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Star-crossed Lovers Wangxian (Warriorxian x Courtesanji) Pt 01

When Wei Wuxian had freshly turned fifteen, on the cusp of manhood, yet still a child, he was sent to the Cloud Recesses alongside his shidi to learn from the masters there.

He did not expect the rules to be so strict, nor the food so bland - something he made efforts to complain about in every spare moment.

Most of all, he did not expect Lan Wangji.

Lan Wangji was second nephew to the Lan grandmaster - proficient in the six arts, as befit his station. He was also an icy cold beauty - lovelier than any other Wei Wuxian had thus far seen, but deadly in that loveliness.

Wei Wuxian's heart, whether he knew so or not, was instantly ensnared.

For the first month in Gusu, no matter what Wei Wuxian did, he could not convince Lan Wangji to look his way.

During the second month, however, his frequent flouting of the rules saw him punished, with Lan Wangji the one sent to ensure he learned the error of his ways.

At last, Wei Wuxian had the beautiful Lan er gongzi's attention all to himself. He could laugh loudly, and speak out of turn, and otherwise cause a fuss - and Lan Wangji would have no choice but to send a glare his way, set aside his work, and order Wei Wuxian back into place.

Wei Wuxian did not always obey him, but that only made the game between them all the more fun.

Until, one day, Lan Wangji did not come to observe Wei Wuxian's punishments. Instead, he was watched over by one of the clan's senior disciples - a dour man with a stern expression, and a beard not unlike Lan Qiren's.

Wei Wuxian attempted to ask him where Lan Wangji had gone to - if he was well, or had some other duties to attend - but no matter what, the man only looked at him and told him to get back to work.

In a word, this man thought that whatever had happened to waylay Lan Wangji was none of Wei Wuxian's business.

Wei Wuxian, of course, took much issue with that.

When night fell, and the bells signalling curfew sounded, Wei Wuxian slipped away from the dorm room he shared with his shidi and took to wandering the Cloud Recesses' grounds.

It took longer than he expected to reach the wards surrounding the homes of the inner clan members - the sentries' eyes being particularly sharp that night, with the full moon having risen high above.

It took significantly less time to hunt out Lan Wangji's own home - a small residence that smelled vaguely of sandalwood, even from outside its gates.

Wei Wuxian jumped the wall ringing the courtyard and rushed over to the chamber doors...only to find no one there.

Lan Wangji's home was empty; disturbingly so - even the bed had been stripped bare. And in the air lingered a strange scent, underneath the overpowering sandalwood to which he was accustomed - the faint fragrance of gentians.

A chill ran up Wei Wuxian's spine.

Just what had happened to make Lan Wangji disappear?

Cloaked in the moon-shadow, the empty house reminded Wei Wuxian of the tales sometimes told in teahouses - ones of horror, where a person would disappear, only to never be found again.

Or found far too late.

Feeling himself growing increasingly agitated, Wei Wuxian left the house in a rush, less careful of his path through the darkened Cloud Recesses than he could have been.

He only paused once - upon catching another whiff of that faint, floral scent - and changed his heading to follow it.

The trail was thin, and stretched far into the deep, forbidden parts of Cloud Recesses.

But eventually, the scent grew stronger, the overgrown path Wei Wuxian had been following opening up into a clearing, lit by moonlight.

And in that clearing stood a house. A house surrounded by gentians.

There was the sizzle of something else in the air, too; the lingering aftershocks of a freshly applied ward.

Wei Wuxian scoped the boundaries of it out before approaching with caution. It would be difficult to break, but simple enough to slip through, should one know the correct methods.

Wei Wuxian, of course, did.

Circulating qi through his meridians, he quickened his heart rate, coalescing the whole of his power down into a circuit no larger than the average hare.

And, as he passed through the wards with little ado, that was exactly what he was taken for.

He walked slowly to the cottage's front door, a strange feeling of unease growing in him the longer he was assaulted by the scent of gentians.

The feeling made no sense, and so he pushed on, until he was standing on the stoop - staring, his heart in his throat, at the closed door.

Somehow, he *knew* Lan Wangji was inside.

He raised his fist to knock; thought better of it and moved to a side window - slid open a little to let in the summer night air.

It was only as his feet landed upon the polished wood of the cottage's floor, did he see Lan Wangji.

The boy was curled up in his bed - not in rest, but rather the way one in agony might curl into themselves, seeking to ease the pain. In the glow cast from the window, Wei Wuxian could see the slickness of sweat coating his brow; the discomforted pinch of his lips.

"Lan Zhan?" he murmured, but the only reply he received was a low groan and the thrash of a leg. The movement threw the blanket from Lan Wangji's body, which seemed to make him even more uncomfortable, and so - carefully - Wei Wuxian crept forward to right it.

As he reached the bedside, he almost had to cover his nose. That *smell* - so faint and then so strong - grew overpowering the closer Wei Wuxian came to Lan Wangji.

Almost as if it was coming *from* Lan Wangji, himself.

Wei Wuxian's eyes widened in disbelief, his hands stilling upon the blanket - upon Lan Wangji's hip resting just beneath it.

But...that would mean Lan Wangji was an omega, and omegas...

Omegas were many things, but most importantly at that moment, omegas were not allowed to cultivate in Gusu - nor anywhere else, for that matter.

If they were lucky - born to nobility, or a cultivation clan - they were locked away in highly secured houses and tended to by a select few trustworthy servants until an appropriate marriage could be arranged.

Were they not so lucky... Wei Wuxian hated to think of it. He'd lived on the streets - seen things a child shouldn't.

Without realising it, his fists clenched into the blanket covering Lan Wangji. If he'd been strong enough, he would have seen such men dead whenever their kind crossed his path.

Lan Wangji shuddered in his sleep, once more drawing Wei Wuxian's attention. His face was set in a frown, his fingertips clinging tightly to a stray end of his pillowcase.

It made Wei Wuxian want to take his hand, and so - against every bit of propriety drummed into him since becoming a Jiang cultivator - he did.

It hardly mattered, he thought. He was a beta, after all. It wasn't like he was an alpha with designs on Lan er gongzi's virtue.

The contact, slight as it was, seemed to settle Lan Wangji somewhat, who nuzzled his nose into Wei Wuxian's wrist with a level of shamelessness his conscious self would balk at.

It made something in Wei Wuxian's chest swell; made something...heat.

But mostly, he was still too confused to notice. An omega was born an omega, as an alpha was born an alpha - both marked in ways that made it obvious what they were.

