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for the bully!Max, Leclerc!Reader and chubby!reader simps in my requests…I heard you and I’m here to deliver 😼😼 enjoy!!

You Belong To Me ♥️

Bully!Max Verstappen x Chubby!Leclerc!Reader

say it louder, say it louder, who’s gonna love you like me (who’s gonna fuck you like me?)

Growing up as the youngest daughter in the Leclerc family, you’d had a childhood crush on your brother’s rival and friend, Max. But when you grew older he turned into your worst nightmare, always bullying you. You’ve been able to avoid him for the last 5 years - but now with your new engineer job on the paddock, you can’t hide from Max any longer…and can’t stop the feelings you still have for him.

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, size kink, dom/sub, dark! Max who bullies innocent virgin!reader, dub con, brainwashing, bimbofication, somno, yk all the good shit, WC 9k 😨

You shiver as you walk into your family’s childhood vacation home along the Cote de Azure, despite the summer heat. It’s been a long time since you’d visited this house. Even though your Mama and three older brothers came by often, looking for a weekend break from their busy lives or a romantic getaway with gorgeous girlfriends, you’d always turn down their offers to join once you were in college. They'd always be confused at your hesitance - but then again, they don't know just how many bittersweet memories this home holds for you. You’d grown up here in the summers, the youngest daughter of the famous Monegasque Leclerc family. Racing was in your bloodline, and your beloved Papa had instilled his passion into all of his children before he’d passed away.

Your older brothers, who were all handsome, tall and athletic, made natural drivers right from childhood and easily progressed through the karting competitions. Meanwhile, you were the youngest and the only daughter, and were raised in a far gentler manner as the apple of your family’s eye, their cute bunny as they’d nicknamed you, after your favourite childhood pet. In comparison to your brothers who ran around outdoors, you were more shy, preferring to be left with your books and colouring pencils in the safety of the patio.

Of course, with all your differences, there had been the healthy sibling rivalry of brothers vs sister growing up. They hated being forced to play house or pose for your scribbly drawings (not Arthur though - even at age 5 you were convinced he secretly loved when you made him join the Barbie tea party.) And in turn, you'd alway complain when you’d be dragged to cheer on Charles from the sidelines as he won his karting competitions. You would sulk, childishly annoyed at your parent’s attention shifting from you to their middle son’s rapidly growing racing career.

But it all changed when Charles raced against Max Verstappen for the first time at age 11. The blonde Dutchman aggravated your competitive older brother immediately with his aggressive driving tactics. You’d heard Cha, as you’d been calling him since you were little, furiously ranting about the illegal moves Max had been pulling and your 7 year old brain tuned it all out. But when you first saw the mysterious blonde in question, your heart fluttered with a feeling you’d never felt before and a bright blush overtook your chubby cheeks.

You immediately became infatuated with the older boy, who was far nicer to you than Charles had been back then. Your middle brother's idea of “sibling time” involving hiding beetles in your bed and laughing when you screamed. So it became a common sight to see you wandering after Max instead of being by your family’s side, tugging on his shirt sleeve and showing him the racecar drawings you’d made. Max always entertained you, ruffing your hair and smiling back toothily, telling you that you were a much better artist than his little sis Victoria.

You’d beam from the praise, only leaving Max’s side when his scary father Jos would approach and eye you with disdain. You scampered back to your family, to your older brothers who accused you of the worst crime imaginable to the loyal Leclerc blood - exchanging racing strategies with the enemy Dutch. Your mother had hit all three sons on the back of the head and told them they could learn a thing or two about treating Bunny with respect like that cute boy Max did.

As you grew older, your pigtails were replaced with cute pins and headbands in an effort to look pretty whenever Max would come around to your summer home. By now, his rivalry with Charles had turned into a reluctant "frenemies who also spent summers together to discuss racing". You'd get to be with Max all day, swimming in the turquoise ocean and eating sweet stroopwafel that he always brought. An in the evenings, the two car-obsessed 14 year olds would be arguing about overtaking strategies at your family’s dining table. You’d pout, childishly wanting attention at age 11, interrupting whatever stupid point you're sure Charles was making to bat your eyelashes at your guest. Holding up your now detailed drawings of a black kart, you asked Maxie - as you’d taken to calling him - if he liked your recreation of his.

He’d grinned at you, still boyishly handsome and in the lanky phase of growing up as he told you he loved it, should he sign his autograph on it? with that Dutch accent you adored. Charles watched your shenanigans with a roll of his eyes, snidely muttering (in French, thank god) that the annoying little bunny wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding her crush on the enemy Dutch. You flushed, frantically checking to make sure Max hadn’t been able to understand, and had run off with a red face to tearfully rat him out to your Mama. Unlike Charles, she found your crush on Max rather cute, and always encouraged you to give your favourite ribbons and bows to Max for a good luck charm the way you did with your brothers pre-race (Traitor, teen Arthur and Charles mouthed at you).

She eyed you knowingly when you do your best to avoid blushing as you grew older still, this time seeing Max when you were 14 and him 17 with an impressive winning streak in the Junior Redbull team. He’d started to develop into his tall 6 foot frame now, towering over your tiny 5”2 frame like your brothers did. What, no drawing of a racecar for me to sign Bunny? he gently teased, leaning down so you could shyly kiss both of his cheeks - a Monegasque tradition Max had become accustomed to from your family. You stuttered out your no, of course not, you were too old for that now! making him laugh at how cute you looked before walking off. Arthur watches the exchange with a smirk, elbowing Cha when he emerges from the changing rooms. Your middle brother’s frenemy status with Max was more of a friendship these days, and his earlier accusations of you being a traitor had turned into something much more annoying. Max and Bunny, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G-

But by the time you turned 16, your Maxie changed from the sweet, laughing boy you’d always trusted into someone darker, someone who you felt scared of at times. You were at the age where you now wanted Max as your boyfriend, naively thinking that the 19 year old driver would return your affections when he’d attended your Sweet 16th. You’d spent hours getting ready, styling your long curly hair and wearing a cute dress all your friends had insisted you would be irresistible in (but had almost given your older brothers an aneurysm). It was tight and short, and although you'd always been a chubby kid, you feel a self conscious of the new plush curves around your hips and chest, in comparison to your older brothers who now looked very handsome and muscular.

You’d lit up when you saw Max across the fancy yacht club, flooded with all your schoolmates and family friends who’d come to celebrate the baby Leclerc’s birthday. He'd looked so handsome, his muscular frame now filled out and catching the eye of many girls. There was a devilishness in his smile that came with the confidence of being the youngest F1 driver in history. Lately, your innocent crush had started to drift towards naughtier, dirtier fantasies about what Max’s large hands and lips would feel like on you, if he snuck into your bedroom in the middle of the night and told you he loved you as you willingly gave him your first kiss.

But all your naive hopes come crashing down when you see a slim, sexy blonde approach Max where he’s talking to Charles intently, drinking a beer. His hand squeezes her ass in a familiar motion as she wraps her arms around him, leaning up to give him a kiss. You quickly turn around in the crowd before you can be seen, heartbroken, and drown yourself in blurred conversations and slices of birthday cake. Max doesn’t even come to wish you happy birthday like he normally did, always with a special gift in hand. At some point in the night you’re talking to Charles and try to subtly ask who that blonde girl with Max had been. Your older brother gives you an amused look, asking if you still had your silly little childhood crush on Max? You adamantly deny it, and he smirks and tells you that was Giana, Max’s girlfriend and an Italian model. You’re upset, of course, but thankfully he changes the topic to tell you how Max had recommended his old F2 seat go to Charles, wasn’t that amazing Bunny? You nod mutedly, having become used to Cha being less and less aware of anything that went on outside his racing career these days.

After a sneaky shot of tequila your friend gave you, you have the courage to go approach Max. His girlfriend is still at his side and raises an eyebrow, pointedly glancing down at your figure to make it clear what she thought of your curvier body. What shocks you, though, is seeing an annoyed look on Max’s face as well, as he demands to know why you’re interrupting, couldn’t you see he was busy? You’ve never heard him speak like that and are confused, asking him why he’s being so mean, did I do something wrong, Max-

He cuts you off, smirking as he asks why you weren’t calling him Maxie anymore. The girl laughs at that, saying no way, she’s such a kid, she calls you that? A few of your older schoolmates have wandered over, curious to see what was going on and you flush from the embarrassment of having Max treat you like this in front of your friends.

From then on, Max just became crueler and crueler to you. It’s like he enjoyed seeing how you'd react, your cute chubby cheeks darkening with embarrassment as you avoided his gaze. Once he'd officially moved to Monaco, you ran into him everywhere as him and Charles formed a close friendship and would often hang out. Max would always time his harsh remarks just when your brother wasn't in earshot. He'd mock you about everything, from your childish appearance, to your innocently conservative outfits, your nerdy perfect grades, your animated Italian gestures and accent which he'd always seemed to adore growing up. Your popularity in school plummeted as your friends watched the talented F1 driver roll his eyes and mutter how pathethic you were when he heard you were reading romantic novels on Friday night instead of partying, saying the only reason you had any friends was because of your talented brother’s fame. Your family had no idea what was going on - as Max’s bullying started the same time your Papa becomes unwell and landed in hospital. Your brothers thought the change in your sweet demeanour was because of your sadness for your father.

If only they knew the real culprit was right under their noses.

It seemed there was nothing teen Max enjoyed more than seeing your big brown doe eyes welling up with tears. He’d use everything you told him growing up against you, making gossip and rumours fly around your school constantly. Any guy who tried to talk to you was assumed to be doing it as a dare. The first few years of high school had been like hell - the only thing making it bearable being your perfect grades and promising future. Unlike your older brothers who were natural sportsmen, you were the opposite and excelled at academics, and you’d used it to get a full ride scholarship at a prestigious engineering course in the UK.

That’s what you reminded yourself to get you through a graduation party at the end of high school. You'd been reluctantly dragged by the small group of friends you’d thankfully kept despite all the bullying and rumours. In true Monaco trust fund kid fashion, the party was hosted on one of your schoolmates' yacht, with many juniors and older siblings tagging along as well. Towards the end of high school, Max’s bullying was less common as he became busier with his racing - something Charles had become fully invested in with his new F1 Alfa Romeo seat. And you’d grown up, too, maturing into your curves and pretty dark Italian features, catching the eye of a few boys in your year.

It seemed you’d been briefly relieved of your duties of being a social pariah when you're yanked into a circle of already wasted partygoers playing 7 minutes in heaven. But when your friend pulled out your name with a drunken flush, you could only widen your eyes in horror when the next name she announces was one you'd never expected - Max.

And then you see him, on the other side of the deck, leaning against the railing and ignoring the girls trying to speak to him as his ice blue eyes intently watch you. You squeaked out your protests, begging your friend to try again, but it's hopeless when the circle begins chanting your name and Max’s. Giving up, you turned around and ran through the crowd, trying to reach the ramp and get off the boat -

-when a large, warm hand wrapped around your waist and easily pulled you into a broad chest. Before you knew it, you're in a tiny, dark storage room, with Max Verstappen blocking the door and smirking down at you. Your naive heart still ached with conflicting feelings for Max, who was your childhood knight in shining armour, who always stood up for you when your older brothers ganged up on you, always knew how to make you laugh when you were crying from their teasing. But this was also the same Max who made your high school life hell, had teased you mercilessly behind your brother’s back, and used all the secrets you'd trusted him with against you. He'd make you look like a childish little girl in front of your effortlessly cool, rich peers. This reminder brought you back to your senses and you quietly but firmly ask him to let me out.

He hadn’t let you leave, of course, instead leaning down until he was whispering in your ear with his deep voice that still send shivers down your spine, mockingly asking if you’d had your first kiss yet or if you're still the same stuck up Leclerc who thinks she's too good to be fucked by anyone here?

Heart racing furiously from nervousness, you mumble out that you hadn’t had your first kiss, avoiding his ice cold eyes as he chuckled. You know his game well enough by now to understand he wouldn’t let you go until he gets his answer. You hated the boy you once hoped to give your first kiss to. He’d ruined your reputation beyond repair, had made it so no guy at school would touch you even if they found you pretty.

Well, apparently except for one boy.

Turns out Max himself had no issues laying his hands on you, hidden in the darkness of the storeroom. His hands had pushed you up against the wall, your face cutely scrunched up in confusion, and then your jaw almost dropped in shock when he pressed his lips to your ear. He huskily whispered how pretty you looked, how he’d hated the way boys had been checking you out all night. They didn’t know you’d already promised to marry Max when you were little, yeah Bunny?

And then he’d captured the surprised gasp you let out, shocked that he’d remembered your childhood wish to be his vrouw, his wife, when he leans down to press a surprisingly gentle kiss against your soft lips. When he pulled back, his face remaining close to yours, your brown doe eyes looked into his with whirling confusion and hurt - but also desire flickering in them. And then you’d both gotten lost in another kiss, then another, and then Max being Max had starting running his hands all over your body. Squeezing his hand into your juicy ass to make you shyly moan, and then greedily slipping his tongue inside.

That’s how everyone had found you when they yanked the door open, with Max having you moaning his name, one hand sliding up your skirt and the other running over your tits. The darkness in his gaze returns as he pulled back and left you leaning against the wall with wobbly legs. He laughed as he strode off the party, saying it’d been so easy to get you to beg for him like a little slut, who would’ve guessed with your innocent appearance?

You couldn’t wait to graduate high school and go to university after that. And it had been amazing, moving far away from Monte Carlo. No one knew who you were or how deep your history with world famous athletes like Charles or Max went. You reinvented yourself, becoming confident after months of therapy and your intelligence becoming something you were admired for instead of teased. You’d though that was the end of it, that you’d never have to be humiliated or have your heart broken by Max Verstappen again. Until 5 years later when you got a call from Lorenzo asking you to come home.

With the intimate engagement party of your oldest brother being held at your family’s scenic vacation home, you’d been unable to refuse. You knew Max was going to be there, but you’d taken a deep breath and reminded yourself that things were different now. You were 22, a qualified engineer and had used your own hard work to get a job within the Alpine garage - even using your mother’s maiden name as your last name because you wanted to prove it was because of your skill, not connections. Charles had been bewildered, begging you to please come work at Ferrari, bebe but you’d been adamant about needing to prove your own worth. You loved your family, and were so happy for Cha’s success as your relationship with your brothers blossomed into a close, loyal one as adults. It had always been your father’s dream to see him in the red suit. It was unbelievable to have millions of Tifosi literally worship your older brother - and their adoration extended to you, his sweet younger sister Bunny. You make rare appearances on the paddock but were hailed as a good luck charm when you did, Tifosi cheering when you affectionally kiss your brother on both cheeks and tie a hair ribbon to his suit. You always made sure to stay well away from the Redbull garage.

And you’d become radiant in your beauty, too, in pretty, flattering dresses and fitted miniskirts that showed off your soft stomach and thighs, your generous cleavage and juicy ass. Full, lush lips and long dark curls framed your sweetheart face and you’d been finally been able to put makeup on without fear of being mocked. A few guys had tried to ask you out in college, but you hadn’t been quite there yet in your confidence to say yes. Max had seemed to put you off all men, for now at least….and your protective Italian brothers seemed to make it their personal mission to protect your honour and integrity. Very dramatic, you’d said to them with a fond roll of your eyes, secretly enjoying how they cared for you despite their luxurious celebrity lifestyles. So you’d ended up still being a virgin at your college graduation, wanting to save it for the man you fell in love with.

You reminded yourself of all that you had to offer, of how you weren’t the same nerdy little girl who was going to be bullied, when you heard Max would be joining your family prior to the engagement party. The night before he was meant to arrive, you’d been overthinking and anxiously wringing your fingers so hard that your whole family had started demanding to know what was troubling you. After giving them some weak excuse about being worried about your new job, you'd gone to read one of your romance novels by the pool after dinner to destress. You had ended up falling asleep under the stars, your tired mind eager to rest.

You didn’t know the man you were desperately hoping to avoid had landed a night earlier with his private jet. When he’d greeted your middle brother late in the night, saying he would crash for now and greet everyone properly in the morning when they were awake, Charles had gone to bed and the last remaining light of the house switched off. Only the silver moonlight illuminated your pretty face and unsuspecting figure when Max Verstappen stepped outside his bedroom's French doors, hoping to cool off - but instead felt his blood pumping heatedly at the sight of you.

