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Can you do one where there was a large breed dog in the track that’s a stray and everyone is trying to catch it, but then driver reader started talking to it in a baby voice and she begs to keep the dog once she caught it.

Of course I can. That is such a sweet request. 🥰

Enjoy reading and send some requests

- xoxo, Babygirl💋

Just Ken

It was a bright and sunny afternoon at the Brazilian Grand Prix, and the atmosphere in the paddock was electric. The teams were getting ready for the final practice session before qualifying, and the tension was rising. Everything was running smoothly until, out of nowhere, a large dog—a stray by the looks of it—ran onto the track during the break between practice runs.

"Is that... a dog?" Lando squinted from the McLaren garage, pulling his visor up and pointing toward the track.

Charles laughed nervously, leaning on the pit wall next to him. "How did a dog get in here?"

The dog, a huge, scruffy breed that looked like a German Shepherd, darted across the track with a sense of urgency, weaving between the garages and cars. The engineers and staff tried to shoo it away, but it was too fast, dodging everyone and barking wildly whenever anyone got close.

The Red Bull garage, on the other hand, was a bit calmer—until Y/N, the youngest driver on the grid and currently Red Bull’s rising star, noticed the commotion.

"What's going on?" she asked, standing up in the car she had just parked in the garage.

Max shrugged while watching the chaos. "Apparently, there’s a stray dog running around the track. Everyone’s trying to catch it, but... it's not going well."

Y/N’s eyes widened, a glimmer of excitement flickering across her face. "A dog?!" She hopped out of her car faster than anyone expected.

"Wait, you’re not seriously going to go after it, are you?" Max raised an eyebrow, half-amused, half-concerned.

But Y/N was already gone, heading toward the pit lane with a bounce in her step, her Red Bull racing suit fluttering behind her.

♡♡♡♡♡

On the track, engineers were stumbling over each other, trying to catch the stray with nets, ropes, and even pieces of food. The dog growled low and deep, showing its teeth whenever anyone got too close, sending them scrambling back.

Lewis was the next to try his luck, cautiously walking toward the dog with a water bottle in hand. "Hey, buddy, come on... let's not make this difficult, okay?"

The dog barked sharply, making Lewis back off. "Yeah, no. That's not happening." He quickly retreated, shaking his head.

Meanwhile, Y/N, standing a few meters away, observed the situation with a thoughtful look. She pursed her lips and bent down, resting her hands on her knees.

"Who's a good boy?" she called out, her voice soft and high-pitched, almost like she was speaking to a baby.

The dog’s ears perked up immediately, and it stopped barking. Slowly, its head turned toward Y/N, who was still crouched down, wiggling her fingers in the dog’s direction.

"Come here, buddy! It's okay!" Y/N cooed, her voice dripping with sweetness. She gave an exaggerated pout and made soft kissing noises, as if she was calling a puppy.

The dog—who moments ago had been terrorizing a group of terrified pit crew members—calmly turned and padded toward her, tail wagging slightly. It stopped a foot away from her, tilting its head.

Everyone was frozen in disbelief.

"Is she... talking to it in a baby voice?" George whispered to Carlos, who stood beside him, equally shocked.

"Mate, I think she is," Carlos replied, eyes wide. "And it's working!"

Y/N extended her hand slowly toward the dog. "Hi, sweetheart! You're such a handsome boy, aren’t you?"

The dog, much to everyone’s amazement, gently sniffed her hand, then leaned in to nuzzle her palm, tail wagging now in full force.

Y/N grinned brightly. "Oh, you’re just a big teddy bear!" She wrapped her arms around the dog’s massive neck and started scratching behind its ears. The dog licked her face in return.

The entire pit lane was silent, the drivers and crews staring in stunned silence. No one could believe what they were seeing.

"Is this real?" Oscar muttered, blinking as if he expected the scene to dissolve like a dream.

