#Lewis knows how to raise a good dog

[faithshouseofchaos]

Queen of hearts series part 3.1

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Toto sighed as he unlocked the front door, he wanted to climb into bed with you and stay there until he had to get up. Closing the door Toto walked through the foyer into the living room stopping in his tracks. In Toto’s living room was a sea of F1 drivers.

“What the fuck” Toto says under his breath.

Walking further into the living he sees both of the Ferrari boys who called dibs on the couches. Fernando was sleeping in his recliner. Oscar was sleeping in your comfortable reading chair with his feet propped up on the coffee table. Toto saw Lando in the corner of the living curled up in a ball sleeping on the dog that you bought for Axle that he never used. Pierre and Yuki were sharing an air mattress, Lance had his own sleeping bag. Max and Daniel were both passed out one on the landing of the stairs and the other was sprawled out in the kitchen counter. Toto assumed that Lewis,and George were in the spare guest rooms.

Alex and Logan were sitting up sleeping against the couches that occupied the Ferrari drivers.And in the corner of the room under a pile of blankets was Mick

This is the last time he lets Ruby be in the house on her own. Sitting on a bar stool “How did she lure them all here? I swear they don’t all even like each other but they’re all crammed in here like they can stand being in the same room as each other” Toto says under his breath, leaning forward on his elbows and closing his eyes.

48 hours earlier

“Ruby, are you sure that you would be fine here on your own?” Toto asked as he finished packing his stuff.

“Toto I’ll be fine it’s only a few hours and besides I have Axle and if I get lonely I’ll call Mick and have him keep me company he doesn’t live far away,” you told him smiling.

“You're up to something,” Toto said skeptically, crossing his arms.

“I have no idea what you're on about,” you said, raising your hands in defense.

“Uh hmmm,” Toto said

“I solemnly swear that I’m up to something,” you say. “Scouts honor” you add.

“Ok Ruby,” Toto said, walking over to you.

Toto puts his hands on your hips pulling you into him. “I don’t know what you're planning but be careful,” he said softly.

“I promised” you said sweetly

“You called them didn’t you?” Toto says

“Yeah I did” you admitted

Toto hung his head low, shaking it “just keep the kids out of my closet. Last time they were here lando Mick Logan Liam Oscar and Arthur all decided to dress as me for Halloween”

“I make no promises and if it makes you feel any better Oscar didn’t want to do it”

“Ruby”

“Fine I’ll keep the kids out of the bedroom”

“Good,” Toto says, giving you a kiss.

“I’ll see you when you get back?”

“Of course Schatz,” Toto says, grabbing his things and leaving.

30 minutes later

With Toto gone Ruby smiles to herself, she could never be mad at his caring side, and he loved those boys all like they were family.

Her smile turned into an even bigger grin when she remembered how much fun she was about to have with them and how much she missed her boys.

Ruby goes into her home office and types up a quick group chat message

“The Wolff has left the den”

Within a few more minutes, all the drivers are in the house and are all gathered around their beloved team principal.

As Ruby wraps her arms around each driver and gives them a hug, she sees that they all have the same mischievous grin on their faces.

“Who’s ready to party?” You said with a smile.

#formula one x reader #f1 x reader #formula one imagine #f1 #formula one x you #f1 x y/n #formula one x y/n #formula one x oc #formula one au #toto wolff x reader #toto wolff #toto wolff x you #toto wolff x y/n #toto wolff x oc

[leclerc-s]

big reputations - part two

series masterlist // previous // next

AN INTERVIEW WITH DANIEL RICCIARDO (EXCERPT)

comments

user1 nah, the interviewer was so wrong for this. you know he wanted to say himself.

user2 daniel's blushing over this. i just know it.

user3 fernando is probably giggling over all of this. we've all see the tiktoks he's posted.

user4 daniel dragged his best friend along to see his future gf at a concert.

user5 this man is giggling like a schoolgirl over a woman who's not even his girlfriend.

user6 daniel, baby, this isn't like you. what about our farm, our six dogs, 3 kids, 2 goats, 12 chickens, and 4 cows?

↳ user7 babygorl, delulu is not the solulu. not this time.

↳ user8 girl wants to raise a whole ass fucking zoo

↳ user6 i've grown up in the country, i am surrounded by animals

↳ user8 that explains it

user9 the interviewer heard we wanted the tea on what happened at the eras tour and she was not going to stop until she got answers. too bad daniel is good at keeping secrets

user10 oh this man so desperately wanted to say himself but had to stop from doing so.

alex albon i get asked about the eras tour one more time i will lose it!

max verstappen someone's bitter they didn't get a chance to go. alex albon YES! I AM! IT'S ALL LILY WILL TALK ABOUT! WE DESERVED THE RIGHT TO GO!

daniel ricciardo well that's up for debate. i waited ages in line to buy those tickets. did you?

alex albon YOU TOOK MAX AND P?? BUT NOT ME OR LILY?

daniel ricciardo i only had three extra tickets??

lando norris THREE? WHO WAS THE THIRD??

daniel ricciardo kelly? penelope's mom?

lando norris oh. i forgot about that.

charles leclerc you forgot penelope had a mother?

lando norris i plead the fifth

logan sargeant YOU'RE BRITISH?? THAT DOESN'T WORK ON YOU! lando norris I CAN BE WHATEVER I WANT TO BE! logan sargeant OF COURSE YOU CAN YOU'RE A COLONIZER! lando norris AT LEAST WE DON'T HAVE SCHOOL SHOOTINGS! logan sargeant YOU CAN'T USE THE SAME FUCKING COMEBACK EVERY TIME ASSHOLE! oscar piastri okay, we are not doing this again logan sargeant YOU STAY OUT OF THIS KOALA!

lewis hamilton can you three be mature?

logan sargeant in the words of the colonizer, 'i don't wanna mature'

fernando alonso por dios, estan locos. (my god, they're crazy)

sergio perez obvio, no estan nada normal (obviously, they're not normal)

george russell i don't speak spanish but all i understood was normal.

alex albon because it's spelled the same way in spanish and english

carlos sainz they're talking shit about the three stooges.

george russell thank you siri!

kevin magnussen so daniel how's your hand?

daniel ricciardo thanks for asking kevin! at least i know someone here cares about my wellbeing.

daniel ricciardo i'm currently texting with one hand because i have to go into surgery soon. it's only a broken bone. if i don't make it back don't let fernando date daphne jones!

max verstappen glad to know you have your priorities straight.

daniel ricciardo of course.

¡leclerc-s speaks! you cannot convince me that logan and lando haven't had a similar argument at least once and poor oscar was stuck as mediator between them.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

#leclerc-s #big reputations series #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x female oc #formula 1 #formula 1 fic #fanfic #fanfiction #f1 #f1 smau #f1 social media au #f1 instagram au #f1 fic

[daydreamingleclerc]

kinktober #8 - lewis hamilton

lewis has a day full of meetings, and he loves leaving you desperate, so he decides to keep you sitting pretty (literally) in the office while he’s on calls.

prompts: bondage, blindfolds, gagging, lingerie & vibrators

warnings: all of the above, plus daddy!lewis, overstimulation, unprotected sex, pet names, one (1) spank, squirting, an indication to pet play at the end (but also kinda not)

*

“fuck lewis, please!” you whined, your eyes pleading and your voice high as lewis’ tongue worked on your clit.

you were so close to your orgasm - so, painfully close to your orgasm - but before you could get to it, lewis’ phone buzzed unrelentingly on the counter beside you.

your eyes pleaded with his once more, only this time they were begging for him to ignore the call and carry on, but you knew from the look on his face he wouldn’t.

“shit,” he breathed, “i’m late for a meeting.”

“what?” you pouted, “but i thought-”

“-i cant spend all day playing with you sweetness, you know that don’t you?” lewis’ fingers squeezed your chin and you nodded in agreement despite your expression.

“i know, but daddy,” you pouted again, and lewis looked at you with a raised eyebrow, “i didn’t get to cum.”

“pity,” he replied. you shimmied off the counter, and he admired the lingerie you wore — a brand new purple set with little green love hearts laced in — which was the reason you were in this position in the first place. “come with me, sweetheart.”

lewis had an idea, one which he was positive you would be fond of too.

his office was big, with the main centerpiece being his huge desk and desktop, where he did everything from his meetings to music production. there was a little corner of plants to the right of the desk, with a dog bed for roscoe to curl up in, a large sofa against the wall opposite the desk, and a cosy corner to the left. that’s where lewis intended to put you.

“chop chop, Y/N,” he called, “i don’t have all day.”

your legs moved faster as you kept up with your fiancé, until eventually you were in the office with him. when lewis dragged you over to the left corner you knew exactly what was going to happen.

he pulled the box of toys from underneath the sofa and lay them out in front of you, “legs over the bench,” he ordered, placing the vibrator on the bench and solidifying it there with a tie, and as you lowered yourself down he took your hands.

he had hanging lights above the bench that didn’t work, and used their metal hangers to his advantage, cuffing your hands up so you were unable to move them. he made you give an experimental tug, and switched on the vibrator.

“you’re gonna be too noisy, aren’t you?” he questioned, “daddy’s gonna have to gag you, princess.”

you nodded, grinding your clit down on the vibrator. he took the red and black ball gag from the box and tied it around your face, securing the red ball in your mouth so you could sink your teeth down into it.

“how’s that?”

“uchkk,” you moaned, and lewis took that as a good sign because of the way you rolled your body against the vibrator.

just before he turned on his heel, he pulled your boobs from the cups of the bra, so your nipples were just poking out and used clamps on the tender skin.

“now you can cum as many times as you want, and daddy gets to watch.”

lewis turned his back to you and moved down to the desk, where he slid into his chair and immediately joined the call, apologizing profusely for his lateness, giving some excuse that you weren’t feeling well and he shot you a look over the computer.

you looked so pathetic, drool already slipping past the gag and onto the wood of the bench. you kept tugging your hands against the fluffy handcuffs, desperate to grab at the edges of the bench so you could ride the vibrator like you would his face.

your muffled moans filled the room, but luckily for lewis he had headphones on; although he was almost positive that his bosses could hear your filthy noises. you could feel the orgasm creeping up on you with every second, until eventually it hit and you rolled your hips against the vibrator, throwing your head back at the feeling. only, the feeling didn’t go away.

the vibrations against your clit went up, and when you peeled your eyes open and looked over at your husband-to-be, he waved a remote control across at you and you moaned again.

“lewis, is everything okay?”

“yeah, uh, sorry Y/N’s just come to sit on the sofa so she’s not alone while she’s sick,” he smiled, “carry on with what you were saying.”

your second and third orgasms came in quick succession, followed shortly after by a fourth, fifth and sixth. lewis’ first meeting was wrapping up, and you were so close to a seventh you could taste it.

“okay guys, see you on tuesday!”

lewis shut off the meeting tab and turned his attention to the clock, “i have ten minutes until my next meeting, darling,” he said, coming to stand across from you while you rode the vibrator, “do you want me to help you cum?”

“mhm,” you whined, almost exhausted and lewis unclasped the gag from your head, “please daddy.”

“how, kitten?”

lewis switched the vibrator off and unclasped your hands. “i, uh… wanna ride you.”

“figures,” he unzipped his trousers and sat down on the sofa, pulling you down onto him, “come on, babe we’re on a clock.”

you pushed your soaked underwear to the side and sunk down on lewis, the feeling of being full was so incredibly needed, but your clit was sore and overstimulated so you knew you wouldn’t be able to last long.

your nipples were red and puffy when lewis took the clamps off, but his tongue soothed them with its soft touches. lewis fucked up into you, meeting your hips as you bounced tiredly.

you tugged at his dreads, moans leaving your lips freely now you had no gag, and you knew that your numb pussy wasn’t going to take much more after this.

“fuck, lewis, gonna cum.” was all you could say.

lewis, too, wasn’t far away from his orgasm either. after hearing you have almost seven orgasms in less than an hour, he was as hard as a rock.

his hand came down on your arse, and you jolted forward, your clit rubbing up against his stomach which made you cry. he knew you were on the brink of an orgasm, and so he nodded, “go on, angel,” he cooed, “you’ve been so good.”

your seventh orgasm washed over you and you couldn’t help it when you squirted all over lewis’ lap, the overstimulation proving too much for your body. lewis came at that.