For omegas, they each had a beauty mark, like a drop of heavenly elixir, painting a part of their skin signalling they were heaven blessed.

Lan Wangji had one too, he noticed now, unfolded like the petals of a flower upon his brow, right where his clan ribbon would usually sit.

There was no way it could have been missed.

Just as there was no way the sweet scent of flowers clinging to his skin could ever have gone unnoticed - not without someone painstakingly applying a masking fragrance to each inch of Lan Wangji's body day after day.

Wei Wuxian could hardly believe it, but there was only one conclusion to be reached: the Lans had always known their second heir was an omega - a powerful one at that, good for breeding, judging by the strength of the sandalwood needed to overpower his natural scent.

And for some reason, rather than take advantage of what could have resulted in a profitable alliance for their clan, had decided to hide this knowledge from the world.

Wei Wuxian would almost respect them for it, had he not suspected many of the Lans *also* didn't know their second young master's little secret.

Again, he couldn't help but wonder *why*.

He was distracted momentarily by the fluttering of eyelashes tickling over his wrist, drawing his attention back down to the omega clinging to him so sweetly.

Lan Wangji's eyes slipped open a breath - then, upon realising he had company, widened further.

"Wei Ying?" he mumbled, his expression still fogged with sleep; pupils blown abnormally wide.

It gave the impression he wasn't quite there - was still slumbering deep inside himself, as his body acted of its own accord.

Wei Wuxian smiled down at him gently; patted his hand.

"It's me, Lan Zhan."

Contrary to how he usually acted when confronted with Wei Wuxian's presence, Lan Wangji instantly relaxed, growing limp and lazy in Wei Wuxian's hold.

He nuzzled deeper into the palm of Wei Wuxian's hand, inhaling deeply till his ribs could be seen moving from under the blankets.

"Good."

The words came out slurred, but stirred something in Wei Wuxian's heart nevertheless.

Right there in that moment, he vowed - whatever was going on with Lan Wangji, he would keep him safe. Even if he had to protect him from his own family to do so.

Unfortunately, Wei Wuxian found sadly few opportunities to again sneak away to Lan Wangji's abode. The patrols at night seemed to have increased of late, and there was no question he'd be caught, should he slip away during the day.

To JC's increasing ire, he found himself prowling - pent up with a furious energy that crackled under his skin like the sting of Madam Yu's whip.

"What on earth is going on with you?" his shidi complained.

But Wei Wuxian didn't have an answer, and growling would be impolite, so he kept silent.

There was one blissful night when he again managed to cross the border of the wards keeping Lan Wangji safe. Lan Wangji, as was expected, had already fallen asleep, limp under his pure white covers.

This time, he seemed to not be in any pain, and Wei Wuxian found himself watching him a long while, before dropping the two struggling rabbits held in his arms to the floor and leaving - again, through the window.

He snickered the next day, wondering how Lan Wangji had reacted upon seeing them; wondering if he liked them.

He daydreamed a little of returning one subsequent night - a little earlier than usual - just to ask for himself.

But then suddenly, his time in the Cloud Recesses was over, far earlier than it should have been.

The next night he dared sneak up to Lan Wangji's cottage, he found an unwelcome sight waiting for him.

Standing on the porch stood Lan Xichen, his face placid as ever, but eyes stormy with fury.

"Wei gongzi," he greeted, pointing out towards the garden surrounding the cottage. "I believe we need to speak."

Wei Wuxian followed Lan Xichen on stiff limbs, his muscles bunched as if to flee - or fight.

Which again, made no sense. He had no feud against ZWJ. He just wanted to ensure Lan Wangji was looked after - at least until he was sold into a marriage with one of the other clans' alpha heirs.

But even the idea of Lan Wangji going to another - someone who might not treat him as well as Wei Wuxian would - made him grow restless.

By the time Lan Xichen whirled on him, out in the middle of the garden, he'd managed to work himself into a foul mood.

"Wei gongzi," Lan Xichen said, quietly enough his voice would not carry, but with the authority of an alpha behind it. "What exactly do you think you're in my brother's private home?"

Wei Wuxian couldn't help it. He snarled.

"You mean his *prison*?"

If Lan Xichen was taken aback by his out-of-character actions, he didn't show it. Instead, he drew himself taller, stepping closer to Wei Wuxian as if to loom over him; to intimidate.

"Wangji is safe here," he said, a furrow lining his brow. "Wei gongzi, if that is truly what inspires you to seek my brother out, it is to your merit, but you must not return."

He reached out, his hand grasping around Wei Wuxian's bicep. "And you must tell no one of what you've seen."

His expression was deathly serious, to the point Wei Wuxian would have capitulated to his request regarding any other matter. Anything but Lan Wangji.

Lan Wangji who was...

Talented.

Stunning.

Everything.

*...His.*

"No!" he growled, leaning into Lan Xichen's grip, his teeth bared like a wild animal. "You can't keep him caged like this, just withering away inside until you find some wealthy cad to marry him off to! He deserves better! He-"

"And do you think you deserve him?!"

Lan Xichen's snarl sent a shock through Wei Wuxian, breaking through the fugue that had taken over his mind.

"I-" he whispered, voice hoarse as if he'd been yelling.

Lan Xichen shot him a scathing glare; sighed.

"Wei gongzi," he said, his face smoothing out - calmer now. "I believe I understand your stance."

Wei Wuxian opened his mouth to interrupt - even *he* didn't know his stance. He didn't know what had come over him - but Lan Xichen cut him off.

"You care for Wangji; worry for him. For that, I am grateful. But" - his gaze once again turned razor sharp, like the edge of a blade - "you can no longer see him."

Out of nowhere, Wei Wuxian's heart picked up, his breath speeding. He couldn't be separated from Lan Zhan. Couldn't-

"Breathe, Wei gongzi!" Lan Xichen ordered, and Wei Wuxian growled.

It made Lan Xichen sigh.

"This is why you must be separated," he said, as if explaining something to a small child. "Wei gongzi, do you truly see yourself as capable of controlling yourself around my brother?"

Wei Wuxian glared at him. "I would *never* hurt LZ! I've been coming here for so long, surely you know that!" Here, his voice turned small; pleading. "Please, ZWJ. I know you have the power to keep me away, but I'll do anything. Just let me tend to LZ's needs, I won't ask for anything else. I'll never tell his secret to anyone. Just don't send me away."

