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IN WHICH... astrée makes her debut on the track and proceeds to also make history.

Like many other stories, it all started with a mistake.

✩ March 28, 2021

“Latifi crashed after taking Bahrain’s tightest corner too fast! He lost control of his rear axle which sent the rest of the car in a violent spin! And — oh god — he just hit the wall!”

...

“For the moment, no news from Latifi. The red flag has been raised.”

...

“The drivers are gradually returning to the pits while the rescue services are still trying to get the number 6 out of his car. The car was, one could say, literally smashed to pieces after having rolled over a dozen times.”

...

“According to what I'm told in my earpiece, Latifi is unconscious but breathing. His vital prognosis is not engaged. The race will resume.”

...

“Will the Canadian driver be fit to compete in the Emilia Romagna Grand Prix, which will take place from 16 to 18 April?”

✩ April 2, 2021

And then fell the verdict.

NICHOLAS LATIFI WITHDRAWN FROM THE 2021 F1 SEASON FOLLOWING HIS ACCIDENT IN BAHRAIN

Astrée watched all this from her flat in Paris, far from the scene of the accident. After the chaos the announcement of her inclusion in the category had been, Williams, its tail between its legs, had decided not to show her on Bahrain’s paddock.

“We'd rather wait until the storm has calmed down,” came the lame excuse from a communications guy whose name escaped her. Probably Jack or Harry. Some shit like that.

Thus, far from the warmth of Bahrain, Astrée, like all the other fans, was reduced to a spectator. The tone on how she would be treated during the season seemed to be set.

So, because it was not yet time to show them her true personality, she quietly observed all this panic from the screen of her television: the continuous news, the imprecise answers of the commentators, the worries of the fans, as much for Latifi as for Williams' future. Because after all, everyone knew what that future would look like. There was no uncertainty about it, and that was precisely what the chauvinistic fans feared.

LATIFI'S BAHRAIN ACCIDENT MARKS ASTRÉE IRAKLIDIS' HISTORICAL F1 DEBUT WITH WILLIAMS

To see her come along and disturb what they knew – the male-bondage that the Frenchwoman had broken through – terrified those misogynistic assholes. The tweets spoke for themselves. Astrée had not yet appeared on the paddock and people were already hating her. She almost enjoyed this, laughing heartily at their mediocre insults, at their fear that she almost fed off.

How she loved to see men cry. There was nothing more beautiful.

The radical decision to end Nicholas's season sent shockwaves around the world, not so much for the health of the pilot as for the fear of who would replace him.

Jost Capito's confirmation that “yes, Iraklidis will be in the second Williams car at the Emilia Romagna Grand Prix” was enough to finish off the last survivors of what many on social media nicknamed “The Williams disaster.”

With her eyes fixed on her phone screen, her eyes fixed on her future, Astrée gloated. This accident was the chance of a lifetime: hers.

She was being offered a year on a silver platter to prove herself and secure a permanent place in this closed Formula 1 clan. Because one thing was certain, Astrée Iraklidis would not remain a reserve driver for another year. At the mere thought of this title, she scoffed. The woman was better than some of those so-called first drivers but, because she had breasts, she was relegated to the background.

Women were never taken seriously, even though they were just as capable – even more so sometimes – than men. All her life, Astrée had to face these prejudices. Even in 2021, she was still a victim of it. The world would not change.

“Be a stand-in and shut up,” that is what she had been told, word for word, when she signed that cursed contract. A one-year contract. Renewable, of course, but Astrée knew perfectly well that she was just a publicity stunt, a new toy for the media to play with. Williams would not renew this contract. She knew that for a fact. It was as if her entry into Formula 1 had only been possible because they had first made sure she would leave it just as soon.

“All eyes are now on Astrée Iraklidis,” the nasal voice of the sports channel presenter gave her a headache. “A woman in F1 is almost unheard of. I'm curious to see how she will do in the big league. It's bound to be a change for her. It's a far cry from her karting days or Formula 2. If she manages to land herself in P20 instead of a DNF, that will be an achievement on itself. She'll–”

Her knuckles turned white as her fist clenched against the remote control, which she restrained herself from sending into the wall.

She had no choice. If Astrée wanted to stay, she had to win. Fortunately, that was her speciality, and these nineteen men would soon understand that, as others before them – in karting, in Formula 4, in Formula 2 – had done, by dint of repeated humiliations and podiums stolen by a "weak woman."

The taste of victory was even more delicious, sweetened by the karma that always knew how to deal with men who were a little too sure of themselves.

Her phone rang for two seconds. An employee – she didn't know his first name either, he was simply registered as “CM dude” in her contacts – asked her to react to the news. She posted a simple tweet that said, “You can count on me to do everything I can to bring Williams to victory.” The first responses called her a “whore.” Others told her to crash at the first corner. The usual, which was no less bitter.

Astrée locked her phone, her jaw clenched, determined to make her words a reality and, above all, to make them eat theirs.

Her parents had always told her: “you will do great things, Étoile.” And the Greeks were never wrong when it came to prophecies. It was time to make it come true.

The brunette stood up and, deliberately ignoring the clock in her office which read 11.30PM, switched on her simulator before selecting the Imola circuit. Her fingers wiggled alone ⏤ as if they had a mind of their own ⏤ and tapped on the gears. First, second, third... Soon the woman fell into a trance that could only be triggered by racing: slowing down at the sadly infamous Tamburello corner, starting again, overtaking, never giving in to the pressure of the opponent, not flinching at the Rivazza, winning.

It was April 2. D-16.

Astrée pressed “restart the race.” The clock already read twelve past one.

✩ April 5, 2021

Then came the first practice.

With an umbrella in her left hand and her helmet tucked under her right arm, Astrée cursed the English weather almost as much as she cursed the fact that she was in the middle of buttfuck nowhere.

It was D-13 and the first practice in real condition would occur on a – very – wet track. She could see from here the large puddles that dotted the training track in a patchwork of elements – between earth and water – that made her cringe.

Astrée was not afraid – she never was. On the contrary, she even found that the rain always added a welcomed challenge. However, it was obvious that she would have preferred to test the limits of her car in dry tires before putting it on full wet blue tyres.

Since signing her contract, the woman had obviously trained in real conditions, ready to step in if she was needed during the first race. But, as Imola was approaching, the pressure was increasing and so were the demands of the team.

Astrée nearly burst out laughing at this. She refrained from pointing out the nerve of Williams to put so much pressure on her when Latifi had not won any points in 17 races the previous season.

The record to beat was literally zero.

She did not know if she should laugh or cry.

Astrée did not want to think about whether Nicholas Latifi had been put under as much pressure or if it was something that was reserved just for her.

A hand came to rest on her shoulder. She looked at it in dismay before glaring at whoever had dared to do this. John – or was it Harry? (she still hadn't resolved the dilemma) – immediately withdrew his hand and apologised.

He had been awkwardly reassuring her for a good quarter of an hour, ever since she'd let out a big sigh at the sight of the soaked track.

“It's okay, Astrée. You'll just have to be a little less abrupt in the corners, otherwise you'll –”

“I know how the car works, John. Thank you.”

“My name is Adam.”

“Oh.”

Shit, she gritted her teeth, neither of them then. Without a word, the woman got into the car – fucking awkward, she thought – and closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying that first feeling in her single-seater.

This is it.

"So, how do you feel?" a new voice to her right startled her.

George Russell looked at his teammate with a rather creepy smile ⏤ a good intention of course, just poorly executed. She returned the gesture, although hers was somewhat tense. Astrée had never been good with strangers.

They hadn't met yet. Or at least, not spoken. A handshake when she signed her contract, two or three words of courtesy exchanged during the inaugural photoshoots, and an almost obligatory follow back on Instagram: their interactions had stopped at that.

“More enjoyable now that it's mine.”

Hers. Her car. Her place in Formula One. The 10-year-old Astrée would probably be crying. The 21-year-old Astrée just nodded in approbation.

Don't show your emotions, they'll think you're weak, her father's voice echoed in her head like a mantra.

“You can go now, Astrée,” Jo– Adam told her. “Elijah is ready.”

The only name she had remembered, the only name that mattered to her: her engineer's, her second conscience.

"Radio check, Astrée, do you copy?”

“Copy.”

“Great. Whenever you're ready.”

Inhale. Exhale. The void. The tar. The car. The corners. Nothing else. A roar echoed through the silent track and rekindled the flame in her heart. Birds that had been perched on the edge of the pit flew away as the engine purred. Immediately, she exited the garage and zig-zagged down the track to warm up her new tyres.

“We'll do two warm-up laps to be safe.”

Taking advantage of being alone on the track, Astrée braked sharply, feeling the rear end take off, and accelerated again to see how well the tyres gripped, how responsive the steering system was, and the overall handling of the car.

“Just warm up your tyres for now.”

“I want to see their limits when they are still cold.”

“Copy. Just be careful.”

The first two laps alternated between zigzags, braking, accelerations, and corners taken too short or too wide. When the third lap finally began, already a little more comfortable with her car and her tyres – now warm –, the driver let the pleasure dominate everything else, so that she did not see the laps go by, nor the turns follow each other. Soon Elijah's voice signalled the end of practice.

“Box.”

“Copy.”

When she got out of the car, her legs shaking, a dozen people rushed to share their first impressions of her driving. They had already seen her drive in many other tests as a reserve driver. They had witnessed it, but had they bothered to pay attention at it on those occasions, when she was only the reserve driver, the product of a marketing stunt?

“It was better than I imagined!”

“That's pretty good for a woman.”

She took these half-hearted comments without complaining, reluctant to make enemies within her own team, but thanked her helmet, still pressed down on her head, which hid her dark expression.

Soon, in the midst of this group, a figure stood out and stepped forward. George, his own helmet in hand, ready to go for a series of laps himself, reached out for hers with the other one in a symbolic gesture: “It will be a pleasure to be on the same team.”

Astrée was careful not to share her opinion – quite different from his – and shook the dark-haired man’s hand, with the same tight smile on her face. He may have been her teammate, but on the track, they were – above all – opponents. She couldn't forget that, as she had never been able to in the past. Her journey in motorsports had been a lonely one because of her competitive spirit, and it would continue to be so for the rest of her life.

“Likewise.”

✩ April 16, 2021

On her first real day on the paddock, Astrée had to face her worst nightmare: media day. Wearing the compulsory mask – a sort of protective barrier for the introvert she was – reassured her a little but did not totally calm her racing heart, nor her annoyance. Because Astrée knew, she knew exactly what kind of questions she was going to be asked.

Journalists had the rather impressive capacity of never renewing themselves and having the same ideas. If the human brain normally sought to distinguish itself from others, the journalist's brain thrived for lack of creativity and repetition. From karting to Formula 2, everyone had had the same annoying questions for her. A routine of boredom that had a knack for annoying and sending her into despair.

Her doubts were soon confirmed.

“Not too scared?”

“What kind of underwear are you wearing right now?”

“How does it feel to have George Russell as a teammate? He is rather handsome, isn’t he?”

Beside her, because all the segments were done as pairs today, the aforementioned George was trying to calm things down, defuse the question or just change the subject altogether. At one point, he even held back her fist when it almost – voluntarily – came into contact with the cheek of an old pervert, who had made a remark about her tight suit.

Astrée appreciated the gesture – she didn't want to be called hysterical on her first day – and let him know when, finally, the line "interviews" was crossed off their to-do list.