“shit! lew, i’m so sorry,” you blushed, “i’ve not done that in months, i’ll uh, i’ll clean it.”

lewis barely noticed the state of his trousers, soaking wet, until you mentioned it, but he was more focused on your nice new underwear; which was now completely soaked and ruined.

“you need to rest, darling,” he kissed your cheek and a smirk landed on his face, “why don’t you go and take a cushion to roscoe’s bed for my next meeting, hm?”

you smacked his arm. “stop taking the piss and let me go shower, lewis.”

#kinktober #kinktober (emi’s version) #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton x y/n #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagines #lewis hamilton fanfiction #lewis hamilton fluff #lewis hamilton blurb #lewis hamilton one shot #lewis hamilton fanfic #f1 x oc #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 smut

[jerzwriter]

A Novel Concept

Ethan Ramsey is in the dog house. It's apparently clear, and his buddy, Tobias, comes in with an assist. But will his advice help or hurt Ethan's chances of getting back in Kaycee's good graces?

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Kaycee MacClennan (F!MC) Characters: Tobias Carrick Rating: Teen Words: 1,778

A/N: Thank you, Nonny, for this ask from the @choicesaprilchallenge24 prompt “A picnic?! Have you swallowed a romance novel?”" It went a little longer than a drabble, I hope you don't mind! (Didn't have much time to edit... so hope it's all good!)

My Masterlist

The tension in the Diagnostic Team Office was almost palpable. So palpable that Harper retreated to her office nearly an hour before. But Tobias was braver than that – or just stupid; the jury was still out.

He remained behind, his eyes darting up from his laptop every time Ethan mumbled under his breath or Kaycee let out an exaggerated sigh. Both of them assumed Tobias was doing research on their recently admitted patient, blissfully unaware of the missive he was typing, all about professionalism in the workplace and why it’s ill-advised to date your colleagues. He’d shoot that to them in an e-mail once he was sure they were in better moods. But the truth was, Tobias Carrick was nosy and was not about to leave before he got the tea. And there had to be tea!

Tobias was in on the secret, but to most, Ethan and Kaycee were the worst-kept secret in Edenbrook. On a typical day, they were all heart eyes and butterflies, but today, they barely acknowledged each other during their morning meeting, and that hadn’t changed since its end. Even Kaycee incessantly tapping her pen against the conference table hadn’t earned any commentary from the stone-faced Dr. Ramsey. Not a single sarcastic comment, endearing remark, or complaint fell from his lips.

Kaycee was the one to finally break the standoff. Standing up with a huff, she pointedly looked at Tobias and announced she was going to make her rounds. With a side-eyed glance at Ethan, she slunk out the door without another word. Tobias waited patiently for his friend to open up... but that never occurred. If the man retained water as much as he did his emotions, he’d be their next patient, not to mention a sideshow act: Edenbrook’s human blowfish! Tobias laughed at the image in his mind, finally requiring his friend to acknowledge his presence.

“Care to share what’s so amusing?” He said after clearing his throat. “Did you finally figure out the knock-knock joke Dr. Lewis told at the conference two weeks ago, or are you imagining what your latest conquest’s reaction will be when she figures out how old you really are?”

Tobias pushed back from the table with a raised brow, “Really? Do you want to go there, Ramsey? Because according to my calculations, Kaycee is about three years younger than my latest... has she figured it out yet?”

Mouth agape, Ethan was eager to change the course of the conversation. “So... what were you laughing at.”

“I was imagining you as a human blowfish.”

“You know what... remind me to never ask you what’s on your mind again. It’s too dark and scary in there.”

“As if you could resist!” Tobias laughed. “But I want to know what’s on your mind. What’s with you and my buddy MacKlennan? You could cut the tension in here with a knife this morning.”

“Nothing is going on,” Ethan said, offering no genuine attempt at being convincing.

“You’re a shitty liar, Ramsey. What did you do?”

Ethan finally looked up from his notebook. “Why do you automatically assume I’m the one to blame?”

“Because you usually are,” Tobias smirked. “Now, what’s going on?”

Ethan took off his glasses, placing them on the table with a sigh as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Kaycee is mad at me because I forgot our six-month anniversary.”

“Man,” Tobias chuckled, “You suck.”

“That’s not the worst part. See, I didn’t forget. But it happened to coincide with me coming off my second double in three days. I was so tired. I truly thought it was still a day away.”

“But that’s understandable, and Kaycee is reasonable. Why would she be so upset with you over that?”

“Probably because I followed up with ‘who celebrates six-month anniversaries anyway? High school students and people who are certain they’ll never hit the year mark.”  

“Really?” Tobias glared. “All these years, and still none of my charm and charisma has rubbed off on you? What were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t!” Ethan protested. “I was exhausted and cranky.”

“YOU?” Tobias teased.

“I’ve apologized a half-dozen times, but she still barely speaks to me.”

“Well, in fairness, she’s worked a lot this week, too. I doubt either of you are your best selves right now.”

“Thank you, Mother Oprah. Now, do you have any wisdom to help me repair this situation?”

“As a matter of fact, I do, wiseass... but keep talking like that, and you can add me to the list of people barely speaking to you.”

“All right,” Ethan surrendered. “I’ll be nice...how do I fix this?”

“A sincere apology, not the half-assed shit I’m sure you’ve mustered so far... and then you’re going to have to go all out to celebrate your anniversary.”

“I’ve already made reservations at Mistral. I just don’t think she’ll want to join me at this point.”

Tobias waved a dismissive hand. “Anyone can make reservations at Mistral. You need to do something better than that,” he snapped his fingers as an idea came to mind. “A picnic! Show up at her place with a picnic basket filled with her favorite treats, then take her to a pretty, secluded spot... for a small fee, I can share some of my favorite places... you may even have to pick wildflowers for her, buddy.”

“A picnic?” Ethan sneered. “Have you swallowed a romance novel?”

“Fine!” Tobias said, shutting his laptop and rising to his feet. “If you don’t want my advice, figure it out on your own.”

“Wait, wait...” Ethan softened. “I’m sorry, did I mention the sleep deprivation?”

“You did... but face it, we all know you’re still an ass when fully rested.”

“A picnic?” Ethan asked, ignoring him. “Do you really think she’d like that?”

“Chicks, dig that shit,” Tobias insisted, pulling a pen from his lab coat to jot some notes. “Here... these are some very romantic spots within driving distance, and the name of a little gourmet deli in Cambridge that will make a great lunch and pair it with the perfect wine... I can write some of my go-to lines when I need to get out of the dog house if you like?”

“No... no... I’m good. If I’m honest, I don’t think you’ve had a relationship that lasted more than three months in the past decade, so I may need a different approach.”

“Yeah, but that’s not because they didn’t want them to last longer... I think you’re missing out.”

The sound of footsteps approaching caused the men’s heads to turn toward the door, where they saw Kaycee coming down the hall.

“Shh!” Tobias ordered. “She’s back! Here’s your chance.... turn on the charm, bro. I know you’ve got it in you.”

Oblivious to Tobias, Kaycee walked up to Ethan with a look of contrition. “Ethan, we have to talk.”

“No,” he said, reaching for her hand. “I have to talk. I am so sorry for being a jerk. It’s not an excuse, but I’ve been tired and more of a curmudgeon than usual. But of course our six-month anniversary is something to be celebrated. I hope you know how much each day I’m with you means to me, and I hope you’ll let me make it up to you.”

Kaycee let out a breath, and her lips twisted into a tender smile. “I mean, I kind of like the fact that you’re a curmudgeon... just not when it’s aimed directly at me.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, brushing a tendril away from her face. “If you’ll forgive me, I will make it up to you.”

“Oh, will you?” she simpered. “What do you have in mind?”

“Well,” Ethan glanced at silent Tobias, who gave him the thumbs up. “I know this quiet little spot on Spectacle Island. I thought we could go there for a picnic. I’ll get your favorite wine, some baguettes, a nice brie... chocolates for after. Maybe we can pick some flowers before, you know...”

“Really?” she asked, “That’s what you want to do? A picnic?”

“Why? Don’t you like the idea?”

“I do,” Kaycee insisted. “It’s just... it doesn’t sound like you. Did you swallow a romance novel or something?”

Ethan's eyes shoot to Tobias, who bursted into laughter.

“Tobias?” Kaycee said, finally noticing he was in the room.  

“I’m sorry! I’m leaving,” he grinned. “But you two need to work whatever you’ve got going on, and do it now... because, I swear,  you two... you’re perfect for each other.

Ethan smiled proudly and wrapped an arm around Kaycee’s shoulder as Tobias slunk out of the room. “He’s right, you know... we are.”

“He is,” she blushed. “But be honest... the picnic... that was his idea, not yours. Right?”

“What? Don’t you think I’m capable of planning a romantic date for you?”

“Of course you are! And you have, but did you come up with this idea?”

Ethan leaned back against his desk with a sigh, pulling Kaycee against him. “How did you know?”

“Hon, do you have any idea how many people he’s brought to Spectacle Island? The stories in the hospital are legendary.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously! Nurses...doctors... the new PT assistant in pediatrics.... the communications director....”

“All right,” Ethan laughed. “I get it... so that means we won’t be making a spectacle of ourselves on Spectacle Island?”

“Well, it’s not that I’m opposed – but we can do it our way, not Tobias’s.”

“Then what do you say we go with the evening I had planned for us?”

“Oh?” She asked curiosity piqued. “And what did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking we could get all dressed up,” he said, placing a kiss behind her ear.

“Mmm... go on.”

“Dinner at Mistral?” he offered, brushing her hair away from her neck as his lips traced her newly exposed skin. “Maybe a little dancing after... so I can show you off?”

“Mmmhh,” she sighed. “And then?”

“Then we go back to my place... and we get to  take off all those fancy clothes...”

Kaycee pulled back with a playful smile. “To do what, exactly, Dr. Ramsey?”

“Things that will make you forget you were ever mad at me?” he winked.

“Now... how can I resist that. When will you be picking me up?”

“Saturday? Six o’clock?”

“It’s a date,” she beamed. “And Ethan?”

“Yes?”

“You’re pretty good at this romance thing all on your own.”

“Shhh,” he whispered in her ear. “Don’t let that get out. I have a reputation to uphold.”

