting your cheeks and your mouth agape. She was.. she was going to sing???

You took a deep, steadying breath. Completely unaware that the blonde could even carry a note let alone that you would be graced with whatever celestial sounds were about to part from that delicious mouth of hers. But there she was, basked in a kaleidoscope of colors from the lighting above and looking absolutely ethereal.

"Hold steady, Frances."

You swallowed hard, side-eyeing Morgan. "I'll do my best."

And while you had never heard of the song Helena had chosen before, you knew the moment the first note left her lips that you were done for. A hauntingly beautiful melody - smooth Alto notes sang in a soft (what you assumed was her native tongue) German. Your mouth was still open when JD came to stand next to you, nudging you softly in the ribcage.

"Hear something you like? Hm?"

They wiggled their eyebrows at you but all you could do was stare. Of course she sang like a fucking goddess. Of course she was fucking perfect.

Too perfect.

Too fucking perfect.

And here you were, with your mediocre self, expecting her to feel the same? Pssh.

"Psst.. you know what has to happen now, right?" Morgan whispered, her eyes glued to the stage and the incredible being that was on it.

"No."

"Yes! You'd blow her away and you know it."

"No. Not a chance."

"Yess, you have to."

"Are you even listening to her right now? It's-!"

"Don't you dare tell me it's pointless, Frances. Just because she has a gorgeous voice doesn't mean that yours isn't just as hot!"

For the first time since Helena had started singing you looked away from the stage, staring blankly at your friend. "... y-you think… I'm.. ah-"

"Yes, I think, and so does JD… and Razi.. and everyone else in Havenfall who's heard you sing to yourself. So.. you're going to get up there and you're gonna make that woman breathless!"

You sighed, admitting defeat. "Fine, but I choose the song!"

"Fine! Which?"

You smirked. "Rooms on Fire. Good luck finding it."

Morgan smirked even wider and you immediately swallowed. "Bold of you to assume JD hasn't already programmed Stevie Nicks' entire discography into that thing. They've had a thing for her since forever."

You swallowed again. "... Fuck."

***

Helena's body was all a buzz as she stepped down from the small podium. Electrically charged and tingling from the applause of her soon to be peers. She wasn't even sure what had made her get up and do it. And by the look on Frances' face, she was just as stunned. But there was something about being in the round woman's presence that always gave Helena a boost. That gave her the type of courage that made her feel like she could do just about anything. And in that moment, all she wanted to do was to show that warm, delightfully kind woman one of her gifts.

And hopefully - just hopefully - receive some of hers in return.

So you can imagine the look of surprise that sprung to the vampire's face and feeling of elation that rolled over her when Frances stepped up onto the stage. As the same warm light that had just washed over her casted the woman in a brilliant hue, making her look even more beautiful to the Sorceress than she already did.

A brief lapse of time, a single breath of silence before the song started. And it was that moment, when the first flawless note fell from Frances' lips, that Helena knew. Knew why she'd initially been drawn to her and what had kept her so enthralled since.

After all this time, searching between the two realms in which she had inhabited, she had finally found her. A soul as pure and kind as the woman who had saved her from the darkness many years ago. The woman who bore the same face as the one who had stripped her of everything and gave her a life renewed. She had never once, in all her years since leaving the realm she then called home, came across another person who had shone as bright as that woman did.

But here, in that solitary moment of clarity, as the melodic notes rang out from Frances' body and danced across Helena like a lullaby from some other place - like a spell from some archaic time that sang out into the heavens and carved itself into sky - that's when she knew. That's when it all became clear, that Frances was also a keeper of that light - of that bright soul that soothed over the vampire like a celestial balm.

Helena also knew that from that point she'd no longer be able to ignore her feelings for the woman. That her tendencies to mute her emotions and stifle those desires within that seemed to burn with the heat of a thousand suns would no longer be possible.

And as she watched the music take hold of this incredible creature, with all of Frances' curves swaying to the melody - eyes closed and cheeks a gorgeous hue of rose - she made a silent vow to both herself and the woman in front of her. A promise that she would no longer take the coward's way out when it came to her heart and what it deserved. That she would channel that courage she always felt when Frances was around and finally tell her..

Finally tell her that she was, undoubtedly and without measure, falling for her.

***

You opened your eyes as soon as the last note faded off, the crowd before you standing stunned - in awe - almost in disbelief at what they'd just witnessed. And while you were more than used to people's reaction to your voice, you still smiled proudly to yourself. A subtle blush dusting your cheeks as a resounding applause rang out from some of your favorite people.

"Holy shit, Frances. That was incredible!" JD beamed. "You did our girl Stevie some serious justice."

You chuckled. "Thanks, Jordan."

"They ain't lying, friend, that was the best I've ever heard you sing." Added Morgan as she handed you a tiny piece of cloth for your forehead, which you gratefully took.

"Thank you, one might say I was a little inspired."

"Well, inspiration suits you well, then, little one."

Helena's praise caught you off guard, immediately making you turn and face her.

"I- .. uh.. th-thank you? I mean.. ahem.. yeah.. ah, thanks, Helena." You stammered, rubbing the back of your neck.

Helena only nodded but you could tell the blonde had wanted to say more. A fact that must not have been lost on Morgan either as she quickly cleared her throat and hooked her arm into JD's.

"Well, we'll leave you two to talk."

"We will?? But I was just about to ask Frances if she wanted to-"

JD's words stopped mid-sentence the moment their eyes caught Morgan's.

"Oh.. right.. I mean.. we'll leave you two to .. talk."

The enby's subtle tone and small wink was more than enough to fluster you before they sauntered off, your cheeks heating up ever so slightly.

"That Jordan is a rather peculiar person. They remind me of someone I knew back home."

For some reason the thought of Helena being friends with their own version of JD made you feel incredibly warm inside, almost as if an invisible thread had always connected the two of you.

"Really?" You laughed.

"Mh, indeed. His name was Iseul. Your friend Jordan has a very similar spark of mischief to them." She answered, the deep blues of her eyes seeming to wander off in thought for a moment before she continued. "You remind me of someone I once knew as well, Frances."

Now that.. that..

You took a deep, steadying breath as a wash of warmth spread over you like a freshly drawn bath, re-igniting the desire in you that you had, admittedly, done your best to ignore over the past couple of months.

You felt your cheeks heat up a little more before you spoke. "O-oh? Really?"

The blonde hummed, looking almost sad. "She was, until now, the kindest woman I had even known."

You swallowed hard, not even sure how to respond to that information. In all honesty, there was nothing more you wanted to do than grab onto her, hold her close, and scream out into the heavens how much she meant to you. But you also knew that, of all places, the local bowling alley was not the place to make such affections known.

Nor was it the right time…

Probably.

As you collected your thoughts, you took a moment to scan your surroundings. Razi and Mac had seemingly found themselves in a rather heated game of bowling as Diego watched, sipping silently from the tiny flask that he normally kept on him. As for the arcade area, you couldn’t help but chuckle when your gaze landed on JD and Vanessa going head to head in a very excited round of DDR, the sound of Morgan cheering them heard throughout the entire bowling alley.

You swallowed again before smiling and tentatively took the blonde's hand in yours.

"What do you say we take a walk after all of this? There's a place I'd really like to show you, if that's alright with you?"

Helena smiled in turn, her eyes brightening to almost match the color of her shirt. "I would like that very much, little one."

***

The crisp autumn air met Helena like an old friend as she stepped out onto the curb - the wind softly blowing just cold enough to bite at her cheeks, reddening them. With a large moon above them, the Huntress walked silently beside the Vampire, biding her time until they got to her van.

"I want to thank you again for coming, Vanessa." Helena spoke, breaking the silence.

"No worries at all. I had fun actually."

The blonde chuckled. "As did I."

Vanessa shifted nervously from one foot to the other, smiling in a way that made Helena more anxious than she would've liked. The idea of Frances not being safe when she wasn't around.. well, that was a thought that only made the Sorceress' heart sink.

"Out with it." She said plainly.

Vanessa sighed.

"Well, the good news is that I can confidentially tell you that nobody in Frances' immediate circle is part of Dagon's coven."

Helena nodded. "That is good, at least."

"That being said, I can also tell you that most of the people within that circle.. aren't human. And that at least one of them is a vampire."

Helena's gaze shifted quickly. "Which?"

"Diego."

The blonde hummed in thought.

"What about JD and Morgan?"

"Morgan is human as far as I can tell. JD is.. well, I'm not exactly sure what JD is, but it's an energy I've never encountered before. So, whatever they are, it's something rare."

Helena chuckled to herself, recalling the time when Frances had called JD 'one of a kind'.

"That does not surprise me. In your opinion, though, would you say that Frances is safe?"

Helena asked the question simply, for that was the most important thing. Everything else was secondary. Everything else could be discussed at a later time. On a night when the air wasn't so clear and she didn't have that incredible woman waiting for her.

The Huntress nodded, a curtain of dark hair falling into her face.

"I do. At this point anyways. I still have some digging to do, but I'll contact you if I find anything that makes me feel otherwise."

"You have my gratitude, Helsing. Thank you."

"Anytime. You just leave all the boring stuff to me and enjoy the rest of your night." Vanessa replied with a wink before climbing into her van.

The blonde smirked. "Oh, that I intend to."

***

To be perfectly honest, you'd been planning on taking Helena to the lake ever since the plans for that evening were first made. And when Jordan had found out, the spark of mischief and excitement in their eyes was so bright it almost lit up the whole room. Even before you had left the bowling alley they pulled you aside.

"You're still taking her to the lake, yeah?"

A cheeky wink and subtle smirk was all you got in reply when you answered 'yes', which only made you slightly nervous. You knew deep down that if JD had some sort of surprise in the works, it would only be in your favor. They knew how much Helena had meant to you. And honestly, other than Morgan, they'd been the most supportive through it all.

The sky was littered with thousands of twinkling stars as you pulled up to the lake, all paying homage to the bright moon that hung among them. That casted a brilliant reflection into the still water and made you all the more confident in your decision to bring her there. It was beautiful, just like Helena. Almost so that it almost seemed too luminous to be real…

… Just like Helena.

"I see why you like this place, little one." The blonde said, closing her door.

"Oh?"

"Mh, on a night like tonight, it almost looks like a painting."