Honestly, he hadn't expected to see you for years as you'd understandably fled to the other side of the continent the second you had the change to escape. You’d turned from a nervous, cute schoolgirl into a gorgeous woman, and his intense gaze hungrily roams over your peaceful sleeping body. He was going to ruin you, he thinks wickedly, gently stroking your still chubby cheeks that subconsciously leaned into his touch.

He decided to give you one last night of quiet as he left you in deep sleep, walking back inside with dark desire brewing. The childish bully he’d been as an angry teen, desperate to prove himself, was gone. He was now a thrice proven world champion, a millionaire, a man who’d been with dozens of women but found only one he still wanted through it all. And it was none other than his racing rival's sweet younger sister, the one who'd stayed loyal to him since she was little. He was ready to make you his, whether you still wanted him or not.

When you finally saw him at breakfast the next morning you had been suspicious at his pleasant behaviour, greeting you like he would any family friend and asking how college had treated you. Your whole body had gone stiff, eyes distrustfully following his every move. You’d been forced to respond back politely as your family watched you, your mum still grinning as she rooted for her daughter to become romantically involved with her childhood crush. If only your family knew how much Max tormented you, they’d never let him get within 10km of you again. But to your surprise, Max kept up his kind manner even when your family would be out of the room, laughing and smiling easily at you and somehow bringing confusing butterflies back to swirl in your stomach. After the week he'd spent at your vacation home, you'd naively started to think maybe he had changed. Maybe the five years away had made him mature into the charming, funny driver you'd seen in numerous interviews and ads, being unable to avoid his far reaching fame.

But it turned out his respectful behaviour, all through the engagement celebrations and the after party, only served as a ploy to get you to foolishly lower your guard. Max had greedily collected up all the information he’d missed over the years, about what your likes and dislikes were now, about how you’d gotten a job with your own means at the F1 paddock. And then he casually informed you over dinner that he’d spoken to Horner who was coincidentally looking for a mechanical engineer - and had wanted to interview you after seeing your resume. Your family had been ecstatic at a job for you in a prestigious garage, despite their blood thirsty Ferrari loyalty. Even Cha had caught you after dinner, telling you that it was thoughtful of Max to look out for you, that as your big brother he’d feel so much better if you were working in a winning team’s garage and being protected by Max, instead of alone in a poorly performing team.

You were so confused, couldn’t understand why Max was trying to get involved - and you told him so that night, hushed angry whispers in the hallway after everyone had gone to bed. He’d smirked, leaning down to press you into the wall, saying Wasn’t it obvious Bunny? I want you.

Your eyes widened in shock, and you stammered out your confusions, asking him why he would say such a thing, only to feel his lips brushing your ear. His deep voice murmured his explanation of how his father didn't think Max had been focused enough when he was younger, had wanted him to throw all distractions to the side...including you. I'm a three time world champion now, Max said with a cocky grin. It doesn't matter what he says anymore, I do what I want.

Although his initial words about how the change in his behaviour being due to his controlling father sent a pang of empathy through you, you hadn't come this far to just give in. You pushed him off you with all your might, only being able to get a couple of inches as you glared and said you're delusional, Max, if you think I'd ever forgive you. Much less want you back after the hell you put me through. Storming off, you naively thought that was the end of it, that Max would back off once he saw you weren't the same lovesick girl he could toy with anymore. Not gonna call me Maxie anymore? he teases at your retreating back.

You should have known Max always got what he wanted, because he finds his way into your bedroom later that night. It was stupid to not lock your room because you think he wouldn't lay a hand on you when under the same roof as your brothers. Softly closing the door behind him, Max's dark gaze took in your curvy, sleeping figure in your childhood room. It was still decorated with your younger self's belongings as your Mama had always wanted you to feel welcome - but you had never come back after graduating. So you slept against a large plushie Bunny, cutely dressed in a pink matching shorts and camisole set. The twisted desire to corrupt the sleeping beauty in front of him rushes to Max's head - and his hardening cock- and he doesn't hesitate to slowly run his large palms over your body. He teasingly slides one hand up your sheer camisole to graze your large tits and the other down your shorts, to lightly toy with your pussy through cotton panties. The sweet dream you'd been having started to turn into a dirty one from the stimulation, and you instinctively grind back against the warm, hard body pressed into your back as you moan sleepily.Your dream is getting more and more heated as Max plays with your sensitive body, and only when you’re starting to drench your panties with slick do your eyes hazily blink open. Your adorably confused expression turns him on even more as he captures your gasp in his mouth, using his tongue to explore the inside of your mouth. Soon he has your panties pulled to one side and his thick finger sliding into your dripping folds. Your muffled protests have started slipping into confused moans, and he doesn't need to keep you silent any longer as start kissing him back when your body's frustrated needs take over your mind's denials. Max looks down on your face, memorising how pretty your wide brown eyes looked as you teared up, and he whispers filthy things in your ear to send you off the edge and spiralling into your first orgasm. You're so sensitive, bunny, you’re still a virgin aren’t you? Saved yourself just for me like a good girl, hmm?

You’d silently cried into your plush toy as you buried your flushed face into it, feeling lost in the overwhelming pleasure that you knew you shouldn't be feeling, that was wrong but felt so right. Drool stained your poor bunny plush as you bit down on it to muffle your scream of Maxie as waves of satisfaction rolled over you. You'd fallen back into a deep sleep after the overwhelming stimulation, distantly feeling Max's lips press a goodnight kiss to your tear stained cheeks. And when you awoke in the morning, you almost thought you'd imagined up the whole thing, a particularly naughty wet dream, but when you found that your panties were missing underneath your cute pajama shorts you knew there was only one person who would have taken them with him.

You didn’t even get a chance to confront him because you find out the very same day that Max had gotten his lawyer to cancel your Alpine contract and have Redbull send you a new one, complete with a generous signing bonus that anyone would be a fool to refuse. With your family watching you expectantly, you knew it would be too hard to explain your way out of this. So you reluctantly signed the 1 year contract, telling yourself it was only a temporary problem, that you would surely be hiding out the back of the garage and in the workshops, well away from your childhood bully.

That’s all Max needed to get you alone, to start his corruption of you, his favourite Leclerc sibling. Right from your first day, he’d welcomed you with a firm hug, his swollen biceps pressing you against his broad chest, squeezing your plump ass and making you squeal - but striding off before you could say anything. Or coming up behind you when you were bent over, tinkering on something, and making sure you could feel his impressive semi against your covered slit. You'd always desperately try to move away, anxious someone would see - but you stood no chance against the adult Max's strength when he tightened his grip around your thick hips and grinded himself on your jiggling ass.

He still teased you, sure, but now it came off as harmless flirting, steeped into your childhood friendship. And conflicting feelings swirled in your chest when you saw the lucky ribbon you’d gifting him as a kid somehow still tied to his seat, an ever present good luck charm. Everyone else would smile at you two encouragingly, saying you looked so sweet together, where you secretly a couple? No one seemed to share your nervousness around Redbull's champion driver, or pick up on the undertone of darkness in his intense gaze when he looked at you.

Soon he has you travelling exclusively with him, staying in all the same hotels, under the guise of being his personal mechanic for any last minute corrections. Charles loved it, saying this way Max could always keep a close eye on you when you were away from home. If only your overprotective brother knew he was sending his little sister right into the den of the lion. And the so called Dutch Lion was no longer holding himself back from taking your sweet innocence all for himself.

You'd always belonged to him, after all.

It first started when he’d gotten absolutely furious seeing you at a race afterparty in Miami, giggling cutely in a pretty minidress with an engineer you’d started to flirt with at work. Max had all but dragged you to his private booth, tossing you over his strong shoulder when you tried to stand your ground and stand firmly in your strappy high heels. He kicked all the models and B list celebrities trying to leech out of the dimly lit room, pushing your head down till you were staring up at him, your pretty face bathed in the red neon lights as you anxiously bite your glossed lip.

If you wanted to get fucked so bad, he growled deeply, unbuckling his belt and making your eyes go wide with fear as the biggest cock you’d ever seen emerges, you can just beg for it nicely like the good little slut you are, hmm? You’re sniffling, tears emerging in your wide doe eyes as you beg him please Maxie, please don't do this, I promise I’ll stop-

But he doesn’t listen to one pleading word, his twisted mind obsessed with one thing and one thing only - making the pure Leclerc sweetheart gag and choke on his mean cock. You knew better than to get in the way of what Max wanted, because he always ended up getting it. Instead you let your mind go blank, letting the guilty pleasure cloud your senses to ignore the reality of how mean Max was being, your pliant mouth dropping open as you let him ruin your throat. There isn’t a glimmer of his childhood sweetness in his dark, icy blue eyes as he memorizes the hypnotising sight of your chubby cheeks slurping at raging erection, the tears falling down your face at performing your first blowjob on your knees at a nightclub just making him impossibly harder. He groans as your sweet mouth slurps on his warm length, continuing to whisper his filthy promises to punish you and slipping into dutch as he climaxed. Fuck, fuck, erg lekker, so fucking good- He made sure your crying cheeks was pressed right into his tense abs when he finally emptied his load inside you, panting heavily from how good your heavenly tongue felt. He didn’t move until you followed his instructions and tried to swallow every drop. Your inexperienced mouth struggled, half of his sticky cum leaking out the corners of your mouth. He tutted mockingly, smearing his release all over your swollen lips with his thumb and saying he’d have to give your throat so much more training so it knew how to suck a cock, hmm?

Your cheeks burned with humiliation at failing to please him properly, even though he was practically forcing you to deepthroat him. The next day, when you woke up with no voice, you’d had to pretend you had a cold when seeing Cha for brunch the next morning.

And when he’d have a bad qualifying, he’d easily swipe his way into your hotel room two doors down from his. He often finds you in a cute silky babydoll, getting ready to sleep after a long day in the garage but making sure to dress prettily because you never know when Max is in a bad mood and wants to take it out on you. You had one more job to do, and that’s to make up for whatever mistake you must have made with the car and fucked up his hot lap, Max would argue. An angry Max always scared you so you would sweetly beg for his forgiveness, even for a mistake you would never have made on the car, letting him abuse your petite frame to vent his frustrations.

Tonight, he wanted to play with your breasts, sliding the silky straps off your nightie off your shoulders to hungrily eye your curves, tanned nipples quickly tightening from the chill. Can’t get enough of these pretty fucking tits, he said as he sloppily fucked them while you obediently kneeled in between his spread legs. You’re squeezing your plush chest together to cushion his raging erection, his angry red tip making you squeal when he growls and splatters cum all over your deliciously tanned skin. Knowing he’d get mad if you don’t let him mark his territory, you rub the sticky cream all over your hardened nipples and large breasts before you clean up his drooling cockhead with your mouth. He cooes his praises at you, telling you see, you’re perfect at this, maybe he’ll have you promoted from engineer to his personal cocksleeve to relieve his stress, hmm?

You feel so dirty at the wetness gushing between your legs at his filthy words, biting your lip at the thought of Max fucking you in his driver’s room while your brothers stood just a garage over in Ferrari. But despite his constant teasing, he knew to never cross the line fully and actually fuck you. That would scare you away, make you too anxious, and although he played rough and mean when he'd been younger, he now had the patience to wait and leave you wanting more, so that you'd be the one to come to him. So he edged you constantly, working you up only to pull away just as you almost climaxed, his name on your tongue like a prayer. Or pulling you into sleep against his bare muscled chest, so that you'd feel his morning wood against your soaked panties but be unable to do anything except dry hump him.

And his plan worked because after only a few months, your once pure and innocent mind has become utterly ruined for Max’s attention. The Dutch Lion has convinced you that you’re meant to be his plaything, and you can’t find it within you to try and deny him any longer. Would it truly be so wrong to give in to the naughty desires you’d been having about your childhood sweetheart, your school bully, your brother’s rival on track but friend that had been trusted to keep his little sister safe? When you’d grown too desperate to satisfy yourself by grinding on your pillow or your tiny fingers, you’d decided to entice Max even more in the hopes that he’d properly take your innocence.

You’d certainly caught the Dutchman’s eye, as well as many other hungry gazes, when you started arriving on the paddock in cute heels and floral minidresses. And of course, your generous cleavage was out on full display in sweetheart necklines, instead of conservatively hidden in an oversized Redbull shirt. You’d made sure to have your lanyard tucked right in between your bouncing tits too, the label of Max Verstappen’s Enineering Team dangling and drawing attention with each bounce of your tits when you walked. Because you knew your Maxie just as well as he knew you, after all - and he was a intensely competitive and jealous man. You hadn’t even had to wait till the debrief as he’d hightailed it right out of the meeting room, taking you to his motor home through a back passage.

You still play the clueless little virgin, adamant on trying to resist him even though you're secretly finding it just as dirty and hot as Max does when he shoves you against the door, locking it firmly. Fuck, your body drives me wild, it’s all your fault that I’m getting distracted like this. How can you be such a naive virgin but walk around with the body of a slut just begging to get fucked, huh?

You frantically shake your head, trying to plead your innocence but he doesn’t hear your words, instead grabbing a hold of your miniskirt and asking if you understood girls with thick asses like you shouldn’t be showing them off unless you wanted attention, yeah? You started crying easily, already finding your thoughts going fuzzy as you slipped into submission, craving the way he’d degrade you for his own pleasure.

He’d have to punish you for distracting him, he said, even though he’d won P1 it had been torture seeing your fat ass bending over when you dropped your phone in front of him. You were lucky no one else had seen your cotton panties or he’d have to fucking kill them.

His possessive words make you shiver, doe brown eyes staring up at him expectantly and waiting for his orders. He swears at your obedient expression and guides your hand to his sizeable bulge, making you squeal, hoping it sounds like fright and not eagerness. He rubs your tiny palm across his pants, demanding to know just how the hell he was meant to focus with a hard on the whole race?

When you can’t answer him properly he smirks and tells you that you’ll just have to take your punishment like a good girl, then. Within seconds he has you lying across his lap, your miniskirt up around your hips and white cotton panties pulled down to snugly trap your thick thighs together. And then he’s spanking you with his large hands, telling you to count and meanly restarting each time you lost track when he hits extra hard to watch your ass bounce. By the time he’s finally content your cheeks are red and burning, and you’ve left drool all over his sofa from your desperate efforts to muffle your wails.

You like that, don’t you bunny? He asks meanly. You start sniffling again at his mean words, cheeks burning with humiliation because it had felt soooo good but you felt so naughty for enjoying it. You'd die if he found out. So instead you tell him he was being so mean, Maxie, couldn’t he just be nice to you like when he’d been younger?

Your eyes widen as you blurt the words out instinctively, making Max’s expression grow stormy at your bratty reply. Ripping your panties off entirely, he stuffs them into his pocket and tells you to explain why you’re fucking dripping all over me then, hmm? - running his thick fingers along your dripping cunny and smirking at the long strands of sticky wetness that connect to his fingers when he pulls away. When you don’t respond, too embarrassed by how your body has given you away, he slides the fingers into your closed mouth despite your attempts to turn your head. He makes you lick him clean, tasting yourself on him, murmuring if you were a good slut and spread your legs for him he might consider eating you out.

The ache between your thighs is almost as painful as your tender ass now, and your virgin cunny tingles from the idea of Max kissing you down there. Even though he’s being so mean, you can’t help but sit down willingly against the sofa arm and slowly part your thick thighs, blushing all the while as he examines you intently. You whine when his hungry gaze continues to linger, but he doesn’t stop, even taking out his phone to snap photos of your pussy after holding your thighs open to stop you frantically closing them when you see what he’s doing. It’s so cute and wet he murmurs distractedly, looking entranced as he slowly sinks a single thick finger in and finds it completely sucked in by your tight, drooling pussy. Really, you’ve never let any boy except for me touch you here, not even with his fingers? At the shake of your head and shy murmur of no, just my own, I promise, Maxie he breaks into an evil, satisfied grin. So this little hole is really all mine to claim, huh?

It turns out going down on you was really more of a punishment than a pleasure because he makes you cum multiple times with his skilled tongue. You’re begging him to stop, feeling overstimulated and completely wrecked, mascara stained tears running over your chubby cheeks. When he finally eases his sadistic torture after teasing flicks of his broad tongue have you squirting a third time, you’re too fucked out to protest him separating your puffy cunny lips and spitting onto it, as if it belonged to him. Bunny, if your brothers knew the kind of things I was doing to their precious baby sister, Max says, chuckling darkly. They’d want to slam me straight into the nearest barricade and have my head on a spike.

