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aaaaaaaaagenloser · 6 months

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(Tw: kinda transphobia? Use of it/its for a character who hasn’t declared what their pronouns are yet. Arguments over whether a character is a person or not; that ties into the pronoun thing here. Bonus points for descriptions of canon-typical gore yipeeee)

An update from after writing this: oh this. Got. This one got away from me?? I think I started this at 4 minutes past the hour. It is now 43 minutes past the hour. shitt.

Update; it is now 17 minutes after the NEXT hour. 26 minutes after th last update. I have seen god in the past hour and she shook in fear of both my power and audacity. I have lunch with my family scheduled in like 6 hours and I have not yet slept. This wasn’t meant to be as long as it is but I was possessed and this is the result. I may edit it and make it smoother later but I’ll make that a separate post, I want this sleep-deprived chunk of words to be here as like a monument to the fact that I could have been playing stardew valley during this time but I chose to do this instead

TLDR: long ass story ahead written by a sleep-deprived and hyperfixation-driven author. Who is now going the fuck to BED

“We can’t just keep it! What if it has a tracking device? It won’t let us fucking touch it so there’s no way of knowing it has one unless it leads them right to us!”

“Ok, I hear you but think. That hasn’t happened yet. It’s been about what, three days? and that hasn’t happened, and they haven’t been violent towards any of us at all. They haven’t tried to go back either, so there’s no risk of them telling or leading Showfall where we are.”

“Why do you keep calling it ‘they’?”

“Well they can’t be an “it” now can it? …wait.”

“Ok can we figure out the gender of the thing in the other room after we figure out if it’s a threat to us or not. It’s not even a fucking person, you remember what those things did to you back there, don’t you?”

“Those people were not themselves, they were just doing what he wanted them to do—“

“They’re not fucking people! Those things are all part of Showfall, just like Hetch was! It’s just waiting for the right time to turn us in, or pull some shit on one of us like they did before.”

“They weren’t… they weren’t in control.”

“Yeah like fuck they weren’t, I saw it fucking happen!”

“You can’t just… Ok. Sneeg. Stop. You don’t speak for me, the one who, oh I don’t know, was the one that shit happened to? They were being controlled just like us—“

“No, no, not like us. We were wandering around and not knowing what the fuck was happening. None of us knew what was happening. We just went along blindly. Those things—on purpose—dragged you to that stupid wall and sewed wires into your hands—“

“Shut up, Sneeg—“

“No you shut up! You didn’t see it fucking happen! I saw them and Bitchface literally hold you down until you passed out! They were fucking choking you, they fucking—they nearly fucking killed you with just their hands, that’s not a little suggestion in the back of your brain, that’s on purpose! That is fucking deliberate, that is a thing those machines chose to do! You don’t remember, you weren’t conscious when they fucking stapled you to the wall and strapped your head in—“

Sneeg glanced at Ranboo for a moment in-between pacing as he ranted, and the far away look in their sibling’s eyes shut them up immediately. Ranboo was still present, thank fuck, but they were looking at their brother like he was holding up a knife to their throat.

“Fuck, Ran, okay, okay—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… shit. Do you need Charlie?”

“You don’t know when to shut the fuck up.”

“…okay. Okay. I’m sorry. Do you need me to get Charlie?”

“No, I’m fucking fine.” It did not sound like he meant that at all. His voice was less steady than before. “I don’t want him to worry about our… hitchhiker. He’s worrying enough about… well, everything.”

“The fact that it’s here, so close to us is the reason I’m trying to get you to see, Ran. What if it turns on him? What if it does that shit to him when we aren’t there?”

“We will be there.”

“And when it tries anything, we can kill it?”

“Sneeg!”

“You wouldn’t kill it, even if it hurt our fucking brother?”

“Of course we wouldn’t keep them around if they did that, could we at least just… just leave it behind? …wait, no, they couldn’t take care of themselves. If we had to leave it behind, maybe we should…”

Silence lingered for a bit too long.

“We should what, Ran?”

“…Sneeg, I was about to say that killing it would be a mercy.” The Hero laughed. “Doesn’t that sound familiar?”

The Taken didn’t reply.

“We have to help them. I don’t… I don’t want to be on the other end of a mercy killing. I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore.”

“Okay. I’m—are you okay?”

“…m fine. It’s fine. Just. Can you stop acting like they’re any different from us? Please.”

“What do you want me to think then?” His voice was softer than it had been a few minutes before.

“Just assume that they… that they were someone. Just like we were before. And they didn’t… they didn’t do anything on their own, it was all Showfall.”

“Okay. Fine. Let’s assume they were controlled, they didn’t mean to, so on and so forth. Why haven’t they talked yet.”

“I don’t think any of the drones even could talk. Wait, should we really be calling them a drone—“

“Shut the fuck up, Ranboo, we have got to figure out what to do with it. It probably doesn’t even know what is happening, what the fuck does it matter what we call it.”

“It matters to me! Do you want me to call you by your title? Do you want to call me by mine? …No? Then why are we treating them like all they are is what Showfall made them? We had lives before, we were someone, so they must have been too. They might not realize it, or… or act like it, but they used to be someone. They are a whole person, Sneeg. We have to help them, we can’t just leave them behind because that would mean we are giving up on someone just like us, and we cannot give up on each other. They… they would have hurt us by now if they were going to. And Showfall hasn’t found us since… you know, which means there aren’t any more trackers.

…okay, Sneeg?”

“…okay. If it,” he sighed at the look Ran gave them, “if they try anything, we have to leave them behind. I’m not letting a dumbass puppet be the reason we get taken back.”

“If they—ok, whatever, you’re not understanding. You can’t say one of us somehow wanted to be controlled, and they’re a ‘puppet’ but those rules don’t apply to the rest of us—“

“There is not an ‘us,’ Ran! That thing isn’t like us!”

“Guys?”

A sleepy voice shut the two of them up instantly. They had a split-second conversation with their eyes before looking to their brother. ‘We aren’t done talking about this’ ‘You’e absolutely right, so later?’ ‘Later.’ ‘We’re telling Charlie nothing happened?’ ‘Of course.’ ‘Ok good plan.’

“Why are you two fighting? I’m tired, can we please go back to sleep?”

“We weren’t fighting, we were…”

“…talking about plans for tomorrow. And you can go back to sleep.”

“I don’t want to be by myself.” Charlie looked at Sneeg pointedly, who sighed to Ranboo with a playfully annoyed expression.

“Well I guess I gotta go be a teddy bear again.”

“Have fun”

“Absolutely not.”

Charlie punched Sneeg in the shoulder lightly for that, who just giggled in response and led his little brother back to their room.

Which left Ran by themselves.

Some nights, he would join them, but some nights Charlie couldn’t stand to be anywhere near Ran, and the three of them had made a silent mutual agreement that Charlie trusted Sneeg more than he did Ranboo.

…Ranboo was okay with this. He wasn’t hurt by it. He didn’t cry on the nights he slept by himself.

He didn’t wish he could be the one Sneeg comforted sometimes. They were just fine.

They were fine, which is why they went to the living room where their… well. Their hitchhiker? They weren’t exactly a brother, or a sibling, more like a fourth wheel on a tricycle. Or a flyaway hair. Okay, maybe Ranboo needed to get tbr fuck to sleep, alone or not.

But he found himself in the living room, where their hitchhiker slept. Or, didn’t sleep, as they seemed to not need to. They would sit on the couch and stare idly at the tv. That was what had started the whole conversation with Sneeg in the first place; Ran wanted to leave some kind of entertainment for the fourth person so they wouldn’t be made to sit in the dark for hours. Sneeg took this remark as a perfect opportunity to explain all the reasons why the former drone should be abandoned, but Ranboo would have fucking none of it. Maybe the couch potato (shit, he really needed to come up with a name for them—) didn’t seem to sleep, barely ate, and stayed still unless actually verbally told to move, but they were still a person. Ranboo was sure of it.

Their hand wandered up to the fresh scabs where their mask had been. The fourth person had a mask, one that hadn’t been touched. Despite usually staying still, the person—(Ranboo thinks they might just call this person Couch for now. Maybe it’s not accurate, and they’re tired, but it’s something. C, for short.)

