Please Wake Up ; H.h.

please wake up ; h.h.

𓂃 ⋆ 𓈒 masterlist

summary. instead of stoick dying after toothless is under the bewilderbeasts control, you, hiccup's younger sister, are almost hit, resulting in tears and desperation.

pairing. hiccup haddock x sister!reader

genre. angst, hurt/comfort, platonic.

word count. 2.8k

warnings. for plot reasons, valka was taken by cloudjumper when hiccup was 4 and you were a baby, near death experiences, violence, lots of angst.

✐ i couldn’t find the original post for the gif (i found it on pinterest, reposted), but the username is in the top left corner of the gif ^^

The amount of fear that ran through Hiccup when Drago yelled out his bone chilling scream, waving his staff around in the air… it was immeasurable. The aggression that the throaty sound held in it sent a chill down Hiccup’s spine. He knew at that moment, that he was in serious trouble.

The ground shook with each step that the bewilderbeast took towards them, and rather than the calm awe and serenity that Hiccup felt when he met his mothers bewilderbeast, looking into the eyes of this one made him feel a fear that he couldn’t get rid of.

“No dragon can resist the alpha’s command.” Drago said lowly, his voice scratching its way out of his throat. “So, he who controls the alpha, controls them all.”

A hint of rage settled in Hiccups veins as Drago spoke, pointing his staff towards Toothless.

The rage nearly dissipated, a low sound emitting throughout snow and ice covered land. The sound came from the bewilderbeast, it’s pupils narrowed at Toothless. Toothless began shaking his head, making a noise of discomfort. “Toothless?” Hiccup said worriedly.

Toothless continued to whimper, shaking his head around. “T-toothless, you okay, bud? What’s going on?” But all of the words leaving Hiccups mouth did nothing.

Drago’s voice sounded again. “Witness true strength. The strength of will over others.” Drago was holding up his staff again, the pointed end pointing to Toothless, who suddenly rose, ever so still. “In the face of it… you are nothing.”

When Hiccup realized he was now looking at the end of the staff, it being pointed directly at his chest, he knew that trouble was arising. Toothless slowly turned towards him, pupils as narrow as the bewilderbeast’s were. “Uh,” Hiccup slowly backed away from his dragon, “What did he just tell you?”

Toothless got low to the ground, snarling as he slowly crept over towards his rider, who kept backing away. “Toothless, come on. What’s the matter with you?” He felt the desperation begin to tear at his heart, knowing that there was almost nothing he could do. And sudden moves or sounds could result in the controlled Toothless to pounce on him, resulting in his demise. Even if Hiccup could get a hit in, how much would that break his heart? Would he be able to hurt his best friend?

“No, no, no, no. Come on. What are you doing? Knock it off.” Hiccup knew he was being backed up into ice, and soon he would have no where to go. “Stop!” He yelled out, “snap out of it!” But the attempt was useless, as Toothless kept his slow, creeping pace.

The world around his became almost meaningless. It was just him, Toothless, and mountains of ice trapping him in. “Toothless, no! Toothless.”

Toothless hissed, preparing to launch a heated breath of fire at him, and he felt his heart drop. “Don’t!”

He almost didn’t hear the broken cry of his name being shouted, his eyes remaining on Toothless’ sharp ones. “Stop!”

“Hiccup!” The voice shouted again, and with wide eyes, he looked, and his heart sunk further. You were running right towards him, determination and fear in your eyes. The painful realization of what you were doing came all too quick, and his fear that was once reserved for himself was now almost entirely for you. “Y/n! No!”

But it was too late, you were right next to him, and then crashing into him. Hiccup slid across the snow covered ground, gasping in fear of what he’d see when he looked at you.

He looked just in time to see the blast of fire miss you—just in time to see it hit the ice behind you, breaking a peace of it off as it came crashing down onto you.

“No!”

He startled himself with the cry that left his lips. The world around him faded out again. It was only you, him, and his shallow breaths. “No…” He said again, the disbelief strong in his tone. This couldn’t be happening.

He ran over to you, feeling like he was going to collapse. He was by your side in seconds—he was by your side and there you were, covered in shards of teal-blue ice. Your eyes were shut; your breathing was barely there. He feared every one of your breaths would be your last.

He groaned as he pushed the ice off of you, piece by piece. As each shard slid off, an already growing bruise was left in its wake wherever your skin was visible.

The despair was crushing him; engulfing him; making a home into his heart that was sinking even further as it buried itself into the ever so cold snow beneath him. He grabbed and pulled at your left arm, pulling you off of your side and onto your back. “Y/n!”

Hiccup hardly paid attention to his mother dropping by his side, and his father close behind her. Your breaths were still so shallow.

“Y/n… Oh, my Gods.” His breath caught in his throat, and he faintly felt his mothers hand rest on his shoulder. For the better of his own sanity, he pressed to fingers to your neck, sighing in relief at the slow and weak feeling of your heartbeat beneath his fingers. It wasn’t much, but it was something.

“Wake up… please wake up.” He ignored every sound around him, including the sound of his friends arriving to the scene. He couldn’t help but to wrap his arms around you, being ever so careful and gentle with your injured form. He felt like he had already lost you, the thought making tears roll down his face. He couldn’t believe that you had gotten hurt instead of him: the target.

You—the younger sister who came into his life when he was just 4 years old. The sister who listened to him when everyone turned a blind eye and pretended like he didn’t exist. You were always there, and as he held you close, he couldn’t get rid of the fear that soon you would be here no longer.

All of his attention was on you, until he heard a low coo from his very own dragon: the dragon who did this.

As Toothless’ snout brushed up against your hand, he couldn’t help the anger that enveloped him. Deep down he knew it wasn’t Toothless’ fault, but something else told him he needed something to be angry at. After seeing the way Toothless’ had unknowingly injured you, his emotions got the best of him. “No! Get away from her!” Hiccup harshly shoved Toothless away, feeling guilt at the way his dragon whined in response, but Hiccup was spiralling.

He stood to his feet, looking down at Toothless. “Go on! Get out of here!”

Toothless took a small step forward, his eyes holding sadness at being shouted at, but Hiccup shouted again. “Get away!”

Hiccup was a mix of emotions as Toothless coward away and ran off.

“It’s not his fault.” Valka said softly, her sadness making her voice wobble only slightly. “You know that.”

And Hiccup did know that. He fell to his knees again, fresh tears rolling down his face as he looked at you. Your eyes were still closed.

The bewilderbeast roared out, but Hiccup almost didn’t hear it as his mother spoke. “Good dragons under the control of bad people… do bad things.”

“Come on!” Hiccup heard someone shout, along with the sound of Toothless whimpering. He looked up, and Drago was riding a once again controlled Toothless, leading him away. “Gather the men and meet me at Berk!”

Hiccup felt an urgency rush through him, and he jumped up onto his feet. “Toothless!” He cried out to him, but Valka held him back. He felt useless as the alpha roared out, and Drago’s men prepared to leave the island.

He couldn’t help but to continue to cry. He just lost his best friend, and he looked down at you, worried that he would lose another. He dropped down beside you again, feeling like the entire world was against him. He felt lost and scared. He couldn’t lose you. He doesn’t know what he’d do without you.

“Hiccup…” Stoick said from behind him. Hiccup could already picture the look on his face based of the sadness in his voice.

“No, Dad.” Why were they acting like you were already dead? You just had to wake up.

As the tears kept falling down his cheeks, his friends backed away and watched from a good distance, as he needed his space. His parents stayed close behind him.

“We have to— we have to do something. Why isn’t anyone doing anything? My sister is dying and you’re all just standing around waiting for—“ Waiting for her to die.

“Hiccup,” Gobber said softly, a pained sigh leaving the man’s lips, “there’s not much we can do, right now. Not here. Back home, maybe things would be better. But we don’t have our dragons to get there, Hiccup.”

Hiccup remained looking at you, still. “So, why are you all acting like you don’t care?” Maybe that was harsh, but he was still spiralling.

“Hiccup, of course we care.” When Astrid spoke, Hiccup looked at her and found a world of sadness in her eyes. Maybe she was worried for you; maybe she felt guilt and pity for him; maybe it was both. The the look in her eyes made him feel less alone.

Hiccup was silent for a few moments, and then, “There’s nothing we can do?” He chose to ignore the way his voice cracked with emotion.

His father sighed, and removed his helmet, holding it to his chest. “Nothing we can do but pray that she wakes up.”

Hiccup inhaled deeply. “I need a second alone with her.”

He didn’t receive a response, he only heard the sound of footsteps slowly backing away.

With a shaking hand, he took your hand into his, watching a teardrop fall down and land on your fingertip. The desperation in him had been making a slow incline, and he wasn’t sure how much of this he could take.

“You have to wake up.” He whispered, falling back down to wrap an arm around you. “Come on. Wake up.”

But as your breathing remained slow, he felt the tears roll down a little faster, and he couldn’t help the sob that slipped past his lips. “Wake up. Come on, what are you doing? Get up…”

A hitch in your breath.

As the sound reaches his ears, and he feels the pattern of your breath change for only a moment, his head snaps up. Your face is neutral, a scrape and bruise on your right cheekbone.

“Y/n?…”

He’s filled with a sense of hope, and just as it feels like it was a trick of his mind, your breath catches again, and your brows move the smallest amount.

“Oh, my Gods.” Hiccup breathes out. “Y/n? Hey… wake up, come on.”

Your eyes began to flutter open and it’s like Hiccup and finally breathe again. He leans forward so that you see him, and your eyes meet his. “Hiccup?”

Hiccup laughs, light and airy, and nods. “Yeah, I’m here. You’re okay.

Your face scrunches up a little as you become aware of the pain running across your skin. Hiccup notices and a slight frown lands on his face.

Your hand squeezes his, “I’m glad you’re okay, Hiccup.”

Hiccup can’t help the shock that runs through him. “You’re glad I’m okay? I’m glad you’re okay…” he then sighs, thinking about how he nearly lost you. The ache in his heart was still there, like a poison latching onto him, killing him slowly. He couldn’t believe how close to death you had gotten. “I thought I was gonna lose you.”

And then he was hugging you again, being as gentle as possible. He felt you wrap an arm around his back, but he could tell that by the way your arm was shaking, it was taking more of a toll on you than you’d like to admit. Hiccup pulled back. “Don’t strain yourself.”

Your eyes were still only about half open and he wouldn’t be surprised if you passed out soon. “Don’t worry, you’re gonna be fine. I promise.”

But his words could only be heard so clearly as the world began to fade once again. It had taken so much of your energy to stay conscious as long as you did.

“No, no, no. Keep your eyes open, okay? Stay awake, stay awake— Dad!”

The last thing you saw was your brother and parents hovering over you, and then you were welcomed into a deep sleep once again.

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The rest of the day went by so fast, yet so slow. Hiccup felt pride for him and Toothless—who he had since forgiven and apologized to—for being able to fight against Drago and the alpha. After this, it was clear that Toothless had earned his place as the alpha. However, as all of this had been happening, you were the only thing on Hiccup’s mind. He was fighting for everyone, and most importantly to avenge you. This was Drago’s fault—all of this. Hiccup had to do something about it, and he did.

It was likely clear how much he was worrying for you, because not long after the bewilderbeast had dove into the water, taking Drago with him, his mother was at his side. He knew from the look on her face alone that she was saying he should go to you. He didn’t waste a second.

He ran up to his house, passing by people cheering and shouting out of glee, and he pushed open his front door and ran straight to your room. There you were, under the care of Gothi, tucked into your bed and bandaged wherever needed. It was honestly a wonder that they were even able to get you to Berk while you were unconscious, but they managed. Hiccup was just glad to see you now, alive and breathing.

Gothi nodded at him, making her way out of the room. Hiccup remained still for a moment, looking down at you. It pained him to see you like this.

Eventually he sat on the edge of the bed, and looked down at his hands. He felt so guilty about you getting hurt. It felt like it was his fault, somehow. You had jumped to save him, and this is where it brought the both of you. Surely, he was partially at fault for this outcome.

“You’re not blamin’ yourself, are you?”

At the sound of your voice, Hiccup whipped his head around, eyes wide and burning with tears that haven’t even quite built up yet. “You’re awake.”

You nodded lightly, looking down at your bandaged and bruised body. You didn’t regret a thing you did.

“Why… did you do that?” Hiccup started slowly. He didn’t expect this to be what he decided to talk about, but he got to thinking and his mouth was moving before he even realized it. “I mean… save me—“ He took a deep breath, brows furrowing at the topic at hand.

“What else did you want me to do?” You said. You sounded determined, strangely enough.

“I—“

“I couldn’t just… stand there.”

“I wanted you to.”

You sighed this time. “And what? Watch you die? You could’ve.”

Hiccup saw tears begin to form in your own eyes, and he somewhat felt bad for bringing this up right now. “You could’ve, too.”