Even Christian, who had been watching from a distance, couldn’t help but chuckle in disbelief. "I’ve seen a lot in Formula 1, but this... this takes the cake."

♡♡♡♡

After a few minutes of cuddles and praise, Y/N stood up, still holding the dog's collar. "What’s your name, buddy?" she asked, looking into its eyes as if it might answer her.

The dog barked softly, wagging its tail even harder.

"I think I’ll call you... Ken!" she announced, looking around at the crowd with a proud smile on her face. "He looks like a Ken, don’t you think?"

The dog barked again, as if in agreement, making Y/N laugh.

At that point, a track official hesitantly approached, clearly unsure of how to handle the situation. "Uh, Y/N, we’ll need to call animal control or find the owner. It’s probably a stray."

Y/N immediately pouted, pulling Ken closer to her side. "Noooo, but he’s so sweet! Look at him!" She scratched behind his ears again, and Ken looked up at her with adoring eyes.

"Ken doesn’t like anyone else, see? He chose me!" she continued, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Max, who had wandered over with a bemused smile on his face, crossed his arms. "I mean, she’s got a point. Ken’s not exactly warming up to anyone else."

As if on cue, Ken snarled at the track official when he took a step forward, causing the man to back off immediately.

"Whoa!" the official exclaimed. "Okay, maybe he’s... protective of you."

Y/N beamed and looked down at Ken. "See, he’s just being a good boy!"

Christian walked over, clearly weighing his options. "Y/N, you can’t just adopt a dog from the track," he said, though his tone was far more amused than strict.

"But why not?" Y/N asked, giving him her best puppy eyes. "I’ll take good care of him! Look at him, he’s perfect for the team. We can put a little Red Bull jacket on him!"

"Ken, the official Red Bull dog?" Max smirked, clearly enjoying the chaos.

At this point, even the other drivers were gathering around, fascinated by Y/N’s new friend.

"Can’t believe it," Charles muttered, shaking his head. "She’s like the dog whisperer or something."

"Yeah, and he’s only nice to her," Pierre added, eyeing Ken warily as he stood close to Y/N but growled whenever someone else got too close.

Y/N grinned as she stroked Ken’s fur. "See? He loves me! He’s just a big softie."

Christian sighed, rubbing his temples, but there was a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Fine, you can keep him... for now. But he’s your responsibility."

"YES!" Y/N cheered, pumping her fist in the air. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Ken barked happily, as if sensing her excitement, and gave her another slobbery lick on the cheek.

The drivers watched in disbelief as Y/N led Ken back toward the Red Bull garage, already making plans for his new life in the F1 paddock.

Max clapped Christian on the back as they both watched her go. "Well, looks like Red Bull’s got a new mascot."

Christian just chuckled. "I suppose we do. Let’s hope Ken likes the noise of the cars, or we’re in for some trouble."

PERFECTLY FINE – MASTERLIST

and i feel perfectly fine, but i miss…

when the 2024 season begins to roll around, y/n harper expects a calm, drama-free year. she's just graduated into formula two, gotten settled in with her new team, and things are finally working out well with the red bull junior team. and in addition to all of that, she's got a peaceful, stable relationship with a boy who really loves her.

everything is supposed to be perfect – so why is it just fine?

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paul intro

ollie intro

social media au

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six – coming soon…

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Winchester Sister Masterlist

Sister fics;

Bullies-Brothers find out their sister is being bullied.

Shots-the boys had to take their sister!reader to a doctors who has a fear of needles.

Nothing but a drug addict-Dean hurts the readers feeling and ends in dangerous consequences.

Multiplying- The brothers feel awkward and scared around their sister when she’s recieved a gift from mother nature.

Head over heels- Reader catches her brothers trying on her heels.

His word- Dean promises he’ll never leave his sister(reader).

The Journey of a Winchester-The brothers realise their sister is hiding something from them.

The journey of a Winchester~Part 2- The brothers realise their sister is hiding something from them.