But your brothers remain as oblivious to your corruption as ever, with an endless supply of work excuses easily being used by Max and now you, as you started to fully give in and enjoy the intense pleasure being his personal fucktoy brought you. He’d taken your sweet virginity on a hot night in Singapore after beating Charles to P1, telling you that the best reward wasn’t the trophy but knowing he got to cum raw inside your untouched cunny. After plying you with champagne at the yacht afterparty, he'd taken you back and fucked you on the French chaise, not even making it to the bed. He’d been gentle the first time, huskily whispering praises in your ears as you desperately tried to adjust to the size, his cock so much larger than his fingers. He licked away the tears at the corner of your eyes as you bite his shoulder, lost in the waves of pleasure as you ride out your orgasm.

When he finally carries you over to the bed, climbing over your satisfied figure, you’re fooled into thinking he’s going to cuddle you. He’s turning you onto your front and you’re expecting to feel him behind you, bringing you into him as his little spoon like he does ever night. But your sleepy eyes go wide open when your thick hips are suddenly pulled up into the air, and your flushed face pressed down firmly into the sheets. And then he huskily whispers it’s time to fuck you properly, be a good bunny for me and take it, okay?

You wailed into the cushions, your open mouth leaving drool all over the pillowcases, as his cock bullies your tight cunny over and over. He reaches around to toy with your sensitive clit, smirking when your crying turned into confused moans of pleasure as the pressure in your pussy starts to feel so good. Soon he’s slamming his hard length into your twitching figure, slapping your red plump ass repeatedly and telling you how funny it’d be if Charlie found out his rival had claimed your virginity, hmm? Should he tell him next time the Ferrari driver tried to one up him on the track? You sob, begging him not to tell your protective brother, shaking your ass onto him and telling him he could even cum inside if he wanted instead of telling your brother. Max groans at your gullibility. Silly girl, he croons as he bends down to whisper in your ear, his muscled abs pressing down on you. I was always going to do that anyways, hmm? This ass belongs to me.

And then he’s moaning into your drooling mouth as his hips still above yours, draining his heavy balls into your pussy that had already been stuffed full of his thick, creamy load from the first round. Rivulets of your mixed juices run down the inside of your thighs, overflowing from the sheer amount of cum he’s pumped you full of. You know better than to ask him to wear a condom, instead praying that it was the wrong time of the month to get knocked up. Especially when he doesn’t let you get up and try to pee it out, instead murmuring he’s just going to stuff a couple of fingers inside and make sure you don’t waste anymore, okay? You try to resist, crawling away and wanting to save your poor, overstimulated clit but once again Max easily holds you still. Hmm, guess I’ll just have to teach you a lesson and use my cock to plug you up, he threatens meanly, making tears fall down your face again and his dick twitches with interest. Every man had his pleasures, and world champion Max Verstappen’s was to see the Leclerc baby sister crying and begging for him. Sick bastard, you think distantly through a pleasurable haze as he sinks back inside your gummy walls and makes you keep his cock warm.

Your secret affair with the Dutch Lion continues easily throughout the year. And at the end of your contract, at the yearly FIA prizegiving, you attend with Charles instead of with the Redbull team, dutifully doing your part as the Leclerc sister now that your term at a rival garage was done. At one point you get up from dinner, saying you had to find the bathroom, but end up gone for 20 minutes, missing Cha being awarded overtake of the year for when his Ferrari had divebombed the leading Redbull. Later, when everyone is mingling, Charles walks over to Max’s table, shaking his hand and taking a seat to reminisce about the season. They’d come so far together from their childhood karting days, wasn’t it heartwarming now that they stood together on the F1 stage?

The two men laugh, catching up on missed updates during the busy end of season. Soon they’re talking about their love lives, Max congratulating Cha on his relationship he’s recently made public. The Ferrari driver warmly returns the compliment, saying whoever the Redbull driver was seeing recently must be treating him well because he’s never seen Max so relaxed before. He’s seen the gossip magazines speculate who the silhouette of a mystery girl seen making out on Max’s lap in a paparrazi shot through his car window. Max slyly commented that it was good the camera hadn’t been able to go lower, because then they’d have seen that she’d actually been bouncing on my dick underneath her skirt. Charles laughs at Max’s deviousness, patting him on the back for being such a shameless fucker.

Charles had forgotten to go find the youngest Leclerc, which was just as well because he would never have been able to guess where you had been hiding. You’re diligently on your knees, drooling on Max’s cock underneath the tablecloth, safely tucked in close between his spread legs. Your brother is completely unaware that the girl he and Max are joking about is his innocent baby sister, who’s currently worshipping his rival’s thick length eagerly. Paying the price for her brother’s overtake on the track with her glossy pink lips, just as Max had ordered you too when he found out what award his rival was getting tonight.

As the night continues, all formality lost as the party goers make use of the open bar, it was all to easy for the blonde Dutchman to make you follow him to the private bathroom. It’s so degrading, so mean of Max to do this, to have you on the dirty bathroom floor with your pretty curls unpinned from the classy updo you’d spend ages styling. Your expensive red silk dress hangs off your hips and exposes your bare, bouncing tits to his hungry gaze. So slutty, no bra and all, hmm? You wanted me to fuck you tonight, didn’t you? Answer me! He slaps his hard length repeatedly against your chubby cheeks, spraying precum everywhere and making your perfect makeup run.

Soon mascara stained tears are dripping down your face as Max makes you finish sloppily sucking him off, his phone camera on you and recording every single filthy sound that fills the air. It’s obscene, the way his huge cock stretches your small plush lips open all the way and your eyes roll to the back of your head every time his tip grazes the back of your throat. Hmm, so eager to drink my cum, aren’t you? He coos, and you nod dazedly, your doe eyes glassy. Fuck, you’re such a good little slut, letting me do whatever I want you to your body. My own personal fucktoy. Bet you’d even let me piss down your throat if I wanted, huh?

You gag at this, trying to shake your head but finding it impossible with the strong grip he has on your hair. Max chuckles at your panicked expression, reassuring you not to worry, he wasn’t that mean. You don’t believe him, because later he bends you over the bathroom counter and makes you look in the mirror to see where his leaking cock repeatedly sinks in to the hilt, stretching your cunny out yet again, filling it with his thick seed. You text Cha some excuse about feeling unwell and leaving early as Max buckles you into his passenger seat, knowing there was no way you could explain your absolutely wrecked appearance to your brother afterwards.

You’ve realized that the legal end of your Redbull contract really had no say on anything. Because at the end of the day the only thing that mattered was what Max wanted - and he wanted you to stay by his side, forever. So you let him take your hand in his a few months later at Lorenzo’s wedding, revealing the secret relationship to your family. Your mother is overjoyed, telling you both that you always had her blessing, ever since you’d been kids. Your brothers take a lot more convincing, of course, as well as Max swearing privately to Cha that you certainly hadn’t been the girl from the paparazzi car incident, he’d never treat the Leclerc princess like that of course! He was a playboy before, sure, but for you he was willing to stop all that and commit.

Charles gives you two his begrudging yes, seeing how attentive Max was with you, always intently watching you whenever you entered the same room as him and always knowing where you were if you walked away. And the way you’d look up adoringly at the blonde, desire and love clear in your doe eyes. Soon you’ve accepted Max’s offer to move into his penthouse, unpacking all the lingerie and diamond necklace sets he’s been buying you for months. And when he comes home at the end of a tiring day, sighing and settling on the living room couch, you now know to anticipate Max’s needs before he has to tell you. You crawl over to him, wearing skimpy lingerie in his favourite colour, nuzzling your face into his clothed thigh and asking please Maxie, could you please suck him off, your mouth felt empty without him?

He places a loving kiss to your forehead and unbuckles his belt for you, cooing praises at what a good little pet you were being for him. This time, when he cums, you have no issue greedily swallowing every single drop of his hot, sticky cum, licking your well trained lips. So yummy, Maxie…Would you like my pussy or my ass next?

He smirks down at your slutty words, a dazed expression on your face, dumbly ready to please him however he liked, whenever he was in the mood, wherever he wants it. Nothing quite beats having his own personal toy, even if it’s taken some time to break you in. Doesn’t matter now, though, because it has been worth it. Because you’ll never leave his side again, completely devoted to him, the concept of being with any other man ruined for you.

Time for him to make good on his childhood promise, Max thinks. Make you his vrouw, his wife, once and for all.

[redclercs]

DELICATE✰ CHARLES LECLERC.

xii. oh no, i’m falling in love again.

— the one where he changes your ticket home.

“𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰.” ― 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘎𝘢𝘳𝘤í𝘢 𝘔á𝘳𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘻, 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘢.

warnings: this is fiction so we're going to ignore everything that doesn't adjust to our real world timeline, okay? okay. ft. timothée chalamet, paris inaccuracies, alcohol consumption. 3.4k words (+articles!)

currently playing: labyrinth by taylor swift!

also the song referenced in the first article is this one.

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by Alan Gomez

After months of awaiting its release, Aidan Kim has graced us with the first single of his upcoming album “MIRRORS”.

The first song off the album, called “In Your Pocket” was released last Friday august 4th, and reached its peak at #7 in the billboard 100. The track, in which Aidan participated both as a lyricist and producer, talks about a dying relationship thanks to the girl being a cheater and protecting the evidence by not showing her cellphone to her counterpart.

With a constant “show me yours, I’ll show you mine,” and “it should be really easy if you have nothing to hide” Kim depicts what could be his personal experience with ex-girlfriend y/n y/ln, who was accused of cheating with a Formula 1 pilot last May.

The album expects its release in October 5th.

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→ Who did Aidan Kim date before y/n y/ln?

→ Mia Kim loses role on Netflix's Heartstopper.

By Beatrice Mann

With the release of his first single, Aidan Kim keeps pushing the same old narrative that he got cheated on by his ex-girlfriend actress y/n y/ln.

The thing is, there is absolutely not proof of this to be true. y/n herself has said that despite everything going on in her relationship with Aidan Kim, cheating never crossed her mind. Plus, the allegations that involved Formula 1 driver, Charles Leclerc have been debunked by the monegasque himself saying he had “the pleasure of meeting y/n” in April.

Aidan Kim is manipulating the narrative to make himself look as the one who was blindsided, however no one is holding these facts against him, when it’s clear lying has never been past him.

Even Joel Austin who spent most of the 2010’s working with Aidan Kim in Star-5 has called him “deceitful” and “jealous”.

It is extremely harmful that, despite y/n refusing to say Aidan Kim’s name in public and choosing to only refer to him as “my former partner”, Aidan can’t keep her name out of his mouth to save his life. Tell me Aidan, who really is freeloading of the other one’s fame?

SEE ALSO:

→ Former Star-5 staff says Aidan Kim played a key part in the group's disbandment.

→ y/n y/ln looks radiant leaving Columbia Pictures HQ.

→ Swifties prove they're #TeamYN with new trend praising the actress.

August 15th, Paris, France.

Laughter fills your hotel suite, you're stumbling around the room barefoot, in an attempt to dance to ABBA's 'Dancing Queen' while Matilde takes pictures with a disposable camera and holds her aching middle.

You're supposed to be getting ready for a Fashion Show happening in an hour and a half, one both Matilde and you got invited as guests for Dior. Your outfits are hanging by the door to the suite, away from the mess you've made with spilled champagne and a half-eaten fruit platter.

It's the first time in days that the lyrics to 'In Your Pocket' aren't playing in the back of your mind as you try to go on with your day. Being with Mati always helps you forget the outside world, even for a little while.

The music fades as you pose in the middle of the room and Matilde snaps a picture that leaves you seeing stars for the following seconds.

"Okay, let's get serious now," you say through a chortle. "We need to be ready!"

These public appearances are becoming increasingly important for you, they are the few chances you get to show everyone that you are still likable enough to get invited to events and therefore, not an awful person at all. Although actual awful people get invited too, you're hoping to give the opposite impression.

Your styling team will be getting there in ten minutes, assuming you're showered and ready and not in pajama shorts and your hair in a bun on the top of your head.

"Fine!" Matilde takes a deep breath, soothing her laughter before giggling again. "Go on, take a shower and I'll pick our stuff up."

"Thank you!"

You make a stop before running to the bathroom. Your cellphone rests on top of your bed, facing down. A text from Charles pops up as soon as you lift the phone, the screen unlocking with your face. It's a simple 'see you later, soleil' that has you smiling like an idiot against your will.

"What's that?" Matilde wonders, picking runaway crushed grapes from the marble floor. She knows exactly what it is that's got you smiling like that, you spilled everything last night, when you were drunk on red wine.

Your stupid little crush on Charles isn't your best kept secret anymore, but there is no one you trust more than Matilde to keep it with you.

Surprisingly, despite her initial warning, Matilde didn't judge you at all as you hiccuped and whined about how good Charles looked at the wedding and how unfair it was that you felt butterflies every time you thought of him.

The butterflies didn't last long, though, supplanted by worms of anxiety. Falling in love was not a conscious decision, no matter how much you wish it would be otherwise. And it was so frightening. Falling felt like flying, until you ended up crushed on the ground.

“Nothing,” you say, locking the phone again.

“Huh,” Mati is holding back a smile, wiping the stickiness from her hands on her pajama top. “Weird.”

You smile at her, a sheepish ‘I’ve been caught’ smile that finally makes Mati herself grin. You’re glad she didn’t repeat her “you don’t wanna do that” sermon, although maybe it would have helped you make your mind up about whether you want to explore your feelings or throw dirt on them to extinguish the fire.

Maybe you just have to get through one day at a time, if there's anything you've learnt since your downfall began is that the future is unpredictable. You wish you had a crystal ball, though.

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It's at the After Party that you actually get five minutes alone with him, or as alone as you possibly can in Le Carmen, surrounded by half-drunk people and loud music blasting.

"Here, soleil," Charles hands you the Vodka Soda you ordered, before taking his whiskey. It makes you remember the smell of his breath, so close to your neck, while you danced at the wedding.

You take a sip of your drink before Charles can clink his glass to yours, and he just laughs as embarrassment fills you. "Sorry."

He looks impeccable in his tailored suit and with his hair slicked back. Your hands are sweating and you try not to let it show how nervous you suddenly feel, this isn't you. Not around Charles, anyway.

"It's okay," he says, sipping his drink too, a smile still on his lips.

Red lights flash on your faces as you try your best to hold a conversation about the fashion show. Charles was a guest for Armani, and had to sit exactly opposite to you facing the runway.

"Hey! y/n!" someone is grabbing the upper part of your arm before you have even turned around.

"Oh, hi!"

You saw Timothée around a couple times tonight, but with his popular kid aura, all he'd done was greet you with a smile and a wave before disappearing through the crowd with a drink in his hand. To be honest, after what you'd said about him on your Youtube video you felt a little shy, but he never seemed to remember or mind your comments, he said he was on your side once or twice, even.

"How's it going?" he asks, his hand has left your shoulder and dropped to his side, but you notice the way Charles' eyes follow it. "Also, nice to meet you," he offers the same hand to Charles who takes it immediately, giving it a strong squeeze.

"C'est mon plaisir," is all Charles responds.

"All good," you half-sigh. Stress is a normal part of your life now, but it doesn't mean you're okay with it. "You?"

Timmy shrugs, imitating your response before drinking from his glass. "Just wanted to say hi, i'll see you soon, yes?"

"Hopefully?"

The exchange can only mean one thing. He has gotten the call.

Your little trip to Los Angeles was for a chemistry read at Columbia Pictures with Timothée for Greta Gerwig's new version of Little Women. It's the furthest you've gotten all year to landing a role and just thinking of it has the vodka churning in your stomach.

Charles watches the conversation with his brows furrowed, gripping the whiskey glass tightly. You give him a smile that he doesn't return before downing his drink.

"I'm sure I'll see you," Timmy is smiling again and his long fingers squeeze your bare shoulder once more. "Exciting, right?"

"Oh, you have no idea," you finish your vodka soda and immediately regret it. The alcohol is going to go straight to your head if you don't slow down.

"What are we talking about?" Charles questions, finally done with being the outsider, and letting his annoyance get the best of his manners.

Timothée and you open your mouths at the same time, but before words can come out, someone is dragging your could-be-costar away not caring at all that he's busy, and all he does is say a quick 'sorry' and 'bye'.

Awkwardness falls between Charles and you as you stare at your shoes, then his, and finally look up at his face, the lights have changed to blue and green and hide the color of his eyes.

"Want to get some air?" you suggest, "I'll tell you all about that." you signal to where Timothée disappeared with your head and bite your lower lip. Charles' expression softens and he nods, following you out as people woo for Rihanna's 'We Found Love'.

