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corvus--rex · 3 months

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bodyguard au, trans omega Keith/alpha Lance

I started this and it got away from me, so this is the original unedited twt thread. whenI have the spoons again I'll finish and post the second part to twt first and then here and then the rest (along with the expanded parts 1&2 will be posted to ao3.

Also, there is a description of a nsfm image so...

Keith needed a bodyguard. The vocalist/guitarist of Marmora had a stalker and it had reached a point he couldn't ignore, not when he'd been sent pictures of himself in his own home - pictures taken at different times of the day, doing anything and nothing.

Given that he was both trans and an omega, he'd dealt with shitty fans before, but this was terrifying. it had started over social media, unsettling comments on the band's posts that shifted to Keith's public accounts. For every account that was blocked, another took its place, and the comments continued.

But that morning he'd found the manila envelope on his doorstep, well inside the safety of his security system. He almost threw the envelope in the fireplace, not wanting to know what was in it, but curiosity got the better of him. Over a dozen blown up photos, all in black and white, taken from a different place each time.

There was one of him rolling around in the backyard with his huge husky mix Kosmo, one of him sprawled across his sofa late at night, the glow of the tv lighting his face, sitting at the huge kitchen island, coffee in one hand and his phone in the other, one from his bedroom, fresh from a shower with nothing but a towel loosely wrapped around his hips, several others he only glanced at.

After the post-shower picture, they increased in intimacy until the last in the pile, another from his bedroom, naked, back arched and head thrown back as he came, his favorite knotting toy in clear view stretching his soaked pussy.

Keith stared at it, knowing exactly when that was taken. It was the night his last heat had started, his nest only half made before the first wave hit. He pushed the photo away, dislodging a single sheet of printer paper and sending it to the floor. He picked it up, dropping it to the island's surface when he saw what was on it.

Beautiful. You'll look even more exquisite screaming my name. Soon, darling. I'll have you very soon.

Minutes later, Keith was pulling out of his driveway, nearly crashing into his own gate in his desperation to get away from his own house. Kosmo whined in the backseat, but Keith was too afraid to leave him there alone or be without him. He hadn't managed to put the photos or message back into the envelope, and the image of him with Kosmo stared at him from the passenger seat. He forced himself to focus on the road, not looking away until he reached his manager's office building.

Once inside, he walked past Kolivan's admin and straight into his office, not caring who could be in there. Fortunately, his manager was alone, a spreadsheet of Marmora's upcoming tour and appearances on his monitor. Keith threw the stack of photos, emtpy folder, and typed message on Kolivan's pristine desk. He didn't realize he was shaking until Kosmo pulled on his sleeve, dragging him to the sofa.

"What's this?" Kolivan asked, but stopped when he looked through the first few pictures.

Keith had kept them in the same order they'd been in, note included, and said without looking up from Kosmo's head on his lap, "Keep going."

Kolivan handled each photograph carefully, taking in each image until he got to the last one. "Your bed doesn't face the windows and the curtains are drawn. How was this taken?"

Keith buried his fingers in the thick fur of Kosmo's neck. "I don't know. You-you don't think they've gotten inside do you? Set up cameras I don't know about?"

"I certainly hope not, but we can find out. Let me make a few calls." He picked up his phone, turning back to Keith once he'd found the contact he wa looking for. "I know a good private investigator. But with everything and then this," he gestured at the pile of photos and that note he'd stayed silent on, although Keith saw the rage in his hazel eyes, "I'm getting you a bodyguard, no arguments."

"Won't get any from me on that."

TBC…

divider/warning banner credit @cafekitsune

#my writing #keith kogane #lance mcclain #keith x lance #klance #preklance #he'll be there in the next part #trans keith #omega keith #alpha lance #vld keith #vld lance #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender

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obsessivevoidkitten · 5 months

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Wrongful Imprisonment

Male Alpha Yandere Prisoner x Omega Male Reader CW: Noncon, imprisonment, prison setting, knotting, mating cycles, a/b/o, rut/heat, knotting, size difference, ass eaten like it's groceries, general yandere behavior Word Count: 2k (Sorry this took so long.)

