#The Winner Takes It All

[geeklovesstuff]

The winner takes it all…

And nothing.

Back with the studies ✍️

[forgettable-au]

hi! just listened to "Slipping through my fingers" by ABBA and AYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO theis has so much forgettable au vibes!!!!! also it's such a great song!!! (i've never listened to ABBA before - except for "Mamma mia" 'cause my mom made me watch the movie when i was a kid - but now imma listen to more of their songs i think!)

EHEHEHEHE GLAD TO INTRODUCE YOU TO MORE ABBA SONGS

They're all so good oh my god

AND YEAH slipping through my fingers is devastating (for me at least) I love it so much and it reminds me of this AU a lot :>

[charleslelurk]

for the team

Part of The Winner Takes it All series by charleslelurk

Charles Leclerc/Carlos Sainz Jr 3.5k Rated E

Charles is inside the room lying on his back on the bed, but legs hanging off so his feet are on the floor. He doesn't move when he hears the door click open, or look at Carlos when the door closes softly behind him. Carlos stands near the door for a moment, waiting. It's always like this with Charles after a tense weekend, silences and stalemates. Carlos is refusing to break first. Charles just stares at the ceiling. After the tense sprint and their 1-2 finish at Circuit of the America's, Charles picks Carlos for his Winner's Room.

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[season-77]

Attention, a little contest to clear the air:

What in these photos looks familiar (aside from Shaun himself, of course)?

For the person who answers correctly first, an attractive prize awaits!

[aphshitpost]

who needs therapy when you have abba

hail abba

[tempural]

We've been watching Better Call Saul while taking care of our cats.

[wangxianficrecs]

The Winner Takes It All by YilingSani

The Winner Takes It All

by YilingSani (@yiling-sani)

M, 46k, Wangxian

Summary: "Wei Ying doesn't know why he ended up on this exact island. All he knows is that he's scared, alone and hungry. And with a child." ----- 18 years later Wei Yuan has grown into a proper young man, helping his Baba to run the hotel on the island. On the week of his wedding, Wei Yuan comes across Wei Ying's diary and decides to invite the man mentioned in it to the island, unaware of the consequences it will bring. Kay's comments: I never knew that I needed a MDZS Mamma Mia AU until I started reading this story. I have never even watched Mamma Mia (I know, shame on me, what kind of gay even am I), but I was so hooked on this story. So hooked in fact, that I read it first as it was published as a thread fic and then once again once it updated on AO3 and I could still hardly wait for the updates. The drama, the heartbreak, the angst, the found family! All of it was such a delight. The angst hit especially hard in this story and for the longest time, as a reader, you're wondering whether you even want Wei Ying and Lan Zhan to get back together again, but it all works out in the end without being a magical fix-it. Highly recommended. Excerpt: Granny Wen extends a hand to brush away a strand from the young man's face, but the moment her fingers touch his forehead, she feels the heat coming from the boy. He's running a fever. It would be inhuman to leave the boy to fate, so Granny Wen nudges him awake. Once the silver eyes open, they immediately fill with fear, and the boy draws deep into the corner, looking like a frightened deer. "It's alright," the woman speaks softly. "I won't hurt you." The silver eyes are puffy and red-rimmed - it's clear that the young man has cried himself to sleep. "It's alright," Granny Wen repeats. "You’re safe. I’m Granny Wen. What's your name?" "W-Wei Ying," the boy's voice is hoarse, his throat dry as a dessert. "Are you from the mainland?" she asks the next question, and the boy nods. She notices how the boy's hands are placed protectively on his belly and she frowns. "How old are you?" "Seventeen." Seventeen.

pov alternating, modern setting, modern no powers, mpreg, single parent wei wuxian, inspired by mamma mia!, one night stands, first time, unplanned pregnancy, traumatic childbirth, post-traumatic stress disorder, ptsd, illnesses, chronic illness, teen pregnancy, panic attacks, angst with a happy ending, emotional hurt/comfort, families of choice, no jiang cheng & wei wuxian reconciliation, background character death

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

[clareesiart]

The winner takes it all, the looser has to fall 🎭

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

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Want to listen to the playlist I created for this fic? Here you go.

Warnings: angst, mentions of poly relationships, and mention of past smut.

“I miss seeing that little crease you get between your eyebrows when you are concentrating on something,” a familiar, unwelcome voice commented.  “It’s the same one you get just before you fall apart in my arms.”

“Get a hobby and those memories will fade away.”

“I don’t want them to.”

“We don’t always get what we want,” you replied.  “For instance, I wanted the two men that I loved to love me in return.  Instead during our relationship, they decided that I wasn’t good enough for both of them.  They picked apart my character, highlighted my flaws, reminded me of my mistakes--”

“Stop,” Black whimpered.

You raised your chin defiantly, “And they proceeded to tell me that nobody else would ever love me once they found out about my flaws and mistakes.”

[anjelicawrites]

The winner takes it all

Chapter I

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x reader

Synopsis: inspired by the Æthelflæd and Erik's storyline in The Last Kingdom. Might be spoilerish if you haven't seen it (go watch it!!!), even though I've just stolen the inspiration and went on with the story my way.