“I get it,” she said, stepping away and straightening her clothes. She was at the door when she turned with a smile. “We can’t have anyone thinking you swallowed a romance novel.”

~~~~~

@choicesficwriterscreations @choicesaprilchallenge24 @openheartfanfics

Tagging others separately.

#choices fanfic #open heart #open heart fanfic #chocies open heart #open heart choices #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x f!mc #tobias carrick #playchoices fanfic #choices stories you play #choices #playchoices

[sainzfilm]

toto + Secret admirer?

him as the admirer leaving things for reader (driver!reader if you don't mind) like little messages or notes maybe a little gift before and after races or quali in their driver room. ooh maybe reader also has love lovd letters that they have just written down but doesn't have the courage to give them to him! (imagine if their teamate found an envelope with his name on it and game it to him sidkdhdk)

-🐺 I think it would be fitting if the reader was at Mercedes

also sorry if some of these are so detailed sometimes my brain just gets an idea and keeps going

pairing: toto wolff x driver!reader

a/n: oh man…..MAN MAN MAN….i just need this to happen to me like idc i dont need to be a driver i just need toto wolff

⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅

Taking a deep breath, you slumped down the wall in your driver's room, trying to gather your thoughts before the dreaded qualifying session today. You just hoped that you could secure a good position.

Looking up from your hands, you raised an eyebrow upon seeing a bright green sticky note attached on your helmet.

You stood up and grabbed it, silently reading the note that read: 'Sky's the limit. I know you've got it in you, ace. Always rooting for you. x'

Smiling to yourself, you shook your head as you stashed it inside your little box that contained all the other notes that you've received from your secret admirer. If they believed in you, why wouldn't you do the same for yourself?

Getting out of your car inside the garage, you were greeted with cheers and claps as the mechanics helped you out.

"Great qualifying, Y/N! P2 is great. Bet they didn't see that coming," Your race engineer smiled as he patted you on the shoulder, "Looks like Mercedes is making a comeback tomorrow."

"They better watch their backs,” You teased as you took off your helmet and smiled, "The boss around?"

Lewis came up behind you, putting his arm around you, "Missing the boss today, hm?"

Groaning as you tried to push him off, "I just asked! I'm going to kidnap Roscoe and make him my dog.”

"You would never," Lewis feigned offense as he let go of you and whispered, "I know you miss him anyways."

"I literally hate you so much," You frowned as you punched his shoulder, walking off to your driver's room, "I'm going to kick your ass tomorrow, Lewis!"

Lewis laughed as he saluted, "Best of luck, ace!"

As you closed the door behind you, surprise was written all over your face when you saw three pieces of tulips on your bed with a box of blueberry cheesecake.

"Whoever this admirer is surely wants to faint from how well they know me," You groan as you put your helmet on the table, sitting down on the bed to read the note to yourself, "You know I'm always proud of you. Just a little treat for my favorite driver and girl. Winky face."

You laughed as you shook your head, smiling to yourself, "God please let this person show themselves already."

Grabbing your bag and the gifts from your secret admirer, you headed out the driver's room and into your car to head back to the hotel for the night.

As you left your car to the valet, you made your way up to your room when your phone rang. You looked at the caller ID and couldn't help the smile from forming on your face.

"Hey, boss," You smiled as you entered your hotel room and dropped the bag on the couch, "What's up?"

"I'm surprised you're still awake, ace," Toto chuckled through the phone, "I just wanted to congratulate you on a great qualifying result today."

"Mhm, I just got in my hotel room. l'm exhausted," You breathed out, laying on the bed and putting him on loudspeaker, "And, I tried my very best to get pole. But, I promise I'll do everything to stay on the podium tomorrow."

"Then go rest, Y/N," He smiled softly from hearing your voice, "I know that you will. I'm having a gut feeling you'll snatch your second win with us."

"You're just flattering me, Toto," You laughed, yawning shortly after, "I'll see you tomorrow, right?"

"Of course. l'Il be there," He replied, "I'll see you tomorrow."

Soon enough, the night ended and another Sunday rolled in for race day. You arrived at the paddock, being one of the first ones to, and quickly went through any interviews to be done for the day.

"Ace!" Toto smiled as he stood up from his chair, walking over to you while you walked in the garage, "You feeling good today?"

"Boss man, good to have you here," You grinned as you nudged his arm, "I have high hopes. I just hope the odds are in my favor."

"It will be," He replied, patting your shoulder, "Go on and prepare yourself, hm?"

You rolled your eyes jokingly as you mocked a salute, which elicited a laugh from the guy you adored. Upon entering your driver's room, you smiled as you saw a mini trophy that had your name engraved on it.

"Here's a trophy in advance for today. You've already won my heart too," You mumbled as you read the note, "So cheesy."

Lewis peeped his head in your driver's room, "Hey, Y/N?"

You turned around and set the mini trophy down on your table and smiled, "What's up?"

"Can I borrow your charger?" He smiled sheepishly, “I left mine at the hotel."

"Yeah, sure," You nodded your head to the direction of your table, patting his shoulder as you walked past with your helmet, "Just get it in my drawer, l'll head off back to the garage."

It wasn't long until the race took place - your nerves getting to you as you fought hard to stay in your position and eventually catch up to the pole sitter, Ferrari's Carlos Sainz. But, it wasn't until Lap 48 when you've finally overtook him and claimed the top spot of the podium, successfully keeping your position until you crossed the checkered flag.

“That's it! That's the checkered flag!" Your race engineer exclaimed through the radio, "Spectacular race today, ace!"

You screamed as tears started falling down your cheeks, "Thank you, thank you! You can't believe how happy I am."

As you pulled up to park near the podium, you got out of your car and ran towards the team with the biggest smile on your face.

"Y/N!"

You turned around to see Toto a few steps away from you with a smile on his face. Grinning, you ran towards him and hugged him tightly, "We did it! We're back in the game!"

Toto chuckled as he wrapped his free arm around you, one hand hidden behind his back, "You know l've always believed in you, ace."

"Thank you, Toto," You mumbled, tears of joy streaming down your cheeks, "Means a lot to me."

"Hey, don't cry,” He mumbled as he pulled away, wiping your tears off gently, "I need you to explain something, though."

You sniffled as you looked up at Toto, who pulled out a few opened envelopes that had 'For Toto' on it, "Oh my god, how d- I'm gonna fucking kill Lewis."

He laughed as he shook his head, reaching down to intertwine his fingers with yours, "So, I'm assuming he's right?"

"Oh, he better hide Roscoe," You grumbled as you walked over to the podium, "You're the one who's been leaving gifts too, haven't you?"

Toto grinned as he shrugged nonchalantly, "It's about time you found out."

"Not to be straightforward but," You trailed off as you let go off his hand, tiptoeing to kiss him quickly on the cheek before heading up to the podium, "Your girl's gotta get the trophy."

Crossing his arms as he fought back a smile, Toto looked up at you proudly as you held the trophy in your hands, a twinkle in your eye. He sure did get lucky for getting the girl.

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f1paddock the cutest couple on the paddock!!!! really happy for the two of you :)

lewishamilton looks like he’s practicing 😉

yourusername lock your doors and hide roscoe, hamilton.

mercedesluvr not the lewis and Y/N banter again 😭

totowolff would always take care of them with you anytime of the day, schatz. i love you

yourusername my man’s such a green flag 🥺 i love you, baby

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[tarotenvelhecida]

pick a card– which book speaks to your soul?

You read something which you thought only happened to you, and you discover that it happened 100 years ago to Dostoyevsky. This is a very great liberation for the suffering, struggling person, who always thinks that he is alone. This is why art is important.

—Conversations with James Baldwin.

this is my love letter to all the bookworms in the tarot community— pick a pile & i'll give you a list of genres + book suggestions carrying important messages to you.

I. THE FIRST

To the daydreamers and the escapists; to the ones that need to rest before following what you need follow.

RELEVANT GENRES & CONCEPTS– fiction in general; romance; fantasy; fairytale; poetry; ‘happy ever after’ endings; hopeful endings; fantasy; magic; dreamy.

AUTHORS – Ursula K. Le Guin; Louise Gluck; Mary Oliver; Jane Austen.

BOOKS FOR YOU–

‘The Paper Garden: An Artist Begins Her Life’s Work at 72 – Molly Peacock'

‘Good Bones – Maggie Smith’

‘If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho – Translation by Anne Carson’

‘Owls and Other Fantasies – Mary Oliver’

‘Dog Songs – Mary Oliver’

‘Emma – Jane Austen’

‘Howl’s Moving Castle – Diana Wynne Jones’

‘The Little Prince – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’

‘Death Comes for the Archbishop – Willa Cather’

‘Sonnets from the Portuguese – Elizabeth Barrett Browning’

‘The Hawk and the Dove – Penelope Wilcock’

‘The Secret Life of the Lonely Doll: The Search for Dare Wright’

‘The Ink Dark Moon – Ono no Komachi & Izumi Shikibu’

‘Alice in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll’

‘The Letters of Vita Sackville-West and Virginia Woolf’

‘Little Women – Louisa May Alcott’

‘Anne of Green Gables – L.M. Montgomery’

‘Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins – Emma Donoghue’

II. THE SECOND

For the ones that carry the ache to learn and know everything; to the ones bored with life's commodities & seriousness. For the ones that question everything around them – as they should do.

You do not need to fit in. Don't change yourself for other people. If they want to see you this way, then become the proud witch in the edge of the woods.

RELEVANT GENRES & CONCEPTS– books on 'niche' knowledge; science; philosophy; true crime; drama; scandalous romances; adventure, magical realism; YA thriller & horror; comedy & sardonic comedy; ‘controversial’/'weird' books.

AUTHORS– Carmen Maria Machado, Kate Moore, Grady Hendrix.

BOOKS FOR YOU–

‘My Sister, The Serial Killer – Oyinkan Braithwaite'

‘The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat and Other Clinical Tales – Oliver Sacks'

‘St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves – Karen Russell'

‘Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife – Mary Roach’

‘The Hitchhiker Guide to Galaxy – Douglas Adams'

‘Inferno – Dante Alighieri'

'Magic for Beginners – Kelly Link'

‘Lace Bone Beast: Poems & Other Fairytales for Wicked Girls – N.L. Shompole'

‘Severed: A History of Heads Lost and Heads Found – Frances Larson’

'The Woman They Could Not Silence – Kate Moore'

‘The Dictionary of Lost Words – Pip Williams'

‘She Kills Me: The True Stories of History’s Deadliest Women – Jennifer Wright’

‘Anatomy: A Love Story – Dana Schwartz'

‘Pretty Dead Queens – Alexa Donne'

‘I’m Glad My Mom Died – Jennette McCurdy'

'Rabid: A Cultural History of the World's Most Diabolical Virus – Bill Wasik'

‘Chilling Adventures of Sabrina – Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa’

III. THE THIRD

You need to put your sadness somewhere. If you can't, remember that someone has done it before – and transformed it into a story. Let the words you'll read be the resting place for whatever you're feeling right now; let yourself remember that not even your pain is lonely in this world.

RELEVANT GENRES AND CONCEPTS— poetry; gothic horror; thrillers; murder mysteries; tragedies; cathartic stories; biographies.

AUTHORS– Shirley Jackson, Osamu Dazai, Clarice Lispector, Sylvia Plath.

BOOKS FOR YOU—

'The Year of Magical Thinking – Joan Didion'

‘The Dead – James Joyce'

‘What The Living Do – Marie Howe'

‘The Hour of the Star – Clarice Lispector'

‘Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector’

‘Some of Us Did Not Die – June Jordan'

Somewhere Towards the End – Diana Athill'

‘We Have Always Lived in The Castle – Shirley Jackson'

'Heaven: A Novel – Mieko Kawakami'

'Journal of a Solitude – May Sarton'

'Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte'

'Grief is the Thing with Feathers – Max Porter'

‘Carrie – Stephen King'

'Of Dogs and Walls – Yuko Tsushima'

'Frankenstein – Mary Shelley'

'The Stepping Off Place – Cameron Kelly'

'Letters to Milena – Franz Kafka'

‘Beloved – Toni Morrison'

#pac #pick a card #pick a card reading #pick a pile #pick a pile reading #pick a deck #tarot reading #tarot #tarot reader #cartomancy #divination #witchblr #witchcraft #witch #tarotblr #tarotdaily #intuitive #tarot community #tarot cards #tarotonline #free tarot readings

[milflewis]

1k. nigelio. sewis. a glimpse at a what if conversation at a what if silverstone grand prix 2023 ft. nigel mansell being a Gossip

“Nigel.”

Lewis pauses when he opens the door, faltering. It takes a lot to surprise Lewis Hamilton, Nigel knows. And even more to make him show it. He smiles.

“Hello, Lewis.”

“Uh.” Lewis looks past him and then back at his face before shrugging, a grin coming easy. He always did have a face made for smiling. “Hey, man. I heard you were around this weekend. How’s things?”

“Ah, alright. Your race engineer – Bono, yeah? – said that you weren’t scheduled to be out on track for a while. Thought I’d drop by for a minute. Have a chat.”

Lewis raises his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side. Nigel stands very still. After a long breath, Lewis steps back. He opens the door wider, arm stretching out behind him. “Sit wherever. You want a drink?”

“No, I’m okay. Thanks.”