You never thought you would find yourself in prison. But there you were. Locked away in a minimum security facility.

You were innocent. When your home was raided you had no idea there were drugs there. Your boyfriend at the time had put all the blame on you to escape punishment.

What's worse was that you were an omega sentenced to a mixed facility full of alphas. Since male omegas were so rare no one bothered to make separate facilities for them.

They forcefully drugged away your heats to the best of their ability but the meds had side effects on your mood and gave you dizzy spells. And they weren't perfect. Even without a heat a faint scent of omega peaked through. During heats it was a bit more pronounced.

To some of the alphas who had been there for years it was enough to get their interest. And they were not men whose interest you wanted.

It was terrifying. The cells had no doors so you were in constant fear that you'd wake up with a rapist over you.

The guards were no help. You did your best to avoid all of the alphas of ill intent for as long as you could manage it, but one time you were cornered.

They had followed you in from the yard and crept up behind you. You flailed, scratched, and bit but they didn't take your struggles well and beat you until you stopped fighting.

You could hear them snickering as one slammed his knee into your gut before giving you two brutal punches to the face. You doubled over in pain, your nose bloody and tears cascading down your swollen face.

"Just be a good cock sleeve and stay still"

You felt your pants being yanked down to your knees.

"Look at how tight it's pussy is!"

You prepared for the worst, unable to eek out any pleas over your ragged sobs of hurt and fear.

But the worst never happened. Instead you heard growling followed by hisses and cries of pain.

Your pants were pulled up and you were helped onto your shaky feet.

In front of you stood a sweaty mountain of a man. He was about your age. Tan skin and red hair. All muscle. Probably spent every free moment lifting weights.

Which wasn't really true. Lately he also spent a lot of time watching you from a distance. Trying to get to know the one who's scent called to him so strongly despite the suppressants.

"Th-tha-th-" You tried to mutter a thanks, but your assault and near rate had sent you into a full panic attack.

"Shhh, don't try to talk. It's okay."

His green eyes stared into yours as he inspected your facial injuries. Nothing was broken.

He gently led you back to his doorless cell. The cells had a lot of traffic. You were a bit nervous but you were more scared to be alone and if he had wanted to hurt you he could have.

At least, that's what you had thought. Though you were completely unaware of how badly he wanted to bend you over and fill your body full of his seed. Unlike the brutes from before though he at least wanted you to moan and cling to him while he did it.

He introduced himself and you managed to return the courtesy once your sobs had lessened.

His name was Lance.

And over the months you spent in prison the two of you had become very close.

He kept you within his sight at all times and made sure you were safe. The two of you even managed to have it arranged where you could share the same cell so he could protect you at night and prevent you from getting a bad roommate.

Lance also rubbed all your clothes every morning on him so they had his scent to keep you safe.

The alpha even had the idea to give you a claiming bite just to make sure no one would try anything.

You allowed him to do so, you didn't think it meant anything. In fact, he had reassured you that it hadn't. It was just another measure to protect you.

Of course that wasn't how the alpha saw it at all. Even though he hadn't bed you he considered you his mate. And really, if anything, the fact you were so naïve about it only proved that he was taking the correct course of action.

You were too trusting and soft. That's how you had ended up there in the first place. That's why those vermin tried to get their unworthy hands on you.

You were his mate. Even if you didn't know it yet. You needed him.

And he needed you too. Your scent and personality drove him to keep you safe. So kind. A perfect mate for him. You were the only light in his otherwise miserable existence. To say that you were as essential as oxygen to him would be an understatement.

And after he saved you from those lesser alphas his instincts screamed that he owned you. He had won you in a physical contest.

The alpha just had to calm himself down and be patient. He would get you gradually. He was confident he was almost there.

Until you got the news that you were being released early because new evidence had come to light.