Silence greeted his words. Oddly, Wei Wuxian found tears stinging the corners of his eyes. "He needs someone. I- You could trade with the Jiangs for me. They won't mind losing a disciple, if the price is right. I'm only a beta so it won't cost you mu-"

"Wei gongzi, you are presenting."

Wei Wuxian's head whipped up, his eyes wide as he looked at Lan Xichen as if he'd grown a second head. "Wha- Zewu-jun, that's impossible. I assure you, I'm a beta!"

Lan Xichen bowed his head in acknowledgement - of Wei Wuxian's words, if not their meaning.

"It has become clear to me you are not," he said calmly, like he wasn't spouting the most insane tripe Wei Wuxian had ever heard. "I had wondered why Wangji went into heat, after all this time-"

He cut himself off, lips pressed together until they turned white. "So much effort was spent to save him from this...this fate." Here, he looks Wei Wuxian in the eyes, probing. "Regardless, I believe I've come to understand the issue."

And then, without so much as a pause, he dealt a blow Wei Wuxian would not recover from until many years later, when he once again found himself facing down the prison housing Lan Wangji.

"You have triggered my brother's dormant tendencies, Wei gongzi, and he has triggered yours in kind. This is why you may not see him again; not unless you wish to see him consigned to the fate faced by other omegas."

His words were stern, with a frank finality to them.

The next day, Wei Wuxian was shipped off back to Yunmeng with the explanation he'd caused a fight amongst the other clans' heirs. As he stood in the boat ferrying him back home, Lan Xichen's words rang inside his head.

He didn't know how the man could be so certain - about him being an alpha; about Lan Wangji's presentation consigning him to a life caged, kept for some strange alpha's pleasure. The very idea of it made him sick; made his skin itch and canines ache in his mouth.

By the time he reached Lotus Pier, he was in too much of an aggravated state to even care about the whip falling upon the flesh of his back.

That night, he experienced his first rut.

When he came to, days later, it was to a room destroyed and immortal binding cable wrapping every inch of his body.

According to his shixiong, it had taken eleven men to keep him down, and another two to bind him.

According to the physician - called at Jiang Fengmian's order, much to Madam Yu's fury - the years on the streets had taken their toll.

"Sometimes a mark will lighten in times of great famine or struggle," the man explained, pressing his fingertips to Wei Wuxian's wrist, then his throat.

"There are many theories as to why this might happen. I personally believe it to be a defence mechanism - as we know, alphas require more nourishment than betas to retain the same amount of function."

Wei Wuxian in fact did not know that.

"But the potential to present remains, and as we can see here" - he clapped his hands together and faced the Jiangs - "we have a perfectly healthy alpha, if a bit thin."

Madam Yu sneered. "And what is he good for then?"

"My lady..." Jiang Fengmian chided softly.

She turned on him, then. "The little bastard was bad enough as a beta, strutting around like he owns the place. Now you expect me to deal with him marking his territory like a *mutt*?!"

She glared at Wei Wuxian like he was less than nothing; less than dirt. "He cannot be around Yanli! I will not abide by it!"

Jiang Fengmian argued in his favour, but in the end, it mattered little.

Three months later, Lotus Pier was attacked, leaving half their forces devastated. A month after that, war broke out across the Jianghu. Wei Wuxian, as an able-bodied alpha, found himself conscripted as a soldier in the resistance, fighting to free the land from the influence of the power-hungry Wen Ruohan.

By the time he heard of the burning of the Cloud Recesses, it was already too late. The attack was long over, and Lan Wangji - sweet, precious, Lan Wangji; the reason Wei Wuxian's heart still pumped in his chest despite the terror and uncertainty of each passing day - had disappeared.

Some said he'd been taken captive. Some said he'd been made an example of, and hung from the walls of Wen Ruohan's palace.

Each rumour was more ghastly than the last; each managing to slice under Wei Wuxian's skin like a thousand tiny knives, calling him to leave and seek out the truth for himself.

But a deserter was as good as dead, with the iron subjugation collars that had been affixed to those conscripted, ensuring they never strayed too far from their commanding officer, lest they wished their head to fall from their neck.

And so it was years passed until that collar was removed, and Wei Wuxian found himself free once more.

The Jiangs expected him to retake his position at Lotus Pier, but Wei Wuxian felt listless; lifeless.

He returned his sword to them, and left their service, a deep scar around his neck the only reminder of his servitude - of the nights when he could take uncertainty no longer, and attempted escape despite knowing the pain to come.

He travelled for a time - through Gusu, newly rebuilt and beautiful, but devoid of what he sought; through Lanling, with its gold spires and abundance of pleasure houses; through the hills of Qinghe and the ruins of Qishan - and still, there was nothing to bind him to this world.

There was also nothing to send him from it, however many ghosts he came across, or vicious yao he fought.

And so, Wei Wuxian continued to wander until one day, in the middle of spring, he came upon a bustling city in a region far outside the jianghu's control.

The people there were bright and loud, and heckled him in a way he'd long since forgotten how to deal with.

In an effort to escape the ruckus, he headed for the first inn he could find, and took a table inside. The inn was gaudy, and smelled of something so familiar yet wrong - like perfume gone stale - but it was better than facing the masses outside, and so he decided to take his chances with the service.

It was only as a scantily clad maid came to attend him, did he realise he'd stumbled into a pleasure house.

"A courtesan's house, gongzi," the woman giggled shyly. "Not to say some of us won't bed you" - her hand slithered up his forearm, sending shivers across his skin - "but mostly we're taught in entertainment and conversation - skills a gentleman might appreciate."

From the predatory look in her eyes, he could gather what said 'entertainment' consisted of, and could hardly tell the difference between this establishment and a whorehouse.

But the woman - who indeed was well-versed in conversation - continued to explain. She, for example preferred to dance. One of her sisters in the house was a fine flute player, and yet another proficient in weiqi.

"Some men come here to listen to poetry," she giggled, as if finding it funny. "Though personally, I like the ones who come for the music the most. When they sing along, it's so delightful!"

Wei Wuxian could almost believe her, if not for the fact she'd admitted she *did* bed patrons at the house madam's order, much as the other women did.

Either not noticing his discomfort, or pretending not to see it, she leaned in close to whisper. "There's a real treat tonight gongzi, if you're interested. One of our most stubborn flowers has finally bloomed."

Wei Wuxian felt his brow crease. "Flowers, jiejie?"

"Oh yes!" she said. "He's a male omega. Been here for a long while, but as he hasn't gone into heat..." She sighed. "The madam likes to ensure the first night is a heat night. And he's a good enough zither player, so she didn't mind holding off for him to bloom."