You smiled, wanting to say more than a quiet "That, it does." As if any sight could compete with how the moonlight danced upon Helena's rosen cheeks and frolicked throughout her hair. How her eyes sparkled and gleamed, making the stars above only pale in comparison. She was a literal work of art, a masterpiece within herself. A goddess walking on earth. She was-

"Frances?"

Her soft tone caught you off guard, and when her gaze met yours you'd almost forgotten how to speak entirely. She looked at you in a way no other person had, as if you were a lifeline and she were a rope. Tethered and frayed and yet oh so beautiful.

"Ah, sorry.. was I staring?"

"Mh.. a little." She chuckled.

"S-sorry."

When you rubbed the back of your neck subconsciously she took your other hand.

"Do not be."

Her voice was soft but the look in her eyes was even softer. A subtle heat coming to your cheeks as she took your other hand in hers, leaning in ever so slightly.

Did she want to-

Was she going to-

Helena took another step closer and you almost immediately fell back, moving away with such abruptness that you nearly toppled over the hood of your car. But, of course, Helena caught you.

"Fuck. Sorry. I.. ah.. shit."

"It is I who should be sorry, little one. I should not have assumed."

For the first time since you'd met her, the blonde looked embarrassed. Which honestly only made you feel worse. You shook your head vehemently.

"No, no. Please. Fuck. You did nothing wrong, Helena. It's just.. ah.. there's some things about me we should probably talk about before this goes any further."

With that Helena took a step back, looking at you thoughtfully and nodded.

"By all means. I am, as they say, all ears."

Before a single word had even fallen from your lips you could feel the subtle sting of tears - pooling at the corners of your eyes and betraying your emotions. You hated this part. You always had. When the love interest finds out your secret and opts for just being friends instead. Though, admittedly, you had genuinely hoped for just a little more time before having to say goodbye to Helena.

"Frances." She said softly, your hands still in hers. "There is, without doubt, not a single thing you could tell me about yourself that I would not be able to accept."

There was a shadow of something darker that lurked within the blonde's gaze that instantly made you believe her. Her eyes a stormier blue than you'd seen before - heavier, sullen - as if they held an untold story of long ago. You took a deep, calming breath - for you knew that, despite your fears, there was nothing in the world you wanted more than to trust her.

"Alright, well.. you see, I'm.. demisexual."

You could tell by the look on her face that it was a phrase Helena hadn't heard before, her eyes giving you a once over.

"I apologize, Frances. I have not.. is this something similar to a demigod?"

At this you couldn't help but laugh, an act that was honestly much needed and actually made you feel a lot more relaxed.

You snorted. "I wish. I'm afraid the only "super power" it gives me is being somewhat sexually stunted."

Helena moved to stand next to you, leaning back against the front of your car - her gaze looking out thoughtfully onto the water.

"Would it help you to know, little one, that, in my own way, that is something I quite understand."

You turned to face her, fingers still locked in hers and resting on the hood of the car. She looked so open, so attentive to whatever it was that you had to tell her. Her eyes shimmering in a way that almost seemed magical. You took another deep breath and pushed back the tears that still were begging to be released.

"Alright.. here goes nothing.." You let out a heavy sigh and felt Helena squeeze your hand a little tighter. "Being demi.. basically means that without a strong emotional bond with a person, my sexual desire for them will be… lack thereof."

The blonde stood quietly, only listening, so you continued.

"While being demi is a spectrum, and some people may only need a strong friendship connection to feel that, for me… well.. it's usually always taken a very strong.. and albeit long.. romantic connection for me to feel, well, aroused with someone."

Helena nodded. "I understand."

"That being said.. you, Helena.. you've made me feel things that I very rarely ever feel, almost immediately.. and to say that I haven't thought of or wouldn't like to sleep with you already is well.. ah.." You felt your cheeks immediately redden and chuckled, shaking your head. "Here I am just assuming that's something you'd actually want from me."

Helena looked at you silently for a moment before speaking."... You assume correctly, Frances. I find myself very attracted to you."

And now you were blushing even harder.

"O-oh."

Helena chuckled. "You are an incredible woman, Frances."

"I.. well.." You took yet another deep breath, trying to collect your thoughts within the chaos of your mind. As if saying what you had to say wasn't hard enough already. "But see.. that's the thing, Helena.. like, you're so beautiful and kind and intriguing and sexy and to say I haven't thought of us together more than a few times in the last few months is well.. it's different for me and I... ahh-"

The blonde inched herself a little closer to you and hummed. "Breathe, little one."

And you did, deeply. Closing your eyes as you let the crisp Fall air and subtle undertones of juniper that rolled off of Helena wash over you.

"Attraction aside…" You exhaled, ".. with how my sexual desire works.. I have no clue when that would actually happen for us."

Helena nodded again. "I understand."

"And so, this is probably where you leave. And I can't even blame you.. 'cause who wants to wait months or even years before becoming sexually intimate with someone? Other than me, that is, but I'm an outlier and shouldn't be counted."

"My dear Frances, you should always be counted."

"Well, that.."

You grinned all too widely and looked down at your hands that were still interlocked. The subtle pink that dusted your round cheeks swiftly deepening and painting them in a warm crimson.

"And as it was, little one, I have absolutely no intention of leaving you. When I say that I find myself very attracted to you.. it is not solely on a physical level. You see, my soul feels lighter when you are near. My thoughts warm when I think of you and my heart seems to ache when I have not had the pleasure of your company for awhile. I believe that I am, wholey and without doubt, falling for you, Frances."

You stared at her blankly for a moment, no words to be had.

"As for my own shortcomings.. sexual and emotional trauma finds me on a similar acumen as you. So, please, do not feel as if we are far apart on these understandings."

You immediately almost felt angry at the thought of anyone mistreating her. This goddess of a woman who deserved to feel nothing but love and compassion for her rest of her days.

"Fuck, I am.. I'm so sorry to hear that, Helena."

The blonde waved her hand dismissively and closed the last bit of distance between you.

"It is a lifetime ago and a story for another night."

You nodded. "Just know I'm always here to listen whenever you're ready to talk about it."

"I know, dear one." Helena smiled, so openly and warmly that you felt your heart lurch a little. The subtle lines in the corners of her eyes creasing as she leaned in closer to cup your cheek. "May I kiss you?"

You felt your cheeks warm beneath the cool touch of her fingers, soft tears forming in your eyes and a laugh upon your lips. "Yes, Helena. You may."

And as her lips touched yours, fireworks lit up the world around you. Not just metaphorically - but physically. Bright and untamed - fire in the sky - that reached out across the heavens above you.

JD's surprise.

It had to be.

You smiled even wider as your kiss deepened. As sparkling embers rained from the sky and your hands came to frame Helena's face. You kissed her softly - tenderly - wanting nothing more than for her to feel just how absolutely precious she was to you. And when the kiss finally broke, you were both crying. Happy tears of emotions long felt. With bright bursts of reds and blues, of oranges and yellows, reflecting across the still of the water as the two of you embraced.

"I'm so glad you came tonight, Helena."

"Mh.. as am I. It was a lovely evening."

"Heh, that it was."

"And who would have thought, that all this time I was in the presence of such a remarkable vocalist."

Helena smirked, making you blush.

"Psh, speak for yourself! That song you sang was beautiful."

The blonde hummed, smiling. "Thank you, little one. It is named 'Diese kalte Nacht'. It is by the band Faun. I am rather fond of them."

You chuckled to yourself. You knew if JD were there they would have made one of their legendary puns right about now.. "Oh, so you'd say you're... FAUNd of them?"

"Well, I can't say that I understood any of it, but you sang it beautifully."

"As did you, Frances. I do not know of this Stevie Nicks, but I have to wonder if her voice is anywhere near comparable to yours."

You looked at her for a moment, mouth agape.

"Oh, that's it. We are so having a Stevie Nicks night at my place!"

"Mh.. consider it a date."

***

You had just crawled into bed when your phone went off.

Morgan: Yoooo.. you awake?

You: Yep! Just got home, actually lol.

Morgan: Oh? How'd it go??

You: Really, really good. We uh.. we kissed.

Morgan: I knew it! We knew she liked you! Jordan is gonna be fucking ecstatic when I tell them.

You: lol You guys are the best.

Morgan: Well, you deserve it :]

You: Thanks lol

Morgan: Ah.. not to add some unwanted mystery to the evening... but I figured out why Vanessa looked so familiar. Had a little chat with Diego after you left.

You: Oh????

Morgan: Um.. yeah.. she's a fucking vampire hunter.

You: A.. WHAT?!

#lovestruck #women of lovestruck #love and legends #havenfall is for lovers #helena klein #frances/reader #jordan davies #Morgan/Havenfall MC #razi nassar #mackenzie hunt #diego escalona #vanessa helsing #helena klein x reader #helena klein x frances #fluff #fluffy #first kiss fic #miscellaneous monday

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unrealization · 2 months

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ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?

Well, this account was me desperately grasping for the feeling doing RP used to give me. It started with a desire to write certain characters from Dead By Daylight, but I figured I may as well add every character I've written in the past as well so I could finally have the space to keep them all at least somewhat alive. I could go into more specifics for specific muses, but we'd be here all day.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

To be honest? No. Unless I get stuck writing the same type of plot over and over again I'm pretty much happy to do anything. I'm sure everyone gets the ick from something every now and then, but it tends to be something I stumble into. There are a few ships that I simply won't write if that will suffice as an answer.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?

Angst, I guess. I like putting characters in dark places so they can really show you who they are. I actually struggle with characters who are too well-adjusted and happy. My home is in the cracks in their psyche.

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?

Oh of course. Every single character I've ever thought seriously about has a few. I don't think anyone doesn't, despite some people saying so. There are simply so many gaps in your average story to be filled that we feel compelled to fill them. Canon tells me how a character behaves in their element, and I NEED headcanons to take them out of that element.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?

Music, for sure. I have a very large writing playlist that I've compiled over the years filled with music that inspires me without being too distracting. Sometimes I will actually pick music to fit the mood of what I'm writing to keep myself focused. It is basically the only antidote for losing myself in a thought black hole at times.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?

It depends. Generally I like to give myself a little outline if I can. Plan out certain beats that I need to hit in a reply. Other times the idea just hits like a wave and I just let it carry me out.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

Oh yeah, of course. Its funny because in the context of RP I've actually found myself enjoying really random ships I would have never considered otherwise but I had a great partner and we made it work somehow.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?

Irons! Yeah I'm not sure I even remember where it came from or when I started using it, but it is unique enough, and I'm attached to it. Several IRL friends even call me Irons. It is literally nothing like my real name, either.