Lance feigned joy at the news.

"I am glad... a place like this really isn't for a person like you..."

"Yeah! And now I won't have to be such a burden to you anymore either! Thanks for helping me so much Lance, you're a great friend. I'll miss you."

Inwardly Lance wanted to go on a rampage. His mate was being taken away from him! He wouldn't be able to protect you. Someone might try to hurt you and touch you with hands unworthy of your skin.

The mere thought filled him with unbridled anger.

Lance knew what he had to do.

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It had been just a couple months since your release and you were adjusting about as well as could be expected for someone in your situation.

You had been money from a settlement for being falsely imprisoned so finances weren't an issue. But you had no friends on the outside anymore. You had nothing to do.

And the ptsd from over a year of living like an animal was immense.

The hardest thing to adjust to, at least physically, was no longer being on industrial strength suppressants. And the very strong heats that accompanied that change.

It was during one such extreme heat that Lance broke out of prison and was making his way up the hill right towards your secluded home. He could smell you from far off.

He was in rut. He had not seen his omega in months. And he could smell your heat.

The alpha was coming for you... and very soon... he would be cumming in you.

When he came upon your home he noticed the window was open. You were so careless! Just letting your damn heat scent drift out and attract any piece of shit alpha right to your open window!! You were really fucking lucky you had such a dedicated mate like him though. So loyal that he broke through prison to take care of you.

He watched you for a minute through your open window. Poor little omega. Writhing in your empty nest. No alpha scent to soothe you. Your nude form hot and sweaty, jerking your cock and bucking your hips fervently, a puddle of slick staining your blankets. And the smell was insane, practically screaming for someone to slide in you.

But fate had provided you with a strong lover that was going to fuck all your frustrations right away.

As he stepped through your window your eyes snapped to him immediately, his musky smell grabbing your attention. “L-lance? B-but…”

“I got out for you. Now I can help you and we can be together.” His voice was low and raspy. Almost animalistic.

You recoiled in fear of him and fell out of your bed.

Lance was hurt that his precious lover was scared of him, but he understood. Past lovrs had hurt you and other alphas had tried to rape you very violently. But that’s not what he would do. He was going to keep you safe. Take care of your needs.

“You n-need to leave Lance.”

It was so hard to think clearly. Your body was on fire and his smell was so comforting even though you didn’t want his knot in you. He was still an attractive alpha who you had been close to and your body wanted to be closer. And he could smell it.

“No. I need to breed my husband.”

“Lance, y-you’re not my-”

He stood over you and picked you up easily, putting you back into your nest. He knelt beside it so that his head was right by your ass that was hanging off. He positioned your legs on his shoulders and inhaled deeply.

The scent you were giving off was too captivating, especially there, he could no longer even process your words. He tenderly nuzzled his nose beneath your balls, drinking in the scent and kissing each of your nuts gently before focusing his attention on your needy, slick-leaking hole.

He stared at it in awe for a moment, like a dragon appraising his most precious treasure.

Lance slid his tongue right in and began wriggling it to get at every inch he could reach, reveling in the needy sounds you made between your flustered protests. He kissed it and removed his lips, a small string of drool and slick briefly connecting your hole with his lips.

The alpha then flipped you on to your belly and climbed into the nest with you after discarding his pants and underwear, he took off his sweaty shirt and laid it under your head so you could enjoy his scent while he bred you. He put your head down and kept your ass up. You would have protested, but you couldn’t stay in your right mind any longer.

Not after the tongue fucking he had given you, not with his scent so concentrated with your face pressed into it.

You gripped his shirt and pressed it closer to you, trying to inhale the musk as much as you possibly could. His heart leapt at the sight of it all. His little omega was presenting so nicely for him all while drowning so willingly in his smell.

He gripped your hips firmly, but still careful not to hurt you as he sank his cock into you deeply.

Lance gasped as the wet heat engulfed his entire length. You fit over him so well. There was not a fraction of a doubt in his mind, you were made just for him.