Lewis’s motorhome is acres nicer than any of theirs back in the day, though that can be said for any of the new digs of the drivers nowadays. It’s tidy enough – no empty water bottles lying around, a racesuit thrown half folded over a massage table, a heavy looking shimmery jacket hanging off the back of the door. Cluttered but not dirty. Lived in. Nigel sits down on the couch. There is dog hair on the cushion.

The cross on Lewis’s smooth back stretches and relaxes as he pulls on his fireproofs. His waist is ridiculously tiny. The arms of his racesuit hang low on his hips.

All this pampering he does, Niki had said to him years ago, fond. For fun! He had sounded exasperated and, strangely, proud. Him and James would’ve been insufferable. Not a minute of peace – cut your hair like this, Niki. Grow it out like this, Niki. Why don’t you use conditioner or whatever, Niki.

Lewis sits down on the small chair opposite him, legs falling open at the knees. He’s barefoot. His nails are painted a familiar shade of green. Something in Nigel’s chest hurts.

“I’ve been talking to Sebastian,” Nigel says without any preamble. Lewis barely even blinks.

“I’d guessed,” he replies dryly, and Nigel wonders, not for the first time, how much exactly Lewis notices about what’s going on around the paddock.

“I think you should strike,” Nigel says instead, leaving that question for another day. “Sebastian agrees. He says it might be better if he’s the one to talk to Fernando.”

Lewis’s mouth quirks up at the corner, smile lines winking. He hums quietly. He does not ask why Sebastian isn’t here to tell him himself, or giving him a call. Nigel still isn’t really sure what’s going on there either. Niki was never much help, for all that he loved gossip, and Keke has been firmly staying out of Lewis’s business the past few years, especially when it involves Sebastian, because: “Do you want me to hate my son, Nige? Do you want me to hate you? This is what will happen if I have to listen to any of shit again.”

“Better if you get Jenson to follow up after.” Lewis doesn’t look away from him. “Fernando doesn’t like being told what to do. Jenson knows how to chill him out.”

Nigel isn’t touching that with a ten-foot pole.

Lewis watches him. “We do have Charles to play the piano.”

Nigel laughs. “You do.” The sound feels like it gets caught on a hook in the underside of his stomach. “I’ve heard you play too.”

Lewis scruches up his nose. It is interesting, Nigel thinks, the things that Lewis let’s himself be modest over and what he doesn’t.“Only a little.”

“A piano is a good distraction,” Nigel advises. “You’ll need to get rid of people’s phones. Or at least, have only one person keep them on hand.”

Lewis smiles wryly. “That’d be fun.”

“Probably.”

Lewis reaches down by the side of his seat and straightens up with a pair of thin white socks in hand. He unrolls them and pulls them on, foot by foot. Right. Then left.

Nigel isn’t sure what the right thing to do here is. Does he tell Sebastian that Lewis is, painting his toenails a colour that is strikingly like the Aston Martin green, or does he stay out of it?

Keke would tell him to stay out of it.

“I’ve been thinking of it too,” he says, leaning back. “Of saying no. Making a stand. Things are – things are getting messy.”

“They’ve been messy for a while,” Nigel offers. Lewis doesn’t take it. He only shrugs, slipping his feet into his boots.

Nigel wonders if he and Sebastian talk about that year. He isn’t sure what to hope for.

Lewis tucks his hands under his armpits as he sits back and waits for Nigel to continue. Nigel has said all he came here to say – or at least, all he knows for sure he can say. He looks rather tired. Weary. He should take a long hot bath. Nigel thinks about telling him.

“A piano is a good idea,” he starts. Or tries to. It’s not quite what he intended to say. Lewis’s shoulders relax minutely. Nigel hadn’t realised he was tense.

He looks at Nigel like he knows Nigel knows what he wants to ask.

“Sebastian will agree, I think,” Nigel tries again. He bites at his cheek. He’s too old for this. He doesn’t know how to talk like this anymore.

He thinks of Elio’s smile. He thinks of the swoop of his g’s and his y’s in his data notes that he’d swap with Nigel when they were both at Lotus. He thinks of the only proper way to cook spaghetti bolognese that Elio never got around to showing him. He thinks of how he is nearly fairly sure Sebastian hasn’t called Lewis once since last year. He thinks of Sebastian turning qualifying off in the background of their call a few weeks ago after Lewis had done his run.

“I don’t know if it was love,” Nigel lies despite himself. He has always been very English unfortunately. “Or – at least – that kind of love. We were friends. Very good friends. One of my best, I must say. You notice – when they’re there. And when they aren’t. It’s better – when they are.” He pauses, grimacing. He doesn’t speak on his championship. On how winning tasted faintly like losing.

“Sorry for the poetry,” he laughs and it only rings out slightly hollow. Lewis smiles at him, the lines around his eyes soft. He reminds Nigel of Elio for a quick breathless moment. That same kind brutality.

“Sounds like love to me,” Lewis says, quiet.

Nigel thinks of Lewis’s career. Of whose name is beside him in the history books. Of the Lewis-shaped pauses in Sebastian’s calls to chat that were not there before his retirement. Of how Lewis doesn’t say his name much anymore. Of the look on Sebastian’s face in that one photo from Monaco.

He wants to shake them both, suddenly viciously full of anger. His fingers feel like they’re full of fizzy drink, prickling away at the under-bed of his nails.

They’re so terribly, awfully — enviously — young.

Lewis looks back at him, face calm like a lake. It doesn’t feel like a dare. It doesn’t quite feel like it isn’t one.

He should learn how to ask, Nigel remembers overhearing Aryton complaining about Michael. Just fucking ask for what he wants. Being told no is not dying.

The irony, as it was wont to with Ayrton, was lost on him.

Nigel breathes.

“Yes,” Nigel allows himself – and Lewis. “I guess it is.”

#yes i am supposed to be studying. leave me alone. i am cold and small and tired and sad #nigelio #sewis #lol. sort of for both tbh #nigel and lewis are sad and gay what more do u want from me #little fics #f1 rpf

[sionisjaune]

Share your deranged lewis/mick idea with the class babe

Technically Seb/Mick/Lewis but anyway...

“Seb told me to give this to you.”

Lewis blinks, bleary from an hour of staring at glowing data points on too-dark screens. Mick is standing beside him, one hand extended towards Lewis. He’s holding Roscoe’s leash. Roscoe is on the end of it, flopped on his butt on the floor and panting happily. 

Lewis wets his lips. It’s already dark outside the Mercedes hospitality. 

“He told me—” Mick cuts himself off and raises an arm to ruffle his own hair nervously. “He said I’m not your personal dog sitter and I should stop letting you—walk all over me, just because I’m at the track. And I am available, obviously, if you need me sometimes—but I actually have a lot on my plate even if it isn’t obvious, and—”

“It’s cool,” says Lewis. He licks his lips again. It does sound like something Seb would say—shrewd advice that he would give. “I guess I just assumed that since you liked dogs, and since he needs someone to hang out with…” Lewis trails off. There isn’t anything more to say. It’s entirely possible that he’s been selfish. 

“It’s fine.” Mick fidgets in front of him. “I’m just. Busy. You know?”

“Yeah, I know,” says Lewis. “Well. You can tell Seb that I’ll find a new dog sitter. And tell him I said hi.” 

—

“Seb said I should give this to you.”

Mick shoves his hand in the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a handful of colorful glass beads—jewelry. He opens his hand and the chain drops and sparkles under the violet lights of the venue. Each bead is unique—the chunky, hand-blown style that Lewis has been into recently—and the chain is short enough that it should sit close to Lewis’s throat. 

“It’s weird,” says Mick. Lewis watches him drop it on the bartop beside his empty glass. “So, I was visiting Seb and there was this market. And I saw this stall selling little handmade glass things, and then I saw this, and I said it looks like something you would wear, and Seb said I should get it for you if I really thought so.” Mick messes with his glass, sliding the pad of one finger across the rim. “I couldn’t tell if he was joking.”

“Sometimes I can’t either,” Lewis admits. He slides the necklace off of the bartop, and holds it in a cupped hand. The beads are still warm from Mick’s pocket, glistening with a slippery shine. “I like it. You have a good eye.” 

Mick wraps a hand around the base of his glass and glances at the floor. His eyes flick back to Lewis after a long second has passed. 

“Tell him I said thank you,” says Lewis. And then half joking: “And ask when I’m invited around.” 

Mick’s gaze snaps to the floor again, like there’s something very interesting between his and Lewis’s barstools. “Probably anytime,” says Mick. “I’ll ask.” 

-

“Seb told me to—” Mick closes the gap between them and slots his lips against Lewis’s. Lewis turns it into a real kiss, because why else was he hanging out in Mick’s hotel room on a Sunday night anyways. 

Mick makes a small noise and pulls away wetly. Lewis chases him until Mick is halfway reclined in the pillows of his bed and pliant underneath him. His hair is short and spiky between Lewis’s fingers, and his jaw is strong, and his lips are quite red when Lewis pulls away. 

“He said I should—” Mick pauses, breathless. “He told me to show you how I feel. He said showing is better than telling, and I should give you something that makes it obvious.” 

Lewis smoothes Mick’s hair down and settles his weight over Mick’s lap. “I think that’s just Seb. He can’t stand obfuscation. Everything has to be one way, and it has to be the most earnest, honest, bull-headed way.”

“I know,” says Mick. "That's him."

-

“Seb said I should give it to you like this.” Mick punctuates the statement with a short punch of his hips. Lewis muffles a groan in the crook of his own elbow. “He said you would probably like it like this. Hard. Fast. He said I should try to deny you.” 

Mick fucks into him again, drapes himself across Lewis’s back, and digs his teeth into Lewis’s shoulder. Lewis gives up on holding up his head and drops his forehead onto the arm of his driver’s room sofa. The fabric is coarse and scratchy and already supporting his right arm, but it makes it easier to take it in this position and gives him another point from which he can anchor himself. 

“What else did he say,” Lewis gasps. 

“He said that we should both visit during the summer, and he’ll give it to you himself. Soft and slow, until you beg for it. He wants me to watch, and then he wants to watch me fuck you until you can’t fuck anymore.” Mick pants into the side of Lewis’s neck. 

“Tell him—” Lewis groans. Someone definitely heard that one. “Tell him to stop telling you shit. Tell him to tell me himself.” Mick is absolutely nailing his prostate. This is the stupidest idea Lewis has had at a racetrack in years. 

“But I like this,” says Mick. “I like me telling you. I like telling him things from you too.” Mick tips his weight further onto Lewis so that he’s forced to collapse forwards into the sofa, his back curving at an impossible angle.

“Oh fuck,” Lewis says, overcome with the image of Mick telling Seb, telling him about this. “Fuck. Shit. I’m going to—”

Lewis comes on a feedback loop of sensations, Mick’s mouth on his neck, his chest glued to Lewis’s back. Mick cups his hand helpfully underneath Lewis to prevent a stain on the sofa. When Lewis is finished shaking with an orgasm of unexpected intensity, he flops on his stomach on the sofa and comes to the realization that Mick is still hard and half inside of him. 

“Seb said—” Mick catches himself. Lewis can feel him shifting around, tugging at Lewis’s rim. “He said I should come—on your back. That it would look good, with the tattoos.”

Lewis turns his head into his elbow and squeezes his eyes shut. 

“Yeah. Just. Do it. Whatever he told you.” 

#someone tell me if i have done this pairing justice #i am trying to figure mick out #lewis/mick #i wrote this

[pfenniged]

Okay, when I tell you how much I love that Lewis Nixon married a Japanese-American lady after the war and they didn’t have any children and just traveled the world together living off his families’ riches... so good. 

Also, every time I hear more and more about Grace Nixon, I can see if Nix was half the person he was as portrayed as in the Band of Brothers miniseries, I see why her and Nix would get along so well (And why she was basically able to get a lifelong alcoholic who couldn’t get two marriages to work to straighten up, how she was able to manage to live through a literal internment camp, where she literally did the jitterbug and said she was lucky because her internment camp came with “cute boys,” and then how she joined up as a nurse to serve her country and prove her loyalty even though she was going to be a professional cellist in order to escape the camp). 

Like, she’s literally my favourite person in this narrative.

And if this doesn’t convince you, I found her obituary and the fact that this was in her obituary, A LEGEND:

“In 1956, Grace married Lewis Nixon. In marriage, Grace and Lewis had a wonderful, loving life. They happily travelled the world, listened to music, supported charitable causes, and raised pets—among them Anubis the cat, Nicholas the one-eyed dog, and Peter the rabbit—as well as feeding a neighborhood family of raccoons and the annually migrating Mr. and Mrs. Duck. Grace and Lewis often spent time with their nieces and nephews, teaching them cards and backgammon and playing for keeps over the children’s allowance money.”

First off, MR. AND MRS DUCK.

Secondly, TEACHING CHILDREN GAMBLING AND FUCKING PLAYING FOR KEEPS FOR ALL THEIR ALLOWANCE MONEY IM SCREAMING THATS SUCH A NIX THING

“CHILDREN HAVE TO LEARN SOMETIME” -a literal millionaire taking three dollars off a child-

(Also this is on top of the footage of her behind the scenes with Ron Livingston who played Lewis Nixon in Band of Brothers, and Grace flat out saying he was much more handsome than her husband, Ron Livingston trying to defer and be gracious, and be like, “No, no, THIS guy was the handsome one,” and Grace basically being like LOL NO I KNOW MY HUSBAND AND YOU’RE HOTTER THAN HE EVER WAS. A QUEEN.)