Baby’s purr- Series of moments the readers brothers have carried her out the car asleep.

Corrupted-Sister is brought back as an angel when she dies.

Corrupted part 2-Sister is brought back as an angel when she dies.

Corrupted~ Part 3- Sister is brought back as an angel when she dies.

None of the above-Winchesters tease their sister to far.

Little sister- Sister just wants comfort from her big brother Sam after a bad day.

I’m scared- After a car crashes into theirs, the brothers make it out okay but sister! reader does not.

Little secrets-Adam’s been hiding his little sister from his brothers.

Hallucinations- Adam helps the Winchester sister snap out of a hallucination.

Koda and I- Sister!reader tries to hide her schizophrenia from her brothers.

Too young-How the brothers cope with a little sister on the road.

Too young part 2-How the brothers cope with a little sister on the road.

Too young part 3-How the brothers cope with a little sister on the road.

Too young~part 4-How the brothers cope with a little sister on the road.

The tally on the wall-Sister!reader looses her mind.

Tally on the wall~part 2-Sister!reader looses her mind.

Invisible-Sister!reader is ignored by her brothers.

Invisible part 2-Sister!reader is ignored by her brothers.

Invisible Part 3-Sister!reader is ignored by her brothers.

Invisible Part 4-Sister!reader is ignored by her brothers.

Invisible Part 5-Sister!reader is ignored by her brothers.

Invisible Part 6-Sister!reader is ignored by her brothers.

Invisible part 7-Sister!reader is ignored by her brothers.

Invisible Part 8-Sister!reader is ignored by her brothers.

Invisible~Part 9-Sister!reader is ignored by her brothers.

Safe and sound-Brothers comfort reader after a nightmare.

Promise me, Cas- Sister! reader asks Cas to not share her dangerous secret with her brothers.

Promise me, Cas Part 2-Sister! reader asks Cas to not share her dangerous secret with her brothers.

Promise me, Cas~part 3-Sister! reader asks Cas to not share her dangerous secret with her brothers.

Dog nose-Brothers catch the reader smoking weed.

First priority- The boys took care of their little sister when their dad wouldn’t.

Living dead-Sister runs away to hunt but comes back different.

Baby sister- Series of moments the brothers have referred to their sister as ‘baby sister’

You have my word-reader goes on a secret date with Cas.

One of us-Reader finds out she’s adopted.

Anything-Reader is dealing with a woman issue but the problem is… she has two very awkward, manly big brothers.

Woops-Reader isn’t as innocent as her brothers thought.

Change-Reader confesses her sexuality to her brothers

L.A dreams-Reader falls for an actor on a case but has to leave

Self esteem -Brothers help their sister with confidence issues.

Self Esteem Part 2-Brothers help their sister with confidence issues.

Talk to us-Brothers help their sister deal with her problems.

Panic room-Sister!reader is addicted to demon blood instead of Sam.

Panic room Part 2-Sister!reader is addicted to demon blood instead of Sam.

Panic room Part 3-Sister!reader is addicted to demon blood instead of Sam.

Magic Brownies-reader is the boys’ little sister and accidentally eats brownies with weed in them.

A sister?-Brothers find out they’ve got a sister.

A sister? Part 2-Brothers find out they’ve got a sister.

A sister?Part 3-Brothers find out they’ve got a sister.

A sister? Part 4-Brothers find out they’ve got a sister.

You’re safe now-Reader (sister) Is acting distance and not their usual bubbly self. Her brothers confront her.

You’re safe now Part 2-Reader (sister) Is acting distance and not their usual bubbly self. Her brothers confront her.

You’re safe now Part 3-Reader (sister) Is acting distance and not their usual bubbly self. Her brothers confront her.

You’re safe now Part 4-Reader (sister) Is acting distance and not their usual bubbly self. Her brothers confront her.

Bad little sis-Brothers find out reader is good with archery.

