#Nico GT

[gtzel]

Without the Sun- a Nico Di Angelo GT Fanfiction

I. Undead Mice Bring Me Kit-Kats

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It's just a crush, how bad could it be? This was my mindset before everything went wrong. If you think this book will be some kind of sweet sappy romance novel, then by all means close it and go back to whatever you were doing before you decided to read it. Mine is a story that you probably don't want to read. Honestly I wouldn't even be writing it if it wasn't that i felt it was absolutely necessary to inform the young of my kind of the woes they will endure. You may be thinking "Oh please, you cant have it all that bad, your just a kid" and only the ladder would be correct. You see, I'm not just any kid, oh no, I'm worse, and I've gone through things I can guarantee that you've never even imagined. So turn back, look away, unless you want to go through the rollercoaster of emotions that is my life.

    My name is Nico Di Angelo, and this is the story of how I lived, when everyone I loved died. It all started about two weeks ago. The people previously living in my house decided to move out suddenly for no apparent reason.

    My mom later found out that they had been evicted which, basically means that they weren't paying to stay there anymore and had to be kicked out. I had asked my mom why we weren't evicted. You see, we don't technically pay to live in this house. In fact, the owners don't even know we exist. No, we aren't ghosts, though those also live here, we are Borrowers.

    Let me explain, we Borrowers are tiny people about as tall as your finger, we live in the walls and borrow things you won't miss. And yes, I already asked my mom if it was counted as stealing. The answer is no because its so small you won't even notice, so don't get petty.

    Anyway, I had been out playing with my sister Bianca while my mom was out gathering supplies. We were playing that we had seen the human kids playing when we heard the sound of a car rolling up the driveway.

    "Nico, we have to go" my sister whispered as she grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the nearby brush.

    "Wait Bianca, I want to see what it is." I said breaking from her grasp as I ran to see what was happening.

    I ran over to the corner of the massive house and peeked over the side to try and catch a glimpse of who was coming. A red '78 Camaro was parked in the driveway. There was an awful stench emitting from the car, like gasoline and burnt cigars. A fat man who honestly looked- and smelled- like someone who hadn't bathed in years, he had maybe three hairs on his head that were slicked to the side with globs of hair gel. I already didn't like him.

    "hey sally, you and the kid unpack while I get the guys over to play poker, and don't be loud!" The ugly man snarled as he lumbered into the house.

    after seeing the man, I dreaded what the others looked like, but to my surprise, the woman who emerged from the passengers side was actually really pretty. She had golden brown hair and eyes that sparkled with kindness. She reminded me a lot of my own mom, but bigger. For a human she actually seemed decent. Sally- I recall that was her name- walked to the trunk of the car and began to open it.

    Then the third began to emerge from the car, I had only caught a glimpse of his jet black hair when I was suddenly. Tugged back by my arm.

    "Nico, you cant just run for like that, what if someone saw you?" My big sisters panicked but stern expression made me drop my gaze.

    "Sorry, I was just curious" I muttered guiltily.

    "it's okay, but you have to be more careful next time." She looked back to where I had been "common, we need to get home before mom gets too worried" she said gesturing to the entrance near the sewage drain.

    We walked to the entrance and bianca went in first, but before I entered I looked back and gasped. There all the way on the other side of the house, peeking out from behind the corner wall, was a little boy. The human child had the most piercing sea green eyes, he looked about thirteen and his skin was a beautiful hue of olive. He was staring right at me, his eyes wide as saucers, and mouth agape in shock.

    Startled, I broke the gaze and quickly darted into the entrance. Bianca was not too far away from me and walking with her back to me. I shook my head and tried to act normal as I ran up to meet her, but I couldn't get that boys face out of my head.

    "What took you so long?" She inquired as I caught up with her out of breath.

    "Thought I-" I huffed "saw something" I took in a sharp breath "gods, why are you so fast?"

    My sister laughed "its only because your so little, don't worry, when your big like me you'll be the fastest borrower ever" she patted my head lightly ruffling my hair in the process.

    "even faster then you?" I asked eagerly, filled with a new desire to run.

    "maybe~" she said before yelling "tag!" And racing off.

    "hey that not fair" but all she did was keep running and giggling.

    Once I finally got home Bianca was sitting at our dinner table happily slurping up soup my mom had made. My mom was working in the kitchen and she smiled when she saw me.

    "Nico darling, could you pass me the Basel leave please?" She said, and her eyes crinkled in a warm comforting way when she smiled. I reached over to our pantry box and sorted through it until I found the Basel, then i handed it to my mom "Thank you dear, why don't you go join your sister at the table, your dinner will be ready soon"

    I walked over and sat down next to my sister "why'd you ditch elite that?" I scowled at her.

    "it was just a joke" she giggled "but I'm sorry or ditching you, I just wanted to show you that you're not faster then me yet" she smiled sweetly and I sighed in defeat.

    "it's okay,just don't do it again k?"

    "okay," she said.

    My mom brought the food to the table and sat down, we all ate together. And for that moment everything was perfect. After I went to bed though I just couldn't get those eyes out of my head, something about them. They were striking like they knew things, so many things, yet still so innocent.

    I tossed and turned for a few hours but just couldn't get to sleep. It had always been something I struggled with. Finally I gave up on sleep and walked out to get some fresh air. If I couldn't sleep i could at least practice.

    The night air was risk and chilly, but not uncomfortably so. I stood on the space between thee entrance of our house and the grass of the side yard. I exhaled a focused breath and held out my hand palm down and focused on the dark aura coming from the ground.

    Then it began to happen, a light rumbling coming from the ground. Small bones began to emerge and collect themselves together until they finally created a complete skeletal mouse, with glowing orbs where the eye sockets were.