“Thank you for holding me back. It's bad enough no one likes me, I think it would have made things worse.”

“Yeah, no problem.” There was a rather awkward pause as they both walked towards Williams’s garage, the crunch of their footsteps on the tarmac their only melody. Finally, George decided to go on, unable to bear the heavy silence. "I mean… If I could, I would have hit him myself. Don't listen to them, okay? All those... people? assholes? whatever,” he gestured vaguely with his arm at her haters. “They’re not worth it. You drive a Formula 1 car and they don't. In the end, you're the winner.”

Astrée decided at that precise moment that George was perhaps worth it. He had not, after all, made any remark about her gender, nor had he let her eyes wander lower than necessary: two criteria – low, certainly, but the standards had to be revised downwards – that would have seriously hindered her wish to maintain a semblance of friendship.

If her loneliness in Formula 2 was mostly explained by her introverted personality, many deliberate choices had put an end to any hope of creating links with others within the championship. Astrée had been treated as an object of desire and fragility by many of her teammates. Voluntary isolation had been the wisest decision to make, especially if she didn't want to be penalized or excluded for assault and battery against another driver.

George, on the other hand, had treated her as an equal – which she was, but then again, the bar was at the lowest – which already set him apart from every other driver she'd encountered in her career.

“Would you like to eat something? I could introduce you to some of the guys.”

Astrée winced, reluctant to be thrown into the lion's den so quickly. The lion being a dozen boys who would look at her as the latest attraction or as the enemy to be shot. Take your pick.

“I promise you they're nice,” George reassured her, seeing her reluctance very clearly.

“I don't doubt it.”

The woman especially hated the nicey-nicey spirit almost imposed by the new generation. She wasn't in F1 to make friends, just to win. George would be the exception to that, she decided. Surely her choice was encouraged by the fact that he was not really a threat to her.

Astrée had researched all the pilots, mainly their point totals. It was a way to give her a quick statistical overview of what she had already deduced from her viewing of each race. Thus, she knew that last season George Russell had come away with 4 points, failing to stand out from the rest.

That was already four points higher than Latifi, she couldn't help but think, a mocking smile on her face.

“We’re here,” her teammate's voice brought her back to reality.

The moment they walked through the door, a collegiate atmosphere engulfed them. Laughter, conversation, the smell of coffee and the sound of spoons banging on cups immediately gave her a headache.

A glance at the clock on her phone. 9AM. An hour before the first free practice. She could allow herself a croissant or an apple, but no coffee. Throwing up during her first real F1 race would not make a good impression. No doubt about that.

"George, over here mate!"

Lando Norris had been the one shouting: an orange blob in the middle of the black-clad staff. Beside him were Pierre Gasly and Daniel Ricciardo. All eyes turned to the newcomers and Astrée felt like dying at that very moment.

So much for discretion.

George grabbed her by the upper arm and dragged her – against her will, mind you – towards the trio who were too noisy for her taste. It was far too early to have that much energy, or had they taken too much coffee?

“Nice to meet you, I'm Lando! This is Daniel and Pierre, whom you might know. You're both French.”

She restrained herself from saying that sharing a nationality with someone could not guarantee an acquaintance.

Of course, Astrée and Pierre had crossed paths before, at the FFSA Academy in Le Mans in particular, but always from a distance. He probably had better things to do than talk to a ten-year-old girl.

“I know who you are, thank you.” The woman smiled, hoping that this one didn't look too fake. “Astrée Iraklidis, nice to meet you.”

Not really. In an hour, Twitter will ship me with one of you three.

“We know who you are,” Daniel laughed. “I don’t know if you noticed but you’re the talk of the town since you were announced as a reserve driver, but hey, you're not that anymore. Congratulations, by the way, and welcome to Formula One!”

“Thanks!” she smiled, frankly this time, always happy to be reminded of her achievement.

“The interviews weren't too annoying? It's bad enough that we get crappy questions, it must have been worse for you,” asked Pierre.

“Well,” Astrée shrugged, “they just asked me what panties I was going to wear under my suit. You know, the usual.”

The three pilots winced as George sighed at the memory of the old man. Maybe he should have let her hit him.

“Why don't they ask me that?” Lando complained. “I've invested in Calvin Kleins. With the price I paid for them, I’ll show them off in a heartbeat.”

Astrée laughed – to her great surprise – which she tried to hide by clearing her throat, but the four men saw right through her and smiled.

It was obvious to them that the woman was reluctant to bond.

In the WhatsApp group they all had – which she had yet to be added in – Sebastian Vettel had emphasised the importance of making her feel welcome and comfortable on the paddock. Since they were the same age, Lando had been given the task of breaking through the shell that surrounded her.

The speed with which her face fell back into a neutral expression told him that this would be no easy task.

“If you have a problem,” Daniel smiled at her, “you can come to me anytime.”

“And if you get tired of speaking English, je suis là,” added Pierre.

Before the woman could respond, George butted in.

“I'm sorry to interrupt, but we've been asked to return to the garage, Astrée. We have to get ready. It's nearly ten o'clock.”

The two of them said goodbye to the trio – who also decided to leave, seeming to remember that they too were expected somewhere – and went back to Williams’ to change.

As she closed her white and blue jumpsuit up to her neck with one hand – a difficult task to execute with a helmet under her arm – the Englishman called out to her and asked her what she thought of the three drivers.

“They are nice. It's hard to form an opinion. We only talked for a few minutes. But Daniel is very… sunshin-ey.”

She left it at that, her mind already focused on the free practice session.

These went without a hitch. Astrée chose not to fully display her capacity, to even appear clumsy, taking some turns much too wide while still pushing the car to its limits so that the mechanics could make modifications if necessary. Elijah asked her what was going on – why was she driving like that when the practices in England had gone perfectly well? – but she didn't answer, knowing full well that all their communications were recorded, and sometimes even broadcasted live.

Make them think you are impressionable and fragile. They'll underestimate you and be more distracted, her mother had once told her, a wise piece of advice she was now following to the letter. It had worked in Formula 2, there was no reason why it couldn't work in the top category.

To win, you had to know how to use all possible means. The other drivers’ internalized misogyny was one of the most effective tools.

When she got out of her car, leaving the engineers and mechanics to do their job once she had given them her impressions – in particular on a problem on the left side of the front suspension – Astrée winced, already feeling the stress rise in her throat and roll up into an impossible-to-dislodge ball.

In the garage, she put her helmet on the table intended for that purpose. As soon as that was done, the woman unzipped her suit and tied it around her waist, wanting at all costs to free her neck, which was already under strain from her growing anxiety.

“I'm going to stretch my legs,” she signalled to Adam – she had finally remembered his name.

Glances burnt the back of her head, but Astrée ignored them. In the midst of the constant hubbub of the paddock, between the cameras, team members, drivers, assistants and guests, she blended in and was forgotten for a while.

Whispers tickled her ears as she passed by some of the journalists.

“Astrée Iraklidis was disappointing during the free practices. If we don't ask the pilots to bring out the heavy artillery during these four hours, we ask them to have a minimum of knowledge on what they are doing. The number 95 didn't manage to show this.”

And then, that question. Always the same.

"Should women drive in F1?”

She deliberately scoffed loudly as she passed by the idiot who asked that. This had the desired effect as the journalist stammered. Not even his mask could hide his cheeks, which were flushed with embarrassment. A sly smile stretched her lips. Good.

“Astrée! Hey! I believe we haven't talked yet?”

She turned around and almost collided with this stranger – a familiar one – much too close for her taste. Taking her step back, she immediately recognised the newcomer. The Dutch accent was quite a clue.

Max Verstappen. 214 points last season. 3rd in the championship. A threat. Maybe even the worst of all. She was immediately suspicious. This reflected in her tense shoulders and calculating eyes. If the Dutchman noticed, he pretended not to.

“Max, nice to meet you.” He shook her hand with great gusto and immediately began to speak again. His gestures and words followed each other at the same speed as he drove. Astrée felt dizzy. “I saw your free practice. I must say I'm a little disappointed because I've been watching your races since they announced your arrival. But it must be stage fright.”

“Probably.”

“I think you could make up for it by accelerating more and playing with the gears a little.”

On Twitter, everyone was constantly talking about “maxplaining.” The woman didn't think she'd have to pay the price so soon, and on her own performance on top of that.

“You could try to play more on the inside. In fact, for example, in the third turn, you took it much too wide, which made you lose a lot of time. And then...” The rest of his explanation soon became background noise.

He continued to follow her, not understanding that she was walking faster to lose him.

God, give me the strength.

“I'll do all that,” she finally cut him off. “Thank you for the valuable advice.”

He grinned brightly at her.

For a man whose harsh attitude was a trademark, he didn't quite understand sarcasm.

✩ April 17, 2021

And then there was the adrenalin of qualifying, lulled by the voices of the commentators who paid special attention to her every move.

...

“All eyes are on number 95, of course! This is a historic moment, ladies and gentlemen. For the first time, a woman is taking part in the F1 World Championship!”

...

“The Williams driver's debut seems rather complicated. She’ll have to realize we're not in F2 anymore if she wants a good place on the starting grid!”

...

“Astrée advances in Q2, but it is clear the Frenchwoman seems to have some difficulties to find her marks.”

...

“Look at this! Iraklidis seems to systematically take her corners too wide, which makes her lose valuable time. Is she trying to save energy and preserve her car for the race? Or is it simply a lack of skill?”

...

“Astrée will not advance to Q3. It's a P11 for the Frenchwoman. Already very impressive for a first race, but it's still far from the capacities that Williams had made us hope for.”

Over the radio, Elijah's sizzling voice tried to reassure her: “If you don't get a point in the first race, it's not bad, it's even normal. Don't worry.”

“Oh, I'm not worried.” You could almost hear her smile. “P11 is fine. You have to give them a head start. It's not as much fun otherwise.”

This sentence was broadcasted live. Insults rained on Twitter. She ignored them all, high on adrenaline and confidence.

She was going to show them that women could and should drive in F1.

✩ April 18, 2021, 3PM.

Blackout. Just flashes: the warm-up lap, the zigzags, left right, left right, her heart speeding up, the lights turning green.

The first acceleration.

Take advantage of the confusion during the first corner.

The total absence of hesitation.

The Tamburello, taken tightly. Three places already won.

The routine that sets in.

The fear of all other drivers.

The laps, one after the other.

The nonstop overtaking.

“Astrée Iraklidis seems to have woken up! It's like we’re witnessing a different driver. Look how fast this Williams is going! Was her hesitant attitude during qualifying just a decoy? It sure seems like it.”

…

“22 laps! 41 more to go!”

…

“Box,” said Elijah. “Tyre change.”

“Copy.”

...

“It seems that Williams has chosen to favour the undercut. If Astrée risks losing time and places, she will get them back when the drivers in front of her also have to pit.”

...

“The Williams pit crew was very effective on the stop. It’s as if the whole team is riding on the adrenaline that Iraklidis' performance triggers!”

...

“George is DNF. He crashed with Bottas.” Elijah informed her. “You're on your own. Only 33 laps left.”

“Merde! Okay, copy.”

...

“And now Iraklidis overtakes the two Ferraris in a stroke! What's going on?” The commentator laughed in glee. “Williams is putting on a great show, as Verstappen and Hamilton continue their fierce battle!”

