#Red Arrow Cos

[onnahu]

JayRoy but when Jade finds out she goes straight to Gotham to check if he's an adequate guardian for Lian.

Si she just pops out from nothing and Bats are going mad but Jason's just 'my calculations proven correctly. Now I need to get her approval or eliminate the competition'.

No one dies, but they either become best firiends or unwilling allies for Lian's good.

Roy comes out the worst either way.

[irl]

this is all they do every time the titans disband

[wanderingmind867]

My new take on Martian Manhunter pt. 2

While J'onn was handling all of his solo adventures, such as dealing with the Idol Head of Diabolu and with infiltrating Vulture, he was also an active member of the Justice League of America. He had pretty good relationships with almost every member of the team, although there were some people he was closer to than others. Him and Superman got along really well, for example. Being two aliens, they could relate to feeling sometimes out of place on earth. J'onn more than Clark (since J'onn actually has a living family on Mars), but still.

Whereas him and Wonder Woman had a more contentious relationship, initially (he was a patron of Mars, while Ares/Mars was one of Wonder Woman's biggest enemies). The Roman in J'onn vs the Greek in Diana made for some very icy relations, initially. Eventually they learned to work past it. But there's still a sort of lighthearted rivalry that exists between them, even now.

Another member of the team J'onn became really close to: Green Arrow. After their first few missions together, they became inseparable. Green Arrow, Martian Manhunter and Speedy were like an inseparable trio. Like Batman and Superman, except with more of a mutual trust. J'onn became just as much a father to Roy as Oliver. J'onn even began to see Roy like one of his own kids back home on mars. And Zook was like the weird family pet, even accompanying Roy on a solo mission or two.

In short, J'onn was the heart of the team. He was the one responsible for it's founding, he was the one who was always on call, he was just the one really holding the team together. So when he left to go back to Mars, it really devastated the team dynamics. They managed to survive, but as i'll show later: things really went to hell without J'onn around.

But J'onn finally heads back to Mars, homesick after years on earth. He can't wait to get back to M'yri'ah and the kids. And to introduce them to Zook, his new interdimensional sidekick. He was in really good spirits as he flew back to earth, anticipating nothing but happy things. But what he finds there on Mars is enough to haunt him for the rest of his years.

[saicochomo]

Inspired by that one person that rebloged the og of this ans said what I'd the league knew

Continuing my femboy Brucie Wayne where Ollie has a tape of Bruce dancing like a stripper and singing to material girls while looking like a God damn icon in fishnets from their collage days

At the Watch Tower during a mission de brief

Bruce: Anyone else have something to add?

Oliver: *clears his throat* I do *walks around the table passing everyone a stack of papers

Bruce: what is this arrow?

Clark: why are you handing your will out? Are you dying???

Hal: Why the fuck does Harely Quinn get your secret base?!

Oliver: I'm not dying but I might be after this, I have decided that in good spirits that I will share something with the team, something to bring us all closer, something that will help us bond as a team

Bruce getting flashbacks to Jason's speech a few days earlier

Oliver: I just want you all to know how much I love you guys to be risking my life for this *plugs a flash drive into the computer

Bruce: *relises what is about to happen* Oliver I want you to think about this

Oliver: there are some things worth dying for

Rest of the league confused waiting for Bruce break everyone bone in Oliver's body. Oliver plays the video on the large screen they have, Bruce is hoeified it was one thing having his children seeing this but his co workers. Bruce was thinking about blowing up the base.

Meanwhile the others cannot take their eyes of the screen.

Barry: there is no way in hell that is Bruce

Hal: God damn spooky I had no idea you where a stripper

Bruce: I was never a stripper.

As Bruce says this money could be seen in the video getting tossed at Bruce while he dances. Bruce turns to glare at Oliver.

Oliver: You should all be thanking me right now, this may be the last time you ever see me

Diana: Well I'll say thank you, Bruce you look stunning, why do you not dress like this now?

Hal: Yeah Brucie why?

Bruce: *glaring at hal* because I am older now and need to keep up professional aperiances.

Jon: there is no reason why the way you use to be dress isn't professional, well asked from the extreamly short shorts. You do look presentable.

Diana nodding in agreement. Bruce grumbles walking out of the room embrassed that Clark had seen that and beyond flushed thst Diana called him stunning.

Diana: what about you Clark what do you think k of the collage days Brucie.

Clark who hasn't been able to take his eyes of the screen face red, trying to reboot his own brain.

Clark: I uhh I um I need to ah well um yes I will go get the things in the uh stuff *gets up almost speeding out if the room.*

Hal: If they fuck I want $20

Oliver: I'm not betting against that

Hal: you're rich as hell man

The aftermath if this

Diana conties to complement Bruce on how he looked incourging him to do the look now. She even drags Clark and makes him tell Bruce that he though Bruce was the sexyiest thing he had every seen. Bruce caves not being able to handle pretty woman and hot golden Retriever man complementing him this much. He does the look again still looking stunning and has the best night of his life with his closest friends.

Might actullly turn this I to a fic later so leaving myself some notes

100% Diana calls Bruce princess and good girl and Bruce loves it.

Clark is a service top and makes sure both Bruce and Diana are having a good time

Bruce is a bratty power bottoms for Clark but is an absolute good girl for Diana.

[pearl-tarotist]

☽˚｡How will your future spouse know you're their special person? ☽˚｡⋆.

As the second PAC of my collection "cliche moments with your fs", this tarot reading tries to describe the moment where your FS knows you are the person they want to spend their life with.

P1-P2-P3

01.

For some of you, your fs will realize you are their special person when they start thinking of you as family. It will happen gradually and naturally, little by little you have conquered a piece of their brain and heart.

A main scenario that appears on the cards is that they will realise you are their person when they keep picturing you as the mother of their children. They suddenly thought of it and they were like "God, Y/N is just…so perfect and good", with adoration in their eyes. They believe you are naturally nurturing and warm. From that day on, they will want to deepen their relationship with you and take care of you even more. It's a serious decision that they make, a realisation and a promise at the same time. It's possible that one day they have forgotten their jacket and you will go and get them for them or that they have hurt themselves with a wall or something and you kiss their hand and tell them it's okay. The fact that you keep taking care of them makes their heart beat faster and makes their chest warm. And at the same it makes them get protective and selfish about you because "no one deserves the attention of someone as pure and good as you". They truly see you as a wish fulfilment. Another scenario I got was a woman laughing at a beach and their partner being absolute smitten by said woman.

Channelled messages:

Russian, english, french, love at first sight, soft kisses, hand holding, red clothes, office work, 20s, office chairs, black and brown hair, Lana del Rey, fairy tales and authors (books).

02.

This scenario starts with a fs that's apathetic, hard working, cold (lacking warm) and that's not interested in love. Do not get me wrong because they are not bad people, it's just that they are a candle that has been extinguished for a long time and now warmness does not come easily to them. With the king of swords, they are lost in their work and their logical sense, they are a soul focused on getting their business at the right position. They see love as something distant and that they cannot have, even when they just have to extent their hand and take that "cup full of love" that's presented to them. I think they do not know how to take those steps as no one has taught them. Kind of making themselves a victim there. But, once you are in their life, you could be a really funny person and a positive presence that brightens their day. One specific scenario is that they could not have laughed in a long time and when they are speaking to you, you make them laugh... and they suddenly realize that they just smile around you and that their checks had been deprived of laugh until you arrived. It's as if their world was black and white until you came along. I'm sure that they did not even realize their romantic feelings for you at the time but they knew that they wanted you in their life, for sure. They will become quite interested in your privat life and always wait to see you. I am sensing an office love in this pile with a grumpy co-worker but it's a general reading so just take this if resonates.

Channelled messages:

Meeting in bright rooms, a place with windows, Excel and numbers, Rome and Italy, vintage clothing, Crimson Peak (movie), The hunger games (book), Azul by Rubén Dario, Studio Ghibli, Romanticism.

03.

