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Drabble time! Inspo word was ‘demolition’. Under a squiggly line it goes!

“Don’t tell anyone, but this is my favorite bit of the business.”

Fernando cautiously stepped closer to the huge window. They were high up enough that they looked down on most of the other buildings.

“Which... which one is it?”

“That one,” Mark said, pointing to a big, concrete gray structure that seemed oddly out of step with the modern, glass-glittering highrises around it.

Mark had, true to habit, declined the press event accompanying his latest building project, but Fernando never knew he watched from afar. Now they watched together as the building was swallowed by dust, disappearing into nothing.

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I wrote a thing! Soulmate AU, T-rated, Sebson, hints of Brocedes and a metric ton of other ships and two metric tons of people.

“Soulmates were discussed at school, of course, and it was common to ask your friends and family what it felt like when you matched, when your eyes shifted from their mismatched state and you and your soulmate both got your real eye color in both eyes. The only problem was that it seemed to vary so greatly from person to person that there was hardly anything reliable to say about it. The experts all agreed on one thing though: it was not a question of if, but when.”

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Drabble time! Inspo word was ‘reveal’. Under a squiggly line it goes!

“I don’t know how you got through security, but...”

Fernando slid the business card across the desk, interrupting the man in the high-backed chair.

“They have all realized it is better to let me go where I want,” he said. When he sat back his suit jacket opened slightly, revealing a gun in a shoulder holster.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” the man across the table snarled.

“Can you not read?” Fernando said in mock surprise.

The man picked up the card. Then his mouth fell open and his eyes opened wide.

“Of course... sir.”

Fernando smiled.

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Drabble time! Inspo word was ‘time’. Under a squiggly line it goes!

They watched Kimi sink another suspiciously clear drink, slamming the glass onto the counter and motioning the hesitant bartender for another.

“Do you... think we should do something?” The question was appropriate, as Kimi slid halfway off the chair and only by the luck of a drunk man caught himself on the empty seat next to himself. He muttered something to the chair and hoisted himself back up.

“Kimi?” Seb tried softly. “Kimi, we should go to bed. We have to be up early.”

Kimi turned slightly unfocused, glassy eyes to him. Then he grinned.

“I’ll be whenever I want.”

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I have written a Webbonso. :) Rated E, dom/sub undertones, porn with feelings, you know the RPF drill.

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Drabble time! Inspo word was ‘plan’. Under a squiggly line it goes!

Jenson entered the bedroom and frowned. Kimi had stayed the night, which was strange enough in itself, but for some reason he had moved to Jenson’s side of the bed when they’d gone back upstairs after making some breakfast.

“You’re getting crumbs all over my side of the bed,” Jenson said pointedly, sitting down on the other side. Kimi glanced over and took another demonstrative bite of his sandwich. Jenson sighed.

“Why did you move to my side?”

Kimi shot him a crooked smirk.

“Because if I didn’t I would be getting crumbs all over my side of the bed.”

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I wrote a thing. It has Lando and George and Alex and Carlos in it. Rated T, with a little swearing. Smoking, boarding school, boys being boys, ends before plot, gen.

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Drabble time! Inspo word was ‘mixer’. Under a squiggly line it goes!

“Why are we even here?”

It was a fair enough question. They hadn’t won anything, and getting into full gala-regalia wasn’t anybody’s idea of a good time. Well, maybe Nico’s, but he was weird like that.

“Are supposed to ‘get to know’ them,” Fernando said, a mocking edge to his voice. He clearly figured himself above this.

Jenson looked around, his eye caught by another tan little Spaniard, “I wouldn’t mind getting to know some of them better...”

“Are you guys seeing this?” Mark asked, pointing. At the bar, Valentino Rossi was listening patiently while Kimi talked up a storm.

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what do you think about Seb as top and Jenson as bottom in their pairing? p.s. i like your fics very much!

Hi Anon-person! :) I'll put the response under a squiggly line - thank you for the ask! <3

First off I'm very happy you like my stuff! Thank you for taking the time to read it! <3

I think that if you want to write (or just imagine!) Seb as a top you should totally do it. I would read the f*ck out of it, Sebson is my jam. This being said I tend to write them with Jenson topping because a: I guess I just like to think of it that way, it fits with the personalities I ascribe them that that's how they'd prefer it I suppose, and b: I think there's at least a little hint of truth to the whole "your OTP is someone you like and a character you can project onto"-thing.

Tbh I realized two things from your ask (apart from the fact that I probably worry too much and overthink everything, which isn't really a -realization-...). That I would like to try writing Seb as a top in that pairing (I've done it in other pairings so why not this one), and that thinking about it, I'm incredibly in to fluff and my favorite part of my OTP is soft snuggly cuddles and mutual pleasure, regardless of who's doing what.

Thank you for letting me think about my OTP for a bit. ;)

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“talk about something else, anything at all” - maybe a bit about the things you are writing? a look into the Fantasy AU?