...

“The Williams is one place away from the podium! Only Lando Norris stands as a barrier between her and her goal. Will she succeed?”

...

“Incredible! Iraklidis overtakes Norris in the very tight Tosa! It's clear that the new driver is not afraid of doing what must be done. It was a very risky move, especially with worn-out tyres and less grip. But the risk paid off! Now the number 95 will have to defend her position for ten laps and maybe – maybe! – chase an even higher standing!”

...

“Only 5 laps to go and Iraklidis is still third! Four seconds ahead of Norris who seems to have been destabilised by his fall in the standings! Verstappen, on the other hand, seems untouchable with his 20 second lead over Hamilton!”

...

And then, the liberation.

“Max Verstappen wins the Emilia Romagna Grand Prix! Hamilton takes 2nd place while Iraklidis closes the podium! The first woman to do so! This is a historic moment, ladies and gentlemen!”

✩ April 18, 2021, 6PM.

Finally, there was the podium, without its famous cooldown room and with a mask on.

They still gave the three pilots time to recover from their emotions and to discuss their race a little. Astrée immediately detached herself from the two men and threw herself on the water bottles, drinking the transparent gold greedily. It was without any delicacy that she wiped the few drops that had fallen on her chin, almost choking when she saw who was coming towards her. Her cheeks flushed within seconds and her hands began to tremble.

If nothing else compared to the feeling of finishing third in her first ever Formula One race, meeting Lewis Hamilton was a close second. She'd never seen him up close and personal. The television didn't do justice to his beauty.

Damn, what is his skincare routine?

“The dermo-system range from Dior.”

“Huh?”

“My skincare routine. It's Dior.”

“What? I– OH! No! I mean... I– You know what? I'm gonna shut the fuck up,” she muttured, making him laugh.

The Englishman was one of her idols, one of the figures who had taught her it was worth fighting for your dreams and that hard work was always rewarded. This was the first time he had spoken to her and she was thinking out loud in front of him.

Idiote.

“You were great earlier. I saw a couple of clips after the race. Your overtaking of Norris was impressive. Well done, not many people would have risked that in the Tosa, especially on their first race.”

Stay calm. Look normal.

“I can't afford to make mistakes; I have to try risky things.”

“I get it. By the way, I'm Lewis,” he held out a tattooed hand, which she shook, secretly hoping hers wasn't sweaty. His eyes were crinkled. He was smiling. Even with the mask on, she could picture his teeth gap.

Her whole face felt warm. Once again, she thanked the pandemic and its masks.

“Astrée. It is truly an honour to meet you, and to be able to drive on the same track? Incredible.”

The woman left it at that, knowing full well that if she continued, she would end up saying something embarrassing. Fortunately, they were soon asked to go on the podium, Astrée first, to the sound of the teams’ applause only – no audience was allowed – but especially that of Williams employees, unused to seeing their drivers up there.

Once the Dutch anthem finished playing and the trophies were distributed, the champagne flowed freely. Astrée was happy to pour the gold sparkling liquid over the other two and to be sprayed, sometimes running her tongue over her lips to catch a few drops.

The taste of victory was delicious.

No one paid any attention to it, but Astrée was not blind to the subtle shift in Max's attitude. Silent, avoiding her gaze, spraying Lewis more than her, he was far different from the one ready to give her advice the day before to help her in qualifying.

The woman always found it funny how people's behaviour could change dramatically when they felt in danger, when they realized that she wasn't just a political statement. Even if he had been 20 seconds ahead of her today, he knew for sure that she could easily decrease the gap with a better starting position tomorrow.

Astrée smirked.

She had won a fucking podium on her first ever race. Damn right, he should be afraid of her.

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2023: Charles Leclerc, Ferrari

2024: Georgia Leclerc, Bugatti

In 2021 Bugatti entered the F1 world – as the 11th Formula 1 team. With a goal of bringing equality to formula 1, CEO and Team Principal Isabelle Binotto, wife of the famous Ferrari Principal Mattia Binotto, had decided to bring a predominantly female team to the paddock- including two female drivers – Georgia Leclerc, twin sister to Charles Leclerc and Lily Wilson, an upcoming racer and W-series champion. Bugatti has had several years of success, with Georgia Leclerc taking home 3 world championships for the team, with Lily coming in second in the 2024 championship fight.

It’s now the beginning of the 2025 season and Lily Wilson is officially a Mercedes driver, replacing Sir Lewis Hamilton after his retirement. Being the first female driver to drive for one of the top male-dominated teams, Lily knows she has to push even harder than she did at Bugatti. There’s only one problem - a certain Monagasque Ferrari driver has his sights on the World Drivers Championship, and he’s not backing down. As things begin to heat up on the track, Lily finds herself at war with someone she used to call a friend - Charles Leclerc.

Charles would be easy to ignore if Lily hadn’t asked his sister, 3x World Champion Georgia Leclerc, to be her personal coach for the season after Georgia discovered she was pregnant at the end of last season. Much to Lily’s chagrin, Charles seems to be everywhere his sister is, along with his inflated ego and rude personality.

As tensions rise between the Mercedes and Ferrari drivers, they start to find themselves dealing with their hatred towards one another in an unexpected place - the bedroom. Can Lily and Charles keep their feelings in check as they compete to win the world title?

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Chapters:

Prologue - 4800 Words

Chapter 1 - Fortune Favors The Bold - 5100 Words

Chapter 2 - A Spoon Full of Sugar - 4700 Words

Chapter 3 - Hell Hath No Fury - 3100

Chapter 4 - Saved by the Wolff - 4800

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gloomy0x0phantom · 5 months

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『 01 』 NAVIGATION.

masterlist // rules // spam blog // graph blog // ao3

『 02 』 ABOUT ME.

Boo ! I’m Phantom, but you can call me Coco! I’m French Canadian, my pronouns are she/her and I’m 24 years old.

୨♡୧ When I write (y/n)... I don't put myself in (y/n)'s place, rather I put a version of myself in (y/n)'s place, a sort of OC. Sometimes I read fics and think "I'd never do that!", but the OC of myself can do it, since her personality is based on the one the author chooses ♡

୨♡୧ When you read my fics... it's important to remember that I write, mostly, for myself. I write scenarios that occupy my mind, so (y/n) is based on "me". However, I try to keep the character's physique neutral to help you immerse yourself in the story! That said, all my (y/n) are women, they're smaller than all the love interests and they have hair.

୨♡୧ When you finish reading my fics... and like the post/leave a comment/reblog, you have no idea how much that makes my day! The attention you give me motivates me to keep going ♡ If I don't respond to your post, there's a chance I saw it, but forgot to reply '-'

୨♡୧ When I haven't updated a fanfic in a while... You can send me a private message and ask me where I'm at with the next chapter! Who knows, maybe you'll be treated to a little teaser ~

『 03 』 QUESTION&ANSWER.

⋆★⋆ Can you translate my fics? Yes, absolutely! Don't forget to ask and credit me! ⋆★⋆ Can you draw a fanart based on my fics? YES YES YES. And I want to see it! ⋆★⋆ Can you post my fics to adapt it to a male or trans reader? Yes, but you must ask me before posting and ONLY change the pronouns/physical references. You can't add sentences, you can't change dialogue, everything has to stay the same, except the gender of the reader. And of course, I want to be credited. ⋆★⋆ Why do I allow minors to read my smut? Because I started reading smut when I was a teenager. I spent many nights fangirling in my bed, discovering my sexuality through the many fics and learning important things like consent and the importance of pleasure. My parents and school weren't very good at teaching me these topics, so I thank the many authors who shaped my knowledge of sex ♡ ⋆★⋆ Why do I change my theme regularly? Because I'm indecisive ♡

『 04 』 LIST OF UPCOMING SERIES/HEADCANONS/ONE-SHOTS.

Dracule Mihawk + sex pollen

Dracule Mihawk NSFW alphabet

Dracule Mihawk + temporarily blind!Reader (multiple chapters)

Sanji + mysterious!Reader (multiple chapters)

Christmas with the straw hat pirates (platonic)

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daddyhausen · 1 year

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told ya’ll i’d fuckin’ do it. if anything blame my beloved @wrestlezaynia

• heat of the moment — zowens •

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{ masterlist } | { wwe masterlist } | { sami zayn masterlist } | { kevin owens masterlist }

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, mlm, friends to lovers handjobs, public sex, multiple orgasms, male orgasms submissive/dominant dynamic, anal sex, rough sex, penetrative sex, internal cumshots, anal creampie, cockwarming

{ word count } — 679

{ pairing } — kevin owens x sami zayn

{ genre } — smut

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“we can’t…” sami’s breath caught in his throat, his oesophagus tightening as his tried to force his moans back down. mouth running dry as kevin’s large palm pressed against his still-clothed cock. small whimpers left sami’s lips, pursed together in a thin line, still trying to desperately cling onto whatever sanity he had left, still avoiding eye contact with his best friend

“who says we can’t?” kevin’s voice rumbled with such a delicious baritone, one that only made itself known when only sami was present, and one that definitely warmed the younger canadian’s loins. it wasn’t the most secluded of settings, the seemingly empty hallways of an arena, surrounded but sparsely placed crates and boxes, barely large enough to shield the modesty of the two men.

kevin’s hand reached into sami’s sweatpants, softly beginning to stroke his half-hard cock, adoring the way sami’s whimpers bled from his parted lips at the slightest touch. sami was still reserved, afraid someone was catch the two of them, hesitant to succumb to the urges that had plagued him for months. he could not even hold a conversation with kevin without getting hard, poor thing would have to rub one out in the bathrooms afterward.

“w-what if someone sees us…?” sami stuttered his sentence through a choked moan, kevin’s hand now firmly wrapped around the base of sami’s shaft, managing to free it from the restraints of his sweatpants, admiring the sight of sami’s leaking cock, pre-cum dripping down the tip, coating kevin’s knuckles, the appendage so sensitive to his touch.

“then let them stare.” kevin’s lips captured sami’s with feverish kisses, the loose gym shorts kevin had been wearing now felt tight as his own erection pressed up against the thin fabric. he felt sami collapse into his chest, finally letting his guard down and letting those sinful urges take over.

“please…” sami whined, kevin’s grip on sami’s cock released, the red head breathed an exhilarated sigh as kevin pressed him up against the wall, his breath ghosting against the base of sami’s neck. kevin let a glob of spit pool in his palm, slowly beggining to stroke his cock with the makeshift lubricant. the two remained silent, kevin slipped inside sami with ease, feeling the tightness of the red head around his thick cock, instantly burying himself to the hilt with a breathless moan.

“oh fuck-“ kevin gasped through gritted teeth, beginning to move with short quick thrusts, now allowing sami a second to adjust to his size. kevin’s hand reached around once more, resuming its actions beforehand, stroking sami’s length. the sensation was almost too much to bare, sami’s eyes kept darting back and forth between the two ends of the hallway, hoping and praying that no one would dare walk in on the sight, although the thought was arousing he’d rather save himself the embarrassment of explaining.

“kev…you’re so big…” sami hummed, face pressed against the wall by kevin’s large palm, feeling himself about to buckle under the weight of his own orgasm, desperate chasing down his release. kevin gave a silent smirk, simply adoring how sami seemed to collapse completely under his touch.

sami had no need to announce his orgasm, more so he did not have enough time to react as his seed dripped down kevin’s knuckles, an act of which made a heat rise to sami’s already flushed cheeks. kevin merely hummed in response, sending his own orgasm nearing. his movement became rougher, more relentless, burying his size deep inside sami with reckless intent, determined to please the red head even further.