“I know.” You stated. There was a brief pause as you both collected your thoughts. You didn’t want to argue about this. Neither of you wanted to make anger out of grieving for someone who hadn’t even died. “I care about you, Hiccup. You looked just as scared as I felt. Even if you don’t want to admit it. I don’t know what I would’ve done with myself if you got hurt, or worse. I love you, but I’m not sorry for what I did. I’d rather be hurt than you be hurt instead.”

Hiccup gazed down at you and realized in that moment that you were just like any other Haddock—stubborn as hell. Hiccup and his father were some of the most stubborn people on Berk, if not the most stubborn, and he wouldn’t be surprised that if he got to know his mother a little more, she would turn out to be the same.

Having such a quality can be unbearable at times, but it made for some pretty promising trust with the people you love.

“Well,” Hiccup broke into a smile, chuckling lightly. “I would do the same for you.”

You laughed softly. “I’d hope so.”

Hiccup was shocked when you started pushing yourself up on the bed all of a sudden. “Hey, woah, woah, woah. What are you doing?”

“Relax. I know my limits.” You snickered, and then winced. All of a sudden your arms were around Hiccup and Hiccup wasn’t sure if it was the stupidest or sweetest thing you’ve ever done. Probably both.

Hiccup hugged you back, his eyes closing as it felt like the day was finally calming down. “Don’t ever do anything like that again.”

An amused scoff, and then, “no promises.”

Definitely a Haddock.

@ sakufilms

Where trust meets fear- Jude Bellingham

Content: Jude x fem!reader, slight mature language, not fully proof read, Angst!

w.c : 2.2k

summary: You struggle with insecurities and self-destructive behavior in your relationship with Jude. After a painful argument fueled by jealousy and past fears, you find it hard to accept Jude’s constant support.

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Staring at the cellular device for the umpteenth time that night, the thought of smashing the screen against the marble floors crossed your fragmented focus.

Your thoughts drifted back to the slow-witted argument you had with your boyfriend earlier this morning, over a stupid blog post about his new companion for this month.

You knew Jude wasn’t the type to cheat—he did everything to make you feel secure in your relationship. But being an overthinker, you couldn’t quiet your restless mind. You dissected everything: the tone of his texts, why he chose you over the women he was often linked to.

His wild past wasn’t a secret, filled with women who matched his fast-paced world, while you were nothing like them. It made you uneasy, and you resented the constant questioning of his motives, knowing it wasn’t fair to either of you.

Harsh words slipped from your mouth, cutting deeper than you intended, as you watched the hurt ripple across your boyfriend's face. You said things you didn’t mean, questioning his integrity, throwing accusations that didn’t even make sense. The moment replayed in your mind—Jude reaching out, trying to comfort you, before you pushed him away, building a wall between you two.

the same wall he had worked so hard to break down, and despite everything, he had succeeded.

He left shortly after, leaving you wracked with guilt. — reminding you that he wasn’t the one walking away, it was you who was pushing him away.

Your self-destructive tendencies resurfaced in full force, catching you off guard. You thought you had dealt with them, convinced you had outgrown that sorrowful habit.

Mid-thought you hear the front door open, your clearly exhausted 6'1 athletic boyfriend walks in, tossing his training bag onto the counter avoiding your gaze. You walked up to him pulling him to face you which left you even more shattered as you gazed into his exhausted, hurt eyes, what hurt even more was knowing that you were responsible for inflicting that pain on him

"I'm so sorry for everything I've said." you started

"Baby-"

"No, Jude, I really mean it. I hate this—I hate that no matter how hard you try to make me feel safe, I always end up ruining it." You cut him off, your eyes brimming with tears as you refused to meet his gaze. He placed his large palm against your jaw, gently urging you to look at him, but you couldn’t. You felt unworthy of his attention, of his care, of him.

"Look at me," he said firmly, and you complied, locking your gaze with his. A wave of fear washed over you, the unsettling thought that you had finally pushed him to his breaking point, That this time, he might choose not to break down the walls you had already begun to build.

"Hey… hey, stop that," he added, using his fingertip to wipe away the glistening pearls from your cheeks.

The sentimental gesture only confused you more. You questioned why he was being so gentle when frustration radiated from him. It was evident in the way his eyebrows furrowed, and how his eyes darted back and forth across your face, yet he still managed to prioritize your feelings above his own once again.

"You’re doing it again. I can practically sense the thoughts swirling in that head of yours." He attempts to lighten up the mood, as a way to calm you down once again.

"Please, don’t be gentle with me, Jude. I said some messed-up things."

He brushed a strand of hair away from your tear-streaked face, his eyes seeing right through your bullshit. Deep down, he understood—you hadn’t signed up for his lifestyle. He knew this was your first time loving someone with that kind of intensity, and that kind of love made you do things you never thought you would. It pushed you to act out of character, to question everything. And despite your words, he secretly empathized with the weight you were carrying.

"I get it," he said gently. "I know you’re scared of losing us, so you push me away, thinking I’ll leave. But I won’t. You have to accept that I’m not going anywhere" he firmly stated

"I love you, Jude" you replied. Your chest tightened with the weight of the argument looming between you, and he looked at you with a mix of worry, fear, and disappointment in his eyes.

"And I love you, but you won’t let me." He whispered softly as he hesitated, finally letting go of your face. A breath escaped him, one he hadn’t realized he was holding.

The silence was deafening, every unspoken word hanging heavy between you both. You felt like the elephant in the room, foolish for letting things unravel with the one person who truly cared for you, who knew you inside and out. Once again, the realization hit—you didn’t deserve him. And yet somehow, letting him go seemed easier than admitting the depth of your feelings.

"I wish you could let me in, I wish you could just let me love you the way you deserve to be loved, But your fear is greater than what we have and that's something you need to figure out"

"Jude please-" You plead selfishly, knowing that this repeated pattern of you pushing him away and him chasing after you had finally reached the finish line.

His attempt to reach out to you is returned by you taking a step back, further proving his point

“You’re pushing me away when all I want to do is hold you. How long are you going to keep this up?” he replies frustrated with how you keep getting in your own way.

You felt like you were being examined under a microscope, your thoughts laid bare. The silence between you only intensified his frustration, pushing him to dig deeper with more questions in search of clarity.

"You still haven't forgiven me for my past," he states.

“Don’t -” you say, but he interrupts pressing further into your vulnerability.

"The women I've been with—part of you still believes that part of my life is attached to me." He delivers this like a fact, another unpleasant reminder that he knows you better than you know yourself.

He waits patiently for your reaction to his truth bomb, knowing that he is treading on thin ice and that his words aren’t kind. Still, he can’t bring himself to acknowledge how you feel at that moment—not when he constantly puts up with your antics and guards your feelings over his. He knows that this is something you need to hear. You know that too.

“It’s not that simple,” you reply, “You don’t understand what it’s like to constantly compete with ghosts. Knowing I have nothing in common with your lifestyle or the fact that I look nothing like them. How do you expect me to just let that go when that's the bane of my existence Jude"

He sighs, the disappointment evident in his eyes.

"I never asked you to be like them. I'm asking you to trust that I am here, I'm asking you to believe that you are more than enough for me - that I won't leave you."

You turn away, frustration boiling inside you. “How can I do that when it feels like I’m always one step behind, waiting for you to slip back into that life.”

“You’re not behind,” he counters, stepping closer, his tone urgent. ignoring the last sentence you blurted knowing that your vulnerability made you say shit that was insubstantial.

“You’re with me. But you have to let me in. You have to let go of the pain.”

“...And you need to stop feeling so goddamn sorry for yourself,” he said, tone sharp, words piercing through your fog of confusion, challenging you to confront the emotions you’d been avoiding.

He employed the same tactics as on the football field, assessing your vulnerabilities and strategizing. This time, it wasn’t about rivalry or hostility. He was in the same match, but instead of defending against you, he was charging into your thoughts, eager to show he was equally afraid of losing you just as much. To him, you being off the field of his life just wasn’t an option he was settling for.

Your lips trembled as you absorbed his words, your fingers gripping the thin fabric of Jude's shirt. His scent wrapped around you, offering a sense of comfort amid the chaos of the moment.

“I wish I could,” you whisper, tears clouding your vision. “But I’m scared...Scared that I’m not enough for you”

He reaches out, brushing a tear from your cheek with the gentleness you so desperately crave. “You are enough. You don’t have to be perfect. Just be honest with me. Let me help you through this.”

His eyes dart all over your face attempting to decipher your thoughts secretly hoping that you don't push him away; hoping that you'd comfort him.

"I need you to meet me halfway on this; Please, just allow someone to be there for you—for once in your life."

His fingers gently brush against your face, gliding back and forth across your cheek, silently urging for a response. He tilts your face upward, guiding your gaze to meet his, the intensity in his eyes pressing you to say something—anything.

It feels like an eternity since you’ve spoken, the silence between you heavy and suffocating. The tension hangs thick in the air, punctuated only by the faint, steady ticking of the clock bolted to the wall, each sound a reminder of how much time has slipped by without a word.

"Please don't give me space, that's the last thing I want with you." you finally respond

He lets out a sigh of relief, his eyes filled with gratitude. You’re still here, still willing to wait for him, to fight for him with the same intensity he’s fought for you. Without hesitation, he pulls you flush against him, holding you tight as though you were slipping away like quicksand, desperate to keep you grounded in his arms.

But as he holds you, something unsettles him. Your body feels rigid, like you’re pulling away, even though you’re standing in his arms. He brushes his hand gently down your back, tension slightly easing but not fully fading. It lingers, heavy and unspoken - Just like where the both of you stood —on edge

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Thought daughters unite!

This is my first fic in a very long time, so please be kind lol

I love angst so much and I overthink a lottttt hence this fic!!!, so please lmk what you guys would like to read next, my inbox/ asks are open <3

this fic is gravely inspired by Silver Springs - Fleetwood Mac. I’ve had that song stuck in my head for days!!

Huge thanks to @urfriendlywriter for the apology prompt, It truly resonated with this story

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10 months ago

A Star At Home - F1 Grid

Summary: Her first home race, y/n has part of the duo that have pulled quickly Williams back from the depth. They've overtaken Mercedes, Ferrari and Red Bull in results for 2026 in the new regs and only sees a challenge in McLaren for P1. They're battling the top of the field. A lot rests on her shoulders but she's made no enemies.

Sidenote: Yes, I'm manifesting the greatest team comeback in the sport. Williams will rise to championship fighting, I believe in them.

British!reader

Warnings: Major character death, graphic descriptions of blood.

No part 2 requests please

Silverstone. The home race. Both for y/n and the team, and even for Alex though he races under the Thai flag, this is home really (*cough* I'm talking to you British media *cough*).

"Y/n, you look a buzz for the weekend. I don't think I've ever seen you smiling so much." Laura states as y/n appears on the stage for Thursday media.

"I'm having the best time ever. Oh my gosh, Silverstone was amazing in F2 and amazing in F3. I love being home so much. It never fails to just...make everything better than I could dream for it to be. You guys are the best people on the planet and I say that with all honesty and definitely a lot of bias." Y/n laughs always capable of charming a whole crowd of people while Alex is a little more awkward beside her. "I'm actually looking forward to trying to see the F2 and F3 sessions when I have the time."

Though he is quickly pulled into he conversation with y/n noticing him somewhat left out.

"Poor Alex has been holding my hand through every second, he's probably going to get a cramp in the car." Y/n smiles as Laura shifts the conversation over to Alex for a while.

Eventually they step down and y/n is pulled off to do some media pen stuff where Lewis also greets her catching her to talk for a bit and forcing the group to wait.

"You're going to do great. I'm sure I'll get to have a great time watching you battle the McLarens like always." Lewis jokes earning a grin from the young woman.

"Well so long as I don't lose my nerve or just bottle it." Y/n laughs only making Lewis tsk. "Don't 21 me, yeah?"

"Y/n Y/l/n." Lewis gasps then laughing. "You'll be fine. I've gotta go, but I'll catch you later."

Y/n grins bouncing up and down on her feet before she actually jogs around her side of the garage giving everyone high fives and thanks before she smiles moving to her helmet and putting in her ear pieces and balaclava ahead of FP1.

"Just remember it's practice, don't get too excited out there. We want the car in one piece for FP2." Her train, Miko jokes earning a smile before he he pats the top of her head and she grins getting the ok from her race engineer, Archie gives her the thumbs up to get in.

She's strapped in and radio checks before her screens are brought down and she just talks through the plan with Archie.

"I'm allowing you the outlap to relish in this first few moments in an F1 car." Archie states as she waves to the crowds.

"Thank you." Y/n laughs before she sighs.

"You're not going to cry are you? I'll force you to box."

"No. Twat." Y/n giggles before she decides to pick up the pace again. "Time to focus, I am already enjoying this though. It's good to be home."

"I think the fans agree, it's good to have you home." Archie chuckles since the fans are really cheering for her as she passes the grandstand. "Maybe they'll have a y/n grandstand next year."