You moaned and drooled into the shirt your loving mate had provided as his flesh smacked against yours. Faster and faster he slammed into you with your slutty noises driving him on until his knot swelled and his cum was pumped into you.

The alpha renewed that claiming bite he had given you as the two of you became tied together and while licking your fresh wound he lightly humped into you until you came hard as well. He caged your body with his and held you tightly to him as you both panted and waited for the knot to go down.

As your mind temporarily cleared you were aware that this was not something you wanted.

But it wasn’t something that you could fight either.

After everything you had been through you were still just a prisoner.

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere boyfriend #male reader #x male reader #yandere x male reader #yandere a/b/o #yandere alpha #yandere omegaverse #My OCs #My OC Lance

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smoothscuderia · 2 months

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something about daniel ricciardo + las vegas… ✨

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dannyric333 · 7 months

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It's been long since i wrote a post on tumblr (even tho i actually active and liking a lot of posts here) but if you see this, would be helpful if you can help me or basically Asia fans to tell Alpha Tauri (either on twitter or instagram) to specifically to delete this poster.

If you're not familiar, in the poster they included a Rising Sun flag and it's very offensive to other Asia fans.

It upset me that the poster isn't merely a social media post but a poster they displayed on their garage too. I don't know what Yuki will think or what his thought on this so i will not say anything about him and this is obviously a team's fault, so if you see this and have spare time, please help spread the word and push Alpha Tauri to delete the post. Thank you so much online friends

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leclercskiesahead · 2 years

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formula 1: you have 2 minutes to design a t-shirt

charles: MONACO pls support me

alpine drivers: el plan

mick: *the kid who only practices drawing one thing and is very good at drawing said thing in detail*

lance: CANADA

max: *about to recite the entire history of dutch NT kits*

alpha tauri drivers: we have literally been training our entire careers for this

#they are literally a fashion brand #pierre gasly #yuki tsunoda #alpha tauri #charles leclerc #mick schumacher #lance stroll #esteban ocon #fernando alonso #max verstappen #f1 #grill the grid #drawmula

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fandoms-are-the-answer · 2 months

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Okay, apparently some drivers have commented on the Horner situation in the press conference... I haven't watched it yet, but I've read what they said and saw the disappointed reaction from fans online and I just feel beaten.

Cause no matter how hard we women fight for a place in this world and in this motorsport community, men will always be men.

Even the men that we look up to and want to watch every week, they are no different.

Susie almost lost her job over 1 rumour, but Horner will walk away unharmed (and even pitied by certain people) from evidence-based accusations. That just shows not only how F1 apparently works these days, but it's a painful mirror of our society.

These drivers that are "just here to do their job", yeah, so was she. How do you expect her to continue doing her job now? With all these reactions online and not a single drop of empathy?

These "noise and distractions" are what ruined a woman's life. And that was ruined by someone who walks in the same paddock as all the drivers' girlfriends, wives, daughters, nieces, sisters, and this week, even the entire F1 Academy paddock. They are women that are making a place for themselves in this sport, an example for all young girls, and this is how the drivers treat them.

They don't care because he was "always great to them" and that's just men being men unfortunately.

I'm sorry for this outburst, I just scrolled on Twitter when I woke up and felt so disappointed. I know it's not all drivers because we'll always have Lewis on our side. But that's not a suprise because Lewis is the only driver that truly cares about equality and diversity in the sport, and I admire him so much for that. Lewis is an ally, a brother, and a friend in a world full of men.

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noahideahwrites · 7 months

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Random Headcanons About Jealousy — Voltron Omegas

Notes: Hello! I'm finally back, and completely obsessed with Voltron. I decided to rewatch the series (cause I hate myself) and now that's all I can think about. These are kind of vague and small because I'm slowly getting back to writing, not used to it anymore.

Warnings: Possible grammar mistakes, spoilers on Lotor's part

»» Keith is the type of person who doesn't really do much when the situation is happening, at least he thinks he is, cue Keith staring at the other person like they're going to die just with his look. He will also deny he was doing that if anyone asks.