“fuckfuckfuck-“ sami panted, cock sensitive and overstimulated from kevin’s hand. kevin have a small, primal growl upon release, filling sami to the brim with his hot seed. remaining inside him for a moment, kevin adored the way sami’s cum leaked down his tattooed knuckles, bringing his fingers up to his lips in order to taste his new-found lover’s seed, shuddering with delight as the sweet taste mingled with his tastebuds. sami peered behind him for a moment, meeting kevin’s gaze, sami’s muscles twitching lightly with exhaustion

“please…again…”

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the-banana-0verlord · 10 months

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Hello! My name is Lilian the Banana(Lilian not my real name though) and you’ve tumbled across my blog! I am writer who specialises in X Readers, especially for the anime game Twisted Wonderland. I can write for other fandoms if requested, although my requests are closed as for now. The fandoms I write for other than Twst are:

🌻 Demon Slayer/Kimetsu No Yaiba 🌻 Obey Me! 🌻 Link Click 🌻 Nevermore(on webtoon) 🌻The dark Lord's confession(also on webtoon) 🌻Revolutionary girl utena Now this is what i will write about mainly: 🌻 Angst, fluff 🌻 Yandere 🌻 Male and female characters, although mainly male characters 🌻 crack fics And now what I won’t write under any circumstances: 🌻 NSFW, smut(please keep in mind I am a minor) 🌻 Some specific characters in the fandoms listed(ex: Zenitsu or Rollo Flamm) 🌻 Characters under 14(unless it’s platonic) 🌻 Male readers (as I am a female, i always write with f!reader in mind, even though I mostly write gender-neutral reader to include everyone, but writing a specifically male reader is not possible for me) Here is my masterlist, containing everything I’ve wrote. I’m also running a long term Dracula x F!Reader fanfiction on Quotev moots list Lilian and Mallilian Aus masterlist Oc Masterlist Drawing box Where to find me on various platforms

Current event(s):

Fall Season event // Winter season event // Spring season event // Summer season event

side blogs:

@the-banana-0verlord-reblogs -- reblogs blog @the-lord-of-malevolence --malleus roleplay blog @the-king-of-thorns -- overblot malleus roleplay blog @bestutenacharactertournament --tournament blog for the best revolutionary girl utena character @lilian-draconia -- for self-shipping

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#bananawrites --For fics #bananadoodles --For my art #heoverlordmonologues --For anything random #mallilian --Self-ship tag with Malleus #bananareblogs --Self-explanatory #banana’s moots --My mutuals <3 (might do seperate tags for each of them) #bananaanswersasks --also self-explanatory

About me:

🌻 My pronouns are she/her/they/them and I’m aroace 🌻 I am a scorpio 🌻 I am a French Canadian from Quebec 🌻 My hobbies other than writing are drawing and making puzzles 🌻 My favorite character in Twst is Malleus, with Deuce and Jamil following closely 🌻I’m fifteen 🌻My favorite aesthetics are light and dark academia + cottagecore

My requests are currently closed but if you simply want to talk my askbox is open, anon or not!

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jtargaryen18 · 1 year

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Scenting Their Prey

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Words: 4.5k

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: Kidnapping, captivity, drugging, explicit sex, non-con, dub-con, oral (fr), A/B/O dynamics.

Relationships: Alpha!Tony Stark x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Summary: As an Omega, you had control of your life and your choices. Until you didn't...

A/N: This is for @ironlady1993's I love you 3000 Challenge and it's VERY late. I'm so sorry. The next and final part will post this week. Bucky's turn. Thank you so much!🙏

Tags are a mess. If you aren't tagged, it's not intentional. I'm working on another way to get word out.

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"You're just letting me go?" you asked.

"Wait by the gate," one of the soldiers told you.

He motioned you toward a simple farmer's gate that broke up the barbed wire fence that stretched out as far as the eye could see. That the man stood slightly in front of the others told you he was the leader. All of them dressed in black tactical gear, all holding rifles except for the one who spoke to you. His was slung across his back.

Your heart raced as you timidly did as you were told. You shivered in the chilly autumn breeze.

Beyond that rusted gate was an open field with a forest at its edge. There were no visible guards beyond the gate: just wide-open spaces, freedom.

You swallowed hard. It couldn't be that easy, could it?

When the northern states began invading the southern border of Canada, everyone knew why. Omega birth rates in the US had been dropping for the last twenty-five years, causing the land of the free to resurrect some very archaic restrictions on the few they had. The alpha population, on the other hand, flourished.

But despite all their twisted efforts, very few omegas were born in the US over the last two decades.

It started with a rash of disappearances. It didn't take long for the media to ascertain that every one of those missing young Canadians was an omega. Once the invasions started in small border towns, the politicians got involved. A war between the two nations would be declared at any time.

None of it helped the omegas caught in the crosshairs. Not yet. One by one, the border towns were invaded. The younger omegas were rounded up and taken into custody. The stories were all over social media. The kidnap victims, male and female, were illegally transported into the US and auctioned off to alphas for vast sums of money.

Your town had been invaded. They'd plucked you out of your life along with all the other young omegas in your community, mated and unmated. You were kept in a makeshift prison on the outskirts of town for the last few weeks, kept company by armed guards.

The facility was run like a prison. All of you were fed three meals a day and allowed a daily shower. But there was no communication with the outside world. No television, internet, or smartphones. You got an hour in a community room each evening after dinner. They provided jigsaw puzzles, craft baskets, and a handful of books. All the books were educational, written to educate omegas on what to expect during heat cycles, nesting, mating and bonding, birth, and parenthood.

The writing was on the wall. You were all held captive, deprived of the suppressants most of you took to control your biology. You were all like death row inmates, waiting for the permanent death of your freedom. It was only a matter of time before you found yourself shipped off to America for auction to some unknown wealthy alpha to claim.

That's why you were so confused now.

With your heart flying, you glanced over your shoulder to see another omega from your town standing in the place where you'd been standing before. She looked as confused as you felt. Both of you wearing the camouflage-colored sweatshirts and jeans they handed out this morning. The boots they gave you were too small, squeezing your toes.

You waited by the gate, exhaling a shaky breath.

What was going to happen next?

The leader marched in your direction, stopping in front of you. The man towered over you, his gaze hard. The subtle scent of him told you he was a beta. All of the guards were.

You froze when he pulled out a small pistol. In the blink of an eye, he pressed it to the side of your neck. You flinched when he pulled the trigger, felt a sharp pinch. Then it burned. What had he shot you with?

"I'm going to open the gate," he said meaningfully. "And you're going to run across the field to the woods. If you stop running, you'll be shot."

Oh, shit.

"Once you get to the woods, you're on your own," he went on. "If you can find your way out of those woods, you're free."

Free, huh? You didn't buy it. They wouldn't have invaded your town, taken you captive, and held you for weeks just to let you go. What was going on here?

With an efficiency that was startling, he lifted the latch on the gate and pulled it open.

"Run!" he yelled.

Your body sprang into action despite the thoughts swirling around in your head, despite the burn spreading out from your neck. You sprinted out of the gate, running like hell for the woods to avoid being shot. You were winded by the time you reached the woods. Your activity had been very limited since they took you.

Fear wouldn't allow you to look back. You paused for a beat to catch your breath and then you began wandering the woods. Something told you the offer was too good to be true, that you wouldn't be allowed to just wander out of the woods to freedom. But if there was any chance you could find a way to free yourself...

You scanned the area around you wildly at first. Did you know this place? Was it close to home?

You made your way through the woods, but nothing looked familiar. As the line of trees where you'd entered the forest got farther away, you came to realize how dense and deep these woods were.

You weren't watching where you were going and collided hard with someone. Your heart flew as you stared at another captive from the facility where you'd been kept. Her eyes were wide in alarm.

"Watch it!" she hissed.

"Sorry."

When you started to go about your way, she grabbed you by the sleeve and hauled you back with her behind a huge tree trunk. You looked at her in question.

"They are hunting us," she whispered loud enough for you to hear. "Don't you get it?"

Hunting?

"What?" you mouthed.

She leaned close, getting in your ear. "There are alphas hunting us," she said. "It's just a game to them."

You stared at her in horror as you moved back. You didn't miss the perspiration on her brow, her labored breathing. Her scent was strong around both of you. Climbing warmth spread out from your neck to the rest of you. Now that you'd paused, you became aware of it. Your fear escalated as your hand flew up to cover where he'd shot you.

"What did they give us?" you asked.

The other omega glared. "What do you think?"

With horror, you realized what they'd done.

"My heat is coming on fast," she said. "Yours will too. If we stay together, the scents will be too concentrated. They'll find us easily."

You knew she was right, but your heart sank. You'd just found someone else in your situation. It would have been nice to work together, find a way out of the woods.

If you ever did. If you even could.

"Go!" she said, and you started moving.

Even though it was a cool autumn day, you were hot and it was getting worse. Your mind spun as you tried to move quickly but quietly. How many of you were they sending out? How many alphas were looking for the lot of you? What was going to happen?

You struggled to breathe through your nose, to watch where you stepped. There was a chance you'd make it out, right? Could you survive this without being found by some arrogant American alpha? You needed to keep track of your direction. Glancing up in desperation, you were looking for the position of the sun through the canopy of trees.

And that's when you spotted him.

The man perched high up in a tree, dressed in black tactical gear like the soldiers at the facility except one of his sleeves was shiny, threaded with gold. Is that how the alphas are dressed? Brown hair that just touched his shoulders framed his face.The bottom half of that face was concealed by a black mask and steely blue eyes watched you intently above it. Crouching in the tree, you couldn't tell how big he was. You hoped he wasn't fast.

You sprinted away, racing through the forest as fast you could and praying you wouldn't trip and fall. You heard him hit the ground hard. Your heart threatened to beat its way out of your chest as you just kept going, hoping he hurt himself in the fall.

The heavy sounds of his footfalls came up behind you fast. A strong arm grabbed the back of your sweatshirt and swung you around. You were shoved back against a tree hard, knocking the wind from your lungs. The edge of your vision faded to black to see the man in front of you, his blue eyes lit up in determination. He held you to the tree by your neck. When you tried to pry his hand off, you found it was unnaturally hard. It wasn't a shiny sleeve. It was a metal arm.

The man plucked the black mask off his face, dropping it to the ground as he leaned in and pressed his face into your scent glands. He took another whiff of you as you trembled in his grasp. His own scent invaded your senses: deep plum, leather, and winter forest. The scent of him pushed the growing flames burning inside you higher, your thighs clenched together, and moisture flooded your panties. Was it the chemical they gave you to provoke a heat cycle? Would you have reacted to him anyway?

Even so, he was a head taller than you with wide shoulders and long muscular limbs. His intent gaze burned into you as he held you there, struggling in his grip. You jerked as his flesh hand grabbed the waist of your jeans, plucking them open before sliding down into your panties. Your range of movement was limited as he held you by the neck against the tree. No matter how much you twisted and squirmed, you couldn't keep his seeking fingers from sliding through your heated folds on all the slick your body was producing. The slight smile that curved his mouth filled you with dread as he pulled his hand free of your denim.