"Don't get my hopes up." Y/n laughs before she begins to build up on the last few corners for the push lap.

Y/n's first two practice went well, top 3 as expected and after the third practice, going into qualifying she is actually feeling confident.

The only problem is, the McLaren's and Alex are also feeling pretty good and on one lap pace the Ferraris aren't half bad from the look of things.

Q1 and Q2 go smoothly, but going out for her first run in Q3 she's feeling new nerves accompany her adrenaline rush.

"I don't know if this one is going to be it." Y/n mumbles on the outlap.

"Good thing we've got another go after this one, but just give it everything and then we box afterwards. We just need the banker lap, alright?"

"Copy." Y/n mumbles still not feeling the confidence she had felt in the practice sessions.

She speeds around for her push lap and despite her feeling completely unfaithful in her abilities she spots her time jump up on the screen knowing that Archie will hesitate to inform her.

"Box this lap."

"That's going to be easy to beat." Y/n sighs shaking her head. "Fuck sake."

"We'll discuss once you've boxed. Oscar 8 seconds on a push lap."

When y/n gets back to the pits she sighs starting to discuss where to improve and after a few minutes, y/n is sent back out with the rest of the top 10.

"Head down. This is home." Archie states in what she's sure is meant to be motivation but really just makes her feel like she's about to put in such a bad lap that the crowd might actually think she's mocking the sport entirely.

"Ok, before I start my lap. I don't want to know until I'm in the pitlane ok?" Y/n instructs earning agreement from Archie as he looks over at James, a moment which is caught on camera.

Y/n starts her flying lap as the last driver to cross the line managing to shake off her nerves and just focus completely on the lap.

She gets through the lap and actually it didn't feel quite as shoddy as her banker but Archie doesn't say anything till she's in the pitlane.

"That's P2, baby. Get up there and come see the team. You have a front row start at home." Archie finally utters making her almost slump and begin to laugh.

"I'm sorry."

"I hope you're talking to yourself. It's your own abilities you doubted." Archie states as she pulls up. "P0, and out you get the team are waiting for you."

Y/n laughs climbing out the car, managing to squeeze herself out around the steering wheel before she bounds over to the team laughing as she jumps into the crowd getting pats.

It's not pole, but front row as a rookie at their home race is pretty damn impressive.

In fact in both team and driver the front row is Brits and the top three is Brits with Alex taking P3.

Y/n smiles hugging both Alex and Lando before she moves to get weighed before finally getting her helmet and balaclava off.

"Y/n y/l/n, I mean that was special-"

"Not special enough for pole, but I didn't want to ruin Lando's day." Y/n jokes making Lando move over poking her side before giving her a side hug.

"She's very special, everyone should be giving her a cheer. Especially after that awful banker."

"Oww...I'll get you for that, watch yourself on the first corner." Y/n jokes before pushing him away and refocuses on the interviewer. "Sorry, go on."

"No, it is nice to see. You were quite negative after that first lap but first row is very good and you have got yourself quite the company going into the first corner. How you feeling about tomorrow?"

"I would like to think my maiden win as a rookie could come tomorrow but that's quite cocky and overconfident even for me. So a podium on any step will suffice. Maybe I'll push for a fastest lap and if any fans want to stop giving Lando driver of the day every day then I'd happily take the votes."

Y/n smiles feeling Lewis nudge her as he arrives to stand next to her for the anthem.

"It's starting to get a little crowded in this line up of Brits for the anthem...might be time to retire. I'd give up my spot but I'm far too young and talented." Y/n teases making the older man chuckle and give her a side hug before they space out, her between himself and Lando while George stands on Lando's other side.

"So mean." Lewis laughs while y/n just grins and then the anthem is announced and the four Brits stand proud and tall as they are meant to.

Then it's over and y/n is rushing back to her car along with all the other drivers heading backwards.

Archie talks to her while Miko holds everything at the ready and within a few minutes she's in the cockpit and awaiting the start of the race.

Her start for the formation lap isn't perfect but once she's back in the P2 spot she forces herself to shake it off. One bad start doesn't mean another bad start follows.

She puffs out a couple breaths watching as the red lights appear one by one and then after a few beats, they're gone and thankfully she's speeding forward into turn 1.

Annoying she makes it out unscathed but Alex and Charles both get ahead of her. Charles gets into P2 which definitely earns annoyance from Alex too, the Ferrari driver is in the 3rd fastest car and just overtook them both.

And so she ends up fighting them both as they go through the first lap with Lando scampering away while the three battle for 2nd.

It's in the third lap with the field still not spread out much that y/n tries to at least get past Alex. What she doesn't expect is for him to try and get past Charles not paying mind to her. In a split second y/n's world literally turns upside down.

By the error is that they were going into copse and the sharp swerve leave her car completely out of control. Pieces fly off as the gravel doesn't slow the momentum but instead just wrecks the car. In fact the gravel seems to add to the damage.

Agony strikes up and down her body, she can't locate a body part in more pain than another but when she stops moving she's blacked out for a couple seconds. Cameras removed themselves from watching the scene but nothing stopped the spectators from bearing witness to the mangled ball that's left of a car. Her legs up to her shins exposed from the severe damage of the car.

Her radio is too damaged for messages to come through or be sent and all anyone can do is watch marshals rush to her aid, but she's in a hard spot to get to quickly.

Y/n wakes herself feeling her body screaming in pain, it's only when she looks down and sees the something had managed to stab into her thigh and fly out that panic sets in all pain sourced there. It has to be more than just a deep cut.

Blood is pouring into what's left of the cockpit.

"Red flag. Red flag. Y/n is out in copse." All the race engineers state through the radios.

"Is she ok?" Alex asks in concern since he'd seen her.

"Just come into the pitlane."

Most of the drivers ask, many of them having seen her crash right in front of them, the red flag was raised before the crash even stopped. The extent of it being bad enough that there wasn't anyone who could think she was going to be ok.

Y/n's adrenaline is keeping her awake but it's also causing more bleeding and when Dr Ian Roberts appears she can't stop crying.

"I can't move. I can't get up." Y/n cries when they appear but audible scream rips through the air when they apply pressure, the spectators flinching, some parents of children have already started leaving to save them anymore trauma.

In the blinding pain, y/n's body goes into shock right there and the race to get her out is on.

Meanwhile drivers are climbing out their cars. Some marching for answers, some seeming to treat it like any red flag. But more than a couple notice Alex actually stumble back from the pit wall after he's spoken to James then the team principal is walking inside being caught by Toto and only a few words are exchanged before James is gone and the Austrian has also paled.

Before Lewis has the chance to catch the Austrian, he's disappeared into the Mercedes garage and out the back.

"What's happening?" Lewis asks moving to Fred as Charles practically runs from the pit lane.

"It is looking unlikely that we will continue the race...Y/n's condition is...bad. I do not know the extent but I know they have struggled in getting her out the car in fear of moving her causing more injury.' Fred states while Lewis suddenly feels like he's aged 20 years in 10 seconds.

Word spreads quickly and while the red flag has officially been into an early race end. No news of when or if it will start comes around.

Eventually drivers are called into a meeting with all team principals included. James at the front of the room and for the first time ever he's showing emotion that gives makes the room drop in temperature.

"We wanted to inform drivers second to having y/n's family and loved ones informed." Stefano states looking like a broken man. "Y/n was lost to her injuries on trackside. The race will obviously not resume."

He decides to leave out the specifies that she lost too much blood and despite all efforts to resuscitate her. By the time they could try, too much blood was gone and nothing could bring her back. Her heart had given out and the adrenaline that had initially woken her up and kept her conscious before the pain became unbearable was nothing.

The room is unmoved. Everyone unable to comprehend the reality.

Y/n can't be dead.

She was so...alive.

Y/n was laughing and joking and she spent the driver's parade dodging the interviews because she wanted to talk to everyone while they were driving around.

Alex suddenly breaks the frozen image literally pushing his chair over before he storms out the room making the rest finally react. Finally feel the weight of their emotions.

Lewis hunches over hiding his face in his hands much like his teammate who has felt too much loss in his life and now he's forced to see another person he cared for so dearly be taken from this earth.

There a choked breath before another driver leaves, Max leaving with Oscar following not far after and Lando before slowly everyone has filtered out.

It took only a 30 minutes for the drivers to become aware of photos of videos some that appear to be of y/n's last breaths making the rounds online from spectators on the grandstands.

The sight of her soaked white suit, red and nearer the obvious wound, black with the stain of her blood.

"I don't care! That-That should be illegal. That is a person! That is our friend and she has died and they are posting her-" Max chokes on his words as he speaks to Stefano among some other FIA personnel as other drivers hear the shouting and head out to back the champion up. "That is y/n! Find them and have them ban. Smash their phone. Shame them! We cannot allowed this."

"Max is right. These pictures and videos should not be shared. Even if it's not to protect y/n, then to respect her family and friends-us! We have to see that knowing her and know the pain she was in." Lewis states feeling his ache and hollowness be replaced with anger.

He didn't play the videos, someone else did in the Ferrari unit but the screams will haunt him. They'll stay with him. No crowd chatter of concern could drown out her pain. Her cries for help.

Some drivers had even saw the pictures of the pooled blood on the gravel.

A promise of getting hold of each and every person who has posted the videos and pictures and full intention of bringing justice to the fact that there should've never been such inhumane actions of sharing them in the first place.

They allowed everyone a couple days.

All the drivers attended the quickly arranged funeral. Lewis, Alex, Lando and Charles being of the few who helped to carry her coffin.

Alex hasn't spoken since the day of the race. His family and Lily have tried but he's assigned blame of the accident to himself after trying to stomach the replays at least up to the swerve, though James had done everything to stop him from watching the clips.

He isn't the only one who felt at fault. Charles had felt he did wrong, though that is a little harder to justify. He only played a part in that he was the car Alex was aiming to overtake. Other than that there was no part he played in the sudden incident.

Watching her dad step up to the podium to give the eulogy there is nothing more soul-destroying.

"I want to apologise if I do not manage to keep my composure. I'm a grieving father to the last thing I had left." Y/d/n states reminding everyone of the fact that actually less than a year ago her lost his wife, y/n's mother to illness. Not publicly shared but the pain of loss is no less no matter the illness. Now he's lost the daughter he so publicly supported.

He was at the race. He had to watch. He had to witness the moments that led up to his own child's death.

"Y/n was a star from the moment she was born. I knew it. Her mum had tried everything to get her away from karts, said-said they were dangerous for someone as small as y/n. So I did everything to make it safer. I would add extra padding to her seat and to her rib protector. But I never wanted to hold her back from pursuing her dream and when she discovered F1, trying to inform her that women didn't drive in F1 was like trying to take a bone from a dog. Despite my trying to make her understand that her dream was nearly impossible. I wanted to support her though, and she climbed and fought her way through the ranks, she proved herself time and time again and when James Vowles took a chance on her. Put her in a seat. She cried that day and she promised to make me proud. In that moment, I mistakenly didn't correct her in saying I was already more proud of her than she could've ever imagined."

There a brief pause the man wiping tears with a tissue as someone gets up from their seat and exits. Thankfully not one of the drivers but another family member who clearly can't bear to handle this speech.

"I didn't express my pride verbally because I assumed it was always so obvious. But that is a mistake I'll carry with me for the rest of my life." Y/d/n looks down at his notes seeming to try and recall what he wanted to say. "To the drivers who drove alongside y/n, I thank you for being here. She had always spoken so highly of you all, she said that there wasn't a driver she didn't want to befriend because she had no intention of enemies. I also want to-I want to thank you for protecting her even later after...It was passed onto me that you had all demanded justice in a moment where as her family we in that moment were too weak to act and the use of your power and the respect towards y/n's memory in your actions coming together is something you may not feel we owe you for but I hope to communicate my thanks. I'd also like to thank everyone within F1, the drivers, the Williams team and anyone else who may have had a friendship or even acquaintance with y/n. Because I find great comfort in knowing she was loved and cared for and she felt that during her-short career. I hope I'm not asking much in that you carry her even just silently in your thoughts for however long you can. Not many of you knew her for long but she was special and even if it is just a passing thought, I would like to think her memory will live on through each of you."

Y/n's commemoration comes the following day with y/d/n, the drivers on the grid along with the teams and even a significant amount of former drivers appear wanting to pay their respects.

With Silverstone not due to be in use within the next couple weeks, they are allowed to place the flowers down in copse where they done every thing to clean up the gravel like it never happened.

"You shouldn't ever think of blaming yourself." Y/d/n states finding Alex looking at the spot as he has been for nearly 10 minutes, his bouquet for her among the masses. "Alex, you can't blame yourself for this. If it was anyone's error, as much as it physically pains me. It was y/n-"

"I wasn't looking behind me for her at all. I was so focused on passing Charles-"

"She never should've tried not while being able to see much more easily what you were doing." Y/d/n frowns as tears gather in his eyes.

"I'm sorry. We are supposed to be honouring y/n and I'm making this about me."