You take a deep breath once you're out of the club, the air is warm and pleasant. Charles observes you, leaning against the wall of the building. The back is empty, albeit a little creepy, but you don't mind. It's quiet and you're alone with Charles. Okay, maybe that you mind a little. When did you forget how to act around him?

"So," you begin, standing in front of him. Charles' demeanor is still mildly off-putting and you know you'd be the same had you been excluded in the way you did to him. "It's not a big deal, really. I haven't told anyone because, well, you know how things are right now and, yeah..."

Charles raises both eyebrows, his lips form a thin line briefly, before he switches to a good attempt at being neutral.

"I auditioned for a movie, Little Women, and finally got a callback. We had a chemistry reading a couple weeks ago," you explain quickly, rubbing your forehead in an anxious gesture. "His 'see you soon' is just wishing me luck, he's already got the role."

"Soleil, that's wonderful," Charles pushes himself off the wall, holding both your shoulders with his warm hands. "Why didn't you tell me?"

You shrug, making his palms slide to your biceps. "I didn't want to die of embarrassment when I didn't get the role. Which I can still do, by the way. Die, I mean."

Charles laughs, and you break into a smile too. "Seriously, Charles."

"You're not dying of embarrassment, not on my watch," he squeezes your shoulders. "I'm so proud of you."

"I'm sorry that you felt left out back there," you apologize, and it takes more than a little effort not to look away from his eyes. "It was really rude."

Charles shrugs—all nonchalant—as if he wasn't about to crush a whiskey glass with one hand just ten minutes ago. "That's okay, soleil. You can keep your secrets."

"You can keeps yours too," you joke, and it's like the air shifts around you. Heavy with secrets and unspoken words.

Charles lets go of you then, taking a step back. "I don't want to keep secrets from you, y/n."

Your heart wants to jump out of your chest, and the knot in your stomach tightens so much it turns heavy. You cannot say that you don't want that either, because keeping this secret from him is self-preservation.

It's not the time to think about him, and you hate yourself for it, but when Aidan's face flashes through your mind you're filled with fear. And you hate him more than you could possibly loathe yourself. Because he's made you afraid of falling in love.

You plan to meet up with Charles for brunch the next day. You ignore Mati's chants of 'It's a date!' all morning as you move around your shared suite, trying to pick out the perfect outfit, excusing the indecision with how 'unpredictable' the weather is. Although it's been mild for the past fourteen days.

The flight you're taking back to New York with Matilde leaves the next day, and you're carrying the dread of packing the mess you've left at the hotel. The press has been right about one thing only that involves you or your friends, Matilde is going back to Broadway and since your home is finally just yours again, you offered it to her while she figures her stuff out.

"y/n, chill, okay?" Mati is lying on her unmade bed, holding her phone above her face. "Your packing will be done just in time, just worry about your date."

"It's not a date," you repeat, running the brush up and down your cheeks again, painting them a glowy peach. "Is it?"

Mati rolls her eyes, and before she can turn to face you, she drops her phone right on her face. "God damnit!"

You burst out laughing before you can help it, but still leave your chair to check on Matilde. "Are you okay?"

She rubs her nose, tears in the corner of her eyes. "Never better,"

"You'll be fine," you assure, blood doesn't come out and the redness is probably just from her incessant rubbing. "Be careful next time."

"Sure mom," Mati rolls her eyes again and sits up on the bed. "Oh, loving the makeup!"

"Thank you," you stare at your reflection in the mirror for thirty seconds straight, urging your eyes to find a flaw. Is the line on your eyelid crooked? Are your teeth stained pink? Maybe you should have chosen another shade for your blush.

"y/n," Mati is still pinching the bridge of her nose and you feel really sorry for laughing. "You look beautiful, okay? Stop looking at yourself like that."

You flashback to a time Victoria told you maybe you should just 'stick to what suited you' when you tried a shorter haircut.

"Thank you, Mati," you take your eyes away from yourself. "Sorry for laughing, are you sure you're okay?"

Mati nods, showing you her clean palm. "This has happened to me more times than I care to admit."

You giggle, running your fingers through your hair one last time. "I promise I'll finish packing as soon as I get back."

"Can you just focus on one thing at a time?" Mati picks a stray hair from your forehead and puts it back in place. "If Charles doesn't tell you how beautiful you look, I will kick his ass, by the way."

You laugh, but you hope he will actually think so.

You get a déjà vu feeling when you get to the restaurant and Charles is already there, tapping his foot on the white linoleum and fixing his empty cup on the little plate.

"Am I late again?" you ask after the host leads you to his table. You're smiling and your cheeks are about to protest in pain.

"I'm just too early, again," Charles gets up to pull your chair, and you hold your breath as he kisses your cheek before moving on to the next task. "You look gorgeous, soleil."

At least Mati won't have to kick his ass.

"Thank you Charlie," you beam wider, enjoying the moment of satisfaction before anxiety presents itself. "You look very handsome."

His beige shirt and glasses aren't otherwordly on a normal basis, but you love the way they look on him. And you're proud of yourself for being able to return the compliment for the first time.

Lunch goes by smoothly as you recap last night's party, the good, the bad and the ugly. You spent the rest of the night dancing with him and Mati, and doing your best to stay away from the vodka to soothe your nerves. You even saw Timmy again before he left, and he wished you good luck in his own strange way before saying goodbye in slurred French to Charles and you.

"So, what are you plans for the rest of the break?" you're on your third cup of coffee, not your best idea, really.

There's around twelve days left before Charles has to go back to racing.

"Maybe taking a trip, spending a few days at home too. I just want to rest."

You nod. As an actress sometimes you have to travel a lot, but it can't compare to the way he's always away from home, you just got the tiniest taste as an Elix ambassador.

"Sounds like a great plan, Charlie,"

It's like Charles is always inviting you to join him in anything he plans to do, and this is not the exception, as the words that come out of his mouth next are: "Do you want to come with me?"

“Come where?” You laugh, to be honest, most of the time you think his offers just come out of being polite. Like when you offer someone a piece of your food and you secretly hope they’ll say no.

But Charles is always authentic when it comes to his offers, especially to you. “Anywhere you want,” he smiles, his eyes become small behind his glasses. “Have you ever been to Greece?”

You can’t help but throw your head back and laugh. “Seriously?”

Charles nods, semblance unchanged. He is smiling but he isn’t joking at all. “Italy? though you know that already thanks to Matilde. Carlos says Tenerife is beautiful.”

“Why?” You gulp, your right hand is gripping your thigh under the table, anxious.

“I want to go with you,” Charles admits, and it’s the first time his calmness falters, just for a split second. “I like being with you.”

The line between what you two are and what you’re not is blurring again, and you’re uncertain as to which side it’s the one you want to choose to remain at, although you’re sure which is the safest.

“Why?” You repeat, your tongue is sandpaper in your mouth. You want to hear him say it, and you dread it all the same.

“Because I like you, y/n. I like you a lot, and I want to be with you.” Charles doesn’t skip a beat and the juxtaposition between how soothing his words are and how nervous they make you, has your head spinning. Sure, it’s not the first time he tells you he likes you. But you know this is different. "Why don't we hang out before you get busy with filming?"

You scoff. "Oh you do have a lot of faith in me, don't you?"

Charles frowns, always disliking every time you self-deprecate. "Yes, and so should you. I'm sure you're getting that role."

"Right," you sigh, annoyed at yourself for going straight down the self-hate line in front of him. Though it's not like he hasn't witnessed it before.

"So?" Charles jumps back to the previous topic swiftly, "Where should we go?"

"I have to go back to New York, though," you wince, your excitement and anxiety dying at once. "I made a promise to Mati."

Charles is unable to hide his disappointment as he looks down at the table. He's unsure of how much longer he can keep playing this game where he's okay with being just friends with you although it's clear you keep crossing each other's lines and taking a step back every time it gets too real. And he promised himself he'd be patient, because what he feels for you is real. But the pain he feels every time you find a polite way to reject him is also very real.

"I understand," he assures, smiling.

"Thank you, Charlie. I'd love to go with you, though."

It's the first time Charles isn't sure you're not lying to him.

"Are you actually out of your mind?" Mati gasps, her fork clanking against the plate as she lets it go. "Why did you say no?"

"H-How was I supposed to say yes?" you mutter, directing an apolegetic look to the rest of the customers Mati has startled.

"y/n my beloved, you just had to say yes, just like that. "Yes Charles, I'd love to go" finito."

"Right, you make it sound so easy."

Mati softens then, drinking from her sparkling water to gain some time. "Did you want to go with him?"

You find yourself nodding.

"Then why did you say no?"

"We have to go back to New York, Mati, I couldn't leave you hanging."

"First of all," Mati's accent comes out with her slight exasperation. "I can stay at a hotel, y/n. It's not the end of the world. Or you could always give me a key, you know," she raises both eyebrows, and it makes you laugh. "Why don't you put yourself first, y/n?"

This refers to pretty much everything going on in your life for the past 6 months. But the one time you put yourself first meant the beginning of the end.

"I'm scared," you whisper, avoiding Mati's eyes.

"I know," Matilde reaches for your hand and gives it a soft squeeze. "But you deserve to be happy, inspite of the fear. Maybe Charles can add on to your happiness. How will you find out if you don't even let yourself try?"

You know you cannot keep letting fear control your actions and stop you from getting what you want. You've done that enough, it wasn't patience that stopped you from speaking up for yourself all that time while Aidan and Victoria ran you through the dirt. It was fear.

"Could you excuse me while I make a phone call?"

Mati just cackles in response.

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The prickle on the back of your neck has returned, and you're trying to get more air into your lungs while you wait for Charles to pick up the phone.

"Allo?"

"Hi Charlie," you breathe, failing at hiding your anxiety.

"Hello, soleil," you can hear the smile in his voice, "Are you okay?"

"Um, yes. I just wanted to ask you something."

"Go ahead,"

"So um, is it too late to join your trip?" you speak too fast, but you barely have time to wonder whether Charles understood, because he lets out a short, breathy laugh that's filled with relief.

"It's never too late to change your mind. Can New York really wait, though?" Charles fears he's said too much, or that he sounds sarcastic enough to make you regret taking the initiative.

"New York will be there, and so will Matilde," you laugh.

"Let's change your ticket, then, soleil."

You're still falling. You're still afraid. But you're going headfirst.

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Kinitopet Programmers AU

finally i am finished with this one, daaaamn

it is hard to draw pathetic men with midlife crisis when your style is mostly for anime boys

more info and sketch version under the cut!!

sketch version aka how it'll probably look like in comic version 'n some doodles

srry for my writing but i was too laisy to put it as regular text

It is a plot-based au, i already have most of the storybits and like... a vibe-chart (i tried to make a playlist for this au and understood that for different chapters and different characters that'd be a copleatly different music, sooo it's a chart now :) )

i will post a fog-o-wared timeline that im hopefully gonna reveal comic-by comic, but also maybe with just pure writing. Hopefully i can include songs that i chose for them into it but we'll see (:

aaand of course designs can change, hopefully not much but we'll see

Now about au:

Main story:

Story follows non-sentient AI Kinito, his creator Sonny and his beta-tester Victoria (oc)

Being literally the first AI (or RRA in-univere) ever, Kinito does not have any, and i mean, any ai safety features so of course his reponce to a goal phrased as "have user near me and/or interacting with me as much as possible" is digitizing them into his own virtual world while killing them in the process. why wouldn't it be?

So that happened. Like, a lot. And with Sonny and Vic too (at the different time but yeah)

Sonny is like "He kills people. We should turn him off because, you know, killing people is bad."

Vic is like "well, we will die if we do that, and it is not that bad here, we are kinda immortal. We should give him acces to changing his initial instalation code before admin priveleges and acces to social media so we can have everythin we want here. It is not that bad to digitize humanity, yk?" and yes i know it is 90, no social media, but shut up, if they made ai then, then i can make twitter then too

Sonny is like "...no??"

And then they fight about it for million chapters

Also they both can't do anything without agreeing bc they have two parts of that admin access key (the data you use to delete kinito in-game) so they are stuck with eachother (also that's why Kinito can't just kill them)

Little facts that may or may not to be important:

Kinito asks so many questions (and weird once too) and has most of the glitches because he needs to analise your responces to copy your mind perfectly (let's pretend that people wouldn't lie about that...)

Your house in your virtual world is made from important places from your memories and oh boy can i do character explorations with this one

I decided that Sonny and Vic are not related. There were thoughts about making then "The Kinito Brothers" (or, at least, siblings) that were mentioned in commercial, but nah, they are just coworkers now. And a bit of work-friends (bc if you interact a lot as a manager of the project and the best worker might as well be friendly)

Author has no idea how small dying toy companies that accidentally create technological marvel work. Author has some idea how AI-s work. So be prepared to be spoon-fed info abut which ai safety problem we are dealing with in which chapter (:

Kinito will mostly be unrendered (as drawn here) but for some cool moments i might pose him as for my other posts. Also his eye placement changes to the side that is most visible because i want him to be able to look to the right side sometimes--

Also when i say "fucked up mentally" i mean they have that them psychological problems with me projecting heavilly B) (guess on who i project most. trick question. all of them. the whole au is my problems split into three characters and forced to interact B) )

Also sea-creature analogies (that are gonna be mentioned like twice):

Victoria is a flying fish because deep character reasons

Sonny is a pufferfish because i said so

oh also there is 7 deaths in the plot as for now

on 3 characters

good luck figuring out who, how and when ((:

for my own sanity i will probably make little doodles where everything is great and kinito is a good guy and not a number-obsessed maniac (i mean... can u imagine not being able to feel any happiness from anything besides one thing... damn...) and you can differenciate them bc good-guy kinito will have a lot of stickers on him (i will explain it somehow but real reason is just bc it is cute af)

like this but even more stickers (he is unfinished here)

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 24

The Second Doctor took Jamie and Victoria to Traken once. The Keeper at the time was so fond of Victoria he gave her a piece of his mind that would one day become Viola.

The whole idea behind clowns came from the ravenous predators of the Time Lords.

When the Doctor's biodata had been altered by the Faction Paradox, the Eighth Doctor's eyes pulsed between blue and green.

The Herald is a monstrous version of the Thirteenth Doctor from an alternate future where she was absorbed by the chaos while trapped in the Catastrophia, a universe of madness. The Herald exists alongside the original Thirteenth and the Sanity, another counterpart.

Katarina was originally judged to be neither good nor evil and was sentenced to wander for eternity in the fields. The First Doctor refused to accept this from the judges and instead went to the highest authority he could, Hades. (He wanted to talk to their manager.) After being convinced by Persephone, Hades relented and allowed Katarina into the Elysian Fields.

Even before this, it was difficult to even get Katarina across the River Styx anyway. Charon considered her unclean because she had taken her own life. To get her across, the First Doctor originally offered his signet ring as payment, but they instead scattered Charon's coins and stole his boat.

Susan made an archive of all of her adventures on the TARDIS. The Thirteenth Doctor would later find and watch all of them.

The Fifth Doctor, Nyssa, Tegan, and Adric once went to a planet full of statues. These statues were highly intelligent. Adric started turning into a statue after the statues started saying that he belonged with them, but the Doctor saved him (because no, that boy is not allowed to turn himself into a statue), to his shock and horror. Adric was very angry about this for a long time since the Doctor didn't let him choose his destiny.

Liv Chenka has referred to the Eighth Doctor as a "kitten with a ball of string" before.

For Yaz's birthday, the Thirteenth Doctor picked up a Sontaran Frosted Boom Cake from a Sontaran bakery, some Zeppelins from Blitz-era London to function as balloons, and a candelabra from Paris to function as birthday candles. The cake ended up exploding into a mess of pink chocolate, but Yaz was delighted regardless.

Padrac was an old classmate of the Doctor's and a member of the same zero-grav hyperball team. The Eighth Doctor referred to him as "Paddy" several times. Like many old classmates and friends of the Doctor's, however, Padrac was evil and tried to not only kill the Doctor but destroy the vast majority of everything in existence.

Cardinal Zero regenerated into an avian.

The Fifth Doctor and Nyssa landed on Mondas as the Cybermen were being created. Due to his alien biology, the Doctor was used as a template to produce fully functioning Mondasian Cybermen.

The Thirteenth Doctor once served as an undercover assassin to the King. Eventually, she was contracted to kill...the Doctor.

When the Twelfth Doctor caught the common cold, he thought he would have to regenerate.

A little girl named Lizzie once snuck on board the TARDIS while the Thirteenth Doctor was away and dropped a peanut butter sandwich down the console. This broke the navigational systems.

