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[angelicblondie]

Angel, I'm BEGGING 🛐🛐🛐🛐 BEGGING ON MY KNEES

Hear me out: drunk and/or high oral (m and f receiving) + fingering sex with Luke.

(Bonus if it were established relationship + Apollo!reader)

I swear to fucking God, I was drinking and smoking a little while reading, and I could only think on gagging in this man's cock-

coming out of my cave to write this🤭

luke castellan x girlfriend!reader

MDNI

you were sat on his lap, a few long puffs in each, feeling the best you ever had.

when you were high, you felt everything so much more intensely. the fabric of his jeans on your bare things, the cold metal of his rings, the fingers attached holding you his place, his breath behind you on your shoulder - you could feel it all, it felt euphoric.

you could tell luke was feeling it too, with the way his heartbeat banged against his chest, and the fidgeting of his bouncing leg. he was getting antsy.

the one thing about the two of you was you got...excited, when you smoke. of course you both knew it, but you never really smoked for the purpose of having sex. it always started as a way to wind down from a long week, the two of you sneaking off to an empty cabin, a clearing in the woods, or down by the beach. right now, the two of you were held up an empty cabin 2, sitting on the couch by the fireplace.

but anyways, it never started as a way to get in the others pants.

but it was inevitable, unspokenly so, but still inevitable.

like always, lukes hands rubbed up and down your thighs as the two of you passed the blunt silently. moments like these with luke were precious, and part of the reason you held him so near and dear to your heart - it was so rare that you could find someone that you didn't feel the need to fill the silence with. with luke, you could just be. just exist.

you pent it up to the idea that you never felt the need to impress him. he made you feel comfortable, which was a rare feat as a demi-god, but somehow he manged it flawlessly.

the son of hermes hands were calloused and rough, but warm. so warm. everything about him was warm.

those warm hands continued to caress you, and you felt your head getting light in the best way. you had a lazy smile on you face, and every time those finger tauntingly trailed up, you let out a soft hum, your chest feeling light as you exhaled.

he chuckled. "yeah?" he mumbles softly in an amused tone in your ear.

you nod, your cheeks heating up. he laughs a bit, taking a drawl from the blunt then passing it down to you, exhaling the smoke. "wanna finish it off?" he asks, his voice still low.

you nod, and he holds it to your lips as you take a drag, then he tosses it into the fireplace.

as the smoke leaves your lungs, you sigh contently, leaning back on his shoulder. he hums, pleased, and adjusts you in his lap so you lay more comfortably. you shift to make it easier for him, but he sharply inhale went your ass moves over his clothed dick.

you bite your lip, releasing a little giggle. "sorry, baby," you murmur, sitting up a bit so you could look back at him. he lets out a breathy laugh. "no your not," he calls you out and your cheeks heat up. with his eyes locked on yours, he presses a chaste kiss to your shoulder, and seductively pulls your legs apart. you suck in a breath of air, and he smirks a bit.

"lay back," he tells you, and the way he speaks in such casual dominance gives you no other choice but to oblige. you lay your head back on his shoulder, back against his chest as he slowly pries your knees open, hands creeping in your inner thighs.

he hums into your ear, his hands sliding up as your chest rises and falls quickly. "want me to play with you a bit?"

your tilt your head up to look at him, muster the only words you could. "only if i get to play with you after."

he raises his brows and chuckles. "sounds like a deal to me," he murmurs, his hands looping under your pajama shorts and slowly sliding them down your legs. once they reach your ankles you kick them to the side, now only being covered by your lace panties.

he large hands cover your clothed heat and you shiver, feeling the wettness pool in your panties. he caresses you, watches as you subtly squirm from his touch, the quick rise and fall of your chest. his fingers traces the outline of your pussy, and you feel that familiar excitement build up in your stomach.

after what felt like a century of teasing, he slips his fingers under the fabric, as you watch transfixed. his fingers trails down to gather your wetness, and he gasps lowly at how damp you are. he clicks his down.