»» Lance on the other hand tries to do a lot to make the other person leave, at first he tries to be subtle, which includes a lot of PDA and also him trying to scare the person with his expressions. As a last resort, he starts making comments and also getting very defensive, and then it's repeated either until the person leaves or he tells the person to leave.

»» Lance feels jealous over you spending time with Keith way more than he does anyone else. On the other hand, he doesn't feel jealous of you spending time with either Hunk or Pidge.

»» Within the team Shiro doesn't feel jealous at all, considering that you two practically adopted the group. But even to other people, he rarely feels jealous.

»» The same as Shiro, Hunk doesn't feel jealous of the team members, but I do think he feels a little insecure if you show interest in someone from the "outside" that he considers better. So you must shower him in affection and cuddles later, or even better, present Hunk as your boyfriend to the person.

»» Now Lotor is on a whole nother level, he can be extremely possessive depending on the situation, and at other times he doesn't even bother.

»» Depending on the person, principally if they're galra, Lotor doesn't like the fact of them even looking in your direction, so if this happens while he is taking his father's place that person won't live much longer.

»» There are other people that Lotor doesn't even care if they even try to flirt with you, simply because he sees them as so much inferior to either of you, that in his mind that person wouldn't have a chance even on their wildest dreams.

#hcideah #alpha!reader #x gn reader #x male reader #x reader #voltron #keith kogane #lotor #prince lotor #lance mcclain #Hunk #takashi shirogane

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dailyf1incorrects · 1 year

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Pierre : Yuki is late. Again.

Lando : How did this happen? I called him at 8 in the morning a pretended it was 10.

Lance : I printed a fake schedule for him saying we start at 9 instead of noon.

Zhou : I told Alexa to wake him up at 6 and pretend it was 11.

Max : I set his clock to PM instead of AM.

Pierre : Oh no. We might have over done it.

Yuki, bursting into the room : WHAT FUCKING YEAR IS IT!?

#pierre gasly #lando norris #lance stroll #zhou guanyu #max verstappen #yuki tsunoda #alpine #mclaren #aston martin #alfa romeo #red bull racing #alpha tauri #f1 #incorrect f1 quotes #incorrect quotes

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downinmalibu · 1 year

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class of 2022

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corvus--rex · 1 year

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I don't like resolutions usually since they end up feeling so forced. So I'm not doing that, but what I am doing is instead of saying "I'm going to do xyz this year", I'm promising myself that I'm going to work on finishing things - ie, working through the backlog of yarn, sewing, cleaning, etc projects, and also all my unfinished fics that have been just sitting there half-done.

That said, I've started going through my wips folder and realized that I actually have almost half of the next chapter of Here Come the Vultures already done. I've mentioned it a few times as this is the chapter with ~1350 words dedicated to just their clothes (send help). It's probably not going to be finished for a little while, but I'm posting the first part here anyway.

The first two chapters are up on ao3 here, and the accompanying, basically unedited (and fuck does it need to be), oneshot is here. There are already two songs in this chapter, Combustion and Tragedy of the Commons. Also I do have links/reference photos of their outfits if anyone's interested

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The next outfit change went as smoothly as it could. Keith was clinging to Lance, and Shiro was flirting with Adam, but it was still successful. The last part of the day was the one Allura had the most anxiety over. The fourth, and final, shoot was for their tour outfits. They would be doing the main promo shots for the tour while in what they would be wearing on stage during the actual shows. While they all personally picked out and bought what they were wearing, Allura kept their outfits at Oriande under lock and key until leaving for the tour. This was the first time the six saw their clothes in person, and would be one of the last until the tour actually started. Back in the dressing room, every section had a black garment bag and shoebox waiting for each member of Castle of Lions. The room was silent except for the sounds of clothes changing for the next few minutes. Even when they were done, no one left their dressing areas, taking in their new outfits.