All you could do was stare when he brought those fingers up to his mouth, his lips and tongue cleaning them. His low hum was a deep sound that you felt in every inch of your body. Some dark intent lit up those dark blue eyes as he focused on you.

But he wasn't saying anything.

In a flash, he threw you over his right shoulder, held in place with his flesh hand. He started moving and your stomach lurched as the woods flew past you at an unnatural speed. Your hands clutched the back of his jacket, the black leather cold under your fingers. You spotted another girl from your confinement, running from another alpha. The omega who told you what happened was further into the woods on her hands and knees, being fucked from behind by the alpha who caught her.

Adrenaline spiked your growing fear. You didn't even try to fight the beast of a man who had you. What was wrong with you?

Planting your hands on his back, you pushed off hard and fast. It worked because you surprised him, landing on the ground with a thump behind him. Pain seared your knees and elbows as you scrambled up. Now if you could be fast enough in getting away.

You dashed off, screaming when another man darted out from behind a tree and caught you in his arms. The one who held you wasn't as tall as the other man, but you could feel the muscular wall of his chest under your fingers as he held onto you. Unlike the first one, he wore a deep burgundy sweater and jeans like he was just walking through the woods. His scent was an intoxicating blend of ash, iron, and molten lava. You fought to breathe, unable to prevent yourself from pressing your face into his neck and taking a deep breath of the alpha's essence.

"Thank you, Barnes," he said, his hold on you tightening. "I'll see you back at the cabin."

Planting your hands on that chest, you tried to push back, to free yourself. This alpha with his perfectly coiffed dark hair, goatee, and deep hazel eyes chuckled as he held onto you with ease.

"Feisty," he said, startling you when he fastened a heavy metal device around your wrists with a speed that was scary. "I like it."

"No." The man behind you growled the word. You felt the heat of him behind you, his scent invaded your senses and went to your head. "She's mine."

The other alpha stiffened against you.

"Ah, no," he said confidently. "She's the one I picked out. I showed you, remember? I realize you're on the edge of a rut, buddy. But this one is mine. Go find your own."

Barnes' low growl sent a spike of fear through you. Would he accept that?

To you, the alpha who cuffed you said, "Start walking. You get more than three feet away from me and those cuffs are going to get very uncomfortable."

What?

You sped up, trying to dash away. Electric pulses sent searing pain up your arms. The pain was so acute, it took your breath away. It momentarily overpowered the biological process they'd artificially induced in you. And that was saying something.

Grabbing your elbow, he urged you to walk along next to him, in no particular hurry. A smirk formed on his handsome face as he pulled you along in the forest. You were afraid of what it might mean. You were so overwhelmed by everything, you cooperated. You didn't want to feel the pain again.

And Barnes couldn’t take you away from him without causing you a lot of pain. He wouldn’t, would he?

The lewd sounds of coupling were all around you, a macabre symphony of domination that pushed your fears higher. They were also making the powerful craving building in your body so much worse. The slick soaked your panties, your jeans, clinging to you in a sticky mess. Your core was aching, and your thighs were starting to tremble. You hadn't been given bras and the scrape of your sweatshirt against your tight nipples was impossible to ignore.

The one he'd called Barnes wasn't trying to stop you. Was he still back there? Had he gone to find another omega? It was hard to tell over the sounds of coupling and hard to focus on with waves of heat and need pulsing through your body.

As your heart raced and your breath came faster, you saw the edge of the forest ahead. He'd mentioned a cabin to Barnes. Did that mean he didn't intend to claim you in the woods? If you were now going to belong to this alpha, was he sparing you at least that indignation?

A few feet from the break in the trees, the alpha stopped you. Walking around in front of you, his gaze on your plucked-open jeans. His smile widened.

"This will make him insane," he said, reaching in and gripping your panties. They were so wet there wasn't even a rending sound as he ripped them from you, pulling them free of your jeans. Humiliation had you dropping your gaze as he brought them up to his nose. "Fucking perfect."

Why did he want to make Barnes insane?

A low whine escaped you as your pussy lips absorbed the pain of that extraction. Craving more. The alpha's expression held a touch of sympathy.

"Not much farther," he said, dropping your underwear to the forest floor. He's leaving them for the other alpha? Why? A display of dominance? "We'll take good care of you. I promise."

It wasn't lost on you that he said we.

When you emerged from the woods, at a different point than you'd entered them, you saw more armed soldiers. Another drove up in an open black cart, nodding to the alpha as he pulled you toward it.

"Everything has been arranged, Mr. Stark,"

"Thank you," he muttered.

Helping you in first, he climbed into the driver's seat, and off you went. It was a short drive until you reached what looked like an expensive resort. Yes, all the buildings were styled as rustic log cabins. But as you got closer, you saw that they were upscale and luxurious with huge shimmering windows and other fancy architectural touches that would have been expensive. If you hadn't been cramping so badly, you might have appreciated the sprawling resort.

As it was, you were in a lot of discomfort bordering on pain. By the time he pulled into the garage of the largest cabin you would see, you were shaking. The heat they'd forced on you made you desperate. The scent of him next to you had your mouth watering. You were ready to crawl into the alpha's lap even as your mind was screaming at you to fight and resist.

Reaching over, he freed you from the cuffs. His fingers felt so good as they soothed the flesh marked by the metal. His heated gaze was intent on you.

"They dosed you good, didn't they? Have you ever been through a heat before?" he asked.

“Alone,” you said, tears gathering. Frustration burned your body while your mind was spinning.

“I’m Tony. And I know you don’t think so right now,” he told you, “but you will have a good life with me. Our cubs will have a good life. You won’t want for anything.”

Dropping your head, steeling yourself against the ache, you managed to mutter, “freedom.”

“Freedom?” Tony said, his chuckle was a deep, rich sound. “You haven’t even experienced freedom yet. But you will.”

With impressive speed, he dashed around the cart and scooped you out, carrying you bridal style into the luxurious cabin. Your face pressed into his neck, breathing him in. The heat and strength of him were compelling, had you grinding your thighs together in agony.

The huge bedroom was warm, cozy. The fireplace next to the bed held a bright flame adding its glow to the soft lighting. The bedding looked sumptuous and soft. The extra blankets neatly folded on the bed had your mind spinning, wishing you’d had time in advance to work with those blankets. Get everything just right.

A cart on the other side of the bed, loaded with food. There was a basket of fruit and a small stack of protein bars. There were sweets too with cookies and pastries. The small cooler next to it was filled with ice, bottles of water.

Tony was careful in placing you on the huge bed. Smoothing a hand over your cheek, his eyes were kind. But there was something… some mischief. What was happening? He’d went to all the trouble to pluck you out of the forest.

A quick glance around the room and he sighed. “I think we’re all set.”

You were panting, a hand down in your jeans. You were burning alive from the inside and your desperate fingers on your clit couldn’t bring you relief. Your tears were bitter. Your life was being stolen by an obviously wealthy American alpha. You’d been thrown into heat against your will. Heat swallowed you. Your throat was parched.

Were you even going to survive this?

“Let’s make you more comfortable,” Tony purred, grabbing the hem of your sweatshirt and pulling it over your head. His gaze roamed over your breasts, his smile widening. He lifted a hand, barely touching one tight nipple with his fingertips.

That simple touch pulled a desperate whine from you.

“It’s okay.” That hand slid down over your ribs and darted into your jeans. When his fingers pushed in around yours and found your clit, you thought you were going to explode. You froze, taking in the delicate way he was tracing circles around that tiny bundle of nerves at your center. His lips chained kisses along your neck, the light scratch of his beard made you shiver. “You really are perfect.”

Tony moved to push your jeans down and you were frantic to help him, managing to shed the shoes and socks you wore too. His hands skimmed over your thighs as you did, the rough pads of his fingers making your crazy and surprising you all at once. Why would a wealthy alpha has rough hands?

When you were fully revealed to him, he wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, pulling you into him for a kiss. Every part of your body was on fire, aching. It didn’t speed him up. He took his time, claiming your mouth with a seeking kiss. He enticed you, tasted your lips. When he eased back, you just stared.

“What are you doing?” Your voice sounded desperate to your own ears.

Tony chuckled. “In a weird way, I’m reinstating Prima Nocta.”

You had no idea what that meant, and you didn’t care. Taking you in his arms, he took both of you further up the bed, into the small mountain of pillows at the top. His lips blazed a path over your jaw, down to your chest. When his mouth closed around one of your nipples, it was all you could do not to scream. You choked it back, losing your mind as the tip of his tongue danced around that tight little peak.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispered around it. “I want to hear you.”

You gasped as he moved down your body, his mouth cleaning the slick from the tender flesh of your inner thighs. Your hands shook as your fingers sank into his hair. You parted your legs for him, closer now to getting the relief you needed. When he got his mouth on you, you screamed long and loud. While his tongue strummed your clit with precision when it wasn’t exploring your folds, you were howling wantonly in the quiet of the cabin.

You begged for relief, pleaded for more. The alpha held you open for him easily, humming into your flesh until you thought you’d blow apart. You came the first time just from that vibration. Tony brought you off the second time on his tongue.

Tony lifted from you, pulling the sweater he wore off and revealing a dazzling display of muscles. But there were so many scars, including a nasty looking one right at the center of his chest. You were about to reach out and trace it with a finger, but he caught your chin in his hand and made you meet his gaze.

“Present for me,” he said. Not an order but a sensual request.

And you scrambled to get on all fours for him, facing the pile of pillows at the end of the bed. Tony’s hand caressed your ass, and he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“Let’s turn you around,” he whispered.

Whatever you want. You turned to face the huge picture window at the other end of the huge room. The sun was setting and smearing the sky in vivid red and orange, almost dark. You dropped down to your elbows, whining a little as you did to let him know you were still in need. The two orgasms you already had took the edge off, but everything still hurt.

You’d had a couple of lovers, betas, who you’d been happy with for a time. They’d been good lovers. You’d never been with an alpha. Tony slid easily into your weeping entrance. But the size of him… You gasped as he reached the end of you, your walls trembling to stretch around him. You wondered how it would feel when you weren’t in heat.

At the moment, it was bliss. His hands gripped your hips tightly and he began to move in you, knowing what you needed. His cock pounded into you once he established a rhythm, making you fight to stay in place for him. Your slick walls tried in vain to grip him, the slide tightening the grip lust had on you, spinning your senses.

The first howl you heard was on the edge of your awareness. It might have been Tony. It could have been you. But as Tony fucked you, the heat and lust consumed you. Your fingers clawed at the lavish bedding beneath you while your body craved more. Your heart slammed in your chest, in time with his powerful thrusts. You were panting, whining. By the time you were coming again, sensation overwhelmed you, coursing through your veins.

You dropped your head, a slave to your biology as Tony worked you from behind. You braced for him to reach his release, to knot you.

Yet, even in your chaotic state, you noticed he wasn’t in a frenzy as you were. Tony’s movements and breathing were controlled. His grip was firm but not demanding. While the string of orgasms helped quench the out-of-control flames of your heat, he wasn’t as desperate as you were.

Did he find you lacking? If you didn’t satisfy him, would you be sent back to the woods? The facility where you’d been kept for weeks?

Would they let you live?

Grabbing your hair, Tony pulled your head back up and holding you there. The move put the picture window in your view. The sun was sinking beneath the horizon and its dying rays offered enough light to see his shadow outside the window.