"poor thing," he remarks lowly. "need me bad, huh?" he coos.

you nod wordlessly, your brows scrunched up in want. "mhm"

he hums, his lips formed in a faux pout. his fingers slowly circle your clit, his other hand holding your thighs apart. he places a soft kiss on your neck, and you bite your lip, suppressing the noises you want to let out.

your head, still foggy from the weed, makes the experience all the better. it hightens the pleasure you feel, hightens the feeling of his hands playing with your sensitive bud. and by the feeling of his hard length pressing against your ass, you could tell his own arousal was magnified.

he moves your legs so they are hooked on the other side of his knees, and he brings his other hand to pull down your panties. once he discards them, he places his finger back on your clit, whilst the other one teases your entrance

you let out a hum of pleasure and arch your back, hinting to him that you want him inside. you chuckles quietly, and obliges, his middle finger entering your tight hole slowly as you whimper softly.

it doesn't take long for him to find a rhytm - moving his fingers in and out of you as he circles your clit. your a mess in his lap, moaning, whining for more, but he doesnt seem to mind.

he whispers dirtily in your ear, sometimes saying sweet things, sometimes degrading your eagerness. you like it though, the mix between them. you like how he'll call you a little slut and in the same breath go on about how much he loves you like this.

soon enough your grinding into his fingers as well, a moaning, blubbering mess.

"m'so close lukey, please dont stop," you beg.

he shushes you. "dont worry sweet girl," he coos, "i've got you, m'not stopping till you make a mess all over my fingers."

that pushes you closer, and not long after, you come all over him, babbling thanks you's as he shushes you. "so polite," he remarks, his fingers slowing down their movements to help you come down from your high.

feeling desperate for more, you hop off his lap onto the floor in front of him, fiddling to get his belt off. his eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn't object.

you look up at him, fluttering your lashes. "wanna bruise my knees f'you," you say sweetly, pulling his belt off and fiddling with his zipper.

he leans back against the couch, arms spreading across the back of it. with a satisfied smile, he nods. "go for it, angel."

with is pants removed, you waste no time. you spit on his tip, yours hands coming up to spread the wetness all over his length. you press a soft kiss on the side of his dick, then wrap your lips around him, slowly moving up and down.

he sucks a deep breath of air, and one of his hands comes down to gather your hair in his fist, making a makeshift ponytail, his fingers being the hair band. as you bob you head up and down, he mutters praises.

"thaaats it. good girl."

"shit, angel, just like that."

"atta girl, keep going."

at this point, your drooling and gagging all over him. you felt like worshiping him, after what he had just done to you. your pussy throbbed once again between your legs but you paid it no mind, focussing all your attention to your perfect boyfriend and his perfect cock.

"woah, babe, take it easy," he tells you, but you dont listen, continuing to suck him. he gives up quickly after that, his eyes rolling shut as he throws his head back, his fist squeezing your hair. "fucks sake," he curses under his breath.

he wondered how you could look so innocent doing something so dirty - your wet lashes fluttered up at his as your lips devoured his cock, and he couldn't believe something as pure as you would ever want to do this.

"fuck, baby, cant take much more," he announces, face screwed up in concentration, willing himself not to come yet.

you pop your lips away, hands massaging his dick as you speak hoarsely. "thats ok, whenever your ready."

with your tounge stuck out, his cocks head pointing towards your open lips, you stroke him as you look up at him, waiting for him to come.

\he grunts out curses as his white liquid shoots out onto your tongue, and you barely flinch, closing your eyes as you stroke him through his orgasm.

once the last drop hits, you flutter your lashes open, taken in the sight of your euphoric boyfriend, head tilted up and eyes closed in pure pleasure. he looks down at your disheveled state, transfixed by you.

to please him, you close yours lips, swallowing down the salty fluid. he smiles a bit, shaking his head and leaning down to help you up.

"your crazy, y'know that?" he remarks fondly, chuckling a bit as he leads you to the bathroom to clean you up.

you grin cheesily, pecking his lips. "just crazy over you."

note: hi everyone!!! im so sorry for my absence over the past month. ive truly been so busy and i very much miss u all. i probably wont be updating frequently, but if inspo strikes you'll be the first ones to know!! love all of u angels, and hope you're all doing well🤍🤍🤍

[xiaoluclair]

danielricciardo bisous

landonorris bro, sexy

[bookwyrminspiration]

i'm sure i can guess, but. thoughts on the kotlc smut debate? do you think it's appropriate?

I'm not interested in getting into discourse, so I'll try and keep this short and sweet (also, none of this is angry or targeted at anyone and I’m fine talking about it—I’m just not interested in senseless, unproductive arguing!!)

As the subjects are fictional, I don't care. They aren't real people. Smut written about them does not impact or hurt them in any way.