“I, um…I am never taking these off,” Keith said to the sound of a soft swish of fabric.

When Pidge had first opened her garment bag, everyone heard, “I like this even more in person.” A few minutes later, “Oh. I really like this even more in person.”

A soft shifting of chains came from Matt. “Ooh, nice.”

Shiro was still getting dressed and making frustrated grumbling sounds. “How in the absolute fuck…ah. Got it.”

“Oh, this is even comfier than it looks,” Hunk said appreciatively.

Lance stomped on the floor once, making chains somewhere on him rattle, and giggled. “I Love that.”

Allura came back after what she had thought was more than enough time to find the main dressing room empty. “Aren’t you six dressed yet?” she asked.

“Oh. Shit. Sorry. I think we all got distracted,” Lance said.

All six members of Castle of Lions walked out of their dressing areas at the same time, looking each other over when they gathered in a loose circle.

Hunk always favored practicality with his fashion. His hooded sleeveless top was a textured black, leather accents at the shoulders, antiqued brass rings and buckle on his right, all brought together by the front lacing. He always wore shorts on stage, and these ones were covered in zippers and buckles, the cargo pockets featuring their own leather straps, studs, and rings, all of the metal hardware in the same antiqued brass as his top. Finishing his outfit were thick-soled, combat-style boots that featured a pair of wide straps, their hardware in antiqued brass as well.

Beside Hunk was Matt, who had also opted for a lack of sleeves, although he cared far, far less for practicality. A tight-fitting tank top sat under the mesh overlay, the solid black broken up by two diagonal lengths of lacing in bright silver chain. Skin tight black pants had a subtle sheen to them, two exposed silver zippers over the right pocket, but it was the V-shaped lacing over both knees that made them out of the ordinary. At their core, Matt’s boots weren’t dissimilar from Hunk’s, but where Hunk’s had two thick, buckled straps, Matt’s had five, all with bright silver buckles, complete with grinning skulls in profile.

Taking up Matt’s other side was Shiro. His outfit was overall more subtle than either Matt or Hunk, and the details were far less likely to be noticed on stage. At a distance, his top looked like not much more than a long-sleeved black tee. Up close, the asymmetrical hem was obvious, as was the black lacing on both his right shoulder and left side from ribs to hem, and the fact that it was just a little sheer. The more unique feature was at the bottom of the sleeves, which ended in a thumb hole and a sort of half glove up his index fingers. Shiro kept his tight black jeans simple only featuring a patch with pewter D-rings on his right hip and a buckled strap around his right thigh that connected to a black chain which clipped to a belt loop. All of the deceptive simplicity let his boots take the spotlight. Knee-high black leather, three thin pewter-buckled straps, layered leather that swept up to his calf, and black leather lacing that stopped just below the top two straps.

Pidge was the most colorful of the band. While her pants would be taken over her cold, dead body, she allowed herself to indulge in her secret love for dresses on stage. This one was deep emerald velvet, black spaghetti straps disappearing into the black ruffled trim along the neckline. The skirt ended at mid-thigh, but the deep, black lace trim brought it almost to her knees. Her favorite lace-trimmed black velvet choker fit perfectly, as did the black and green spiderweb-patterned, elbow-length fingerless gloves topped with wide buckled straps. One thing she would never compromise on were her shoes. Giant chunky 10cm heels and thick platforms every time. It was no different for the knee-high black leather boots with full lacing and three buckled straps that finished off her outfit.