Hi Anon-person! :) Thanks for the ask! <3

So the short and sweet of it is, a disguised nobleman is looking for his lost son, last seen traveling to a foreign land with the nobleman’s brother. In this foreign country, the king (an old man gone quite mad with his thirst for power) hides a terrible secret below his castle. And the villagers who have been forced into hiding are about to get some unexpected allies, and stir up a whole lot of trouble. The VERY short version. I’ll put a snippet I’ve jotted down below the cut, for anyone who’s interested - it was written a while ago and is kinda waffly, but... it’s a something. :)

Much love to you, Anon-person! <3

Mark heard the carriage coming from far away. Two horses, traveling slowly. One driver, one guard. Not the usual carriage though; it was big, a rectangular wagon with no windows. With any luck it was full of food. The whistled signal sounded from further down the road when the carriage passed. No more guards.

This would be easy.

He and Daniel jumped out almost at the same time, Daniel going for the reins of the horses and Mark pulling the surprised driver down onto the road. He saw the guard reaching for his sword and leapt up by the step on the front of the carriage. His fist slammed into the guard’s face and he fell back down to his seat with a pained sound. Mark grabbed the front of his clothes and shook him.

“Any food, any valuables, and you get to live.”

The guard pointed limply, and Mark could already see the others grabbing at least two trunks full of whatever this carriage was hauling from a side compartment. He wasn’t expecting anything of particular worth, not with so few guards. The horses were somewhat calm and Daniel moved to help get the fabric covering the back of the carriage, making short work of the ropes with his knife.

As soon as Mark heard him curse, he knew something was wrong. He scrambled over the seat to look at the back of the carriage, shoving the guard to the ground for good measure.

Daniel was staring in to the back of the carriage, and with the fabric off Mark could see it was a cage. Strong metal bars and a wooden floor, and the fabric had been the only thing shielding the cargo not only from sun and rain but also from view. Daniel was looking at a boy, younger than himself, who was clinging to the bars on one side and staring at him with huge, frightened eyes.

Mark froze at the sight. Slaves usually weren’t transported like this, and prisoners... they were never guilty of a crime bad enough to warrant this, not at their age. He saw more boys in the carriage, some were still lying down and Mark hoped with all his heart that they were just sleeping. Some of the others looked like they had only stirred when the carriage had stopped.

“Mark,” Daniel said a little louder, and Mark looked at him. “We have to get them out.”

“There should be a latch or something, maybe near the floor!” Mark called.

The boy who had been staring at Daniel moved to the back of the cage, climbing over some of the other boys, and started shaking at the door for all he was worth as if he had understood what they had said. Over the clanking of the metal, Mark only just heard the whistle from further down the road.

“There’s more coming!” Mark said. The men on either side of the carriage had already taken the trunks far away enough that they should be okay. Daniel was still trying to work the door open though, and the boy in the carriage had clearly taken the signal to be a warning. He yelled something that sounded wordless, only vowels to Mark’s ears, and pulled at the door even harder.

“Daniel!” Mark shouted. “We have to go!”

“We have to get them out!” Daniel said, still struggling with the lock. The boy kept shouting, and now one of the others joined in, not in the same tongue but another, a harsher sound. He turned suddenly and stared up at Mark with panic in his eyes.

“Out!” he screamed. “Open! Out!”

Further down the road Mark saw at least three riders approaching. They had to go, and fast. He clambered over the end of the carriage and jumped down; Daniel wouldn’t give up and he knew it. When he was about to pull Daniel away however, the carriage started moving. The guard had gotten back up and taken the horses, starting down the road and leaving his colleagues to deal with the bandits. Daniel cast one glance over his shoulder, and then looked at Mark before they took off together through the woods. The horses would have trouble getting through the underbrush quickly, and they knew all the hiding spots.

They ran, first as fast as they could and then slowing so they could be quiet. The guards soon gave up the chase. The live cargo was obviously more important than whatever they had managed to steal. When he thought it was safe, Daniel turned to Mark.

“What in the hells was that?” he hissed out. “What in all the hells was that?”

Mark couldn’t answer. He had no idea why the king’s men would be transporting boys, boys not from this country, through the forest this close to nightfall.

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I wrote a thing, it has jazz music in it.

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I wrote a thing! It’s a Simi, rated T.

Tags: Drunkenness, Age Regression/De-Aging, Or Is It?, Panic, Overthinking, drunken logic, Kid Fic, Babies, Humor.

Summary: It... couldn’t be? Except it had to be. There was no other explanation. A normal child would have cried, or been happy. Kimi, even as a baby, would not care in the slightest. Nothing fazed adult Kimi. Nothing would faze baby Kimi. It made sense. (Sebastian comes home to find Kimi has been turned into a baby.)

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“beg”

Hi Anon-Person! :) For “beg”, in all the WIPs (not too many, sorry about that...):

“I’d beg to differ,” Jenson said, looking at the man with renewed interest.

“Please.” He begged again, hoping they’d listen this time.

“Can I, please?” he begged.

More sleep, his whole body begged of him.

He didn’t want to make him nervous by telling him that Nico had begged and pleaded to be allowed to join them, that while he slept, Jenson had amused himself by teasing Nico with short messages about what they had done.

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I was the anon that asked for the praise kink, i didn’t expect an entire fic!!! You spoil us. Anyway, it was absolutely amazing and I loved it so much ❤️❤️❤️

I didn’t expect a whole fic either but it just happened! XD Thank you very much for the prompt, it was great and exactly what I needed - permission to fluff about with my faves for a bit.

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I wrote a thing, yay! :) Is Romain/Marcus rarepair enough? (Rated T)