What someone chooses to write about and why is not my business. If it's smut written by teens about teens as a means of exploring sexuality, if its a means of processing experiences or abuse, if its for fun--whatever it is, that's their business. Including for adult authors. They can have just as valid motivations, not that they need to justify themselves. They literally cannot hurt these characters

As for real people, such as fans, no one is forced to read it. If you find yourself in the middle of something that makes you uncomfortable, you can stop reading and walk away. And yes, there may be initial discomfort as you realize--for which I am sympathetic, but it happens and that is on you to manage, not the author.

Authors are also not responsible for rule breakers who access sites they're not old enough for. We're responsible for tagging and adhering to the rules of hosting sites

Also, smut as a whole is a valid form of writing/creation. Sexuality is a normal (note: I am not saying it is the ONLY normal. ace here), widespread part of life, and sexual gratification and enjoyment are morally neutral

Am I personally gonna write any kotlcrew smut? No. Am I gonna read any? Probably no. Not my kind of kotlc fic. I by and large don't enjoy it. But fic writers who chose to engage with the subject here are not writing about real people, and not responsible for real people's comfort with their work beyond tagging.

Smut is always going to exist. It is safer for all parties if it is freely allowed to exist so no one has to disclose potentially very personal justifications (e.g. processing abuse/experiences), and so it can be properly tagged and avoided by those who want/need to--otherwise individuals will not tag appropriately in the interest of not being taken down, and that helps no one.

and since this was brought up last time: this is my stance. I can't tell you how to think, and I don't decide for anyone else what is right from wrong. i can only share my reasonings

Oh also: I don’t hold it against anyone who’s disgusted or uncomfortable with it! That’s fine. I don’t enjoy it either! Valid! But that doesn’t mean we can say it shouldn’t exist or harass people who write it (not saying anyone has, this is just addressing the broad question)

[confessionsofkotlc]

people saying that keefes become the main characters honestly just feel like theyre used to the fandom making him as such cause hes a fan favorite like he literally wasnt in the last book almost at all

[book-nonsie-not-anon]

ooc: i think i'm gonna actually start being active in the celestial same picverse again so CATCH ME UP GUYS!! NEW MEMBERS BC I'M SURE I MISSED A BUNCH OF PEOPLE? @celestial-same-picverse i'm hoping you'll be able to assist?

[pensieri-di-dea]

Quel ricordo di un bacio, quel primo bacio

... nel tempo, ne avverto ancora il suo sapore, l'emozione, il timore, l'imbarazzo di quel bacio

Fu come vivere un mix tra un turbolento mescolarsi di farfalle nello stomaco e di un pugno ...

"Un interminabile" lasso di tempo che trascorse lento, una piacevole "paura" aumentar rapidamente nell'avvicinarmi... fino a giungere....

... a quell'attimo prima... in cui gli occhi si chiusero, le paure, gli imbarazzi vertiginosamente scomparvero, le labbra si unirono... e .....

Bonne nuit 💢

[edraculation]

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[indigothemuse]

I associate you with mint for some reason? Hope you're having a good day!

MINT!

this is actually very funny considering the conversation i was having about mint earlier :3

thank you <3 and i am having a good day!! currently writing and sitting with my cat <3

[wyn-n-tonic]

My opinion of you? I think you're one of the most genuine, nice, talented people I've ever met! I'll be one of the first people to pre-order whatever you publish!

Also, give the doggie some ear scritches (if she likes that sort of thing)

Oh my god this is so sweet, thank you!!

And yes she does like that sort of thing! She's been getting so many scratches because I haven't been able to book her a grooming appointment and I wanted to get it done before it got up to 80 degrees but here we are and her spring coat is coming in HOT. She has an appointment on Thursday though. She's getting a spa day while mommy gets yelled at by people who won't do their jobs.