Warnings: Canon compliant violence, kidnapping, reference to Aemond’s brothel experience.

A/N: reader is AFAB, they/them pronouns are used (they are called “lady” and “daughter of the North”). The only descriptor is that they have long hair

A/N 1: this is an AU. Look at me taking the canon story of Westeros and yell “Parkhour!” as I jump out of the window clutching it in my hands.

18+ only, tank you!

The story of how you found yourself in your current predicament is quite easy, almost laughable in its simplicity.

When the Valyrian troops had mobilized and marched North, your foolish husband had forced you to accompany him during the war, leaving you an easy prey for the Targaryen brothers, who had invaded the camp, while the men were trying to conquer a city that was left empty on purpose.

You had tried to flee and hide and when that didn't work, you had fought for your freedom, to no avail, Prince Aemond was a far too skilled swordsman, compared to you. Still, you had confronted him: you were a daughter of the North, if your people weren’t giving up, you weren’t, either!

He had stared at you with a surprisingly soft eye in contrast with the definitive, yet gentle, way he had told you that a fight would be of no use, yet you had refused to lower your weapon, your hand trembling around the hilt notwithstanding: you were going to try and conquest your freedom, or die, if necessary.

His men had laughed and he had hushed them with a cold stare

"As you wish" he had said, drawing his sword.

You had known you had not a chance by seeing the fluidity of his movements, but you weren't going to go down without a fight. As you had tried to get the upper hand, you had realized he was humoring you, letting you play, like a cat would with a mouse, until you had fallen on your back, your sword too far away for you to recover. You had lain there, waiting for death to approach and he had surprised you by grabbing your wrist to force you on your feet, his left hand tight around the nape of your neck, you frozen in fear as you had seen the cruel smiles of the men surrounding you

"They are precious - Prince Aemond had said calmly - they are our greatest bounty" and the pieces had fallen in front of your face.

Even though running away was pointless, you had tried to elbow him in the stomach and he had just pulled your trashing body over his shoulder, a firm hand to keep you there, as he had walked towards his brother and their army.

You had heard the dragons before you truly saw them, their powerful breathing and movements rocking the earth.

Prince Aemond had stopped and gracefully removed your body from his shoulder, a firm hand around your arm to keep you from going anywhere, but it was not needed, the vision of the powerful beasts had froze both your mind and body: you couldn't believe the dragoness Vhagar could be so massive. You've heard stories, who hadn't, but the reality was another thing, your eyes couldn’t compute and your brain couldn’t accept that a creature this big was capable of living and breathing in front of you. Why did the Gods old and new allow for such a creature to exist?

Using your shock against you, Prince Aemond had forced you to move, until you were at Vhagar’s side and there you had stayed, rooted, incapable of hearing what the Prince was telling you to do. It was strangers' arms that had forced you up the beast's massive body and it was Prince Aemond who had chained you to the saddle, you were too dumbfounded to do or say anything.

It was when Vhagar had moved to fly, that you had started screaming and thrashing, forcing Aemond to curl one arm around your body; you were going nowhere.

The feeling of Vhagar soaring into the sky had pushed your stomach up to your throat and you had to physically force yourself not to throw up, sitting still, eyes closed in terror as the beast flew vertically upward.

"Don't be afraid - Prince Aemond had told you calmly the moment Vhagar was horizontal again - these chains are Valyrian steel, you will not fall".

You could only answer with a litany of scared noes, shaming yourself and your House, earning a joyless chuckle from your captor.

"You saddled for two" you had said after what felt like hours, eyes still closed in fear, mind calmer

"Of course"

"You planned this, all of this"

"We lost a city but, thanks to you, we will conquer the whole of the North".

You had tried to dislodge his arm from around your waist and he had let you, but where could you go?

You had noticed how gently Vhagar was flying. She, or better her rider, had seemed keen on trying to make the journey less of a trauma as they could, keeping a sure course and going slow, Vhagar using the currents of wind to keep herself afloat, instead of her massive wings. You had dared open your eyes again and had focused on her scales, unexpectedly warm under your fingers, not trusting yourself to stare anywhere else, too afraid of your reaction, preferring to lose yourself in your thoughts.

Aemond's voice in your ear makes you jump out of your jumbled memories

"We are going to land. Vhagar will be as gentle as possible - he stops for a moment and hums softly - don't be afraid".

He follows with something in what you believe is High Valyrian and Vhagar starts flying downwards, slowly getting to the ground, where many people are waiting for your arrival.

It isn't casual that the brothers have you walk through the mob, you know they are parading you around as a trophy, showing their people who they have kidnapped. There are hands everywhere, trying to touch you and pulling at your dress with ferocity, as if they want to tear it from your body, to the point that Prince Aemond has to use his men to shield you from the brunt of it, until you enter a big building and are instructed to go down a flight of stairs.

You face a big wooden door that one of your captors opens before forcing you inside

"You have a cot, a table and a bucket. Someone will bring you food and ale".