The first card that you got was the lovers so they realize you are their person, probably, the first time they see you, and as typical as it sounds, you both are struck by cupid's arrows. (This is prominent for those who have blond hair) They will like your hair and smile, they will randomly think that your hands are soft and a bit cold. They will think about your smile for days on and if you were wearing thigh clothing...well, let's say you have a nice chest. I think you both were introduced by an acquaintance, an old (in thier 40s-50s) man or woman in the street or at your work. However, it's not that easy because your future spouse is extremely nervous around you, it's that new crush energy where they are smitten by you. I think they have trust issues and they had their heart broken in the past and they keep trying to surpass all of those paralizing feeling while meeting and getting to know you better without giving you any signal that they are extremely interested. They will put effort to beat their own fears for a chance to meet you, I think their friends will support them while they get to know you.

Channelled messages:

Romeo and Juliet, yellow, the moon, orchids, Ireland, the police, 10 things I hate about you, the sea, Greece, bulls and butterflies.

[mashtatosworld]

back to you

an unofficial sequel to 'everything i wanted... with you'

summary: in which its a choice

warnings: mentions of alcohol

You were no stranger to the red carpet.

The flashing lights, the carefully curated answers, the way interviewers pried just deep enough to stir headlines - it was all part of the game. But tonight, as you stepped onto the carpet in a gown that shimmered under the camera flashes, something in the air felt different.

Maybe it was because you were presenting one of the awards. Maybe it was because you were eager to return to the music scene yourself.

Or maybe it was because he was here, too.

You had avoided the subject of Kwon Jiyong for years, dodging questions with well-practiced ease. It was easy considering he'd stepped away from the fame. But tonight, he returned to its light.

"y/n!" A reporter called, mic outstretched. "You're presenting tonight. How does it feel to be giving the awards this year, rather than accepting them?"

You smiled, your media training was like a reflex. "It’s an honour. I'm just happy to be here and support the new wave of talented artists."

The reporter nodded, then tilted her head slightly. “What about the more seasoned musicians? Like your ex partner, GDragon. Are you here to support him?”

Your fingers tensed around the clutch in your hand. Here we go.

"I'm here to celebrate great music," you said smoothly.

"Sure, but - GD’s album is deeply personal. Fans have speculated for months,” The reporter leaned in, as if you were co-conspirators. “He wrote it about you, didn’t he?”

You could have lied. You could have laughed it off, guided the conversation elsewhere.

But instead, you exhaled and said with a tight smile, "You’d have to ask him."

Not a denial. Not a confirmation. But unfortunately, it was the burning arrow that sent the internet into flames.

'y/n reacts to being asked if GDragon’s album is about her - her face says it all!'

By the time you took your seat inside, it was already trending on twitter. Your publicist was most likely somewhere tearing her hair out. But you refused to let it ruin your night.

Until they announced Album of the Year.

The moment Jiyong’s name was called, the room erupted into applause. You clapped too, measured and composed, even as your pulse pounded against your skin.

Jiyong rose from his seat, hugging Youngbae before making his way to the stage, bowing respectfully even to his juniors. He moved with haste, his expression unreadable as he accepted the trophy.

When he reached the mic, he started with the usual gratitude - to his team, his fans. He looked uncomfortable, standing up there alone, and you wondered if his frantic eyes were searching for a familiar face.

But then, at the very end as he went to step away, he hesitated.

A heartbeat of silence stretched as he glanced over the audience.

"And in case you were still unsure…" A slow, almost amused smile tugged at his lips. "Yes, the album is for you."

The room reacted. A collective applause. A few scattered murmurs. A roar of cheers.

You froze mid-clap, your hands barely coming together before you quickly resumed, expression schooled into something neutral. But it was too late. The moment had been caught.

The camera had panned to you and your barely concealed reaction, the way your fingers twitched against your dress as you avoided looking into the intrusive lens.

And just like that, speculation turned into confirmation.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The Afterparty:

You did your best to ignore the endless buzzing of your phone.

The venue was packed, laughter and music filling the air as glasses clinked in celebration. You made your rounds, congratulating fellow artists, sipping champagne, pretending you weren’t being watched.

But eventually, your eyes found him.

Jiyong stood near the bar, his posture much more relaxed, his fingers holding a burning cigarette. He was mid-conversation with someone, but the moment your gaze landed on him, he glanced up - like he had been waiting.

You didn’t hesitate.

With quiet, deliberate steps, you crossed the room.

Jiyong turned fully toward you, watching as you stopped in front of him. His lips parted slightly, as if he had something to say-

And then you spoke first.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Seven months later:

The set of ZIP Daesung carried its usual warmth - soft lighting, easy laughter, and the comfortable energy of old friends.

Jiyong sat back in his chair, dressed in a pale pink shirt and matching hat, a soju bomb in hand. Youngbae leaned beside him, while Daesung - ever the lively host - grinned mischievously at the camera.

"Alright, alright," Daesung steered the conversation, barely holding back a smirk. "We’ve talked about the tour, we’ve talked about the album - but let’s talk about what’s next."

Jiyong grinned, shaking his head slightly. "I’ll probably take a break after the tour."

Daesung hummed knowingly. "Uh-huh. And what about outside of music?"

Jiyong rolled his eyes, but there was amusement there. He tilted his head slightly, fingers tapping against his knee. "There’s… a lot to look forward to."

Youngbae let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head.

Daesung turned dramatically to the camera. "Okay, since he wants to be shy - congratulations to our hyung Jiyong on the tour and on, uh… some upcoming big changes in his life."

The room erupted into positive cheers.

Jiyong exhaled a quiet laugh, gaze flicking to the side as if someone just out of frame had caught his attention. His expression softened for the briefest second, and when he lifted a hand to partially cover his face, his eyes met yours.

For years, his fingers had been adorned with heavy rings, stacked bands of silver and gold, each one a symbol of a life that had once felt both extravagant and unattainable.

Now, there was only one.

A single, simple gold band resting on his fourth finger.

No more placeholders. No more waiting.

Daesung, grinning, tapped the table knowingly. "Last chance before the fans come for me."

Jiyong turned the ring between his fingers, considering. Then, finally, with a quiet, content smile -

"I think the music will say it for me."

Youngbae smiled, shaking his head. "You’re not getting that answer for your channel, hyung."

Daesung threw his hands up in exaggerated exasperation. "I tried, okay, VIPs?" He sighed dramatically, then suddenly gasped, eyes widening as he looked past the camera. "Oh! How about we just have y/n as my next guest? The fans would love to see her after months of ...resting,"

Your eyes widened, lips parting in silent protest. You shook your head frantically behind the camera, arms instinctively crossing over your stomach, fingers curling against the fabric of your carefully selected oversized sweatshirt.

Daesung smirked and avoided your pointed glare as he continued, voice light, teasing - "She’s been very busy lately, after all."

Jiyong chuckled under his breath, gaze flickering toward you before he took a slow sip of his drink.

The clip went viral within the hour.

Because Jiyong didn’t confirm anything outright.

But he didn’t deny it either.

The absence of all the other rings, the presence of just one - a simple gold band, settled on his finger like it had always belonged there - was answer enough.

And then, there was you.

Daesung’s playful words, Youngbae’s knowing smile, the way Jiyong’s gaze flickered off-camera - straight to where you stood. The way your arms folded over yourself, a quiet, protective gesture that didn’t go unnoticed.

The pieces were all there.

For years, your story had been one of hesitation. Of missed moments, of what-ifs.

But not anymore.

Now, there was no question.

And as Jiyong smirked, lifting his glass in an unspoken toast, it was clear.

Some things were worth keeping just for yourselves.

For now.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

they wasted no time reuniting 😛

*glimpse of their reunion that night posted here to my lover...