    "Welcome Prince of Darkness, how can we serve your highness?" They both spoke in complete unison which, yeah I get it, a little creepy, but thats just my life.

    "I need you take me inside the house, I trust you know a way" I spoke with complete confidence. Now that I think about it, I was a freaky eleven year old, raising the dead and all. The mice nodded then let me mount one of their skeletal backs.

    We set off, the mice were quite happy to be able to run again. That's one thing I've found about the dead, they are usually pretty cool with helping you out as long as they get to be sort-of-alive again. Though there was this one guy who kept talking about getting revenge on some Di-noi-ssi-us guy, I didn't really understand him all that much so I just. Buried him again.

    We hadn't been going very far when I spotted my target, a Kit-Kat bar that had been dropped beneath the counter. I ordered the other undead mouse to carry it and they obliged, then we continued on. I really wanted to see that boy again when he couldn't see me. We searched around the whole house and finally found him in the room to the far right of the front door.

    The mice helped me get unto a nearby empty bookshelf that had been recently moved. I looked down to the corner of the rom where the boy's cot lay, with him sleeping in it. It's not stalking if it's for research right? I watched his relaxed breaths as he dreamed peacefully. I opened the kit-kat bar as quietly as i could and began munching on it as I observed the boy.

    In the moonlight his lips looked soft and his hair lightly brushed across his face. I sighed longingly, I wondered what it would be like to be his size, or even better, his friend. I began to zone out but snapped back to reality when I heard a sharp intake of breath from the human boy. I looked to see what he was looking at. Crap.

    One of the mice was skittering around not a foot away from his face. I observed as he carefully snatched up the undead mouse, and examined it as it crawled around his hand. He giggled quietly as he tiny mouse touched noses with him. The sound was like the freshness o a morning breeze. A quiet sigh escape my lips, he was perfect. I wished that I could be in the mouses place.

    "Hey there little guy" he spoke softly, and his voice was so beautiful. "Where'd you come from, and how are you moving?" The mouse didn't reply, simply sniffing his hands instead.

    I rested my hand behind me but froze when I heard a crinkle behind me.

[pain-is-too-tired]

Borrower au memes

Cause I like be silly ✨️ they're so Chaotic i love them.

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Chapter 4

almost as the clock strikes 12 here is chapter FOUR. one whole year later. sorry. i cant expect myself to meet deadlines i make for myself. i think its like 3.5k words o7

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Gio, no doubt sitting in the ruins of a sand dune beyond the lengths of repair, and more than likely covered in a plethora of various bug bites, felt that he was building more bridges than he had burned in the past day. The little man hadn’t run for cover the minute he’d sat down to make himself comfortable, though they still looked ready to jump away at the first sign of danger. Gio guessed he could count that as a success.

The time on his phone was a little after twelve-thirty— Gio finished off the last of the granola bar and tucked the wrapper into his pocket. He peered down at the stranger, who warily glanced up at him. The expression on their face was uncertain, their eyebrows upturned in worried arches, their cheeks a blotchy red; Gio remembered they were crying while he tried to free them from the net. He suddenly felt bad for making them stand there. “You can leave if you want,” he offered, “I’m not trying to keep you here. B-But, that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate this, of course!” 

“I didn’t know if you were real or not, coming out here,” he started, scratching the back of his neck. “My sister saw the bite you gave me and told me it looked like some animal, and I was sorta starting to believe her..?” Gio shrugged the feeling of doubt away and grinned, “So, thanks for talking to me— or, uh, standing with me. It's nice to not feel crazy.”

The little man shifted in their spot, awkwardly kicking sand to cover their feet only to shake it off again. Despite the dismissal, they still stood rooted to their spot, with no intention of leaving, it seemed. They moved to hold the peanut beneath an arm and instead focused on the sticky knots that matted their beard from the honey of the granola bar.

Gio watched them tug at their beard, wincing each time their neck jerked from a particularly stubborn clump until the secondhand pain became too much to bear. “Here,” he offered, leaning over to pull a water bottle from his backpack, “Have some water. It might help get the honey out before you rip off your beard.”

The stranger's hand pulled from their beard, their grooming interrupted as Gio reached for his backpack. They clutched the peanut with white knuckles and curled their toes in the sand, charged to bolt if Gio decided to make any more sudden movements. Gio offered a placating hand, his water bottle gripped in the other fist. “Sorry—!” He mumbled, embarrassed at his lack of foresight, “I'll move slower, promise.”

Gio could feel the little man's eyes intently on him as he carefully poured a capful of water, as though every little move he made was under the most intense scrutiny. He placed it a few steps away from his calf and quickly withdrew his hands, waiting for the stranger to make their decision. They considered the offering, then turned to the nearby underbrush; Gio could watch the wheels turn in their head as they weighed the benefits of freshwater against the safety of the bramble. Mindlessly, a hand reached up to fiddle with their beard, but recoiled at the feeling of matted knots. They turned to the capful of water again with a hesitant expression.

”You don't need to worry,“ Gio assured them, “It's just water. It’s a little warm. But I promise it’s clean, I’ve been drinking it all day. Uh, unless you're worried about germs, or something— I can't promise you it's that clean.“

The stranger stared up at him for a few moments, that same worried expression still on their face, and Gio waited with bated breath. He could feel the little man searching for a lie in his expression, and Gio hoped he wasn't falsely showing one. He offered a smile, friendly and hopeful as he tried to hide his nervousness. Thankfully, though, the stranger's scrutiny didn't last much longer— they seemed to come to the conclusion that they could tolerate his presence for a little longer if it benefited them, whatever Gio's motives were.