You turn around to face Prince Aemond

"Do you expect a heartfelt thank you?"

One of the men, a brute with mismatched eyes walks towards you with a purpose and you stand your ground. You are scared, Gods so scared, but you are not going to show it to these men. You are their captive and it’s going to become everyone’s problem.

"I've heard of the courage of the children of the North. Those of you who don't know how to use a sword know how to die on it. It can't be said of many - Prince Aemond pins you with his lonely eye and you find yourself unable to to look away, mesmerized by the lilac hue - they are precious and not to be hurt" he reminds his men

"They showed you disrespect, Your Grace" the brute says, frozen on the spot by his prince’s words

"And what can the disrespect of a dove do to a dragon?"

With that you are left alone in your cell with your heavy thoughts, your body still high on adrenaline and rage seems incapable of staying still. You pace around your small cell, actually trying to gauge the door for signs of rot or any sort of weakness, finding nothing; checking the thick walls surrounding you proves to be equally useless, none of the bricks moves, there’s no mud nor signs of humidity to show you a way out of here. Desperate you use the bucket to prop yourself up a bit to look out the small, rectangular window, the only source of light. With effort and standing on your toes, you grab the bars and try to look outside, needing to see if there’s still some servant capable of helping you, but your sight is met by an outstanding number of silver-headed people.

Everywhere your eyes land, you see Valyrians and no Northerner, your mind flying to the rumors of Targaryens using blood magic to multiply the numbers of their people, in order to make the conquered Kingdoms their New Valyria.

You land back on the floor and start looking for a way out again, methodically trying every nook and cranny of your prison, searching for a secret passage, with no luck, hoping against all you know about this castle. Even the door is solid and study oak wood, the hinges are new and shiny, freshly made to imprison you.

This is the moment you break down, you huddle yourself into the farthest corner of the room and start crying, your face pressed against your bent legs; you long for your father’s strong embrace and your mother’s soothing words. How you wish you could go back to when you were a young child and the world was full of wonder.

You feel so alone.

A couple of floors above you, Aemond is polishing his armor. He has no taste nor interest for the feast his brother is leading for the army or to rape the women taken captive from the camp; his body shudders with disgust at the idea of violating another human being, knowing too well what it feels like. No, he orders himself, we are not going down that route, the dragon garnishes look filthy with blood and mud. Mother would be ashamed to see me parade around looking like that. His hands grab the chest piece with too much force, he folds his long back to look closely at the etched metal, trying to think of the best way to clean the intricate design and he sees where one of your hits has actually left a dent. His finger touches it absentmindedly while his brain goes back to your fight, rewinding it to analyze it: you are rusty but you have been trained, probably since you were young, given how you had managed to work around your weak spots and how fast you were on your legs, even after being chased in the woods. Given the proper training, maybe under someone like him, you’d go back to your former glory. All right, his hand stops caressing the denting, what is going on here? You are bounty, a means to an end. Yes, you are beautiful, even covered in filth and looking so different from what he’s used to, but you are a prisoner, worth your weight in gold and silver, nothing more. You’ll be used to extort all the money possible and then sent back to your husband. If you’re lucky, after the conquest, you will be married to a nobleman loyal to him and Aegon, to fortify the union between the North and New Valyria; again means to a bigger end and nothing more, still, the fear and courage he saw in your eyes, the way you didn’t back down until you saw Vhagar, intrigues him. Even on Vhagar, after your initial terror, you held yourself with a strength he has rarely seen in non dragonriders. Your husband is a lucky man, he thinks and hopes he cherishes you, because you are worth every praise.

Everythig taglist: @hightowhxre

Aemond taglist: @phantoms-main-blog

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𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝙻𝚞𝚅𝚊𝚉....

𝙳𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎?

𝙸𝚏 𝙷𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗...

𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙰𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚢 𝙿𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 🍑 🎧

[charleslelurk]

sigillare il destino

Part of The Winner Takes it All series by charleslelurk

Carlos Sainz Jr/Lando Norris, 4k, Rated E

"What has you bothered?" Lando asks, as his hands slip onto Carlos's sides to find the hem of his fireproof shirt to peel off. "Charles. He is being… jealous about this." Carlos motions between them. "The points." "Always about the fucking points." "Aye," Carlos says with fake reproach. "These five points could being the reason you win, no?" Lando sort of rolls his eyes as he tosses Carlos's shirt to the side. "Could," Lando says. "But I'm not here because of points, yeah?" Carlos nods. "No, not because of points." He leans back towards the bed and lifts his head expectantly and Lando leans forwards with a surprisingly dirty kiss for how quick it is. "Here for that?" Lando asks. Carlos closes his eyes. "Yes, that." The Winner's Room post Mexico 2024 fic

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[lostforce132]

Mamma Mia! mood board

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Mcwexler my beloved Mcwexler still my beating heart . Ooooghhh ooooooughh i finished the show and im so angsty over them oughhhgf , Saul,,, Kimby,, wwwwh whhy

Plus a bonus doodle because they actual destroy me