#Grace Nixon is a fucking legend and I should say it #Lewis Nixon #history #Grace Nixon #I love her your honour #HBO War #Band of Brothers

[georgieluz]

HBOWAR OC MASTERLIST

OLIVER HARDWICK

intelligence officer, easy company (band of brothers)

ship: lewis nixon | tag: #oc: oliver hardwick

"you'll never fumigate the demons, no matter how much you smoke"

new yorker. former literature and latin student at university. mischievous. wealthy. playful. rakish, maybe even roguish, some might say, in a pretty boy kind of way. think: old money with a rebellious streak. massive ballrooms contrasted with secret parties in tiny apartments. flowing champagne. screaming drunkenly from the deck of a yacht. rage rage and more rage, so much rage. the subtle glare of disapproval from a calculating parent. a disdain for authority and taking orders. winter scarves in every colour, but especially red. kissing older men. dancing until you can't remember your family name. the simultaneous fascination and disappointment your friends and peers feel toward you. running away as a child and nobody even noticing you're gone. picking oranges in the mediterranean. freezing cold new york winters. spinning around in the rain. being too smart for your own good. self-sabotage. self-loathing. self-destruction.

playlist: tell me i'm an angel

TOMMY MONET

private first class, easy company (band of brothers)

ship: joseph liebgott | tag: #oc: tommy monet

"the silence that you're hearing is turning into a deafening, painful, shameful roar"

bostoner. from the wrong side of the tracks. barely got a high school diploma. former teenage nuisance. poet. fuelled by coffee and homeric similes. friends with every cat in the neighbourhood. talks to his cat badger more than other people. think: scrappy. argumentative. observant. smart but wishes he wasn't. hot black coffee running through his veins. flannel shirts. a backpack full of books. a hardshell exterior and deep, deep repression. running races down the railroad tracks until you're completely breathless. smoking because you don't know what else to do with your hands. irritable, but usually with a smile and a hefty dose of sarcasm. fuck the elite. no one can hurt me if they can't get near me. insecurities? what are those? who needs a father anyway.

playlist: let down and hanging around

CHARLIE SCOTT

private first class, how company (the pacific)

ship: bill "hoosier" smith | tag: #oc: charlie scott

"come ease my slumber, sink me into sleep"

mornings spent next to the river. cigarettes for breakfast. brushing the sand out of dark hair. journals filled to the brim. training as a car mechanic. hands coated with oil. overalls tied around your waist. a sarcasm-filled whisper in your ear. a hand gripping yours through the barrage of bombs every night. eyes searching for you as you cross every battlefield. dramatic readings of your stream of conscious poetry until something hits. adopting the dog that you found in the middle of battle. missing the diners you always claimed to hate. wanting nothing more than to run back to the mountains you hiked growing up. realising you never want to visit a beach again. longing for the quiet peacefulness of a lake.

playlist: i once warmed my hands

RHYS LLEWYD

corpsman, king company (the pacific)

ship: eddie jones | tag: #oc: rhys llewyd

"torn down, full of aching, somehow our youth will take the blame"

welsh born, new hampshire raised. gentle hands, sharp eyes. soft-spoken. welsh-lilted american accent. the messiest bedhead you'll ever see. enjoys watching people mispronounce his surname. touch-starved for something more than bleeding guts and bullet wounds. sage green and lavender. realising you never wanted to study medicine in the first place. cloudgazing. comic books shoved into pockets. an impeccable dancer who will never show it. can't handle his alcohol but drinks anyway. misses trees, and grass, and greenery. hands touching beneath the library table. a pile of books next to your bed. the scent of sugar and honey contrasted with the blood dripping from your hands.

playlist: fade me away

MAX JACOBS

platoon scout sniper, bravo company (gen kill)

ship: brad colbert | tag: #oc: max jacobs

"there's nothing wrong with me, this is how i'm supposed to be, in a land of make believe, that don't believe in me"

deadly aim, with a smile to match. skate parks and 7-11s. worn out chuck taylors. suburban fuckery. sneaking out of your bedroom window at 2am. driving out as far as you can because you've got nothing better to do. desperately wanting to escape your town at any cost. sony walkman cd player attached to your belt at all times. fuck the system (but you're in the system). laughing in the face of everything and anything. empty red bull cans littered across the room. kissing boys in empty car parks. getting your fists bloody when the homophobes arrive. taking on the world with nothing but bruised knees and a stick of gum.

playlist: and when we go, don't blame us

MATTHEW "MATTY" CARTER

corporal, bravo company (gen kill)

ship: ray person | tag: #oc: matty carter

"tracksuits and red wine, movies for two, we'll take off our phones, and we'll turn off our shoes. we'll play nintendo, though i always lose, 'cause you watch the tv, while i'm watching you. dumb conversation, we lose track of time, have i told you lately, i'm grateful you're mine. there's nothing like doing nothing with you"

missouri summers. friends who fall somewhere between platonic and something more. pizza nights. staying up until 4am playing uno. laughing so hard your ribs hurt. realising you're a little bit in love with your best friend. following him to the marine corps. losing far too much money playing pool. camping in the rain. smiles so wide. watching the lost boys so many times you can quote every line. sharing hoodies. the colour orange. instant messaging into the early hours. the sunrise laughing as you fall asleep. promises of running away together. fingers in soft wavy hair. ice cold lemonade. the ghost of a confession.

playlist: do you think of me?

CALEB DAWSON

architecture student, hacker, archer (band of brothers zombie au)

ship: ron speirs | tag: #oc: caleb dawson

"yes, it's you i welcome death with, as the world caves in"

sketching buildings from the window of hotel rooms. mugs of cold coffee left on every surface. counting to ten before you open a door. endless recurve vs compound pettiness. the fucking audacity of life. talking with your hands. sarcasm as a first language. stubborn and unyielding, but fiercely protective. clinging to a pencil and paper as a lifeline. realising it's easier to push your buttons than you thought. jokes. lots of jokes. witty one liners. deep, deep inner conflict. bitterness coating your tongue with every word. being suspicious of newcomers but bound to your own sense of loyalties and vulnerabilities. trying desperately to hide every aspect of your gentleness, but feeling it leak through in every moment. being ashamed of your dreams and ambitions. feeling the cracks break open every day, but bottling it up all the same. waiting alone in hotel rooms wondering if your dad will come back for you this time. being taught to hack at twelve years old. finally escaping the only life you've ever really known only to find that a virus outbreak has mutated and changed the world forever. unravelling dreams.

playlist: one wink at a time

ARCHIE SULLIVAN

RAF pilot / lancaster bomber (masters of the air)

ship: bucky egan | tag: #oc: archie sullivan

"wild lovers never get the blues"

flying too close to the moon, "you look pretty in blue", piles of unopened letters thrown in a corner, easy laughs, easier smiles, falling asleep on the wing of your plane, cycling to the pub with your best friend in the pouring rain, turning annoyance into endearment, a pint and a ginger beer please, escaping to the beaches of east anglia on a weekend pass, puppy dog eyes the size of jupiter, pettiness, so so much pettiness, challenging just about everyone you've ever met, thinking you might just be the greatest darts player in all of england, a good ol' dose of the great british repression, yet accidentally flirting with almost everyone you meet, running so far away from home that you ended up in the clouds

playlist: to the top of the big night sky

if you want to read about the ocs from my hbo war f1 au please head over to this post. the ocs there are all platonic ocs, but have a lot of presence in the world and narrative, and if you'd like to see my ocs for top gun, then you can find them on my sideblog here

#yes i am massively fucking biased toward matty #he makes me all soft and melty inside #my hbo war ocs #i do have more ocs i need to add to this but it's 7am and i really really really need to go to sleep so have six to start #also this is mostly for my pinned post so ignoring is an option also #julian's masterlist #julian made a thing

[jesse-cromeans-sugarbaby]

Rusty Nail x Reader. She is the younger sister to Lewis and Fuller Thomas. And she is candy cane? Maybe Fuller makes her be the one to mess with Rusty since she is a female? After she hesitantly starts talking to him on the radio, instead of rusty wanting it to be a fling he kinda hoped he could actually get to know her. So he kinda gets sad when he gets set up but also mad at the brothers cause he doesn’t want to blame her for tricking him. Joel this makes well enough since.

Ask and you shall receive

Gruesome love

RUSTY/FEM!READER

Warnings: mentions of blood, death, Guns, slight gore, unwanted smelling, kidnapping,reader is scared y’all..fluff? I made this kinda dark..

Sighing softly, I leaned your head on the window of the car. The boys have been making me want to pull out my hair. They wouldn’t stop bickering. I don’t think I could take another second of them arguing. Thank god fullers distracted with the ham radio

Fuller has been fucking with it the entire ride. Asking stupid questions and acting like a fool. Suddenly he turns around to face me. Raising a brow, I know that look…ugh. “Sooo lil sis you wanna help your big bro prank some horny truckers?” Shaking your head. “No, I’d rather hang myself” I say before shooting him the finger. “Please..I’ll buy you your favourite snack for a whole year!” ”you can’t even keep yourself out of jail..” you deadpan. He slaps his hand on his chest, “oh you wound me” rolling your eyes at his childish antics. Glancing out the window I look at the dry land surrounding us.Turning your head to look back at him you see he’s giving you his best” puppy dog eyes”.

Slapping his head I know he won’t shut up til I do. “Alright alright..don’t blow a blood vessel” he cheers and shakes Lewis, he just slaps fuller off him. Handing me the radio I frown, maybe I shouldn’t do it. Sighing I speak into the radio.

“Hello..this is candy cane…?” Imumbled fuller looks at me waiting for me to speak some more, but you can’t think of anything. Suddenly you hear someone speak over the radio. “Candy cane..” gulping you. “Well, hi there who’s this” there’s a long pause. “You can call me rusty sweetheart” you look at the boys and fuller seems to be losing his mind. “We’ll rusty, I hope you're doing better than I am..this drive seems like it’s taking forever” “roger that candy cane” fuller smirks.

“Nice we got him” I frown…this feels mean. Bringing the radio back up to my mouth. “Well I do love travelling though..cause it lets me see the world” I hear a chuckle then he speaks “then you’d love to hear about all the places I’ve been” I smile slightly and fuller nudges me “i would love to hear all about it” he starts speaking but he gets cut of and then there’s static. Fuller slaps the radio and fiddles with the nobs while whining. Sighing lean back in my seat…he really was a sweetheart..and you would love to hear all about his stories.

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The car is parked outside a motel I watch as fuller walks in to get us a room. Watching him get shoved to the side I furrow my brows. Suddenly hearing the radio pick up again I hear. “Candy cane?” Lewis tells me to ignore it. Frowning fuller gets back into the car holding the room keys he passes me mine. He hears the radio and looks at me.

“Tell him your turning in for the night and your staying lone star motel room 17 if he wants to meet up”

I glare at him and shake my head. He pushes the radio into my hands and I hiss at him. I frown,before speaking. “Hey there, rusty,how have you been?” “Hey candy cane, I’m good, how bout you sweetheart” I can’t get over the shitty feeling..this is mean, so mean and I hate I’m a part of it. “I’m turning in for the night, if you wanna meet up I’ll be at the lone star…room 17” “well that would be a treat” fuller snickers “tell him to bring pink champagne” I sigh before speaking “and bring pink champagne..it’s my favourite” god this feels terrible..

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That was what led us here….sprinting through a corn field. I couldn’t find Lewis or Fuller anywhere. I glance down seeing my whole body covered in dirt. My hair sticks to my face due to sweat.

Frightened, I tried to make sense of the situation. My body was shaking so much, from the cold and adrenaline. Whispering, I tried to call for Lewis, but heard nothing. I walked through the field seeing the parked truck sitting in the middle of the field. I looked around and suddenly tripped, confused I looked down seeing..fuller laying in a puddle of blood. I gasped covering my mouth, tears forming in my eyes. My hands shook as I crouched and tried to shake him. This was my fault…I cried and stood up on shaky legs.

“Lewis…please answer” I whispered..I didn’t see him anywhere I lost him when we all split up. After walking a little further I spotted Lewis. I ran over to him and he hugged him. Crying into his chest I told him about fuller. He cussed and kicked the ground, before turning to me “were getting out of here ok just follow me”. Nodding I follow closely behind him.

He walked over to the truck, hopefully the keys were still in the ignition. Lewis went to step closer, but all I heard was the sound of a gun going off. I felt blood splatter all over me. I stood there frozen..lewis? I turn to look and see his body lying on the floor..his chest covered in blood… i feel a hand on my face, making me turn my head. I turn and see rusty..grinning

“Well there you are gorgeous…I’ve dealt with those mean boys..ya had me running around”