ᴀɢᴇ?

30. Been writing since I was 9 if you want an idea of how much time its been for me.

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

August 15th!

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?

I tend to be drawn to reds. Go figure, right?

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?

Impossible to pick a favorite.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

I think it was When Evil Lurks. Very interesting movie, but don't watch it if you're not down to see some fucked up shit.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Invincible.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?

No More What Ifs

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?

I'm very into sushi. Please try to find a good sushi place near you, I promise you won't regret it.

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?

Autumn. Big Haloween fan, and it means Summer is over.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?

Honestly? No. I don't know what it is, but I feel like I barely talk to anybody here. Its not that I don't want to, I'm just never sure what the best way to engage is. I guess I'm inclined to say topaz (@ruiination/@ochazos) But that barely counts since we know each other outside of the site. Still I wouldn't be here at all if it wasn't for them always encouraging me so I'm comfortable naming them as such.

tagged: Stolen from @yukcri

Tagging: Anyone who wants to!

#meta ✎ ooc #[I know this doesn't count as activity]

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b1ueoff1ine · 1 year

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Healing - Part 3

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

Otto Octavius FanFiction

Prompt/Summary: long #6 -Life is hard, especially for a single mother, but you've made the best of it and took a new job as the secretary for a billionaire. A terrible tragedy rocks his world and you're there as a shoulder to cry on as he heals. During the healing process, however, he finds you are more important to him than he originally thought.

Warnings: Age gap.(Let me know if I missed any!)

Word Count: 747

A/N: go y/n being an amazing single mom for day 8

Full 14 Days Of Valentine's Collection

You parked in an open spot and got out of your car. As you walked towards the building, you got a call from the daycare.

Your daughter was fighting with the other kids. Great. Just great. You got back in your car and drove to the daycare.

When your daughter got in, to your surprise, she looked sad and upset.

"What's wrong, dear?" You asked her.

"The other kids were calling me names. And one of them stole my stuffty."

You hit the breaks and turned around, headed back to the daycare. "They did what?"

"They stole my stuffty and called me names." Your daughter was close to crying now.

"It's alright. I'll get it back for you."

You parked and stormed into the daycare with your daughter in tow.

"Which child here stole my princess's toy?" You were angry as you said this. One of the daycare staff told you to calm yourself, and that no one had stolen anything.

But you knew otherwise. "Then why is she so upset? You said she was fighting. But no, the other kids picked on her for no reason!"

"Well, they may have called her a few names. But that doesn't give her a reason to hit them." The staff woman told you.

Then you caught sight of it- your daughter's toy ripped ro shreds in the corner. "Oh, hell no."

You went to the corner and picked up the shreds of the toy, shoving them in the staff women's face. "They tore her toy apart. She had every reason to hit them."

"Good heavens."

"Yeah." You hissed through your teeth. You dropped the peices at her feet and stormed out. You daughter followed.

"Thanks mom..." D/N said.

"No problem." You replied, still seething. "How about I go get you a new toy?"

"Yes please!" She exclaimed.

You stopped by the store on your way to work, grabbing your daughter an even bigger toy.

"Want to come watch me work?" You asked your daughter.

"Sure!" She nodded.

You parked in a parking spot and helped your daughter out of the car. Then you headed in, and the secretary was super understanding about the situation and even gave your daughter a candy.

You walked with D/N to Dr. Octavius's office. She oohed and awed at all the experiments.

"You work here? This is awesome!" She exclaimed.

"I'm glad you think so." You gestured to where Dr. Octavius was working. "I work for him."

D/N gaped her jaw at the actuators on his back. "What. Are. Those?" She asked you.

"Actuators. They mostly help him with his work. But they have a mind of their own."

She seemed excited at that. She tried to run ahead, but you stopped her. "They aren't exactly used to surprises. So be careful."

"Oh... okay then." She said fearfully.

You laughed. "Dr. Octavius, this is my daughter. She had a bit of an accident this morning, so I decided it was okay if she watched us work."

Dr. Octavius looked up and smiled. "Its quite alright."

"Thanks. Say hello." You told your daughter.

"Hello..." She said.

Dr. Octavius chuckled. "Shy?"

D/N nodded.

"She wanted to say hello before I even told her to." You laughed. "She was interested in your actuators."

"Ah, yes. The actuators." Dr. Octavius smiled again.

D/N ended up helping you gofer things for Dr. Octavius the rest of the day. She enjoyed it.

"Everyone loves your daughter." Dr. Octavius commented, everyone smiling at her while she gave them all a peice of candy.

"She's quite outgoing, isnt she?"

Dr. Octavius nodded. "Indeed she is."

"Is it alright if I bring her again on Monday?" You asked. "Her previous daycare really didn't care what happened to the children."

"Why not?" He said. "It's clear she enjoys it."

"Thanks, Dr. Octavius."

"Please, call me Otto." He smiled

You returned his smile. "Come on, D/N. It's time to go home."

"Awe, but I wanna stay!"

You laughed. "I know, but you get to come on Monday instead of daycare."

She seemed happy with that. "Okay! Bye Dr. Octavius!" She exclaimed.

You exited the building, your daughter pulling you down the parking lot. You both got in the car, and you drove home.

You decided to make D/N's favorite meal, {dish}. After making that plus something for yourself, you both ate the meal together.

Then you tucked D/N in and headed to bed, eager for Monday.

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timelessfm · 8 months

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𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙺 𝙾𝙽𝙴 : 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶

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𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚁𝙾𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : ongoing

an assistant comes to fetch you just as you're about to leave for your break but by the look on their face, you can tell your lunch plans are definitely getting postponed. you can't see their badge and they look only vaguely familiar so you suppose it's some new hire that you just missed in all the chaos. or maybe you just didn't pay attention in the first place.

they ask you to follow them to the elevator and on the way out of the office, you pass your teammate, also following an assistant. you nod, you exchange a look, try to read their face because you haven't got the slightest idea about where you're going or what to expect—you get nothing, though. the moment passes too quickly and you get into the elevator, the button pressed for three floors up. just before the doors close, you can see the agent looking back at you over their shoulder and shaking their head. this can't be good.

usually, you call them debriefing rooms, doesn't sound as dramatic as interrogation room but you can tell that this is what's about to happen. one missing link, you have to check how stable the rest of them are.

there are two people waiting for you, with thin-lipped smiles and hands folded on top of manila folders. you're sick at the sight of them, the folders. they've been driving you crazy these past few days.

"please, agent, take a seat," one of them tells you as they gesture at the empty chair on the opposite side of the table. "this is dr benton. you can call me agent wood. how are you today?"

you answer and then ask what's this about. they're being suspiciously calm and collected. nice, even.

"before we start, this conversation is going to be recorded and i'm afraid it's non-negotiable," agent wood says and presses a button on the tape recorder in front of them. you look at dr benton but they stay silent. "we have a couple of questions regarding agent london that we ask all of your team members to answer. considering your close relationships with agent london, work or otherwise, we believe that your input might help locate him."

of course that's what this is about.

"can you tell us about the last time you saw agent london? when was that?" agent wood asks, pen in hand, a blank sheet of paper in front of him.

more questions follow. what did you discuss with him the last time you saw him? was there anything different about him? did anything about him seem off? different? that's easy. then they hit you with the complicated ones. the fun ones, if that's the way you look at it.

"any idea why agent london chose to do what he did? you must have some thoughts. maybe he shared something with you? something that might suggest what his motives are?" no sneaky embellishing, they're just asking directly. and they expect a direct answer. "what about the missions he chose to sabotage? anything stands out to you about these in particular? something special?"

you answer everything, all the questions and any other offshoot ideas they throw at you, you tell them what you think—whether they believe you or not, that's not entirely clear.

"can you tell us about your relationship with agent london? outside work, are you friends? close?" agent wood asks another one, dr benton keeps staring at you, all quiet. "is there a significant conflict of interest that might impact your involvement in operation london?"

by the end of the questioning, agent wood has a few pages worth of scribbles to slot into one of the folders. after they come to the conclusion that they won't get anything else valuable out of you, they press the stop button on the tape recorder and stand up. they shake your hand, thank you for your cooperation and ask for patience in awaiting for directions.

the assistant leads you out of the room and you head for the elevators, back down to the offices. on your way to the floor, you pass your teammate, also following an assistant. they nod, you exchange a look but you don't think that's enough for them to know what they're getting into. the moment passes too quickly and they get into the elevator. just before the doors close, you look back at them over your shoulder and shake your head. this isn't good.

we finally have our first task ! it is not mandatory but strongly encouraged and it will count towards activity. you can respond to this task in any way, shape or form you wish—it can be done as a self-para, short bullet point answers, a script, whatever you feel most comfortable with. the goal is to have your character answer the interrogation questions, which have been bolded. feel free to godmod the interrogators a little, if there's a question that logically works with the line of questioning you feel like adding, go ahead ! if you have any questions, as always, you can pop them into one of the discord channels. big thank you to clow for suggesting it & helping with the questions ❤️ happy writing & i can't wait to see your responses !

#tfm:task #this has been in the drafts for almost two weeks this is Embarrassing................#slowest admin award goes to me<3 #if u see typos pls no you don't it's almost midnight

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toasteaa · 1 year

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I’m not someone who sends you asks regularly or anything but that anon seemed kinda rude so I just wanted to say please don’t apologize to them for not “writing enough”. It’s your blog and you’re making free content. You can do whatever you want - if you want to ask for interaction that’s ok! I think as a writer it’s always nice to have interactions with your followers. Sending you good vibes, you’re doing great! 💗

I forgot to respond to this and I think I was going to have a really heartfelt reply but then the Tighnari brainrot took over again and I am more powerful than I have ever been this entire period of seasonal depression

I think my problem is that I like interaction and engagement a little too much - it kinda goes back to how I want to appear well adapted to social situations and that I know what to say/what to write in order to keep people interested in what I have to say. Because I tend to ramble irl and catch myself afterwards because I may have annoyed someone or spoke for too long, I try to avoid that online. My brain conflates interaction and engagement with how "annoying" I'm being. So if I have a good post that continues circulating or I have people conversing with me about how they feel about something, I gauge it as a success!

However, that means when I make a post and it gets little to no engagement and no conversations started, I feel as though I've failed a social interaction and I worry that I may have offended, bothered, or otherwise made someone disinterested in what I have to say. This hits especially hard when I really want to reach out and talk with others but I worry that anything I say will not be up to par with their expectations of me, my writing, or how I would be as a person outside of social media.