"Alex...you are now carrying the team especially since James has decided any replacement for y/n will require multiple races. To give the team time to heal-including you."

Alex nods, he actually wasn't aware of that. He'd hardly communicated with anyone in the team though that is more of his doing than anyone.

"Whoever replaces y/n won't be able to live up to her. I can't even do that." Alex admits then wincing. "She was the best of us and with more time-"

"I know, but...now we all have to not live with what she could've been because she won't ever be that." Y/d/n states then sighing. "I was hoping you might help me and might pull other drivers in that you know she was close to...Silverstone wants to build her a memorial and I want the people she drove with and worked with to be the ones who design it."

"You'll help-"

"I've done my part and I'm afraid now I have to go home and...remember her there. Please, I'm entrusting this to you because she may not have told you. But she very much looked up to you and admired you a lot. So if you would lead the memorial and invite me to see the finished product then I'd appreciate it."

Alex takes a moment, looking at the exhausted man.

Really looking at him.

Y/d/n is worn and beaten by his grief, if he admitted he's not slept since y/n's crash then Alex would believe him. Clearly he needs rest and to recover from yet another life stripped and dragged from him so unwillingly.

"I'll make it a memorial that is perfect for y/n." Alex promises earning is very small and still forced smiled.

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priscsstuff

6 months ago

hello!! pls could i request reader who's part of the original arcane gang & one of vander's children? if you're okay with it could you also focus on how their relationship would be with each specific member (specifically mylo he's my favourite) but if not then i'm okay with just their relationship with vander. i'm sorry if i'm asking for too much i'm okay with as much or as little as you wanna do :D

Ofc I can do Mylo <3 I absolutely love this request and I'll make sure to add everyone ( bonus with little man )

Pairing ; GN + Multiple characters (PLATONIC)

Pronouns ; They/Them

Character(s); Vander, Vi, Powder, Mylo, Claggor ( Bonus; Ekko )

Warnings ; lots of swearing, threatening (?), blowing up a kitchen, I can't think of anything else.

other ; Reader is a year younger than Vi

+started 1/4/22 -> ended 1/4/22 +

Vander

Dear lord, he has another one.

Being a single dad, having to protect a city, running a bar AND having 5 children was extremely tiring.

The only time you would usually see him is if he was working at the bar, or if it was night time and work was over for him.

He always felt terrible about not spending a lot of time with his children, so he'd probably stay up late at night with you and the others to make up for it.

Like once everyone was out of the bar for the night, he would play some songs and have a dance party with everyone. ( probably made some amazing root beer floats )

Whenever you would be arguing with someone, he would always make the two of you talk it out and apologize to each other.

" Vander! Mylo hid away all of my arrows and I can't go do archery! "

" I told you I didn't touch them Y/N! "

" Kids, lets calm down , we don't want the situation getting any worse. "

Once you said you wanted to try archery for the first time, he was so stoked but also scared.

What if you got hurt? stabbed yourself on accident? KILLED SOMEONE-

10000% overthinks ALL THE TIME.

Whenever it was just you and Vander alone at night, I feel like he would lay on the couch and let you lay on him.

cuddling together as he read you one of your favorite chapter books.

sometimes you would fall asleep and he would think it is the cutest thing ever.

Vander was laying on his back while you were laying on top of him. One of Vander's large arms was wrapped protectively around you as you snuggled into his chest. Vander's other hand was holding up a chapter book, soon flipping to the next page as he continued to read out loud to you.

" Nex slowly placed his hand on top of the book. Suddenly, a bright and shining light glowed from the- "

*SNOREEEEE*

"... You asleep, kiddo? "

Getting no answer, he chuckled and smiled, slowly closing the book and placing it on the coffee table. Vander picked you up in his arms and slowly walked to your room, trying to not wake you up.

He placed you on your mattress and placed the warm blankets on top of you, leaning down to the bedside and brushing your hair out of your face.

" I love you, kiddo. Sweet dreams. " He whispered, placing a small kiss on your forehead before slowly walking out of your room.

I think it would be so funny if you two just geeked out on a book you were reading about and the rest of the kids are just like " ???? "

" Oh my god, don't even get me started on how much of an asshole Kate was towards Charlie! She was so mean? FOR NO REASON TOO! " - You

" I feel like Charlie is going to find out that she actually stole Liz's gem lane instead of finally getting her own. " - Vander

" WHO THE HELL IS CHARLIE AND KATE AND WHAT THE FUCK IS A GEM LANE?! " - Vi

Would absolutely love it if you read his favorite books with him as well.

Some nicknames he would call you are kiddo, bud and kid.

Vi

Since you are a year younger than Vi, you would still get bossed around by her.

She would boss you around in a joking manner of course

Like waiting for the perfect moment of when you get off the couch to stretch and then will ask for you to get her a Fanta or a Coke.

She gets herself into a lot of fights, and you would usually be the one cleaning her wounds up

" Hold still- Vi- VI STOP MOVING, I CAN'T EVEN PUT A BAND AID ON YOU?! "

" But I look even more cooler if people see my cool battle scars! "

" Vi you are 16, I'd be concerned if you had real battle scars. "

I bet you, she would see this cute girl or guy and immediately come to you to tell you about them.

Sometimes she would ask you for advice on how to talk to them and you're just like ??

Usually, you’ll train with Vi with that robot punching bag game thingy.

You would always make bets with each other as well

And you always lost

You started getting out of breath as you uppercut the robot guy. You were 1200 points away from getting onto the leader board, but you were so exhausted it HURT. Your legs were shaking as you tried dodging one last time, getting hit by the robot and losing.

" Oopsie daisy~ and per usual I, the unbeatable Vi, won yet again. "

" ughhhhhh- I can't feel my legs- How do you do this everyday for two hours straight!? "

" My motivation is to get hot Piltover chicks and get sick abs. "

" What's with you and Piltover girls anyway? "

" Have you ever seen cute chicks down here? "

" 1. no, and 2, you are a minor, please stop saying chicks like you're a 34 year old man. "

" yeah, yeah whatever scrub. Now go get me my Fanta prize. "

Some nicknames she would call you were Scrub and Sparrow

Scrub because you can never beat her at anything that requires physical movement.

Sparrow because you like to shoot arrows.

Powder

Since she is the youngest, she gets picked on by Mylo. A lot.

Just be prepared for her to come running to you if Vi isn’t there to protect her from Mylo’s shenanigans.

She would probably look up to you because of what you do for her.

Like when she asked if you could teach her how to shoot a bow and arrow.

You made her a homemade bow and let her color and design it herself. ( which she got very excited about. )

“ great, now pull the string all the way back to your chin… “

Powder did so, closing one of her eyes as she aimed at the spray pained piece of cardboard.

“ Relax your shoulders and lower your elbow a bit. And in 3… 2… 1… shoot “

She let go of the string, the arrow flying to the other side of the room as it crashed into a vase full of wilting flowers. The two of you starred at the broken vase as it shattered to the ground and water spilled on the floor.

“ Y/N?! POWDER? WHAT HAPPENED? “ Vander yelled from the other room, the two of you hearing him get up out of his chair. “ hurry, hurry- give me the bow- “

Another reason she looks up to you is that you take the blame if Vi isn’t there to defend her.

Whenever she trips or falls and gets hurt, you’re usually the one that will clean up her wounds while Vi is there to calm her down.

I feel like Vi would hype up her falls and call them cool.

“ Yknow, that was a pretty badass fall. “ - Vi

“ Oh, totally. You owned that shit like a motha’. Fuckin’. boss. “ - You

“ See? And that’s why she is one of the strongest girls I know! “ - Vi

Oh. And the two of you spoil her so much.

She still has old markers that won’t work from 2 years ago because of how thankful she was for the gift.

She forces you and Vi to draw with her a lot because she wants to make something for you two.

Powder doesn’t really call you any nicknames normally.

But when you two are playing stuffed animals, she will call you ‘ Evil Meowtins‘ thanks to your role of a scary villain cat.

Mylo

Tried making Mylo’s the longest! Hope you enjoy, Anon :)

Being the second youngest at 14, he always tried being the ‘ coolest ‘ of the group.

There are times where he will purposely lock everyone in to show off his amazing lock picking skills.

He tries to pick fights with Claggor because he is a couple days older than him.

You are ALWAYS. the one that makes him calm down as well.

If he gets a little hot headed, he will come to you to rant for a bit.

You try and listen as well as you can, but when he doesn’t know what else to complain about he will start to repeat himself.

“ and when I fell down- HE LAUGHED AT ME. Even though it was his fault that he put the paint bucket there in the first place!! “ - Mylo

“ mhm… Yeah, I think you hit your head pretty hard because you’re forgetting that you’ve said this 4 times now. “ - You

He gets really embarrassed when you tease him in front of people but would pretend it didn’t phase him.

He teases you as well, but will apologize if you tell him to stop.

You’ve learned that Mylo has a difficult time expressing his emotions. Like really bad.

He throws fits and cause fights as a coping mechanism, which in the end makes things worse. For both him and the others.

You’ve learned to be patient with him, also defending him in certain situations when he was being the one picked on.

You’ve decided to do this little trick with him, trying to make him stop his acting out habits.

Whenever he would be nice for the day or whenever he wouldn’t complain a lot, you would give him a small brain teaser toy.

Whenever he was mediocre, you would give him maybe 1 or 3 simple Metal puzzle toys.

He would bring the small puzzles with him whenever he left the house just incase he got bored.

Then, whenever he was nice the entire day or most of the day, you would give him large and difficult puzzles for him.

Some of them would be too difficult so you would get the ones he couldn’t do and give them to Ekko.

He would always use them though, having his own little corner with all of the puzzles you got for him.

He asks you if you want to do pranks with him, which you can’t say no to or else you would be a target next.

Fun fact, did you know Claggor’s real hair color is actually blonde?

“ MYLO! “

“ What ya want now? “ He said, pretending to tinker with a locked box.

“ DID YOU DO THIS?! “ Claggor ran into their shared room and pointed at his hair. It was no longer a dirty blonde color, his hair was a very dark chocolatey brown with some blonde spots here and there.

“ Oh wow, Claggor- pfft, I never knew you wanted to dye your hair brown. “

“ I think the color suits you nicely, Claggor!” You said, giving him a genuine smile.

“ VANDERRRRR! “ Claggor screamed out, starting to walk to the other room.

“ HEY- waitwaitwait nono we can talk this out- Y/N was the one with the idea in the first place! “ Mylo panicked, quickly walking behind him while waving his arms around rapidly.

“ OI! YOU’RE SUCH A LIAR, I ONLY GAVE YOU THE CASH! HOW DARE YOU USE ME AS A HUMAN SHIELD FOR YOUR OWN GAIN! “ You yelled, soon running after them.

Thankfully Claggor started to like his new hair color and kept it for a couple more years.

Again, you never usually yell at people and you can be patient when it comes to your brothers and sisters.

The first time you got full on mad was actually thanks to Mylo.

“ Mylo… if you don’t get that bow out of your stupid little closet I will use your head as a sledge hammer and get it out myself. “

Mylo was trying to impress you on how great of a lock picker he was and locked your bow in his closet. Problem was, after he got your attention, he couldn’t get the locks open and now his lock picker was jammed.

If this was any other item you probably wouldn’t get angry. But since this was a gift from Vander and the rest of your siblings ( ft. Ekko for paying 4 cents in total ), you were getting pissed.

“ uh- uh- right- sorry okay uhm. Oh god- “

“ I’m going to give you 30 minutes to figure your shit out and if I don’t get my bow back by then, Mylo. I’ll make sure that you will see something even scarier than death itself, do you understand?!“

He nodded and quickly got back to work.

In the end, he ‘ borrowed ‘ Vander’s axe and saved your bow from being forgotten in his gross closet.

Yeah, never again.

He calls you a lot of nicknames. Some to tease you.

Gears ; you got scammed after thinking you bought a box full of arrowheads, looking in the box at home only to have 100 gears instead. Also how you got the nickname ‘ Gears for Brains. ‘

Jammer ; after the incident with the closet and your bow, whenever you you couldn’t find your bow he would call you Jammer. ( like how his lock pick got jammed )

Fruit Cake ; you once ate some old ladies fruit cake to be nice and later threw up the 3 slices she fed you. Calls you fruit cake whenever you are hurt or feeling sick.

Some other examples are ; archer, salty Salmon, sibby ( refuses to say sibling ), buggy, stinky breath, etc.

Claggor

The calmest sibling out of the entire Vander family

Usually when the two of you hang out it’s just you guys reading two different books in the same room.

It’s not that you two were awkward or didn’t like each other, you two just had your own kind of hanging out time.

But when you guys did plan to do something, the two of you would think about making trick arrows.

You two were in love with all of the comic books with Birdeye and Bait Bishop that you were both inspired to try and make their trick arrows.

Once, you two tried making a net arrow and it exploded in both of your faces.

You two got so tangled up in the nets that you had to call Vander over to cut you guys out.