Looking down at me with a smirk he slides a thumb down my cheek. Before leaning down and smelling my hair. He inhales and sighs before standing up straight. He kicks Lewis' body before picking me up. Throwing me over his shoulder. I struggle in his grip panicking. “Now don’t worry sweetheart…ain’t nothing gonna happen to ya” he says before bringing me to the other side of the truck, setting me down in the passenger seat. He grabs some rope and ties my hands together. Before buckling me into the seat. He turns so he’s face to face with me, his eyes glinting.

“I think I promised you some stories..didn’t I sweetheart?”

#rusty nail joyride #rusty nail x reader #x reader #slashers #murder husbands

[ascendedheavenly6]

Meta out of this Alice in Wonderland Scan No.6

Scan from @restructuralcommittee!!

All information and interpretations will be a synthesis between the No.6 Novel & Manga + This Alice in Wonderland Analysis from the Lewis Carroll version!

*This whole analysis was copy-pasted from my Discord*

Shion as the White Rabbit!!

HONESTLY, THIS IS A GOOD CHOICE NGL. I remember someone said Shion acts like a catalyst of the story, one way or another. You know now as I read the novel, Shion is the catalyst to the titular No.6 as he learns and relearns and then his background and experience mesh up to shift the direction of the setting. Shion’s curiosity and nervous demeanor of ‘down the rabbit hole’ is really like him too Also— on the website on Alice in Wonderland analysis stuff, they noted White Rabbit’s

The White Rabbit is nervous and always in a hurry. However, he is confident enough about himself to contradict the King of Hearts.

This is also fitting because Shion’s position later on (and even before) as a prestigious figure and highlights Shion’s personality as prestigious but not prideful, I think? Or is the exposure of being the ‘new person’ in Alice’s human world that made him weird at first glance…?

Nezumi as the Mad Hatter-

Technically this makes sense on multiple faces. One on the fictional effects of people, even though there’s actually not a lot of info about Mad Hatter as far as I know, he (or at least his archetype) remains quite popular, I think that’s also the influence that Nezumi has on reader: some sprinkle of mysterious and interesting narrative. Two is that in the original Alice in Wonderland, I just found out that Mad Hatter isn’t the original name - it’s only Hatter or some variation of that - which is kind of like Nezumi’s identity like ‘masking, unintentionally?’

But also here there’s a bit about Mad Hatter that on other opinions is that he keeps changing his personality, but his devotion and eccentricity remain true. I think this speaks to Nezumi a lot because he sticks to his promises no matter what, and his presence has kind of a charm - whether it’s in the theatrical dramatic sense or genuine - there is a presence of Nezumi that makes him consequently, quite lonely, or becomes more significant (Eve, VC, or his knife skills, or his high empathy) that it’s kind of ironic when it touches his survival instinct to stay low

ANOTHER THING IN THE ANALYSIS STATES THAT

He occasionally is very rude and provokes Alice during the tea party. When he is called upon by the Queen, he is very nervous and frightened

That kinda fits Nezumi because I think that in the end he is still human and he expresses his fear of Shion pretty often

That kinda fits Nezumi because I think that in the end he is still human and he expresses his fear of Shion pretty often

Also apparently Mad Hatter is a term to describe workers who were poisoned by Mercury exposure? I haven’t thought about how this fits it but uh - the more you know.

Inukashi as Cheshire Cat

Okay for one, that’s a very contrasting choice considering what Inukashi has attached themselves to, but also there isn’t a prominent dog-like character in Alice as far as I know.

But - the analysis website, states that Cheshire Cat actually listens to Alice’s concerns and guides her toward Wonderland itself. Cheshire Cat is mischievous, yet also a guidance is a guidance figure too - quite explicitly. This characterization is something that I think Inukashi also has because Inukashi, lovingly raised in a cruel environment, would still lend a hand and also express care like when they interrogated Nezumi or eventually wished Shion and Nezumi to be back safely Also as a guide - could be looking at Inukashi’s role in baby Shion’s life too?

But I don’t want to go among mad people,’ Alice remarked. Oh, you can’t help that,’ said the Cat: we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.’ How do you know I’m mad?’ said Alice. You must be,’ said the Cat, or you wouldn’t have come here.’ Alice didn’t think that proved it at all; however, she went on And how do you know that you’re mad?’ To begin with,’ said the Cat, a dog’s not mad. You grant that?’ I suppose so,’ said Alice. Well, then,’ the Cat went on, you see, a dog growls when it’s angry, and wags its tail when it’s pleased. Now I growl when I’m pleased, and wag my tail when I’m angry. Therefore I’m mad.'

(sorry for the sucky format-)

Simple arguments but remain credible because one is a resident of that unknown place is also very Inukashi…

I’m sorry Rikiga but idk what the hell are you and I don’t wanna analyze you cause uh

#no.6 #no.6 novel #shion no.6 #nezumi no.6 #inukashi no.6 #rikiga no.6 #shion #nezumi #inukashi #rikiga #meta

[seabear87]

Just a quick fanfic from ages ago.

The grass was wet, he noted. But she didnt seem to mind, laying there and just moving her hand about where the fireflies would gather. She would draw her hand lazily through them, watch them disperse just to come back again.

He cleared his throat as he approached, but she didnt look over at him.

"Was wondering how long you were gonna stand there."

"I wasn't sure you wanted company." He muttered. "It has been a rather...weary week for you."

"Mm." Raine sighed. "Word travels fast."

"Small town, my dear. It doesnt take much to get the rumor mill running."

"Yeah well maybe they should just mind their own damn buisness."

He raised an eyebrow and watched her wave an irritated hand at a firefly.

"I see." Elliott rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, I suppose...I shall leave you to your musings, then."

He had turned to leave but he caught her lunging forward to sit up, scattering the lightning bugs all around.

The look she held on her face worried him, and the internal struggle seemed to take all her focus. Perhaps she wasnt aware of the expression that strained her already thin features, but for a moment he could see past the facade.

He didnt step away like he intended. How could he? He pulled a sigh in through his nose and moved closer and she had turned away from him.

"I'm sorry." He nodded at the apology, wincing as he pulled his jacket off to lay it on the wet grass. Yet another victim to the undergrowth, he cursed.

"I understand, Raine. You needn't get upset."

He sat next to her, smiling as the fireflies sensed the calm again and floated close.

"They always talk about him." Raine finally muttered, picking at the grass. "I hear Lewis bitching to Marnie about it but no one is willing to help."

Elliott nodded again, looking out past the cliff. He heard about the whole thing from Willy, but the old fisherman was good about glossing over the fine details.

"I haven't spoken much to Shane myself." he admitted, "The man is rather...abrasive."

"Hes an asshole."

He looked at her with a raised eyebrow and she shrugged.

"I suppose he is." He leaned back with a sigh. "Are you two close then?"

She barked a laugh, "No, no not at all. He used to come to the farm all the time when i was a kid and chase me around with foxtails and pull my hair and stuff."

A screaming little Raine in dirty overalls and messy hair. He couldnt help but smile.

"We had an old horse named Lucy that would chase him off the farm."

"She sounds protective."

"Lucy was short for Lucifer. Grandpa couldnt break him of biting so he just used him as a guard dog instead. He was fond of going for the butt."

Elliott tried his best not to laugh but when she started he couldnt resist.

"I feel for him." Elliott chucked, wiping a tear from his eye. "I'm surprised you two didnt garner a close friendship later."

"He would only be here for a summer. But I guess things didnt turn out so good." Raine leaned down and picked up a beetle. "Marnie isnt really his aunt, she was just a family friend I guess."

"Ah."

A comfortable silence fell, and Raine leaned back to lay on the grass again. Elliott watched as she raised her hand up towards the dark sky.

"There's a heaviness in the Valley, you know?" Raine muttered. "Its been weighing on me since i got here."

"Is it the valley, or just the burdens we bear?"

He caught the sad smile.

"Probably."

"You dont need to bear them alone, Raine." Elliott said, leaning over her. "I know that perhaps i dont have Shanes... Illustrious history with you, but you've become one of my closest friends. I want you to be able to come to me if you need anything."

He frowned as her lip trembled ever so slightly, and to save her embarrassment he sat back up.

"Ill...take you up on that."

#stardew valley #stardew fanart #stardew elliott #stardew valley elliott #stardew fic #fanfic

[piwizzy]

Berserk: Griffith as Pure Evil

"Only the Greatest of all can make Himself small enough to enter Hell. For the higher a thing is, the lower it can descend — man can sympathize with a horse but a horse cannot sympathize with a rat."

C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce.

If someone asked me why Griffith was my favorite villain of all time, it'd be for myriad reasons. I think he's excellently written in so many ways; a textbook example of not realizing you're in a bad relationship until it's too late, a classic malignant narcissist, an extreme amongst extremes. He's one of the most believably evil characters I've seen in a long time.

(Look at him, in all of his punchable glory.)

A relatively common argument I've seen amongst Berserk fans is that Griffith and Femto are two separate individuals. I'll admit: I subscribed to this myself for a brief period, although in a more Kirkbridian way than most. My idea was that Femto and King Griffith of Falconia were two parts of a larger GRIFFITH oversoul, kind of like Akatosh, Alduin, and Auri-El making up AKA-TUSK. I don't subscribe to this anymore, but I think the idea is pretty cool.

Anyways: Griffith. Not Femto. Not after the Eclipse. Griffith. Golden Age-era Griffith.

He's already a horrible person. I said it, I'll continue to say it. By the first time we see him, Griffith is an awful human being. He's already a textbook example of a malignant narcissist and an abuser, constantly manipulating and demanding the respect of people around him, lacking empathy for nearly anybody, treating the people he's supposed to care about more like dogs than people, only truly befriending people he thinks are "worthy" of his respect (i.e. only Guts), and so on. By the time we see him in the Eclipse, Griffith has already shed away any of his few redeeming qualities.

I've seen an argument before that Griffith is "morally gray". I could not disagree more. Griffith is pure evil. He's a power-hungry control freak of a narcissist, blinded by his own ambition and self-righteousness to even consider the people around him. This didn't go unnoticed, either. Judeau noticed it:

And later, when Griffith attempted to strangle Guts (something not even Guts noticed):

And finally, he's unsure how to classify Griffith:

I quite like the description here of being unable to tell if Griffith is "a child or an adult".

We know very little about Griffith's past. All we know is that he was born in poverty but always had an ambition to become a king. I think that it's rather likely Griffith was raised as an orphan; he had nobody to look up to except for the king in his castle, who he wanted to be just like one day.

Griffith is tragic. He wants companionship, but it can never be given to him. He makes mistakes, but never learns from them and instead only blames other people. At the same time, though, he's evil. He's completely focused on power of any kind to the point of raping two women and sacrificing the entirety of the Band solely for his own personal benefit. He grooms and then pressures Charlotte into having sex with him (read: rapes her) because he was emotionally lashing out and because he wanted a chance to become King, not because he had any sort of emotional attachment to her. Likewise, he raped Casca solely to hold some sort of power over her and Guts and also solely to spite Guts. He's petty, he's always been petty, and he will continue to be petty.

I'm a firm believer that he goaded the King on knowing damn well what would happen, or at least having a pretty good idea. He doesn't react in the slightest when he learns that Guts killed a child during his assassination mission. He single-handedly retakes Doldrey, impregnable for over nearly 100 years, putting full faith in his own abilities. While this proved fortuitous, what if it didn't? This was a gamble Griffith was lucky enough to win. He's impulsive. He continues to be impulsive even after the Eclipse, even to his own detriment.

When Griffith is arrested and tortured, he doesn't blame himself. He can't blame himself. He's a narcissist. He never makes mistakes! This... this was Guts's fault! If Guts didn't leave, then...

Griffith repeated that mantra for an entire year while his body and mind were both crippled. He suffered the ultimate ego death: and unlike Guts, who persevered and became stronger for it, Griffith allowed his impulses and emotions to get the better of him.

This scene has a lot of people on a lot of sides. Personally, I think this is Griffith's last little semblance of humanity clashing with the rise of Femto in his mind. He wants to rape Casca here. He wants that power back. He wants control. It is so tantalizingly close, if only he could move his body... but then Casca shows compassion to him. She shows Griffith that he is still loved despite his injuries and his failures. After a moment, Griffith acquiesces. He stops his impulses from taking over his mind, for the first time in... who knows how long, honestly.

It nearly works, too. Guts almost stays, but Casca pushes him away. She tells Guts to take his own path. Guts agrees, and this enrages Griffith. Guts betrayed him. Casca betrayed him. Who else could he fall on? He couldn't even fall on himself.