[hengheng7]

Chong Nonsi Bridge, Bangkok

[fisheito]

WOOOUUGHGHHHHH HI ITS ME. THE ANON WHO SENT YOU SO MANY WORDS ABOUT BABY YAK AND THE AAAARRRRTTTTT!!!!!!! THE ART!!!!!!! oh my god the big baby cheeks the silly gulp GRANDPAS FACE!!!!!!! WAAAIIILLLSSS!!!!!! god i am bouncing off the walls, i have been poking at a longfic of the Baby Yakumo Acquisition that essentially would be the album full of from mostly snake to less snake more human but i am very easily distracted LOL. i almost sent you some in the initial enthusiasm burst but it was 1) pretty decently body horror heavy and I am not about to just send someone i don't know potentially squicky and/or triggering asks and 2) absolutely got tired and distracted and then forgot completely to do anything lmao. BUT BUT BUT!!!!! WAUGHH!!!!!! absolutely absolutely floored you did art, zooming with inspiration that i will try and unleash upon The Word Document ;w; also i know it's a little bit of many hoops to jump through w me being anon all the time, i'm mega shy and really appreciate the interaction and the sillies and THE WHOLE BEAUTIFUL ART......... going to get it printed as wallpaper and spend the rest of my life staring at the egg wall

truly, a very Considerate Etiquette nod to you for being mindful of what an internet stranger may be squicked by but 1) LUCKILY, I'M INTO THAT SHIT i meannN. i do not know what counts as body HORROR? like, waht would it take to horrify me? the body is already quite freaky in its mundane operations. what's a lil contortion and species mixing and differing structural anatomy between yokai :^).............

2) we tired out here. absolutely understandable. i will always support creators creatin' at their own wild whims

gotta say !!the way you wrote all those yaku snippets felt like . what my brain wants to see. BUT, written more concisely?? as in... if i tried to write out what u did, i feel like my words end up full of fillers and ermahuummmmms so idk i liked the way u formed ur words even tho they were in Casualish Ask mode. can't imagine how powerful they'd be in Edited Fic form 🤔

[angelicblondie]

this is a diff anon, but i would loveee a step-cest luke fic. luke spoiling his new pretty little step sister jus to watch her parade around her little pink outfits when they come back from the mall. starting off innocently w just buying her relatively modest clothing, books, or makeup/skincare until she uses him to buy other things like micro miniskirts n victoria’s secret panties n shit. and obvs luke needs a reward for buying all her shit n carrying her bags and half-sipped drink for five hours at the mall, and what better way than a little fashion show until luke gets handsy ? (love ur luke characterization girl, plus im so obsessed w ur tumblr theme oml)

aww tysm angel 🤍🥹 that means sooo much <333 i love this idea so so much oml.

warnings ~ stepcest, manhandling/groping (MDNI)

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luke liked to think of himself as a good guy. he helped his elder neighbors with their groceries, he helped his mom cook dinner all the time, he even volunteered at homeless shelters every now and then. he had constantly been praised for being a stand up man.

but there was nothing good about how he acted when it came to you.

initially he wasn't fond of the idea of his moms new boyfriend coming into their life, especially with his daughter who was a few years his junior - he quite like it just being his mom and him, he liked being the man of the house. so when you and your dad came in to the picture, it took a bit of warming up.

of course he was ever the gentleman, helping the two of you move in when things got serious between your folks, and conversing politely when your dad. luke admittedly wanted to stay away from you at first - he was worried your parents would want the two of you to act like siblings, and he wasn't looking for a little sister. luckily though, that problem was rectified the first night you moved into his and his mom house.

it was late at night, and luke had gotten up to go to the bathroom. he tugged on the door in the hallway and frowned when it wouldn't open. he huffed in annoyance. great. he couldn't even use the bathroom in his own house now. he heard the sound of running water before the door eventually opened, and he had to look down slightly to take in your appearance.

there was a slight blush on your cheeks, and you were wearing the tiniest pajamas luke had seen. "sorry," you rush out. "i just had to brush my teeth, its yours now." you felt quite flustered by lukes appearance, given he was only wearing basketball shorts and his torso was bare - you had never really been exposed to anyone like that.

luke remembered chuckling. "its fine, kid, g'night."

you mumbled back the words with a sweet smile, and turned around to go back to your room. luke eyes followed your retreating figure, his eyes dropping down to the fullness of your perky ass as you walked away. he swallowed, looking down at his pants. he had a boner - shocker.

from then on he had developed what could only be described as a crush - he was always watching you, always wanting to please and spoil you, always wanting to look good for you - he was obsessed. of course your parents were thrilled, simply writing it off as the two of you bonding and strengthening your new family. luke let them believe this, whilst in his heart, he knew the truth.