C would back away any time the others would try to get near them. And they did in fact try, but despite how creative or sneaky they got, C always ducked away. It reminded Ranboo of the drone who had followed them with a camera, always one step away and never letting the Hero get too close.

The mask turned to Ranboo, who stared back quietly. C hadn’t talked at all, so Ranboo didn’t expect them to suddenly start now. He wasn’t even sure if they understood what was said to them, but Ranboo wanted to try anyways. Better to be polite.

“Do you like the show that’s on? I think it’s called Lucy, or something. I don’t know, Sneeg said it was funny. And it didn’t seem, uh- scary or anything.”

The mask didn’t speak.

“If you want to change it, the remote’s right there, um, I showed you how to use it before. And there’s like, instructions drawn on there. You can thank Charlie for that one.”

…

“I think I’m going to head to bed.”

…

“Fuck it, can I stay here?”

The mask still didn’t speak, but the head hidden behind it tilted a bit at the sudden change in tone. Ranboo took this as an absolute win.

“So I just. I don’t want to be by myself. And I don’t think you sleep, I mean if you just sleep when everyone else is asleep that’s cool, but also if so how do you even? function? on that much sleep? It really isn’t that much but to be fair you don’t do much so maybe you don’t need it. …do you sleep sitting up? And just somehow wake up when we get close? I know, um. Sorry about that, again, we were just worried your mask had a tracker like mine used to.”

Ran laughed nervously. “I think I did convince them that it doesn’t, so that should stop now. If um. If we make you uncomfortable you still don’t have to be touched, it’s, it’s fine.”

Other than the head tilt before, there wasn’t a reply.

“Okay, since. You can’t talk, I’m just gonna… I’ll sit down beside you. On the couch. And if you don’t want me to be that close you can uh- you can leave. Or like, get up, and then I’ll leave. This is the only room with a tv, so I’ll let you stay here, but I can’t tell if you want me to be here or not, so. Okay, sorry, I’m rambling. Just… move if you want me to leave, okay?”

Ranboo waited for a response that didn’t come, then sighed. “Okay.” He kept his hands up and open while sitting down, waiting for a few moments before tucking his feet under himself to get more comfortable. “I’m just gonna stay here, okay? Like I said, just move if you want me to leave.”

The mask had tracked them to where they sat now, but the person—C—didn’t make a move to leave. Ranboo turned their attention to the tv, keeping an eye on their couch partner in their peripheral vision. During a moment of audience laughter in the show—I Love Lucy, they remembered—C turned their head back to the television as they had been before Ranboo walked in.

Seeing as how C (they needed a better name than that—) didn’t speak, this was the closest Ranboo could get to being told “you can stay here.” So they did. A few episodes later, his head was on the arm of the couch and his eyes were closed.

Five turned its attention to the Hero, who was now asleep. He had said it was a person, which was almost hilarious. And the Taken and the Hero seemed to think it couldn’t talk? They had to know it needed to be given permission first: any handler of a Drone or Prop knew that basic rule. It would wait until permission was given: it knew how to obey. It wasn’t meant to speak to a superior unless it was told it was allowed. It would wait.

…in the meantime, it studied its handler, the Hero. The other Actors, their two other handlers, called him ‘Ranboo’ but Five knew that wasn’t his actual label. The Hero was his character in the last show, and so that is who he was. Five didn’t know if Actors had a number, but he had been called the Hero in the script, and so the Hero he will be until the script changes.

It hoped to get new instructions, a new script for itself, something, soon. It was tired of simply watching the Actors go about their incredibly off-script show. It was sometimes told to participate, and since no other superiors were nearby, it had to obey its current handlers. But it was told to participate, to stir eggs, to help clean the kitchen, to attack small webs in corners with a stick with soft spikes on the end. Those sorts of things weren’t it’s usual directive, and so it found itself…

It didn’t resent its handlers. They were doing their best, and they at least knew that they were meant to give it orders. It simply wished they were familiar orders. It wished the Hero had told it to play dead, or play chase, or play camera, or caught, or prop. It would even listen if it was told to power down until needed. At least then it wouldn’t have to be conscious in this boring and unfamiliar set.

Y EA I know they probably don’t like tvs. Shhhhhh. I didn’t think about that until like. I had already written the tv part. At this moment it is 55 minutes past th hour and I want these characters to go the fuck to sleep so I can go thr fuck to sleep /lh

And yeah Five only uses “he” for glran. That is intentional. It’ll be talked about and shit later. Something about being put into a role, something about showfall being transphobic, something something I want to go to bed

Powering down = “sleeping” for a drone. Different but similar. I’ll explain how it works later?, anyway The others hav e told Five to “sleep” but it doesn’t understand because it is only ever told to “power down” so it’s like error.sleep_not_found and it stares at them like “bitch you said the wrong. Thing. You’re supposed to know how to control me so you don’t want me to power down I fucking guess” and it’s gonna be really funny after that miscommunication is taken care of.

If you remember the Five Gets A Cold And Wants To Throw Hands With Everyone post, this is wayyy before that. These motherfuckers are fresh out of showfall. Don’t ask how they got a house. I’ll figure it out

I am! Tired! I’m not proofreading this!! Goodnight please give me your thoughts if you have them. I need to know I didn’t sacrifice tbis much sleep in vain /nf /lh (I appreciate words but you are Not required to give them. Love you have a good nigt/p)

#five the genloss blorbo #let’s not talk about how many tries it took me to spell unobserved. let’s simplynot #update like 5 years into me writing this: i also cannot spell the word peepohe it would seem #that. that was meant to be the word People. you can see m #h my point stands #it is late as fuck yet I Have to make this. it has to exist so I must make it exist #I’m hamilton writing like I’m running out of time but I’m writing g #writing 51 essays in which assorted characters get the physical and/or emotional shit beaten out of them #and me running out of time is running out of sleepy. I am a sleep y man #take a break and get away says my pillow. I am Hamilton my pillow is upstate and this goddam mess of a short story I am trying to write is M #this story is Mariah Reyndolds leading me to her bed .#I haven’t slept in a while and I’m hyperfixationed on Hamilton so that metaphor makes. 0 sense #if you’re reading this far I’m so sorry. have a cookie! and fun fact an old lady held my hand and s #she said my (Very Androgynous!!) haircut is perfect. she used those words #i almost cried right then and there. genuine compliments from people make my fucking day . ok I need to go back to editing thisthing now #I wrote it. changed a plot point. started to rewrite it. changed ANOTHER plot point #so now I’ve got several s #several layers of Oh Shit I have to untangle #im. making my own goddam escape au apparently????? it won’t make any fucking sense but I will explain it later.#and! feel free to ask questions!’ and tell me if it make’s absolutely 0 sense #I do in fact want to be able to tell the story in a way you will understand. so ask questions! give a feedback! /gen /pos #I accidentally. deleted a tag so whatever I was going to say is fucking gone now. oh I think I memerbr #they are out of character ye. I’m sleepy and I’m making their escape au up as I go.#so far I have 1) the box scene was somehow Worse #2) they kidnapped Five (yippee!)#3) Charlie is the most traumatized out of the three. I don’t. I don’t know why.#I think that’s mostly because I didn’t feel like writing a conversation between Three characters. so my brain was like this :#why isn’t Charlie here? sleeping. why are these two not including him in conversation? protectiveness.#why protectiveness? he is the most upset out of the three of them and the other two have basically taken up the caretaker role. great plan #great plan hit the showers. I have reached. max tags. shit oh well back to writing tumblr says so!

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that-gal-kay · 1 year

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Laurens and Lafayette, BFFs, hospital/doctor AU 😳👀

Ohohoho!

Watch as I make very liberal use of this doctor/hospital AU with the only medical show I’ve seen in its entirety. I’ve watched reruns of M*A*S*H since before I could talk. If you have Hulu, I highly recommend watching. It’s 11 seasons, fantastic writing, excellent characters, and the series finale will make you cry like a baby no less than three times.

So, our setting is a mobile hospital during the Korean War. If you know this series I’m basing Laurens’ role a lot off of Hawkeye Pierce (idealistic, obnoxious, will die on this hill to make a point). Lafayette is based on BJ Hunnicut (almost as equally idealistic, subtle prankster, spends about 80 percent of his time talking about his wife and daughter).