His ego is dead. His dream is dead.

Griffith sees what life would be like if he doesn't take the Godhand's offer in the Eclipse. He would remain human; he'd be taken care of by Guts and Casca, who are raising a little Guts Jr. and living a happy life. He'd still be disabled and spiteful, but he'd be human. He'd be... normal.

Griffith doesn't want that. Griffith can't have that. He wants to be King. He needs to be King. He needs to be someone. He can't be no-one.

If he's normal, then he's nothing at all.

"Satan; so call him now, his former name Is heard no more in heaven."

John Milton, Paradise Lost

#berserk #griffith #griffith berserk #essay #character study #character analysis #in this essay i will

[istumpysk]

Operation Stumpy Re-Read

AFFC: Jaime V (Chapter 33)

Ser Daven's [Daven Lannister, Warden of the West] gaze went to Jaime's stump. "So it's true. The bastards took your sword hand."

[...]

"Was it Catelyn Stark who took it?"

"Vargo Hoat." Where do these tales come from?

"The Qohorik?" Ser Daven spat. "That's for him and all his Brave Companions. I told your father I would forage for him, but he refused me. Some tasks are fit for lions, he said, but foraging is best left for goats and dogs."

Once again, let's all take a moment to appreciate how well this worked out.

By the end of this series, the author is going to make sure the reader understands every decision Tywin Lannister ever made in his life was wrong.

+.+.+

"I'm Lewys Piper, if it please my lord."

"I beat your brother bloody in a mêlée once. The runty little fool took offense when I asked him if that was his sister dancing naked on his shield."

"She's the sigil of our House. We don't have a sister."

He he.

+.+.+

Jaime lifted his own cup left-handed and took a swallow. The warmth spread through his chest. "You were speaking of the Freys you wanted dead. Ryman, Edwyn, Emmon . . ."

"And Walder Rivers," Daven said, "that whoreson. Hates that he's a bastard, and hates everyone who's not. Ser Perwyn seems a decent fellow, though, might as well spare him. The women too. I'm to marry one, I hear. Your father might have seen fit to consult with me about this marriage, by the bye. My own father was treating with Paxter Redwyne before Oxcross, did you know? Redwyne has a nicely dowered daughter . . ."

That's the second time Desmera Redwyne has been inserted into this book. Samwell was also supposed to marry her.

And more Frey business!

Are we giving Ser Perwyn Good Frey status then? Sure, why not. Someone remember that name, because I won't.

A poster on Reddit was kind enough to make a Frey line of succession that goes all the way down to Big Walder Frey (#30!). Remember Big Walder Frey?

Little Walder objected. "And neither of us will ever hold the Twins, stupid."

"I will," Big Walder declared. - Bran I, ACOK

I'm in love with the idea of that being foreshadowing, so we're going to track it.

Daven names Ryman, Edwyn, Emmon, and Walder Rivers as Freys he wants to see dead. Count on it happening.

Ryman Frey (previously 2nd in line) will soon be killed.

We don't care about Walder Rivers, so that leaves Edwyn, and Emmon.

Progress! We're making progress.

+.+.+

When Jaime had taken his leave of Lady Amerei, she had been weeping softly at the dissolution of her marriage whilst letting Lyle Crakehall console her. Her tears had not troubled him half so much as the hard looks on the faces of her kin as they stood about the yard. "I hope you do not intend to take vows as well, coz," he said to Daven. "The Freys are prickly where marriage contracts are concerned. I would hate to disappoint them again."

Oh yeah, I totally forgot this is another broken marriage contract. Bwah!

+.+.+

Ser Daven snorted. "I'll wed and bed my stoat, never fear. I know what happened to Robb Stark. From what Edwyn tells me, though, I'd best pick one who hasn't flowered yet, or I'm like to find that Black Walder has been there first. I'll wager he's had Gatehouse Ami, and more than thrice. Maybe that explains Lancel's godliness, and his father's mood."

Are you telling me Black Walder is de-flowering all his blood relatives?

+.+.+

"I would, but where to begin? Whilst I've been building rams and siege towers, Ryman Frey has raised a gibbet. Every day at dawn he brings forth Edmure Tully, drapes a noose around his neck, and threatens to hang him unless the castle yields. The Blackfish pays his mummer's show no mind, so come evenfall Lord Edmure is taken down again.

I'm sorry, I love Blackfish, lol.

+.+.+

His wife's with child, did you know?"

He hadn't. "Edmure bedded her, after the Red Wedding?"

"He was bedding her during the Red Wedding. Roslin's a pretty little thing, hardly stoatish at all. And fond of Edmure, queerly. Perwyn tells me she's praying for a girl."

Jaime considered that a moment. "Once Edmure's son is born, Lord Walder will have no more need of Edmure."

"That's how I see it too. Our good-uncle Emm . . . ah, Lord Emmon, that is . . . he wants Edmure hanged at once. The presence of a Tully Lord of Riverrun distresses him almost as much as the prospective birth of yet another. Daily he beseeches me to make Ser Ryman dangle Tully, never mind how. Meanwhile, I have Lord Gawen Westerling tugging at my other sleeve. The Blackfish has his lady wife inside the castle, along with three of his snot-nosed whelps. His lordship fears Tully will kill them if the Freys hang Edmure. One of them is the Young Wolf's little queen."

Jaime had met Jeyne Westerling, he thought, though he could not recall what she looked like. She must be fair indeed, to have been worth a kingdom. "Ser Brynden won't kill children," he assured his cousin.

Ser Brynden won't, but something else might? You never know what pack of animals you might run into near the Golden Tooth.

Nobody can produce an heir in this story, and then there's Edmure Tully. We still don't know the sex, but on the show it was a boy.

+.+.+

Ser Daven shook his head. "The Blackfish expelled all the useless mouths from Riverrun and picked this country clean. He has enough stores to keep man and horse alive for two full years."

I know this was wrong, but I so desperately want him to succeed, I'm having a difficult time holding it against him. Fight on, Blackfish!

+.+.+

Half the men I send off to look for food do not return. Some are deserting. Others we find ripening under trees, with ropes about their necks."

"We came on some, the day before last," said Jaime. Addam Marbrand's scouts had found them, hanging black-faced beneath a crabapple tree. The corpses had been stripped naked, and each man had a crabapple shoved between his teeth. None bore any wounds; plainly, they had yielded. Strongboar had grown furious at that, vowing bloody vengeance on the heads of any men who would truss up warriors to die like suckling pigs.

Is the Brotherhood treating enemies like food now?

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"It might have been outlaws," Ser Daven said, when Jaime told the tale, "or not. There are still bands of northmen about. And these Lords of the Trident may have bent their knees, but methinks their hearts are still . . . wolfish."

It's easy to forget the riverlands remain as committed to seceding as the north.

That's made clear throughout this chapter.

Your lightning lord's not the only man who knows how to tie a noose. Don't get me started on Lord Beric. He's here, he's there, he's everywhere, but when you send men after him, he melts away like dew. The river lords are helping him, never doubt it.

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Jaime glanced at his two younger squires, who were hovering near the braziers pretending not to listen. Lewys Piper and Garrett Paege were both the sons of river lords. He had grown fond of both of them and would hate to have to give them to Ser Ilyn.

Feeling sad about having to kill your squires, because of the actions of their fathers. This is what a redemption arc looks like, folks.

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Ser Daven put his wine cup down. "My scouts report fires in the high places at night. Signal fires, they think . . . as if there were a ring of watchers all around us. And there are fires in the villages as well. Some new god . . ."

I support any rebellion, even if a bloodthirsty dead thing is in charge.

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"I mean to offer him [Blackfish] generous terms." If he could end this siege without bloodshed, then it could not be said that he had taken up arms against House Tully.

In my world, laying siege to their ancestral castle counts.

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"How is Cersei? As beautiful as ever?"

"Radiant." 

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Last night he dreamed he'd found her fucking Moon Boy. He'd killed the fool and smashed his sister's teeth to splinters with his golden hand, just as Gregor Clegane had done to poor Pia. In his dreams Jaime always had two hands; one was made of gold, but it worked just like the other. 

Still tormented by Moon Boy. Hahahaha.

You're allowed to laugh at this, because he would never hurt her.

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"The sooner we are done with Riverrun, the sooner I'll be back at Cersei's side." What Jaime would do then he did not know.

He won't tell you, but I will.

They'll have sex, and make another baby.

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Across the river wolves were howling, and the wind was gusting through a stand of willows, making their branches writhe and whisper. 

BRAN?!

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Jaime found Ser Ilyn Payne alone outside his tent, honing his greatsword with a whetstone. "Come," he said, and the silent knight rose, smiling thinly. He enjoys this, he realized. It pleases him to humiliate me nightly. It might please him even more to kill me.

Guys, help, I like Ilyn Payne.

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For a little while Jaime had the better of it. Perhaps his old skill was coming back, he allowed himself to think. Perhaps tonight it would be Payne who went to sleep bruised and bloody.

It was as if Ser Ilyn heard his thoughts. He parried Jaime's last cut lazily and launched a counterattack that drove Jaime back into the river, where his boot slipped out from under him in the mud. He ended on his knees, with the silent knight's sword at his throat and his own lost in the reeds.

I don't have much faith Jaime's going to be a strong swordsman by the end of this series.

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He made that clacking sound that might have been a laugh and drew his sword up Jaime's throat till the point came to rest between his lips. Only then did he step back and sheathe his steel.

What a dick, lol.

Anyway, throat and lips. Incheresting.

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The Tully castle looked like a great stone ship with its prow pointed downriver. Its sandstone walls were drenched in red-gold light, and seemed higher and thicker than Jaime had remembered. This nut will not crack easily, he thought gloomily. If the Blackfish would not listen, he would have no choice but to break the vow he'd made to Catelyn Stark. The vow he'd sworn his king came first.

You might be dead if it wasn't for that vow to Catelyn Stark, but I digress.

In his mind, he serves House Lannister first and foremost, never forget that.

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"Ser Ryman don't want his boys getting bored, so he gives them whores and cockfights and boar baiting," Ser Daven said. "He's even got himself a bloody singer. Our aunt brought Whitesmile Wat from Lannisport, if you can believe it, so Ryman had to have a singer too. Couldn't we just dam the river and drown the whole lot of them, coz?"

Many have predicted Whitesmile Wat will be the TWOW Prologue POV. Solid guess.

Ser Ryman's singer is Tom of Sevenstreams. The Brotherhood without Banners have infiltrated.

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Jaime could see archers moving behind the merlons on the castle ramparts. Above them streamed the banners of House Tully, the silver trout defiant on its striped field of red and blue. But the highest tower flew a different flag; a long white standard emblazoned with the direwolf of Stark. 

Fly those banners! I believe in you Blackfish!

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"The first time I saw Riverrun, I was a squire green as summer grass," Jaime told his cousin. "Old Sumner Crakehall sent me to deliver a message, one he swore could not be entrusted to a raven. Lord Hoster kept me for a fortnight whilst mulling his reply, and sat me beside his daughter Lysa at every meal."

Pretty sure Tywin arranged that trip.

"I once hoped to marry your brother to Lysa Tully, but Aerys named Jaime to his Kingsguard before the arrangements were complete. When I suggested to Lord Hoster that Lysa might be wed to you instead, he replied that he wanted a whole man for his daughter." - Tyrion III, ASOS

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"Oh, Lysa was not so fearsome as all that." She had been a pretty girl, in truth; dimpled and delicate, with long auburn hair. Timid, though. Prone to tongue-tied silences and fits of giggles, with none of Cersei's fire. Her older sister had seemed more interesting, though Catelyn was promised to some northern boy, the heir of Winterfell . . . but at that age, no girl interested Jaime half so much as Hoster's famous brother, who had won renown fighting the Ninepenny Kings upon the Stepstones. 

🗣 Gayyyyy.

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Jaime noted the banners of Lychester and Vance, of Roote and Goodbrook, the acorns of House Smallford and Lord Piper's dancing maiden, but the banners he did not see gave him pause. The silver eagle of Mallister was nowhere in evidence; nor the red horse of Bracken, the willow of the Rygers, the twining snakes of Paege. Though all had renewed their fealty to the Iron Throne, none had come to join the siege. The Brackens were fighting the Blackwoods, Jaime knew, which accounted for their absence, but as for the rest . . .

Our new friends are no friends at all. Their loyalty goes no deeper than their skins.

It's a Grand Riverlands Conspiracy!

