#driven

[nivasichakano]

Memories — Bonus Content for Driven

@risya345 said: 'Astarion was signing his “evidence” polaroids with names of Grand Prix and years, and now he is getting new positive memories for each of them ❤️‍🩹' — and, damn, if that didn't get my brain clicking and whirring.

This snippet takes place during the Epilogue, sometime just before 'Alfira and Lakrissa'.

🏎️ 🏎️ Click. Whirrrrrrr.

The noise always used to inspire dread somewhere deep in Astarion's gut. It meant that something terrible had happened. Something painful. Something that needed to be documented and then hidden away in the wall, or in the lining of several suitcases over the years, each with a carefully cut hole just thin enough to admit a handful of Polaroid pictures.

But Astarion is trying to adjust to having happier moments to record these days. He is trying to associate that noise with a memory he wants to keep, rather than one that will wake him in the night, breathless and shaking.

Click. Whirrrrrrr.

Gale finally notices, the sound of the camera cutting through the distant hum of the Budapest traffic. He turns from where he had been standing on the hotel room's ornate stone balcony, admiring the view of the Danube below, and the warm breeze catches his hair, fanning it out to one side, silver strands glowing momentarily golden in the light of the setting sun.

Click. Whirrrrrrr.

Gale grins. "What are you doing?"

"Taking pictures of you," Astarion shrugs, one hand holding the camera, the other on his hip. "What does it look like?"

"Don't waste film on me!" Gale laughs, turning back to the view. "Not when we're in a city as beautiful as this…"

Astarion scoffs, walking over to the antique desk in the corner and putting down the camera, dropping the polaroids next to it so he can look for a pen. Classic Gale. No matter how many times Astarion says it, his boyfriend still struggles with believing he's the best view Astarion could ask for.

Pen located, Astarion bends over the desk and begins to label the pictures in his sharp, angular handwriting, pausing only to smirk when he feels strong arms slide around his ribs.

"What are you writing?" Gale's breath is hot against his neck.

"Not a lot with you clinging to me like that," Astarion grumbles.

"Well, what did I say about bending over desks?" Gale squeezes him even tighter, voice low. Astarion can hear the smile in it. "I told you before, if you keep doing it during meetings, you're going to get me in trouble one day."

Astarion's smirk deepens. "I strive to get you in trouble every day," he shrugs, deliberately pushing his hips back into his boyfriend, enjoying the quiet groan he receives in response. "Now, let me see…"

He taps the pen against his lower lip, ignoring the way Gale's hands have started to run up and down his sides. With exaggerated care, he pretends to write. "Budapest… August 2027… About to get laid at the Four Seasons Gresham Palace…"

"As you wish!" Gale seizes him around the waist, and Astarion shrieks as he's tugged backward towards the huge king-sized bed.

"Wait!" He wriggles out of Gale's grasp, swatting his boyfriend away. "Let me actually label this before I forget…"

"Very well." Gale hops onto the bed, and Astarion is momentarily distracted as the race engineer slowly pulls off his shirt and starts to unbutton his shorts.

"Bon sang," Astarion moans, turning hurriedly back to the desk and scrawling under the last Polaroid, where an image of Gale is starting to appear, hair streaming in the wind like some kind of fantasy hero.

Budapest, August 2027, future husband?

Biting his lip to stifle an embarrassed grin, Astarion tucks the picture into his camera bag and throws the pen onto the desk, before spinning and pulling off his own t-shirt as he races back to the bed.

If he can make new memories, he can make new dreams as well.

[magixfairyix]

Driven Doodles

All of these moments are from @darlenicy and @thewillowofveles fanfictions, and the specific fanfictions are mentioned below. They have convinced me to ship driven, and so, brainrot.

(Also, some Darcy angst with Helia)

(The first, upper left; and the last one, lower right, are clearly my favourite like-I loved drawing those two and adding the details)

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From left to right:

01: “Do you think you need a hug?” “…”

—Guarded by @thewillowofveles

02: Brandon was about to tell them to shut up when he caught a glimpse of Darcy’s expression. She looked so proud of him. Gazing adoringly with her head slightly tilted to one side.

—Guarded by @thewillowofveles

03: “You thought all this was very funny, didn’t you?” “Very funny, indeed. I could barely control my laughter.”

—Sisters by Blood by @darlenicy

04: If not for missing candles, a blanket, and a few books, she could easily mistake it for a date.