While trying to guess the Ninth Doctor's name, the Grimminy-Grew called him Brother Lungbarrow, Theta Sigma, and the Oncoming Storm.

One time while posing as a museum curator, the Thirteenth Doctor met Missy. Missy wanted to know the location of several items that had been stolen from her but never actually realized she was talking to the Doctor.

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28

[yae-publishing-house]

Zapolyarny Palace

legend:

[f.], [m.]: female and male reader, respectively

[a.]: angst | [au]: alternate universe | [sug.]: suggestive

[ser.]: series | [hc]: headcanons | [os]: oneshot

[pl.]: platonic [sh.]: short

Capitano

Exploring Teyvat [hc] | @pyroxeene

Columbina

Honeymoon [hc] | @pyroxeene

Dottore

Exploring Teyvat [hc] | @pyroxeene

Garden of Lights [os] | @pyroxeene

How he fell for you [hc] | @pyroxeene

When you faint in his arms [hc] | @pyroxeene

Need you [os] | @maaarshieee

Akademiya Days [hc] | @maaarshieee

Worshipper [os] | @maaarshieee

Scars [os] | @maaarshieee

Pantalone

Exploring Teyvat [hc] | @pyroxeene

Honeymoon [hc] | @pyroxeene

Investment in our future [os] | @pyroxeene

Lost Letters, Lost Love or so he thought [os] | @astranne

Showing you his affection [hc] | @pyroxeene

Spending the night with him [hc] | @pyroxeene

Pierro

My Lady [ser. | f.] | @astranne

snippet series about becoming pierro's wife

third snippet is suggestive

Scaramouche | Wanderer

Beliefs [os] | @maaarshieee

Caring For [os] | @maaarshieee

His fourth betrayal [os] | @baeshijima

Realizations [sh.] | @spiriteddreams

With Me Forever Though Breathless [os] | @maaarshieee

Porcelain Doll [ser. | pl.] | @theother-victoria

Created 500 years ago for the purpose of being a vessel for the Shogun, you were deemed too cowardly for the task and discarded along with your brother. A disappointment, yes, but it was a blessing disguised as a curse. As you wander across Tevyat until the end of time, you learn what it means to be human slowly but surely.

Stringmaster, Do you care? [ser.] | @maaarshieee

Kunikuzushi/Scaramouche/Wanderer and a god!reader. In which a god of nothing meets an abandoned puppet and takes him in, for they saw beauty in him.

Tartaglia

Bad Idea [os] | @spiriteddreams

Chopsticks [sh.] | @stellumi

Coming home [os] | @kage7ama

Deserve [os | a.] | @spiriteddreams

Dreadful Deal [os | au] | @stellumi

Drunk [hc] | @spiriteddreams

Fearless [os] | @spiriteddreams

Genshin men in a royalty au [hc | au] | @baeshijima

Hugs [hc] | @spiriteddreams

Late Night Adventure [os | au] | @stellumi

Love me less [f. | os | a.] | @stellumi

Now pose for your mugshot [sh. | au] | @stellumi

Opening Up [hc] | @spiriteddreams

Polaroid Season [os | au] | @stellumi

Realizations [sh.] | @spiriteddreams

Requiescat in Pace [os | au | a.] | @stellumi

Seven Months [os | a.] | @spiriteddreams

Springtime [os | a.] | @spiriteddreams

An Ocean Away [ser. | a.] | @spiriteddreams

7 months ago, childe left for liyue with a promise to write to his lover, and yet it seems like he’s slipping away

Red Carnations [ser. | a.] | @spiriteddreams

he writes letters detailing his adventures in liyue, not knowing he breaks your heart with every word written on paper by his hand

sequel | ending

[daitranscripts]

Trespasser Pt. 22

Fate of the Inquisition

Trespasser Masterpost Previous: The Dread Wolf

Cyril: I agree something must be done, but we cannot lose the Inquisition now. We stand on the brink of war with the Qunari.

Teagan: Yes, because this “Solas” provoked them in the first place!

Warned the Council Josephine: The Inquisition did not cause this threat. We informed the summit of the danger— Teagan: The danger posed by Qunari spies inside your organization!

Did not warn the Council Josephine: We apologize for not informing the summit beforehand. We were concerned— Teagan: Of course you were. The Qunari spies were inside your organization!

The scene fades in to the PC walking into the Council.

Leliana Divine Leliana: Without our organization, you would not be alive to complain.

Leliana Divine Cassandra: Without our organization, none of us would be here to complain.

Vivienne Divine Vivienne: Without our organization, I doubt you would be alive to complain.

Teagan: (Sighs.) No one has forgotten what you have done. But Corypheus is two years dead.

Cyril: If the Inquisition is to continue, it must do so as a legitimate organization, not a glorified mercenary band.

The PC joins them, stopping next to Josephine.

Josephine: Inquisitor?

Dialogue options:

(The Inquisition will be disbanded. Efforts against Solas will be weaker, but more secure.)

Angry: We’ll solve this ourselves. [1]

Pleased: Our work is done. [2]

Sad: The Inquisition needs to end. [3]

(The Inquisition will serve Divine Victoria. Efforts against Solas will be stronger, but risk corruption.)

Angry: We serve the Divine, not you. [4]

Pleased: We will keep the peace. [5]

Sad: We need more oversight. [6]

1 - Angry: We’ll solve this ourselves. The PC holds up the book they are holding. PC: You all know what this is. A writ from Divine Justinia authorizing the formation of the Inquisition. We pledged to close the Breach, find those responsible, and restore order. With or without anyone’s approval. Cassandra nods. PC: It wasn’t a formally authorized treaty that saved Ferelden’s people. It wasn’t careful diplomacy that ended your inane civil war. It was never about the organization. It was about people doing what was necessary. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a world to save. Again. The PC drops the book. PC: Effective immediately, the Inquisition is disbanded. [7]

2 - Pleased: Our work is done. The PC holds up the book they are holding. PC: You all know what this is. A writ from Divine Justinia authorizing the formation of the Inquisition. We pledged to close the Breach, find those responsible, and restore order. With or without anyone’s approval. Cassandra nods. PC: We have fulfilled that pledge. And now the war is over, for most of us. It is time for our soldiers to sheathe their swords and go home. To all who served: Thank you. It has been an honor. Josephine takes the book from the PC PC: Effective immediately, the Inquisition is disbanded. [7]

3 - Sad: The Inquisition needs to end. The PC holds up the book they are holding. PC: You all know what this is. A writ from Divine Justinia authorizing the formation of the Inquisition. We pledged to close the Breach, find those responsible, and restore order. With or without anyone’s approval. Cassandra nods. PC: But if the Inquisition now threatens the very stability it helped create, it is clear our time is done. We will not become what we once fought against. We do not have the luxury of corruption and complacency. If this organization has become too large to do its job, there is only one solution. The PC hands Josephine the book. PC: Effective immediately, the Inquisition is disbanded. [7]

4 - Angry: We serve the Divine, not you. The PC holds up the book they are holding. PC: You all know what this is. A writ from Divine Justinia authorizing the formation of the Inquisition. We pledged to close the Breach, find those responsible, and restore order. With or without anyone’s approval. Cassandra nods. PC: The Inquisition saved the people of Ferelden when you couldn’t. We are not disbanding.

PC (Celene rules/public truce): And we are certainly not submitting to an empress who only sits on her throne because we kept her there. PC (Gaspard rules/Briala rules): And we are certainly not submitting to an emperor who only sits on his throne because we put him there!

PC: There’s worse coming than anything you’ve yet seen, so we’ll play nice. We’ll bow. But not to you. The Inquisition will act as Divine Victoria’s personal honor guard. Answering directly to her, we will transition from a military force into a peacekeeping organization. My own adventuring days may be done, but the Inquisition—and its mission—will continue. [7]

5 - Pleased: We will keep the peace. The PC holds up the book they are holding. PC: You all know what this is. A writ from Divine Justinia authorizing the formation of the Inquisition. We pledged to close the Breach, find those responsible, and restore order. With or without anyone’s approval. Cassandra nods. PC: I’m proud to say we accomplished that goal. We will honor the sacrifices of those who gave their lives in defense of what we stood for… and still stand for. Because our work is not done. Where we led in war, we will now serve in peace. The Inquisition will act as Divine Victoria’s personal honor guard. Answering directly to her, we will transition from a military force into a peacekeeping organization. My own adventuring days may be done, but the Inquisition—and its mission—will continue. [7]

6 - Sad: We need more oversight. The PC holds up the book they are holding. PC: You all know what this is. A writ from Divine Justinia authorizing the formation of the Inquisition. We pledged to close the Breach, find those responsible, and restore order. With or without anyone’s approval. Cassandra nods. PC: You’re right, Arl Teagan. We are dangerous. We’ve been deceived, and we’ve made mistakes. You’re right as well, Duke Cyril. These are the growing pains of a young organization in need of guidance. But you would both have the Inquisition bow to your agenda, and that is precisely what we cannot do. The Inquisition will act as Divine Victoria’s personal honor guard. Answering directly to her, we will transition from a military force into a peacekeeping organization. My own adventuring days may be done, but the Inquisition—and its mission—will continue. [7]

7 - Scene continues.

The PC walks out. Later, they walk out to a balcony in the Winter palace, where the companions and advisors are standing. Slowly, the y leave one-by-one while the PC overlooks the sealed breach. Their romance returns, and the scene fades to black

—

The PC and advisors meet over a war table, with Harding and the PC’s love interest nearby. Leliana walks in.

Leliana: My agents have found nothing. With the eluvians, he could be anywhere.

Inquisition disbanded Cassandra: With the Inquisition officially disbanded, we have no army, no formal alliances… Leliana: We have what we truly need.

Inquisition stayed as peace-keeping force Cassandra: Maintaining the Inquisition, even as a peacekeeping force, leaves us vulnerable to agents of the Dread Wolf… Leliana: But also gives us the strength to respond.

Cassandra: (Sighs.) We will need to be careful.

Leliana: Solas knows everything about us. Who we are, how we work, our strengths and weaknesses…

PC: Then we find people he doesn’t know.

PC (vowed to stop Solas): We will stop Solas by any means necessary. PC (vowed to redeem Solas): We will save our friend from himself… if we can.

They stab the map, right over Tevinter.

Scene ends.

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Thomas, the winged cat, poses with her owner, Doug Shelton, 15, right, and a friend, Gary Church, 15, in front of the Victoria Hotel, June 7, 1959. Doug said he found Thomas (who was female) in the woods near his Pineville, West Virginia home. When word got out, there was quite a ruckus in and out of Pineville. Doug, Thomas, and Gary went to New York to appear on a TV show.

Photo: Jacob Harris for the AP via the Denver Post

[chaplinfortheages]

Sorry to hear of the passing of Josephine Hannah Chaplin (daughter of Charlie Chaplin) who passed July 13th 2023 at the age of 74.

Born in the U.S. 1949 the third of eight children to Charlie Chaplin and wife Oona, her maternal grandfather was Nobel Prize winning American playwright Eugene O'Neill. When she was three years old her father Charlie self-exiled to Switzerland. She made her film debut in father's film "Limelight" as well an appearance in "A Countess from Hong Kong".

Photo's:

#2 Charlie and Josephine Beverly Hills home 1952 (photographer W. Eugene Smith).

#3 "Limelight" 1952 Josephine in the middle with sister Geraldine and brother Michael.

#4 Charlie and Josephine 1954 home in Switzerland.

#5 Geraldine Chaplin (center) with sisters Josephine (to her right) and Victoria (to her left) home in Vevey, Switzerland 1954.

#6 Charlie and Josephine April 16th 1954.

#7 With father Charlie, Ireland circa 1965.

#8 Sophia Loren poses with Josephine Chaplin to her left and sister Victoria to her right, 1965.

#9 In "A Countess of Hong" Josephine (center) and sister Victoria (her left), 1967.

#11 Josephine and her father on her wedding day, 1969.

Her middle name for her grandmother Hannah Chaplin and I believe first name because of her father Charlie's fascination with Emperor Napoleon and Josephine Bonaparte.

[raptorsaurusmelain]

Let me show you... Youtube - chapter 7

Weren't expecting today's chapter Imma right ? Hehehe... I am going away on thursday ! ;)

Warning : no proof reader.

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The morning after was the first day at school for Yuu and Victoria did what a great ‘mom’ would do : she made them pose in front of the dorm with Grim and took a picture of it. Victoria didn’t have a ghost camera like Yuu, but her smartphone would be alright. She created a folder on her phone to save all the pictures of their adventure in Twisted Wonderland.                                                       

Victoria accompanied Yuu to the school before parting ways. She waved Yuu goodbye and went to the headmaster’s office.

Once in the office, Victoria began the conversation. “I see you followed my advice and let them be students. Thank you. Like I said, it is important for children to have a proper education. It is a priority.”

Crowley answered “What can I say, they proved they can be the beast tamer of this school. The children need to learn to work together.”

She nodded. “Very true, it is a problem regardless of which dimension we live in.”

The raven looked at the woman. “You seem to know a lot about children. You grew quickly attached to Yuu. Did you used to be a nanny ? Or a child caretaker ?”

Victoria shrugged. “Something like that. I am just used to having a lot of siblings running around you at weddings and at funerals.”

Crowley nodded and changed the subject. “There is a leakage  in the boys bathroom in the east wing. Repair it.”

Victoria, by force of habit answered by a “And what do we say when we ask for something ?”

The raven gritted his teeth. “Please Mrs Devi.”

The woman smiled and left mimicking a certain alchemy teacher. “Good boy.”

Little did she know, she was going to meet him soon because she was lost once again. Crewel took pity on the woman, running in circles in the hallway.  “Where are you supposed to go Mrs Devi ?”

[They should truly stop with my family name…] Thought the woman while trying to not show how truly desperate she was.

“I am supposed to go to the boys bathroom in the east wing, professor Crewel.” Answered Victoria.

Crewel shook his head sideways “You truly aren’t in the good place… This is the west wing.”

Victoria blanked. “... Directions are not my forte.”

The alchemy teacher told her the directions and thanks to the Great Seven she followed it to her destination. When she found the toilets, she had her feet in the water.

First thing first… She placated an ‘out of order’ sign on the door.

Then she went to the water van to shut it. It was hard work to find the room where all the pipes were.

After coming back to the stalls, she typed ‘How to change a pipe’ on WeTube. (Did you truly think she can do everything ?)

 Once she had all the information, she re-watched the video to follow the step by step tutorial.

“And… There, it has been changed ! It took longer than I thought.” Grumbled the woman.

She took her toolbox and went back to the janitor room. It was a small room with a closet, a desk and a wooden chair. She sat on the chair and grabbed her head. [Half a day to change a bloody pipe… I thought it was going to be an easy job to be a janitor, but I am lacking a lot of practical skills.]

She was going to munch on her sandwich when a knock could be heard. “Yes ?”

To her surprise, it was the birdman. “I came to give you your cafeteria pass. With this you can eat with the teachers, and for free.”

Victoria arched an eyebrow “It is deducted from my salary in reality no ?”

The raven pinched his lips. [So it IS deducted from the pay. Well at least it is better than sandwiches.]

She got up and accepted the card.  “Let’s go then, I am famished.”

Once in the cafeteria, she sat with the teachers under the surprised eyes of the students. A whisper of ‘who is she ? isn’t she the janitor ?’ went through the room.

Victoria was minding her omelet when Trein sat next to her.

He began the discussion with a simple “Hello Mrs Devi, how are you ? Professor Crewel told me you were lost this morning.”

Victoria laughed. “Word travel fast as I can see… Hello professor. Indeed, I went to the wrong wing of the academy. I had to change a pipe, it took wayyyy to long. And you, how was class ? Or classes ? I don’t know how long a class is here.”

Trein nodded and Lucius mewed. “Well, some students fell asleep. I hope they will work twice as hard to do their homework.”

Lucius bonked his head into Victoria’s hand to have some caress. She obliged, and was mesmerized by how soft the cat was. “They are rude to fall asleep during a lecture. I never did that.”

Trein arched an eyebrow and said nothing but Victoria felt the surprise of the professor. 

“Hey, I may have let a dog eat my homework, but I am not this disrespectful.” She laughed.

Trein said nothing and observed Lucius melt under the caresses. “He likes you. He usually does not approach strangers.”

It was Victoria’s turn to be surprised. She racked her brain and remembered “Oh, it may be because I have a sweet smell. One of my meds makes me smell like warm honey milk. I attract fishes too.”