I know a lot of people feel this way and it's rough! It can be difficult navigating spaces when you're too worried about what others think about you - trust me, I know! But it helps to think about and know that sharing your thoughts, whether it's with an openly responsive group of people or just on your blog for yourself, is always a good thing for you to do! Keep writing, keep creating, keep doing the things you want to do because even if it gets no likes, you still enjoyed doing it!

#toast talks #anon I'm so sorry I exploded on your ask I have been thinking about this for awhile #The depression fog is lifting can you tell?

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thejokig23 · 7 months

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My brother forced me to borrow his copy of Tears of the Kingdom, here are some thoughts:

It is really frustrating doing the memories quest first and the game Not Acknowledging it Ever. Link please tell people "hey uhhh that's not Zelda. Zelda's the worm on a string that just popped up. Yeah."

While the weapon durability is still not my cup of tea, it is improved by letting you workshop new shit together. Probably just because I like Monster Hunter and I am predisposed to enjoying monster bits on sticks.

Armour sucks. I can go on, but the gist is that damage threshold systems do NOT work with games that revolve solely on vertical progression. That, and upgrading armour is SUCH a slog.

The hand abilities are so much better than the slate's runes. I find I'm much more creative with them and don't feel like I'm cheesing stuff.

The dungeons are kinda underwhelming. While visually they are an improvement over the four Shiekah robots, they are mechanically less interesting. Despite having last done the Divine Beasts maybe three years ago, I can remember distinct events from each one. However, I struggle to think of anything interesting to say about the four temple mere DAYS after completing them.

Shrines are better. They are overall shorter, more creative, and more free-form than in Breath of the Wild.

Aside from Queen Gibdo, the dungeon bosses were all easier than the regular enemies I was findibg right outside their doors. Queen Gibdo, on the other hand, was a bitch to fight. Overall, they felt like classic Zelda bosses put in a game that doesn't suit classic Zelda bosses, except Queen Gibdo who has shitty hitboxes and just feels Bad.

New enemies are very good. I like like likes, even if they have nothing in common with the old like likes. Gibdo are very unique, all the others are pretty cool. However, I do think every part of the map should have gotten something like the Gibdo, a unique monster with a particular weakness. Like, Dodongo in Eldin, or Wolfos in Hebra.

I feel mixed on the ending. On one hand, the fight with Ganondorf was great (aside from being piss easy). It felt the most like a true duel compared to other fights in the series, although I was winning hit trades against him at half the max hearts and half the max defense of my gear, which should NOT be happening, especially when the Lynel at the entrance would kill me in one hit.

On the other hand, something about Link getting their arm back and Zelda going back to being human just feels weak to me. It kinda lost some of the potency, and everything building up how Draconification was irreversible made it so when it was reversed, it just killed my interest in the world afterwards.

Champion abilities vs Sage abilities: Champions win. Tulin and Revali are comparable, but otherwise the Champions blow them out of the water. If they were better merged into your base toolkit, I'd get more use out of them. I'd probably copy what they did with Tulin and make their ability prompt be based on what you're currently doing: press A while pulling back an arrow to activate Riju's ability, press A when you're throwing something to pick up Yunobo, and hold A after a shield swing to get Sidon's bubble.

Mineru's mech mechanics should get built upon into their own game. I am 100% serious. As is, it's a fun gimmick on occasion but she does so little damage it isn't worth it once there are any enemies stronger than blue

Cooking is just as overpowered as it used to be, but the menu is bad and doesn't give you any way of knowing how many meals you can hold

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saviorfoxowlis · 2 years

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N:Era: Call of The Wild Part 4: Brown Liquid Boogaloo

A butterfly landed on a tulip, only to burst away while a fox pounced the flower.

"I feel alive!" Cyras shouted before going, "WOOO!"

For the first time ever, Cyras hadn't felt sleepy that afternoon. However, she felt a lot more... jittery.

"She's so much more annoying like this." Ahmond shook her head and went further down the dirt path, into a more rural, secluded area of the countryside.

Earlier, Cyras asked why they weren't going to the ice cream shop, however Ahmond explained they didn't live at the shop, but at a house. The shop was just some of their territory, not their sleeping quarters.

Lilu said, "Alright, Cyras, we're here." They came upon a twenty-foot house made of logs. As they entered, Cyras saw the place was less fancy than Lilu's. Just a rug, a couch, and a chair, and a tiny kitchen.

However, from that kitchen, a strong scent brewed, like the brown liquid Lilu gave her. Coffee.

"Ooh, can you buy me more of that coffee?" Cyras asked Lilu.

"Um, I'll get you some," Ahmond told her. "Mosor, Kyofi, Vanos, Mynt, Baynana, I brought home some friends for a sleepover."

"Are you getting more family members?" Lilu asked, "because I thought there was like, three, before."

A yellow coywolf walked down, and Cyras' jaw dropped as she saw him.

He was slender, with a small patch of brown on his cheek like a mole. The saunter he walked with made him see more enticing, and he was truly beautiful, like a banana. Wait, that wasn't the prettiest way to say that.

A twinge at her tail made her yelp as Ahmond had stomped on her. With a glare, she stared at the whistling coywolf.

The yellow one came down, and said, "We weren't expecting any company, but please feel free to make yourselves comfortable." His brows furrowed, as he came to Cyras. "Ah, you're the new one, yes?"

"My name is Cyras," she told him while staring into his bright blue eyes.

"My name is Vanos, pleasure to meet you." He brushed past her, sending a wave of excitement through her. Then he went back upstairs.

"Baynana should be up in my room," Ahmond said. "Lilu and I can sleep on the floor."

"Why should I sleep on the floor?" Lilu asked, "when I'm the guest?"

"Because your bed at home is way nicer than mine is."

Cyras wasn't interested in their ensuing argument, so she drifted away from them. Her nose carried her to the kitchen. Her claws hit the tiles, and she scanned the area. A wooden door, like used to access the house, stood barrier between her and stronger scents. Handling the knob, she opened the door, only to find various foods.

Cereals... Grains... Gingerbread…

Cyras grabbed a box of gingerbread mix. She liked bread, so she opened the box, only to see…

...Sand, she thought. Maybe some other type of bread she ate.

With a shrug, she put some on her paw and licked the bread up.

Oh goodness no wonder Lilu thought she was suffering when she had to eat bread this was a crime.

Cyras hacked and got some spit onto the floor.

"Lilu, she's making a mess."

"Bring that up with the Wilder. Last time I started problems with her, she beat me up."

The red and black coywolf came to Cyras and said, "That's gingerbread mix. You're supposed to combine that with other ingredients. I'll cook you a batch."

"Bake."

Ahmond stared at Lilu, who repeated, "Bake a batch. You bake cookies, you can't cook cookies, otherwise, they'd be called... Not cookies."

Cyras hopped onto the counter, and Ahmond shouted, "Get off now."

Jumping off, she asked, "How am I supposed to get to the other doors?"

"You can ask, and I can get you meals," Ahmond said.

"Coffee. I want more coffee."

Ahmond was about to protest when Lilu nodded with a snicker.

Sighing, the coywolf got the pot. She poured a fresh cup for Cyras, before mixing in some other ingredients. Soon, the cup was on a wooden table, with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles on top.

Cyras slurped away at her drink, not waiting for anything to cool since she was used to excessively high heat anyway. The boiling burned the taste buds, but to her, this was little worse than warm water.

She gulped the drink, before releasing a steamy breath. "That clears up the nasal passages."

Lilu said, "She's going to be so hyper."

"Huh, why?" Cyras asked her.

"Caffeine makes you even more excited than usual," Lilu said, "which is why I gave you some. That drink has even more."

"...So you're feeding me stuff that, ahem, makes me more excited?" Cyras asked, suddenly not feeling thirsty anymore.

Lilu rolled her eyes. "Just a joke. Was wanting to see how you'd react while you were on the stuff. No big deal at all."

"I know some mushrooms you can eat, or spoiled fruits, that will make you act weird, just a joke, no big deal at all. You can try some next time you visit the forest."

"Hah, I might take you up on that offer, since I'd rather be there than back at home."

Cyras' expression softened, and she asked, "Lilu, really, what's going on at home? Are you okay?"

Lilu grunted and said, "Nothing, except..."

***

Lilu hadn't even stared at her mom as she ranted and raved at her for leaving.

"You are MY daughter. When I say you're going to do something, you're going to do what I say, and when I say." She wasn't even staring at her child, as she focused on sugaring her tea. "I'm feeling very disrespected right now."

Lilu said, "I show you the same respect I show everyone else."

"Then no one will like you. You're getting too big for your socks, and unless you watch yourself, you're going to end up alone."

Lilu walked out the front door of the palace. Karv tried to stop her, but Lilu brushed past him.

"Of course she walks away."

***

"...Ryvoh slaps me too," Cyras said, "but at the same time... Well, she still loves me."

"My mom only had me to be a princess."

"Lilu, that's awful to say!" Ahmond told her.

"Awful and true," Lilu said as she glanced at the table. "I used to try to impress her, and be good, and everything. At some point, just not worth the hassle. I hate the idea of having to grow up, and having to become a queen one of these days. I see your life, Cyras."

Feral wild eyes met cold pessimistic eyes.

"I wish I was you."

Cyras shook her head then. "My life is really not that great..."

"This life is complicated and complex. I wish there was a place, an endless expanse, I could run away to," Lilu told her, "a place where I could finally be free."

Hiding her retort, Cyras swallowed up more coffee.

"Let's go to the library tomorrow," Lilu said, "and hey, Ahmond, can you get us some honeybuns with our coffees?"

"Yeah," Ahmond said, trying to move away from the talk.

Meanwhile, Cyras knew she was afraid of Ryvoh, and of returning home. Soon as she came back, there was no way Ryvoh would ever let her out of sight again, she had to savor these moments.

Though apparently they weren't as great as she thought.

***

Lilu took them to the library, and Cyras sniffed up the smell of dead oak. Books gave the library a unique smell, a musty perfume.

Rosod sat on an oak chair, and Lilu instructed Cyras on the details of a prank. The fox smirked and slowly came upon the crimson.

As Cyras sought to jump, Rosod flicked a pink string at Cyras, floating her into the air. Cyras gasped and kicked.