Both of you can geek out about books and plays for hours and not get bored.

Sometimes Vander had to tell you guys to shut up and go to bed because of your late night talks.

“ Yeah, I honestly think Felix was the one that killed Ammi because remember in chapter 6 when they found out that Felix served prison for attacking his ex girlfriend?“ - Claggor

“ Yeah, no way. Jennie got jealous of Ammi when she went against her word and hooked up with that Taylor guy. Jennie is TOTTALY the killer- “ - you

“ kids… you’ve been talking about this for the past 2 hours… please just go to bed “ - Vander

It’s either that or he walks into the living room to see that you both fell asleep on the couch.

You two also like baking together.

Even though Claggor is the one that does most of the baking, you’re the one that does things like decorations and if you two are making a cake, you’re the one that frosts it.

The reason you only did decoration and frosting was because you were banned from baking cakes

It was a pretty uneventful day for Vander. The bar wasn’t as crowded like it usually was and no one tried to come in and pick a fight. He started humming to himself before he heard a loud boom coming from the kitchen, hearing a couple of screams and some pans dropping on the floor.

Dad mode on. “ Y/N!! NO- “ That was the sound of Claggor’s voice. He quickly left the bar and rushed to the kitchen “ Y/N?! Claggor?! Are you okay- “ Vander started coughing as he inhaled flour into his nose, squinting and fanning his hand around to try and see what happened.

“ Kids you okay? “ he asked, “ what happened in here? “

“ Y/N- how much baking powder did you use for the cake… “ Claggor asked, helping you up from the floor.

“ well- It was a lot of cake that we were making, so I poured the rest of the box. “

It was silent for a long time before you spoke up again, “ …I’m guessing I wasn’t supposed to add that much- “

“ You guess? You just exploded mY WHOLE KITCHEN- “

Vander made a weird face before looking at Claggor’s outline through the flour dust, “ your kitchen? “

“ Well it’s not that bad. “ you said quickly, trying to look on the bright side. “ at least I didn’t put metal in the microwave, hahaha!”

“ …kiddo… I love you, so, so much. I want you to know that. You are one of my oldest children, one of the mature ones and I greatly appreciate that… “

“ Aw! Thanks pops! I tr- “

“ But you’re no longer allowed to bake anything from now on. “

Oh god, after that incident, Mylo and Vi wouldn’t stop teasing you for months.

Claggor doesn’t really use nicknames for you and calls you by your name to show respect.

When the two of you are alone and he wants to get your attention, he will call you his sibling.

+++BONUS+++

Ekko

Ekko was the youngest of the group, but he was definitely the most energetic out of everyone.

Ekko looked up to you and Vi the most.

He thought you two were badass and thought you two were superheros at some point.

When you both had to tell him the truth, he was heartbroken but still looked up to you.

If he saw you out in public he would just follow you around, asking if you needed help with anything.

When he was going to be alone for the night, you would bring him back home to have a sleepover.

It was so hard to put Ekko to sleep, so sometimes you two would just read kids stories until you both passed out.

You usually fall asleep before him though…

“ and with a swoop of her wand… she gave Cinderella… “ you let out a yawn.

“ wait I want to see what happens! Don’t go to sleep yet! I want to see her pretty dress! “

“ mhm… of course little man, I’ll try and stay up. “ You smiled and kissed the top of his head. You two were currently sitting on the couch, both of you sitting cris-cross-apple-sauce while Ekko sat on your lap.

“ Cinderellas ruined dress started to glow,,, the fabric turned into beautiful silk as it turned into gorgeous blue ball gown“ Ekko waited for you to turn the page for a couple of seconds before hearing a small bonk behind him.

Ekko turned around to look at you to see you passed the fuck out. Your head hit the top of the couch, as you let out soft snores. Ekko pouted and yanked the book from your hands before closing it and putting it on the ground, turning around again to cuddle into your chest.

Since you called him little man and cutie pie as nicknames, he started making some up for you.

Sleep monster ; the amount of times you have, quote, “ betrayed him “ by falling asleep when you didn’t finish reading his books gained you this title.

Bow ; you have a bow. Simple as that.

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priscsstuff

1 year ago

Hi hello it's me again I have another cute scenario

Imagine gekko little buddies keep following the reader like for example gekko is telling them to do something and the moment they see the reader they start coming to them and want there attention

Lmao.

I just love your writing, so feel free to skip if you like :)

OMGGG BRO THATS SO SWEET, thank you!! it means so much to me 💚 Also hi again! Sorry if this took long.:"c

I love his little baby's they make me so happy 😭

♡♡LITTLE CREW♡♡

Gekko (Mateo) x GN!Reader

Cw: Nothing rlly! Just little babys being little babys!! Also the reader and gekko are just friends, feelings are kind of inplied! ♡

Song: On & On - Piri & Tommy

Enjoy!!

Your morning routine was always the same, but everything changed when Gekko came along, not because of him barging in your room at 9 to ask if you wanted to go out for breakfast some days of the week, not because of his beautiful smile making your entire day, surprisingly, it wasn't him.

It was the little gurgling sounds coming from underneath your bed at 6 am waking you up. You recognized these sounds now, but looking under your bed, you couldn't find anything aside from some dust and a singular sock you've been missing for a week.

You brushed it off as a dream you were having, deciding to get up and start your day.

Heading to the kitchen you could of swore you heard tiny footsteps behind you, looking around, again, you didn't find anything, thinking it was your own footsteps being too loud, you tried walking as slow as possible, not trying to wake anyone at the protocol. You shuddered thinking of the earful you would get from a certain elderly man.

You started cooking something simple, pancakes. You were in the middle of cracking an egg when suddenly, you feel something clashing with your heel, repeatedly.

You almost screamed at the sudden touch, but fortunately for you, you catch yourself on the act.

Putting the spatula on the counter, you turn around and look down to find a little yellow blob trying his best to hug your leg before he was rudely interrupted, looking at you with a sad expression, tears prickling his eyes.

"OH, oh my god, Wingman!" You exclaimed, picking the little guy up by his... waist? The anatomy of these babys was odd. "Are you the one that woke me up?" He shook his head up and down, clinging to your right hand for some support, like his owner, he wasn't a fan of heights. You relocated the little blob on top of the counter. "Did you want some company, budd? You could of just..." You trailed off, seeing Dizzy and Thrash hiding in the shadows. "Asked."

You went to pick them both up, bringing them to Wingman's side "Why are all of you here? where is Mosh?" They tried their best to communicate with you, but you really couldn't understand them at all, so instead of asking them to repeat themselves, you opted to make a deal with them.

"Okay, how about this" You grabbed the egg you were about to break and gave it to wingman. "You guys help me cook myself some breakfast..." Trash made a excited sound. "Quietly... AND I don't get kicked for disturbing the peace"

You quickly pet Dizzy and soon after, pick up the spatula. "Deal?" The little creatures cheered and agreed to help you.

For what feelt like a good chunk of time, the four of you kept trying your best to make this setup work, these little guys were good at fights, yes, but they weren't 5 stars chefs, either way, the pancakes where finally done, they were nothing near perfect, but yall had fun in the process.

You sat down with too many pancakes on your plate and a bunch of happy, cheering friends at your side, giving some to all of the members of the current squad for them to devour.

After that, you cleaned your plates, put the remaining pancakes on the fridge and went back to your room, with all the little creatures following close behind you.

"Damn" You layed on your bed with the little critters on your abdomen and chest. "You guys don't mind if i steal you a little longer, right?" To your surprise, no one protested. They just snuggled closer to you and you all went back to sleep.

Thank you for reading!! ♡♡♡ Also, i didn't include Mosh because it seems like he can't be outside without Mateo, or without being like, held by someone? AND YOU ARE NOT COOKING ONE HANDED, FIRE HAZARD!!!

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priscsstuff

1 year ago

Moon Star

Marc Spector x Daughter!reader

Summary- After the snap the relationship you had with your father, Marc Spector is nothing of what it was before. The love he once harbored are all memories, and the responsibility he had over his own child he left to his parents and Layla. It isn’t until you’re 18 that you join Layla’s side for adventures Marc never wanted you to join, you become best friends, she becomes your mother. And it’s when you’re finally out back in London that things begin to go awry and your father crosses your life again, only he says he isn’t your father but rather Steven Grant. It hurts to hear him deny the fact, hear him turn you down and ignore you, you’re set to finally forget about him, but then you have no choice but to go on an adventure with him, Layla and the egyptian god Khonshu.

What does the adventure hold? Salvation for your relationship with your father? Pain? Or a very special opportunity…

Season 1:

Chapter 1: Wolf

Chapter 2: Isn’t it strange?

Chapter 3: All for love

Chapter 4: Heart to heart

Chapter 5: Spider-boy

Chapter 6: Daddy’s girl

Chapter 7: Should I stay or Should I go?

Marvin Gayne (faceclaim)

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priscsstuff

9 months ago

Sunshine behinde the camera

At just 18 years old, Isabela Ferreira, affectionately known as “Sunshine” by the McLaren Formula 1 Racing team, lands her dream job as their new team photographer. Hailing from Brazil, Isabela’s vibrant spirit and keen eye for capturing the thrill of the race quickly make her a beloved figure among the drivers, fans, and crew. But behind her bright smile and stunning photographs lies a challenging home life, as she navigates the emotional aftermath of her parents’ divorce.

As Sunshine immerses herself in the fast-paced world of Formula 1, she finds unexpected support from the drivers both on and off the grid. They become her mentors, friends, and protectors, helping her through the toughest moments. With their encouragement, Sunshine learns to balance her passion for photography with the complexities of her personal life, discovering strength she never knew she had.

started: 10.08.24

last updated: 13.08.24

2024 season

The beginning

Testing

Bahrain/Sachir

Saudi-Arabia/ Dschidda

Australia/ Melbourne

Japan/ Suzuka

China/ Shanghai

USA/Miami

Italy/ Imola

Monaco/ Monte-Carlo

Canada/ Montreal

Spain/ Barcelona

Austria/ Spielberg

Great Brittan/ Silverstone

Hungary/ Hungaroring

Belgum/ Spa-Francorchamps

Summerbreak

Netherlands/ Zandvoort

Italy/ Monza

Azerbaidshan/ Baku

Singapur/ Singapur

USA/ Austin

Mexico/ Mexico

Brasil/ Sao Paulo

USA/ Las Vegas

Qatar/ Losail

Abu Dhabi/ Yas Marina

Winterbreak

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priscsstuff

5 months ago

Drunk Shakespeare

Summary: It’s Summer 1925 in the Little Lady Blinderverse. Isiah and Clara decide to end their work day early to escape the heat of the betting shop, but find the heat in the air between them is harder to escape than they thought.

Characters: Clara Shelby x Isiah Jesus, Finn Shelby pops in for a moment.

Prompt: Almost caught

Content Warnings: Just vibes and a little kissing.

Tell me what y'all think! Reviews and comments are always appreciated. 😌❤️

Peaky Blinders (Little Lady Blinder) Masterlist

Peaky Blinders (Non-Shelby!Sister) Masterlist

Clara watched the long hand of her brother's old pocket watch as it moved around the clock face, the quiet ticks and tocks seeming to mock her as they seemed to slow and delay in her mind.

After what had seemed like an eternity squashed into a mere morning and early afternoon, she was basically caught up on the books. Or at least, if she wasn't precisely caught up, Clara wasn't feeling particularly motivated to keep working on them. Not that she'd been doing anything that could really be considered ‘work’ for the last hour and a half.

Shoving the pocketwatch away, she glanced at Isiah. He was across the room in Finn’s office, twirling a pencil in his fingers. Clara wasn't sure what he was meant to be ‘working’ on in her brother's office, but she assumed pencil twirling wasn't it.

It had been a slow afternoon. No one had been keen on laying bets or working, so the shop had emptied early. Everyone had finished up their day's work and gone home.

In this heat, Clara didn't blame them. Despite the mound of work she had to complete for her brother, she didn't want to be here either.

Clara had already shed her sweater. She couldn't respectably lose any more layers or she'd be left in just her slip, but she longed for it. She longed for a breeze or dip in one of the ponds on the grounds of Arrow House. She longed for a chunk of ice from the ice box in the kitchen. She longed for the end of this Friday afternoon, the end to this stale, sticky existence.

Clara pushed herself back from the desk—Tommy's desk, though he never used it anymore. The chair was more hers than his these days. Tommy had once said it could be Clara’s one day—the boss's chair—but even though it was her who sat in it more than him, Clara wasn't the boss. Today, she felt no better than any other working person staring at the clock and waiting for the end of their shift. It seemed that was all she’d done all day.

She'd have to come back and finish what she hadn’t accomplished before the end of the month—over the weekend or early before she was due at the Jamaica Row office on Monday morning. It wasn't smart putting it off, but Clara didn't care. The heat had zapped any sense of caring from her system, leeching all of the diligent conscientiousness she was known for straight out of her.