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[buddierecs]

infidelity buddie fics

this list has different rated fics, so please look at the rating make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :) (also i don't condone cheating/infidelity, but i am eating these fics up oops.)

three strikes and you're out by: eightpackdiaz "buck's soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend chooses to ignore him every time the kiss cam points in their direction. eddie does the opposite" word count: 3.1k rating: teen and up important tags: cheating, tommy kinard bashing, kiss cam, jealous!eddie diaz, first kiss, getting together i slept with someone from 118 and all i got was a broken nose (eddie diaz can't relate) by: sterrenhemel ".....still, he punches tommy square in the fucking nose." word count: 4.4k rating: general audience important tags: non-graphic violence, cheating, protective!eddie diaz, tommy kinard bashing, chronic pain, getting together, first kiss counting pulses by: tinydancerr "eddie diaz’s life is going great. he’s in therapy, he’s got a great girlfriend, a great kid, his friend is getting married to the woman of his dreams, and his best friend just came out to him. now his best friend is dating their new friend. things are going great. he promises." word count: 63k rating: teen and up important tags: eddie diaz centric, catholic guilt, ocd, co-parenting, emotional infidelity, therapy, slow burn, jealous!eddie diaz something touched me (like a knife-blade) by: kithmet "eddie self-implodes. christopher, seeking refuge, flees to buck—whose priorities amount to, in varying order: take in the kid, get eddie to talk to him, and keep the three of them afloat in the process. (oh, and tommy’s there too. he thinks.)" word count: 42k rating: explicit important tags: co-parenting, emotional infidelity, possessive behaviour, sexuality crisis, mutual pining, getting together, anal sex, masturbation what if i can't have us by: woodchoc_magnum "in which eddie is dating marisol; buck's dating tommy, and eddie has feelings about that, which he simply does. not. understand." word count: 47k rating: explicit important tags: emotional infidelity, mutual pining, catholic guilt, getting together, team as family, eventual smut oopsie daisy (never knew that was your boo, baby) by: ameliahart "five times Buck cheats on Tommy with Eddie, and one time he doesn't." word count: 5.4k rating: explicit important tags: 5+1 things, cheating, sneaking around, sexting, blow jobs, anal sex, getting together mixed messages by: coldbam "eddie accidentally receives a text meant for buck's boyfriend." word count: 2.6k rating: explicit important tags: cheating, phone sex, sexting, getting together, love confessions how could you not know (all this time) by: deadsapphicssociety "in which the 118 holds a movie night for chris's school, buck's boyfriend is a flaky loser, bobby knows too much, and eddie suffers. greatly." word count: 5.7k rating: mature important tags: cheating, pining, making out, hand holding, frottage, tommy kinard bashing nothing wrong with me loving you by: cranberrymoons "buck and eddie watch red white and royal blue together; one thing leads to another (aka: the sexting fic)" word count: 4.4k rating: explicit important tags: cheating, sexing, dick pics, masturbation, praise kink, dirty talk, dom/sub undertones no place like by: clytemnestra "buck and eddie and the many paths home." word count: 51k rating: explicit important tags: cheating, angst, hurt/comfort, mental health issues, getting together, love confessions drink up (you're wasted on me) by: okanus "eddie and buck hook up at the bachelor party. difficulties ensue." word count: 9.5k rating: explicit important tags: cheating, flirting, sexual tension, drunk sex, hand jobs, possessive!eddie diaz, jealous!eddie diaz, praise kink mask over my eyes and arrow through the heart by: youbetsya "buck is getting married. he is." word count: 35k rating: explicit important tags: emotional infidelity, angst, idiots in love, coming out, jealous!eddie diaz, hand jobs, blow jobs, come eating

[zablife]

Becoming Mrs. Shelby (Part 20)

Tommy x wife reader

Summary: You race against the clock to find something that will help Tommy, but you must face Mary first.

Part 19 Masterlist

The moment the car returned to Arrow House, your feet flew up the stairs. Eyes darting anxiously down the hall for any sign of Mary, you breathed a sigh of relief at the silence that greeted you. Continuing on to the library, you wasted no time attempting to open the mahogany bureau which had once belonged to Grace.

In vain hope of finding one miraculously unlocked, your fingers fumbled against the cool metal of a brass handle. When it did not open, you moved onto the others without success, beginning to despair as they all remained shut tight against your prying. For a moment you considered the force it would take to break one and you stifled a grunt of exertion as you leveraged your full weight against the bottom drawer. Losing your grip, you tumbled to the ground with a thud, wishing you had a copy of the key.

You knew as well as Tommy that Mary held the only set of master keys in the house, a vast collection crowded onto a ring she kept fastened at her side. How would you be able to get at it? It would be impossible without waiting until she fell asleep and stealing it from her room.

As you briefly considered enlisting Clara's help with the theft, your eyes drifted to a nearby clock realizing that plan would take time you didn't have. Finally your eyes rested upon the sterling silver letter opener on the desk. You wouldn't need a key if you picked the lock, you convinced yourself.

Without a clue as to what you were doing, you slid the pointed end into the keyhole, carefully listening for a change in the hollow clinking sounds produced by your prodding. Then, to your great amazement, the letter opener hit upon a latch that freed the drawer instantly. With a tiny squeal of delight, you reached in to extract the manila folders hidden in its depths before repeating the same steps to empty the desk of its contents.

Eagerly flicking through the mountain of paperwork, you skimmed over the pages as quickly as possible, but you fell into confusion over the multitude of names and organizations. You found papers referring to the "Economic League," the "Oddfellows" and one from the "Vigilance Committee." You weren't sure how it was all related until you compared recurring names of business men, MPs and Army officers, realizing they were one and the same with Section D.

Grace appeared to have corresponded with them regularly, providing information about Shelby Co. Limited and Tommy's general whereabouts. She had faithfully recorded all she knew in the pages of a small, red journal before being typed into reports. Most importantly, you uncovered replies from Father Hughes himself, outlining the organizations mission to undermine the current government which allowed the Shelbys freedom.

However, the final document you stumbled upon gave you pause. Noting it was dated the week before Grace's death, you clamped a hand over your mouth in shock as you read the brief, yet significant message. It appeared to be a warning to provide more concrete evidence against the members of the Shelby family. Apparently Tommy had protected them well. Is that why she'd asked for his help? you wondered, grimacing at the thought of her loathsome demand.

A deep foreboding thrummed in your veins as you read the last lines of type, "Failure to achieve your objective will result in final termination. Next of kin will be notified." You gasped in spite of yourself, comprehending the terms of Grace's contract were to kill or be killed.

Oblivious to the sound of the creaking door at your back, you were startled by the outraged voice of Mary. “Shame on you!" she spat, crossing the room to stand before you in obvious fury. "Did you find what you were looking for in Mrs. Shelby's private things?" she scolded.

"This is my house now and I will search every inch of it if I so choose,” you seethed, unafraid of her vitriol.

"To save him?" she sneered, surveying the mass of papers along with the one clutched tightly in your hand. "Well it won't work," she informed you, arms crossed over her chest in defiance.

"We'll see about that," you retorted, plucking important pages from the stacks before you.

 “I knew you'd stand by him," she uttered, poison dripping from her tongue. Lips curved into a sinister smile she pronounced, "Perhaps you do deserve him."

"More than Grace ever did because I actually love him," you declared, chin held high.

Mary snorted at your proud reply noting, "You're nothing more than his instrument, a plaything he uses. Grace was a self reliant woman, free to live her life as she pleased. No wonder a man had to kill her!” she remarked pointedly.

Rebuffing her criticism, you stood tall before her, a calmness washing over you as you addressed her misconceptions about Grace. "It must be hard for you to accept she was fallible, but she made many mistakes. I intend to see them rectified," you informed her.

She stammered at your sudden confidence which seemed to drain her of whatever power she'd once held over you. You used this momentum to deliver the final blow to her ego. “Pack your bags, I expect you gone by nightfall.”

She barely registered the order, though you noted the tight clench of her jaw in response.

Without waiting for her to make the first move, you gathered all the necessary papers into your arms and stalked away, intent on making one last trip before evening.

Cont reading Part 21

[emmy-hunterson-schofield]

Amina (An Emperor Geta fanfiction) One-shot 🏛️⚡️⚔️🌸

"No! Don't take them! Take me instead, Imperator Geta…" Her voice faded in a fearfully soft note, echoing throughout the senatorial chamber of the palace. "Imperator Caracalla… you may take me as a captive."