Gio watched curiously as the little man pulled the cap of water further from his calf and started to drink, cupping handfuls of water to their mouth with rapid fervor; they must've been thirstier than they let on. Once their beard was thoroughly soaked, they worked on tugging out the knots again, this time with ease. Gio grinned, satisfied that the man appeared a little better, but he still wished he could get a closer look at them.

His little guest still entertained themself with the cap of water, dipping their face in the pool, their peanut temporarily discarded at their side. Gio waited until their face was submerged to begin to move, slowly crossing his legs until he could lean his elbows into the sand and stare down at the man as if studying a particularly interesting insect.

When they lifted their head and wiped the water from their eyes, the stranger caught sight of Gio looming over them and leapt away, the capful of water spilling in their haste. They stood, charged to run. Gio watched their every little movement with quiet fascination. He absorbed every detail— from the messy stitches in their clothes to the pinkish sunburn that colored their skin. Their expression was tight with worry and their hair bristled on end as Gio’s eyes passed closely over them. Out from the sides of their thick, full hair stuck two large, round ears that twitched at every little sound. Gio exhaled — still awed by the existence of the little man — and accidentally rustled the hair of the stranger. “Sorry,” he leaned back, suddenly beginning to worry all this studying might kill them, “You’re just really cool.”

There was no response. Gio watched the man’s puffed-up fur gradually start to settle. They patted down any patches that persisted in a bristle. Gio sat back on his heels, reached to check for the time, and felt the weight of his eyelids double the second the number ticked on screen. 

Gio yawned, exhaustion beginning to catch up with him as the night continued in its standing lull. He turned his head up to the sky, past the tall bushes and the bamboo to stare at the stars, and sighed. “I should probably go home.” More of a statement than a suggestion, he reached behind himself for his backpack. “Are you headed home soon?”

The redhead straightened up a bit at being addressed, and responded with a quick nod. They took a few steps towards the bushes. 

“Cool.” Gio craned his neck over the bushes, then through their lower brambles. He wasn’t sure what exactly he was looking for — a small, dollhouse-like structure beneath the leaves, or a glimmer of light? — but he saw nothing. He tugged on his backpack. “Do you want me to walk you back?” He tried.

They looked uncomfortable with the suggestion, slightly curling in on themself while they bared a set of awkwardly grimacing yellowing teeth. They shook their head for good measure, though Gio had already gotten the message. Disappointed, he nodded. “Well, what if we meet up again sometime?” Gio held out hope for another shot.

No harsh reaction immediately followed the inquiry, which Gio took for a good sign, though the long pauses of blank stares were equally just as unnerving. He held his breath while he waited for an answer, watching the little man thoughtfully square their jaw as their eyes quickly snapped to meet his, like they were searching for the source of an ulterior motive there. For some reason, Gio felt himself getting nervous — was he hiding something? He didn’t think so. Regardless, he did his best not to show it. 

When the little man found nothing in his eyes, they subtly let their jaw relax and rumbled an exhausted growl of relief. Their expression betrayed the sound, their brow still pulled tightly to their nose, upturned with worry — Gio had half a mind to ask if they always looked like that, though he was beginning to become more unsure if the question would be answered with a ‘no.’ But, even so, as they hesitantly shrugged — a response that could realistically be a polite decline, had the little man meant it that way — Gio was ecstatic. “That’s great!” He exclaimed, the nervousness that had seized him just moments before making way for a giddy feeling of enthusiasm. “What’s best for you? Should I come here, or do you want to start coming to me…?”

Shellshocked, but too reserved to correct Gio if their intention had been to deny, they slowly pointed at him. The man seemed fairly settled in his decision, though Gio was still a bit unsure of the agreement. “You want to come to me?” The little man nodded. “Okay, yeah! That works fine.”

He knelt on the boardwalk and leaned over the lip until he spotted the little red-headed man slightly tucked away into the foliage. “I live on Atlantic, if that means anything,” he grinned, pointing through the trees and bushes, “It’s two walks over, just skip the first one; the gray house is mine. It has our name on it— well, it says ‘Clark,’ which is my last name. I’m there pretty often, if you need anything. Or if you just want to say hi.”

The little man glanced in the direction he was pointing, as if to politely consider the offer before giving their answer — then nodded. Gio, hovering upside down over the edge of the boardwalk, gave an excited thumbs up, “Great! My family’s fine, so if you see them, don’t get too concerned. But, uh, I’ll try to find time out there at night for myself, so you can talk to just me, if you want.”

The man didn’t respond this time, their expression only tightening a bit — an expression Gio couldn’t quite get the read on that he would have liked. He left the conversation at that. “I hope you… feel better. Sorry, again, about everything.” A pause. “Yeah,” he added, “I’ll see you later… Have a good night, man.”

Gio stood, dusted off his knees and knocked the sand from his shoes, gave the tattered net a grim once-over, and had half a mind to break the thing over his knee — but, ultimately, decided against it after remembering the last time he was whacked from the recoil of a fishing pole. 

As he walked home, suddenly more aware of each footfall with the knowledge of the man who lived beneath the boardwalk, Gio let his mind wander to his family — how would they react to seeing a man a fraction of their size? Living, breathing, thinking? Would they take it well?

Should he even tell them…?

Gio let the thought ruminate. There was no guarantee they’d even see the little guy if he never told them about them. If the stranger showed up at their doorstep looking for a conversation, Gio was certain they’d hide from unknown family members, whether they knew about them or not — though, they’d probably appreciate it if his family wasn’t chasing after them, like he had. Gio shrugged to himself. He wouldn’t tell his family, to save everyone the hassle.

Plus, he wasn’t sure he had taken the news so well himself.