"What are the odds we get caught out if we lock up early?”

Isiah's foot fell off the desk and slammed against the floor, Clara's sudden presence in the room startling him more than it should have considering a wall of windows lined the office and he’d faced that way, his glossy gaze set out toward the empty shop she crossed over on her way to get to him.

"Christ, Clara—Trying to stop my fucking heart, eh?"

Clara sighed, rolling her eyes at Isiah’s dramatics out of nothing more than habit. The whole bit was familiar. He usually would have wrapped her head in an arm, ruffling her hair as retribution, but today he barely moved, barely even allowed the muscles of his mouth to pull into a smirk.

Clara was glad for it because if Isiah laid a hand on her, Clara thought she might scream. The idea of him coming anywhere near her in this heat, of his warm hand in her already frizzy hair…she felt warmer just thinking about it.

"The only thing I'm trying to do is stop working."

"You're finished?”

Clara shrugged. She didn't have it in her to lie, but she didn’t quite want to admit she’d been doing close to nothing all day either. "Are you?'

"I've been done for hours."

"What are you sitting in here for, then?"

She could see that she wasn't the only warm one. Isiah had rolled his shirt sleeves. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She couldn't imagine why he'd choose to sit here when he could be anywhere else.

Isiah raised an eyebrow. "What do you think?"

"Fucking hell. You’re babysitting. Tommy's such a—"

“Finn," Isiah interrupted.

"What?"

"It was Finn’s idea. Said 'I've got a meeting across town. Keep an eye on her.’ Not Tom."

Clara hummed, filing that annoying development away to complain about later. For today it was an order from Finn’s mouth, but before Finn, it had been John, and before that, she knew the order had originated with Tommy and Arthur. Tommy, who Isiah no routinely called 'Tom' and defended, as if they were friends. On the same side of things. Clara let the thought go, too hot for the annoyance that came with thinking too hard on her brothers.

"Where'd Finn go, anyway?'

"Meeting across town," Isiah answered, repeating the words with a smirk.

Clara breathed deeply, stifling the urge to hit him. She could imagine herself doing it, the satisfaction of her open palm—all clammy and swollen with the heavy moisture of the air—smacking against Isiah’s stupid, sweaty forehead.

“I just said.” Isiah added, stupid grin still on his face. “The heat getting to you, there, Miss Shelby?”

It was hotter in Finn's office than it was in Tommy's. There were no windows to the outside here, no airflow. Clara pulled at her dress, the fabric sticking to her collarbone as she tried to catch some relief.

“I meant who’s he with?”

Isiah shrugged. “Afraid that's above my pay grade. Can’t be asking after the boss’s whereabouts now, can I, love?”

Clara rolled her eyes. Finn wasn’t any sort of boss, not really, even if he was acting like it lately. And the amount of things that fell above Isiah's pay grade had dwindled over the last few years. She was nearly certain Isiah knew exactly who Finn was meeting with and what it was about, but she let it go, figuring that if it was important or relevant to her, he'd have just told her. The fact that he was playing with her told her it wasn't either of those things.

“Fine. Tell me, love, does the 'boss' have anything good in that drawer there?” Clara nodded toward the desk and Isiah shook his head, chuckling.

“What are you shaking your head for? What’s he going to do?” she asked. “Fire us for borrowing his whiskey and skiving off?”

“Tom—”

“I don’t care what Tommy or Arthur or John or Finn has said. It’s hot and there’s no reason for us to be cooped up here. I’ll take my chances with the lot of them.” Clara reached down, pulling out the bottle of whiskey. She opened it and took a slug before she handed the bottle to Isiah. After he drank, Clara held a hand out to him.

He raised an eyebrow, glancing at the hand they both knew was clammy and damp with sweat. Clara ran her hand down the side of her dress before presenting it again.

Isiah rolled his eyes as he slipped his hand into hers and Clara groaned, dropping his slicked hand in an instant. Isiah smirked as he ran his hand down the side of her skirts same as Clara had just done. No other man would’ve dared to slide his hand down Clara Shelby’s side like that, but this was Isiah and they were alone in the shop—no prying eyes to watch over them for a change.

“You’re insufferable.”

Isiah chuckled. “You’ve said so plenty enough.”

“Because it’s true.”

“Well, between you and me, it’s mutual.”

Clara yanked his hand then, pulling him out of the chair and to his feet. Isiah stumbled for her benefit.

“You’re testy today.”

“I’m hot,” Clara answered, walking towards the staircase. She tugged Isiah along up the first few steps, her arm straining as Isiah stopped on the third step from the bottom.

“And we’re going to the second floor to cool off?”

Clara took a deep breath before stopping and turning back to Isiah.

“We’re all locked up?”

Isiah nodded. He'd gone around to check all of the doors after Finn headed out. “Have been for hours.”

“Good, now shut up and do what you're told.”

Isiah snorted. “Yes, ma’am.”

Clara smirked at that. At least someone respected her. Even if it was just Isiah, and even if he was only playing, the telltale smile tugging at his lips, a bit of glee right there dancing in his eyes. Because even with those things present, Clara knew some part of it was genuine. Isiah respected her more than most people in her life. Believed in her more than most, too. And he had always offered up a bit of his power in the context of their relationship, allowing her to win on most things.

Not every single thing, but most.

Enough of the time that Clara knew when he was doing it.

As they moved up the stairs, the heat wrapped around them like a blanket. Someone had shut all of the windows, the air up there even more stale than it had been down in the shop.

Clara had a moment of doubt while the stifling heat grew, smothering them both and challenging Clara's breathing. Sweat collected on her back and chest under her clothes. She cursed in her head that maybe Isiah was right. Maybe there was no relief to be found on this Friday afternoon, not unless she wanted to give in and head out to her brother's house.

But Clara didn’t want to. If she did, Tommy would have questions about the books and whether or not she’d caught up yet. She didn’t have it in her to try to lie to him. If she was being honest, she didn’t have it in her for much of anything except simply being.

Walking the stairs of her childhood home with Isiah’s hand growing sweaty in hers, Clara was reminded of simpler days. Of times when she’d been just allowed to be. Even then, she’d been an anxious child. Overwhelmed and feeling like she was pulled in a million different ways, but looking back on it now, Clara was nostalgic for a certain freedom inherent to childhood. A certain freedom that came with not fully understanding the actions and motivations of the adults surrounding her.

She had always sought to understand, had always wanted to be a part of things, and now that she was—now that she and Isiah both were thoroughly integrated parts of the things they’d once begged to be included in—Clara would give anything for the two of them to go back to before.

To be reading together from a book, or pretending to be Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson. To be just two kids in their own little bubble, just the two of them against the world. It was a lovely thought, accompanied by a lovely feeling of nostalgia and as they stepped onto the second floor—just the two of them there within the walls of number 6 Watery Lane—Clara thought maybe it could still be the case.

The times were less frequent these days, but there were still moments when Clara would catch Isiah's gaze across the room, the two of them immediately caught up in some secret conversation that no one else even knew was taking place.

And sometimes, the two of them would dance, and as Isiah spun Clara around, she could’ve sworn there was no one else in the world. On those occasions, it was as if the music played of its own accord, no one needed to pull the strings or croon the melodies, the two of them feeling anonymous and alone even though they were surrounded by other couples.

“Come on, Siah,” Clara said as she tugged Isiah’s hand, some part of her certain that she could reach out and grasp that feeling, as if it was something she could trap and hold onto, keeping it close to her heart.

Isiah smiled at Clara’s impatience, his body so near to hers that he could feel the heat radiating off her back, a warmth separate from that of the air around them, almost pulsing between them.

Clara dropped his hand as she stepped into her bedroom, still neat and tidy and kept as if the 12-year-old girl she once was still lived there. As she moved toward the window, Clara pressed the whiskey bottle into Isiah’s hand, not bothering to look back to confirm it was within his grasp before she let go.

Isiah leaned against her dresser, watching as she struggled with the window, the wooden frame stiff and swollen and thoroughly stuck from the heat and years of disuse.

As he watched, Isiah wondered...when was the last time Clara Shelby had climbed out through her bedroom window? When was the last time Isiah Jesus had climbed out with her?

Neither of them could remember, and it seemed like the room had forgotten as well, the window remaining belligerently shut even as Clara dug in her heels and leveraged all of her strength in trying to raise the pane, a new layer of sweat gleaming at her hairline as she struggled.

“Alright,” Isiah started as he eased off the dresser, the whiskey bottle set aside. “Let me—”

“No!” Clara answered, her voice booming with the strength of her struggle as she kicked a leg out in Isiah’s general direction to keep him back. “I’ll get it. You choose a book.”

Clara sent her foot out again, this time directing it toward the other side of the room, and Isiah turned to follow the direction of her kick, straight to the chair beside her bed where a stack of books sat piled dangerously high.

The pile was a mix of old and new, a selection of books from her childhood and few of her more recent favorites interspersed with a few of the books Isiah remembered as coming from Tommy’s shelf. Those books had once been forbidden to Clara, but Isiah supposed they were far beyond forbidden books at this stage. And Tommy Shelby had far bigger concerns than what types of books his sister was reading.

Isiah fished a book out of the pile before returning his attention to Clara. He was about to sit down on her bed to watch the show of her struggle when the window flew open, the sudden movement accompanied by a rush of air and a celebratory shout from Clara.

“I told you I would get it,” she said, wiping the sweat from her brow as she turned to him.

Isiah rolled his eyes fondly and crossed the room to grab the whiskey, a swallowed comment on the tip of his tongue because even though Isiah and Clara usually passed quips back and forth, he was more interested in getting out on the roof, more interested in the reprieve of fresh air. Isiah pressed the book and bottle into Clara's hands before swinging himself out through the window.

Isiah was through in a small span of seconds, but it was certainly a more difficult maneuver than he remembered now that his body was all long limbs and the window seemed infinitely smaller than it once was.

Reaching back through the frame, he took the book and the bottle Clara handed off. Isiah set them both aside before holding his hand out back through the open window.

“I can—”

“Just let me help, won’t you?” Isiah interrupted. He wiped his hand down the front of his pants before holding it out again. “Gotta fight me about everything.”

“I’m not—” Clara grasped his hand, allowing Isiah to tug her through, and letting go once she was steady on her feet. “—fighting. I just—”

“Can do it yourself,” Isiah answered. “I know. Doesn’t mean you should always have to.”

Clara huffed even though a part of her appreciated the sentiment. She tried to be independent. She tried to do everything for herself. She tried to prove how smart and strong and capable she was to just about everyone, but she didn’t have to prove any of that to Isiah.

Clara unbuttoned the top of her dress, gently fanning herself with the loose fabric as she looked over the courtyard. She took a deep breath, grateful for the grey and cloudy Birmingham skies that shielded them from the heady rays of sun she usually craved.

The roof outside of her bedroom wasn’t exactly the reprieve she had imagined, but it was marginally better than the dense staleness of the shop and her bedroom.

“Romeo and Juliet?” Clara asked as she lowered herself to the roof and reached for the book. “Really, Isiah?”

While Clara enjoyed her Shakespeare, the play hadn’t exactly been her favorite, and her memories of the piece were tainted by the fact that she’d first read it at school, with Juliet’s role going to a girl she wasn’t particularly fond of. Clara would’ve preferred to revisit Sherlock Holmes or one of Tommy’s old books.

Isiah shrugged and sat down beside her, reaching for the bottle. “Reminded me of when you tried stepping out with that Italian kid.”

He said it as if he didn’t remember the name of the ‘Italian kid.' As if it had been nothing but a blip. As if her social connections hadn’t gotten her into nothing but trouble that year and been the source of arguments between her and her family, and her and Isiah.

Clara shoved Isiah’s shoulder.

“I wasn’t stepping out with anyone.”

It had been a friendship. Maybe with a hint of a crush, but there had been no stepping out. Nothing close. Her brothers' reputation had seen to that.

“And anyway, it’s more like when you were stepping out with that Cheapie girl.”

Isiah raised an eyebrow. “What are you on about?”

“Ruth,” Clara answered. “Practically Wally Bartow in a dress.”

He snorted. “It was one dance, Clara. Didn’t even know her name. Had no clue she was a Bartow.”

Clara shrugged. “You looked awfully cozy if I remember properly.”

“Well, that’s just how I dance, love.” Isiah winked at her before taking a swig from the bottle. “You know that better than anyone.

“And I'm sorry to inform you, but if either of us is destined to have a love life like these two—” Isiah nodded towards the book. “—it’s you. No matter who you end up with, it’ll be like Montagues and Capulets. Shelbys against whatever poor sap you choose.”

Isiah knocked her shoulder, the touch telling her it was only a joke. Clara stayed leaning against him as long as she could manage in the heat before prying the bottle from his fingers to take a sip.

“Ada says us Shelby girls are cursed that way.”

Isiah reached for the book, thumbing through the pages rather than answering. He had an idea about that particular curse. He had been old enough to remember how Ada’s marriage had been handled, and even if he hadn’t been, Isiah knew how Clara was being managed.