"She doesn't mean that, Your Highnesses…" Marcus Acacius begged for his daughter's life with the two deranged co-emperors, feeling the silent presence of his wife Lucilla at his side, her eyes watching the teenage girl offer herself so selflessly in the midst of their betrayal.

"Silence, all of you!" Emperor Caracalla shouted, his white sleeping tunic slipping off his pale shoulder in his manic movements as he grabbed a sword from one of the nearby guards and lunged toward Acacius and Lucilla. "Slaughter him! And crucify her!"

Geta had the quick reflex of dealing with Caracalla's mood swings, the younger twin's brain slowly being eaten away by the disease simultaneously spreading through his loins… he grabbed Caracalla and held him back as the young girl stood in between her father and stepmother.

He allowed two of the guards to restrain Caracalla, the ill man catching his breath and slowly beginning to calm down. "Brother… what could this girl have to offer us? These traitors need to be punished!"

Geta tightened the sash of his dressing gown around his waist, his dark eyes locked on the youthful girl standing straight as an arrow, her head held high as her own eyes bravely met his… the emperor searching for any sign of fear or hesitation in her pleading to sacrifice herself for her family.

She forced herself not to back away from the tall flame-haired man with the fathomless orbs as he came closer to her, his towering height looming over her petite stature causing his shadow to darken everything around her… the tips of his cold fingers came underneath her chin and she shivered from his touch, blinking away tears from her eyes.

Tears of defiance or horror, he could not decipher…

"Tell me, little blossom… what you shall forsake for your deceitful family?" Geta's voice was huskily low, a slithering nasal tone of impatience, his thumb brushing along her jawline as he held her still, tilting up her face to maintain their eye contact, the top of her head barely coming up to his shoulders in their differing heights.

She swallowed a thick, aching gulp of bile in her throat, recalling the rumors she had heard of the emperors' depravity and demented excess of using others' suffering for their amusement. "I offer you… my freedom… and my virtue… I won't try to leave and I shall stay as your prisoner… but only if you let my father and stepmother go free and unharmed."

Geta considered her words, his fingers loosening on her chin as he lowered her face back down so she looked at the marble floor. His thumb caught a tear upon her fair cheek, apple-red with the warmth of blood in her veins. "You give me your word that you will stay… for the consequences shall be dire if you try to escape… I'll shatter Rome into pieces column by column to bring you back."

She watched Geta lift his thumb to his own lips, his tongue tasting the lone diamond tear from her eye… her lips were dry as she swallowed none existent saliva down her esophagus as she imagined his threats coming to light if she dishonored their bargain…

Rome aflame with destruction and chaos…

How many people would be killed in her name if the Emperors went on a vengeful rampage to find her?

Surely her family would suffer the most…

Her father would be slaughtered in the Coliseum and her stepmother crucified, a woman truly more like a blood mother to her as her father's first wife had died birthing her eighteen years ago.

She opened her mouth to speak, her voice just steady enough to keep from shaking, forming her words in a simple cadence toward the tyrannical ruler, his eyes having not blinked since his fingers had come into contact with her skin, his black pupils dilated with emotions she was too terrified to comprehend.

"You… you have my word, Emperor Geta. I will stay and belong to you." She folded her hands together in front of her stomach in a docile manner to display that she wasn't going to challenge them.

"Then our bargain is sealed." Geta spoke loudly, his voice reverberating through the chamber in an echo. "Release the General and Lady Lucilla and escort them back to their dwellings. Post more guards at every door so they don't take away what's mine."

"What?! Brother… now you'll have the whole Roman army at our door! Taking the general's daughter!" Caracalla shouted, though he was ignored as Geta had grabbed the girl's arm as she tried to reach out for her parents.

"Father! Please let me say goodbye, my Imperator! Please, I beg you!" She called out in desperation as she watched the guards block Acacius and Lucilla from getting to her for one last embrace as a family.

"No! Don't take my daughter!" Acacius bellowed a paternal borne rage as he witnessed his only child being held back in the older emperor's grasp.

"Your Grace, please! Don't make her throw her life away for our sakes!" Lucilla cried out for her stepdaughter, losing yet again another child she had loved though they were not of biological relation.

"She volunteered of her own free will to give herself to me, Lady Lucilla." Geta grasped the teenage girl around the waist to keep her from her family, his hold firm and surprisingly strong given his lithe and lanky build compared to the obviously muscular build of gladiators she had seen fighting in the Coliseum. "She'll want for nothing and her personal possessions will be brought to her chambers from your home."

"If she's harmed in any way…" Acacius' voice lowered an octave in a threatening growl, his hand reflexively reaching for a sword that wasn't there at his hip.

"As long as our agreement remains unbroken, she'll be in no danger…" Geta felt his new prisoner struggle in his arms, her energy slowly deteriorating as she was becoming exhausted from the emotional and physical toll the entire ordeal placed on her. His nose nuzzled the top of her head, his lips brushing the crown of her wild curls, his eyes meeting the enraged glare of Acacius in the mocking affection toward his daughter. "Lead them away from the palace grounds, whatever it takes. For now, it's time to give our lovely guest the welcome she deserves."

The girl had turned in his arms, her fists weakly beating on his chest as she cried and whimpered, angry with herself, her father and the whole situation she found no way out of. He ears were ringing as she barely heard her father and stepmother calling out again for her, the guards ordering them to move.

She was frozen on the spot, the blood rushing down from her head as her knees buckled…

She buried her face in her hands, truly realizing what she had given up in her haste to save her family.

Before she could fall to the ground in a feat of dizziness, her legs were swept up from underneath her, by a cold ringed hand hooking beneath her knees and two arms holding her close to a carved chest covered with a royal red dressing garb.

Emperor Geta carried her away through the dark moonlit halls of the palace and she refrained from touching him, her hands clutched together in her lap. Geta was ever the marble ivory statue come alive from stone in his build as he moved with the refined grace and effortless gait in which he walked.

Many statue busts of past Caesars mocked her with their stares as they passed through the many halls as she was laying in Geta's cradling hold.

What he lacked in physical musculature, he made up for in internal strength and cunning…

She sniffled, tiredly leaning her head on his shoulder as she inhaled the soothing scent of his bath soaps and incense.

However he yearned to give her the illusion of freedom in his home, she was still a hostage, a pawn to be used in a political game to keep leverage over the general and the queen regent. "The palace is now your home, so you may explore to your leisure. There is a garden to admire and pools for you to swim within. And anything you require, servants will attend you."

He spoke so causally as he carried her to a grand door leading to the largest bedchamber in the palace not accounting Geta and Caracella's.

"But… what will you want me for? Am I to be your concubine?" She dared ask for the specific reason for why he would want to keep her as he had been promised her virginity as well as her free will.

"We need not worry about such a matter tonight, little blossom." Geta continued to carry her as they conversed, stepping over the threshold of the door and she absorbed the grand décor of her bedchamber, a room for an empress than a general's daughter.

The emperor went toward the massive bed and slowly lowered his arms and allowed her to lay on the soft covers of the mattress, her head and shoulders sinking into the pillows as he heard her sigh out in exhaustion, a convulsing sob erupting from her throat as she looked up at her captor. "How could you not permit me to say goodbye to them… I may keep my promise to not leave, but I'll never give myself to you… not to a monster like you!"

"Oh, you will, my blossom. Not tonight or tomorrow… but you are mine. I'll have your body and your love, for that will be a greater punishment for your family than death. To see their beloved daughter as the grand jewel of the Emperor's treasure." Geta leaned above her, quickly pulling the sheets and covers over her small body in an imprisoning cocoon, the weight holding her down against the mattress and pillows should she try to slip out of bed…

The snake wrapping its coils around its prey, preparing to devour the fragile creature…

He held down her shoulders as she struggled beneath him against the pillows and she opened her mouth to cry out, however pointless the effort was as everyone would obey the Emperor's orders no matter what she said, her throat was dry as a desert, her eyes stinging with unshed tears.