She spread her hands like the petals of a flower, her mouth curved up into an impish grin. But Wei Wuxian could barely make out her face, his heart hammering with hope and terror.

Hope it could be Lan Wangji.

Terror it would not be. Terror of the injustices Lan Wangji must have suffered if it was.

*And the scent pervading the halls... It was so familiar.*

His eyes widened as he realised the scent was gentians - fetid, decaying gentians.

Downing his cup in one swig, he turned to the maid at his side. "Show me to him."

The maid backed up a little, a contrite expression taking over her face. "Oh, no, gongzi. I'm afraid he's still being made ready to be auctioned. No one will see him till tonight."

Wei Wuxian snarled, tossing a single golden tael from his money pouch on the table top.

"Show me to him," he snarled. "Or I will find him for myself."

Shaking, the maid snatched up the coin and led him up a set of stairs hidden behind a hanging curtain.

At the top of the stairs, she paused, looking back. Another snarl from Wei Wuxian sent her scurrying down the hallway to an ornate door painted with lilies.

Wei Wuxian stared at it, remembering how the Lan Wangji in his memories smelled of fresh gentians; how he seemed to like the flowers, too. If it was Lan Wangji inside this room Wei Wuxian swore he would have all the gentians he wanted; would never have to endure the sight another lily ever again.

He was broken from his thoughts by the maid rapping on the door; the door opening.

At first, he couldn't see anything but the backs of three women, working together to press a third, slender figure into an outfit that seemed altogether too impractical to exist.

And then that familiar scent - the one that haunted his dreams, along with the hall downstairs, hit him in full; rancid and over-sweet, but so obviously Lan Wangji's - and Wei Wuxian was tearing through the group, heedless of their startled cries.

With trembling hands, he took hold of the slender figure's shoulders, turning them around to face him ever so gently.

What met him was a set of familiar golden-brown eyes, wide with shock; a pert nose; full, petal soft lips set above a slender chin.

*It was-*

"Lan Zhan..." he whispered, feeling his eyes burn in a way they hadn't for years now.

*It was truly him. The one he'd been looking for.*

"Wei Ying," Lan Wangji breathed, his voice low and soft - seeming equally moved by Wei Wuxian's presence.

"What is going on here?!"

In the doorway, there stood a stout woman - older than the others Wei Wuxian had seen thus far, but so clearly belonging to this place, by dress and demeanor alone.

"Who is this?" she pointed at Wei Wuxian, her bangles clanging against one another. "Who let him in here? Get him out before someone sees! He could ruin A-Ji's price!"

Wei Wuxian only held on tighter, letting his arm snake around Lan Wangji's waist as he threw the rest of his coin purse - heavy with his winnings from the war - towards the woman.

The maid who'd led him upstairs gasped. "All that for a first night?! Gongzi, you're rich!"

"For his contract," Wei Wuxian said, not taking his eyes off the older woman - she seemed to be the one in charge. "I'm buying him from this place."

The woman crossed her arms, eyeing him shrewdly. "And why should I let him go?" she asked, picking up the coin purse and weighing it in her hand. "This is a lot of money, gongzi, but A-Ji's young yet. He can make a lot with that body of his."

Wei Wuxian unsheathed his sword, pushing Lan Wangji behind him.

"If you don't sell his contract to me, I will run you through," he said, his voice low but carrying. "Will your riches follow you to the afterlife?"

Face paling, the woman pocketed the purse and bowed her head. "Of course, gongzi is most welcome to purchase whomever he likes from this house."

With a pointed glance at one of the other women, she led Wei Wuxian - his arm still around Lan Wangji - to her office, and brought out Lan Wangji's contract.

"All yours," she said, pushing it across the table for Wei Wuxian to inspect.

Seeing it was a true contract, he nodded to her. "My thanks, madam."

The woman smiled a false smile. "The pleasure is mine."

"Wei Ying..." Lan Wangji tugged on Wei Wuxian's sleeve urgently, trying to get his attention without alerting the madam.

"I know," he whispered back, just loud enough for a cultivator to hear.

That was enough for Lan Wangji to relax against him.

Wei Wuxian made a big deal of folding the contract and placing it inside his qiankun pouch. As he was about to retie the bag's strings, a loud commotion broke out downstairs, and soon the sound of feet thudding up the stairwell followed.

Across the table, the madam looked smug, like she thought she'd caught Wei Wuxian in her net.

But when Wei Wuxian only shot her a grin, her own expression faltered.

"Thanking madam for the hospitality," he said with a sharp salute, "But we really must be going."

And with that, he drew Lan Wangji into his arms and threw them both out the window - drawing his sword midair.

There was a shriek from the windowsill behind them; an exclamation of shock from someone who'd never met with a cultivator before.

All Wei Wuxian could do was laugh, bringing Lan Wangji closer to his chest.

The knot that had tied itself in his heart back in Gusu when he was fifteen seemed to loosen a little, as the scent of gentians hit him - growing sharper and sweeter the further they flew away from that wretched place with its wretched owner.

He'd found him - *his Lan Zhan* - at long last, and now there was nothing that could come between them, nor prevent Wei Wuxian from caring for what was *his*.

Around them, the day was glorious - the sun shone bright; the air blowing crisp in their lungs.

Wei Wuxian glanced down at the omega in his arms - so light, and yet so precious.

*This was it,* he thought, joy bounding in his chest. *This was what he'd spent so long looking for.*

I started posting this on bsky, but this is a slightly cleaned up/edited version of the first act for archiving purposes. I'm planning on expanding parts of it, but probably only when the fic's actually finished 😁 There are likely still some errors left over from autocorrect. (The eternal struggle of having hands that are too small to reach across your phone's keyboard properly 🥲)

If you're interested in reading on from this point, the link to the next part is here, but I will eventually be cleaning up and re-posting that as well.