Sure, stumbling across the little guy in the gully left him fascinated and even more curious by the bizarre discovery, but he thought back to the feeling of the man in his palm… they couldn’t have weighed more than a few ounces — not even a pound — and when they stood before him for their mimed conversation, Gio couldn’t help but notice how pale and thin their body was. 

Gio slowed his pace as he thought. Was the stranger hungry? Sick? He wished they had taken more food, if that was the case. He could spare it easily— though, with the way the little guy struggled to carry their cargo after the hopefully- generous-enough offering, the issue seemed not to come in the offering, but in receiving. There was no way they could have comfortably brought more food home. Maybe he could bring some more interesting things next time he planned to look for the stranger again. Or, he could wrap a few provisions in some napkins and leave them on the little man’s doorstep, once he knew where it was. He just hoped the man was eating comfortably.

The idea that they might not be bothered him. He’d never seen a person like that before, but the fact that there was one meant that there had to be more — were they all so thin? Hanging so closely to the threat of starvation that their skin paled and pulled tight to the bone? He hoped not. He hoped his little stranger was just an outlier. 

Gio realized, as he found himself a few paces from his doorstep, that he hadn’t been watching his feet while he was lost in thought about the nutrition of the little man. In a heart-wrenching panic, he glanced back at the boardwalk, dreading to find any unfortunate soul who’d wandered into his path, but thankfully found nothing in the dim reflection of moonlight off the wooden slats. He sighed, and resigned himself to his screen-paneled front door — where he made sure not to let it slam behind him, or let the hinges squeak too loudly.

As his phone’s clock turned past one-thirty in the morning, he turned its flashlight to the floor, kicked off his sneakers, and softly found his way up the stairs, around the bend of the hallway and—

“Hey.”

Gio jumped, nearly dropping his phone, but catching it before it could make a parent-waking clatter. Shining his flashlight down the hallway, Nicolette poked her head from her open bedroom door. “Nico!” he hissed, narrowing his eyes at her through the darkness, “What?! Why are you even awake?!”

“It’s not that late. Plus, I heard you sneak out at eleven-thirty and wanted to know where you headed off to without inviting me.” Nicolette leaned against her doorway, “Were you hanging out with Monty again?”

Gio shrugged — it seemed as good a coverup as any, “Yeah. They wanted to sit over by the bay.”

“Why’d you have a net?”

Gio’s flashlight slightly faltered. He could feel this conversation twist itself into an interrogation as the moments passed and the questions became more detailed. It was rare that a Clark sibling conversation could last more than a few minutes without turning into some kind of debate, and it seemed Gio couldn’t save this one’s meager life. “How did you know I had a net?”

Nicolette gestured into her room with a shrug of her shoulders, “You’re not the only one with a window.”

He grit his teeth, “We were catching crabs.”

“What’re you?” Nicolette scoffed, “Seven?”

Gio turned back down the hallway to his own bedroom door and slid his bag inside before he whispered again, his voice exasperated, “Whatever! If you wanna keep talking, come over here. We’re gonna wake up mom and dad.”

His sister huffed, but pushed herself off her doorway nonetheless. She made herself comfortable on the foot of her brother’s bed and leaned her back against the neighboring wall as Gio closed the door behind them — making sure to give the hallway a quick, cursory glance, just in case.

Gio flicked on a lamp and shook some of the long-clinging sand from the legs of his pants — Nicolette fixed him with a studious gaze. He paused. “What?”

She narrowed her eyes, “What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing’s going on with me,” Gio lied.

Nicolette ignored him. She pointed to the band-aid on his hand, “First, you come home with your hand mauled. Then, you wander off at night with a net, and won’t tell me where you went. What are you really trying to catch?”

“I told you already,” Gio shrugged, turning to rummage through his dresser for a set of pajamas, “it was a fly. And I was catching crabs with Monty.”

“Yeah, you know that’s not true,” Nicolette called his bluff, a triumphant smirk in her voice, “Plus, I can see your face getting red from here.”

She was right. Gio could feel his face getting warm, too. That always happened when he lied or started to get nervous. Usually, he’d find the chance to hide the pinkness of his cheeks before it got too obvious — his most common solution was to run away — but with his sister sitting so firmly on his only hope for safe haven, he’d have to resign himself to embarrassment. “Fine,” he rolled his eyes, “That’s not true.”

Nicolette perked up. “Okay… then tell me what is!”

Gio crossed his arms. He loved his sister, but he wasn’t going to let her strongarm him into giving up all his secrets so easily this time. Maybe he didn’t want to tell her. “Well, y’know, maybe I don’t want to tell you,” he echoed his own thoughts, “Why do you always need to know everything?”

She thunked her head against the wall, “It can’t be that serious.”

He shrugged, doing his best to keep his cheeks from turning red. He was lying in every way — not only verbally, to his sister, but to himself. It was that serious. “I don’t know. Maybe it is.”

“Ugh! Gio!” she exclaimed, her voice still a whisper, “Just tell me!”

He wanted to tell her badly. Gio took a deep breath, and he held it for a moment, trying to keep himself from spilling the entire story of the stranger right then and there — but, as he opened his mouth to exhale, the dam broke. “It’s a… little man?!” Gio could have shouted with all the pent-up bewilderment of the nights before, if not for his parents’ room just a few doors down, “Like, really little. I saw them and they bit me and then I just couldn’t… stop thinking about it! I think they live under the boardwalk.”

The room was silent. Nicolette fixed him with an incredulous stare, her eyes tinged with a softness of worry after her brother’s seemingly nonsensical story. “A little man…?”