EUGH!-Brothers catch the reader making out with a boy.

busted-Reader sneaks out on a hunt after Dean forbids her too.

Busted Part 2-Reader sneaks out on a hunt after Dean forbids her too.

Don’t separate us-Reader and the brothers are all separated to be interviewed by cops after getting arrested only that the reader has separation anxiety

Dad’s on a hunting trip-Story that follows the show, not reader (kinda used my own name :/)

Dad’s on a hunting trip Part 2-Story that follows the show, not reader (kinda used my own name :/)

Words unspoken-Mute!Sister!reader gets kidnapped.

Silence is the loudest cry- reader is their little sister and she stops talking and they have to try and find out why.

Look after you-Reader is just a baby (like few months old) and the boys have to take care of her

Ferrets are cute!-Reader tries to convince brothers to let her keep a ferret.

Wait what?-Sister isn’t as innocent as brothers thought.

Secrets-Reader hides her ADHD from her brothers.

Torture-Dean and Sam are tied up/captured along with the reader, and they’re forced to watch their sister being tortured.

My funny teddy bear-Younger readers teddy comes to life only he’s very sassy and snappy.

Rock, Paper, Scissors-Brothers fight over who gets to take out the reader.

Those moments-Brothers defend their sister when they get called into the principals office.

Slowly breaking-Everyone notices how the brothers feel, but no one stops to see how the reader feels about everything. (Warning: Self harm and suicide)

Slowly breaking Part 2- Reader gets rushed into hospital.

Slowly breaking Part 3- Brothers don’t like it when they find their sister talking to a boy.

Laughing gas-Reader is Sam and Dean’s little sister and has to have laughing gas.

Pet names- Moments where the brothers have used different pet names on their sister.

Silently mad-Sam leaves his sister after Dean goes to hell, when Dean returns and they go to get her back, they find out she’s not the same.

Silently mad Part 2- Sam finds out his sisters mental health isn’t all it seemed to be.

Cry to big brothers- Sister has been hit with a spell that makes her finally show her emotions.

The sad kind- reader is Sam and Deans younger sister (around 15-17) and Dean is drunk. But not the goofy kind of drunk, the sad kind.

A sisters pain-The brothers sister gets hurt on a hunt after training to hard.

Here to help-Sister has a stutter that she hid from the boys but had now come back and needs her brothers help to get rid of.

How to love-Crowley saves Winchesters little sister from getting attacked.

Sketches-Reader is Sam and Dean’s sister and they find out she’s been hiding talents from them.

Always here-Sam refuses to let sister go when Lucifer makes him see her death.

Protective brothers-Lot’s of moments showing where the Reader (sister) is in trouble and big brothers come to the rescue.

Dad’s on a hunting trip-Episode 1 of Dean bringing Sam back just in a version where they have a sister. (not reader though)

Until proven- Sister reader has appendicitis, but Dean doesn’t believe her until they have to rush her into hospital.

Protecting you-Dean has to leave to help a friend and leaves Sam in charge of their sister.

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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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 😭

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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!!!

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. 😌❤️

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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.

Peaky Blinders (Little Lady Blinder) Masterlist

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Yees!!! Okay, so can I request a piastri or leclerc reader (whichever you want) where reader accompanies her older brother to a race and she was wearing a dress or a skirt and a fan takes a photo up her skirt (she is wearing shorts underneath) and in an instant it blows up on the Internet with mixed reactions and it reaches the drivers (while doing media duty) and reader's brother freak out, cause wtf where is the security man! And he looses his shit (like has to be held back) as soon as people find evidence of the guy who took the photo (another fan accidentally filming the whole ordeal) which makes the fia fine him BUT THEN MY BOI RETALIATES ALONG WITH THE ENTIRE GRID CAUSE F THE FIA MAN and just hurt/comfort cause reader is now scared to go anywhere in public in anything other than a pair of pants with a pair of leggings underneath and just very supportive and comforting older brother Charles or Oscar

If you are not comfortable with this request I totally understand, thank youu

Don't Go There - OP81/Formula 1 Grid

Piastri!Reader

This is such a specific request.