#wangxian #wangxian fic #omegaverse #courtesan lan wangji #warrior wei wuxian #lan wangji #wei wuxian #cross posted from bluesky

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puppiemk · 3 months ago

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the strongest connection draft binghe had was probably with sqq, and for about a month i've thought of him hallucinating sqq, talking to the man who does not speak back. he still hates the man, but hate has drained out over so many years of living alone, with no other strong relationships

it's just him, xin mo, and the chances that the last relationship that he had, that was so strong to give him a goal, even if that goal was revenge, was with sqq

how lonely and suffocating it must be to walk through empty halls, even with servants. to have your goal met, and then be left unsatisfied with the life you built up because there's nothing in it that brings you peace of mind, or happiness

(perfect excuse to also just give xin mo a form, but it does nothing to help the man bc that thing just feeds and feeds and feeds maybe it'll feed until binghe has nothing left to give, no will left to go on. finally fading for good and no one will be aware but a sword and a hallucination)

#puppiemk #svsss #luo binghe #the scum villain's self saving system #original outline luo binghe #my pookie i dont stop thinking about #cross posting from bluesky #shen jiu #shen qingqiu #original shen qingqiu #mxtx #puppie writes

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superbellsubways · 2 months ago

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flavio is short and fat and that makes him handsome.i know this because i am very wise

#cross posting from bluesky because everyone has to know #(its almost 2 am nobody is gonna see anyways #i am in flavio mode right now #hes saurrr cutes 😭😭😭#im one of the only people that draws him this way 💔 sadge #no hate towards other interpretations!#i just wish there was a bit more chubby/fat designs when it comes to mario gijinkas #wgat ever anyways Flavooooo

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sakuranightmarez · 8 days ago

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I desperately need this FF7 shirt from @theyetee.com #AGDQ2025 collection! A portion of the proceeds goes to the Prevent Cancer Foundation so it's kickass AND for a good cause

Gamesdonequick.com has more info and FFVII Rebirth will have a speedrun Friday about 5:30am EST.

#cross posted from my bluesky #ffvii #ff7 rebirth #ff7 #agdq #agdq2025 #final fantasy

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wayfaring-swords · 2 months ago

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It was fixed a few days ago, but there was a bug with Charlie’s (Charlemagne’s) voice lines. Some of them played the incorrect lines, for a few he didn’t say anything at all, but for others he had… new lines I hadn’t heard of?

I know I tapped out of some lines pretty quickly, but you could hear them too, right? 「人類のために」 for example (if I’m not mistaken by what he said).

Unless these were already introduced on the JP side, could they be unused voice lines…?

#cross posted from Bluesky #I need more Charlie fans to hear my thoughts!!#fate series #fate grand order #fgo #fate charlemagne #fgo charlemagne #baby boy oreo

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leafiatheneko · 3 months ago

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I wholeheartedly fw the thought of him having freckles. Reno with freckles is canon in my heart

Also, I know it’s canon he dyes his hair but what if he just dyes it lighter and his hair is just naturally a reddish-brown

#headcanon #ff7 #red head #reno sinclair #final fantasy reno #I cross posted this from bluesky lol

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descole · 21 hours ago

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#animal crossing #Im just posting all the old things from twitter/bluesky sorry #its like 5 years of garbage i need to take out

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unionjackpillow · 8 days ago

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#if it makes me laugh it gets reblogged #or in this case cross posted from bluesky

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honey-tongued-devil · 1 month ago

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[Arcane preference]reacting to their s/o calling them husband/wife for the first time

I’ve finished the first chapter of the long fic about Universe 7 (Anytime it rains). As soon as my second beta reader gives me the okay, I’ll post it. While I wait, I’ve written the first headcanon (out of three I’m definitely planning to write and post in the next few days) and picked up the drawing of Steb I’d left unfinished. I’m slow, as usual, but English isn’t my first language, and I’m juggling a lot of things at once. Enjoy!

Jayce:

-This man is planning to put a ring on your finger as soon as possible, okay? -Between the academy, public appearances, and both theoretical and practical studies, there isn’t a single moment when he’s really in the right mindset to bring up the topic -The worst part is that, deep down, he’s terrified of putting pressure on you -That’s why, the first time he hears you refer to him as “my husband” during a gala with noble families, he almost chokes -He has to gather all his strength not to grab the interlocutor by the shoulders and ask if they also heard you say that word -He’ll try to keep his composure, maybe responding to your remark with, “Yes, exactly. Her husband really did say/do/design that.”

Viktor:

-It’s not a thought he’s ever really entertained; it never crossed his mind -Part of it is that science is his priority, and part of it is that marriage doesn’t seem like something meant for people like him, -The first time you call him “your husband”, that thought suddenly becomes real in his head, and he can’t help but lean against a wall and wait for the other person to leave -“So, I’m your husband now, huh? Mmm… I don’t mind, a bit pretentious, though…” he jokes, making you roll your eyes -Now, more than ever, he has no idea what to do. He’ll give you a bronze ring from a machine he’s building -“Until I can get one worthy of you.”

Ekko:

-Yes -That’s it -The end -Okay, seriously. The idea of being certain that something will last forever is probably his greatest wish -The first time you call him your husband, he doesn’t see it coming -“Wait, you’re married?” -“I was talking about you, Ekko.” -The moment you say it, he points to his chest, you see his lip tremble slightly, and his eyes grow shinier -He won’t stop talking about it for a week, and at least once a day, he’ll ask if you still want to marry him, if you’re sure, if you love him -No rings before S2; the promise is made by drawing something for each other on your masks and clothes -After S2, he still can’t afford a ring, but now that life is more stable, he can start thinking about a more traditional gift, like a piece of jewelry

Vander:

-This man is ravenous for any family role you might offer him—fiancé, father, husband. Anything goes -The first time you call him “husband”, he plays it cool but will seize the first opportunity to return the favor by telling a customer you’re married -As soon as he can, he’ll squeeze your hand, even under the counter -The idea of being married and having a complete family is everything he’s ever wanted -He won’t stop calling you “my beautiful wife/husband” from that moment on.

-You said it first; you can’t take it back. Now you have to get married

Silco (old man):

-This man’s only sin is loving too much, but I’ll save that reflection for another post -Having no ties other than his illegitimate daughter doesn’t make him someone who’s particularly keen on formalities -The first time you call him “your husband” is in front of Sevika, and he slowly turns to look at you, while she slowly turns to look at him -“Did I... miss something?” Sevika asks, but he doesn’t reply, still perplexed, before glancing at her and saying, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” -He’s relieved but doesn’t show it. He can’t afford to just yet -As soon as he confirms you were serious, your name will be flamboyantly forgotten—he’ll constantly refer to you as “my wife/husband”

Silco (young):

-The man who survives on love -The first time you call him your husband is in front of Vander, and while Vander bursts out laughing, Silco chokes on his drink -“Are you serious?” He’s so happy that his pale iris are completely swallowed by his dilated pupils -He grabs a pen and draws a ring around your finger -To his credit, he works in a mine, so it’s hard to do better than that, but it becomes the goal that keeps him going -Completely focused on family, the future, and anything that sees the two of you together and happy