I’m loving this idea though- John a drafted doctor just a couple years from being established enough to set up his own practice. His father has connections and could maybe get him out of it, but John is stubborn. He’s going to go and prove himself. John was not made for the discipline of military life though. He’d much rather do his own thing, so he is often out of uniform. He has no interest in being an officer beyond the rank of Captain he was given upon being drafted.

Lafayette is a little more go with the flow and probably a volunteer doctor who ends up in this American unit due to his eagerness to serve, and the powers that be wouldn’t want a talented surgeon to end up terribly close to the front lines. Lafayette had some prior military experience, so he’s automatically made a Major, though he doesn’t flaunt it. Definitely the sort of guy that just wants to be friends with everyone.

John has been here longer than most everyone else, and has become unfortunately numb to the sort of injuries they deal with. When Lafayette get called into surgery within hours of arriving at camp his first patient is a young man with a gruesome chest injury. He takes one look and runs out of the room and promptly pukes. John, nearly done with his operation, goes after him as soon as he can.

Initially John wants to scold him, a man could have died if not for another doctor stepping in, but at second glance Lafayette is much the same as he was when he first arrived- an excellent young doctor shielded from the horrors of war. John takes him under his wing from that point on.

So Laf and John bunk and due to their circumstances quickly become close friends. They drink. A lot. There are not a lot of other people out there that see the horrors they do every day. After hours of surgery they spend almost all of their time together trying to focus on anything but war and death.

#oh I love this #M*A*S*H AU #doctors au #John Laurens #marquis de lafayette #hamilton #I could go so much deeper here #Washington as Colonel Potter #Alex as Radar but 300% spicier #Charles Lee as Frank Burns #Send me an AU and some characters and see what I come up with

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ncis-nerd · 27 days

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A Misson Gone Wrong

grey november au

You were holed up in Natasha's room, basically your room by now. The Russian welcomed you with open arms. She knew of your nightmares and sleeping problems so she was careful not to wake you when she came back from late night missions.

Though this did not always work due to your being a light sleeper and the moment her body hit the mattress your eyes opened. "Natty?" you'd mumble sleepily, pressing your hands into fists against your eye. Natasha hated when you did this, as she didn't want you to harm your vision.

"Shh, t's okay. M' here sweet girl, go back to sleep." She'd hum, pressing a kiss against your forehead and soothing you back to sleep. The older woman loved when you called her Natty. A nickname you only called her in your softest hours, when it was just you and her. She picked up on this the next day when you guys were in a meeting.

"Natasha" you'd address her. She'd look at you with a raised eyebrow. A little hurt but she understood you were just trying to maintain professionalism. The woman obviously teased you about it afterwards. In the kitchen, when you were getting one of your granola bars. One of very few things that you ate, due to texture issues you couldn't stomach certain foods.

Natasha obviously noticed this after finding multiple snack wrappers in the trash. She would dismiss it for right now. A conversation for another time. You sat on the counter, your legs swinging off the side. Unintentionally kicking the cabinets below you. Natasha stood between your legs, holding your cheek in her palm.

"Natasha, huh?" The older woman hummed, looking at you munching on your snack. Stray crumbles fell off the side of your mouth. She smiled softly at this. You met her gaze with a pout falling upon your face. Your whole demeanor shifted, you fell silent. She took this as a sign of you not wanting to talk in such a public place. She dropped it for right now.

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You were back in the red-head's room. She had gone away on a mission but before she did, she told you that you were welcome to stay in her room to work or whatever.

You sat on her bed, your computer on your lap. Softly, you hummed to the beat of Hamilton as you looked over the notes from the last meeting. You had a bad habit of overworking yourself. Unfortunately for you, this was a habit you had not grown out of. You soon realized after doozing off in Natasha's bed, with your laptop still on.

A door squeaked, the attempted closing of it quietly failed. As you arose out of bed and began to rub your eyes. What time was it? Why was Natasha home so soon? The Russian did not address you, you sat up and tried to locate her in the room. However, due to her deathly quiet flootsteps you failed to.

You heard water running in the spy's bathroom. You knocked on the door, sensing that something was up. Why wouldn't Natasha at the very least say hi? She always welcomed you with a kiss on the forehead. "natty, it's me. is everything okay?" you asked sleepily. a soft yawn escaped your lips.

"just go back to bed detka, i've got some work to do before i can join you." Natasha spoke, her voice sounded cold. No emotion in it. This scared you. But there was nothing you could do so you let her know that you were here if she wanted to talk.

Not wanting to go back to sleep, before seeing if the woman was okay, you went to the kitchen to make hot chocolate for the two of you, nearly burning yourself in the progress. When you returned, the Russian was still in the bathroom. You set her cup down on the nightstand and opened your computer. You continued to work on the document from before you fell asleep. A few hours pass, your eye lids feel heavily and you are fighting off sleep when the older woman finally opens the door.

Her eyes blood-shot red, as if she had bene crying. Immediately you rose to go comfort the Russian. Your arms open and ready to hold her. She accepts your embrace, your arms wrap around her, though you are shorter than the woman, you make up for it in your hugs.

You just stand there in silence. Natasha buried her head into the crook of your neck, holding you close. You had never seen her like this and it made you concerned. So vulnerable and hurt.

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blorbocedes · 2 days

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title challenger

2.8k, m/f, lewis/nico, seb + hetcedes implications, challengers AU

'Tell me it doesn't matter if I win tomorrow.'

'No.'

Nico Rosberg is a 5-time world champion with Mercedes. Lewis Hamilton, an exceptional, once in a generation karting talent whose career got cut off short after a knee injury, is his manager and wife.

#challengers spoilers #one thing about me I love a doomed by the narrative failmarrige and a pathetic blonde #f1 rpf #hetcedes #brocedes #my fic

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kimio7 · 11 months

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Fics that defined my love of f1 rpf

In celebration of literally nothing actually, i bring you a fic rec list of some of my favourites!!! very condensed (100+ -> 15 not even including tumblr fics) and im kinda sad i cant put all of my favs down lol but these are like my must reads!!

pleaseeee read these if u havent already its all amazing even if you dont vibe with the ships themselves

Strollonso:

silver platter by atwater | E | 9k

Literally the first fic I've ever read and basically got me into this fandom (and ship). Theyre both so unhinged and amazing it's a very fun read. Probably the best written lance ive every read.

Make Sound by antimonyandthyme | E | 1k

Makes me so fucking insane no notes this is just amazing oh my god

I make two grand an hour by Kaytheologie | E | 3k

Literally so hot and so amazing. lance is so bitchy in this one is great. amazing writing and amazing premise, literally inspired me to sketch out something right after (might finish it at some point)

Sewis:

provenance by ecorone | M | 18K

Literally the fic that introduced and made me fall in love with sewis. it wrecked me like i still havent recovered at all. the writing itself is just, i vibe to it so much

The Numbering at Bethlehem by Kaytheologie | E | 26k

might be one of my favourite fics, ever. what a masterpiece genuinely the environment is just so immersive and lush. ive reread it a dozen time and it never gets old

Brocedes:

you're my purple candy high by nothoughtsjustvibes | M | 5k

baby's first brocedes 🥹 started my love affair with emotional destruction. ruined me when i just first read it and ruined me every time after that. The writing is so profound and laid out their tragedy bare.

the torture of small talk with someone you used to love by finedae | T | 2k

baby's first nico fic!! it also destroyed me!! i think this is the one that made me join f1br bc i was just so obsessed with the writing i needed to know what the author was like lol.

3344:

special research vessels by ecorone | M | 15k

listen i thought this ship wouldve been more popular than it is LOL or at least not as hated. regardless, i love this fic so much. I love the environment, I love the dialogue, the characterization, everything. It's just such an amazing reading experience

matchstick people by ecorone | E | 60k

if you havent noticed by now, im obsessed with this author. the prose, the characterizations, how beautifully the magical realism of it all was realized. horror as a genre is so underutilized in fanfics as a whole but when its done, its done amazingly. love love love

Others:

crude generalisations and vulgar simplifications by crescenteluce | E | 14k | Alexander Albon/George Russell

This fic is THE galex fic for me. it so funny and the writing is so witty its just fun to read. love the way the environment is constructed and it everything just feels so real. amazing

it's more than I can bear: this interminable want, turning and turning. by Anonymous | E | 2k | Fernando Alonso/George Russell

The vibes are rancid, the ships are niche, the writing is good. what more do you need? i love reading this and i love thinking about this.