He was pathetic. His decision to not to tell his family had been compromised at the slightest bit of pressure from his sister. But, there was no going back now. “A little man.” He implored. 

“Okay…” she started slowly, then cocked her head, “You're sure you’re not sick?”

Gio wiped a hand down his face with a tired groan as his cheeks turned even redder for a different, embarrassed reason. “Whatever,” he mumbled, and strictly pointed at the door, “Get out so I can go to sleep. If you want to actually listen, find me in the morning.”

Nicolette rolled onto her feet, resigning to let whatever tall-tale Gio was telling settle for the night. “Fine, fine.” She shrugged and pulled the door open, stepping into the hallway — but not without turning in a sharp about-face to leave her brother with a final threat, “Expect to hear from me tomorrow.”

He closed the door behind her, an unamused expression atop his still-rosy cheeks. With the quiet click of the door handle closing, he flopped heavily onto his mattress. For a moment, he stared blankly at the ceiling, an image of the little man forming in his memory to play back the motions of the night. He wanted to laugh. Sharing a granola bar with a stranger past midnight is a novelty story to begin with, but for that stranger to be a fraction of Gio’s own height was taking the story to an even further, funnier degree. 

He could feel his smile crack. It was funny. Gio quietly laughed to himself as he changed into his pajamas and began his nightly routine — silently down the hall, so as to not alert his parents, or possibly his sister again, who uncharacteristically kept her door open a crack as if to listen for any suspicious, brotherly noises. He thought of the little man in their home, wherever that may be, following a routine just the same as Gio’s as they prepared for bed. He hoped they enjoyed the peanut. And he hoped the chunk of granola bar would hold them over for a while, since it looked like a Thanksgiving turkey in their arms. 

He kicked up his bedsheets and slid beneath them, finally placing his glasses on the bedside table for the night with an exhausted sigh. Tomorrow, he’d have to find time in the night when he could convince his family to give him some space as he sat on the deck.

That was, if the little stranger even came to visit.

[formulaonedirection]

someone save poor p please

https://www.instagram.com/p/CsOe5tnRBdM/?igshid=NTc4MTIwNjQ2YQ==

LFKSADHJSLKHDdALKSDHJKLA literally free her....

[racequeenparadise]

Ayaka Okajima, Nico Girl (2019)

[thatonegiantess]

Silly one piece dream where Franky played with tiny Nami and Robin xD just a random doodle you might get a kick out of.

[autumnevewalker-authorblog]

Watch "Shadowstorm books trailer" on YouTube

I'm gonna have to get back into reading more of G.T. Almasi's first Shadowstorm novel I bought as a Kindle ebook copy a few years ago. I had plans to write my own espionage thriller series starring a female lead. But I haven't had much luck figuring out many ideas to come up with.

I eventually developed a crush on Alix Nico, the protagonist of the Shadowstorm books. And it's because of this crush that I wanted to write a lesbian spy thriller. I still plan to.

[everythingne]

double dealing /ˌdəbəlˈdēliNG/

( noun. ) the practice of working to people's disadvantage behind their backs.

formula racing is luxurious and lucrative, everyone knows that.

but what most people don't know about is the secret races that are bet on with hand signals and whispers over radios in the dark. the double dealing. somehow, you have fallen right in.

(formula one x reader, street racers au. masterlist.)

masterlist !

general warnings for this series: kinda basing this off of the fast and furious series, there is mentions of drugs/weapons trafficking, sabotage, car accidents and more. each fic in the au will be individually tagged with its warnings.

notes from nicole: pls send in a dm or comment asking to be put on the taglist, and really don't hesitate to throw in an ask for a fic of certain driver in this series! i've been slowly building this up behind the scenes for a bit and would love to have y'all help build the world with me.

also i spent so long figuring out everyones cars. help.

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max verstappen - 1 known as the lion, drives a 1999 Subaru WRX. sergio perez - 11 known as checkers, drives a 2013 Toyota 86. george russell - 63 known as shades, drives 2000 Porsche Boxster. lewis hamilton - 44 known as sir, drives a 1996 Subaru Impreza. charles leclerc - 16 known as predestined, drives a 2018 Porsche 911 GT3. carlos sainz - 55 known as operator, drives a 1998 Ferrari F355. oscar piastri - 81 known as goss(ip), drives a 2000 Toyota Supra MK IV. lando norris - 4 known as hotshot, drives a 2001 Honda S2000. lance stroll - 18 known as payday, drives a 2016 Porsche Cayman GT4. fernando alonso - 14 known as the godfather, currently not driving. oversees operations. esteban ocon - 31 known as bestie, drives a 1997 Chevrolet Corvette. pierre gasly - 10 known as jj, drives a 1968 Plymouth Road Runner. alexander albon - 23 known as smokey, drives a 1970 Pontiac LeMans. logan sargeant - 2 known as bandit, drives a 2002 Pontiac Firebird. daniel ricciardo - 3 known as badger, drives a Nissan Skyline GT-R R33. yuki tsunoda - 22 known as insid(ious), drives a 1998 Mazda RX-7 valtteri bottas - 77 known as mullet, not currently driving. handles crowd control. zhou guanyu - 24 known as assassin, drives a 2015 Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution. kevin magnussen - 20 known as papa bear, currently not driving. handles bet pools. nico hulkenberg - 27 known as the hulk, currently not driving. scouts locations for races.