Steb:

-The first time you call him your husband is at a dinner among enforcer families, and being mute doesn’t stop him from stealing the spotlight -He whips around, blinking slowly with only his third eyelid in a gesture of confusion -When he’s 100% sure he understood what you said, his eyes widen, the small membranes under his eyes flutter madly, and even the barely visible gills near his jaw gasp for a moment -Someone says, “I didn’t know you were married,” and he immediately nods enthusiastically, not giving you time to take it back -Within 48 hours, he’ll have the ring ready

Jinx:

-The first time you call her “your wife”, she freezes -“What did you just call me?” -She’s used to being a little sister, a big sister, a daughter—she’d never thought she could be a wife. Family ties aren’t chosen, but the idea that someone would want her in their life so much they’d marry her feels incredible -“You want to marry me? Really? Why?” -She bursts into tears, and it’ll take at least 24 hours of cuddling in bed to calm her down -After that, she’ll run to her father to announce that she’s now a married woman

Vi:

-She might not be Silco and/or Vander’s blood daughter, but she’s inherited their deep desire for family -From her family’s tragic fate to Vander’s, she’s always seen family as the ultimate aspiration -When you call her “your wife” for the first time, she doesn’t notice right away, but a full minute later, she whirls around to look at you, as if to ask for confirmation -“Say it again.” -“...You need to buy bread?” -“No, all of it.” -“My wife needs to go buy bread.” -“Again.”

-"My... wife?"

-"Again"

Caitlyn:

-Has she thought about it? Yes -Was she planning to act on it? Not exactly -Caitlyn struggles with emotions and feelings, which is why she hesitates and takes her time -But when you first call her “your wife”, her brain completely shuts off—she just stares at you, unable to hear a single word being said -If you or someone else asks her a question, she’ll snap out of it and respond, -“My wife/husband said everything.” Even if it makes no sense as an answer, making you laugh and leaving the other person baffled

Mel:

-Not a single flicker of surprise—the first time you call her “your wife”, she remains completely composed -“So, I’m your wife?” she asks as soon as you’re in private, approaching you like a feline. You can almost hear the purr in her voice -She’s amused but also intrigued by whatever game you’re playing -The idea of marriage is complicated for her—on one hand, it feels like it would limit her freedom to act, while on the other, unresolved family issues seem to devour her at the mere thought of starting a new cycle -She’ll tell you to go ahead, to get married, but she’ll also ask for time -In the meantime, though, she’ll start using the term “husband/wife” with you—she likes the way it rolls off her tongue

Sevika:

-Between the work she does, the environment she lives in, and all the interesting circumstances of her life, marriage has never been on her radar -Not to mention that in Zaun, it’s not exactly a common practice—people just move in together and build families when they can, without much fuss over formalities or bureaucracy -The first time it happens, she’s playing cards with the other goons, and you casually ask if “your wife is winning” -Her first reaction isn’t even hers—it’s the others’. Dustin, the blond goon with the lazy eye, almost starts crying, embarrassing her -Don’t worry, she’ll make you pay for it at home -She won’t ask to formalize anything, but in true Zaunite fashion, she’ll consider you married, plain and simple

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madness-of-void · 19 days ago

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Happy Holidays everyone! Hope it's a good one!

And for anyone who has a hard time during the holidays...I hope then this day was at least a little more kind.

#void talks #nic talks #cross posting from bluesky #happy and merry crisis to all

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talboyslime · 1 year ago

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Call me Elektra the way these bitches are my sons

#cross posting from bluesky because i think this is funny as fuck

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cryptide-travis · 1 year ago

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I really need to learn more java script but learning java script feels like you're in toxic yuri with whoever is authoring that text if you know you know

#cross posting this from my bluesky #because i feel like tumblr would like this #javascript #java script

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checkeredflagggs · 24 days ago

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The Story of Us: Chapter 1

pairing: logan sargeant x famous!fem!singer

summary: logan and you have been keeping a secret from everyone but it might be time for it to come out

a/n: while I do my best on most of my works to be race neutral, this one is very very very self indulgent 🤷🏻‍♀️

a/n2: this is part 1 of 4/5, which will be released when they’re finished and I’m using pretty much everything from Taylor Swift

a/n3: I still don’t understand instagram so - no one but those that follow you can see a private accounts comments (even on a public post). Also I still hate twitter so I’ve replaced it with Bluesky

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y/n_fanpage: y/n_nation has been busy this past week with hints of what’s to come. Obviously midnight has something to do with her announcement! Thoughts?

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user1: NO. SHUT UP!!!

↳user2: NEW STUFF??? NEW MATERIAL??

↳user1: MOTHER IS BACKKK!!!

↳user2: I forgot that it’s y/n_nation that posts the announcements now 😭😭 I feel like I’ve missed so much stuff

↳user1: girl you better go back and check it out

charles_leclerc: cannot wait! Will definitely be on repeat in the garage

↳carlossainz55: yes!!

↳scuderiaferrari: already making room for it in the playlist!

↳user3: ok but this just makes sense to me!!

↳user4: right? Of course Carlos and Charles are y/n fans!

user5: another banger album on the way!

↳user6: album of the year!!

user7: 🤞🤞 fingers crossed it’s a love album

↳user8: oh my god same?

↳user7: like I love her other stuff so much but her love albums??? Next. Level.

↳user8: right?? Oh imagine being loved by someone who writes literal love songs for you

↳user7: not just love songs tho…Thee love songs!

alex_albon: new race day anthem loading!

↳logansargeant: 😂

↳alex_albon: I can’t be teammates with you if you’re not a y/n fan

↳logansargeant: biggest fan there is

↳alex_albon: well that’s not possible

↳lilymhe: no one is taking that title from us!

↳logansargeant: if you say so…

↳oscarpiastri: 🤣🤣

user9: tour tour tour tour!

↳user10: she’s hasn’t even released the album yet? Like Jesus…

y/n

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y/n: this is a no judgement zone, right? Right? Meet the newest members of the family — Snowball and Snowflake, Marshmallow, and Croissant!

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user11: I’m in love?

↳user12: you’re in love? I’m in love!!!

↳user13: they’re so cute!

maxverstappen1: You’re a cat mom too?

↳user14: still not over the thought that vroom vroom guys are in mothers comment section

logansargeant: good looking pups there!

charles_leclerc: it must be the season for new pets!

↳user15: ok but this seems desperate?