"Shh… nobody's coming to your rescue, little blossom. Just accept your fate and all will be well." Geta spoke softly, leaning close as he inched toward her face and she caught her breath, seeing his regally handsome features overwhelming her full vision, creeping closer and closer as her drive to get away began to fade, her heartbeat calming in her chest.

She moaned in her fatigue, slowly becoming intoxicated with the hypnotic method in which he spoke, their noses brushing as she saw only the dark deep brown of his irises, her reflection looking back at her, vulnerable and trapped.

"What are you doing to me?" She mumbled, her tongue numb in her mouth like she was inebriated, though she hadn't consumed any alcohol.

"Quiet, sweet one. Speak no more. You must sleep as it's late in the night." His fingers stroked along her hair, brushing the strands from her face as he watched with inner glee as her eyelids began to droop, seeing her succumb to his command. "Look into my eyes and obey me…"

He pulled the silken sheets up to her chin, ensuring she was securely tucked into bed as though she were a child rather than a girl on the verge of adult womanhood.

"Forget all you knew before tonight… Acacius and Lucilla… they are no more in your memory. There's just you and me and Rome…" He stroked her cheek with the back on his fingers, careful not to scratch her fragile skin with his many rings. "Just surrender to my voice in your ears, lulling you into sleep, dreamless and calm as Somnus would see as best for your mind."

Geta watched with silent satisfaction as she still fought to remain awake, her lovely eyes glazed over in her entranced state, half-covered by her closing eyelids. His wine-coated breath brushed her lips and he yearned to wet them… his tongue licked over the rosebud shape of her mouth and he sealed her lips closed with a kiss. A small sigh emitted from her throat as her body relaxed further into the pillows, her breathing evening out as she sank deeper into slumber, the emperor still looming over her. His shadow darkened her peaceful visage and he spoke still to her, wanting to make certain she was under his influence.

The maiden Amina being offered as a martyr to the Gods and engaging Eros' affections…

"You will be bound to me forever in marriage… as my wife and my empress at my side. Every night, I'll adore and worship you in our bed and by day you'll be given everything you desire. Jewels, gowns, nourishment, flowers, books… Anything you want…" His fingertips caressed the softness of her long eyelashes as they remained still on her face, signaling that she was indeed floating in a mental abyss of darkness.

Geta then moved his fingers down the length of her small nose, then the rosy round curve of her cheeks… her moistened lips slightly open and she inhaled and exhaled, his twitching fingers moved to touch her mouth in silent intimacy and he wanted to kiss her again… leave a mark of wonder upon her feminine beauty… as a man would do upon the woman he would claim as a bride.

She was his prisoner for now… but in time he would make her learn to accept herself as a soon-to-be wife of Emperor Geta and if she said the word, he would burn it all the ground and allow her to bathe in the blood and ashes of the aftermath.

He would see her at his side, no matter what measures he had to take to possess her. Even if she would despise him for all eternity, Geta always got what he wanted in the end.

Now, she belonged to him and he would keep her with him forever, even after Rome fell at their feet and the Gods claimed them for damnation.

Geta moved to lie down beside her above the covers, whispering more hypnotic verses to keep her in the clutches of sleep, his fingers stroking her long hair pooling around her head on the large featherdown pillows. His aching fingers touching her face once again, tracing along her chin…

"It's all coming into place now, little blossom… seeing you sinking into an irresistible sleep after such torment tonight. I admire your bravery as foolishly in vain it was. But, now you've paid the price with your freedom and your unbreakable vow. I'll take your virtue on our wedding night, for you shall be my bride. In time, you will come to see it's all for the best and you will be loved and cherished in my blackened heart as I will do anything you say… except let you go. You will be pampered and nurtured as a goddess would be… but only if you stay."

She remained dutifully silent in unconsciousness, her breaths the only response in the shadows and moonlight dancing along her innocent splendor. A wide prideful smile spread across Geta's lips as he pulled her close to his chest, enfolding his arms around her in a selfish, domineering grip of sinful need, laying her head upon his pectoral where his heartbeat vibrated beneath her ear.

"For tonight, you just sleep, little one. You're mine, now and for eternity." He bestowed one more condemning kiss upon the sleeping maiden's lips, still cradling her close and determined to never release her… "For this city will burn if you leave and Rome's blood will be on your hands."

Even her dreams were no escape, his voice hissing and seething his threat in her ear despite the gentle cage of his arms around her.

Only death would be a mercy for her if she could not be free and protect her family… and the fate of Rome.

[seaglassmelody]

A Word With Friends!

Hello hello! I am your host for this week's version of @hedwigoprah's lovely game! I was stuck between a few words for this week, but I picked one that was a little less sensory to mix things up!

Rules: Use the challenge word to write a sentence or scene and then tag a few friends. Happy writing! 

This week's word is: Sanguine

Definition (Adjective): optimistic or positive, especially in an apparently bad or difficult situation. OR Definition (noun): a blood-red color

My piece is under the cut!

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Bellara was anxious. So terribly terribly anxious.

Cyrian wanted to talk.

Cyrian was always so good at talking. Confident, reassuring, mellow. His reasonable words and calming tone were essential for her as a child, when her brain got too busy and everything was so loud.

And now…

She needed to be good at talking too. She had to make him see, to make him understand. He wasn't helping their people. He was hurting them.

Hurting her.

"Bel?"

Bellara jumped, knocked out of her spinning thoughts by Rook's quiet call.

"I-I'm sorry, did you say something?"

Rook smiled sympathetically. "Just asking if you were ok."

"Oh. Well." Bellara chewed her lower lip. "Is it ok if I say no?"

Rook gently grabbed her arm, pulling her to a stop.

They couldn't stop yet. Cyrian was waiting. In the clearing up the hill.

Waiting for her.

"Bellara, will you breathe with me for a few seconds?"

"Rook, we can't-"

"Cyrian will wait for you. If he's anything like you've described, he'll wait as long as he has to." Rook was calm, relaxed. Her pink eyes were kind and understanding. "He's your brother. He wouldn't be asking to talk if he didn't care. He still loves you."

Rook was always like this, somehow, in the face of inescapable pain and high risk of failure. Bellara wasn't sure how she did it. They've faced down a darkspawn horde, an archdemon, blighted dragons, two gods - their gods - and every step of the way Rook has held them together with a kind smile and a sanguine attitude.

"I…still love him too." Bellara admitted quietly, hugging her arms around herself. "But what if he won't listen? What if I say it wrong and he leaves? What if I…" She trailed off. Every time they talked about this, she was reminded of what he might make her do to him if he didn't stop. Didn't turn away from Anaris.

And every time she hid away from that reality. She couldn't face it. She didn't want to think about it.

This had to go well.

"He will listen, and you won't say it wrong." Rook rubbed Bellara's shoulder reassuringly. "The Cyrian you knew is still there. Even if…" Rook paused, her nose wrinkling in that way it did when she was really thinking things over, "If he still needs time, that's fine. Making him question is still progress. You're opening the exit door. It's still his job to walk through it."

"And if he doesn't…?" Bellara's voice was weak. She hated how small the question made her feel. She hated that she was leaning so heavily on Rook to relieve her of this burden.

Rook's grip tightened on her upper arm. "You won't have to deal with it alone. If it really came down to it…" Rook took a deep breath and released it slowly. "You won't have to face it by yourself. We're with you, every step of the way."

So Rook wouldn't say it either. But the look on their face…

Bellara knew Rook would do it for her in a heartbeat, if it meant she wouldn't have to suffer.

But she wouldn't ask for that. She couldn't.

Not yet.

Instead, she took a deep breath, trying to match Rook's relaxed, even breathing.

"All right. I…I think I can focus now. I can do this." She gave Rook a shaky smile. "Let's go."

Rook nodded firmly, giving her arm one more gentle squeeze before letting go.

"Let's go get your brother back."