"Psychic mana," Rosod said. "Allows me to use my abilities to teleport, levitate, and make barriers. You must think you're the only one with magic, right?"

"How did you know we were coming?" Lilu asked.

Rosod said, "I have eyes in the back of my head." She brushed back her fur to reveal she magically gave herself two extra eyes on the back of her head.

Ahmond said, "That's perturbing!"

Rosod brushed the fur back over the eyeballs. "Anyways, perhaps I should help all of you."

Lilu told Cyras, "We're starving. Go and get us something to eat."

Cyras dashed off, only to catch a snippet of conversation.

Rosod said, "There's no food allowed in a library."

Cyras paused and backtracked.

Lilu said, "Yeah, I know. I just wanted to distract the little Wilder. So, if my prank on you didn't work, we need to pull something on her."

Ahmond said, "Sounds kinda mean."

Cyras peered her head around a shelf and kept her ear up as she listened from twenty feet away.

Lilu said, "She knows nothing. She's adorable. Like, she's always wanting to bite on stuff, put stuff in her mouth, she has boundless energy. We really need to do something, something that would be funny, like a trick she wouldn't recognize. Maybe something with a mirror?"

"She knows about reflections, I'm sure she's seen a lake before," Rosod said.

Lilu rolled her eyes at her snide friend. "I guess. Fine, any recommendations?"

Ahmond said, "Let's keep from doing something too cruel. The point of a joke is to make her have fun too, not to make her angry."

Cyras thought about how annoyed already she was. She slumped on her haunches.

"They think I'm stupid, don't they?"

Ahmond frowned. "This is getting mean."

Lilu laughed, and told her, "Just some hazing. Alright, so yeah, so we all agree with the plan?"

"Not me," Cyras said.

They whirled around in shock to see Cyras, who sidestepped Rosod's 20/20/20/20 vision, and Cyras padded on the ground. "Hope all of you know, I'm not that stupid."

"Cyras," Lilu said.

Cyras raised a paw. "I'm not your pet. Lilu, you're afraid of growing up, right? Well, guess you won't have to worry."

Cyras bolted out of the library.

Lilu growled. "Who does she think she is?"

"Are you getting mad at her for standing up for herself?!" Ahmond said.

"I thought we were friends, wait." Soon as the words came out of Lilu's lips, Ahmond saw a look on Lilu she never saw before. A mix of anger and guilt.

Shame.

"Girls," Rosod said. "We're in a library. Shush." She rolled her shoulders, cracking the bones, popping them loudly in public. Soon she spread her arms out.

Lilu receded into her seat.

"Man," Lilu said, "this is so unfair. She's acting like this is only our fault because we decided to play some games with her. She tried to attack us. She was going to murder us, in the middle of those woods, and never think twice."

Ahmond said, "Lilu, can you think about anyone other than yourself for once? I'm going to go talk to her."

This left the table with the two oldest pairs of friends, and also the two oldest members of the group of once four, Rosod and Lilu.

Rosod steepled her fingers.

Lilu barely acknowledged her.

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morningsunandnightsky · 3 years

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Passion of hope | Lee Mark

friends-to-lovers au

pairing: Mark x reader feat. Jungwoo

Warnings: cursing, playful hitting (lol), slight mention of drinking

Words: 2.8 k

Genre: angst, fluff

sypnosis: he loved you, but he was too big of a coward to admit it. What happens when someone else comes into the picture and he is on the verge of losing you forever?

an: This is inspired by the conversation I had with my friend @69markwoo420 and is written for him. I did not use any pronouns so anyone can enjoy it. This isn't proofread by my beta reader so expect the worst lol.

"You do know, you can just go up to him and tell him you're hopelessly in love with him?" Haechan asks.

“Huh? "What are you on about?"

“Mark. You've been staring at him since the lecture began, which was half an hour ago."

"No, I am not!" "All I was doing was thinking."

"Oh, I'm sure you were."

You give him a nudge and return your attention to your notes. You'd been staring at Mark the whole time, but you'd never admit it.

It has been 3 years since you first met him. You still remember the first time you saw him. You'd just transferred and were looking for your class when a swarm of boys rushed past you, knocking you down. You heard apologies being hurled your way, but none of them looked you in the eyes before walking away.

"What a great start," you thought as you gathered your papers that had been strewn across the floor when you heard a voice ask if you were okay.

When you looked up, you saw the cutest face you'd ever seen. With sparkly dark eyes, messy black hair, and glasses that slid off his nose.

He pushed his glasses back, and a smile spread across his face, causing the apples of his cheeks to protrude. You were in complete awe and didn't know what to say.

That was the first time you felt your heartbeat increase while looking someone in the eyes. The first time you felt that strange feeling in your stomach and the first time someone’s smile made your whole day.

And now, three years later, you still have the same feelings about him.

Jeno looks behind him, trying to figure out what was making Mark turn around every 2 minutes.

He follows Mark's gaze and notices you sitting in the back row, laughing with Haechan. He liked hearing you laugh but he wanted to be the cause of it.

He returns Mark's gaze with a knowing chuckle. Who was attempting to maintain a blank expression but failing badly.

"Why don't you sit next to me?" Mark keeps thinking.

He was aware that he was behaving immaturely and tried to ignore his thoughts, but it didn't work, especially when you were giggling with Haechan. It just didn't make sense! It was just Haechan, your friend who wasn’t even interested in you. He wasn't, was he? No, of course not...he'd be aware of it otherwise. Besides Haechan was more interested in him to be completely honest.

Your class came to an end after what seemed like an eternity. You quickly gathered your belongings and made your way over to Mark and Jeno, who were waiting for you and Haechan at the door.

"Oh my goodness! "That was the most boring shit ever," Haechan exclaims once everyone is outside.

"You act as if we don't have this class every week."

"Even so, this time it was much worse."

"I thought it was fine," you explain.

"Because you weren't even paying attention!" You were too preoccupied-" He stops talking as soon as you punch him in the arm.

"Shut the fuck up," you mumble.

Mark shifts his gaze from Haechan to you but says nothing.

"That sounds familiar," Jeno remarks while casting a glance at Mark.

"Let's go, I'm hungry," Mark says as he puts Jeno in a headlock and pulls him away before anyone else can say anything.

"Jaemin is throwing a party this weekend and wants us to come."

"No, thank you," you respond.

"Oh, please! "I'd already told him we'd be there."

"That's your problem; I've got better things to do than go over there."

"Yeah, what do you mean? Studying? Or perhaps you're sleeping? Because that's all you're ever known to do." Haechan avoids your hand before it reaches his head.

"Let's all go, I'll drive us there. You're sure you don't want to go? Jaemin will be disappointed as well." Mark says.

You want to give him everything he asks for when he looke at you like that, so you do. You say you'll join them.

The week flew by faster than you expected. You would have been pleased if it had been any other week. But now you just want to punch yourself in the face for giving in. Why did he have to stare at you in that way?

It wasn't even his fault. It was yours because you couldn't stop yourself when you were around him.

You sigh as you look at yourself in the mirror.

It wasn't that you disliked parties in general; it was just that this particular one didn't excite you. Because Jaemin's parties were always a mess in one way or another. But you'd already promised to be there, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't come up with a valid excuse.

Mark sends you a message informing you that he and the boys have arrived.

With a final sigh, you exit your apartment and make your way downstairs.

"You look great tonight," Mark says as you take a seat in the passenger seat. You notice him looking away, as if he was trying to hide the blush that was forming on his cheeks.

His hair was styled, and he was dressed in black jeans and a tucked-in shirt. It was a simple outfit, but it made him look as good as ever.

You tell him, smiling to yourself, that he doesn't look too bad either. At the back, Jeno and Haechan exchange knowing glances.

As you enter the house, you greet Jaemin and move ahead to the kitchen. You needed something to drink before going back in there. You look around to see what your options are, but you end up going with what you always choose.

Someone bumps into you and spills it all over the floor before you can even take a sip.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry," a soft voice says.

"It's fine," you say without looking up.

"I wasn't paying attention; I'll help you in cleaning up."

That's when you notice it's him, it was the new student.

"It's you! We share a class, no ?" he asks.

“Yeah! You're Jungwoo, right? "I've seen you around."

"Oh god, I've been wanting to talk to you, but this isn't how I expected it to go..." he says, scratching his chin.

"It was an accident, you're fine!"

You look down at your shirt after you've both cleaned up the mess. Jungwoo notices it as well, and says, "Let's go to the bathroom, I'll help you get it out."

He takes your hand in his and leads you upstairs. "May I?" he asks before removing your shirt. You let him, not knowing why.

You notice him attempting to avoid staring at your body by focusing all of his attention on the shirt in order to avoid making you uncomfortable.

Just as he's about to finish, the door swings open, revealing Mark standing there. He looks the scene in front of him, which includes you standing shirtless while Jungwoo holds it in his hands. There isn't even much space between you two, and the way you both appear flustered makes him imagine all kinds of things. It didn't appear to be as innocent as it was.

"I'm sorry," he says as he walks away, closing the door behind him.

"No, Mark, hold on-"

"It's fine, I'll go." "Here, wait until it dries up before putting it on." Jungwoo says, before leaving the room.

"Wait, Jungwoo! "Thank you," you tell him, when he looks at you.

He smiles at you before going after Mark.

When you get downstairs, you look for Mark, but he's nowhere to be found. That's when you see Haechan approaching you and he takes you with him.

Apparentely they needed one more person for truth or dare.

You find the boy you've been looking for sitting in the circle as well, so you take a seat next to him.

"Mark, you misunderstood-" you begin to explain, but he cuts you off.

"It's fine, you don't have to explain yourself." We're friends! You are free to do whatever you want." Right...you were friends and only friends. What on earth were you even thinking?

You weren't interested in the game to begin with, but now that reality had hit you, you didn't care at all. Not until Mark was asked if he was interested in anyone.

Your heart began to race, but you pretended to be unconcerned. You knew what his response would be, but you couldn't help but still be nervous.

Mark wanted to confess right in front of everyone, especially Jungwoo, but he couldn't help himself after what he had just witnessed. He couldn't ruin his friendship with you simply because he couldn't control his emotions.

"No, no one interesting has showed up," he finally says, looking at you from the corner of his eye. He knew it was impossible, but he still hoped for a reaction from you, that his words had an effect on you. They didn't, of course, because your face hadn't changed an inch since you walked in.

Eventhough you were expecting it, hearing the words come out of his mouth hurt so much.