luke wanted to win you over, so he did the one thing he thought of - spoiling you rotten. it started off with him buying you a new book you had been blabbering about at dinner one night, and when you had asked the reason for the supposedly impromptu gift, he has causally resounded that he wanted you to feel welcome in his home. you had been beyond grateful, pushing up on your toes to wrap you arms around his neck, body flush against his. he winced, knowing his cock was hardening by the second.

god, he was pathetic.

he then began to give you just about anything she wanted - it was hard to say no to you, not when your eyes got all wide and excited, smile so hopeful - he would have to be a monster to reject that.

you had begged luke to take you to the mall all morning, and whilst luke led you to believe he didn't want to go, of course he did. he could never pass up on any extra time with you, especially alone. by the time you had explored the mall, luke had multiple of your shopping bags hanging off his arms and your cold wet iced coffee in his hand as you walked free of the burden. he didn't mind it though, enjoying the view of your prancing around giddily to buy more and more things.

you had acted bashful when you saw something you like, pretending like you didn't long for it out of fear of wasting lukes money. like when walked by the isabel marant, you had spotted a pair of boots in the window that were divine, your eyes widened in awe, but you looked away after a moment, knowing the shoes must've been very expensive.

luke had noticed your gaze and nudged you, slowing down. "wanna go in?" he asked.

you bite your lip in contemplation but shake your head. "no, no, its ok, i was just looking."

he scoffs a bit, amusment dancing in his eyes, coming to a full stop. "none of that, kid. if you want something from in there just tell me, y'know i'll get it."

you insisted that it was fine, but luke wasn't having it. he dragged you in the store, forcing you to show him what you were looking at. he didnt even look at the price tag, immediately grabbing them and bringing them to the register.

and it was worth every dime spent to see how excited you got, pracially jumping on him once you got out of the store. he himself felt like he got something each time he had the satisfaction of swiping his card.

he usually was so well behaved, really. he only really touched you when you touched him first, he had gone out of his way to not make any overtly sexual comments. but today, he couldn't hold back his flirty comments or his wandering hands, because he had you all to himself.

"your ass would look great in those jeans."

"shit, if i was at a party and saw you in that-"

"that skirts short, so maybe just for home, kid."

it felt natural, and it wasn't like you didn't like it - no, you love it! you blushed bashfully each time, either thanking him sweetly, or hitting his lightly, fauxly scolding him for his raunchiness.

he couldn't help himself, he was nearing his last straw by the time you were at your second to last store. he was in the waiting room, scrolling through his phone when you shoved your curtain to the side, walking past him to stand in front of the mirror. he looked up at you and blinked, taking in your appearance.

immediate boner. like, immediate.

you had on a micro mini skirt, seriously, he wasn't sure you could even consider it a skirt, thats how tiny it was. it just barely covered the fat of your ass, and he was sure if you bent over even slightly you would be completely revealed.

"shit, you sure that isnt a headband or something?" he chuckled, his wors coming out nonchalnt but trust me, he was very chalant.

you rolled your eyes turning around to face him. "isn't it cute?" you had asked, swaying your hips jokingly.

he laughed, and thanked god for the pillows on the couch he was sitting on that was currently placed on his lap. "its adorable, lemme see up close."

he beckconed you closer, pretending to ciritcally look at the fabric. he hands were placed on your love handles, taking advanted of the oppurtunity to touch you. "very cute, kid. you gonna let me buy this for you?"

of course you said yes, and you walked out of the store along with different variations of the skirt, and luke couldn't have been happier.

by the time the two of you got home, lukes excitement had gone through the roof. he knew you would propose to do what you always do after a day of shopping - a little fashion show. so the two of you went upstairs to your room, and you closed the door of the closet, bringing all your bags in with you.

luke waited patiently for you to dress each time, and it was worth it when you came out, a big smile on your lips as you show off each new article of clothing, coming over to press big kisses on his cheek. he would place his hands right under you ass as you gave him a hug, holding firmly on the skin. it was impossible not to touch you, not when you looked like that.

so for the sake of the fashion show, lukes hands roamed your body in the name of "feeling the fabric" and "making sure everything fit right", which was of course was perfect excuse to feel up the curves and contours of you body.

once it reached the end, you came out of the closset in what luke could only describe as something from his dreams, and what could only be from the victorias secret store.

he thought it was wrong that something as sweet and innocent as you was in something so sexy, but boy did it get him going. you were wearing a read lacy matching set, and it complemented your body perfectly. it pushed up your tits ever so slightly, causing them to jiggle anytime you moved. the thong of the panties showed off your plump ass, and you turned around in the mirror, keeping your eyes on your body as you decide.