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Tagging to start: @strugglinggranola @serensama @tkwritesdumbassassins @thedissonantverses @tacoteddy22 @thecraftybaroness @himluv @notyourmamasdeerbat @bubblecat-co @mythals-whore @operative-arrow @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @seaglassmelody @sidneysussex @biowaredisasterbisexual @woundedsoul12 @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai @jenn2d2 but please tag me if you do it! I'd love to see and share! No pressure, I know everyone worked really hard on Davrin week and made some really awesome stuff :D

[corrupted-fates]

Swap Crk AU but a bit different

So we're all familiar with how most crk swap AUs are Ancients switching with the Beasts or some Ancients switch place with each other or their subjects.

But this is my AU so I get to do whatever I want with it so let me introduce you,

Abyss Emperor AU

Basically Dark Cacao switches roles with White Lily HOWEVER she doesn't have his role.

And the Cookies of Darkness are switched with all of the playable Dark Cacao Kingdom characters.

Here is a poorly written version of my AU

The story is like canon and White Lily does go to the Witches Banquet but instead of falling into the ultimate dough.She escapes with Red Velvet who she picked up as she ran.

When asked about her expectation,she would often brush it off and change the subject.

All seemed well until a few years later where a young Dark Choco alongside Caramel Arrow, Crunchy Chip and Affogato decided to go see what was beyond their world.

White Lily freaked out when she heard about this through Dark Cacao.She of course refused to explain why to the king and told him not to go as it was a loss cos.

Dark Cacao didn't listen to her and went to find his son and subjects.

Since the witches Banquet only happens once every 1000 years there wasn't a huge group of witches eating cookies,but there was one witch who lives in the castle.

That witch had captured and tortured Dark Choco and the others when she discovered them.

Stuff happens Dark Cacao falls into the ultimate dough and is rebaked as Abyss Emperor.

There are a lot of things changed such as each ancients kingdom situation and roles.

[strugglinggranola]

A Word With Friends | 5-12

Hosting this week for @hedwigoprah

Rules: Use the challenge word to write a sentence or scene and then tag a few friends. Happy writing!

This week's word is Apricity

Definition: The warmth or light of the sun in winter A noun.

Tagging to start: @jenn2d2 @serensama, @tkwritesdumbassassins @thedissonantverses, @tacoteddy22, @thecraftybaroness, @himluv, @notyourmamasdeerbat, @bubblecat-co, @operative-arrow, @davrinsleftpectoral, @seaglassmelody, @sidneysussex, @the-font-bandit, @nevarrantorte, @ollypopwrites, @silshinobii

My scene below!

Her hair was so soft as he stroked it, incredibly soft—softer than it should be for all the horrors she was burdened to. The red strands slipped through his bejeweled fingers, like silk, like water and she murmured slightly in her sleep. As Emmrich let Rook sleep, curled in on herself, twined around his body, he continued to run his fingers through her hair. Once, this would have been too intimate, too personal for her—and for him, if he was honest, but the horrors of Tearstone Island, and having her ripped away from him had worn away all carefully constructed pretense.

“Lenora,” he whispered, as he continued to rub her scalp, like she might disappear, desolve under his very hands. “My darling, Lenora—I have often wished to tell you my thoughts on you, but…”

He swallowed. What could he say? The last two weeks had worn him through, haunted and gutted like a spectre. His regrets had chased him to the brink, to bring her back to him and still, the words were caught in his throat. He wanted her to know, yearned for her to know how his soul called for her in the darkness, in the darkest part of the night, but—what could he say?

She murmured in her sleep, and he stopped, just for a moment, grazing her cheek with his fingertips. After they had pulled her from the fade, after she had briefed the team, after she had showered…he had brought her food. Sat beside her, and she collapsed into him, and stilled. He would not move, even if the Lighthouse fell upon them, he would be her comforter, her pillow—anything she’d want him to be.

She stilled, curling her fingers around part of his shirt.

“I have lived long, far longer than I deserve,” he whispered. “I have traveled, not as far as you, of course, but I have seen the sun set on winters, where my heart, my very soul, was as frozen as the ice surrounding me. Alone—so alone,” he paused.

“I have been in a crowd of people, and laughed, smiled—hob knobbed with those who see only what they want to see, but I was always alone. I could be with a hundred, a thousand people, my love, and still be alone. Adrift in the ocean of grave misfortune and loneliness.” Emmrich’s hand shook, just slightly—still Lenora slept on. She had such deep bags under her eyes.

“That is nothing compared to these last two weeks of searching for you. I—” he faltered. He had to tell her. He must, even though his throat closed, his mouth was stuffed with the cottonness of emotion. “ I once told you, I feared death, that it was unreasonable, that it stalked me in the nights. To be so close to it every moment of my life, and to stare at it’s cold embered eyes as it stalked me relentlessly—

“Emmrich?” she mumbled, barely raising her head from his lap.

“Nothing, Lenora, nothing, has terrified me more than when I lost you at Tearstone. Nothing. I was a fool to not tell you how I felt, and I have regretted it with every breath and heartbeat of my heart, neigh—my soul, Lenora. I—there are so many things I regret in my life, but please know you are my apricity, my love. A flicker in the darkness of my own mortality, the warmth from the sun in the coldest of winters—”

“My dear, I am so sorry to disturb, I was—”

“Can you just—” Rook rolled over, and placed a finger on his lips, her eyes half closed. “Shh… please. Poems later, sleep now,”

He nodded. “Of course, I…of course, yes,” He murmured, settling even further into her couch. Her head on his chest, his fingers laced into her hair.

“You gotta see Rivain in the winter, no snow—” she whispered, voice soft with drowsiness. “All sun, all time,”

He smiled, and bent down kissing the top of her head. She smiled into him, and nuzzled further into his chest. She was the warm light in the cold dark, and she was his.

[laylasverse]

LAYLA'S LIBRARY ᰋ a library is like an island in the middle of a vast sea of ignorance, particularly if the library is very tall and the surrounding area has been flooded.  

ARROWVERSE REALITY ◞ uptown in gotham city, new jersey. the sound of rain. brown leather. crowded crosswalks. drawers of polaroids. wayne manor. jester's privilege. black arrows. stacks of old books. resurrection.

best friends to lovers ꫂ᭪ jason todd.

ARTIST REALITY ◞ chino hills, california. modifying anything and everything. reality show. high school basketball. rnb and rap. large canvases. flirting in plain sight. stolen hoodies. rottweiler puppies. in the studio. vacation trips.

childhood best friends to lovers ꫂ᭪ lamelo ball.

BETTER REALITY ◞ cincinnati, ohio. amateur filmmaking. deadpan jokes. the eight ball. blind bags. post it note drawings. tortoiseshell glasses. dumb nicknames. pocket money. fuck it we ball. moon river and me. late night drives.

high school sweethearts ꫂ᭪ college basketball!jason todd.

GOTHAM REALITY ◞ little italy in gotham city, new jersey. icing cupcakes. fresh chocolate-chip muffins. the gotham gazette. italian chefs. bundles of flowers. getting married too young. pretty criers. angel in disguise.

bodyguard and princess ꫂ᭪ arkham knight!jason todd.

MODERN!GOTHAM REALITY ◞ uptown in gotham city, new jersey. fast cars. sore ribs. sandwich shops. black cats. tinted windows. dark red gloves. matching gold jewelry. attached at the hip. inscriptions on watches. scratch marks.

best friends to lovers ꫂ᭪ boxer!jason todd.

NBA MEDIA REALITY ◞ san francisco, california. nba courtside. social media manager. poole party. tiny mic interviews. blue candy. always sleeping. matching sneakers. homemade dinners. taking pictures on stolen phones. water guns.

co-workers to lovers ꫂ᭪ warriors!jordan poole.

SMOSH REALITY ◞ los angeles, california. ridiculous editing. doing it for the bit. baking. card games. social media manager. history fanatic. frank ocean's biggest fan. wavy brown hair. lunch dates with court. inside jokes.

co-workers to lovers ꫂ᭪ jason todd.

VLOG SQUAD REALITY ◞ los angeles, california. late night editing. lottery tickets. filming six second clips. horrible puns. prime frank ocean. movie premieres. target trips. cheek kisses. late night ice cream.

accidental love triangle ꫂ᭪ alex ernst and jason todd.