—Covered in Roses by @thewillowofveles

05: “Fucking stop it now.” “Why?” “Because it’s not fair.” Their eyes met again and Riven thought he saw Darcy's amber eyes glistening.

—Our Abyss by @darlenicy

06: Waltzing was not exactly part of the basic training for vampire hunters. The association taught its students to kill. To play with death. To dance with silver. But in terms of balance and posture, an agile fight was not so dissimilar to a dance.

—Full Moon by @darlenicy

[captainneedsnosleep]

To be honest - this was done in one go. So you can estimate how much I am into this AU. I have no words how insanely good this fic is - I do have, however, a time lapse of the almost 6 hrs of insanity that went into this ;) Read Driven by @nivasichakano <3

[nonnienautskie]

💙Back to the Office🖋️ (website: onlyfans.com/nonnie_40dd)

The weekend fades, the dawn breaks bright, A Monday morn, fresh with light. The week is yours—now make it shine, With grit and hope, the world is thine. Monday’s not a foe to fight, But just the start of your next height.

[ridethecyanide]

I love when I find random RSL stuff that I’ve kept over the years. Went through a box this morning and found a copy of W Magazine with a brief interview from December 2001.

[queenofthekings]

An endless list of Buffy's cinematic crushes: [1/?] Robert Sean Leonard in everything he does

[thepersonalwords]

You will be perpetually unhappy if you continue to refuse to walk in your calling.

Brandi L. Bates, Moonshine For The Soul: A Path to Strength, Wisdom, Growth, Health & Happiness

[badmarilynart]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56139895/chapters/142605454

Driven by @nivasichakano

I've been haunted by that one part in chapter 20 where Astarion is on the magazine cover, so I had to finally draw it.

Please read Driven, it's absolutely fantastic.

[daisysanddune]

"Confidence and style meet the open road. 🚗✨ #CarGoals #StyleOnWheels"

[pooyeshr]

I finished reading "Driven by nivasi" recently and the Road runner meme occupied my brain (as well as meep meep boys) so I had to get it out of my system which turned out like this:

well... It's not great but at least I had fun with it🙂‍↕️

[darlenicy]

*Riven and Darcy walking while holding hands*

Riven: *thinks* She is such a beauty with her mysterious smile, I wonder what she's thinking right now.

Meanwhile in Darcy's head:

[nivasichakano]

The Last Lap — Bonus Content for Driven

Spoilers for the last chapter of Driven! If you haven't yet, go and read that first. 🏎️🏎️

Morena never watches races live.

Until, that is, today. When Gale told her what was at stake for Astarion in Mexico, she knew she had to tune in. Knew she'd kick herself if she missed it. If he won. And Tara is home early for Christmas. It would have been rude not to watch it together.

Now, the pair of them leap around Grey Harbour's living room, aging joints be damned, wine cascading everywhere, screaming their heads off as Astarion flies over the finish line in pole position. The winner; not just of the race but the entire championship. Morena is sobbing and even crotchety old Tara has tears in her eyes as the Sky Sports commentary blares out across the room, the commentators shouting in excitement. "And there he is, the winner of the Formula 1 World Championship 2025: Astarion Ancunin!" "There he goes into his team. Oh, what a sight that is, Crofty. After such a devastating year last year, to see him come back like this, to see a great team like Weave Racing at their peak once more, I've got to say, it's pretty heart-warming." "It is, it certainly is. Ah and he's found his race engineer there, the ex-driver Gale Dekarios of course, his former teammate, that's lovely to see, such a great relationship between these two- ah-"

"Oh my god," Tara grasps Morena's arm. "Mor... look..." On the screen, Gale and Astarion are forehead to forehead, hand in hand. There's a pause like the universe drawing a breath, then Gale grabs his boyfriend and pulls him in for a passionate kiss.

"Well… " The first commentator coughs. "A very great relationship apparently!" Astarion looks as shocked as everyone else around them, halfway between laughing and crying as he wraps his arms around Gale's neck and kisses him again, and again, and again. "Yes…" The second commentator seems lost for words. "Erm…. okay! Well, I- er- I have to say that's a first for the sport..."

Morena and Tara stare at each other in stunned silence for a moment and then start to screech some more.

[captainneedsnosleep]

It's Thirsty Thursday time ;) It sketched itself, I had no control over it. Scene from Driven by @nivasichakano

[nonnienautskie]

❤️ The office chair is your throne. Rule the week from it. 💋

(website: onlyfans.com/nonnie_40dd)

[ridethecyanide]

April 27, 2001 - On this day in RSL history, Driven was released in the US