"what do you think? it feels a bit much, no?"

luke breathes out a laugh. "wow, kid, y'look great." he compliments, and you blush. "really? i feel silly," you admit, looking at yourself again in the mirror.

luke shakes his head, standing up and slowly walking up behind you. "nuh-uh. y'look really hot. like, really hot."

you blush harder, hiding you face in your hands. "luuuke," you whine shyly, and he just chuckled, grabbing your wrists. "what, shy all the sudden? after dragging me around all day and makin me pay for your shit?"

you pout a bit. "but you insisted!"

"i know, but still, i think i deserve some compensation, no?" he taunts a bit, as his hands come up to your waist.

his hands on your body made you feel hot. "what kind of compensation?" you ask, your voice growing quiet.

he sighs. "y'see kid, you got me a little worked up," he says, montioning down to his hard-on. your eyes widen as you follow his movement, lips parting in shock. "and really, it isnt my fault - i cant control it. if anything, its you fault. you've been showing off all day and i cant help it. but, if you really want to make it up to me, you'll help me relieve some of the pressure. how does that sound?"

of course you agree, wanting to do anything to please luke, so not long after your bent over, yours hands on the bed as luke stands behind you, his palms engulfing the globes on your backside, squeezing delicately yet firmly. "shiiiiiit. no idea how long i've been thinkin' bout this," he whispers against your ear, hands sliding to your waist. your breaths are shaky, and you feel the wettness pull in your brand new panties. "luke..." you whisper, hands wrapping around his wrists. "isn't this bad?"

luke pauses, and formulates his answer. sure, it wasnt morally good, or ethical, but it wasnt that bad. "no, its not. m'not your actual brother, and we're both adults. promise your not being bad," he whispers his response, his hands sliding up to lewdly fondle your tits.

your back is now against his chest as he continues to feel you up, and your head is laid back on his shoulder. he places the most delicate kisses on your exposed neck, never sucking (though all he wanted to do was mark up and bruise your perfect skin). you let out the quietest of whimpers, but too bad for you that your lips were right up against lukes ear.

luke tilts his head, hands travelling down your torso as his lips meet your ear. "feels good?" he asks, voice quiet and teasing.

you nod, hiding your face in his neck, hands deathgripping his wrists wherever he went.

he knew you had never been touched like this, it was obvious the way you seemed aflame by his simple touches and gropes. he knew that he couldnt just stick his dick in you, oh no, he had to play the long game.

he had to warm you up to the idea. you still seemed hesitant, worried about doing the wrong thing, worried about your parents finding out - becasuse you were a good girl. he knew it would take more than a little groping session to make you his, so he slowly pulled away, leaving you wanting more.

luke was playing the long game, and it wouldn't take long before he had you right where he wanted you.

[xiaoluclair]

2 lestappen please

2. neck kisses // lestappen // rating: T // I DUNNO WHAT THIS IS

There's a lunchable next to Pierre's bowl of shrimp and feta salad. He makes a face, glances up to see if Lando's hovering close by. Instead, what he gets is Charles one picnic table over, perched next to Max Verstappen.

Charles, who should've been in his place next to Pierre, guarding his dinner. Not doing— that. The 'that' in question: tapping heads with Max Verstappen. And they do — there's barely an inch of air between their hair. Pierre goes to nudge the lunchable over to Charles's grilled salmon aioli with his unused spoon — karma — only. There's just table. Slats of varnished wood.

Charles shifts slightly. There's a hint of pink and green in front of him. Righteously indignant, Pierre traipses over. As he is doing so, Charles leans over to say something into Max's ear, hands come up to cup either side of his mouth. He miss-aims, gets the place just below Max's ear. Pierre told him not to drink too much. Idiot.

"Hey," he says. A vat of space appears between the two in the span of his next blink. "What happened to watching my food while I pissed?"

Charles's salmon looks barely changed since Pierre last saw it. Evidently Max isn't a very good eating-partner. Pierre does not stick out his tongue.

"Your food is fine," waves off Charles. He must be properly drunk — on the bench, his hand half-overlaps Max's. He has not even noticed. Neither has Max, so he's hammered too. Pierre's not dealing with him though so that doesn't concern him.