I don't understand how the north will be independent without the riverlands joining them. There's something off about this Game of Thrones ending.

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Pia was fussing at a brazier, trying to light the coals. Peck went to help her. Of late, Jaime oft went to sleep to the sound of them fucking in a corner of the tent. 

I hope it's annoying.

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Jaime hugged her [Genna Lannister] dutifully and waited for her to pinch his ear. She had been pinching his ear for as long as he could remember, but today she forbore. Instead, she planted soft and sloppy kisses on his cheeks. "I am sorry for your loss."

"I had a new hand made, of gold." He showed her.

"Very nice. Will they make you a gold father too?" Lady Genna's voice was sharp. "Tywin was the loss I meant."

Lol.

"I am sorry for your loss as well, Joffrey," the dwarf said.

"What loss?"

"Your royal father? A large fierce man with a black beard; you'll recall him if you try. He was king before you." - Sansa I, ACOK

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A pinkish froth glistened on Ser Emmon's lips when he spoke, courtesy of the sourleaf he liked to chew.

Everyone say goodbye to Emmon Frey, Lord of Riverrun.

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"His [Cleos Frey, son of Genna Lannister] bones should be interred beneath the Rock, in the Hall of Heroes," Lady Genna declared. "Where was he laid to rest?"

Nowhere. The Bloody Mummers stripped his corpse and left his flesh to feast the carrion crows. "Beside a stream," he lied. "When this war is done, I will find the place and send him home." Bones were bones; these days, nothing was easier to come by.

He has good intentions, but I would be infuriated if I ever learned those bones didn't belong to my son. And I'm not even sentimental about dead bodies.

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"This war . . ." Lord Emmon cleared his throat, the apple in his throat moving up and down. "You will have seen the siege machines. Rams, trebuchets, towers. It will not serve, Jaime. Daven means to break my walls, smash in my gates. He talks of burning pitch, of setting the castle afire. My castle." He reached up one sleeve, brought out a parchment, and thrust it at Jaime's face. "I have the decree. Signed by the king, by Tommen, see, the royal seal, the stag and lion. I am the lawful lord of Riverrun, and I will not have it reduced to a smoking ruin."

Make it a good death, George. Use your imagination.

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"Ser Jaime, your lord father's faith in me was well placed, you shall see. I mean to be firm but fair with my new vassals. Blackwood and Bracken, Jason Mallister, Vance and Piper, they shall learn that they have a just overlord in Emmon Frey. My father as well, yes. He is the Lord of the Crossing, but I am the Lord of Riverrun. A son has a duty to obey his father, true, but a bannerman must obey his overlord."

Oh, gods be good. "You are not his overlord, ser. Read your parchment. You were granted Riverrun with its lands and incomes, no more. Petyr Baelish is the Lord Paramount of the Trident. Riverrun will be subject to the rule of Harrenhal."

That did not please Lord Emmon.

The only time I've smiled after being reminded of this.

It will flip back, but don't ask me to explain how the King of Westeros and the Lord Paramount of the Trident will rule from the same region.

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Tyrion used to say that Lord Tywin had given him a nervous belly for a wedding gift. Genna has played her part as well. Jaime remembered many a feast where Emmon sat poking at his food sullenly whilst his wife made ribald jests with whatever household knight had been seated to her left, their conversations punctuated by loud bursts of laughter. She gave Frey four sons, to be sure. At least she says they are his. No one in Casterly Rock had the courage to suggest otherwise, least of all Ser Emmon.

What am I supposed to do with this information?

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"Once Emm heard he was a lord, he had to come at once to claim his seat." Lady Genna took a drink and wiped her mouth on her sleeve. "Your father should have granted us Darry. Cleos married one of the plowman's daughters, you will recall. His grieving widow is furious that her sons were not granted her lord father's lands. Gatehouse Ami is Darry only on her mother's side. My good-daughter Jeyne is her aunt, a full sister to Lady Mariya."

"A younger sister," Jaime reminded her, "and Ty will have Riverrun, a greater prize than Darry."

"A poisoned prize. House Darry is extinguished in the male line, House Tully is not. That muttonhead Ser Ryman puts a noose round Edmure's neck, but will not hang him. And Roslin Frey has a trout growing in her belly. My grandsons will never be secure in Riverrun so long as any Tully heir remains alive."

She was not wrong, Jaime knew. "If Roslin has a girl—"

"—she can wed Ty, provided old Lord Walder will consent. Yes, I've thought of that. A boy is just as likely, though, and his little cock would cloud the issue.

[...]

Tywin should have granted Riverrun to Kevan and Darry to Emm. I would have told him so if he had troubled to ask me, but when did your father ever consult with anyone but Kevan?

See, even Genna knows Tywin's a doofus.

+.+.+

And if Ser Brynden should survive this siege, he might be inclined to claim Riverrun in his own name . . . or in the name of young Robert Arryn."

Oh wow, what is that? Should he survive the siege? Dot, dot, dot?. . .

Go to the Vale, Brynden. Please oh please go to the Vale, Brynden. They know you there, Brynden. Return to your gate, Brynden. Get yourself an army, Brynden. Go get your great-niece great-nephew, Brynden.

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"Reasons?" Lady Genna made a rude noise. "They had best be good reasons. The Swords and Stars troubled even the Targaryens. The Conqueror himself tread carefully with the Faith, so they would not oppose him. And when Aegon died and the lords rose up against his sons, both orders were in the thick of that rebellion. The more pious lords supported them, and many of the smallfolk. King Maegor finally had to put a bounty on them. He paid a dragon for the head of any unrepentant Warrior's Son, and a silver stag for the scalp of a Poor Fellow, if I recall my history. Thousands were slain, but nigh as many still roamed the realm, defiant, until the Iron Throne slew Maegor and King Jaehaerys agreed to pardon all those who would set aside their swords."

"I'd forgotten most of that," Jaime confessed.

"You and your sister both." 

Genna Lannister at family dinners:

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"What would you counsel?"

She gave a ponderous shrug. "Emm wants Edmure's head off. For once, he may be right. Ser Ryman has made us a laughingstock with that gibbet of his. You need to show Ser Brynden that your threats have teeth."

I desperately hope that guarantees Edmure will be a big problem for them in the future.

That man is not making it to Casterly Rock.

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"I mean to offer him good terms."

"Terms require trust. The Freys murdered guests beneath their roof, and you, well . . . I mean no offense, my love, but you did kill a certain king you had sworn to protect."

"And I'll kill the Blackfish if he does not yield." His tone was harsher than he'd intended, but he was in no mood for having Aerys Targaryen thrown in his face.

"How, with your tongue?" Her voice was scornful.

Lol, thank you.

+.+.+

Is it true that Cersei burned the Red Keep?"

"Only the Tower of the Hand."

So far.

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She pushed herself to her feet. "I've said what I came to say, I shan't take any more of your time. Do what Tywin would have done."

"Did you love him?" Jaime heard himself ask.

His aunt looked at him strangely. "I was seven when Walder Frey persuaded my lord father to give my hand to Emm. His second son, not even his heir. Father was himself a thirdborn son, and younger children crave the approval of their elders. Frey sensed that weakness in him, and Father agreed for no better reason than to please him. My betrothal was announced at a feast with half the west in attendance. Ellyn Tarbeck laughed and the Red Lion went angry from the hall. The rest sat on their tongues. 

Is this one of the reasons they rebelled?

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Only Tywin dared speak against the match. A boy of ten. Father turned as white as mare's milk, and Walder Frey was quivering." She smiled. "How could I not love him, after that? That is not to say that I approved of all he did, or much enjoyed the company of the man that he became . . . but every little girl needs a big brother to protect her. Tywin was big even when he was little."

Yes. :)

+.+.+

She gave a sigh. "Who will protect us now?"

Jaime kissed her cheek. "He left a son."

"Aye, he did. That is what I fear the most, in truth."

That was a queer remark. "Why should you fear?"

"Jaime," she said, tugging on his ear, "sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna's breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there's some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak . . . but Tyrion is Tywin's son, not you.

If you needed any more evidence that Tyrion Lannister is a major antagonist in this story, there it is.

Final thoughts:

As much as I love the twins, I've recently discovered there's such thing as too much Lannister.

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Shels I can’t stop thinking about domming Daniel with Lewis because Lewis would DEFINITELY be able to manhandle Daniel and throw him around like a rag doll… maybe it’s not even planned- you’re scening with lil subby baby Danny and Lewis is domming him with you, you climb onto the bed whilst Lewis is making out with Daniel, Lewis then decides- to save time because Dan is already verging on the edge of subspace where coordination becomes impossible- decides to pick Daniel up and just throw him onto the bed….. and Dan’s brain just completely malfunctions because wow that was just……. Of course you and Lewis notice his reaction and when you asked him if he liked that, he flushes red but nods eagerly. Safe to say manhandling is something you incorporate regularly, whether it’s holding him down, pushing him around, or straight up throwing him like a sack of potatoes…

Also, when Dan realised that both you and Lewis can pick him up without too much struggle (albeit Lewis slightly more than you….) he’s never walking anywhere again… all he has to do is flash those puppy dog eyes at either of you and raise his arms, and suddenly he’s being carried around like the princess he is -🐬

Ok I swear I answered this yesterday? But sometimes tumblr does this fun thing where it mistakes the post button for the delete button but doesn’t inform me of this so I wrote this and it simply floated into the atmosphere.

So uh... round two! Because this ask is so fucking good it’s worthy of me rewriting my answer. I went into SO much background detail cause I’m kinda obsessed so the rewrite is now an essay. Have fun.

I think it might start with you and Lewis together? And Daniel is just.... absolutely obsessed with you both. You’re the most attractive couple he’s ever seen. And he’s determined to get at least one threesome.

So naturally his plan is to be utterly insufferable for as long as need be until one of you backs him up against a wall and kisses him breathless.

You and Lewis had talked about it, because Daniel was anything but subtle. And you both agreed that yeah, yeah a threesome with Daniel is not an opportunity either of you can pass up.

So that’s how it starts. Daniel is kinda just a fuck buddy that gets welcomed into your bed whenever he wants (which is to say, every race weekend that he sees you’re at the track with Lewis, he will magically turn up at your hotel room with two packs of condoms and neither you nor Lewis ever find out how he knows the hotel room).

People tend to assume that Daniel is dominant, and maybe that’s true for his other sexual partners. But with you and Lewis, that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Daniel would like one thing and one thing only: to be absolutely wrecked. He would like to be a pretty fuck toy and have no thoughts whatsoever. You and Lewis are already a power couple, someone needs to be the pretty arm Candy who gets fucked every night and Daniel is more than happy to fulfil that role.

To be honest I don’t think the d/s aspect would be very intricate, at least not at first. Daniel would like to be fucked silly, he would like to not have to think, he would like to be allowed to fall into subspace and know he’s going to be looked after afterwards.

He had spent enough time with you and Lewis when he was trying to get in your pants to know that you and Lewis would take good care of him. That’s all he really wants.

So manhandling? Incredible. He loses his little mind the first time.

Sometimes, I think Daniel wants to be fucked so badly thst he loses all coordination and common sense, just bends himself over the nearest surface, shakes his little ass to try and prove his point.

You’re more than happy to grab the strap and fuck him wherever. Lewis, however, is more of a traditionalist in that sense. He wants to fuck Daniel on the bed. And only the bed.

Which leads to many times where you’ve found them making out in the hallways on the way to the bedroom, because Daniel got impatient and wanted a kiss now.

One time, you’re watching them attempt to get to the bedroom without tripping over each other, you’re on the bed, watching as they stumble down the passage when Lewis seems to get too impatient and just.... picks Daniel up and carries him to the bed.

He throws Daniel onto the bed, right into your arms and you can see how shocked Daniel is.

You ask him if he’s okay, scared that Lewis might have overstepped. But Daniel just nods and smiles, clearly very happy with the situation.

And then it just... becomes a thing.

You and Lewis manhandle Daniel all the time, just moving around all the time and Daniel couldn’t be happier. He is truly living his best, horny life.

#poly!lewis/daniel #sub!daniel #poly!dom/dom/sub #dr #lh #nsfw. #f!reader #🐬