Amen by sirius | M | 9k | Fernando Alonso/Lewis Hamilton

THE ferwis fic is my mind and mad me unreasonably obsessed with this ship. its so well written- like i love the characterization so much it makes me insane.

on golden sands bysionisjaune | T | 6k | Lewis Hamilton/Nico Rosberg/Sebastian Vettel

Listen, this and the ships that go sailing are both just amazingly entertaining fics. its objectively such a good read and i enjoy spending my time reading it. its just so fun!

steal the air out of my lungs (make me feel it) by nahco3 | E | 26K | Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen

My favourite medical au fic!! ever!!! everything is just so well realized and the characterization is just spot on!! love everything about this fic and nothing i say can fully explain how amazing this fic is!!!

Shutter Speed byantimonyandthyme | E | 18k | Sebastian Vettel/Mark Webber

got me into photography lol. made me purchase my first actual camera. dont know what else to say its just that amazing

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floisahoe · 1 year

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P4 - Lewis Hamilton x Singer!Reader

Lewis Hamilton x Singer!Reader - Instagram AU

Y/n_y/l/n

Liked by lewishamilton, y/n_stan, and 1, 577,315 others

y/n_y/l/n Thank you so much Jimmy for having me! Un Fiore was incredible to perform for you all 🖤

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rosalia.vt what an amazing performance!!

y/n_fan Please please please announce a tour 🥺

lewis_updates liked by Lewis

Y/n_updates

Liked by y/n_y/l/n, f1.gfs_updates, and 147,965 others

y/n_moments Y/n providing us with this weeks C R U M B S

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y/n_fan me totally not searching the internet for everything relating to her and lewis 😬

y/n_updates liked by y/n!!!!

y/n_moments omg she liked

Lewishamilton

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LewisHamilton Thanks for having me!

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f1_drivers was such a great interview

y/n_stan Lewis providing these crumbs like crazy, does he want to kill me?

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Lewis.stan Lando!!!

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Y/n_stan not him about to drop a major bomb shell but stopping himself, respectful king

f1.gfs_updates this interview had me on the edge of my seat waiting for him to reveal all

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y/nandlew_4life ahh!!! It's happening!!! EVERYBODY STAY CALM!!!

f1.gfs_updates did he ask her on a date!?

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goldeneye // pierre gasly (secret agent au!)

summary: she’s high ranking mi-6, and he’s the french intelligence thorn in her side. but to take down international arms dealer christian horner, they may need to work together, or risk losing their target altogether

pairing: pierre gasly x female secret agent! reader

warnings: typical spy movie things (knives, physical violence, espionage, christian horner is the bad guy, fashionable weaponry and gadgets), pierre gets a bad rap for being french. allusions to sex, fake marriage trope , goes from 0 to 100 real fucking fast.

see reflections on the water // m ore than darkness in the depths // see him surface in every shadow // on the wind I feel his breath // goldeneye, I found his weakness // goldeneye, he'll do what I please // goldeneye, no time for sweetness // but a bitter kiss will bring him to his knees

part i: the chateau

the echo of her high heels against the floor was deafening as she strode across the chateau, attempting to ignore the chattering of voices around her.

parties had never been her thing, especially not ones frequented by europes top criminal masterminds.

“no eyes on horner and we’ve been here for an hour.” she muttered quietly, hoping that the earpiece could pick up her voice as she grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter “and my feet fucking hurt in these shoes. why couldn’t you have sent lewis in?”

“because horner knows my face. my op got blown last year.” lewis sighed. “you were still working in the lab, so very few people outside the agency know who you are.”

she wasn’t a field agent, she shouldn’t be there at all. she’d graduated top of her class from cambridge with a degree in mechanical engineering, and she basically kept mi-6 from falling apart. every time an agent credited a gadget with saving their life, there was a ninety percent chance the gadget was one of hers.

but alas, after project silver arrow had gone belly-up, and special agent lewis hamiltons identity was touted to the red bull conglomerate, lead by none other than international arms dealer christian horner, and agent george russell was shot in the shoulder on mission in budapest, she was the only agent left who’s identity was still a secret.

three weeks of training later and she was here in france, wearing stilettos that head heels that doubled as knives, in a billowing green dress that made her stick out like a sore thumb.

it was no secret that horner has a wandering eye, despite being married to one of the biggest pop stars of the mid nineties. after all else had failed, the agency wondered if a honey trap would be the best way to catch the man in the act.

frankly, the thought of getting into bed with him made her feel sick to her stomach.

"turn your head slowly, look at the man in the black suit, three oclock." lewis' voice crackled to life. "he's been watching you all night, and i'm not getting good vibes."

she turned her head, almost gagging on her champagne.

"i said turn your head slowly, kiddo. he's probably harmless, but just in case, i don't want him knowing you're on to him."

catching her eye, the man in the suit took off down a side hallway, abruptly brushing past three waiters in the process and knocking a platter of oysters to the floor.

"that was odd." lewis mused. "i know you'll want to follow him, so just keep a safe distance. do not engage the target."

"what if he's going straight to horner?" she worried, hurrying as much as she could on stiletto heels to follow the mystery man out of teh chateau.

"keep your cool and use the panic button if you have to."

she marched down the hallway, leaving her empty champagne bottle on a tray next to the revolving kitchen door as she balled up her dress skirt, pulling it away from her heels as she made her way down the hall.

she found the man outside, he was leaning against a stone balcony. from underneath the layers of fine italian craftsmanship he was wearing, it would take a fool to miss how broad and built the man was.

"stay away from horner." he spoke with a thick french accent, his voice carrying over the breeze as she walked towards him. "he's dangerous. you don't know what you're getting into."

she raised an eyebrow, settling in next to him against the balustrade, rock warm against her bare hands. "who is it that you think i am?"

"does it matter? a wannabe model, a movie star. the kind of bullshit that clings to fame and fortune, no matter what the cost, and you end up getting taken advantage of along the way. trust me, christian horner would eat you alive." he turned to look at her and she got a glimpse of his sad eyes, the stubble around his jawline. the poof of his brunette hair. "so leave while you still can, mon cher."

“bait him, y/n.” lewis encouraged. “find out what he knows, but do not give yourself away.”

she took a deep breath, sitting on the balustrade and crossing one leg over the other, fingers tapping against the heels of her shoes. “what if I know exactly what I’m getting into? christian horner is a very wealthy, very powerful man. i know about jeddah, and I know about lusail.”

lusail had been the base for project silver arrows. horner had been attempting to sell arms to rebel groups in qatar, and lewis had been attempting to pose as a foreign buyer, hoping to stop the sale. obviously the operation hadn’t gone according to plan.

there was a rustle from the man as he reached into his suit jacket, and she barely had time to think before she was staring down the barrel of a gun.

“who the fuck do you work for? are you one of his?”

“i should be asking who the hell you are.” she growled, yanking the blade right out of her shoe, pointing the sharp-tipped tool at the frenchman

“you first.”

“not a chance in hell. we draw credentials at the same time or not at all.”

the frenchman caught the bait, reaching into his jacket pocket as she reached down the bodice of her dress for her own identification.

“oh fuck me to the moon and back.” she cussed, seeing what was printed on his id card.

pierre gasly, french intelligence

part two: the compromise

they sat in a debriefing room in french intelligence headquarters. everything about the room screamed old money, right down the the heavy wooden roundtable they sat around. y/n was wedged between Lewis and george, staring daggers at pierre as their handler paved the room.

“if this bitch hadn’t followed me out of the chateau, horner would be awaiting trial at The Hague!”

her jaw dropped. “if I hadn’t followed you? if I hadn’t thought you were suspicious, I wouldn’t have had to! we had a plan.”

it wasn’t a plan she had liked, but it was a plan.

“if your agency hadn’t bungled the lusail operation, we e wouldn’t even be here right now!”

“you fucking take that back you baguette fucker!” she shouted, getting to her feet. “we did everything right in lusail!”

that was when it was decided that enough was enough. lewis grabbed for her arm, a silent plea to stop making a scene. george snickered, laughter hidden behind his fist and disguised as a cough as y/n and pierre glared daggers at each other over the table.

pierres eyes cut deep. she felt like he could see into her entire soul, while his own eyes put up such a wall between his face and his own soul. she felt like he could see everything about her, and yet she couldn’t see him at all.

damn those ocean eyes. damn the jolt of something that passed through her body when she fell under his gaze.