Pierre frowns. "There was a lunchable next to it."

Max's brow furrows. "A lunchable? At dinner?" Glances to Charles. "Is that blasphemy or something?"

"No," says Pierre. "Well, yes. But no, they're — why was there a lunchable next to my food, Charles?"

Charles shrugs. He still hasn’t moved his hand. “Ask Lando.”

“Because he put that lunchable next to my dinner,” says Pierre. He knew it.

But Charles shakes his head. “No, because he is putting one in your dinner.”

Pierre glances over his shoulder. Sure enough— “Lando!” Lando drops the cracker and bolts. Esteban’s elbow tips his carrot and cashew soup over. Hilarious. But, “This is not over,” Pierre turns and vows, makes sure to drive the point home with a very point–driving finger. Charles nods. Max nods.

Pierre runs after Lando.

The sun is trying to boil off his skin. That’s through his fireproofs too. George tugs his helmet off — at least it’s some relief — pulls off his balaclava and stuffs it inside.

Black suits are great and all, really, but Miami heat is not very considerate of BLM movements. George thinks it could at least try.

He heads for the scales, where Charles already has his feet on the balance, stands behind Max. Charles’s head is tipped down for the brief few seconds, nods, turns with his body when he steps off.

Max reaches out and they share a handshake that quickly develops into a perfunctory pat on the back.

What George thinks it going to be a perfunctory pat on the back. Apparently either his Oxford Dictionary is wrong or Max has PVA smothered over his chest.

Something Lewis said last week — went on forever, man, I swear — and George hurriedly steps around the two. Yeah, no. He is not waiting around for that to be over. Weighs himself instead, has everything checked off, steps back. Glances over.

Max is already pulling away from Charles's shoulder — that wasn't too long, thinks George. He lifts a thumb, wipes his mouth. It's probably sweating too what with the absolute lazer beam that is the general outdoors, but George doesn't stick around for longer than that. Max can do all the mouth wiping he wants without him there.

On his way out, Charles gives him a nod, a smile, hand cupped to his neck. George returns it, then gets back into the goddamn sun. Fuck you, he thinks vehemently at the sky.

He swears it gets hotter.

Daniel downs the shot. It's spicy, slices its way right down the back of his throat. He can imagine it fucking up his stomach, knife to the walls, makes him cough a little. Scotty shoves another one, bright yellow this time, in front of his face. "Twenty one more to go," he tells Daniel brightly.

Sober prick.

“That looks like piss,” says Daniel. He picks it up, downs it in one go. It’s so bitter it makes him shudder.

Scotty laughs, delighted. It grows when Daniel’s hand slips and the shot glass wobbles onto the table with a small slink. He picks it up, places it upright. Nudges Daniel off the bar stool. “Okay, dance break, Dan. Before you’re too zooted to breathe.”

Daniel thinks that sounds like a good idea. He trips barely eight times on the way into the throes, Scotty’s hand on his back. A few minutes in, Daniel reaches back and tugs him in. He points across the floor — as far as he can before some girl nearly takes his fingers out with her ponytail. “Is that Max?”

He can imagine Scotty squinting. After a billion years, he says “Is that Charles?”

Daniel face–palms. “No,” he says, “is that Max?” Then the music gets a little loud and he can’t hear Scotty’s reply.

He considers asking Max to join, if he wants company. Puts forth the idea. Scotty speaks right into his ear. “I think he already has company.”

And — oh yeah. Max’s tilts a little to the side and Daniel can see his hands, pale and lit in strobe colors, wrapped around something. Some–one. And then he moves further and Daniel can see the lump on his shoulder. A head–shaped lump on his shoulder. It’s moving a little. Like a sea urchin or something.

“Oh my God,” says Daniel. Grins. “Get it Max!”

Max, across like a million people, lifts his head up. Freak. He glances in Daniel’s direction. The head that was previously next to his does too.

Daniel can feel his grin widen, like it’ll slide off his face probably. “Charles!”

Charles gives him a wave. “Scotty,” says Daniel, “Scotty, are you waving?”

When he looks at him, Scotty’s got his fingers pressed to his skull. He looks like he’s fighting off a migraine. Which is not waving. “You’re so rude,” Daniel tells him. Scotty gives him a look Daniel is simply too drunk or too old or all of the above to interpret.

"More shots?" he asks.