WARNING! I do want to warn to anyone reading that this is going to include the sharing of images of y/n that were taken without consent and the reader will go through some distressing emotions. I don't usually write about serious matters like this so if you're more here for romantic fluff, this isn't the usual and you might not be a fan of this.

As the closest two on the grid to to the Aussie. Lando and Logan have seen Oscar happy and having a good time. But the joy of having his little sister there for a couple weeks with them. It's fair to say that Oscar misses her and seeing the overwhelming change since he moved away from home for his career, he cherishes every moment he gets to spend with her and he maybe still babies her a little too much.

But when he left home she was in her awkward mid-teens phase and now she's just hit 20 and annoyingly she gets attention from plenty of the F1 drivers and the F2 drivers.

Y/n doesn't care about the attention she gets for her appearance. She's there for her brother and he's her idol. Her entire life she's looked up to her big brother and admired him for getting into F1, it only hurts that she can't be there for him more often.

Getting into the paddock was wild and even in the safety and security of the paddock. There was a lot of people buzzing around.

What no one predicted for the start of race day was for something to rile Oscar so much he actually started yelling.

The social media teams had caught wind of the video but in time to reach Oscar, Lando or any of the other drivers while doing media duties, some of which all crowded in the media pen.

A video of y/n capturing her face just before it dips down and catches a few frames under her skirt. The caption of the video being "Oscar's sister is clearly here as a secret fan of Ferrari".

"Do we know who posted it?" Oscar questions with a darkness in his tone that makes Lando look almost fearful at his teammate while y/n just blinks away her tears. They've managed to push the McLaren drivers back into the hospitality unit and in fact many of the other teams did the same just to try and calm the situation since all of the drivers are pretty angered about it.

Maybe it should've been predicted that the one thing to bring out the dark side of Oscar would be someone hurting his sister. Emotionally or physically, it's the same to him and this sort of thing in completely unacceptable.

"I want to know who posted it and we need to call the police and find a way to get this off the internet." Oscar states before storming out while y/n just sniffles then clearing her throat as she stands up, moving to go after her brother and hopefully calm him down.

The truth is, it's been posted and now he's been reposted and the disgusting comments have been spread around. A video of her red underwear, not worn for any intention other than just wearing underwear. Certainly not for the approval or attention of any Ferrari drivers.

"Oscar..." Y/n murmurs walking into her brother's driver's room where he's been pacing as she try not to hiccup in her tears.

"Y/n..." Oscar sighs moving to hug her. He can't even stop himself from wincing when he feels her crying against him. "I'm so sorry, y/n...I'm going to make sure they regret it."

"Oscar, don't get yourself in trouble. Let other people take care of it." Y/n frowns shifting back. "I don't want you to get yourself in trouble or with a bad reputation."

"If protecting my sister who has just been-been violated by a stranger who we don't even know the name of give me a bad rep then I don't want a good one." Oscar declares making her sigh softly before she swallows thickly.

"I don't want anymore attention about it." Y/n shrugs then swallowing thickly while Oscar frowns and slumps a little, moving back from her and leaning on the table. "You just focus on the race ok? That's what I'm here for ok? That's what I want to focus on, everything else is just...noise. Stupid people can't be stopped from doing stupid things."

"They can be stopped when it has the effect on you that it's had." Oscar grumbles clearly having no intentions of letting it go.

"Oscar, please? Can you at least forget it happened till after the race? For me?"

It's pretty much impossible for Oscar to say not to his little sister when she says that, so he reluctantly lets it go. At least up to the race then he fully intends to find this man and make him understand just how disgusting of thing they did.

-

It wasn't a podium. But seeing y/n actually smiling after the rough start to the day. It's a pretty good improvement.