So you kept your distance from him for the rest of the evening. Except for him, you were preoccupied with everything and everyone. And it got a lot easier when Jungwoo was dared to kiss someone in the room, and he chose you.

You were left breathless not only because you weren't expecting the kiss, but also because of its intensity. His lips felt soft against yours, which was both exciting and strange. You liked it, but you didn't know how much you liked it.

That night, something changed, you were all aware of it, but no one mentioned it. You and Jungwoo went home together, while the boys went their separate ways.

Mark wished he hadn't asked you to accompany them because now everything was lost. If he didn't have a chance before, he surely didn't have any now.

You and Jungwoo were getting closer, and everyone seemed to be happy about it, except Mark. He hated not seeing you at lunch because you ate with him. Or if you did join them, he would be there as well.

He hated the fact that you were always together in every class, and that you didn't even pay attention to him anymore, aside from the usual hellos and goodbyes.

He hated how easily he made you laugh and how you were always talking about him when he wasn't there. Or how you'd dash off to meet him. Or how excited you seemed when you told him you were going on your first official date. He hated it all, but there was nothing he could do because he'd rather suffer alone than take away your happiness...

You were getting ready for your date when Mark appeared in your mind. You hadn't thought of him in a long time, but he returned on the most important day. You wanted to forget him and begin a relationship with Jungwoo. The one who has always been truthful with you, who has never caused you to doubt or feel insecure. He made you happy and was always there for you. And you could tell he was sincere.

You wished to return those feelings, but a small voice inside your head told you otherwise.

No, It would never work out with Mark anyway, and you could feel the same way about Jungwoo if you just tried hard enough, you thought.

So you tune out that little voice and head out to where you were supposed to meet.

Mark was aware of your date, and he couldn't think of anything else for the rest of the day. Whatever he did, all he could think about was you going on a date with someone else.

So he makes a decision, he would go too. He was aware that he was being selfish, but he couldn't stop himself.

He arrives at the cinema and notices you standing at the door, clearly waiting for him. He parks the car and reaches out to open the door. But he comes to a halt just as he gets to the door handle.

How could he do this to you? How could he ruin everything for you just because he was a coward and didn't have the courage to confess when the opportunity arose?

His heart sinks as a result of the thoughts, and he lets his arm fall on his thigh. Instead, he just sits there staring at you. "I'll stay until he gets here," he tells himself.

You check your phone to see what time it is, quarter to eight o'clock, you read. The film begins at eight, but there is still no sign of Jungwoo. He has also not sent any texts.

Eventually the film begins, and he still hasn't arrived but you continue to wait.

After an hour, two hours, and even three hours, the sun has completely set. Numerous people walked in and out of the building, but you remained in the same spot. You called him several times, but he never answered.

The little voice inside your head informs you that he has ghosted you and will not appear at all. But, once again, you don't listen to it.

He wouldn’t do something like that unless there's a very good reason, so he'll come, you keep telling yourself.

Mark is still in his car when he notices you wrapping your arms around yourself to keep warm. He absolutely hates seeing you in this state, cold and alone at night. Waiting for someone who did not appear. He curses Jungwoo for doing this, but he still remains in his car.

Your mind is racing with all of the possible explanations for why he didn't show up. Your thoughts were logical at first, but as time passes, you begin to believe the little voice.

You feel a raindrop land on your arm, and when you look up at the dark sky, you see it pouring down. You quickly seek refuge at the now-closed cinema's entrance.

That’s you feel someone take your hand in theirs. You look up, expecting to see Jungwoo, but instead, you see Mark.

"Come with me," he tells you.

“Mark? "What brings you here?"

"I'll explain everything later, but first come to my car." "You're shivering."

“No. "I'm waiting for Jungwoo,"

“He is not coming, you know that too!”

"He is!" He promised to come, so he will."

"Don't be so stubborn! "You've been waiting for three hours, and he hasn't arrived," he says.

“what? How did you find out? "Have you been watching me?" you ask in disbelief.

"NO, no, let me explain-"

"No, I don't want to hear anything from you." I don't want to see you, and I'm not going anywhere with you."

"Let me at least take you home, and we'll talk later."

"I can go home by myself."

You begin to walk away but he stops you. "Please, it's dangerous."

You turn around and ask him why he bothers, why he suddenly cares about you.

He stakes everything on his last shred of hope. And he wishes with all his might that he isn't too late.

"Because I fucking love you,"

Those five words are all you hear, you don't even hear the heavy rain or the cars driving by anymore.

"What did you just say?"

"I love you." I have always loved you. "And I always will."

He did say it, you weren't dreaming or mishearing any of it.

Mark Lee, the boy you'd been hopelessly in love with for so long, stood in front of you, confessing while drenched in rain.

"I know I'm late, but I couldn't keep it in any longer; I had to tell you before I went insane." I hate seeing you with someone else..."

You don't say anything because you're too shocked. So he takes it as a final rejection and begins to turn around.

"I love you, too."

He comes to a halt and looks at you.

You run into his arms with a smile on your face. He clutches you tightly, afraid you'll slip away if he lets go.

"I love you, Mark"

He looks into your eyes for a moment before capturing your lips. He starts slowly but passionately. As if he's pouring all of the unspoken words and feelings he's harboured for years into the kiss. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and your knees are becoming weaker by the minute. You're both drenched, but you couldn't care less because the boy you loved with all your heart, loved you back.

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milkybonya · 3 years

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anon <3 : hi may i please request a sunwoo tbz fluff where he's trying to hold the reader's hands but he's shy skshslejalsj and also make it gender neutral? sorry to bother you, have a nice day/night !

firstly, no apologies for bothering me are allowed ! you're never bothering me, my luv <3 secondly holy moly i'm sorry it took me YEARS to get to this even though i was planning for this the minute i received it,, i hope you still enjoy and that you also have a lovely day/night ^3^ p.s all my fics are gender neutral so you never have to worry ♡

eyes locked, hands locked

Warnings: mention of falling on the ground, not for Sunwoo >.<

[a/n]: i think one of the hands in the photo below is actually Sunwoo's ?! but i dont know tbz well enough yet to know who is who >.< also i hope this is good and cute ?? why do i feel like its lacking ???? and too short?

On your first date with best friend!Sunwoo, you're both a little awkward and shy as you're not used to ... well, treating each other romantically. But now as you're dating, you're trying to feel more comfortable showing your love in different ways.

Sunwoo has always told you how much he loves your hands. You tell him you don't think there's anything special about them, but he always tells you otherwise. He hasn't told you how much he wants to pepper them with kisses, kissing each knuckle and then each fingertip...

As you walk through the busy city streets, your hands grazing against one another as the two of you walk closely side by side to avoid hitting other people on the sidewalk, Sunwoo keeps stretching out his hand so he can grasp yours in his, but he's just too shy to actually do it.

His continuous glances at your side portrait, trying to see if he can get any reassurance from you, don't work. He giggles to himself, a little embarrassed by his own reluctance and the way he just can't grab your hand no matter what he does. Instead, he places his arm around your shoulder, since he's done that even while being your friend many times before.

It feels different this time, though, with his side pressed against yours. He blushes at the ground and proudly walks forward, holding you against him for some time while feeling warm and fuzzy inside... until you find a store you're super interested in and move away from him - not on purpose! Just to get a better look :)

As you return to walking, Sunwoo's hands continue grazing against yours as the busy streets press the two of you together. You're so lost in window-shopping, staring at the windows of the stores you pass by that you don't even notice what Sunwoo is enduring. You also don't notice the huge crack in the pavement in front of you, and you trip over it, heading face first into the ground-

But Sunwoo grabs you, of course. Since his hand had been right there, next to yours this whole time. He tightly grabs it and pulls you towards him, the world moving slowly as you rebound away from the pavement and into Sunwoo's chest instead.

Your nose lands somewhere on his ribcage and you both yelp, feeling a bit of pain from the contact.

Sunwoo's hand is still tightly holding yours, and you look down at your intertwined fingers when you realize, an unconscious smile painted on your face.

When you look up, Sunwoo is grinning at you, but his grin leaves his face as he first asks you if you're okay.

"I'm fine! That was just a little scary," you say, laughing out of shock.

He nods, his eyes returning to your hands.

"This feels nice..." he mumbles.

"Hm?"

"Holding your hand... feels nice," Sunwoo says, smiling at you like a kid.

He feels shy under your gaze and walks forward to avoid it, but still strongly grasps your hand. Even in a million years, he'll never forget this feeling: how it felt to hold your hand as your lover for the first time.

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soyouthinkucanwrite · 3 years

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What did he say? - Daniel Ricciardo one shot

Update: I just realized it's Carlos' birthday TODAY! I'm so so sorry hahaha I feel like a jerk, but it's just play pretend ok?

Guys, this is based on a dream I had but listen, it’s so weird cause I KNOW this is not like Carlos AT ALL. He’s kind of the vilan in this one... Please don’t be mad if you’re a Carlos fan, it’s just for fun, I swear. I’ll even try to write something with him later to make it up to you guys! Also, I clearly don't know how vacuum works in racing, so again, just humor me and pretend I got it right, ok?

As always, please take the time to let me know what you think, means a lot to me (even if it’s constructive criticism)! And thank you so much to everyone that always does! 💕 Your lovely messages always motivate me to keep writing!

Warnings: angst, jealous Daniel, kind of a dick Carlos (again, sorry! I know he’d never)

I was in the “side stage” at the press room for the Austin GP, the first I ever went and of course, the first with Daniel, as his girlfriend. He was answering questions along with Pierre Gasly on stage. There were a few people besides me, including some of the drivers, waiting for their turn to face the press.

"Coco, ¿quién es?" I heard Carlos Sainz whispering to his cousin, nodding his head in my direction.

"No conozco. ¿Creo que es periodista?" his cousin answered looking at me. I just acted like I wasn't listening, or understanding, not sure why though.

"No, si fuera periodista estaría allá fuera, haciendo preguntas" Carlos continued.

"Sí, pero no me parece estar perdida" his cousin commented, they kept whispering but I could hear them very clearly.

"Qué pena, no me importaría darte direcciones" Carlos said with a smirk and I felt really uncomfortable at that, which only made me stay even more frozen in place and wish Daniel came back sooner.

"Si no te conociera, diría que acabas de romper una relación. Ni siquiera puedes ver a una chica alrededor" his cousin said hitting him playfully in the head.