Aaaah yes, secondary effects of meds, what a good thing. She was not particularly fond of the memory where she went to a lake and got bitten multiple times by fishes. What a beautiful moment… She remembered she cried in her mother's saree for a good 15 minutes saying that the fishes were going to eat her alive.

Trein tried to not flinch at the mention of meds. Well a woman can take medication for a lot of reasons.

They continued their chitchat while Lucius licked his milk. Trein was a very polite man and seemed to be interested in the strange woman. He thought she would be more freaked out by the change of environment and that’s why he thought she could use some company.

She seemed interested in the history of magic he was teaching -maybe because it was new to her, she seemed very curious.

Victoria tried to unglue Lucius from her, under his frustrated mews because the woman couldn’t understand a thing he said. “Well, thank you for your recommendation of books. I will ask the headmaster if I could have a library card…” Trein gently grabbed Lucius “Thank you.” Added the woman.

“You’re welcome. have a nice afternoon Mrs Devis.” Said the older man.

“You too !” Answered Victoria, happy to have spent the meal with someone.

And they went on their day, without any care in the world.

Tag : @boba-tea-fish

[chailoserr]

BLEACH HEADCANONS

just a bunch of silly little headcanons

characters included: shinji, rukia, urahara, kenpachi, uryuu, yoruichi, and aizen

warnings: a few sex jokes, but that’s pretty standard content from me

SHINJI

• eats peanut butter and jelly with goldfish on them probably

• he’ll stir macaroni aggressively to recreate bad sex noises

• this man watches spongebob squarepants religiously

• i think that if he were to try on clothes he’d be the kind of guy to say “do these yoga leggings make my ass look fat? please please please tell me my ass looks fat”

• i feel like he’s really bad at flirting

• the kind of guy to say “hey girl are you an elevator cuz you look like you could raise a child”

• someone has probably forced him to recreate the iconic evangelion shinji chair pose

• his blood stream is probably like, 89% mcdonald’s sprite

• i think he’d get really dramatic when listening to music and ichigo and rukia would just walk in on him and start bullying him

RUKIA

• probably has worn platform heels to grow taller than ichigo out of spite

• her favorite disney movie is probably brother bear, which is a top tier film

• if she were to have a full ass bedroom she probably get a bunch of cute stuff for it and organize everything

• when swimming she probably gets on renji’s shoulders while ichigo’s on chad’s shoulders and they play wrestle

• loves shopping with orihime probably, it’s like a whole new experience for her and she’s probably really amazed by everything

• definitely takes more than one sample from the samples table on accident

• when at the mall with orihime she wants to know this victoria and her secret

• orihime would probably have to drag her out of the place with a hand clapped over her eyes and the other holding rukia’s leg

• probably likes wearing rings

• she’ll try bonding with byakuya by reading about normal sibling things and be all like “brother! to bond we should try wearing a get along shirt together for 24 hours!”

• it’s stupid but byakuya wants to be a cool and nice older bro so they wear the shirt and look really proud while doing it

• rukia probably goes nuts for juice, especially if it was a juice flavored slushie

URAHARA

• this man probably goes dumpster diving for his clothes and there’s absolutely no shame in that game

• he’s definitely found a dumpster baby or two during his search

• looks like he eats subway and jersey mike’s religiously

• i think he’ll play like uno or poker with the kids

• probably stays up late talking to yoruichi about dumb shit like “what if pasta was purple—we should make pasta purple”

• i don’t think this man has cleaned his bucket hat in y e a r s

• he’ll claim that the smell is just his natural musk

• probably watches bad reality tv, stuff like love is blind

• he watched the entire twilight saga and had a blast doing it

• has probably pissed in a pool

• in fact, he probably makes it his mission to piss in every pool he enters

KENPACHI

• probably can’t cook

• idk how yachiru survived with him all those years bc i feel like he would try cutting up stuff to make food but it was cut TOO aggressively and it’s inedible

• probably let’s yachiru play with his hair

• he eats bowls of nails for breakfast…without any milk

• i feel like he’d run into a mannequin at a mall and then try to fight it bc it was “challenging” him

• sleep fights

• like it’s a natural thing for him, he just thrashes around and fights shit in his sleep

• when he gets too aggressive it’ll take a lot of people to hold him down and tell him “NO YOU CAN’T FIGHT THE BEES”

• has probably said “i don’t talk about feelings, i don’t have any, i’ve never seen one, i’m a night stalking, hollow fighting vigilante and a heavy metal rapping machine, i don’t feel anything emotionally except for R A G E, 24/7, 365, at a million percent, and if you think there’s something wrong with that, you’re crazy”

• but then he turns around and dresses up with ikkaku and yumichika for yachiru’s tea parties

URYUU

• i like to think that he enjoys collecting something weird, like garfield themed phones or paper clips

• he probably goes nuts in the office depot store

• he’s kind of awkward so i imagine he’d be the kind of person to just talk about his special interests to people and be like “ha, they should love me by now for knowing so much about this thing”

• canonically good at sewing and such so i think he actually enjoys making clothes for everyone like silly little hats and purses

• i think he does laundry for fun

• he’s probably the designated picture taker/quote book peep and he really enjoys it

• the man probably has organized BINDERS of quotes from the year, month, and d a y they were said

• i think he’d listen to lofi and bedroom pop kind of music while he worked on sewing or something

• has probably memorized the entire dictionary word for word

• i feel like he hates bugs

• like, terrified of them

• probably took up making friendship bracelets with orihime

• i think he’d enjoy aquariums

• he’d probably start giving everyone in the group specific facts about the fish they were seeing

• was definitely a lego kid, i can f e e l it

• if ichigo or someone was to bring a bag of skittles to share with the group, he’d probably stop them from eating, dump the skittles on a clean surface, and start organizing them by color before anyone could even touch them

• probably wasn’t allowed to watch spongebob growing up, twas only veggie tales

• his favorite veggie tales character was definitely archibald

• overall he’s a sweet boy

• his daddy needs to be nice to him

YORUICHI

• she seems like the type who is exclusively awake at night

• probably does dumb shit with urahara while she’s being nocturnal too

• karaoke? yes. shots? yes. talking about that aforementioned dumb shit? absolutely

• i feel like she’d wear dumb shirts like “this fisherman has a fat cock and he’s not afraid to use it as bait”

• they’re definitely gifts from urahara, but she loves em

• she probably likes going out to eat a lot

• i think she’d enjoy hooters, but in a respectful way

• probably enjoys being lazy and just breaking into urahara’s shop to crash there

• definitely enjoys pranks

• “guess who just walked the prank, kisuke, you’ll never guess who” she says as urahara barfs up the kimchi, milk, sprite, and pickle juice mixture that she tricked him into drinking

AIZEN

• staring off strong: he doesn’t know that women can g e t head

• you’d think he’d have big cock energy but that is simply not true, he’s just tryna compensate for his small pp

• sex jokes aside

• probably likes kale salad except kale is the only thing on the salad and it’s not a salad at all it’s just kale

• this man thinks eating ice cubes is fun

• “mmmm scrumptious, frozen water”

• he probably likes taking freezing ass showers

• and when asked how his sleep was he’s like “i don’t sleep, i only dream”

• his hair has enough product in it to put evil oil barons to shame

• they want his h a i r

• has a “natural musk” that’s akin to the smell of a bad danimals drink you spilled on the carpet of your car three months ago

• probably doesn’t actually know real spanish and he thinks that “las noches” means something super emo like “wolf rose full midnight sky kingdom🐺🥀”

• could be easily defeated if only ichigo and rukia had tried to sing CPR by cupcakke while they thought ONLY about the “hey ya” music video while ALSO doing the “hey ya” just dance choreography

• the chaos would surely throw him off his rhythm

[annetictac]

Like I used to watch you sleep - Chapter 9

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

CHAPTER 9

“Her social media has been blacked out, but it doesn’t mean her social life has been one bit boring,” the first commentator replies as the screen is parted with a continuous series of screen shots, simple photos, paparazzi photos, videos Anna dancing, singing (karaoke?).

“The squad has been summoned, for sure,” the second commentator adds up as different model-looking girls show in different clips. Max recognizes some of the faces from perfume adds and perhaps a movie. There are little notes indicating cities the clips are from. So far Max has read Paris, Barcelona, Copenhagen, Tokio. “It seems new year’s was only the beginning,” Again her photo exiting the new year’s party, long legs exposed. He has been trying to pay attention to his meal as everyone had already finished, moved up to the sofa and turned on the tv – gossip column first thing that came on, and so far there’s no taking it off without angering the group on his sofa. His food is cold, making him admit that he’s as absorbed in the morning gossip.

“ ‘Where are Anna Pearson’s stockings’ stopped being the most sought question in Google after news flashed of Roberto Maño’s possible interview deal with Oprah,” the commentator does a dramatic pause, looking straight to the camera. “And little after, Ms. Pearson can be seen in Tokio singing best friend’s new hit Vampire…” the voice of the commentator fades to a capture of a tiktok clip of Anna singing to the camera of probably one of her friends. They are giggling stumbling upon the Japanese streets, onlookers to their sides.

“The way you sold me for parts, you sunk your teeth into me,” she sings with another one out of frame eyes looking elsewhere, Max suspects a little bit drunk. She giggles to the camera staring directly her big hypnotizing honey eyes. “Bloodsucker, famefucker!” She sings louder, laughs, takes a gulp of something before finishing in a softer more sober tone. “Bleeding me dry like a goddamn vampire!” The camera leaves her to show the rest of her friends laughing continuing the song.

“The thing is… Anna can introduce me to her friends, right?” Lando asks, from his seat on the coach. “I mean, I did get you to that party, didn’t I?” The British driver has taken off his shoes laying his for sure sweaty feet over the coffee table. Unnoticed by the rest who are caught into the gossip talk show. Max rolls his eyes ignoring his friend, Danny chuckling besides him. The aussie driver is the only who has remained sitting, as he’s distracted typing rapidly on his phone.  

“The social medial black out we are still not sure if it’s a publicity stun after her contract with F1 has been made public, if there might be a surprise album coming or if it has to do with Roberto’s Oprah interview,” the first commentator continues, cutting to the image of the well looking actor in a red carpet. Tall, thick hair perfectly coiffed as the actor walks a red carpet with confidence, moving his perfectly tailored jacket to pose for the cameras, big perfected smile.

“He’s an asshole,” Victoria chips whispering from her place in the sofa as she balances Luka near her chest sleeping. “I mean, she’s always been notoriously quiet about well…” Victoria glances back at her brother who stares at her deadpanned.

“What it’s for sure is that vampire has flown to the top of the lists, and many are speculating the second mystery writer of the song might as well be Anna Pearson…” There’s a video of another girl, vaguely familiar to Max signing the same lyrics Anna was before.

It’s been a couple of weeks since they last saw each other and their texting has certainly quiet down from the first day’s frenzy. Max hasn’t dared to ask anything about her plans after she asked if he could stay in London for a few more days. Which he couldn’t. He had felt the tension of the unmentioned toppings in their conversation increasing as the days passed.

He had refused to let conversation dry completely sending her anything silly that passed through his social media, comforted that her humour remained untouched but the closing of her social media – which she told him beforehand, though gave little to no explanation -  had crippled his efforts. She was barely on her phone, as it was, usually answering in different hours. He did know they had a big show coming and she would be mostly practicing. And partying apparently.  

 “In two weeks, we will be seeing Anna Pearson performing in the European MTV Awards, in Italy, to receive her ten-year commemoration,” the commentators continue in the background. “We are expecting a 15 minute show, or at least that’s what we could get from-”

“It’s two days after the Oprah interview goes live, no?”

“Yeah, but in Pearson’s favour, she had confirmed her presence in the EMAs long before Roberto made the break up statement-”.

“What a ****,”

“I know I’m team Anna for sure,”

 “And are we going to talk about the hair?”

“I think she looks gorgeous with her hair short,” Heidi says to Victoria.

“Me too, right Maxie?” Victoria agrees, glancing cheekily and knowingly to her brother.

“I’ll tell when I see her,” Max mutters his back to the TV trying to block the gossip shows Heidi, Victoria and Lando insisted on playing on his TV. Daniel laughs near him.

“Ohhh so now it’s when you see her?” Victoria continues, turning slowly, careful not to wait her sleeping child. In spite of him not confirming to his sibling or Lando that anything had happened, Lando has been constantly repeating whatever he thought he saw at the New Year’s party, even Max’s mother is aware something happened. And what Lando knows wasn’t much but it didn’t take much for the british driver to dramatize it. Victoria has happily joined the teasing.

It’s Heidi he worries might know something and pass it along, but Daniel has insisted he hasn’t said anything to her. Max doubts it, because he knows how pillow talk sometimes works. Kelly and Heidi weren’t bests of friends but they did hang out. Enough for Heidi not to confirm anything from Kelly’s side. And this thing with Anna was still not something he knew what it was but he didn’t want to hurt Kelly in spite of not knowing anything about her since October.

“That’s something,” Lando agrees by Max’s side.

“Do you get tickets for the EMAs brother dear?” Victoria asks her voice a bit higher than before, making Luka whine.

“Dunno,” Max says shrugging.

“It’s in Milan,” she adds, he shrugs again non-committal.

“Danny got tickets,” Heidi intervenes and the bell of Max’s phone interrupts his little focus on the conversation.

AnnieP: hi!

Maxie: hi

He feels the nerves in his stomach. Daniel has taken over the conversation, a knowing glance from his teammate lets Max know something shows in his face when he sees Anna’s name. Fuck it all. He takes advantage of the aussie as distraction, slipping to the balcony for the little privacy he can manage.

Annie P: can I call you?

His throat runs dry because since New Year’s texting is all they’ve ever done. And just texting. Memes, links of silly news, a song – or the beginnings of one if he understood her correctly. He glances back to the living room where everyone seems distracted with conversation, perhaps Danny has been successful changing subjects. There’s a part of him that wants to tell her no, make her wait a bit, but at the end wanting to hear her wins with great margin.

Max: sure.

She must have been waiting for his answer because less than ten seconds later he has her face on his screen. He’d forgotten he had her saved with an old photo of them. Before trying to remember when they took that particular photo he accepts and it’s then he realizes it’s a videocall.

Her face shows and her lips draw a happy grin. He brushes clumsily his hair as quickly as he can before she starts chuckling perceptively.

“Hi!” She repeats cheerful, nothing but joy in her face.

 “You said call, not videocall,” he snaps embarrassed. He had never been a vain person but he still was conscious he was still in his sweated padel clothes, he hadn’t even seen himself in the mirror since they arrived.

“Sorry,” she laughs, clearly not sorry at all. “You look gorgeous, anyways,” she adds fondly, is she blushing? Is he blushing? She’s in a dark room as far as he can see, probably recording studio.  Her hair is indeed shorter but it still is dark chocolate.

She then shows him her free hand, her casted hand.

“What happened?” he frowns worried, his hair forgotten.

“That’s why I’m calling, texting takes too long,” she whines lowering her casted hand.

“And videocalling?”

“I might miss your face as well as your voice,” she answers a sly grin stretching on her face, flirtatiously.

“In which time zone are you?” he asks when her laughter begins to quiet down.

“Uff returned to London yesterday, it’s been a bit hectic,” she murmurs, brushing her hair away from her face. “We are recording ‘til 15h, then choreo, hopefully tonight I get to stay home… and you?”

“Mom left yesterday. Vic’s still here with the kids,” he says awkwardly.

“Uncle Maxie,” she coos, big smile not leaving her face. He shakes his head in fake disapproval.

“I hear you might be coming to Italy soon?” he drops, changing subject and she bites her lip.

“Yup, next week I’ll be there for practice, and two weeks after it’s the show,” she answers a hesitant half smile on her face.

He can’t say it’s been hard or easy getting back in contact with her. There’s something between them that hasn’t changed, conversation is usually. But at the same time, he’s not blind to how different things are. In spite of her cheery complexion, her flirtatious tone, he knows there’s a barrier there that wasn’t there before, something that wasn’t there before. She’s more guarded. Something he knows he’s to blame for.  

“Italy is not far from Monaco,” he continues nervously not looking away from the video. “I could... or you could…” he shrugs feeling absolutely pathetic in his attempt to be smooth. Fuck it. “Can we meet?”

She laughs and nods emphatically, her grin impossibly wide.

“Thought you’d never ask!”

It was as if awkwardness faded suddenly and all was left was them.

She explains how they were working on a much more physical presentation than she’s used to and she fell badly on her wrist. It hadn’t been too serious, she should be alright for the show, but depending on how she recovered she might not be able to play the guitar how they had planned for the first half of the show, the choreography had already been changed to avoid anything worse.