[opelman]

Porsche 911 GT3 R / Gustav Bergström / SWE / Nico Menzel / DEU / Car Collection Motorsport by Artes Max Via Flickr: Official Winter Test / International GT Open 2024 / Circuit de Barcelona

[youjustwaitsunshine]

so i did some digging into the 1999 trofeo delle industrie (as you do) and not only did i find a color version of the podium seb posted

but look who was also present that weekend, albeit in a higher category:

here's some timing sheets, you might also recognize alessandro pier guidi who now drives in wec and who fraudulently took the deserved championship from the 92 porsche which i will neither forget nor forgive

and also this adorable lewis pic:

also i believe this might have been one of the first instances of seb and lewis meeting since seb mentions hearing of lewis for the first time at around that age in their joint interview with natalie pinkham

edit: so in the interview seb says that he did hear of/notice lewis the first time in 1999, but during the karting junior championships where sebs older teammate Reinhard Kofler, who at the time won that championship ahead of lewis and alessandro bonetti (funnily enough the guy on the podium with seb so he must have moved to a higher category some time in 1999), pointed lewis out to seb and told him that he'd be in f1 one day

(also interesting to note, seb said he'd remembered lewis being third in said championship, then lewis corrects him and goes no i was second, nico was third, which is also wrong because while lewis did indeed get second, nico only got fourth, after bonetti who ended up in gt and a bit of endurance racing until about 2012)

[kosite]

one of my favorite motorsport events of the year is almost here! the 24 hours of daytona starts january 27th, so i’ve assembled a list of some names i recognize who will be competing!

full entry list | how to watch

in the GTP Class

01 scott dixon, alex palou (with Sebastien Bourdais, Renger van der Zande)

7 felipe nasr, josef newgarden (with Frederic Makowiecki, Dane Cameron)

10 brendon hartley, marcus ericsson (with Ricky Taylor, Filipe Albuquerque)

31 jack aitken, tom blomqvist (with Pipo Derani)

40 louis deletraz, colton herta, jenson button (with Jordan Taylor)

in the LMP2 Class

2 pato o’ward (with ben hanley, ben keating, nico pino)

8 scott mclaughlin (with John Farano, Michael Dinan, Ferdinand Habsburg)

22 felix rosenqvist, paul di resta (with Dan Goldburg, Bijoy Garg)

52 clement novalak (with Jakub Smiechowski, Tom Dilmann, Nick Boulle)

74 felipe massa (with Gar Robinson, Felipe Fraga, Josh Burdon)

in the GT Daytona Pro Class

1 sheldon van der linde (with Madison Snow, Bryan Sellers, Neil Verhagen)

3 alexander sims (with Antonio Garcia, Dani Juncadella)

9 james hinchcliffe, alex rossi (with Oliver Jarvis, Marvin Kirchhofer)

14 kyle kirkwood (with Jack Hawksworth, Ben Barnicoat, Mike Conway)

in the GT Daytona Class

13 alex lynn (with Orey Fidani, Matt Bell, Lars Kern)

32 maximilian götz (with Mike Skeen, Mikael Grenier, Kenton Koch)

60 romain grosjean (with Claudio Schiavoni, Matteo Cressoni, Matteo Cairoli)

66 katherine legge, tatiana calderon (with Sheena Monk, Stevan McAleer)

83 iron dames - rahel frey, sarah nový, michelle gatting

[gtzel]

Without the Sun- a Nico di Angelo GT fanfiction

IV. I Tell Bicana the Truth

First/previous/next

While Bianca and I did chores I thought it would be a good time to bring up the question about Dad. We were hanging laundry outside under the drainage vent when I asked her.

"Don't you think it's funny we don't know anything about dad? Why do you think that is" I asked casually.

"What?" She asked her face draining of color.

"You know, I never met him, I was just wondering if mom ever told you anything about him" I clarified.

"No, she never talks about him, you know. Ever since he left she's had to raise him on her own, which is already hard with one kid, but with two, well, it's not easy" she talked in such a way that it was easy to understand.

"I know he left when I was born but, did you ever find out why?" I pushed the question further.

"No, mom just said he left one day. You already know this, same as me" she spoke with a nervousness about her.

"Well don't you think it's strange...we can do things that aren't normal for borrowers?"

Bianca turned to me with a quizzical look on her face "w-What kind of things are we talking about"

"Oh you know, like superpowers" I said nonchalantly "can you pass me the clips" I reached for the small basket of makeshift laundry clips and began hanging the laundry.

"Wait Superpowers?! I don't remember anything that has to do with superpowers!"

I looked at her confused "wait, so you can't like, talk to the dead skeletons or anything?"

She looked at me in complete bafflement "NO? Wait Nico...DO YOU HAVE SUPERPOWERS?!"

"YOU DON'T?!"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!"

"kids, quiet down, your going to attract the beans if you keep yelling like that" mom yelled from the kitchen entrance.

Bianca whispered to me "Nico, tell me honestly, what is going on with you?"

"I-I uh...." I gulped "I can talk to mice skeletons and stuff..." I showed her as I focused on my power and the earth beneath us. Then it began to happen. A mouse skull emerged from the ground along with its other bones. 'Welcome prince of darkness, how may I serve thee' "see!" I said after it spoke.

Bianca stared at me in shock "what the heck" she began to back away.

"Wait it's not like that! I'm not hurting them or anything they just follow me and talk to me and get me things. Is this not normal?!"

"N-Nico...I don't think your normal..." she said and I could see she was trembling.

"Wait Bianca, don't be scared, he won't hurt you!" As my focus wavered, so did my power. The skull began to rattle and settle itself back into the freshly uncovered dirt.

"W-what was that Nico?! Why did it call you that?" She asked a shadow passing over her face.

"This may sound crazy, but I think..." I took a deep breath "I think I know who dad really is."

Bianca stared at me with a mix of fear and shock "you think you know who dad is?"