How they both had been managed for years now.

Isiah reached out for the bottle, taking another swig before he started reading.

“Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene…”

They passed a few hours reading and talking and sipping from the bottle, the pair moving on to gentle conversation interspersed with quotes from Shakespeare’s catalog once the pages became too difficult to read in the dimming light. Lost in the throes of conversation, easy laughter and the cooling night breeze, Isiah and Clara were suspended in what felt like a world that was just their own, their sense of time and place and awareness pushed aside.

Clara was giggling at some obscure quote Isiah had pulled seemingly out of nowhere when Isiah sensed suddenly that the world was no longer theirs alone, his attention gone to the far end of the shared courtyard, a familiar chorus of boisterous laughter reaching his ear from across the space.

Isiah was faintly aware of Clara naming the play he’d quoted before she shared her next quote, a gentle laughter lacing her words as she spoke, but the awareness of his heart pounding against his chest was stronger, a sudden urge to quiet her—to shield their presence there on the roof—taking over.

Overcome with that urge, Isiah could’ve shushed her or set his hand over her mouth to stifle the words.

Or he could've taken a breath and calmed himself and simply let her finish.

It wasn't as if they were doing anything wrong. There was no reason to hide.

Isiah could have let Clara tell him, ‘I do desire we may be better strangers,’ before dissolving into giggles. He could’ve then told her the quote was from ‘As You Like It,’ a quote which he was intimately familiar with because Clara had directed it at him and Finn a number of times before, sometimes in jest, sometimes because she wished to hurt them.

No one would question Isiah and Clara being out on the roof with a book and a bottle of whiskey, least of all Finn. People were plenty used to their antics, but something felt different tonight so Isiah only let Clara get half a sentence out before he placed his hand at the back of her head, drawing her in close and pressing his lips to hers in the dark, catching her words and quieting her so efficiently that it was nearly silent on the roof as Finn and the junior Peaky Boys passed over the back threshold of no. 6.

The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but Isiah felt Clara’s whole body relax within his touch. She leaned into the hand he cradled behind her head, allowing him to deepen the kiss he hadn’t intended on giving in the first place, her hands reaching out for him, her fingernails grazing his scalp in a way that sent shivers down his spine.

Isiah pulled away, but even so, for a moment, he forgot where he was. He forgot why he’d kissed her, or at least he’d forgotten whatever justification he’d initially provided himself for pressing his lips to hers. He forgot about Finn and the boys. He forgot about Shakespeare and feuds and consequences. With his warm hand still on the back of Clara’s sweaty neck, barely able to see the details of her now flushed face, it was once again just the two of them there in the world.

With their faces still so close that Clara could feel Isiah’s warm whiskey-tinged breath on her face, her eyes shifted to his lips. She couldn’t remember what they were talking about before. She didn’t know why he’d kissed her. She had heard the back door slam, some part of her aware of her twin's proximity, an awareness Aunt Polly had always tol her was part of her gifts, but as Clara pulled Isiah's lips back to hers, she found she didn’t care to remember there was more to the world than the two of them and this.

She didn’t want to question it, and yet, Clara was first to pull away this time, her ears far more sensitive to the familiar sound of someone turning the handle of her childhood bedroom’s door than Isiah was. With a sudden swiftness, she removed herself from Isiah’s hold and pushed him back against the roof as she extended her hand up to the sky.

“There you are,” Finn said, sticking his head out the open window to see what Clara was pointing at. "What are the two of you out here for?"

Clara tilted her head back to her brother. “Constellations and Shakespeare. Would you like to join us?” she asked, the words feeling odd to her as they passed through her swollen lips.

“No,” Finn snorted. “It's payday. We’re heading to the Garrison, and then maybe to a few other—”

“No, thank you. I'm staying here,” Clara answered, even though it wasn’t exactly an invite Finn had extended, but more of a declaration. An order.

A flash of something passed over Finn’s face. Clara could barely see it in the dark, but she figured it was a bit of annoyance, maybe, or a touch of shock at being refused. It seemed like more and more, Finn was coming to expect the same sort of compliance from Clara that the others did, forgetting that it was mere minutes that separated their births rather than years.

“It’s too hot, Finn,” Clara added, her tone a bit softer. “I have no desire to be holed up in the snug, squashed between you lot.”

“Alright, then. Isiah?” Finn tried.

“She’s got a point, mate.”

Clara heard someone shouting from the floor below, the details muffled by the shut door, but Finn seemed to recognize their meaning well enough.

"Are you sure?" Clara sensed the question was for Isiah even though they could barely see each other's faces in the growing dark. "Drinks are on Shelby Company Ltd. tonight," Finn added, as if Isiah's drinks weren't usually on the house, anyway.

"It's alright. You go ahead with the boys," Isiah offered. "I'll keep an eye on Clara."

Clara's elbow twitched, the desire to ram it into Isiah's ribcage surging as she caught the hint of a smirk on Isiah's face, but Clara stopped herself knowing that it had been the right thing to say.

Finn nodded his understanding in the dark, his attention pulled to the stairs once again by a sudden noise.

"Don't fall asleep out there, Clara."

Clara heaved a breath to stop herself from telling him he had no business telling her where she could or couldn't fall asleep, but Isiah beat her to it, telling Finn he would handle it.

No matter that Finn would likely be the one who needed assistance finding his bed before the night was through...

"Have a good night," Finn said as he stepped away from the window, leaving Isiah and Clara alone. They leaned back against the roof, the two of them staring at the sky in silence as they listened to the sounds of Finn and the boys heading out through the back door, their shouting and laughter echoing as they traversed the shared courtyard.

When the echoes died away, Clara stretched out her fingers, seeking the familiar roughness of Isiah’s palm.

“That was bad,” Isiah said, his fingers closing around hers. “Close...we almost got caught.”

Clara heaved a breath before turning to face him. “There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.”

Isiah snorted. He glanced briefly to his right to meet Clara's gaze in the dark before tipping his head back to the sky.

"Hamlet," Isiah answered softly, squeezing her hand gently before releasing her fingers.

They had been through this time and time again, the two of them dancing around the label of what they were. Friends. Best friends. Something more. They had settled on friends as far as most of the world was concerned, but that didn’t mean the lines weren’t still blurry at times, their belligerent feelings tangled and confused and persistent. For years now, they had maintained a mostly unspoken agreement that they’d keep anything beyond friendship hidden—from themselves, from one another, from everyone else.

Most especially from everyone else.

They'd learned early on that it wasn't worth the strife. It wasn't worth the fight. Any resistance had been squashed down time and again. Somehow, this felt easier. Less painful.

If it was up to the two of them, perhaps things would be different. Perhaps they’d have tried at love and failed, and moved on by now. Or perhaps they would have tried and it would have been easy. Smooth.

Perhaps there would be no confusion or jealousy or hiding. No dismissing their closeness as nothing more than echo of a childhood friendship, no stinging comments on who the other had stepped out with—the slights used both as a weapon and a protection to guard their tender hearts.

But as it was, Clara and Isiah had never been given a proper chance at something more. A boundary had been set for them at the outset, a series of orders they’d both been too young to fight at the time. They’d been at the mercy of the powers that be, and even though they were older now, they were still at the mercy of that power.

Or maybe they still danced around the boundary because it felt easier, somehow safer for them both to keep that prescribed distance between them.

“Perhaps I am destined for tragedy, Isiah.” Clara mused. “Or simply to be alone. Unloved for eternity.”

“You’re not alone, love.” Isiah reached for the hand he’d dropped only moments before. “I’m right here.”

“And you know I love you," he added as Clara curled toward him, resting her head against his chest.

Clara sighed and nodded.

“I love you, too,” she added, and Isiah’s chest fell with the breath he’d been holding.

“Can we not just pretend that’s enough?” Clara asked. “Just for tonight?”

They were dangerous questions and Clara asked them without turning to observe Isiah’s face. She could feel the tenseness of his body beneath her, the fear her questions provoked.

“Like it’s just us in the world and no one else?” she tried, a question and a wish because the house was empty and the roof was dark and it was unlikely they’d be caught.

Isiah feared that a little, but more than he feared getting caught—for they’d successfully explained away so much over the years and he had no doubt they could manage it again—Isiah feared the two of them getting caught up in things. He feared getting caught up in the true feelings between them, the ones they’d so carefully worked to keep a hold on all of these years, a carefully manicured relationship that allowed them to be close, but not so close that they fell over the edge.

For even though Isiah dated other girls, and even though Clara insisted that Isiah Jesus was just a friend, they both knew there was something more between them. A magnetic pull, something in their hearts that they both knew to be true love.

In the moments when the two of them could be honest with each other, when the rest of the world fell away...on nights like tonight, it wasn’t especially unusual for their lips to meet. It wasn’t unusual for Clara’s hopelessly romantic naïveté to make a showing. For some part of her to feel that it could be easy. That it could work.

And it wasn’t unusual for Isiah to agree. For every part of him to want the very thing they spent the bulk of their days denying and shutting down.

They were both craving it now though, both barely able to remember why they ever did hold back. It was just the two of them there on the roof beneath a blanket of smog-covered stars, both of them still hazy around the edges due to the whiskey and the heat and the memory of their kiss, the memory of his hands on the back of her neck.

Those things made it easy to hope. They made it easy to forget.

Because if they were surrounded by friends at the Garrison or out at Arrow House or under the watchful eye of a Blinder, Clara and Isiah wouldn’t even entertain the thought that they could be more than friends. Under those circumstances, they’d be easily convinced that regardless of the feelings between them, it was much too complicated, much too difficult.

“Maybe we should just run away. Find a place in the world where there are stars in the sky and no Shelbys.”

Isiah snorted. “Not even you?”

“Well, just me,” Clara amended. “Just me and you and no one else we've ever met. It could be easy.”

“Maybe,” Isiah hummed, his hand tilting Clara’s face up to his as he spoke. “but the course of true love never did run smooth, Clara Shelby”

“A Midsummer Night’s—” Clara started, only for the rest of the play’s title to be caught up by Isiah’s lips.

They both knew it wasn’t a good idea, dabbling in love when neither was ready to commit to the war it would be. Neither was quite ready for the consequences of them moving beyond friendship, moving against her family’s wishes and decrees, but they let it happen anyway, some piece of their hearts holding on to the hope that someday they wouldn’t be hiding on a rooftop, stealing hungry kisses in the dark.

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1 year ago

"Hermosa" - Gekko x F!Reader Part 1

Gekko x F!Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Word count: 17.7K

This is my first Valorant fanfic ever, been wanting to do this for a while, hope you enjoy! There will be multiple parts for this, hehe

(C/N) = Codename (your agent name)

(Y/N) = Your name

Everything's SFW for this part, there will be fluff and angst, I really hope you like this so far!!

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You were amongst the first agents to join the Valorant Protocol, alongside Sage. You two were great friends, despite the age gap. Sage was always eager to teach you new things, whether it was in the shooting range or just any hobbies you were interested in.

Brimstone wasn't left behind either, after all, he's like a father to you after you lost your family during the First Light. Your parents were forever grateful for Brimstone's help throughout the years, so when the fatal day arrived, he didn't hesitate to take you in and teach you all he knew to defend yourself, eventually leading you to join the Valorant Protocol.

Being one of the first to join allowed you to gain experience at an incredibly fast pace, and you managed to gain everyone's trust to the point no one questioned whenever Brim put you in charge for any call outs in the battlefield. It's safe to say everyone trusts you. Well, everyone except for a few.

You can't please everyone, that's clear as water to you, but you can't help the uneasiness around other agents like Fade and Omen. Maybe it's just the way they are; laid back, lacking communication in some aspects, but they know enough to not go against your word. Brim wouldn't like that.

"(Y/N), Sage," Brim was shuffling through some files as you and Sage stood behind him. "We need to locate the next agents to join the protocol, but we also have a setback due to Omega Earth agents scouting a new location that Fade has gathered intel on." You couldn't pinpoint it but he seemed... off. You've almost never seen him in such stance for the last two years in VP.

Sage approached Brim and placed her hand on his shoulder, as if to ground him. "Brimstone, just tell us what to do and we'll get it done."

This seemed enough to help Brim regain his senses and prompted to clear his throat. "Right, apologies, you two." You smiled in reassurance. "So, first things first. We need to reach this new location before Omega Earth does, for that, I'll need a 5-stack team to cover as much as possible. Sage, I need you in the battlefield for this." Sage nodded, allowing Brim to continue. "I was thinking you can take Fade with you since she's the one who retrieved this information for us. Now for the rest of the agents, I was thinking you should take Killjoy, Raze and Jett, but if you want to replace anyone for this job, feel free to do so. Any questions so far?"

Sage shook her head, "I'm assuming we need to avoid a spike being planted again, even if they're just scouting." Brim nodded. "Alright, everything's clear. I'll stick with the agents you have proposed."