↳user16: oh I’m glad I’m not the only one to sense this

↳charles_leclerc: non! It is called shooting your shot!

↳user15: reads like desperation tbh

↳maxverstappen1: ha

↳charles_leclerc: I don’t think I like you anymore

↳user15: I’m not sure who you’re talking too or who should be more offended

↳charles_leclerc: yes

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y/n: We lie awake in love and in fear, in turmoil and in tears. We stare at walls and drink until they speak back. We twist in our self-made cages and pray that we aren’t — right this minute — about to make some fateful life-altering mistake.

This is a collection of music written in the middle of the night, a journey through terrors and sweet dreams. The floors we pace and the demons we face. For all of us who have tossed and turned and decided to keep the lanterns lit and go searching — hoping that just maybe, when the clocks strike twelve…we’ll meet ourselves.

Midnights, the story of 13 sleepless nights scattered throughout my life, is yours now. Meet me at midnight

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user16: what??? Like what??

user17: did she seriously just drop a surprise album on us?????

↳user18: miss ma’am mother i know that the album is called midnight but that does NOt mean you have to drop it at midnight! I have classes tomorrow!

maxverstappen1: vigilante shit is on repeat!

↳redbullracing: we can confirm this ✅

↳charles_leclerc: bejeweled is where it’s at actually

↳scuderiaferrari: excuse us while we grab our rhinestones

↳maxverstappen1: it’s ok to admit you’re wrong.

↳charles_leclerc: I’m glad you’re being truthful!

↳maxverstappen1: 😑😑😑

user19: ok but mastermind??? What kind of groundwork are you laying girl??

↳user20: right??? She’s been writing love songs for years and there’s still nothing about who they’re for

↳user21: for real!!! She’s come out about a lot of her songs — illicit affair about yourbff and back to December being about yoursister — but she’s Never! Said anything about who the love songs are about!

↳user19: I’m convinced she’s in a long term relationship and they’re all about her partner!

↳user20: user53 your help is needed rn!

↳user53: oh god not again

↳user19: when im right im gonna laugh in your face

↳user53: uh huh sure you will

alex_albon: do we have to pick a favorite?? Can’t we just play it on repeat in it’s entirety?

↳lilymhe: we absolutely will be doing that

↳logansargeant: really? The entirety??

↳alex_albon: for someone who tried to say you were her biggest fan, this is disappointing behavior

↳lilymhe: it really is

↳logansargeant: 🤷🏼‍♂️🤷🏼‍♂️

↳logansargeant: 🤣

oscarpiastri: my sisters have been screaming at me since it dropped

↳logansargeant: oops. Sorry about that man — know how that feels

↳hattiepiastri: we! need! a! signed! copy!

↳oscarpiastri: I thought you were just into kpop?

↳hattiepiastri: mom! nicolepiastri Oscar is being mean!

↳oscarpiastri: low blow.

↳hattiepiastri: 🤨🥺

↳oscarpiastri: …I’ll see what I can do

↳user19: 🧐🧐🧐

landonorris: I don’t know which one to choose as a favorite…

↳oscarpiastri: oh no

↳landonorris: which means all of them are!

↳oscarpiastri: does this mean…

↳carlossainz55: he will be singing the entire album at the top of his lungs, yes

↳danielricciardo: it won’t be good singing but it will be consistent

↳oscarpiastri: no

↳carlossainz55: yes

↳danielricciardo: yup

↳landonorris: go away muppets! Leave me and y/n and her album alone

↳oscarpiastri: 🤣🤣

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logansargeant: always a great feeling being back home — even better with new friends

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user22: new puppy??? Winter break did Logan good this year!

alex_albon: you didn’t tell me you got a new dog!

↳logansargeant: haha it’s technically not mine but sorry!

↳alex_albon: you got a new dog and didn’t tell me!! Me!!

↳logansargeant: 😂😂

↳lilymhe: he’s pacing right now, he’s in distress

↳logansargeant: sorry not sorry

↳logansargeant: would a visit with him help?

↳alex_albon: it is literally the least you could do

↳logansargeant: 😂 he’ll be at Miami

↳alex_albon: good!

user23: ummm?? Could I take the place of the puppy???

user24: I’m?? Jealous? Of a dog…

↳user25: big mood

↳used24: this is not where I predicted my life would be 10 years ago…

↳user25: no one ever does.

user19: am I gonna be attacked if I say something?

↳user53: potentially

↳user19: do you just have me on notifications??

↳user26: we alert them every time we see you post

↳user26: you scare us

↳user19: just because I’m always right doesn’t mean I’m scary

↳user53: ok let’s take it to dms.

↳user19: buckle up then buddy cause I’ve got it all printed out

↳user26: user53 is a real one 🫡 taking it for team

↳user19: 😡😡😡

↳user53: user19 come on. Explain your newest conspiracy

not_y/n: what a cutie! And he looks so well behaved

↳not_logan: why thank you!

↳not_oscar: gross guys. Keep it to yourselves please and thank you

↳not_y/n: why?? Want me to call you a good boy too??

↳not_logan: absolutely not!

↳not_oscar: eww 🤢 you’re solidly in the sister category and this is not game of thrones

↳not_y/n: 😜

↳not_y/n: speaking of — hotd season 1 binge before Miami?

↳not_logan: yes!

↳not_oscar: yes! — L

↳not_oscar: i guess that it’s a yes from us

y/n

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y/n:

What keeps you up at night?

It’s a momentary glimmer of distraction. The tiniest notion of reminiscent thought that wanders off into wondering, the spark that lights a tinderbox of fixation. And now it is irreversible. The flame has caught. You’re wide awake.

3am is different from midnight — the sky is ever darker and the thoughts even more haunting. Things that would keep you up at one don’t at the other.

Midnights: the 3am edition is yours now

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user27: why? Would? You? Do? This? To? Me?? I just barely got over midnights?? And now I have to listen to 3am??

oscarpiastri: again? Didn’t we just go through this 2 weeks ago?

↳landonorris: WOOOO!

↳oscarpiastri: oh no 😥

↳logansargeant: you could show some enthusiasm? You’ve definitely said she’s one of your favorite artists before

↳oscarpiastri: she is. Lando’s version of her? Not so much

↳landonorris: so rude!

↳carlossainz55: I think it might be a self defense mechanism

↳danielricciardo: gotta save those eardrums somehow

↳landonorris: 😡😡

danielricciardo: Paris baby!

↳user28: I knew you were a man of taste!