Scotty nods almost desperately.

Interviews finished for the day, Christian heads back to the hospitality. The team's spread out on the front tables, dripping off rails and chair, chatting. There's a noticeable absence.

He finds Gemma, legs slung over the arm of a deck chair. "Where's Max?"

She gestures inside. "Went in a couple minutes ago."

Christian nods, heads through the doors. He checks the engineer's room, wardrobe stash, canteen, driver's room. He's on his way back out again, can feel the frown on his face, when he hears a noise from the cleaning closet. Curious, he opens the door.

Things he half-expects to see: Max, walls, and a bottle of Limescale Shine.

Things he does not expect at all to see: Charles Leclerc sucking out Max's blood against the wall.

Christian opens his mouth, is about to say something. He doesn't know what, can hardly comprehend. I've got garlic and I'm not afraid to use it—

"No marks," bites out Max. Hisses, really, not very lion-like, "no fucking marks." Tilts his head back all the way until it's rolling, legs hiked up and around Charles. If Charles says something, it's very effectively caught in the skin of Max's throat. Skin that is between his fucking teeth.

Right.

"Max," says Christian. There's a bang. A squeak as Charles's shoes slip across the floor, another bang. Not because Max's elbow hits the frame this time, but because the Limescale Shine has gone toppling into a mop bucket.

Christian nods vaguely over his shoulder. "Team photos."

Max makes a sound. It isn't very coherent.

"Charles." Christian glances at him. His face that could put his fireproofs to shame. The thought drags a corner of his mouth up. "Good drive today."

Charles blinks. "Thank you?"

Christian nods. "We're not currently accepting cleaner's applications, I'm afraid. And seeing as you saw yourself in, I trust you can see yourself out too?" He gets a small, mute head-jerk in reply that could construe as a nod under a looser definition.

Satisfied, Christian, leaves, shuts the door behind him.

Gemma gives him a questioning look when he steps outside again. Christian tells her, "He'll be out in a second."

Maybe more than literally.

[bookwyrminspiration]

if i may ask, who the fuck is fitz vacker?

This is a delightful ask to receive as someone known for being vocally unwell about and obsessed with Fitz

For those new/following for other things, a fair chunk of my blog is dedicated to the Keeper of the Lost Cities series by Shannon Messenger, a middle grade sparkly elf dystopia series that crawled into my head when I was 12 and still holds me hostage. I've literally been called a walking kotlc encyclopedia on multiple occasions

One of the main characters is Fitzroy Avery Vacker (official art linked), a teenage telepath from the secret elven world's most prominent (but not royal, that's not a thing) family. He's known for having teal eyes and the MCs undying ardor, which she conceals not at all.

He's the golden boy--top of his class, incredibly rare ability (the telepathy), charming, handsome, prestigious family, the works. But! He's also been sent on illegal missions to the human world by his father since childhood, looking for the MC.

Throughout the series he's drawn further into rebellion, following the MC as she uncovers the dirt under the shine of their "utopia." But even amongst friends, that Wonderboy status continues, creating this tension between the prestige he's been showered and burdened with his whole life and its slow unraveling. What worth does being golden have if the whole system's rigged? But how can he let go of all he's ever been?

And how the hell do you process that? He's got an incredibly strong sense of justice, values trust above all else--and his world and the people close to him are breaking it. How can he do anything but lash out, desperate to recenter himself?

To the point the Golden Boy, who bakes for his friends and has a sparkly red stuffed dragon he can't sleep without, nearly kills his traitorous brother with a knife to the throat. To the point when his traitorous brother is trapped behind glass, suffocating liquid pouring in from Fitz's frantic smashing at the control panel, Fitz deliberately steps away. Because he knows one of the buttons probably opens a drain, and he's choosing to let him die by his doing. Even though it wasn't on purpose. even though elves cannot abide violence, and risk shattering their sanity even witnessing it

GOD I love him. he's everything everyone else wants to be, he's deeply jealous and constantly fighting it, he's sweet and thoughtful, he's full of a rage so profound he can't think straight, he's putting his life on the line to better the world, he can't quite let go of what he thought it was, he's everything 2 me.

[confessionsofkotlc]

Keefe as a character >>>> Fitz as a character

Fitz as a person >>>> Keefe as a person

[book-nonsie-not-anon]

i don't want to be book anon for the rest of my existence sooo