I nodded "I think dad is, a god"

Bianca was silent for a moment but finally spoke "what do you mean"

"Bianca, I think our dad is Hades, god of the underworld. I think... we're demigods"

Bianca didn't speak for a long time after that. I continued to ramble on about why a thought that but I wasn't sure if she was even listening. We finished our chores in silence and then went our septet ways to do other menial tasks around the house.

The next time we spoke was at dinner when mom began talking about the new people moving in.

"-so far I don't think they suspect anything which is good. The husband is messy and easy to borrow from and the others seem neat enough, but overall I think they should be safe enough to live around." She spoke

"Hey mom, when do you think I'll be allowed to start day-borrowing like you?" Bianca asked hopefully.

" I don't know sweetie, it's really not very safe for someone your age to be going out in broad daylight. But I suppose you've been careful enough when going out with Nico. Maybe sometime next week, if all goes well and you prove your responsible enough"

Bianca was elated and happily finished her meal without stall.

The next few days passed in a blur, I hadn't yet gotten a chance to meet Percy again which disappointed me. But Bianca did let me train with her, and she even made a new hook so I could have her old one. We still hadn't talked any more about my powers or Dad, and I think she was training so hard to keep her mind off things.

She worked on her climbing and running and after a while I got bored and began playing with my figurines. I acted out mini battles but after a while I got bored of that too.

"Bianca play with me" I wined

"No I'm- too busy- practicing" she said in between grunts.

"Ugh, fiiiine, I'll just go exploring or something..."

"Don't go too far, it's almost dark" she yelled as I walked to the exit tunnel. I yelled a quick reply back and headed to go see what else I could do.

After a while of walking through the tunnels I ended up in an inevitable place. Percy's room. He had changed quite a few things about it. For one, he actually had a bed this time. His room wasn't extremely cluttered like most boys rooms, but there were a few things that I noticed seemed out of place in a child's room.

He had a long and very pointy horn that curved a wired way, and it looked roughly cut. Another thing was a watch hanging on the wall. There was a picture of him with two other kids, a blonde girl with grey eyes and a freckled boy with curly brown hair.

There was also a necklace that I had seen him wearing earlier that had two clay beads on it. The beads looked like they had little drawings on them but I was too far away to see the. I didn't understand what was so significant about those items in particular but they littered his desk and walls at random so I just figured they were keepsakes or something.

I looked around to see where he might be but he appeared to be out of his room at the moment. I was about to go back home when I heard steps approaching and door began to open.

[pain-is-too-tired]

Not enough g/t pjo content tbh.

Which is surprising, like the gods canonically tend to stay in giant forms on Olympus and in their realms. You're telling me there's hardly any fanart of Big Apollo or Poseidon snuggling their children?

Disappointed in y'all /lh/j

[glitteratti]

5 fucking episodes of the newest olympian until i gt to ttc and. most importantly: NICO

[myfatmuses]

@slob-multiverse

After a thrilling world martial arts tournament. GT 18 has been informed she’s the aunt to a pair of what could best be described as hell spawn. “Dad always said you were big but now I’m worried I’m part whale.” Nico scoffed. The thin goth Lolita heavily contrasting her senior.

"sorry to tell you this but it's going to happen you're going to balloon out like this one day our mother and grandmother were just like this. " The Android was lying they barely even remembered what their parents were like let alone what a grandmother was but a little bit of fear never hurt a potential niece into being a bit more respectful to their aunt

[creatorofuniverses]

Gt July Day 10 – Ancient

A bit behind as ever, but I was actually really looking forward to this one! I took it as an opportunity to flesh out a bit of lore for The Sacrifice, which is always fun.

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“Do you know much about gods?”

The question came from a god- Evine was looking down at Theophilos expectantly where the human sat by their hip. The god themself was seated on their couch, magically projecting one of their books into the thin air in front of them. Theophilos had only recently begun learning how to read and write; the large letters in the air were familiar for the first time in his life, but he still couldn’t hope to recognize any of the words. He shook his head regardless. Most of what he knew about gods he’d learned only after he was sacrificed to this one.

Evine picked him up, their large hands surrounding him even as Theophilos braced himself against one of their thumbs. He was getting more used to lifting quickly through the air like that, but it was still a little bit nerve-wracking. The god held them up just below their eye level with one hand and gestured to the projected text with the other. “Would you like to learn some?” Before Theophilos could nod, Evine looked at the book with a familiar distant, thoughtful expression. “I thought I knew a lot about gods. I am one, after all, and when I was born it felt like I knew so much about my own existence. But I’ve started to realize I don’t know much at all about the other gods, aside from what we are.” They sighed, giving Theophilos a wry smile, their perfectly symmetrical golden eyes a little sad. “The speakers are just now allowing me access to some books about the others. They’re a little old, I think, but it’s still a lot of information I didn’t know… want to hear some of the stories?”

Theophilos got a chance to nod this time, and he did. He only knew the vaguest things about the other gods – that they were the highest power, that they weren’t human, that each city-state had its own – but it would be interesting indeed to know more. Evine smiled and turned back to the book even as Theophilos made himself comfortable in their hand, settling in for the tale-telling.

“Alright.” Evine flicked their free hand across the projection, magically navigating a book stored in another room of the temple that was too small for them to read on its own. Theophilos watched with a familiar fascination keeping him entranced. Magic remained an incredible sight he had never expected to see for himself. “Let’s see here. Some of the stuff is boring accounts about human wars and things, but this is one of the stories about early events; it reads like a fairy tale, but Speaker Nico said it was true.” Theophilos couldn’t help but frown a little bit; he didn’t like any of the speakers, but Speaker Nico and Speaker Cassius both scared him, and he was fairly sure they knew more than they were letting on, even to their god. Not that he would put himself in danger by ever showing that sort of doubt. Evine smiled down at him, not catching his momentary lapse. “And I’ve heard that teaching is the best way of learning! So I’ll tell you so that I can remember.”