“enough!” her handler shouted, finally done pacing the room. peter bonnington glared at the duo, a flash of pure fury crossing his face. “this situation is fucked for all of us. two foreign agencies are t supposed to be working the same target at the same time, so clearly some wires got crossed.”

“no shit.” george laughed. “god, I’ve never been so happy to be on medical leave.”

“shut the fuck up, russell.” she crossed her arms over her chest, flopping down into her rickety wheeled chair.

across the table, pierres handler crossed his own arms over his chest. laurent rossi was a stoic man, tall and refined, but with a penchant for beating around the bush. the faces within mi-6 thought he was a bit of a pompous git.

“we have a solution.” laurent proposed. “our best chance at catching horner and getting him off the streets is to work together.”

pierre gawked. pierre gasly was nobody’s partner. a line wolf, and he had been ever since his partner was killed back on the last op they worked together, bringing down one of horners associates in austria.

and that’s why getting horner was so important.

for charles.

“not on your life.” he snarled at laurent. “I work alone.”

“if you expect me to work well with him, you must be on lsd.”

despite himself, pierre liked her take-no-shit, speak your mind attitude shown by the young british agent. why, he wondered to himself, had she spent so long as a desk agent when she could match wits with the best of the field agents.

“the decision has been made.” bono boomed. “and an arrangement has been made for you both to stay at horners chateau this upcoming weekend.”

“what’s the catch?” pierre questioned. “this sounds too easy.”

laurent chuckled. “ah, this is the part that you both will hate me for.”

“you’ll go in as interested buyers. a married couple, to be specific.”

part three: the ruse

the vintage cadillac trundled down the long country drive to christian horners french estate. the pair were already dressed to match their cover stories: he was in a tasteful linen shirt and khakis, and she was in a silk floral sundress.

she opened a small velvet box in her lap, extracting the diamond earring that acted as an earpiece, connecting her back to lewis and george.

pierre watched through the corner of her eye as she connected the earpiece, radioing in to home base to let them know she was all ears.

“that’s a good idea, hiding the earpiece in the earring. it’s less detectable.” the frenchman hummed

“i know, i designed it. it was originally supposed to be for lewis, since he has so many piercings and it would have blended right in.”

she tapped on the fake diamond to activate the earpiece, sending Pierre a look to remind him that all their conversations would now be recorded onto an mi-6 server.

“you nervous?”

“no.” she lied, fiddling with the brim of her straw hat, a small camera tucked under the band.

but she was nervous. more nervous than she had ever been in her life.

she was about to get up close and personal with the most dangerous man in europe and she was going to lie about who she was. one misphrased question could be the difference between life and death.

“I’m sure you’re going to be fine, and if you get nervous, just let me take the lead. this is how we profiled horner, hes going to use me as the point of contact.” pierre reminded her “which means that you get to do all of the fun sneaking around espionage kinda things.”

the frenchman let his hand drip down towards her leg, thumb gently running along her skin. she reddened under his touch, unable to deny the butterflies in her stomach at the gentle and reassuring way that he touched her.

when they got out of the car, beginning to follow the path up to the chateau while horners handmaidens grabbed their luggage from the car, Pierre’s hand on her back was a comfortable guide, and she couldn’t deny the heat on her skin underneath his touch, hidden by the shadow cast by the wide brim of her hat.

maybe pretending to be pierre gaslys wife wouldn’t be so bad after all.

they walked up the crest of a hill to a large stone patio surrounded by plants, no doubt planted by horners wife. there was nobody around except for a man in a crisp navy button down shirt, hands in the pockets of his slacks as he stared off into the distance, his back towards the agents.

“ah, you must be the wolffs! i saw the two of you coming up to driveway. apologies for how long it is, i like a little bit of privacy.” the figure chuckled, spinning around to face them.

there he was. christian horner, in the flesh.

“let’s get this meeting started then, shall we?”

part four: for queen and country

she stood in the ensuite bathroom, smoothing out the front of her dress as she exhaled, staring at herself in the mirror. she felt pretty, seductive, even, but she didn’t think she could play this part. be this person that the agencies depended on her being.

and maybe there was also a part of her that was worried about looking good for pierre.

maybe this wasn’t a bad thing after all. wasn’t this what espionage was; faking it until you made it? maybe she could enjoy pretending to be someone else for a while. someone who did impulsive things like make out with her coworkers or have sex with men who were very clearly attracted to her.

although, dense as she was, she had missed the signs. lewis and george hadn’t, going on and on over the comms system about how pierre was practically undressing her with his eyes before bono came on call and told them to stop acting like teenagers and observe their surroundings like the agents they were supposed to be.

there was a knock on the bathroom door, and she cleared her throat, shout raspy as she told pierre she’d be out in a second.

she tiptoed out of the bathroom, the chateaus stone floor cold on her feet as she allowed the short dress to dust her thighs, hair just brushing her shoulders.

“you clean up nice, desk agent.” pierre hummed, his eyes tracing over the exposed parts of her body.

“so do you, baguette boy.” her breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of the man in front of her, dressed pristinely in his three piece suit, hair fluffed to perfection. the navy suit was stark against the white dress shirt, the first few buttons undone to show off his golden cross necklace.

she cleared her throat, looking away as blush coated her cheeks.

pierre took her manicured hand in his, whispering something in french that made her pussy throb as she but her lip to stop from moaning. he kissed her knuckles gently before turning to face her.

“you know we’re supposed to be newlyweds who can’t keep their hands off each other, right.”

“then don’t. do what you’d do if we were newlyweds.”

pierre inhaled softly, his hands possesivley going to her waist. “oh, mon cher, if we start I won’t be able to stop.”

“good. it sells the cover better.” she hummed, hand shaking as she reached up to caress his face. “fuck me, baguette boy.”

pierre chuckled, leaning down to ghost his lips over hers, laughing even more when she whined at the lack of contact.

“oh, you’ll be calling me something totally different once I get my way with you.”

for queen and country. that was her oath. but kissing pierre gasly, pressed up against a wall with his hand between her legs and his tongue down her throat, she was ready to give up queen and country.

he was like oxygen, and she was coming up from a deep sea dive, tearing his shirt open almost animalistically.

“wait, wait.” she gasped, eyes flying open at the sound of shocked breathing and laughter. “my earpiece is still in.” she tapped on the receiver, a hickey forming in her sweaty skin as he tried to regain her breathing.

“fuck you both!” she shouted, knowing full well that lewis and george could hear her. “I’m taking the receiver out now, thank you very much. and delete the end of that recording.”

“nah, mate.” george laughed. “the bit where you called him baguette boy and then asked him to fuck you was comedic gold!”

“george! I’ll tell bono about the recording of you and those two models in monte carlo two summers ago.”

“right on, I’m deleting the last ten minutes, sound good?”

as she pulled out the earpiece and sealed it in the nightstand drawer, pierre chuckled, pulling his suit jacket and the remains of his shirt off.

“blackmail? I didn’t think you’d stoop that low just to get your rocks off.”

“shut up.” she laughed, pulling him in by the belt loops. “I did him a solid and deleted that recording as soon as I saw it. george is just so much fun to fuck with.”

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t speak about other men when I’m about to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk in an hour.” his voice was husky as he spun her around, pressing his cock against her ass.

“then give me a reason to forget georges name.”

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@magnummagnussen @thatsdemko @diorleclerc @sidcrosbyspuck @silversainz @scuderiamh @silverstonesainz @lorarri @clemswrld @httpiastri

#pierre gasly #pierre gasly x reader #formula one x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #tina: the series by lovelytsunoda #f1 x y/n #Spotify

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The Garden: A Story of a Stable Boy And a Princess- Prologue

Pairing: Lando Norris x Princess! Reader

Summary: Royalty AU. In which a small town stable boy with big dreams falls for the princess of F1 Kingdom. Will the stars align for such an unlikely pair?