↳yukitsunoda0511: he’s really not. The Great War is superior

↳danielricciardo: you wish

user29: ok but would’ve, could’ve, should’ve??

↳lilymhe: karma is still the superior song

↳alex_albon: bigger than the whole sky? Did you miss that song?

↳lilymhe: we’re breaking up. I can’t be with someone who’s top song isn’t karma

↳user29: sorry but you’re both wrong 🤷🏼‍♂️

user19: Paris???? Are you kidding me!??!? And The Great War?!??

↳user53: I’m gonna need you to take a deep breath

↳user19: I told you!

↳user53: yes you did. And, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, I’m starting to believe you

↳user30: who are you and what happened to user53?

↳user53: I don’t know man. I don’t know

↳user53: however user19 might be on to something here…

↳user19: MIGHT?!?

↳user19: just you wait!

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y/n_nation: pack your backs and get your tickets! Coming to a city near you, the Eras Tour is a journey through y/n’s decade long music career!

Starting in Miami, Opening Night is Monday, May 6…more

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user30: YES!!!

↳user31: omg omg omg omg!!!!

danielricciardo: already planning on it!

↳maxverstappen1: so lucky that opening day is immediately after the Miami GP!

↳danielricciardo: exactly! It’ll be nice to spend a few extra days in Florida!

↳user19: yes so lucky…

oscarpiastri: on the one hand I think my sisters would kill me if we didn’t go for opening night…on the other hand I don’t know if I can do a live show with Lando…

↳logansargeant: maybe you’ll get lucky and have separate seating?

↳oscarpiastri: one could only hope…

↳landonorris: you frickin muppets

↳hattiepiastri: seriously???

↳oscarpiastri: will work on it

↳hattiepiastri: yes!!

alex_albon: suddenly i feel like the garages will have a lot of extra guests…

↳lilymhe: what do you mean? I always planned on going to Miami!

↳alex_albon: does always mean 20 minutes?

↳carmenmmundt: it does actually!

↳georgerussell63: since when?

↳francisca.cgomes: for about the last 20 minutes!

↳pierregasly: hint received

↳francisca.cgomes: 🤭

user32: ok i need to be at opening night now…

↳user33: right? The chance to see all these drivers in person?

↳user32: AND to see y/n perform live?!? Dream come true

charles_leclerc: I am ready to fight the Ticketmaster

↳alexandrasaintmleux: yay!

↳user34: oh to have Charles leclerc fight Ticketmaster for you…

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logansargeant: last minute dates before the season starts

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user35: who? What? Where? When?

↳user36: A GIRLFRIEND?!??!!? SINCE WHEN????

alex_albon: first you get a dog and don’t tell me and now you have a whole ass GIRLFRIEND AND DIDNT TELL ME???? Where is the team loyalty?

↳logansargeant: …we’ve been together longer then I’ve been your teammate?

↳user37: what?? HOW LONG?

↳alex_albon: exactly! HOW LONG???

↳logansargeant: just over 10 years now

↳alex_albon: you were a baby?

↳logansargeant: I was nearly 14?

↳alex_albon: a baby!!

oscarpiastri: tell her to answer her texts

↳logansargeant: she said she’s on a strict no phone policy

↳oscarpiastri: I can see her on her phone right now

↳logansargeant: “oh it’s exclusively against Australians who mocked my cooking attempts”

↳oscarpiastri: 😑😑😑

↳oscarpiastri: whatever she made IT WAS NOT BANANA BREAD

↳logansargeant: “but you didn’t have to laugh at me!”

↳alex_albon: the Australian knows???

↳oscarpiastri: there are levels here albon. Gotta get on my level — childhood best friends

jensonbutton: you’ve never mentioned you had a girl, kid

↳logansargeant: ok but to be fair you’ve never asked?

↳jensonbutton: and you’ve never introduced us?

↳logansargeant: she supports from a distance — she also travels a lot for work

↳jensonbutton: kid…

↳alex_albon: DOES ANYONE BUT THE AUSTRALIAN KNOW??

↳oscarpiastri: my family knows

↳alex_albon: Logan…

↳logansargeant:😂

user38: that Florida sun does something amazing for Logan!

↳user39: is it the sun or is it the girl??

↳logansargeant: it’s not the girl

↳logansargeant: it’s my girl

↳user39: I am literally swooning right now good lord

user19: user53! I told you

↳user53: …yeah ok

↳user40: user19 I need the timeline I need the proof I need the receipts

↳user19: I’ve got you!

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f1: it’s time to be fearless! Miss Americana will be performing the National Anthem at the Miami GP the day before the start of her Eras tour!

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user41: oh my god!!! I get to see her twice???

↳user42: seriously??? I’m so jealous

↳user41: I don’t know which gods blessed me but I managed to get tickets to both!!

↳user42: you know I heard it’s good to sleep with your windows open…

maxverstappen1: y/n the Redbull Garage would gladly welcome you!

↳redbullracing: absolutely! You Belong With Us!

↳user43: …is the redbull admin playing wingman for max?

↳redbullracing: the grind never stops

↳maxverstappen1: thanks admin

↳user43: gotta respect that I guess

landonorris: I think papaya is more your color y/n!

↳user44: I think she might prefer a winner actually

↳user44: you know to match her 3 album of the year’s

↳landonorris: ok i let stand the bullying from my friends and teammates

↳landonorris: but im not gonna stand for it from you

williamsracing: i think we could have The Best Day with you and your fellow American y/n!

↳logansargeant: hey what?

↳alex_albon: that’s it? Gonna need more enthusiasm from the guy who “claims” he’s the biggest fan

↳lilymhe: yeah! Show off your American spirit

↳logansargeant: caw caw 🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅

↳y/n: stunning show

↳lilymhe: 🤯🤯

user49: did…did she just…

↳user50: respond to Logan Sargeant? Yeah

↳user49: ohmygod

scuderiaferrari: I do believe Red is your color y/n

↳charles_leclerc: we look best in Red here!

↳carlossainz55: and we have ice cream!

↳charles_leclerc: yes! Custom ice cream just for you

↳alexandrasaintmleux: and we’ll even have a puppy if you’d like a puppy play date!

↳charles_leclerc: yes leo is very well behaved

↳user51: the desperation stinks all up in here

user52: i am living for all the garages trying to get y/n to join them for the weekend

↳user54: my favorite part is the desperation coming from the drivers

↳user54: silly vroom vroom guys and gals thinking they could shoot their shot with y/n… liked by not_y/n

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My questions are how was she hacked and who is the guy!

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