But things don't remain all that good for long since the perpetrator has been not only identified but is being held by security. It comes out on his march over to the security building that another fan caught the moment the video was taken on camera too and the man was easily identified and found with the aid of other fans

Oscar doesn’t need a name though. He doesn’t even need to properly look at the man. The moment he’s in the room no one can act fast enough to grab Oscar before his fist collides with the man’s nose, a bone crunching impact that causes absolute bedlam to follow.

Security has to pull Oscar off the man in his blind rage attack. But that doesn’t stop him.

“if you ever think about coming near my sister ever again, or any woman and taking a video or picture or having a camera near them. I will personally make sure this is not the last time you pay for it.” Oscar exclaims in a state of anger that has him heaving for breaths.

His body is shaking with unfinished anger as y/n finally catches up, not having been considered to be informed as quickly as her brother.

“We need to get you to the medical centre. You’re bleeding.” Kim sighs as he checks Oscar’s knuckles that definitely looked better only a matter of minutes ago. “We need to make sure you have broken anything.”

“W-What happened?”

“Oscar went feral on the guy that took your video.” An Aston Martin girl states, clearly having witnessed the whole thing.

That makes her gut drop and y/n is rushing from her spot to follow Oscar to the medical centre.

They've already got him in getting an x-ray. Where it's confirmed that he has a hairline fracture but so long as he doesn't do anymore damage, he should be fine for the next weekend to race again.

"Oscar...you shouldn't have done that." Y/ murmurs while Oscar sighs knowing she's right but not wanting to admit it.

"He deserved it." Oscar grunts as they put a bandaged on his knuckles, if only to just keep them protected for a bit.

-

Only a couple hours later Oscar is called to the FIA stewards and they end up giving him a fine of €50,000 for assaulting a fan. That only boils his blood more and when the rest of the drivers catch wind of it they begin to contact Lando and pull together a plan to show their support of Oscar.

The FIA has ignored the violation committed toward y/n despite Oscar trying to calmly inform them of the fact that his attack while not necessarily ok, it was provoked and justified.

So during the Monday driver debrief, there's already something to say.

"Please just keep your head low for this debriefing, I don't want to be the source or reason for more trouble." Y/n murmurs while walking alongside Oscar. "Please, Oscar."

"I hear you, but if they bring it up then I'm going to talk about it and stand by my point." Oscar states looking like he might at actually cross his arms with his upset. "You're my little sister, you came here to have a good time not be harassed by some perv who don't understand boundaries."

She knows he's technically not wrong, but that doesn't make his technique of dealing with it any more acceptable in the eyes of the FIA and ultimately they can change his career fate.

Oscar leaves, though not with hugging his little sister tightly to try and reassure her that he'll try his best to contain his upset about what's happened. When he gets to the debrief the rest of the driver's look beyond angry. Possibly angrier than Oscar himself, but since he's been out of the loop in the talks between the other drivers. He just sits down silently beside Lando who looks like he might break his own fist from how much he's clenched it.

When the FIA officer appears, there's a silence as all 20 drivers glare, not hiding their simmering rage.

The officer begins talking about the race and they all just wait in a deadly silence before they're asked for feedback.

"Will we all be fined for defending our family, or any women? Or is it just Oscar?" Lando asks speaking up and genuinely shocking his teammate.

"Oscar was fined to stop the police from charging him with assault."

"And what about the man who leaked a video of y/n's underwear taken without her consent out on the internet? Or is it ok when it's a woman who is the victim?" George questions with a frown.

"If this happens again are we expected to encourage it? Tell them well done for being disgusting pigs that hold as little value as the important women in our lives as the FIA do? Or does it only matter if she's a minor and since she's over 18, it's ok for men to do whatever they like to her." Lance questions even standing up. "If that was my sister, he'd be lucky to still be breathing."

The lack of response, the stunned expression tells them all what they needed to know. The FIA didn't care about y/n's well-being or care if she had been hurt. They didn't care at all.