"¿Y te parece esta una chica cualquier? Siempre debes andar con supermodelos, ¿no?" Carlos joked back.

"Vale, tienes razón" his cousin answered him and I was counting the seconds for Daniel to come back now.

"Pero sin duda es nueva aquí. Me recordaría de algo como eso. Tampoco pienso ser americana, ellas no tienen esta-" Just then someone called him.

"Sainz, you're up next" Daniel walked out, coming by my side. "Hey" he said to me and I smiled. "They just asked to wait 5 minutes, something about changing the batteries of the mics" he said looking back at Carlos, his cousin, and Kimi, who was going to be pairing with Carlos in the press conference and was just hanging in the corner by himself this whole time.

"Alright, thanks mate" Carlos answered.

"Hey, have you guys met (y/n)? Carlos, Carlos, (y/n)... (y/n), Carlos, Carlos" Daniel made the introductions grinning like a teenager, probably finding it super funny that they had the same first name.

"¡Hola! Mucho gusto en conocerlos, soy (y/n). ¿Como están?" I extended my hand to greet them, feeling much more confident now that I had a 5' 9" Australian by my side. They looked startled at me and then at each other.

“¿Hablas español?” Carlos asked me.

“Sí, y compreendo muy bien también” I told him and my tone made it clear I knew exactly what they were talking about earlier and didn’t like it a bit.

"Carlos, Kimi, they're ready for you" an assistant called.

"Good one kid" Kimi said to me when he walked past us, winking at Daniel. Carlos followed him to the stage and since I didn't want to just stand there in the remains of the awkward situation with Dan and Carlos’ cousin, I just walked in the opposite direction, outside the press room. Not too long after, Daniel walked after me.

"Hey, what was that about?" he asked, still smiling. Boy, he wouldn't be smiling for too long after I told him what that was about.

"What?" I asked, trying not to make a big deal. He reached for my hand, taking it in his.

"You know what. Come on, what happened back there? Did you guys know each other?"

"No!" I have to tell him now, or he'll think I have something to hide. I took a deep breath. "They were talking between themselves before you come out, in Spanish. And I don't think they thought I could understand" he looked at me confused but then it hit him and his expression changed from confusion to rage.

"What did they said?"

"Nothing, it's not a big deal ok? I just wanted to let them know I could understand, so I just said 'hello' in Spanish, that's all" I said, walking away from the place where we were standing and pulling his hand. God knows I didn't want to be there when Carlos walked out, or better, for Daniel to be there.

"I figured that much. But what did he said? Just tell me" Daniel looked at me.

"Let's just go? Please? It's not worth it. What are you going to do? Sucker punch him?"

"Do I need to sucker punch him? Is it that bad?"

"No! Dan, please, let's just go. This is not going to lead us anywhere"

"(y/n)"

"I'll tell you. Promise. Back at the trailer, okay?" I tried to negotiate.

"Fine"

When we stepped back inside his driver's room, Daniel closed the door and looked at me.

"Alright. Spill it"

"Promise me you won't do anything to him"

"Absolutely not. The longer you stall me, the more pissed off I get"

"Okay” I knew I had no choice and honestly, why should I protect him really? I’m just worried about how this might make Daniel feel. “They were wondering who I was, his cousin was teasing him saying he was only interested because he just ended a relationship"

"That's not all" he said and I didn't answer, just looked away, shaking my head. "Alright. I'm sorry you had to hear that. But you can tell me these things ok? I want to protect you baby" He said stepping closer to me and hugging me.

"I don't want you to cause trouble for something stupid"

"Hey!" he said pulling away a bit to look at me. "This is not stupid. Nothing about you is stupid. It's a big deal baby, that’s plain disrespectful. I want you here with me, always. And I want you to feel comfortable here, okay?"

"I feel comfortable now" I said hugging him closer. He smiled and kissed the top of my head.

"Fuckers" he whispered to himself.

"Promise me you won't confront him. He'll deny, or start a fight. Or both. And besides, it’s not so much what he said, it’s more like how they were eyeing me. And I don't want you to get involved in a scandal" I said pulling away and sitting down in a chair. Daniel leaned against the table, looking at me.

"A scandal?" he laughed.

"You do know gossip is the major product of motorsports, right?" I smirked at him.

"Fair enough" he agreed. "Fuck baby, the things I have to deal with for having a goddess as a girlfriend" he was joking now, so the mood seemed lighter, but knowing Daniel, I knew he hadn't completely let that go yet. I just rolled my eyes at him. Hopefully, the events of the weekend would be enough to get his mind out of it.

Friday and Saturday kept us busy enough so that we didn’t touch the subject anymore, but I could still catch Daniel staring at Carlos here and there. And I could definitely see Carlos staring at me too, which I tried to avoid at all costs, staying out of his visual field. If Daniel saw that, I don’t know if I’d be able to hold him back again.

On Sunday I’d be watching from the garage with Michael and Blake, which was super exciting, to see all the action from the front row. But I didn’t want to disturb Daniel’s routine, so I tried to stay back a little. Yet, he kept coming to steal kisses and joke around. He seemed really relaxed and confident. He was P5 and I took the care to see that Carlos was P8, so I knew they might race each other eventually but I also knew that Dan would be much more preoccupied doing what he does best and overtaking the 4 in front of him to even think about whoever was behind. Everything was going to be fine, no harm done.

“Alright. Time to go” he announced to me. “Kiss for good luck?”

“Good luck. Just go and do what you do best, okay? And try to come back in one piece” I smiled through the kiss and then watched him take his helmet from the table, wink at me, and turn to walk towards his Mclaren. My chest was tight but I could only pray and hope now.

The cars were already outside the garage for some reason, so Dan was walking out when Carlos passed in front of the orange crew. He stopped to greet some of them and that would be fine, except he was not paying any attention to the people he was talking to. He was looking inside the garage like he was looking for something, or rather someone, cause when he saw me he nodded like he was greeting me and checked me out, head to toes. Dan saw it and looked back inside just in time to see me step aside, behind Michael, clearly uncomfortable with the whole thing.

“Hey... man” Carlos greeted Daniel. And his tone made me sure that it wasn’t even about me anymore. Carlos knew how much it must be bothering Daniel and was clearly using it to try and get him pissed off and unfocused. The thing is, very few things were capable of getting Daniel out of his “all good all ways” vibe, but when they did, you definitely don’t want to be on his way. I’m actually a bit worried about the other drivers now, Carlos included, because Dan just turned back to his machine, like he knew exactly what he was going to do and nothing would stop him, getting inside the car a mere formality. He didn’t even bother to take a second look at Carlos.

“Oh boy” I commented.

“Yeah, I saw it” Michael said to me. “What was that about anyway? I thought they got along fine”. I don’t say anything else, and from that moment on my eyes are glued to the screen in front of us, following any micro movement Daniel makes.

They go for the warm-up lap, which feels like it takes forever, and then, finally, Grid formation. That sign must be broken cause the lights also took hours to change.

3, 2, 1... there they go. Thank god we’re wearing masks, otherwise, my nails and fingertips would be long gone.

The first turn is a sharp one and Daniel had an opening to overtake Perez, the first driver in front of him, we could see it clearly from the drone view, but he didn’t take it. What is he doing?

“What is he doing?” Somebody in the garage voiced my thoughts.

“You had an opening Daniel” the engineer said on the radio.

“All under control. I know what I’m doing. How far are the others behind me?” Daniel answered.

I hoped he wasn’t doing what I thought he was doing but I already knew he was. Being the risk-it-all-idiot he was, Dan was waiting for Carlos to catch up to him. Knowing him, I knew he wanted to race and beat him personally, which was crazy stupid, but wouldn’t take long since Carlos had already overtaken Gasly and Alonso, and was now only a few nanoseconds behind Daniel.

“Come on Dan” I said to myself.

“Come on Daniel” Blake practically yelled at the screen.

I feel like throwing up. He’s gonna get hurt and jeopardize all the work the team put into the weekend just to... to what? I don’t even know. If he gets out of this race alive, I’ll personally kill him.

The race’s still going, no major changes after the first turn. Then suddenly Daniel seems to remember he had a gas pedal, finally getting speed in the big straight and leaving Perez behind. Carlos followed him, seeming to use the vacuum in his favor. Everybody in the garage celebrates, but I’m too focused to cheer along. He’s so close to the podium now. Just keep it up, baby. Carlos is still on his tail.

“Good job mate” the engineer says on the radio. “Watch for Sainz on your right. Bottas’ next”

“Keep me posted on Sainz’s time” it’s all Daniel says.

A couple more laps go and he’s really trying to overtake Bottas, not playing games anymore. Carlos doesn’t seem to try to overtake him even once though, he’s too far behind still.

More laps go by and I can’t standstill. When they’re in the 19th lap, with Max and Hamilton battling each other and taking turns in the lead, Daniel’s voice comes on the radio.

“Let’s be the first to box” I’m not sure what he’s playing at, as it’s still too soon to box, but the team seems to agree.

“Copy that. I’ll let you know when. Let’s get a couple more laps in. Keep this up for now” his engineer answers.

“Understood” Daniel’s voice come through the radio. “How’s Sainz time?”

“At least 1.5 seconds behind you” the engineer informs him.

“Understood” Daniel says.

He’s planning something. Not sure what, and I don’t know if I even could, not knowing much about racing strategies, but it definitely has something to do with Carlos and what happened earlier.

“Ouch!” I hear Michael say and nod towards the screen, making me focus on the race again, and not only on Daniel. Max and Hamilton had touched tires. “They're really going at it, definitely using way more tires than necessary"

"If Dan box before them..." I begin to ask.

"He needs a fast box, gaining speed later and for their box to be slower, but yeah, that's his best shot at them" Michael explains to me.

"Come on baby" I whisper to myself.

Daniel seems to finally get close enough to Bottas, but the Finnish guy won't make it easy for him. Turn 11 on sector 2 will be his best shot now and it's getting closer.

The garage and the radio go silent. Feels like the whole world is holding their breaths while Daniel smoothly overtakes Bottas from his left. And then I almost go deaf with all the cheering around me, it's a podium for Daniel, for now.

Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to last too long, cause once he comes to the box all the other drivers will pass him. It's just so frustrating.

"Good job mate. Spectacular time. Box now" the engineer informs on the radio.

"Box confirmed. We need to ace this, boys" Daniels says.