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﹙ last updated june twelveth 'twenty-five ﹚

[antspaul]

messy, rancid, evil for-want-of-a-nail au where Abu Dhabi 2021 goes Lewis and Merc’s way, Lewis wins his 8th and retires, and Max takes his place at Mercedes going into the new ground effect regulations of 2022.

inspired by this maxcedes vertonellii prompt on the f1 kinkmeme and co-brainstormed with @gayferrari

tw for weird consent and general nastiness. probably won’t write more of this universe so feel free to do whatever with anything here that moves you!

Merc pulls out all of the stops to attract him away from red bull. (ignore the timeline contraints here pls). Toto gets on his knees to the Verstappen camp like, look at our NEW and FABULOUS W13 and our zero pods design. This is the future, it’s going to be four-tenths per lap quicker than everyone else. pspsspsps you knowwwww you wanna drive for us sooo bad. ditch that ugly fucking Red Bull, what have they ever done for you? do you want to join the winners, or are you content with being first loser for the rest of your career?

and Max is TIRED of coming in second and the prospect of debuting this insane new car (and also the intense glazing from Toto Wolff) is enough to win him over. He ditches Red Bull for Mercedes. It’s a coup. It’s silly season x10000. It’s as frenzied as the media gets (until a few years later — more on that in a bit).

so he rolls up to pre-season testing, next to his teammate George Russell (they’re already grating each other’s nerves but who cares, Max is pretty confident he’ll beat him no problem). everyone’s talking about the sure thing of another era of merc dominance, especially now that they have Max behind the wheel. no one is more ready to make 2022 his bitch than Max Verstappen in a Silver Arrow.

by the end of the first day of testing it becomes clear that the car fucking sucks.

the team (and especially Toto) hems and haws about the porpoising problem, everyone’s struggling with it, Max, we’ll find the right set-up and you’ll see what the w13 can do, this is your year Max, you can trust the team. But Max knows the car isn’t going to improve enough for the complete dominance they promised him in their seduction. He’s stuck with a car that can’t deliver what he signed on for, a team that’s publicly crashing out about it, and a teammate who’s never doing him any favors. What’s more, that stupid fucking red horse garage looks FAR too happy.

and the season hasn’t even started yet!!!!!!

obviously, the car doesn’t improve enough for Max to finally win. he performs better in it than Lewis and George did IRL. But not enough. In the end, it’s Charles who wins his first WDC that year. fucking CHARLES, driving for FERRARI, scraping by in a tractor for YEARS and then BEATING MAX TO A WDC.

every time Max thinks about it his fingernails bite into his palm and he fights the urge to punch a wall. Charles’s smug, tear-streaked, champagne-soaked face flashes through his mind. it’s bad enough that it’s Charles, first, that no matter what happens Charles will have done it before him: it’s even worse that Charles gets the honor of delivering that stupid team its first WDC since Raikkonen in 2007. everyone is sooooooooo happy for Charles, wow he’s such a nice guy, no one could ever deserve it more. Max could barf.

that they’re not fucking yet but the hatred IS sexual. trust, the hatred is ALWAYS sexual.

2022 wdc results:

Charles

Max

Checo

George

Carlos

Alex (bc of the Max-related power vacuum, Alex retained a seat at RBR. don’t think about it too hard)

2023 gives Max even more reason for homicide. Charles doesn’t win again — yay! — but Red Bull finally ends up on top— motherfucking shit — after a challenging and contentious year of racing. THATS RIGHT. CHECO WDC 2023.

2023 wdc results:

Checo

Max

Fernando

Charles

Alex

Max DOES challenge for the title in 2023, though mostly in a mathematical it-could-theoretically happen sort of way (somewhat akin to Lando’s title challenge in 2024) as Checo’s performance in the drops off towards the end of the season and Max stays relatively consistent.

anyways, fast forwarding through a lot of 2024. without Max to drive the rb20, Red Bull and Checo’s championship defense flails pretty early on in the season (also, without Max there I imagine Newy deciding to leave much earlier than he did IRL). Lando wins. Max is first loser again. Charles gets third place.

George continues to look a lot worse than he actually is in the car by comparison to Max; he’s performing well, as he did irl, but it’s clear to him— as it was to Daniel in 2018 — that so long as Max is his team, he’s never going to have a team built around him and his goals. everything anyone says about George is always qualified with “relative to his teammate Max” and he’s tired of dealing with that, tired of the car, tired of feeling like his input always matters second-most. he’s not happy at Merc the way things are going.

Merc itself is aware that its two drivers are unhappy with the direction of things. Max is as antsy as ever for his promised wdc, George is exhausted at feeling passed over, and neither of them are getting any younger.

Toto is keen to keep George close. he negotiates a contract for George to return to Williams (where Alex is Not, remember — because he’s still at Red Bull). George hates to return there, but James Vowles schmoozes him over, and George, known Enjoyer Of Projects, gets on board.

(GEORGE SIDE QUEST: right after George signs for Williams, silly season explodes x1000000000000000000000000000000000 because LEWIS IS COMING BACK TO FORMULA 1. and he’s COMING TO FERRARI. Carlos is still pushed out of his seat for 2025, and he still goes to Williams. the teammate relationship between these two lacks some of the easy camaraderie that Alex and Carlos have had so far. George went to Williams with Certain Expectations of his role in the team, and Carlos being there negates some of that. he’ll get over it!!!! <- mantras George thinks to himself while very much Not Getting Over It, never ever ever. George coming off of three years as Max’s teammates back at stupid bloody Williams is the Most Evil version of himself and ngl it’s hot.)

with George gone from Merc, there’s a vacancy at Max’s side. could it be Lewis? could Toto steal him back from Ferrari? but no: the ideal teammate should be young enough to not present an overt challenge to Max’s dominance within the team without this causing major friction, but should be talented and moldable enough to challenge in the near future. also, someone they can pay a low salary lololol.

enter Kimi.

he’s Toto’s pet project, a chance for him to redeem himself for not capturing Max when he was young and dripping with potential, when Merc could’ve given him a winning car right away. Kimi is keen, and excited just to be there. people compare him to Max a lot because of his age and his talent level at his age.

Kimi also knows Max well! has known him through his family connections to the team and through Toto for years. he aspires to Max for coming into the sport young and holding his own the entire time.

but. Kimi has NOT known Max as his TEAMMATE. max who still has something to prove and is not going to let this CHILD (who is definitely in the process of getting Groomed As His Replacement, who everyone thinks of as a clean slate to make up for the shortcomings of his own career) get in the way of that.

SO. this is where it gets really nasty.

Max gets it in his head that the kid needs to be taught his place in the team. he’s not going to suffer another George for however long it takes for him to finally get his title, Christ.

somehow he learns that Kimi is a virgin. maybe he eavesdrops on random rookie gossip. maybe Toto tells him. maybe Kimi admits it, embarrassed, when Max makes some kind of double entendre. but Max finds out. and he decides to use it to show Kimi that’s he’s nothing compared to Max. To put his mark on Kimi so that no matter who fucks him in the future, Max will ALWAYS have done it FIRST.

kind of like Charles and the wdc, huh.

Max lays it on thick for Kimi. supports him, throws him a bone in his post-race interviews. Max never does this for anyone, so Kimi must be really special right? that’s how Kimi feels. that’s how Max needs Kimi to feel.

so after Australia 2025, when max climbs down from the second step of the podium, he meets Kimi at the afterparty. he pours gin-tonics down Kimi’s throat, holds his neck— much slimmer than Max’s own, or Charles’s, or any other racer with real experience— and feels him swallow down mouthful after mouthful of liquor. he takes kimi to the nightclub bathroom and bites that wimpy little neck as he wraps a hand around Kimi’s cock. Tugs him off right there.

afterwards, drunk and confused, Kimi offers to suck him off in exchange.