You saw the silhouette of the first alpha who caught you and it both terrified and excited you.

When his metal hand struck the window, cracking the glass beneath his fist, you came hard.

“Fuck yeah,” Tony growled behind you.

The world spun for you and Tony released your hair. His grip on your hips was iron-hard, almost hurt. Tony doubled down then, coming inside you as the echoes of your release went on and on until everything went black.

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Shadow By My Fireplace - Chapter 31

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Thank you again to @darkthingshappen for beta reading this and the entire series. It means a lot.

We’re in the final few chapters. There will be five or less before the story reaches its technical conclusion

CW: recovery whump, kidnapping/missing persons, panic attack, past slavery whump, reunion, emotional

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The thought occurred to Cyril while he was lying in bed that night that Sacha probably had a family that was looking for him.

After that, thoughts raced through his head and he couldn’t sleep. Though Cyril never had a family, he knew how important it was to people who did have one. It was the reason that not having one was such a loss.

Could Cyril just ask Sacha? The idea of asking Sacha directly didn’t sit well with Cyril. Sacha had reacted so badly to finding out that his captor had died. How would he react to being asked about his family and having all that uncertainty about if they still wanted him? Sacha already believed that his family wouldn’t want him. What if that was actually true?

Cyril needed to protect Sacha from that, if it was true. He didn’t want his little brother to have to go through such severe rejection when he was so vulnerable.

Though, it was Sacha’s right to know what he was doing.

Cyril’s thoughts were a mess. He got up from his bed and went to his desk, taking out a pen and paper. Soon, he started writing things down.

Sacha’s family lives near a large body of water. They’re sailors. They’re also poor.

Those were ambiguous clues at best. A lot of water folk were poor. Oswego, Rochester, Buffalo, Syracuse, and Watertown. None of them were particularly wealthy. It probably wasn’t any of the big cities though.

Maybe Sacha wasn’t from New York at all. He could be from Ohio, Michigan, Minnesota - maybe even Ontario or Quebec. With a name like “Sacha,” Cyril could believe that he was from Quebec.

Did Sacha even know where they were?

As Cyril sat in his frustration, trying to figure out a starting point, an idea popped into his head.

Sacha went missing. There was probably a missing persons report about him.

Cyril opened his laptop. The time read 1:06am. However, Cyril was wide awake. His mind was buzzing.

He quickly typed in “missing persons database” into the search bar. Soon enough, the National Missing and Unidentified Persons System flickered onto his screen. Cyril went to the tab for missing persons and began to type.

First Name: Sacha

Sex: Male

Race / Ethnicity: White / Caucasian

Height: 5’ 8”

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Hazel

By some miracle, there was only one result.

Matisse; Sacha; 19 Years; Hope; Chautauqua; NY; Male; White / Caucasian; 11/17/14

Cyril’s blood ran cold as he clicked the line and looked upon a picture of his Shadow, Sacha. He read through all the details, read the report.

Sacha had gone missing in a storm. His mother was looking for him. So was his father. His grandmother was deceased. What if Sacha had missed his chance to say goodbye? The thought didn’t sit well with Cyril.

Where is Chautauqua?

Cyril opened Google Maps. Opposite side of New York, near the Pennsylvania border. He was up near Alexandria Bay, up by the Canadian border. It was a five-hour drive. Not bad, all things considered, but still very far.

On the report, there was a phone number. His mother’s - the house line and cell phone number.

Should he call? Just to see if they were active?

Cyril decided to. If it rang, he would hang up. He dialed the number of the house line into his cell phone and hit “call.” The phone rang. Startled, Cyril quickly hung up and put his phone down.

Sacha had family and he could call them.

Cyril had to tell Sacha in the morning. Sacha needed to know. He needed to talk to his family. He needed Sacha’s family to know that their son was still alive.

Anxiety filled Cyril. What if Sacha wanted to leave to go to his family? Of course, Cyril would let him, but it would be another loss of one of his only connections to other people. Cyril would survive, yes, but he’d never be the same.

Those were thoughts for another time. He needed to sleep. His clock read 3:34am.

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Sacha could always tell when Cyril had something on his mind. Cyril was unusually tired, like he hadn’t slept enough. He kept telling Sacha that he was fine, he’d just had a bit of trouble sleeping, but Sacha was smarter than that. He knew that Cyril had something he was hiding.

However, Sacha didn’t have to be the one to bring it up. When Cyril came back inside from clearing the path to the cabin, he had words on his lips.

“Sacha, I, um,” he started. Sacha’s blood went cold. Was he kicking Sacha out now that he was doing better? Had he screwed up?

“I found your family.”

For a moment, Sacha’s heart dropped to his feet and he thought he was going to faint. Cyril came over to him and helped him to the sofa.

“W-what?” Sacha asked weakly. He was seeing stars. He could hardly think. His family wouldn’t want him, right? He was in such horrible condition. Nobody would want him. Nobody but Cyril, apparently.

“Take a few deep breaths, Sacha. Tell me some things that you can see.”

Cyril guided him through the grounding exercise with the same care he always did.

“You- you’re not looking to get rid of me, right?”

Sacha had tears in his eyes. He didn’t know what to think. Did Cyril honestly find his family? Cyril was no liar. If he said it, it had to be true.

“Sacha, please look at me.” There was untold emotion in Cyril’s eyes as Sacha looked at him. “Sacha, I would never do that. Frankly, I’m scared of you leaving me.” Cyril chuckled a bit to himself. “After we talked about what happened with me, you know, how I don’t have a family, I thought that you probably had one.”

Cyril took a breath, holding Sacha gently on the shoulders. “Your family filed a missing persons report for you four years ago. You’ve been missing four years. You’re only twenty-three,” Cyril chuckled a bit wryly. “Twenty-three and already been through so much. You’re so incredibly strong, Sacha.”

Tears formed in Sacha’s eyes. He didn’t know what to think. He didn’t know what to say.

“The phone number on the missing persons sheet still works. I don’t know if it’s still the same landline but we could try.”

A rush of adrenaline filled Sacha and he stood up suddenly.

“Let me talk to her.”

Cyril nodded a few times. “Yes. Yes, of course. Do you have your phone?”

Sacha had forgotten that he even had one. He pulled it out of his pocket and dialed the number that Cyril had pulled up on the digital file of his missing persons report.

Have they been looking for me this entire time?

Sacha could hardly believe it. He was in tears before the number was completely punched in.

The phone rang a few times before a very familiar voice picked up the phone.

“This is Clementine Matisse speaking. Who am I speaking with?”

“Maman…”

The line went quiet. More sharply, the voice came back. “Who am I speaking with?”

“Maman, it’s me. It’s Sacha. I’m safe. I’m alive. I’m okay.” It all came out at once. What was he supposed to say? After four years, he was finally speaking to his mother.

He started sobbing. “I’m safe, Maman. I’m safe. There’s so many things I want to tell you. Just, I’m safe. Okay? I’m safe.”

The line went quiet. So long that Sacha was afraid that his mother had hung up on him. She probably thought he was dead.

However, the sobbing on the other end of the line soon told him that he was very much on the line.

“Tell me,” she asked between hiccuping sobs, “Who did you have a crush on in first grade?”

Sacha laughed, flushing a bit. “Did you really have to ask?”

“Tell me who you had a crush on.”

“Olivia.”

The line went quiet. He heard someone whispering. “It’s really him.”

Both of them were quiet for a while. Then, Sacha’s mother was the one to speak. “Can we come get you?”

Sacha looked at Cyril, who was nervously watching him. Sacha smiled a bit at Cyril. “I’m up near Alex Bay, Maman. I’m safe, but I’m far away.”

“Honey, I would travel across the world to come get you. Five, six hours is nothing.”

It’s your choice to make. It sounded like something that Cyril would say, coming out of that Cyril-sounding voice in his head.

“Just tell me where. I’ll come get you.”

“I’m with someone who rescued me. I’m staying in his cabin. Let me ask him where it is exactly.”

Sacha turned to Cyril. “She wants to see me. What’s the address here?”

Cyril froze a bit, but relaxed immediately in his normal, nonchalant way. He gave Sacha his address, which Sacha quickly repeated to his mother.

“We’re getting on the road now. We’re coming to get you, sweetie. You’ll be home tonight. I-I’ll call you when we’re in Syracuse.”

Then, the line dropped.

Sacha looked at Cyril. Cyril was smiling with tears in his eyes.

“She loves you, Sacha.”

“You heard?”

“You have your speaker volume very loud.”

Sacha didn’t realize that he never turned it down in the first place.

“I-”

“It’s okay to not know what to think right now, Sacha. It’s okay.”

Sacha nodded and bit his lip. Then, he ran to Cyril and gave him a big hug, sobbing.

He was going home. He was actually going home.

Oh, how happy he’d be when he was finally in his mother’s arms.

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Note on language: “Maman” is the correct French spelling of “Mama.” The “n” is not pronounced.

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beheaded-sweets · 10 months

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Uh- well as the description says, my little sideblog here is for mostly yandere Genshin blurbs and a few requests-

I already have two writing blogs (1 main + 1 side) so I made this just to keep things organized- otherwise everything would be a mess-

Basic DNI criteria (I'm assuming people know the basic simple things), I'm not too strict on people interacting with me as long as they aren't weird or just rude- note: I am a minor

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About Me:

I'll just go by Seriko on this blog- cuz I don't want anyone from my other blogs to find me help-

Minor - 15

Japanese + American-Canadian (1/2, 1/4, 1/4)

Pan- gender idk just whatever ig

INTJ/ENTJ (I was like 52% I and 48% E so I like to say ANTJ for ambivert cuz I have traits for both help-)

ADHD

My favourite region is Inazuma- a little obv ngl

I don't play Genshin anymore due to storage + idk just not into the game and more into the characters (I played from 1.0 - 3.0)

My favourite characters rn are: Childe, Scaramouche (No I don't call him Wanderer), Itto, Ayato, and Yunjin. (Bold = main)

The biggest fucking nerd for classical music and composers

I WILL SHITPOST + POST ABOUT RANDOM THINGS

About My Writing:

Mostly Yandere writer- just cuz I'm good at it than anything else

No smexy time bcs I'm gonna get cancelled if I even tried- so yeah no not happening.

I'm not one to write long stories or pieces in general- just because my organization can get shitty- really shitty. I try to keep it at headcanons, blurbs, and longer pieces are like 1k-3k depending on the matter. If I know the plot isn't bad I could probably write more honestly.

My writing does have topics like manipulation, blood, murder and you know- the things you would perhaps see in anything yandere related. If you don't like this then please take your leave because I do try to ensure I put warnings down for everything.

Unless specifically requested for male or female MC I keep my MC genderneutral-

I'll take like 3 requests at a time- since as you know, I have 2 other blogs and I have like...25 requests in total on my main. So I think you can understand the low number. That being said, it might take me a while- depending on how busy I am on my main and my life.

A few guidelines in case someone requests something:

Please put detail if you can- it makes the writing process faster and makes my planning easier, and more well-defined.

This isn't needed, but just so I have a better idea- put like a horror rating of 1-10. On my main ppl have asked me to go heavier on the horror and I'm not sure how far I should go- so just cuz. Yes, it is absolutely ok to put a 1.