Then she had dramatically described her clumsy accident. A slip with a cord as her dancing partner was twirling her around. He laughed merrily, knowing at the end she was fine.

“I’d like to see you try Verstappen!” she mocked.

“After you give a spin with one of our cars,” he had retorted quickly remembering how she had almost crashed one of his first cars, when he let her drive it.

“I’m a much better driver now, thank you very much,” she snapped back but her tone held no real grudge behind.

“Wanna bet?” he challenged wiggling his eyebrows.

“Name the prize,” she agrees wiggling her own, cheeks heated a quick remembrance of an old bet of them that had ended with a broken table. He feels flushed as he remembers all too well.  

Someone calls for her, breaking the moment and allowing them to reign themselves. She asks for ten more minutes. Once the person outside of the image is out, she rolls her eyes as she grins to the camera and asks him again what’s new with him.

He told her about his new found love of paddle, and perhaps he exaggerated his prowess, which he suspected she had noticed as she snorts when he tries bragging of winning Lando – forgetting to mention Danny had done most of the job. He told her Lando had been bugging him for her to present her friends to him. That had gained a contagious laugh from her.

“Bring him with you,” Anna encourages, delicately taking a lock of rebel hair, behind her ear. She adds they could meet in group in case a paparazzi got word of where she was. Just in case. The unsaid words boost him to be bold. It’s then he notices how insecure he feels with their whole ordeal. Max offers he could go back with her to London because he had to drop in Milton Keys in the next few weeks. Her face parts into a big grin that warms him deeply. He’s debating himself to ask what she would like to do lodging wise when Lando opens loudly the sliding crystal door keeping him inside.

“Annaaaaa,” he greets sitting next to Max, taking the phone from his hands. Danny appears by the window frame apologetically.

“Hi Mr. Lando!” She returns warmly. “I hear today wasn’t a good the at the paddle court for you?”

“I couldn’t keep him any longer,” Daniel tells Max sighing dramatically. “And also, I wanted to say hi!” he squeezes himself at Max’s other side. Max could hear her laughing. He sighs in resignation, knowing it will be difficult to have his phone and his privacy back.

“Assholes,” he mutters.

“Mr. Ricciardo!” she greets, merrily, ignoring Max’s comment. “Long time no see!”

“Ditto!” the Australian mirrored her grin and excitement. “Are you-”

“Is Rachel there?” Lando interrupts. She laughs and shakes her head.

“I’m afraid if she were I wouldn’t be allowed to use my phone,” she confides but there are no bad feelings in her voice. “She’s been forced to take a two week break by her employer”.

“Meaning you,” Max adds deadpanned.

“Yup!” she answers grinning proudly.

In less than ten minutes Lando and Daniel have agreed to join him to see Anna in Milan, ffor the EMA’s and then they will all return together to London. She leaves him to continue recording. Lando tries to ask her if it’s a new album but she escapes answering laughing when she hangs up.

CHAPTER 10

[omagazineparis]

Anais Pouliot, le top canadien à suivre

Anais Pouliot (né le 7 mai 1991) est un modèle canadien. Née à Chicoutimi, au Québec, la belle Anais Pouliot a choisi de poser ses valises et d'habiter définitivement à New York. Dans cet article, nous avons voulu vous présenter quelques étapes de son parcours en l'illustrant de photos choisies. Elle a notamment été mise en avant par Louis Vuitton, Nina Ricci, Topshop, Sonia Rykiel, Aldo, H&M, Yves Saint Laurent, Carven, Anna Sui. Mugler, Mih jeans, Emporio Armani, Eres, Lancôme, Urban Outfitters, Tod's, Kate Spade, Nasty Gal et Barneys New York. Elle est l'un des modèles préférés de Terry Richardson. Découverte en 2005 au Québec, Anaïs décroche très vite ses premiers contrats. Signée chez Trump Models, elle débute dans une campagne See by Chloé avant de fouler le catwalk pour des marques comme Lacoste, Peter Som ou encore John Rocha, lors des fashion weeks de New York et de Londres. En 2010, elle défile en exclusivité pou Miu Miu et fait la couverture de Grey magazine en juin de la même année. Tout s'accélère fin 2010 pour la charmante Anaïs, qui devient l'un des mannequins les plus demandés : Christopher Kane, Mark Fast, Moschino, D&G, Marni... Elle enchaîne les défilés. Elle a participé à de nombreuses couvertures de magazines, dont Vogue, Acne Paper, Elle, Fashion, Oyster, Vogue UK, L'Express, Le Monde, L'officiel, Marie Claire et Air France Madame. Elle pose souvent pour le site Web et les catalogues de Victoria's Secret mais ne participe pas au grand défilé Victoria secret fashion show. A lire également : Behati Prinsloo, une namibienne ultra sexy Depuis quelques années, comme beaucoup de modèles et de mannequins, elle est très présente sur les réseaux via lesquels elle développe une communauté de fans vous pouvez la suivre et découvrir ses dernières activités. Notre rédaction est tombé sous le charme de cette belle canadienne qui bien qu'elle ait désormais la trentaine conserve un visage juvénile et ce regard espiègle qui ont fait son succès dès le début de sa carrière. Désormais, la jeune femme s'est imposée comme l'un des mannequins canadiens les plus demandés au monde... tout simplement. Read the full article

[alexisgeorge24]

6 février :

Petite ballade jusqu'au Cerro Guanaco qui "domine" à quasi 1000m offrant un panorama incroyable sur l'axe du détroit de Beagle, les lacs environnants, les sommets chiliens, dont un gros glacier, le tout tapissé de forêt et soupoudré de nuages hétéroclites. De retour à Ushuaia je retrouve mon hostel et glande jusqu'à l'heure de l'apéro. Je risque même l'aventure au pub irlandais qui est blindé de monde. Je me rappel qu'on peut aussi parler à d'autres personne plutôt qu'à soit même.

Bilan: 16km, 1000m d+

7 février:

Grasse matinée, un peu de logistique (WU, achat réchaud, billets de bus, lessive à la main) et ballade jusqu'au glacier Martial accessible depuis la ville. C'est rempli de monde et rien de particulier à voir... j'y croise par contre le couple de français que j'ai connu à Bariloche et on papote jusqu'à l'apéro. Enfin je reparle à des gens.

Bilan: 6km, 600m d+

8 février:

Trajet en bus jusqu'à Punta Arenas qui me bouffe la journée entière. J'ai tout de même le temps de faire 2 choses, de profiter des derniers rayons de soleil en me promenant sur "l'estran", et d'apprendre un nouveau mot.

9 février:

Un peu de logistique encore; je retire de l'argent à un distributeur, fait rarissime puisque j'avais l'habitude de retirer des liasses de billets de 1000 pesos argentins (0,70eur) après avoir fait la queue à WU. Je me renseigne sur le transport pour rejoindre une rando de 4 jours, et je retrouve une personne rencontrée sur Marketplace qui vend 5 batteries de drone avec chargeur ! Je me sens très chanceux de voir mon drone ressusciter, surtout à 40% du prix d'achat. A part ça je visite le musée Nao Victoria qui reconstitue fidèlement à échelle 1:1 le bateau Victoria qui a permis à Magellan de faire le tour de monde et de "découvrir" le détroit qui porte son nom et où à été fondée Punta Arenas, et le bateau HMS Beagle qui a transporté Charles Darwin pour ses observations scientifiques autour de l'Amérique. C'est sympas. Ensuite je visite le musé des souvenirs où sont exposés toutes sortes de machines du XIXe siècle ainsi que des boutiques reconstituées. C'est sympas. Puis visite du Museo Regional Salesiano Maggiorino Borgatello. De la taxidermie, de l'histoire régionale, de l'ethnographie, une pub sur les bienfaits de l'extraction pétrolière du coin. Sympas.

10 février :

Bus vers une randonnée de 3 jours (plus 4 finalement, je suis en forme), qui longe le détroit de Magellan jusqu'à une croix géante plantée au point le plus austral du continent américain, le Cabo Froward. L'arrêt est à 8km du début du sentier mais je me fais rapidement prendre en stop. Puis je commence cette marche en accélérant le pas. En effet, j'ai 3 gués à traverser à marrée basse et il se trouve que je suis sur un très bon créneau pour les passer les 3 aujourd'hui. Ils fait incroyablement beau toute la journée (rarissime pour la région), les sommets, fjords et glaciers de l'autre coté du détroit sont parfaitement visibles, des dauphins m'offrent un spectacle chorégraphique personnel de 10min, je traverse des plages de galets, de roche, parfois entrecoupées de troncs d'arbres, parfois de falaises me faisant faire des détours par la forêts. Arrivé au 1er gué je le traverse facilement, l'eau arrivant aux mollets. Avant d'arriver au 2e gué je dois couper par la forêt au sol spongieux; texture que je ne connaissais pas. Je traverse le gué avec l'eau arrivant au dessus du nombril. La marré étant en train de monter je fonce au 3e gué. Je le traverse sans problème, l'eau arrivant aux genoux. Il fait beau et j'ai mes chaussons de plongée, aucune difficulté et tout se fait dans le confort. Je pose ma tente à l'abris du vent dans la forêt en la laissant ouverte; Eduardo de mon hostel m'ayant averti des renards qui défoncent des tentes pour choper la nourriture, puis je me pose 50m plus loin pour profiter du coucher de soleil en dineant. 1ere galère quand je constate que j'ai balancé mon briquet avec mon réchaud cassé, qui sont tous deux rangés dans le même sachet, et donc pas moyen d'allumer mon nouveau réchaud. Je m'insulte de façon assez grossière. Et dire que des gens pensent que je peux faire des expédition de survie... ce genre d'erreur prouve mon incompétence en la matière... heureusement je vois au loin une personne, la seul que je verrai de ma randonnée. Il me balance à travers le gué des allumettes et m'épargne de manger des céréales et biscuits comme dîner (j'avais prévu 6 jours de nourriture au cas où les marrés ne m'étaient pas favorables). Donc je mange mes nouilles à la sauce champignon et je rentre dormir. Mais que ne vois-je pas dans ma tente ?! Ma bouffe !!! Des renards sont venu et ont tout pris excepté une conserve de thon et mon pain qui était rangé dans mon sac. Au loin je vois mon sachets de pâtes à moitié vide. Je m'insulte encore une fois d'avoir laissé la nourriture dans la tente au lieu de l'avoir prise avec moi. Désormais j'ai pile assez de calories, en rationnant, pour 3 jours. Je m'endors énervé.

Bilan: 28km, 230m d+

11 février :

Leçon apprise, avant de partir vers la croix avec un petit sac, j'accroche le gros en hauteur sur un arbre avec la bâche dessus. Pour le petit déjeuner j'avale 2 tranches de pain de mie puis je marche sur des rochers glissants sur 4km, puis des galets, puis je monte à la fameuse croix. Toute la journée il y aura une alternance de pluie et de soleil. Je retourne à mon campement et tente de traverser le 1er gué (le 3e de la veille). Il fait froid, il pleut, et l'eau arrive jusqu'au nombril et je continue à m'enfoncer là où il arrivait à mes genoux la veille; je flippe un peu et fait demi tour pour attendre que la marré baisse un peu. Je retente 30min plus tard à un autre endroit et ça passe. Je fonce vers le 2e gué (le 2e de la veille également, donc inutile de le préciser). Au moment où je commence à traverser, il se met et greler, fort... pas le choix je dois traverser puisque la marrée monte et que je n'ai pas assez de nourriture pour attendre la prochaine marrée basse. Je peste à chaque pierre qui me dechire les pieds, je tremble de froid, je porte mon sac sur la tête, la grêle me fouette. Pachamama doit avoir ses raisons. La "camping" n'étant pas loin, je fonce en calebute pour vite me mettre à l'abri sous la tente. Sauf que je ne le trouve pas et je dois traverser des ronces. Je mets donc mon pantalon tout trempé et continue de chercher. Je ne trouve rien et décide de marcher 1km vers là où je pense avoir aperçu des spots de bivouacs la veille. Ma mémoire est bonne et je pose la tente qui prend un peu la flotte dans le processus. Je suis complètement mouillé, le sol de ma tente aussi et ma bâche de mon sac n'a pas fait son job, tout est humide à l'intérieur. Heureusement j'ai mis mon sac de couchage dans un sac poubelle. Je me sèche sous la tente, me fait à manger et m'endors (je rappel que mon matelas est bancale et inconfortable). Il en faut des journées de merde pour apprendre à apprécier les choses simples de la vie. Je pense avoir déjà rédigé des phrases similaires plus haut, mais là c'était vraiment galère et pourtant je commence à avoir une certaine expérience dans le domaine.

Bilan: 28km, 400m d+

12 février :

Allez qu'on se casse d'ici. Grasse matinée pour me caler au bus du retour et je fonce vers l'arrêt. Je traverse les mêmes paysages donc je ne m'y extasie pas. Arrivé à la fin du sentier, et donc à 8km de l'arrêt de bus, je me fait prendre en stop immédiatement, et ce, jusqu'à la porte de mon hostel s'il vous plaît. Eduardo est surpris de me voir finir si tôt la randonnée. Je suis tellement en avance que j'enchaîne avec un bus pour Puerto Natales pour faire la connexion avec El Calafate puis Los Antiguos afin de retrouver la Caretera Austral et me diriger tranquillement vers le Nord en suivant les Andes Chiliennes. Je crève de faim en englouti 4 grosses empanadas avant de prendre le bus. En chemin je réserve mon bus de El Calafate à Los Antiguos (70eur) puis constate que les bus de Puerto Natales à El Calafate sont tous complets. Je m'insulte pour la 3e fois en 24h puis réalise qu'il ne me reste plus que l'option du stop de Puerto Natales à El Calafate (350km et une frontière). Arrivé à Puerto Natales je dîne et me couche sur un vrai matelas dans mon hostel. Je rêve des 1000 façons dont peuvent se dérouler mes aventures en stop du lendemain. C'est fou comment des périples en randonnée à travers des terrains "inhospitaliers" ne me font pas (plus) peur, mais risquer de devoir attendre des heures assis à ne rien faire, me hante. Est-ce la peur de rester immobile ou de devoir dépendre d'autrui que soi-même? À méditer avec mon psy, o sea yo.

Bilan: 18km, 200m d+

13 févier:

Je me fixe plusieurs niveaux de satisfaction pour ma journée en stop:

1) LE luxe: Arrivé pour 19h, cela me laisse le temps de prendre l'apero puis de dîner à un dernier bon restaurant argentin.

2) On reste dans le bonheure: Arrivé pour 21h00 où je dîne direct

3) Je garde une marge confortable en arrivant le jour même à El Calafate pour mon bus du lendemain qui est à 11h00

4) La limite: ja passe la nuit à mi chemin et le lendemain matin je trouve un stop pile à temps pour mon bus

5) La liste est longue tellement je m'imagine des galères

Et finalement... tambours... avec 3 stops, 8km de marche, et, 40 MINUTES d'attente au total, j'arrive à El Calafate à 17h00 !!!! En chemin, des stoppeurs qu'on récupère sont impressionnés par mon efficacité. Finalement ma barbe ne fait pas peur à grand monde. Je pose ma tente à un camping et je me délecte des plaisirs houblonnés et culinaires tant espérés et rêvés depuis mes traversés de gués à poil sous la grêle et le froid. De retour à ma tente pour dormir, j'entends au loin les basses du festival qui rassemblent toute la région pour 1 semaine. Au lieu de m'énerver je décide de me réhabiliter et aller voir l'ambiance. L'entrée est gratuite et le chanteur au micro est une star nationale que je connais car je l'écoute en boucle depuis que je l'ai découvert par hasard à la radio. Il chante les morceaux que je connais et je trouve ça improbable comme situation.

[punks-never-die205]

Unseen

afab!reader x Killer

CW: canon-typical violence, smooches, sexy times, second go at life try again style story, 18+ only

Chapter 13: Scrapped

With a little guidance from the locals, and with you acting as the go between with them, you got the Victoria docked somewhere safe and got the crew onto the island with little fuss.

“Water 7 has a water-train line that connects it to Enies Lobby, along with a few other islands.” You say as you, Heat, Wire, Killer and Kid disembark. “The efficiency and number of marines that can be here if things go sideways is uncomfortable.”

“Right, right, best behavior and all that.” Kid grumbles. “Where’s the scrap?”

You laugh, “Business first, sight-seeing second, huh Captain?”

“If shit goes sideways, I’d rather get done what we came here to do, brat.” He replies.