Theophilos didn’t know whether that was true one way or another – he’d never had formal learning until now, and certainly had never had the opportunity to teach anybody anything – but he nodded all the same. Evine lit up like the sun hitting the golden roofs of the city. It was so easy sometimes to make them happy- all Theophilos had to do was listen.

“Okay,” said Evine, settling further into their seat. The flowing white fabric of their garb pooled around their enormous, perfect legs. “Starting from the beginning. The gods are ancient.” They paused, and thought to add, “Well, I’mnot ancient, I’m twenty-three, but some gods are ancient. Gods don’t die, so, even ones that came into being a long, long time ago are still around.” They frowned at the text hovering in mid-air. “Sort of.”

They pointed to part of the page, though it wouldn’t help Theophilos at all given that he couldn’t read yet, and said, “It says here that the earliest gods were born at the beginning of time itself. They’re called the Triumvirate, because there were three of them, all equally old and powerful. Their names are Kol, Hara, and Thyn. When it came time to make the world, Kol created the sky, Hara created the water, and Thyn created the earth.” Evine paused. They looked at Theophilos, their fair eyebrows raised and furrowed. “Can you imagine that? Making an entire world?” Theophilos’s most marketable skill was making fabric, so the answer was clearly a negative, but Evine kept going. “I mean, I can make light, I can make things clean, I can make images and some wind maybe if I really think about it, but… the whole world?” The god looked towards their large window, which faced the nice part of the city-state of Adelfios and, beyond that, the glittering blue sea. “…I’m not sure I’m the same type of god as that,” they quietly admitted. They looked down at Theophilos, who looked up at them with worry for any sadness they might have, and put on a small smile. “Or maybe I’m just not old enough yet. I can’t imagine being as old as the world, but… maybe you get used to it?” They shrugged, looking a little uncomfortable with the notion – Theophilos could relate, he couldn’t imagine any of what Evine was positing, but then again he was only human – and turned back to the text instead of thinking aloud more on that subject.

“The world grew. Plants, animals, and people covered the surface of the earth, filled the waters and the skies. The new gods, the ones born to this world, had more curiosity about the creatures that populated it. While the Triumvirate lounged in the home of the gods beyond the world, watching it from afar, the new gods lived upon the earth. They waded through the waters, stood beneath the open sky. They walked among the humans and became involved in their societies.” Evine smiled down at Theophilos, rubbing a gentle thumb across his arm. “Well, I can understand that, at least. Humans are really interesting!”

Turning back to the text, Evine waved a hand to skip a few pages. “It talks a lot about the human societies that used to exist, and they fought a lot, and the gods apparently took sides and then changed sides and then came back to other sides, but the humans had changed by that point… I don’t know, it all sounds confusing and boring, honestly.” Theophilos didn’t know about boring – war didn’t sound very boring, and he’d heard some horrible rumors about the current battles on the frontier while he was still a beggar on the streets – but he supposed these were old wars that didn’t matter anymore, and he could easily agree with the confusing aspect. “But then, many centuries ago, things got a great deal less boring.”

“The humans had always fought each other, but for the first time, the gods themselves were strongly divided. Some, the older gods and the Triumvirate, wanted to be less involved with the problems of mortal men. They wanted to live in the home of the gods and ignore the troubles of the world they had created. But others, many of the newer gods that had been born into the world and been invested in the societies of the humans that lived there, wanted to stay and help the humans flourish. The gods argued bitterly for almost one hundred years. In the meantime, the people who relied on them struggled, praying to their gods for a solution that would help the mortal civilizations that needed them.”

Evine’s voice fell a little bit at that. Theophilos didn’t rightly know why, given that the humans the god actually knew could probably be counted on one hand, but Evine really did care about people. The god was surprisingly kind, all things considered.

“In the end, an agreement couldn’t be reached, and things got drastic. The Triumvirate and the gods who followed them selfishly decided to remove themselves from the world completely.” Evine frowned. “Well. That’s what the text says. I suppose it was probably a bit selfish, but I’m sure things were more complicated than all that. Anyways- they returned to the home of the gods, beyond the world, and closed the way to it. All of the other gods who wished to stay in the world could now never return to the home of the gods. Instead, they made their homes upon the world, each lending their strength to a city-state and helping the empire of Kostalos flourish and grow.” That name, at least, was familiar- even Theophilos knew that Adelfios was one of twelve city-states that made up the empire of Kostalos. The story had caught up to reality as Theophilos knew it.

Evine, too, seemed to be a little more comfortable now that the recorded history matched more of their own experience. “I do wish I could see the home of the gods,” they admitted, “but I’m also glad to be here in the world. The speakers told me when I was born that Adelfios had been waiting for a god for a long time. I’m glad to be here helping.” They looked down at Theophilos and offered a sheepish little smile, an expression that looked all too human even on the god’s huge, perfectly symmetrical face. “Not that I’ve helped much yet. But, I’m sure once I turn twenty-five and can leave the temple I’ll take on more responsibility and such. After I’ve learned more, from the books and everything.”

They sighed. Theophilos leaned his head back to look up at their face, beautiful and despondent. The god pined for things that Theophilos had no part in keeping from them; he still wasn’t sure why a god, huge and powerful as they were, ever had anything out of their reach. But Evine did, and Theophilos wished he could comfort them.

“I can’t wait to meet other gods like me,” Evine quietly said, though their cadenced voice still echoed through Theophilos when he was this close. They moved their hand slowly, holding him even closer, and added, “But at least I have you.”