Lance stood between Pidge and his mate. Much like Hunk and his shorts or Pidge’s boots, Lance had his own signature piece. For him it was black damask dress shirts – which started when Keith once told him just how damn good he looked in them. Like every other one he owned, this one had been tailored to his broad shoulders and narrow waist. It was left untucked with a pair of points dipping down at both the front and back. The long sleeves echoed those points, finishing the deep, turned cuffs. Lance usually went for the more traditional button-down, but this one had a zipper, intentionally left partially open and exposing his collarbones and the tattoo-wreathed mating mark that sat just above them, blue-highlighted black wrought iron curling and twisting around the scar Keith left there two years earlier. His flair for drama continued with tight black pants with lacing from hem to thigh up the right leg, more lacing on his left hip, and a leather buckled strap wrapping all the way around the same thigh. Rounding out his outfit were black combat-style boots like Hunk and Matt, with a pair of buckled straps, but it also revealed where the rattling had come from – several heavy pewter chains wrapping the back of each boot, just for that little extra bit of chaos.

Completing the circle was Keith. Narrow, grommeted leather bands that ran from hem to left shoulder framed the cutout and made up half of the wide v-neckline of his black light, woven cotton top. He’d picked it even knowing that its long sleeves were inevitably going to be pulled up under the heat of the stage lights, despite the lacing that ran 4 inches up from the bottom of each sleeve, and that the leather and pewter left shoulder weren’t going to make it any better. Inside the cutout was a layer of sheer black under distressed deep red lace, black lacing crossing over and connecting the bands. The lower neckline showed off his own mating mark, wrapped in a similar tattoo to his mate’s, the more lace-like wrought iron design highlighted in a deep rose-violet. Individually, most of the components of Keith’s black painted-on jeans were nothing out of the ordinary for him. Three buckled straps, one the the thigh, two around his calf, exposed side zipper with spiked studs and dangling zipper pull, and the fact that the pants themselves were shredded, not just ripped, were all things that could be seen on any number of his extensive collection. But these had, attached to a narrow belt threaded through a second set of beltloops that sat just below the usual ones, a pleated half-skirt that wrapped around his left hip and fell to the knee. Not much could top that, and he kept it simple with his choice of footwear. Black leather ankle boots, with two studded straps, studded heels, and a 3cm platform and its 8cm heel completed his outfit.

They all looked each other over appreciatively, some more so than others – Lance and Keith could not take their eyes off each other. The rest of Castle of Lions ignored them, while Allura had gone back to the interview schedule for the rest of the week.

Lance took a step into Keith’s personal space, something that didn’t exist when it came to his mate. “Fuck, you look good.”

“Yeah?” Keith answered, closing the distance, “So do you.”

“Oh my god,” Pidge groaned, no longer able to ignore them, “You’re practically eye-fucking each other. Save it for later. Way. Later.”

“Aw, you’re no fun, Pidgey,” Lance said, not looking away. He slipped his hands around Keith’s waist, nuzzling his omega’s mating mark, despite the scent blocker.

The purr that rolled out of Keith was a soft rumble, the interested and inviting hum that accompanied it anything but innocent. He slid his hands up his alpha’s chest and around his neck, and pulled Lance in for a kiss, the taste of a promise on his lips.

Shiro’s voice broke them apart. “Oh for fuck’s sake. Do I really have to pull you two apart like horny teenagers?”

“Nothing you haven’t threatened before,” Keith shot back although any heat in his voice was muffled by Lance’s neck.

“Alright, last shoot. And if we want to end on time, we need to go now,” Allura said then turned and left the room, not waiting.

Keith refused to let go, even when Pidge, Hunk, and Matt all followed Allura. He squawked indignantly at his brother’s arms around his torso, pulling him away from his mate. Shiro didn’t stop, holding Keith off the floor, leaving him to hang there, looking every bit like a disgruntled cat. Lance, of course, found this hilarious, but took pity on his mate, rescuing Keith from Shiro. Keith sent a pathetic scowl Shiro’s way, wrapping himself around Lance as they left to catch up with the others.

They missed the first few quiet notes filtering down the hall, nearly running into their bandmates who had stopped at the end of the corridor. But then they heard the next echoing chords, what they knew were two different guitars playing together in perfectly synchronized tandem, a keyboard setting the stage. The seven of them fanned out, Keith tucking himself against his mate, all watching the video playing of a concert from their last tour.