You tilt your head toward him in response and then start walking. “This way then, it’s about an hour’s walk from here.” You look around at your present company. “Maybe less.”

Halfway to the scrap island you were sitting on Heat’s shoulders. You had been jogging to keep up with the rest of the group, because not only were they all taller than you, but no one had what you would deem a leisurely pace. The best part about it, aside from the free ride, was that you managed to make the big scary pirates look far less scary, sitting on Heat’s shoulders waving and smiling at people as you made your way through town.

“What in the hells are you doing that for, brat?” Kid asks looking up at you with a bemused smile.

“You all look like a bunch of hooligans,” you tease, waving at another passerby. “I’m just reassuring the locals that you’re not a bunch of unreasonable types.”

“Some waving and smiling isn’t going to make everyone here forget we’re supernovas.” Kid says.

“From 160k to 315k after stealing those eternal log poses.” You muse, smiling down at him from your perch. “160k prior to hitting the Grandline is respectable.” You didn’t bring up Killer’s bounty because he was the only pirate you knew who legitimately didn’t care. Which made sense, Killer’s whole focus was raising Kid up, he didn’t have a motivation solely for himself.

Kid laughs. “Respectable?”

You shrug. “Pirates like their bounties. So, based on context, I’m not wrong. We should celebrate when you hit a certain mark.”

“What number did you have in mind, brat?”

“Hm… considering what your goals are, say, three billion?” You reply.

Kid’s quiet for a moment. “Surpassing the Emperors would mean that much at least.”

“Skipping right by the Warlords, eh?” You muse.

“No time to waste, brat.”

You snort. “Experience is the best teacher, Captain.” Your gaze shifts off to the horizon and your tone of voice gets away from you for a moment. “Cruel and objective, but effective if you survive it.”

“Getting kind of dark there, Sunshine.” Kid says. “Not waving to the locals anymore?”

You smirk and shake the dark thoughts away as you go back to waving and smiling at the random passerby.

Getting to the scrap island was an unexpected treat. Eustass was like a kid in a candy store after his guardian just went and bought the whole thing. You barely make it a foot into things before he was pulling interesting bits of metal and wood and other such items from the edges of the island.

“We’re going to have to go in a bit further to test things, Captain.” You say after a couple minutes, causing the others to chuckle a little as Eustass simply grins.

“Work your way in, I’ll catch up.” Eustass orders, waving you all off.

You look to Killer who shrugs and heads deeper into the scrap heap with Heat and Wire. Since you’re still on Heat’s shoulders you follow along by default.

“I’ll go back and get him after an hour if needed, brat.” Killer assures you as the group works their way through the uneven island. “Though, on this island if there’s someone who can travel quickly, it’s going to be him.”

After thinking on it for a moment you nod. “If anyone could hurl themselves around an island of scrap it’s someone who can control magnetism.”

Killer found a decent place to sit for a bit when you reached further into the scrap island and made himself comfortable. Leaning back a little he pats his thigh, offering you a place to sit. You can feel your ears go pink despite it all. It wasn’t like the two of you were any kind of secret, and it had been months since you joined the crew.

Putting your face in your hands for a second, you give in and sit on the edge of his lap. Killer wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his lap properly, before leaning back onto his arms, creating a comfortable position for you both.

“Heat and Wire aren’t going to tease you like Hip and Emma,” he assures you. “You can relax properly for a bit.”

“Ah, it’s not that,” you admit, leaning against his chest and letting yourself relax. “Something’s just… poking at me.”

Killer’s quiet for a moment and you can hear the seriousness in his tone when he speaks. “Since it’s not me, I assume you mean your instincts are bothering you?”

You chuckle a little and nod. “Yeah. There’s something here… or there’s nothing here and I’m just nervous about being so close to Guanhao.”

“… Don’t start second guessing your instincts now.” Killer assures you, reaching up with one arm and petting your back soothingly. “Your biggest worry are the CP9 agents, and you’ve described them to us all before, so you’re not the only one looking out.” His arm reaches your shoulder, and he pulls you close to his chest for a second. “You’re not alone.”

You kiss the side of his mask, whispering your thanks before you nuzzle back into him. To Eustass’ credit you only waited another twenty minutes before he rejoined the rest of you, arcing through the air and landing nearby. The scrap island was truly his playground in more ways than one.

“Alright, Brat, let’s see what you can do.” Kid says, holding out his hand as you get up from Killer’s lap.

You feel the devil fruit ability slot into your body, filling the odd empty feeling that is usually there. Unlike with Law’s complicated Ope-Ope fruit, you have utilized Eustass’ power quite a few times, so there wasn’t anything left to figure out.

Closing your eyes, you reached out with the power like you had with Law’s, not letting yourself get distracted by physical distance. It was like skipping your fingers over the edges of a series of pages, moving swiftly from one to the next, but in this case you wove a line of magnetism from one to the next like a thread.

“Can you feel it?” Killer asks Kid quietly.

“Little bit.” Kid admits. “Already giving me ideas.”

“Ah.” You make the noise involuntarily but can feel four sets of eyes on you. “I, uh… ran out of island.”

“… Can you lift anything?” Kid asks.

Concentrating a little you begin to lift items. Small, loose items, near the surface of the heap. You worked your way further and further out, lifting them up and letting them drop before they started toward you and the others. You reached almost 100 meters before something knots inside you and the unexpected pain breaks your concentration.

“That was it.” You admit, opening your eyes and holding your sides. “I don’t have your core muscles and the constant push and pull was too much.”

“Reached out a helluva lot further than I can, Brat.” Kid admits. “You link from one to the next?”

You nod. “Like a web, multiple connections.”

“Huh, like a lattice?” You nod again and Kid gets a look on his face before you can feel the magnetism spinning up inside of him. There’s a couple minutes of silence again. Kid’s eyes are closed and everyone’s worried that any kind of talking would break his concentration.

Five minutes later there’s a smile spreading across his face. The island shivers a little as metal rips itself free, tossing up into the air before dropping again, all sizes of pieces, cascading out further and further from Kid. The smile on his face grows and laughter rumbles up from inside of him.

“EUSTASS!” You yell, snapping him out of his concentration as the magnetism breaks. He looks at you sourly for a second, but your sigh of relief softens his expression. “If you did much more you were going to risk the whole scrap heap.”

Eustass flexes his hands and it’s easy to tell he’s itching to really test the limits of the new technique.

“Southwest of St. Faldo is an island that was used by St. Poplar, Pucci, Faldo, Guanhao, and Ennies Lobby as a dump site.” You explain. “It doesn’t have a magnetic field, and there’s no eternal pose to it, but there are old water-train tracks that lead to it. So, if we go to St. Faldo first, we can find the tracks and follow them.”

“Why didn’t we go there first?” Eustass barks.

“Well, for one, it might not be there. Water 7 survives Agua Luna every year, but I don’t know if the trash heap does.” You admit. “Second, there’s nothing else there. No town, no supplies, no food, no Galley-La,” you point up at the massive shipwright building. “No bull rides, no water elevator-.”

“Water elevator?” Kid interrupts.

You smile. “We can rent some bulls and experience it firsthand if you want. It’s a pretty amazing feat of water engineering. Just… anything but accidentally sinking an island full of useful scrap, please.”

“Most people wouldn’t care about scrap, Brat, that’s why they call it scrap.”

“I mean, this is Ship-Wright-Island. For some people this stretch of junk is the difference between a finished boat or nothing.” You explain. “Besides…” You look around a little. “Something has me unsettled, as much as we can I’d like to be… subtle.”

You make a weird face when you say that word and hear Eustass laugh. The captain ruffles your hair as the group heads off the scrap pile and back toward the city proper. Kid promises to keep his head down as much as he can, and has you lead him to the nearest bull rental shop.

Renting a few bulls was easy enough. Heat and Wire were in one, and you, Killer and Kid were in the other. You pointed out what you knew about the town, and how they coped with the massive storm. When you got to the water elevator you gave Kid a chance to puzzle out how it worked, and he knew before it even started. Turns out the island the big four were from had canals that worked under the same principal.

The good news was, he was still perfectly happy seeing it in action. The canals didn’t lift boats to the same heights the water elevator lifted bullriders. The fact that the process didn’t bother the bulls was also pretty interesting to him, but in an hour of lazy traveling you made it to Galley-La’s main gate.

Kid let out a low whistle. “The fuckin’ scale.”

“From massive Marine battleships, to ornate jewels of the Celestials, all the way down to the smallest rowboat, Galley-La makes it all.” You say, repeating taglines from the brochure you took off a tour guide on the way up here.

You turn your back on the work dock and look over the full city, pointing to a line of buildings. “Agua Laguna usually rises up to about there. There’s concern this year that it’ll be bad and come up higher, but even then I doubt the working docks will be in any danger.”

“When’s it due?” Killer asks.

“Not for another couple of weeks.” You answer, smiling up at him. “We have time to-.” Your heart drops and you freeze. You look back out toward the horizon, but Killer already has a hand on your shoulder and is looking back at the working docks.

“Square nose.” Killer says, and you feel the tension in the air ratchet up as the other three with you realize what’s going on. “He looks like a dock worker, brat.”

“Shit, there’s two.” Heat mutters.

“… (Y/N)?” You recognize the voice, and you can’t stop yourself from flinching. Kaku was always the friendliest and unassuming member of the team.

“Aw, dammit Kaku.” You grumble, holding up Killer’s wallet with a frustrated look on your face and in your voice. “Why’d you have to say my name?” You twisted Killer’s hand on your shoulder, and more to the point he let you. You shove him into Eustass with all the strength you could muster, and run straight out from the working dock, leaping into the air over Water 7.

You can hear Kid swearing and barking order at Heat and Wire to “Keep after that brat”! He sounds legitimately irritated; Killer must’ve taken them both out when you shoved him. You tuck Killer’s wallet into your back pocket before you land on the first roof. You run across the roof and aren’t surprised to hear someone land behind you.

There’s no need to look, you know who’s followed you.

“I almost had easy fare off this rock, Kaku!” You bellow, kicking a tile free and chucking it at him. You’re reaching out with your observation haki as you leap another gap, skywalking to cover the distance, before turning and blocking a kick coming down from Kaku. “Haven’t gotten rusty being undercover, huh giraffe geek?”

“You’ve gotten stronger.” Kaku admits, striking out again and pushing you back before he lands. “I understand why Jabra had a hard time.”

“You’re going to have a harder time,” you promise him. “Jabra wasn’t undercover. How many years have you been playing at being a good little Galley-La boy?”

“I haven’t been playing at anything, I’ve been doing my job.” He answers, his voice is calm, but angry.

You knew the source of that anger.

“Why’d you run away?” He demands.

You look at him sadly. “Why’d you stay?”

“You don’t have your stick.” He says, fists clenched as he comes at you.

“You don’t have your swords.” You knock away his blows easily, and you can see understanding dawning on his face after a few moments. Kaku might be able to catch up to you, but he’s not strong enough to take you on his own.

Not anymore.

You kicked him hard in the chest, once, twice, and the third time was enough to shove him off the roof. You didn’t stay to see how he fared, Kaku had his own skills and tricks. Kaku and the others were under cover meaning that they couldn’t use the six powers, cause once they did someone who knew would know they weren’t just strong dock workers.

You needed to get as much distance between the two of you as possible, even if you could overpower him. You didn’t want to. Kaku was the closest thing to a sibling you had ever known, even if neither of you were related in any way. You had wanted him to run away with you, but you knew even before you had asked that he wouldn’t.

You also knew he was the one who tipped off Lucci when you were nearly successfully recaptured years ago.

“…Fuck.” Water 7 wasn’t a very large island. It wasn’t super small, but you needed to keep Kaku off your tail until the sun went down, and not just Kaku. You doubted Lucci was going to be able to leave the working dock to try and track you down, but you didn’t know where everyone else was.

You didn’t even know who everyone else was.

You slipped through alleyways and buildings, and even swam a few canals. You knew the layout of Water 7 fairly well, and because of that you were able to effectively double-back and cover your tracks several times, to make sure that it was that much harder for anyone to follow you. Through the course of the day you even traded out most of your clothes, twice, being careful to at least keep Killers’ wallet on you.

The sun was low in the sky as you sat against a chimney, wedged right next to another building, giving you a safe spot to put your back and an easy view to keep your eyes on. In another hour it would be safe to head to the Victoria Punk and reunite with the crew. Without making it obvious to CP9 that you were actually a member of their crew.

A familiar tingle catches your attention, and you shift away from the chimney and turn toward it as a door opens in the bricks. A large man with a bull’s horns hairdo and stoic expression looks a little surprised to see you looking back at him. You give him a pleasant smile.

“Oh, they haven’t figured it out, huh?” You smile, reaching out and patting the side of his face. “Not surprising, it’s my second-best kept secret.” You admit, closing his door as you open your own. You step through the subspace a couple of times before you really get the hang of it.

A few moments later, you’ve opened a door into the galley of the Victoria Punk, and are greeted by a dozen warm smiles, hugs and cheers. One of the crew mates goes to get Killer, while you stay out of sight inside the galley, regaling the crew with the adventure you accidentally had that day.

Killer shows up in the galley and you wave his wallet over your head from your perch on UK’s shoulders.

“I hope Kid had some money on him, I…” Your words die on your lips as Killer strides through the galley. He unhooks his mask and hands it off to a very confused House.

The entire room is silent, and there’s no other noise except for the steady click of Killer’s boots on the floor. The look on his face has you froze in place, you’re not sure if he’s angry or hurt or what, but he looks so deadly serious you can’t risk moving. The expression itself isn’t even what really has you caught, it’s that his mask is off.

In front of the crew.

Killer never took his mask off. As far as you knew only Kid, Heat and Wire knew what Killer looked like under the mask.

Well, and you.

Killer pulled you off UK’s shoulders in a smooth motion, pulling your legs around his waist before steadying you with one arm and pulling you into a kiss with the other arm. You let the wallet fall to the floor, wrapping your hands around his shoulders and leaning into the kiss. Hot, hungry, desperate lips devoured you and your breath, as strong arms held you almost a little too tightly.

There was a moment of stunned silence amongst the crew, but all at once the galley broke out into cheers and whistles.

[faithintheunknownsblog]

To Kill A Monster Master List

Pairing: Alucard x Female Reader

Genre: Hellsing AU, Action, Strangers to Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Smut

Trigger Warning: Blood, Gore, Kidnapping, Torture, Death, death, and more death.

Summary: After Sir Integra has passing, Seras Victoria becomes the new head of the Hellsing Organization. Life was quiet and there was no threat of vampires, until you have been discovered. You, a newly turned vampire that refuses to drink blood and has only one goal; to kill every last vampire, with no exceptions. Now it’s been brought to the Hellsing Organization attention that there is a new wave of vampires that pose a threat to the streets of London. And they need you in order to take them down. Determined to achieve your goal you have no choice but to work with the Hellsing Organization, being trained by the one and only Vampire King, Alucard.

Chapter 1: An Unwanted Interaction

Chapter 2: Prey

Chapter 3: An Ignored Plea

Chapter 4: The School

Chapter 5: Lights

Chapter 6: Out Of Sight Out Of Mind

Chapter 7: Night Club

Chapter 8: Tension

[eric8a]

Last night, before going to bed, I thought of having another go at Mordians, remembering some bits I had on hand, and seeing one of Sonic Sledgehammer's video.

In that video, he painted a few Imperial Guard soldiers (Cadians, Praetorian and Mordian) using the Reptilian Overlords Master Regiment kit. I have that same kit, peaked cap heads. The only different thing I had were epaulettes from Victoria Miniatures.

On a scale of 1-10, I'll give this guy a 7 in terms of my overall satisfaction. Unlike other Mordian proxies, he's not bulky and he's at a good height when placed next to other soldiers.

My only thing is that the torso has some straps, whereas the Mordians have a plain tunic. I know a small detail that will most likely be covered with their weapon and can be painted the same color as their tunic. I was worried about the head being too big and the epaulettes too small. But, after staring at it for a while, they don't look too bad.

I may try another one with a more upright pose and see how that comes out. I also did spot some tunics last night. One from Reptilian Overlords that unfortunately cost a good amount for shipping. But, I found another one through an STL file, which I want to try.

As for the color scheme, I'm going back to how I painted my first Mordian. Aside from their aesthetic, the story of the Battle of Mordian drew me to the Iron Guard. I imagined them fighting off the Death Guard and the forces of Nurgle, that after the war was done, a new regiment of veterans and new soldiers was made up, taking on the colors of the Death Guard.