Not even a full minute later, I hear his car and see it on the screen. I look outside to see the orange machine with the big 3 in front of it, but I don't even have time to try and take a look at him, cause 2.3 seconds later (or at least that's what the TV tells me) there he goes again. The good news is, only Bottas passed him. The bad news is he almost crashes into Carlos when he comes out of the Pit Lane.

Some of the crew were still celebrating the fast pit stop when they realized what happened. I let out a gasp. They touched tires but Carlos seemed to have managed to get away from Daniel, quickly returning to his side a moment later but struggling to keep it up. Dan, on the other side, seems unbothered. He keeps gaining speed, even though the pit exit is right on the first turn.

"Take it easy now mate, even if Sainz passes you, his time is not enough to stay in front" the engineer informs Daniel, clearly worried that the risk doesn't justify the ends.

"Understood" Daniel responds.

We're on lap 30 now and just as the engineer said, Carlos is a full 2 seconds behind Daniel. Bottas still in front of him (which is frustrating for me because he had just overtaken him before the pit stop), then Hamilton, and finally Max.

"Daniel" the engineer calls him. "How're the tires?"

"All good"

"Good. Ready to race, mate? Hamilton's going to box now"

"Before Bottas?"

"Yes, that's confirmed"

"Understood"

I listen to the conversation between Daniel and the engineer closely, but I can't say I know exactly what the implications are.

"Bottas' going to second, Daniel to third again. Let's hope for a slow pitstop for Hamilton, so when he comes out, he comes in third and races Daniel. That's the best-case scenario, so he needs to gain speed now" Blake explains to me.

"Got it" I confirm to him. "What about Bottas? He should box on the next lap right?"

"Yeah. If Daniel overtakes him still on this lap, the difference will be too big for him to recover after his pit stop. Hopefully" He tells me.

There's a lot of 'hopefullys' and 'best-case scenarios' in this conversation, but I'll take it. I start to silently pray right away, eyes glued to the screen to see exactly what Blake predicted unfold: Hamilton pit stops, Bottas and Daniel are the firsts to go up on the positions, then Carlos, Alonso, and Gasly. The first turn comes again and Dan seises the opportunity to overtake Bottas, who, to his credit, is fighting real hard, but Dan isn't letting him take back his position.

Dan is P2 now. Max is almost 3 seconds in front of him. Hamilton comes out of the pit lane behind Gasly, it should take him long to again his positions.

"Bottas to box on this lap mate" the engineer announces.

"Not worried about Bottas. What about Max?" Daniel answers. A few moments of silence follow.

"Box confirmed for Max on this lap as well. Just get closer to him" the engineer instructs.

"Understood" Daniel answers.

"Come on, baby" I cheer silently again.

"Fuck! He's gonna make it" Michael yells. "Come on Daniel!"

Bottas is 2 seconds behind Daniel, and on the big straight Daniel manages to shorten his time difference to Max to 1.8 seconds. The next thing I know, Max is coming down the pit lane, quickly followed by Bottas. Daniel is P1. I can't believe this. Carlos is P2, but he hasn't boxed yet. Surprisingly enough, Alonso is P3 and, not so surprisingly, Hamilton is already P4 and gaining speed.

"Alonso hasn't boxed yet" Blake comments. That's bad news if we were hoping for him to defend his position against Hamilton. I take a look on the TV and they're showing the conditions of his tires, which to me doesn't mean anything.

"Will he be able to hold him?" I ask Blake.

"Not sure, he's tough though and doesn't want Hamilton to win, that's for sure" Blake answers me.

Then we hear Max passing outside, had almost forgotten about him.

"That took him longer than normal" Michael comments and we look at the screen, his pit stop was 3.6 seconds long. An eternity for the Redbull team. But awesome news for us. Bottas had already left the pit lane, his pit stop was 2.4 seconds long.

The grid is now Daniel, Carlos, Alonso, Hamilton, Bottas, and then Max. Alonso is still holding Hamilton back. Normally, I'd guess Carlos would box soon and maybe even Alonso, but since I know Carlos has some personal motivation against Daniel, I feel like he's going to hold on the longer he can and the same goes for Alonso regarding Hamilton.

We're at the final 10 laps now and nothing has changed, except Carlos is dangerously closer to Daniel now. Alonso still hasn't let Hamilton go by him, repeating the Hungaroring events. I hear the signal of the radio, indicating we're about to hear some communication between Daniel and his engineer, and my chest tightens. It's Daniel's voice that comes on then.

"Something wrong. I'm losing power" Fuck. No.

"Sainz is at your tail. Can you hold on?" the engineer asks.

"I don't know. Fuck. It's just not working. How much's the difference?"

"Less than 1 second"

"Fuck. Why hasn't he boxed yet?"

"His tires are in real bad condition. But I don't think he's going to do it now"

"I'll put some pressure on him"

"Negative. Negative. Stay away"

"Not going to touch him. Pinky promise" Bastard. I can hear the smirk in his voice, even though this is extremely dangerous and insane pressure, Daniel's still having the time of his life.

9 laps to go.

8 laps to go.

Carlos almost overtakes Daniel.

"Engine's not good. Can you do something?" Daniel asks.

"Negative. 7 laps to go mate, just hold it"

"Understood"

On the big straight of the 51st lap, Carlos overtakes Daniel, but then on the next turn, Daniel takes back his position. The sequel of turns that follows is the most nerve-wracking thing I've ever seen in my life, they're so close to each other, and at such a high speed that if they simply touch tires they would fly off the track and everything would be lost to both of them, maybe even their lives.

"Hamilton passed Alonso, mate. Watch out" the engineer informs him, and I look at the screen. Fuck.

"Fuuuuck" Daniel says on the radio.

It's the 52nd lap now, only 4 more to go and Carlos doesn't even signal a pit stop. He's going to try to make the whole race without it.

"Ferrari is not happy with him" Michael laughs a dark laugh. I knew he had a history of being stubborn but this is too much.

"His tires are at less than 10% integrity. How is he still going?" I ask.

There's the big straight again and Carlos falls a bit behind Daniel, but I've watched enough to know that that doesn't necessarily mean a good thing. Just as I predicted, he tries to use Daniel's vacuum to gain more speed and overtake him, Daniel doesn't let him through and get in front of him, making him almost go off track. That would be a "normal" movement, except Hamilton was using Carlos' vacuum in his favor and, when Carlos is forced to change directions, Hamilton hits his back left tire, which makes it blows off and it's a mess from then on.

Daniel is far from the whole ordeal by now, safe and sound, thankfully. But Carlos spins in the track, taking Hamilton with him. They both go off track and Max flies by, followed by Bottas, Charles (where did he come from?), and then Alonso.

"Are they alright?" It's the first thing that comes up to me to ask.

"Fuck! That was crazy. Is everyone ok?" Daniel asks on the radio.

"Positive. Everyone's ok. Keep going, mate. 3 more laps to go" the engineer informs him.

"Who's behind me now? Bottas?" Daniel asks.

"Max. But he's at least 2 seconds behind, we should be fine" I hear the engineer say and it's like I can almost breathe again. Daniel's going to win this thing. He's so close now.

"It wasn't Daniel's fault, was it? Can they punish him in some way for the accident?" I ask Michael.

"Don't know. He was defending his position, but he's been closing in Carlos ever since the begging of the race. Depends on how Ferrari and Mercedes spin this, they'll try anything that favors them" Michael explains to me in a worried tone.

They're in the final lap and Daniel's been clearly losing speed. Something's wrong with the engine. But it's the final lap, just a few more moments, come on baby, you can do it. Max is so close to him though, I wouldn't be surprised if the winner was declared based on the replay of the finishing line. The big straight comes up and Dan has to stay out of Max's front, so as to not give him any advantages.

I can barely see it, but at the same time, I can't take my eyes off the screen.

"Full force now mate, final sector. You can win this" the engineer says on the radio but Daniel doesn't respond. Max is right by his side, he's going to pass him.

There's smoke coming out of his car, the whole thing is going to blow off any second now. Oh my god, please just a few more seconds.

5 turns to go.

4 turns to go.

3 turns to go. Max overtakes him. Shit.

2 turns to go. Daniel wins his place on the podium back.

Final turn. Daniel's in the front, barely. They cross the finish line and the whole garage explores with cheering. There are people running outside to wave at him. I can only smile and hold my own head like it would fall off otherwise. He did it. He fucking did it.

"Woo-hoo! Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!" I can hear Daniel on the radio, screaming his lungs out.

"Good job mate. Spectacular work. First-class, really! Well done!" the engineer cheers on.

The next thing I know, Michael is hugging me and lifting me from the ground just to puck me back down and Blake lift me up again. I can only laugh at their excitement. I'm so happy for Daniel I can barely grasp it!

"Let's go!" Blake puts me down and runs outside the garage. I follow him out, to the place where Daniel is stopping the car, a bunch of smoke coming out and some people with fire extinguishers around it.

He's got his fists up, celebrating. But is still inside the car. Then he takes off the steering wheel and handles it to one of the mechanics waiting outside. He gets out of the car and stands on top of it, smokes still coming out from behind. It's a nice picture. I just hoped he got away from that thing before it explodes, but it's a nice picture, can't deny it.

Then he jumps down and run towards the crew, jumping over them, helmet still on. Everybody is celebrating and cheering, I can only laugh and clap at the scene before me. So much joy and happiness going on, the energy is amazing! Then I can see Daniel looking around, but since his helmet is still on, I have no idea what he's doing. Somebody seems to understand though and they wave at me, calling me to come closer. I approach, but I'm still unsure, don't want to get in the middle of the team's celebration. But Daniel grabs me, pulling me closer and hugging me. I just laugh, can't barely see him with the suit and helmet still on. He's saying something, but I can't understand a thing.

"What?" I laugh at his attempts to communicating with me. He opens his helmet visor and repeats.

"I fucking won baby!" He yells laughing.

"I know! I know! You won Dan! I'm so proud! You're the best baby!"

"I need to get this thing off" he says struggling to get the helmet and the balaclava off, when he finally manages to do it, he jumps over the fence that was separating us and hugs me again, lifting me in the air and kissing me deeply, making everyone around us cheer even louder and I smile against his lips. I wrap my legs around him and he keeps kissing me, only after a few seconds do I pull away to breathe and he touches our foreheads. I laugh again, just enjoying the feeling of pure happiness for him.

"I'm so proud of you. You were so good. This is crazy" I whisper to him.

"Get used to it, cause there's more where it came from" he answers kissing me again.

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