"I will bring it up and we will get back to you all." The officer states before clearing his throat. "Will that be all?"

Oscar is up and out of there in a second. Not being able to bear being here a second longer.

"Come on, we're leaving." Oscar states while y/n looks up form her phone.

"I just need to grab my stuff-"

"Someone else will grab it. I'm not staying here any longer and neither are you. Come on." Oscar demands making her move taking his hand that's offered out to her.

She's yanked through the paddock passing the other drivers as they exit. But Oscar doesn't stop to say a goodbye to even Logan or Lando.

-

Y/n has always been a lover of dresses and skirts, but ever since the video. Oscar has noticed her fashion change. She's wearing leggings, jeans or just any form of trousers.

Oscar's protectiveness increased the next weekend, he walked behind her at all times and had his eyes everywhere.

The FIA did end up putting a life long ban from any and all racing events that the FIA is involved in, even beyond just F1 events on the fan who took the video. They also apologised publicly and revoked the fine on Oscar.

But they did warn that this is not an incident to happen again. In terms of a driver getting violent with someone. Instead they want it to be addressed through the proper and legal channels. Not that anyone appreciated it.

The attitudes online are mainly divided between the men who hate women being a part of the sport practically blaming y/n as the problem and the rest of the f1 fans who understand that it's no one's right to take a video of under someone's skirt especially without their consent then share it online with a derogatory comment.

"Y/n, you know...you don't have to change the way you dress. I'll protect you." Oscar states, not sure how to address it exactly but knowing that his sister has visibly changed her choice of wardrobe.

"I know...I just...I don't want to wear other stuff right now." Y/n sighs managing a weak smile before she clears her throat a little.

Oscar drops it knowing that his sister is strong and for now this is how she's going to cope with what she had to go through. He can protect her and comfort her until she's feeling confident enough and if too much time passes that she continues to seem fearful of just being herself.

"You're the best sister I could ever have." Oscar sighs as he hugs her tightly. "I'm sorry there wasn't anything else I could do."

"Don't take the blame for this, Oscar...you aren't responsible for some asshole thinking he can do something that's really no ok."

The Witcher Masterpost

Main Masterpost

The reader is my OC, Akela, just with the pronouns/name changed as Tumblr seems to prefer reader!fics. Her version of each story can be found here.

one shots

Sticks and Stones (Geralt x reader) - After Renfri’s death, you find Geralt surrounded by a crowd of people throwing stones at him and yelling at him to die. Needless to say, you react in the only way possible. Like a witcher.

Heart of Geralt (Geralt x Jaskier x reader) - Geralt and Jaskier’s first meeting, except with an added twist. Who knew the White Wolf liked raspberries?

The White Wolf and His Pup (Geralt x OC) - Geralt finds a baby girl in the woods, and for some reason, he can’t quite let her go.

Fragile (Geralt x OC) - Geralt deals with a sick baby.

An Accidental Purpose (Geralt x witchers x OC) - Geralt brings the baby he found in the woods to Kaer Morhen to meet Vesemir and his brothers.

Like Father, Like Daughter (Geralt x OC) - Geralt should have expected his child’s first word to be ‘fuck’.

Raising a Wild Pup (Geralt x OC) - Geralt deals with a tantrum, watches the sun set, and goes swimming. In one evening. That’s his superpower. He calls it fatherhood.

Eleven (Geralt x reader) - For a five-year-old, political events can be boring. Thankfully, Geralt is a master at distracting you.

Fire (Geralt x reader) - It’s your birthday, and you and Geralt celebrate by playing a game.

Book (Geralt x reader) - After a long day, you ask Geralt to read you a story before bed.

Eye of the Beholder (Geralt x Yennefer x Jaskier x reader) - Geralt has a tendency to cover your eyes whenever a naked person steps into view—as any father does—but this proves to be quite difficult when he first meets Yennefer.