For characters coded children will only be written platonically (Ex. Qiqi, Diona)- this doesn't include the teens (Ex. Razor, Xiangling)

I've like barely touched Sumeru lore surprisingly and haven't watched gameplay of the main quests so- I need to catch up really badly. That being said, any Sumeru characters I will research heavily before I dare write for them.

Put either romantic or platonic on your requests please- otherwise I will hold myself back on the romantic and barely write anything remotely romantic- (my main has caused me a lot of weird habits help-)

This isn't the biggest thing- but if you want to specify fic, headcanons, blurb, please do so!

Extra:

If you want to talk to a random writer then go ahead- I'm an avid chatterbox!

Brainrot is brainrot. Give me or I will choke it out of you /j

I love mutuals- so if you wanna be a mutual sure- please do interact with me a few times before tho just so we aren't complete strangers-

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Dalia Kim or Kim Kyungmi (korean: 김 경미; born September 1st, 1997), known professionally by her stage name Dalia, is a fictional Canadian-Korean rapper and model. She debuted in the co-ed group The Boyz in December 2017 under Cre.Ker Entertainment.

Disclaimer: This work is purely fictional and does not represent any idols real personality or action. Please consider this while reading all of my work. Thank you and have fun.

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Hi, congrats on 1000 subs! ♡

BTW I'm sorry if there is any mistakes it's my first time requesting and english isn't my first language.

1.My pronouns: he/they

2.Fandom: attack on titan, obey!me and tokyo revengers

3.Gender I prefer be match-up with: male characters

4.Romantic match-up

5.I'm ENTP

6.I don't know a lot about Zodiac sign but I'm Taurus

7.Someone understanding, patient but that is ready to put me back on the right track, someone who I can talk to about something I like and listen to me, communication, having fun, have high morals

8.I don't really have one but longs hairs are nice

9.I joke around a lot, I'm really mature emotionally, I have high morals but I still know when it reaches a limit, I always try my best to understand and support others while keeping up boundaries or/and a reminder to go back and what the person needs other than talk, I'm an ambivert, I also like to play around when I'm not telling jokes, I can be loud sometimes and repeat a lot

10.I love reading, sleeping, explore new things, I have a liking for science

11.I worked in retail, I graduated highschool in 2022 and I'm in cegep where I'm studying to go to university in 2 years (I study french litterature) , my room is my safe place, my bsf and is my favorite person, I have a lot of siblings, I have ADHD, I have glasses, I want to become a teacher, I have a good friend group not to big but it's not just 1-2 people, I'm half Canadian/Italian, I have a lot of issues like anxiety, depression things like that

12. For AOT I would like what they do when our anxiety gets bad, for Obey!Me I would like what they do when you have a fight with your family and for tokyo revengers what they do when you overwork yourself because of school

Thanks a lot have a great day/night! ♡☆

1000 Follower Event Matchup #19

This event is CLOSED. You can see the masterlist here.

Note: Yup here you are :) sorry for taking so long. Hope you enjoy.

I match you with: ARMIN, LUCIFER, and MITSUYA

Runner-ups are: Jean, Beel, Draken

Armin:

I think Armin would be a great match with you

He’s caring and intelligent; definitely checks your box of being understanding and patient

You can talk to him about literally anything and he’ll give you the best advice to help you get through your worst moments

He loves how you hold yourself and I think in a way you’d both benefit from each other

You help him open up more and he keeps you grounded

What does he do when your anxiety gets bad?

He’ll take you somewhere where there aren’t a lot of people so it’s just the two of you

He’d hold your hand and probably tell you stories of the world outside the walls, a world of freedom that has scenes of beautiful things you’d never seen within the walls

Really just wants to calm you down and distract your mind from your anxious thoughts

Sneaks you some of your favorite food and watches you happily once you’re feeling more calm

Lucifer:

Is this a shocking choice?

Idk but I think you’d be cute together

Luci loves having long conversations with you, he’s loves how your mind works and you always manage to keep him thinking and viewing things in a different way

He loves the way your glasses look on you, he thinks they make you look extra studious and cute (he also wears glasses whenever he’s in his office so you match!)

What does he do when you have a fight with your family?

He instantly provides you with a space place with him

You’re from the human world and if you’re ever there when you have a fight with you parents, he appears before you instantly and takes you away to the Devildom with him

You’re his special person, he won’t tolerate anyone bringing you down, even if it was your parents

Once you think things through though he’s be ready to take you back home so you can sort things out

He’s ready to step in if things get out of control again

Mitsuya:

And lastly I think Mitsuya would be a great match with you as well

He’s super understanding and patient, I think he manages to understand what you want to say or so without you ever having to say anything…he just knows

He’s your biggest supporter through everything, including your dream to become a teacher one day

Mitsuya is always encouraging you and can’t wait to see you with your own classroom filled with students one day.

What does he do when you overwork yourself?

Well if he sees you constantly studying without taking breaks he shows up at your place and forces you to relax for a bit

He’s pull your books aside and have you focus on something else for a while, whether it he on him or getting out out there house for a few minutes

The last thing he wants is for you to harm yourself while studying, everything needs a break to do well. Overworking will just hold you back and make you sick overtime

So Mitsuya makes sure to keep an eye on you at all times (not in an overwhelming way, but he watches over you to make sure you’re doing well and keeping a healthy balance of studying and relaxing time)

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REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Posted: 6/2/2023

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I can't afford a computer/laptop so mobile quality is the best you get.

Masterlist(s) near the end.

About me & this blog!

Sour or Lemon, 19, any pronouns (primarily she/her)

Aro/Lesbian

French-Canadian

I like a lot of fandoms but mostly JJK, PtN, and Genshin

This is primarily NSFW but some SFW if requested

Female and N/B characters only as I am uncomfortable writing NSFW for male characters

Please do not repost anything I may post on other sites

Rules

What I won't write

Non-con/dub-con

Furry (ears and tail are fine, but no full fur or animal-like genitalia)

Loli Characters & Loli S/O

Male S/O or F/M

Personalized requests (like you're name)

Poc/religious/trans S/O or HCs. As a white person with no religious background, this is not my place and I do not feel comfortable writing these. For the trans part, I may be agender, but I don't feel it's my place to write for people with those specific identities.

Self-harm, EDs, and most mental disorders. Only ones I'm comfortable writing about, which are the ones I have, are Autism, ADHD, and Depression.

Parent/child Incest (MDLG is fine as long as the aren't related)

What I will write

All kinks I'm familiar with (I'm allowed to deny ones that make me uncomfortable, but that bar is pretty low ngl)

Sensitively topics not mentioned above

Age-gap

Incest (Twin, Sibling, etc, as long as it doesn't break the no Loli or parent/child rules)

Adult/Minor, Teacher/Student, that kinda stuff (I.e Utahime X Mai) (This may have heavy restrictions, and I may just straight up deny a request, but I typically don't mind)

Futa is fine for characters, but unless you specifically ask for it, it will not be assumed

HC & One-Shot Rules

HCs for five characters max

One-Shots for two characters max

Clarify if you want NB S/O or Reader, as fem is always assumed.

One-shots may be a lot slower and/or I may just not get to it. They require a lot more effort and quite frankly my attention span is horrible.

Fandoms + Masterlists

Will add/erase some if I want too

Jujutsu Kaisen

Kimetsu no Yaiba

Genshin Impact

Avatar, The Last Airbender

Mairmashita Iruma-kun

Hunter X Hunter

Love Live School Idol Festival

Love Live Sunshine

Danganronpa

Magical Girl Raising Project

Bocchi the Rock

Path To Nowhere

Off-Characters

Will add/erase some if I want too

Yor Forger (SxF)

Fiona Frost (SxF)

Queen Hiling (Ranking of Kings)

Isabella (TPN)

Haruhi Fujioka (OHSHC)

Verosika (Helluva Boss)

Jaehee (Mystic Messenger)

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beautifulfaaces · 4 years

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Male Canadians Masterlist

2000s

Charles Vandervaart

Christian Martyn

Drew Davis

Finn Wolfhard

Grayson Maxwell Gurnsey

Jakob Davies

Mason McKenzie

D’Pharaoh Woon-A-Tai

Valin Shinyei

90s

A.J. Saudin

Adam DiMarco

Adonis Bosso

Alex Ferris

Alex Zaichkowski

Alexander Calvert

Alexander Eling

Alexander Ludwig

Andre Dae Kim

Antonio Marziale

Atticus Mitchell

Avan Jogia

Austin MacDonald

Brandon Jay McLaren

Brendan Meyer

Brennan Clost

Brett Dier

Burkely Duffield

Calum Worthy

Cameron Bright

Charlie Gillespie

Cody Kearsley

Connor Jessup

Connor Price

Damian Romeo

Daniel Diemer

Daniel Doheny

DeShaun Clarke

Devon Bostick

Drew Ray Tanner

Dylan Everett

Dylan Playfair

Eric Osborne

Gabriel Darku

Gage Munroe

Jesse Carere

Jordan Connor

Kai Bradbury

Lamar Johnson

Landon Liboiron

Mason Temple

Owen Best

Rhys Matthew Bond

Richard Harmon

Rico Paris

Shane Harte

Théodore Pellerin

Zac Vran

Zachary Gibson

80s

Adam Butcher

Andrew Bachelor

Antoni Porowski

Argiris Karras

Arleo Dordar

Beau Mirchoff

Benjamin Breault

Ben Hollingsworth

Bronson Pelletier

Chad Connell

Cory Monteith

Dan Beirne

Darren Mann

Douglas Smith

Drew Seeley

Erik Knudsen

Francois Arnaud

Godfrey Gao

Jedidiah Goodacre

Jeffrey Bowyer-Chapman

Joseph Cannata

Justin Chatwin

Kristopher Turner

Kyle Schmid

Madison Smith

Marc André Grondin

Manny Jacinto

Marshall Williams

Mike Lobel

Neal Bledsoe

Niall Matter

Niels Schneider

Noel Fisher

Nolan Gerard Funk

Patrick J. Adams

Randal Edwards

Raymond Ablack

Robbie Amell

Stephen Amell

Steve Lund

Yani Gellman

70s

Aaron Ashmore

Adam Beach

Aden Young

Adrian Holmes

Alessandro Juliani

Allan Hawco

Andrew Walker

Brendan Fehr

Brendan Penny

Brennan Elliott

Chris William Martin

Christian Campbell

Colin Lawrence

Dan Payne

David Julian Hirsh

Demore Barnes

Diego Klattenhoff

Dion Johnstone

Ennis Esmer

Joshua Jackson

Jonathan Scarfe

JR Bourne

Kris Holden-Reid

Michael Torontow

Michael Shanks

Patrick Sabongui

Paulo Costanzo

Ryan Reynolds

Scott Speedman

Shawn Ashmore

Tyler Labine

Wesley French

Yanic Truesdale

Zane Holtz

60s

Bruce Ramsay

David Sutcliffe

Elias Koteas

James McGowan

Keanu Reeves

Mark Camacho

Matthew Perry

Michael Riley

Sebastian Spence

Yannick Bisson

50s

Eric Keenleyside

Henry Czerny

Kevin McNulty

20s

Christopher Plummer

Leslie Nielsen

Unknown Birthday

Adam Capriolo

Anthony Lemke

Connor Laidman

Fletcher Donovan

Marlon Kazadi

Thomas Elms

#2000s male canadian #90s male canadian #80s male canadian #70s male canadian #50s male canadian #masterlist #masterlist: male canadians

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albertasunrise · 2 years

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Fat Friend - Part 5

Masterlist

Summary: You were the fat friend. You knew that. Accepted it and got on with your life. You weren't the one guys wanted to date or the one that got hit on at parties. You were, however, Javier Peña's best friend and that made you untouchable. Until he plays matchmaker and your whole life changes.