Things to know: This is a fantasy/royalty AU so it’s placed in the olden times! The setting of our story is F1 Kingdom; and in replace of F1 racing we have horse racing instead. So it’s the same concept as F1 but on horses rather than cars. Each team (Mclaren, Ferarri, Alpine, Redbull, etc.) represents a different village in the kingdom. And that’s the gist of what you need to know! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter Summary: And so, our story begins in an old, rusted tavern.

Warnings: Cussing, mentions of alcohol, drinking.

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“Pour me another one mate!!” Cheers among the tavern were loud, guests fumbling over their feet and struggling to stay still all at once. The smell of meat and rum was enough to send the average villager into a state of intoxicated shock- but for our regulars, it was simply another Tuesday night. Laughter and shouts just from this bar were sure to be heard all the way to the castle.

Beer after beer after beer. As if it was a routine.

One group in particular, who resided in the darkest corner of the tavern (one that they had nobly claimed as “their corner” in the previous weeks) is where we start our story. A large group of the best horse racers the kingdom had ever seen- known as the prestigious Formula 1 racers.

“Come on Sir Vettel, tell us one of your tales! It would be a grand welcome to our newest guy.” Sir Lewis Hamilton said, flashing a big grin. He was the current world champion for Mercedes Village, unstoppable when he was on a stallion. And when he got alcohol in his system.

The group chimed in, agreeing with Lewis’ statement. Max Verstappen, the newest addition to F1, curiously looked between all of them. He had moved from Redbull kingdom to race for his hometown- such a young racer excited fans and clearly the team as well. Though in moments such as this, he felt particularly clueless. “Tales? As in a story?” He asked, eyeing Sir Vettel with piqued attention. Sebastian couldn’t help but chuckle.

“No, no, I could never bore you all with such things,” He protested. Sebastian Vettel was the eldest of the racers- therefore the wisest. Having served his due diligence to the sport, everyone looked up to him in that way. He was sure to go down as the best in all the kingdom. Who wouldn’t admire such a feat?

Lewis stood up and smacked his glass the table with a bang. “Nonsense!” He laughed, the rum clearly taking over. “Your stories are second to your racing. I’ll be damned if we leave tonight without satisfaction.”

“Yeah!”

“Here, here!!”

“I can raise a glass to that one!”

The crowd all cheered, fist pumping and jugs in the air. Max had never been in such an environment- he was interested as to why everyone was so adamant about these stories. Nevertheless, he couldn’t deny how much he agreed with them.

Sebastian eyed Max and smirked. “Shall I?” He asked. The man would be lying if he denied how much he loved storytelling. He shrugged. “The people do say I have a rather poetic tongue.”

Max couldn’t help but chuckle at this. “Please, go ahead,” He nodded eagerly. He was only one drink in, but it seemed they would need many more for the night to come. “I must see this.”

Pierre Gasly (a proud Alpine racer) excitedly pat Max on the back at that. “That’s more like it!” He shouted, causing an uproar of rowdiness again.

Sebastian laughed and held his hands up. “As you wish! As you all wish!!” He chuckled, bringing a proud finger to his lips. ��Hush now as I begin a tale of love-“

“Love?” Max couldn’t help but interrupt. The racers all eyes him angrily at that, but Max didn’t care. “M-My apologies but you gathered us for a romance story?” Maybe he just was just tipsy, but the last thing on his mind was a sap story.

Sebastian shook his head, seemingly unbothered by the interruption. In fact, it made things all the more exciting for him. “Oh but it is so much more than a romantic story, young Verstappen. It is a story of adventure, heartbreak, horrors, dreams… and how love prevails through all.” He said proudly, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. “But, if you do not want to hear then it can wait-“

“No! Continue, continue,” Max urged, his interests getting the better of him. Sebastian smirked once again. “We have all night, do we not?”

The group clinked glasses and a few more “here, here” could be heard amongst them. “Very well,” Vettel chuckled. His eyes met Lewis’ who gave him a knowing grin.

“Our story begins in a royal garden. With a young princess and a stable boy…”

A/N: Ahh sorry this is short but I’m so excited about this one!!

#f1 #formula 1 #charles leclerc #formula one #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris blurb #lando norris imagine #lando norris fantasy au #f1 fantasy au #f1 fantasy imagine #the garden #sebastian vettel #lewis hamilton #max verstappen #pierre gasly #princess x stable boy

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FIC REC WEEK 9 – AUs

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: betheflame

Flame is the queen of fluff in my book. Her fics are like little pieces of candy, and no matter which one you choose, they're all delicious. I love the way she explores different AUs and makes them her own, especially the No Powers variety. So if you're looking for some treats, you're in the right place.

Here's some of her work that I think you should check out:

Have You Met My... Husband?

Pairing: Steve/Tony, Bucky/Natasha Rating: M Words: 7,317 Tags: School Reunion, Fake Relationship, Mutual Pining

Summary: Steve's high school reunion is coming up and for reasons that make no sense except in fic, Tony goes with him and poses as his husband. ... and things progress from there ...

Reasons why I love it: Natasha and Pepper really steal the show in this one, what with their meddling ways. Honestly, Steve and Tony need all the outside help they can get, my god, idiots in love is exactly right. I really love the humor in this one, and Bucky and Natasha's banter especially. This fic is adorable, and I hope you give it a shot!

Crouching Genius, Hidden Soulmate

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,276 Tags: Bucky Barnes is a Good Bro, Soulmates, No Powers

Summary: “We’re going to chat about that imaginary numbers bullshit, Stark,” Bucky said with a laugh, “but right now, come with me.” “Where?” “Downstairs,” Bucky said, offering his hand. “I’m about to change your life.” Tony barked out a laugh. “Okay Angelica.”

Reasons why I love it: You had me at Angelica. This fic is so sweet! I love all the little tidbits like Rhodey and Pepper's daughter and Steve's career that really flesh out the world. And of course, I'm a huge fan of Hamilton playing a major role in this fic. I love this one so much, so I hope you give it a shot (and don't throw it away, badum tz).

Paper Crowns and Secret Keepers

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 5,564 Tags: No Powers, A/B/O, Teacher Steve

Summary: Steve Rogers did not play favorites. He’d been one of the kindergarten teachers at Allensville Academy since he got out of graduate school and that was one of his key pedagogical beliefs - no playing favorites. But lands alive, if Peter Stark wasn’t testing his resolve.

Reasons why I love it: Aaaaaah not Flame subverting expectations in the best possible way, I am LIVING! Tony the not-alpha just breaks your heart once you learn about the circumstances that made his secrets necessary, and I love the political undertones throughout the fic in general. Also, Mairi (Askafroa) made some truly fantastic art for this that you desperately need to see if you haven't already, it's the cutest! This fic is amazing, and I hope you check it out for yourself!

A Totally Normal Dad

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 3,103 Tags: Identity Porn, Parenting, Canon Divergence

Summary: Steve is a totally normal, boring, suburban, stay-at-home-dad. He's also a superhero. His husband only knows the first sentence.

Reasons why I love it: The Incredibles, but make it Stony. I really love how this ties into canon, and oh my god, that paragraph about Steve wanting to grow old with Tony made me genuinely emotional. Also, Steve and Tony are so sweet with Peter, it makes me want to cry. This fic is amazing, and I highly encourage you to read it!

Wax On, Wax Off

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,354 Tags: No Powers, College AU, Merman Steve

Summary: Sure, a man could fall in love with a merman - but where would they make out?

Reasons why I love it: They're so fucking cute, ugh, I love them. Tony doing his level best to make life more comfortable for Steve is so sweet, and oh my god, the ending puts the biggest smile on my face. I also love the way Steve's merman-ism works and the cameos of the other Avengers in texting-form. This fic is delightful, and I hope you give it a go!

#marvel #stony #fanfic #fic rec #fanfic rec #ficrec #a year in fanfic recs #AUs

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Living the Dream | Lewis Hamilton x reader

Summary: Lewis and you hard launch your relationship and people discover your past as a fic writer. Face claim: Rosalía A/N: First social media au. Hope you enjoy!