Sex and Apologies (Geralt x Yennefer x Jaskier x reader) - After the djinn causes the building to fall around Geralt and Yennefer, you believe your guardian to be dead. He is, of course, very much alive, and you’re far from happy.

First (Geralt x reader) - You smile at a boy, and Geralt starts to worry.

Little Traveller (Geralt x reader) - While staying at an inn, you sleepwalk, leaving a very uneasy Geralt to come and find you.

You Make Me Smile (Geralt x reader) - The one thing you should never do is start a tickle fight with a witcher.

Each Other (Geralt x reader) - Geralt would never have believed that he’d one day find himself braiding a teenage girl’s hair, never mind her braiding his… But here he is. And he isn’t complaining.

Like Him (Geralt x Jaskier x reader) - You and Geralt have an argument, and it takes a certain bard to get you to stop glaring daggers at each other and make up.

Dad (Geralt x reader) - Three times Geralt called you his daughter, and the one time you called him ‘Dad’.

A Mother’s Touch (Yennefer x reader) - Geralt is great, but sometimes, all you need is a mother’s arms to wrap around you and hold you close.

To Annoy a Witcher (Geralt x reader) - Five times Geralt hated the bard’s song, and the one time he didn’t.

Wild Rabbit (Geralt x reader) - You meet your mother—the mother who, as the stories go, left you to the monsters in the woods. Fortunately, you were found by Geralt before they could get you, but it’s safe to say you’re not happy to see this woman… and neither is Geralt.

Mud Monster (Geralt x Jaskier x reader) - Jaskier should have known better than letting you convince him to play a prank on Geralt.

To Love and Be Loved (Geralt x Yennefer x reader) - Geralt and Yennefer aren’t exactly the most well-behaved parents when it comes to you and teenage boys.

Fishy Business (Geralt x OC) - Geralt teaches you how to catch fish.

Until the End (Geralt x reader) - After Geralt loses both Yennefer and Jaskier on that mountainside, you’re there to assure him that he’s not alone.

Constant (Geralt x reader) - You’re worried that, once Geralt finds Ciri, he’ll stop caring for you. Geralt’s quick to put your mind at ease.

Jealousy (Geralt x Ciri x reader) - You meet Ciri, and you are less than happy.

Name Game (Geralt x reader) - Geralt accidentally calls Ciri something he shouldn’t have.

The Pup and the Cub (Ciri x reader) - Geralt leaves you and Ciri to finally sort out your differences.

The Bard and the Barber (Geralt x Jaskier x Ciri x reader) - Though you’re all too happy to see Jaskier again, there’s one thing that must go: his hair.

Luna Wolf (Geralt x reader) - Geralt finds you on the bleak path of revenge as you hunt the leshy that killed Eskel.

For Eskel (Ciri x reader) - In the Temple of Melitele, you grieve Eskel.  

drabbles

Geralt x Jaskier - (“For someone who’s totally selling the monster-killing, impassive mystique, you’re surprisingly kid-friendly.”)

Geralt x Lambert x Eskel x Vesemir - (Geralt was beginning to think he should never have introduced Akela to the other witchers.)

Geralt x reader - (“I’m bleeding!”)

Geralt x reader - (“Are you mad at me?”)

Geralt x reader - (“What the hell are you holding and why is it…wriggling?”)

Geralt x reader - (“Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.”)

Geralt x Lambert x reader - (“Poke me again and see what happens.”)

Geralt x Jaskier x reader - (“For the first time in my life, I genuinely want to throw my life in the ocean.”)

Geralt x reader - (“I’ll be here when you wake up.”)

Geralt x reader - (“Where’s Roach?”)

Geralt x reader - (“You have a stick in your hair.”)

Geralt x reader - (“You know I love you.”)

Jaskier x reader - (“I’ll always be there for you.”)

Geralt x reader - (Waking up face down in the dirt didn’t surprise him. The fact that said dirt was in a rose garden, did.)

Geralt x reader - (“You can join them, you know.”)