Lance was closer to the center of the stage and Keith, who held his own blood red and black guitar. As the music picked up, another stage light came on, illuminating more than just the matepair, Shiro emerging from the shadows. The other lights gradually came on, revealing Hunk, Matt, and Pidge. Keith and Lance alternated between playing together and separately. When asked later, they said that that part wasn’t the most difficult. The hardest part came when all six of them played in total synchronicity, each part keeping perfect time with the others. Keith picked up the melody, switching off with Lance not long after, leaving his alpha to finish the song.

The few seconds of silence between the end of one song and the beginning of another was filled with the roaring scream of the crowd, quieting when the first notes began. Keith’s smoky vocals quickly joined the instrumentals. Unlike the last song, he returned to his usual show behavior, wandering the stage, never staying in one place for long. The rest of Castle of Lions joined in for the backup vocals during the chorus, but the crowd exploded again at the beginning of the third verse when Matt stepped up to provide the growling lyrics. The song began its path to the end, Keith repeating the second half of the chorus, Lance layering over him as that section was split in half. The video stopped only seconds from the end when Adam and Curtis realized they were no longer alone in the studio.

#my writing #ao3 #keith kogane #lance mcclain #keith x lance #klance #omegaverse #alpha lance #alpha lance mcclain #omega keith #omega keith kogane #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender

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thefangirlphenomenon · 9 months

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I'm doing research for a uni project about f1 fangirls and would love to hear any other answers than the options that I've provided, in the comments/reblogs. Thank you for your feedback :)

And if anyone is experiencing deja vu - I apologize, I posted the poll yesterday and accidentally made the voting available for only 24 hours when I meant to leave it open for a week. You don't have to vote again (I will still be using the original poll and incorporating your comments and answers into my data), and I just want to say thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to vote and participate!

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eirianerisdar · 8 months

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As a supporter of Daniel and as a doctor, I'm gonna break this down for you guys

He broke his metacarpal. Not his wrist.

The metacarpals are the five long bones in your palm, an example of which has K wires as shown here:

2. I don't know which metacarpal he broke or how he broke it. The site, severity, and displacement of the break will all determine how best to handle it. But usually, there are two choices Daniel and the team can make.

Option A: he could opt for a closed reduction and EXTERNAL fixation, or CREF for short, which involves straightening the bone without any operation and securing the break with a splint. In this scenario he would be out of commission for at least 6-8 weeks while the fracture heals completely.

Option B: If he opted (or if it is necessary because the fracture is comminuted) for closed reduction and INTERNAL fixation (CRIF) with K wires (seen in the xray example above) which would go through the back of his hand and into the bone to hold it in place while it heals, this would negate the need for a splint and mobilisation of the hand could start immediately.

HOWEVER, it is important to note that mobilisation DOES NOT equal driving an F1 car.

As we saw with Lance over the summer, he had an operation immediately. This meant he didn't need to have a cast as the bone was fixed internally and not externally. However he still needed a solid week and a half of physio to be deemed fit to drive.

I don't know how bad Daniel's break is. Even if it was necessary or he was given the option for K wire fixation, the last thing anyone would want would be for him to be pushed to drive too early and for the break not to heal properly/there to be other complications.

TLDR: If he is given the option to splint and he chooses that, he's out for 6-8 weeks. If he choses to K wire, he may return sooner (even arguably next week in Monza) but he would need an orthopaedic doctor to SERIOUSLY commit that the K wire fixation will stand up to the stresses of driving an F1 car.

Edit 27/8/23: Follow up post here after Daniel's surgery

#daniel ricciardo #f1 #dutch gp 2023 #alpha tauri #my post #This is of course unless the break is severe enough that the K wire isn't so simple and it needs a longer time to make sure it unifies #properly #Also the image of Daniel driving an F1 car with a plaster over the wire sticking out of the back of his hand is just. um #I know it's POSSIBLE I've seen stable K wire fixations it's just I am as medically squicky about an early return here as I was with Lance

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