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user1 He brought her on the family holiday 🥺🥺

user2 Sooo does Lewis know what's going on??

user3 Anybody else here bc of Y/N's secret getting out? Wonder what Lewis thinks about it all

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black sails rarepair week 2024: the week in review

a brief overview of the fics and art posted for rarepair week! there's a delightful array of work here--modern AUs and canonverse, comfort reads and belligerent sexual tension, repression and introspection, gen and queerplatonic and romantic and unrequited affections.

the event is now closed, but the fics & art posted as part of it can be read and appreciated at any time! comments, kudos, reblogs, etc. are highly encouraged!

huge thanks & all my gratitude to everyone who participated--it has been my honor to serve as your host <3

now: the rarepairs!

an introduction by Benja

rated T. Flint & Gates.

fascinating portrayal of Flint's early days as Flint in Nassau, from Gates's POV, with super sharp dialogue

The creation of Captain Flint, from Gates' perspective.

this is what you do at parties (right?) by sunset_waltz (@thenobleprincess)

rated T. Abigail Ashe/Idelle.

new college student Abigail meets-extremely-cute with local bartender Idelle. (nb: sunset_waltz's fics listed here are all set in the same modern & very queer/trans AU!)

Abigail is new in town, and Idelle is too pretty.

let me get this straight by ElectricKettle

rated M. Flint/Gates.

i'm nominating this fic for most apt use of the ao3 tag "Belligerent Sexual Tension" SERIOUSLY oooooough

Hal Gates is a man of moderation. He is not prone to impulse or hotheadedness. So why is it that this all goes out the window when it comes to a man named Flint?

i think it's magic (and i hope you'll agree) by sunset_waltz (@thenobleprincess)

rated T. Miranda Barlow/Madi.

meet!! cute!!! SO much chemistry

Miranda is Abigail's mom. Madi is her teacher.

a love lost or false by @van1lla-v1lla1n

rated T. Billy Bones/Charles Vane.

Jack Rackham reminiscing on the golden days and spinning tall tales about the love life of his buddy Charles Vane (rip).

I met Jack Rackham at a tavern once, long after the golden age of our kind, and he spun me a tale of a love lost or false, I knew not which, and I know not still to this day.

unspoken words (are preferred) by sunset_waltz (@thenobleprincess)

rated M. Bonny/Rackham/Vane but super multiship!

another installment in the author's rarepair-centric modern au, with so many fascinating poly character dynamics

Charles fucks up, and apologizing is hard.

post-XXVII by @kairennart

Flint/Vane art!!!!!! SUCH beautiful colors, amazing lovely expressions, have i mentioned that i'm in love with Flint's freckles BECAUSE. just go look at it <333

by the way (i forgive you) by sunset_waltz (@thenobleprincess)

rated M. Flint/Madi, Flint/Madi/Silver.

(modern au) Silver disappears, and Flint and Madi find each other as they grieve in his absence. & as if that weren't an amazing enough premise: BONUS OT3 AT THE END

After John Silver vanishes, Madi and Flint are left to their own devices--until he comes back.

under the stars and the sky by Veridissima (@thestagthatlovedthewolf)

rated T. Miranda Barlow & John Silver.

a very quiet and comforting middle-of-the-night Miranda-Silver interaction, with background Miranda/Flint/Hamilton/Madi/Silver. super compelling miranda-silver queerplatonic relationship

Miranda hears Silver walking past her bedroom door, and she can't help but follow him outside.

the unnoticed bulge by BilliesBud

rated M. Billy Bones/Charles Vane.

my wife's first fanfiction :''''''') a very tongue-in-cheek portrayal of a deeply repressed Charles Vane confused about why he's thirsting after Billy Bones

Billy living rent-free in Charles' head.

five times Howell was too blind to see what is right in front of him + the one time he wasn't by tahiri_veila (@twopointsinspace)

rated E. De Groot/Dr. Howell + unrequited Howell/Flint.

absolutely masterful portrayal of Howell's unrequited affection for Flint shifting to a requited friends-to-lovers situation with De Groot. (with bonus background silverflint)

"Welcome aboard." De Groot lowers his voice to a near-whisper. "Don't mind the captain's disgruntled mood. He may be a capricious bastard, but he's damn good at his job. The best, I'd say. You get used to his ways."

pourparler by @van1lla-v1lla1n

rated T. Max/Marion Guthrie.

i'll be honest this was mainly me thirsting after Harriet Walter. but don't you want to know what all those meetings between Max and Marion Guthrie were like! this is that.

Max meets with Marion Guthrie for initial negotiations.

joy, and music, and peace by Benja

unrated. Eme/Madi.

ough be still my heart this one is SO sleepy-sweet--literally sleepy like Madi and Eme have a cozy little rest together, a lovely moment of safety and security.

A moment of rest.

#bsrpw24 #black sails #black sails fanfic #long post

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no1sharkenthusaist · 1 year

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! hsr headcannons for several characters ! [modern au]

♪ In-ter-net-o ya-me-ro ♪!

Y u m i - c h a n i s n o w o n l i n e !

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Characters : Dan Heng, Serval, Blade, Gepard, March

Plot : no real plot, just headcannons about honkai Characters in a modern au setting

Tags : modern au, headcannons, fluff, slight crack, wrote this at 11pm while heading home from a road trip

authors note : omg got a steam deck for my birthday (may 30th) and I. AM. IN. LOVE !!! I could talk abt it for hours and hours but i have my discord for that ehe. Anyways, ive been having fun rediscovering my old childhood games and thats when i had an epiphany. Hsr or genshin boys in a ddlc type scenario!!! Feeling so swag abt the idea. Also i got out of school so more uploads yaya. Thank u all for the support on my intro page yippee. I promise not to let you all down

╭( ･ㅂ･)و ̑̑ enjoy !

DANHENG

Now playing : Scrawny - The Wallows

He definitely dresses like with collared shirts and kinda has that accidental soft boy look

English major frfr

definitely listens to lovejoy/wilbursoot and bo burnham

Water drinker enthusiast (even tho he forgets to drink half the time-)

burnt out gifted kid

messed up sleeping schedules

Hes that quiet guy everyone has a crush on to some extent

He looks cold and serious during lectures, but hes actually just daydreaming and has his head in the clouds

Probably stays with the same group of kids he met in middle school because he cant socialize

I think said kids would be march, stelle/caleus, himeko And on ocasion blade, kafka, and silverwolf

Welt would be a chill english teacher that would let Dan Heng sit in his classroom during lunch

he likes going to concerts a lot

Learned to play guitar in middle school but doesnt like playing in front of people

Consider yourself lucky if he plays in front of you

Extremely oblivious to romance

Girls will try to flirt with him but he will just have a blank and confused look

Spends his free time in book stores shopping for records

Ps5 gamer frfr

Theater kid (had a hamilton phase)

SERVAL

Now playing : Shut Me Up - Mindless Self Indulgence

Shut me up by mindless self indulgence on loop

Like its probably to an unhealthy level

Always has headphones in(that gepard gave her for her birthday)(And so loud to the point you can hear the music standing next to her)

(went deaf at the ripe age of 13, after that it was all "huh?" /j)

Shirts from old bands, baggy jeans, fishnets, etc

Had an alt phase

Bad habit of smashing guitars

Dropped out of college after first semester

Had a band in highschool with Blade and Dan Heng that received noise complaints on a regular Basis

Really extroverted and easy to get along with

Loves going to concerts (especially the ones that get crazy like halfway through )

Probably gets in fights during black friday

Addicted to coffee (gepards needs to step in and help her drink something else)

Likes bitter stuff more than sweet stuff

Cares very deeply for her friends

The type of gal to go on road trips with friends and go Camping

Goes to protests every other tuesday

Probably banned from several places

very passionate about things she loves

Loves scary movies and Rollercoasters

The six flags employees have memorized her name

(shes just so cool i wanna be like her fr)

BLADE

Now playing : Consequences - Lovejoy

Theater kid (would never admit it tho)

Kafka teases him about it so much

met kafka and silverwolf in detention

The teachers hate the three of them

Alt kid and never got out of his emo phase

Besties with serval, change my mind

Kafka probably pushed him to join boxing to get his anger out in a less…destructive way

Loves the sleepovers he has with kafka and silverwolf

Broke silverwolf's tv while playing wii sports

Goes to college, no clue what he wants to do so hes just doing liberal studies

Adopted a small stray cat he saw on the ground during a storm

he tries to be tough and mean, but hes a big Softy

Loves the Beetlejuice musical(and mean girls but we dont talk about that)

has probably been on probation on multiple occasions

Probably vandalized the car of someone he didnt like

Kafka has to sweet talk everyone out of getting blade in serious trouble

Hes really good at basketball, he just doesnt like it so he never pushed it further