"Perfect. Now," he turned to you. "I need you to help with the scouting of the next agent. We've located him, and he's actually an acquaintance of Reyna," he continued. You couldn't help the slight shiver down your spine upon hearing her name. Reyna. You've never really had bad experiences with her, it was just never clear to you whether she doubted your judgement or not. Nonetheless, you couldn't let yourself think negatively before you're even assigned this task. "Reyna will meet up with him but you need to tag along to make sure they're not followed. Understood?"

"Yes, sir." Even though he's like a father to you, you maintain professionalism within the headquarters, even when it's just the three of you. Brim nodded and turned back to the files from earlier.

"Alright, with that decided, Sage, feel free to go through these files to gather as much knowledge as possible from the sites. (Y/N), I believe Reyna is in the shooting range in case you want to discuss details with her. The sooner, the better."

With that, you promptly excused yourself and left the office, making your way towards the shooting range.

Once Sage made sure you left, she turned to Brim. "What made you decide to send her off with Reyna? You know they haven't interacted as much." Sage was concerned, since you've expressed your worries about agents disliking you in the past. Reyna was no exception.

"Reyna requested her. Those two need to eventually get along, and from the looks of it, this new kid might help with their interactions." He handed Sage the file with all of his information provided by Reyna. She hummed, and understood what Brimstone was on about.

You felt your heart pounding, anxiety dwelling up. You never struggle with these feelings in the battlefield, yet you still felt the same sense of awareness that an enemy may be nearby, watching. You suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder and gasped out in surprise, turning around abruptly and firmly grabbing their wrist.

"Tae, (Y/N)..!" It was just Neon. You sighed in relief.

"Neon, thank god... I'm sorry, you scared the shit out of me." You released her wrist and breathed out, trying to calm down after the scare of your life.

"Right back at you, what are you so jumpy for anyway?" Neon couldn't help but notice your palm was sweaty when you grabbed her wrist.

"Oh, uh.. I was just looking for Reyna is all." You were hoping Neon wouldn't catch up on the fact that Reyna scares you a bit. Of course, your hopes were for nothing.

"Are you... scared of her?" She tried to stiff a laugh.

"What? Pff, of course not! Why would I?" You tried to shrug it off but it was no use. Neon laughed a bit.

"You know she's my mentor, right?" Neon smiled, "She's not as bad as she seems. She just has this.. scary aura but, trust me, as long as you don't get on her bad side, you'll be fine."

You sighed, slightly relieved. "Yeah, I just.. I've never talked to her one-on-one about something so, I guess I was just nervous."

"Well, don't be! I'm sure everything will go fine. I think she was heading to the kitchen just now, she finished practicing a while ago."

"Thank you, Neon." You smiled and headed to the kitchen.

As you walked in, you saw Reyna sitting in a chair with a coffee on one hand and a magazine on the other. You've never seen her outside of practice and missions, so it was a bit weird for you to even see her in casual clothing.

"Hey there," you slightly waved at her, awkwardly making your way to the counter and getting a glass of water. You were nervous, and Reyna could sense it.

Setting her magazine down, she looked at you. "Hello, (Y/N)." She sipped her coffee. "Your heart is racing. Something bothering you?"

You made your way to the table she was sat at and took the chair from another table before sitting down across her.

"Well, I was assigned to tag along with you to recruit this new agent and Brimstone advised me to discuss the details with you as soon as possible." You tried to talk calmly, but you knew Reyna could still sense your uneasiness anyway.

"Ah, sí. I personally asked Brimstone to assign you to this." Wait, she asked for you? Why?

"You did?"

"Sí, you see, your abilities are best suited to make sure we're not followed back into the headquarters. My little friend seems to have gotten himself into trouble after all." She was right. Being a sentinel, you were one of the best at holding positions with your enhanced senses. You're able to hear steps at a location you've previously been at, and sense any foreign entities based on their aura.

"I see, that makes sense." You were more at ease now. "So, this friend of yours, where and when are we picking him up?"

Reyna smiled. "We're going to take a trip down LA, cariño."

You didn't think you would be leaving so soon, but from what Brimstone informed you, there is already an Omega counterpart of this new guy, so it was crucial to recruit him as soon as possible.

You and Reyna got off a train. You were keeping a low profile, so you were both wearing a vest under your casual clothes, with a pistol and a knife strapped in a hidden spot for both of you. You carried a Ghost while Reyna brought a Sherif.

"Alright, this is the meeting spot. We're way earlier than him, so that should give you enough time to scout the place." Reyna said while taking her phone out. "I'm letting him know we're here, so it should take him around 20 to 30 minutes to get here. That enough time for you?" She turned to you after sending the text message.

"More than enough. Got your earpiece?" Reyna nodded. "Alright, be right back then."

Reyna watched you walk off, thinking how you and the new agent will get along. She wishes the best for him. Heck, he's a soft spot for her. She knows a bit of your story from Brimstone, and she's never once not reminded of this kid whenever he looks at you. Maybe that's the reason why she avoided you so much, but it was time to change that, since she knew you and Neon would be great friends for him, and her most preferred anyway.

Making your way down the street, you glanced at the graffiti on the walls. You were wearing a long red skirt, as much as you hate them, but underneath you wore dark skinny jeans, where your weapons were strapped on. As for your shirt, it was a black t-shirt. The dark color made it easier for you to conceal the vest underneath.

Right outside the alley were a couple of food stands, and it wasn't too crowded. You made sure to mentally map the area around you and pinpoint the most crucial paths to the meeting spot.

After a while, you had a broad vision of the area, and you decided to stay put a bit close to the most vulnerable entrance to the alley, yet not too far from Reyna.

"Reyna, I'm all set."

"Copied, he should be here any second. If you sense four sources of radianite besides his, don't worry." Reyna echoed through your earpiece. Before you had time to ask her what she meant by that, you sensed someone new, along with the other sources of radianite Reyna mentioned earlier.

You closed your eyes and focused on the meeting spot, just to be sure. Faintly, you could hear two voices.

"El caos puede ser... hermoso." You could tell that was Reyna.

"Chill, chill, we're good." A voice you've never heard before. From the friendly manner, you assumed this was the new guy.

You opened your eyes and spoke to your earpiece. "Reyna, showed up already?"

"Yes, just stay put for a bit." You knew what she meant, it would be silly of you to leave right away in case he was followed through here.

You proceeded to close your eyes and go through all the crucial spots. Nothing suspicious so far, until you heard a faint click, far away, but loud enough for you to know it was a finger placed on a trigger. You weren't sure from where exactly. You frantically looked everywhere. Then you realized there was one place you weren't able to scout. The roof.

"Reyna, duck!" You got out of your hiding spot, ripping your skirt off, and got a grenade you borrowed from Raze. A loud gunshot was heard, but Reyna was able to get the new guy away just in time. You threw the grenade on instinct based on the source of the gunshot, and oh boy, were your instincts right. An Omega soldier fell off, grunting from the pain. You got your Ghost out and tried to shoot him as soon as he fell, but he was fast. He rolled over and managed to find a hiding spot.

"Shit," you cursed. If you were fast enough you would've killed him before he finished landing.

"(Y/N), are you hurt?" You heard Reyna through your earpiece, a hint of concern could be detected on her voice. You couldn't help but smile at that.

"Worried about me now?" You laughed. "I'm fine, but this asshole has me in a pinch. He's got a sniper rifle and I'm just hiding behind a bunch of garbage."

"We're on it, just don't walk into any green goo you see on the floor." You weren't sure what she was talking about but didn't question it. Then, seconds later, you heard a gargling sound, followed by an explosion. You quickly glanced back, aiming your pistol, and quickly understood what Reyna was on about. That green thing seemed like a sort of grenade.

The soldier attempted to flee the goo before it got him, but just as he came on sight, you shot him straight through the head. You closed your eyes and quickly went over the rest of the points, making sure there was no one else lurking. You heard nothing.

You opened your eyes and met Reyna standing in a dark corner, her eyes glowing. "Nada mal para ser tu primera vez," she said amused. You were about to ask what she was on about when a green haired guy appeared on the other end of the alley. You recognized his aura from earlier.

"You think so?" The guy asked excitedly. First impression, very childish.

"Gekko, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Gekko." Reyna introduced you two.

"Thanks for saving my butt earlier, it's nice meeting you, Gekko." You extended your arm to give him a handshake. He promptly followed.

"Oh, yeah, no problem, and thanks." He scratched his neck. "Likewise."

Reyna looked at him in a funny manner before making her way out of the alley. "Well, we better get out of here before we have to deal with anything else."

You stopped in your tracks when you remembered you literally tore your skirt off. "Uhm, Reyna?" She turned around, and quickly realized what you were worried about.

She sighed in frustration, "Hand them over, I'll take them back." You thanked her and handed your pistol with your knife.

This whole time you didn't notice Gekko glancing at you, as much as he could. He had heard about you from Reyna, unbeknownst to you. He was eager to get to know you and become friends, but he never thought you would be this pretty. He got himself together and followed you two from behind.

Once you arrived at the headquarters, you notified Brimstone of the little encounter you had. This made him a bit uneasy but he acknowledged your good work, alongside Gekko's. He asked you to lead him to his room, which happened to be next to yours and Reyna's.

You made your way to the main room where everyone hangs out. They were all greeting Gekko and welcoming him.

Jett suspiciously slid next to you and wrapped her arm around your shoulders. "Heyy, what's that about the new guy saving your ass out there, huh (C/N)?" Jett was teasing you again. She was always like this, in a friendly manner, of course.

You scoffed, "I have no idea what you're talking about, wind girl."

Jett laughed, "Oh, come on! That's never to be heard of! You? The best sentinel around caught up in a tight spot? Talk about sloppiness right there, girl." As much as you knew she was joking, she was right. It was rare of you to be caught in a tight spot. You thought maybe it was the uneasiness of being around Reyna for the first time, but it wasn't time to think about that right now.

You approached Gekko and tapped his shoulder. "Ready to see your new room?"

He beamed a smile. "Yes! Can you show me around as well? Just so me and my critters don't get lost." You smiled and nodded as you waved everyone else goodbye.

In the back, you didn't notice Jett and Yoru talk behind. "I bet one of them will fall in love." Jett said to him.

"You're really going to bet against me again?" Yoru asked. "Dibs on new guy." Jett simply rolled her eyes.

"Kitchen's that way, and down the hall you'll find the locker rooms, followed by the entrance to the range. That's where we practice. You're most likely going to be training under Harbor. Just make sure your little guys don't eat our food."

Gekko wasn't paying much attention until you brought his creatures up. "Oh, yeah, don't worry about them. They don't eat normal food." He smiled. He was way too distracted admiring you, as corny as it is. Looking how you interacted with everyone made him look up to you. "Say, for how long have you been here?" You stopped in your tracks, startled at the question. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"No, don't worry." You interrupted him as soon as he started to apologize. "I don't mind the questions, I'm just not used to the personal ones, I guess." Gekko said nothing in response, giving you the space to continue. "I've been here for almost two years now, since the start of the Valorant Protocol."

"Damn, so you've been here for a while."

"Pretty much."

"Well, I look forward to learning from you, (Y/N)." You turned around and saw him smiling. You don't know what it was, if it was his smile alone, or his eyes displaying trust and admiration towards you that made you a bit flustered, but one thing's for sure; his smile is contagious.

You turned around as soon as you felt yourself smile and kept walking, Gekko following from behind. "So, you're friends with Reyna?" You were curious about him too, so you couldn't help but return the personal questions to him.

"Oh, yeah, Reyna and I go way back, shortly after the First Light. I wasn't affected by it but she was, in a way. I used to know her and..." He trailed off. You glanced at him in response. "Nevermind... Anyway, my critters got to know her as well and we spent time together until she left. Then, as it turns out, she left to come here, so she dragged me along with her."

You hummed in response. You never thought Reyna would be thoughtful enough to think about someone else's future, but you never judge a book by its cover.

You chatted a bit more until you got to the dorms. "Well, this is where we all live in the headquarters. This is my room," you pointed to a door that read your codename. "And this is yours."

"We're next to each other? Qué padre, I'll get to see you often, then." You couldn't help but smile at his eagerness.

You helped Gekko set up a code for his lock and proceeded to open the door. The room was plain, with a simple bed and a small table with a closet. There were no decorations yet. This allows each agent to personalize their room to their liking.

"And here it is, your new room. I know it's plain but don't worry, we can go out shopping with the others so you can buy a few decorations and such."

"Thank you, (Y/N)." He smiled again. God, his smile is contagious. You couldn't help but smile back.

You were saying goodbye to him and his creatures, and right before you left, you turned around and looked at him, smiling. "By the way, welcome to Valorant."

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priscsstuff

10 months ago

lando norris x girl bestfriend!reader texts

⭐ you and lando have been friends for so long that these are now considered the normal version.

⭐ AN: you won't believe it, but I'm back! yet with another one of these crack convos. i hope y'all enjoy it! ✨🎀