Max smiles sharply and says, ‘have you done it before?’ and Kimi shakes his head and apologizes and says he can get more experience, and then the next time they hook up he can do it really well for him.

but Max is like ‘no, absolutely not. i don’t want you spoiled by someone else when i can have you first.’

but he tells Kimi not to suck him. instead, he wants to fuck Kimi.

‘now?’ Kimi looks really intimidated, but Max knows he’s into it.

Max tells him no, not now. he’ll fuck Kimi the next time Max wins a race.

Bahrain 2025: Max pulls a win out of that fucking car. he fucks Kimi in his private jet’s toilet. it’s impersonal and intimate and degrading in a way that absolutely has Kimi hooked.

as for Max: he only feels a little bad about it.

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

Co-Stars pt.4

Summary: Y/n post something interesting...

Warning: Sexism/ use of Y/n/ Swearing/

A/n: > Means Y/n's replies

Word count: 890 words

@Official_Y/n

@Official_Y/n: Guess who?

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Comments:

@User5710: Mother posting!!!!

@Y/n_fan214: Soft lauch?!

@TimotheChalamet: Ew, there's children on this app. > Okay🙂

@Austin_Butler: 🫣 > Sush Elvis

@User9261: Did she just shushed Austin Butler? > She did 💅

@Dua_Lipa: That back tho! 🫨 > 🏋‍♀️💪💅

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After her post, the Internet was like the volcano that flooded Pompei with lava: Smoking hot. Everyone was talking about the guy in the picture and how intimate they looked. Of course, everyone thought about Callum, and they were right, but they didn’t know it. So, when Y/n, Austin, Anthony and Callum went on the Graham Norton show, they were expecting questions about it.

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‘’So, Y/n obviously you got a lot of attention this week, because of this’’ Her post appears on the screen. Anthony starts to chuckle. ‘’I know, my back looks great’’ she says, avoiding the question. ‘’You look amazing, but the real question is: Who is the gentleman in the two pictures?’’ Two red arrows pointing at the men in the pictures appears on the screen. ‘’I can’t see him, maybe point it to me’’ she says, sarcastically of course. The publics starts to laugh. ‘’I mean there’s a gentleman in my life, I won’t say who, but yeah. Thought I’d tease the internet a little’’ she says, crossing her legs. ‘’Boys do you know who he is?’’ Graham asked the 3 men. ‘’Yeah, I met him, he’s really nice’’ Anthony says. ‘’He’s amazing, he takes care of my best friend, and that’s all that counts’’ Callum says. Y/n has to bite the inside of her cheek to prevent her from laughing. Hearing Callum talk about himself at the 3rd person almost makes her laugh and blow away the surprise. ‘’Like they said, he’s a really nice guy. Really fun too, we had some great conversations with him. Awesome guy’’ Austin adds. ‘’But what about Callum?’’ Graham asks. ‘’What about him?’’ Y/n asks. ‘’W-w-well you guys. T-t-the internet ships you together!’’ he stutters. Y/n direct answer took him by surprise. ‘’We also have a video of Callum and a mystery lady, let’s take a look’’ What video? Shit?! It showed a video of Callum making out with Y/n, but we couldn’t see her face, it was badly filmed because the only action we could see was between the crack of the door. Y/n tried not to react, and she was hoping that Callum would improvise something. ‘’Graham, I’m sorry, but we’re here to promote our show, Master of the Air, not trying to get to the bottom of the rumors of who’s Y/n dating and Callum’s privacy being invaded’’ Austin said, as calmly as possible. ‘’Austin’s right, plus we have great things to talk about other than Y/n’s dating life.’’ Anthony added the woman smiled to the blonde, who just saved their life. ‘’You’re right, I’m sorry, so Anthony…’’ Graham didn’t talk about relationships that night. When the interview was over and they got backstage, Y/n hugged Austin. ‘’Thank you so freaking much’’ she said. ‘’Thank you, Austin, I really appreciate it’’ Callum said. ‘’Don’t worry we got you’’ Anthony said.

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After Austin and Anthony’s intervention, the people calmed down on the question, but the internet could still see their chemistry. Callum and Y/n still liked to tease the internet, but they calmed down too. Until the premier in the U.S.A, they kissed at the final premiere, in London. The one in the United-States was the before last premiere they all did. Y/n came on the carpet with a very reviling designer piece that the fans started to speculate.

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She didn’t want to come on the carpet dressed like this, but the designer put a lot of effort into the piece, so she wore it. But she already had a team ready inside the movie theater to change her outfit. When she stepped out the car, she felt very vulnerable, she arrived alone this time, she was already gonna get attention for her outfit, she didn’t more publicity. She walked on the red carpet, until she reached her co-stars. ‘’Y/n here! Show us your tits!’’ a male fan yelled, making her very uncomfortable. Callum, who had seen the scene, felt really bad for his girlfriend. He wanted to help her, but if he gave her his jacket, the rumors would just be unbearable, they like to tease the internet, but not like that. ‘’Austin, can you go give your jacket to Y/n, she’s really uncomfortable’’ he whispered. He nodded than went forward, to give Y/n his jacket. ‘’With your boyfriends’ compliments’’ he said, not wanting to be suspicious. She put the jacket on and continued her way on the carpet. They finally did a group photo, after they could go inside, and Y/n could change. ‘’Come on Y/n, you’re not afraid to be shirtless on Instagram! We want to see the tits!’’ another male fan yelled. The guys were all in shook of what they just heard. But Y/n took all the confidence she had left and stepped forward. ‘’Maybe ask politely’’ she gave the men a fake smile before showing him her middle finger. The flash of the camera doubled; she was certainly going to get attention now. But what she didn’t realise was that the hole cast was flipping the guy off. Callum was the first to follow is girlfriend in giving the middle finger, the rest just followed.

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Surprisingly, it wasn’t her outfit that made the front page, it was the picture of the cast giving the finger to the sexist fan. They didn’t talk about the fact that it was disrespectful, they talked about the fact that men were supporting woman and how it should always be like this. The cast of Master of the Air were now icons in the feminist movement. All thanks to Callum…

[pocketmolly]

Headcanon that because of the terrifying expenses superheroing costs, heroes have to take on sponsors

TW: Smoking/Cigarettes, only a little nudity! (It's John Constantine :/), Alcohol (Damian... [Not underage drinking tho])

Like I watched the Crisis On Two Earths movie and that watchtower looks so expensive... Sure Bruce Wayne is rich but he isn't that rich

John Constantine definitely has atleast one cigarette sponsor. Probably Sterling which is British and he's somehow featured on the front of the box in this specific pose despite having never gone for a photoshoot. He laughs it off but he's secretly horrified

Black Canary is fought over by every music app to ever exist but (inevitably) Spotify wins and she becomes the annoying voice that tells you to try Spotify Premium which causes the Arrow Kids to not speak to her for like a month

Wonder Woman, Artemis, Donna Troy, Cassie Sandsmark and Yara Flor get together to do a Lululemon commercial (with colour coding and everything). It goes super viral and sets fashion trends for the next 50 years much to the dismay of Artemis.

The Flashes get a slick Ferrari ad. Like Barry in the front seat of a classic red Ferrari car delivering a smooth line in a seductive tone then it moves to the rest of the Flashes just chilling in sunglasses in the back

Robin has Lego as a sponsor which comes with free trips to Lego Land and free Lego sets. This only serves to piss Damian off and he promptly gets a Malibu (alcohol) sponsorship in the second week of being Robin. This gives Batman and Nightwing simultaneous heart attacks.

While we're on the topic, Batman mysteriously has zero sponsors (the Wayne Industries symbol is secretly on his cape but both are the same black color) and Nightwing has a Wingstop sponsor and his own 'Nightwings' meal that consists of electric blue wings which are very unhealthy and not quite safe

Okay lightning round now!

Zatanna gets Prada

Red Robin gets Red Robin (haha)

All the Green Lanterns get Whatsapp (they have their own sticker pack that the rest of the heroes overuse)

Barbra gets Oracle (haha ×2)

Starfire gets Dior and Tiffany & Co

Red Hood gets Snickers (You're not yourself when you're hungry)