Doesnt really like or understands sports

probably listens to videogame osts 24/7

GEPARD

Now Playing : Pretty Face - PUBLIC

Getting serval out of trouble isnt a choice, its a lifestyle

Which is ironic, as he is a criminal justice major

But he still will always be her biggest supporter

Dresses (like a costco dad) soft boy by pure accident

Completely oblivious to anything and everything

Enjoys gardening and has a lemon Tree

Cave Town enthusiast

Lemonade Enthusiast

Sends people those "reminder to drink water and be happy" messages

Straight 4.0 GPA student. The teachers loved Him

Was really shy so he didnt have many friends growing up (Serval had to help him out)

Hates rollercoasters, serval drags him around six flags and he screams his head off

Poor guy :<

Still loves it since he loves hanging out with his sister

Student council secretary

No clue how the internet and technology works

Strong sense of justice

That has gotten him involved in several issues

Which ironically, serval got him out of

Wholesome cinnamon roll, pls protecc

MARCH 7TH

Now playing : Cupid - FIFTY FIFTY

That one girl in class that no one could hate

Class representative and student council public relations officer

Photography major (duh)

Social butterfly and very easy to talk to

Want to go out to go eat something sweet while having fun? March has you covered !

March Makes friendship braclets and sells them so she can go shopping

has a secret stash of candy hidden in her dorm

March has a babysitting gig and comes to peoples houses with candy

Shes a little kid magnet, they all love her so much

had a club penguin phase with Dan Heng and they both shudder just thinking about it

learned all her profanity from watching Dan Heng play Call Of Duty

sucks at english, fries her brain like a hashbrown

k-pop girlie

dresses really cute with cardigans and pastel pinks

(watched aphmau, Her favorite one was a mermaid tales and mystreet) [submitted by someone on my discord who wants to stay anon]

plays overwatch and says things like "Hey, thats not nice!"

lowkey kind of a teachers pet-

Loves webtoons and collects the physical releases

! Thats a wrap !

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! Likes, reblogs, comments are greatly appreciated !

and thank you for reading ^^

♪ Overdose 君とふたりやるせない日々♪

! y u m i - c h a n i s n o w o f f l i n e !

t h a n k y o u f o r c o m i n g ~

#hsr headcanons #march 7th #dan heng #serval #star rail #hsr blade #blade hc #march 7th hc #hsr x reader #Yumi's shark blog that isnt quite about sharks #hsr x you #hsr x y/n #hsr x gender neutral reader #hsr drabbles

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rememberdamage · 5 months

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so real by redscarez

28.3k words, rated M, completed ⭐️ android AU, spaceship AU, strangers to lovers maxiel

“In fact, everyone was looking at him, surrounded by weird white machinery and smoldering shards of material. He still had one of Max’s wrists in his hand. He wouldn’t let go. Couldn’t. He could feel the warmth on his skin, still. Motherfucker.

‘Do whatever you want,’ Daniel gritted out. ‘We’re going home.’”

figured i should promote my nanowrimo project on here!

beta-ed by the amazing @1traitfantasy and featuring

lots of sci-fi plot

android!max verstappen

protective!daniel ricciardo

aaaand…

literal sleeping together

body horror & hurt/comfort

BAMF lewis hamilton

happy reading! ⭐️

#fanfic #f1 #formula 1 #maxiel #fanfiction recommendation #nanowrimo #formula one fanfiction

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sebrrari · 2 months

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strong as i feel: a mini-scene set in the summer of like au, a year before there is a ghost at the end of this song. alex albon/lewis hamilton

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the heat’s seeping through the windows of the van like tar, melting and dragging them down as seb drives them out of california. lewis has someone’s sweatshirt bunched up into a makeshift pillow for him to wedge between his head and the window, and alex is watching him watch the scenery whizz by with his eyes squinted against the relentless midday sun.

the light's bringing out the brown of lewis's braids and making the sweat on his face glow like he’s in a painting. alex is stealing sweet, guilty glances from where he’s sitting at other end of the bench seat, legs crossed and headphones in. his foot’s wiggling in time to a playlist charles put together: brit pop that's repetitious but catchy enough for him to hum along to the choruses. it usually gets him to zone out for 100 miles or so, but something electric and nervous deep in his guts won't go away. it's making him crazy, honestly.

he’s about to bang out a drum solo on his legs when lewis grabs his ankle and tugs. alex yelps, rips one ear bud out and wriggles his leg around in lewis’s firm grip. he shouldn’t savor such a casual touch, especially with someone as handsy as lewis. telling himself that has never once stopped him from doing so.

“tell me what’s wrong or stop fidgeting,” lewis scolds. he’s not really annoyed, alex knows. on tour, bickering is just something to do while you’re getting to where you’re going.

he’s turned toward alex now, stretched out to reach him, quiet ripples of muscle running underneath his tattoos all on display in the absence of the costumes and jackets it’s too hot to bother with right now.

his most threadbare shirt is falling off him - grey, sleeveless with big cut-open armholes that let his chest peek out. from just the right angle alex can imagine he's carved from marble that's pretending to be a lead singer, hard and made to tempt belief to bend for it.

there’s a bead of sweat trickling down the side of lewis's pec, syrupy slow on its way down, down-

alex bites the inside of his cheek, then points his foot to nudge lewis in the shin.

“nothing’s wrong,” he says, and he's pretty sure he sounds like he means it. “‘m just-“ he fishes for what could be besides worn through with want and heatstroke. “antsy.”

lewis’s expression softens up. he fans his fingers out on alex’s ankle, his thumb coming up to stroke the dip above the heel, back and forth in a sure line. he couldn’t know, but he’s not helping a single cell in alex’s body relax.

“charles’s fucking brit pop playlist isn’t boring enough for you to fall asleep?” lewis smirks.

“i heard that,” charles says from behind them in the third row.

lewis blows him an exaggerated kiss, then reaches for the ipod in alex’s jeans pocket. he fishes it out and pokes around, fingers circling the wheel and searching through the artists while alex he ponders the boundaries of friendly intimacy and if everyone’s been reaching into their friends’ pockets since pockets were invented and he just missed the memo.

“there,” lewis decides, and a soft guitar fades in. he plucks the other earbud out of alex’s palm to pop it in his own ear, but the line of the cord pulls taut between them, not quite long enough to reach. lewis grunts but doesn't drop it - instead he wriggles himself closer to alex until there’s a scant bubble of air between their skin.

the chorus starts. alex reminds himself to breathe - but not like, overly measured. this is normal. it always has been.

their arms push together and snag on prickly sweat as the van goes around a curve in the highway, hot, tacky surface tension sticking them together. neither of them move to put the space back in.

“better?” lewis asks him.

highway warm, i could bring you the light, billie corgan sings.

“bit on the nose,” alex jokes, and lewis grins.

“shut up and relax, man,” lewis laughs.

alex tries. he really tries. he thinks cold thoughts: ice on his neck, a cold shower, taking the dog out for a piss during a winter storm in just his sweatpants. lewis learns on him and tips his head back. alex barely notices his own eyes closing.

“what do you want, alex?” lewis asks, his thumb pulling on alex’s lower lip.. it’s so, so easy to say it. how could he have ever thought this was hard? “you,” he answers, and scrapes his teeth on the pad of lewis’s thumb. “it’s you that i adore.” lewis moans and the sound bounces all around them forever like choir voices off cathedral walls. they intertwine like twisted cords, a mess to never untangle. everything is blinding, white hot and burning, but he can only focus on lewis.

alex wakes up with his head on lewis’s shoulder and pins and needles in his legs. jesus christ, he might’ve drooled a bit.

lewis sleeps on, oblivious. the road stretches endless beyond the windshield. heat waves shimmer like the edges of his dream, taunting him to reach out and grab.

he tucks his hands underneath his thighs and tries to get comfortable, but the current in his veins has nowhere to go. the album loops back to its first track in his ear.

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(title and lyrics/references shamelessly taken from the album adore by the smashing pumpkins)

#ummmmmm #summer of like au #ghost at the end #my fic #ill write again they said ill be so normal they said

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