Relationships: Javier Peña x Lorraine (Mentioned), Original 'Male' Character x Reader

Warnings: Angst... This chapter's pretty heavy folks but shit'll make more sense hopefully...

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

One Month Prior...

Javier was sitting at his father's table scratching into a notebook when Chucho entered, his brow furrowed in concentration when he paused and that's when he caught the older Peña's eye.

"What are you doing?" Chucho enquired as he made his way to the sink to wash away the dirt from his daily duties.

"Writing a list of names I like for the baby," Javier said with a shrug, going back to his task.

"How are things between you?" Chucho questioned and Javier winced "That bad huh?"

"I just keep doing everything wrong." Javier groaned, throwing his pen down and watching it clatter on the wooden surface "The past month I've tried so hard to help her prepare and each time I learn Luke's already done it. Who the fuck does he think he is?"

"Her boyfriend Mijo."

"But I'm the father." He snapped "I should get to help her. Get things ready for when my child arrived but instead Lucas Brown gets to experience that all with her. It's just shit pops."

"It is shit." Chucho agreed "And I do think Luke should back off a little but at the same time, you've hurt her beyond belief and he's helped her start to heal... Are you really all that surprised that she's letting him help her with all this. Her trust in you's broken Javi."

"I've tried dad. I explained why I was so silent when I went back. Apologised for everything and before I went back I did genuinely think we might have turned a corner but then I come back and she's fucking someone else."

He paused, staring at the names that he'd written in his notebook before settling on the one that stood out the most to him. He circled it several times before slamming the book shut and looking at his father again.

"I love her pops." The agent piped up, tears flowing freely now "I love her so much that it's killing me to see her with him. At least with Scott, I knew she was being treated well but with Luke... I know nothing about the guy."

"He's a good kid." Chucho piped up and Javier Scoffed "But if you love her... You need to fight for her."

"I am fighting for her." He argued and Chucho shook his head.

"Not hart enough." He paused, taking in his son's expression before placing the final piece of the puzzle "Go see him."

A few weeks later...

It took him a while to find what he was looking for amongst the Myriad of stones that littered his path, each one of them carved with names and some he recognised but most he didn't. When he finally came to a stop at the one he was looking for he took a few steadying breathes before he stepped closer. His eyes scanned over the marble headstone, two roses carved at its head representing your marriage or so he assumed.

Here lies

Scott James Williams

Loving father and Husband

It was a simple piece.

No cliche words about how he'd be missed by all.

No that wasn't Scott, he wouldn't have wanted that. So that's why Javier hadn't come with flowers, he brought a bottle of Scotts Favourite Beer. Molson, the Canadian Budd as he used to call it.

"Hey, brother." He started, looking around and noting there was a bench sat directly behind him "Sorry I haven't come sooner, I uh... Well, let's say I've been busy making a mess of things." Javier let out a breathy chuckle at that "I uh... I wanted to come and talk to you about Pétalo. I kinda fucked things up with her and I think it's partly because I feel like I'm betraying you, man. I'm sabotaging everything because I need your blessing." he paused, shivering at the slight chill that ran through the air before his eyes drifted to the small headstone beside Scotts. This one had a football carved at the top and its base was littered with toys and frames of friends and family.

Here lies

Jacob Javier Williams

The kindest soul to have graced this earth.

"I'm glad you have each other." He said after a moments pause "I um... I suppose I should stop beating about the bush hey?" He let out another awkward chuckle before he signed and scrubbed a hand over his face "I love her Scott. Been in love with her since we were teenagers. Took you two getting pregnant for me to realise that but I knew you were good for her so I left it. Went to Colombia and devoted 7 years of my life to taking down the devil himself. Then I come back and learn that you and Jake have gone and well... Shit Scott it tore me up inside." He paused for a moment to open his beer before continuing "I had this friend in Colombia, Steve Murphy, Hilbilly, you would have liked him anyway, he was the one person that kept me straight and kept me alive out there so I could get back to you all but then you were... you're..." He choked on the words, unable to say them and so he took a long swig of his beer to clear the tightness.

"We sorta became an item when I returned - after she'd kicked my ass about leaving of course - and well we're expecting a baby together. I'm so excited man but I'm also terrified. Terrified I won't be a good father, that I won't do right by her -Oh it's a girl by the way - and terrified that you'll hate me for stealing your wife." He cried then, openly.

Everything he'd been bottling up since returning from Colombia the first time came tumbling out and he sat there for what felt like hours talking to the headstone of his best friend.

"I brought you and Jake something." He said as he pushed himself from the bench he'd been sitting on "You favourite brother." He said as he opened the beer and poured it onto Scottks grave "Enjoy your Canadian Budd." He said before placing the empty bottle beside the headstone "And I got this for you, Jake." He said as he pulled out a stuffed Hippo "I remember you really liked them after I took you to the zoo before I left. You know the guy I went to hunt in Colombia had some pet Hippos. Damn things are causing havoc now." He said as he placed the toy down next to the collection of others "I love you, little buddy." He finished before kissing the tips of his fingers and placing them on the top of his headstone.

"I know you probably can't hear me but I'd really like to know if I have your blessing brother." He said as he stood back from Jacobs grave to stare at Scott's again "I love her, I want to marry and I want a family with her but I can't do it if you hate me so if you could just give me some sort of sign..."

Nothing.

"Figured." Javier scoffed as he shook his head.

He stood there staring at the two of them before he finally left, feeling a little lighter than he had before. He knew that he had to do know, what he needed to say. He just hoped he wasn't too late. So driving to your place, he practised over and over what he was going to tell you. The closer he got, the more nervous he became about how you were going to react but he deserved to say his piece. He'd made mistakes but he wanted to make good.

He was less than ten minutes away when the car hit. Pushing him into further traffic and sandwiching him between two other vehicles then made it impossible for him to move, to get free. As the shock of what happened wore off, the pain came. Excruciating and consuming and as his eyes started to drift he thought he caught a glimpse of someone watching him from outside the car. A face he never thought he'd see again.

"Scott." He whispered before everything went black.

One month later...

You'd sat vigil at Javier's side for a month now. Chucho and Luke took it in turns to bring and take the baby but you remained. Chucho would join for a while, pushing you to eat and drink every few hours and to nurse your ravenous child.

"Have you named her yet?" The older Peña asked as he rocked his sleeping granddaughter in his arms, amazed at home much she'd already grown.

"No." You replied "Javier and I need to do that together."

"Mija..."

"He'll wake up and we will do it together Chucho." You growled.

"It's been a month. You need to register her."

"If I register her, I can't put him on the birth certificate."

"You can add him later." Chucho pushed and you snapped.

"I can't leave him Chucho." You growled, "I did this so I need to stay with him."

"How did you do this?" He questioned, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Well, he was coming to see me wasn't he?" You snapped "If he hadn't been, if I hadn't been so cold to him this past month then none of this would have happened."

"You can't think that way Mija." He said softly as he placed a comforting hand on yours "I want you to see something." He said as he pulled a small notebook from his pocket, careful not to jostle the baby "Here." He said as he opened it to the page in question and handed it to you.

Your eyes scanned the page, a list of names written in what's clearly Javier's handwriting and then your eyes settle on the one he'd circled.

Flor.

Your heart tightened in your chest as you looked at the older Peña.

"You have to register her Mija, you can't put it off any longer but perhaps you can do this for him." He suggested and you smiled, looking down at your daughter in his arms.

"Flor." You said with a nod "I think it suits her."

"I agree."

"Our Little flower."

"I'll stay with him. You make the arrangements to register her." He said and he gave your shoulder a friendly nudge "I'll call you if anything happens."

Another month later...

Another month had passed and still no change. He showed no signs of waking but you knew he was still in here. He just needed to rest awhile.

"You should see how big Flor's getting." You gushed as you looked down at the child in question, suckling at your breast as she babbled away "She's a chatty eater too."

"Mumma look." Layla squealed as Luke walked her into the room "I drew Jabi a picture of us all." She held the paper up with great pride as she sprinted to her mum.

At 3 now she was constantly on the go. You could barely keep up with her and you felt guilty for not being there as much as you should have been the first month Javier had been in his coma. Chucho had talked some sense into you though and now you managed to split your time between the hospital and home, even getting some writing in and getting your latest book to the publisher only 2 weeks late.

"That's great honey." You gushed, kissing her head before smiling up at Luke "Hey you." You said as he pecked your lips.

"Can I cuddle Jabi?"

"Oh no honey, he's a little fragile at the moment." You said, smiling when your daughter pushed her bottom lips out and pouted.

"I'll be careful I promise." She pushed "A cuddle might make him better."

You smiled at that. She was just as kind a soul as her brother had been at her age. Always wanting to help, to make people smile and never asking for a thing in return.

"Okay but you need to be mindful of his wires." You warned "And if the nurse says you need to get down then you do okay? Now sulking."

Layla nodded excitedly, grabbed the edge of the bed and then proceeded to jump on the spot in order to get up before Luke finally put her out of her misery. She then carefully moved herself into position. Thank Luke when he gently lifted Javier's arm so she could curl into his side. The sight made you ache. This was all just so wrong.

2 months.

2 months Javier had missed of his infant daughters life so far. She already had such a strong neck and prefered to be in her carrier so that she could look around than in her pram where the world was hidden from her. Her hair had started to curl and you knew she was going to have Javier's hair, probably his eyes too and you so sorely wanted him to wake up. To see this perfect little being that he'd helped create but still, he remained frozen in time. You'd seen the faces the doctors and nurses pulled when they came to see him. You knew he wasn't getting any better. You also knew that the longer he remained this way the less likely he was to wake up at all. You've done your research. Coma patients had a high mortality rate but they didn't seem to want to tell you what was going on.

You just wanted to know what was going on.

"Grampa Chucho came over today." Said Luke as he sat down beside you "Brought a load of baby bits he'd got and has been given by Javi's family."

"That's nice of them." You said sweetly as you moved Flor to your other breast, grinning when she latched eagerly.

"Yeah, they uh... they're all really excited about you two and this baby."

"Us two?" You questioned, brow raising a little.

"I think we both know that you love him, babe." He said, taking you by surprise "'I've been wanting to talk to you about this for a while but it never seemed like the right time."

"About what?"

"That I need to step away from this." He stated, "From us."

"Luke, are you breaking up with me?"

"I love you." He continued, taking your free hand in his "And I'm pretty sure you love me too-"

"I do." You choked, stopping when he help his finger up to stop you.

"But you're in love with him." He paused, giving you a sad smile "You've sat by his bedside every day for two months. I heard what you said to him."

Two months earlier...

Alarms blared. Your baby screamed in your arms as doctors flooded the room and pushed you to one side. Then it was a flurry of movement, nurses prepping him and doctors shouting out orders before his body was arching off the bed as they shocked him.

"Javi please." You sobbed, washing as he was shocked again and cradling your daughter close.

She didn't need to see this.

He was shocked again and still, nothing happened. The nurses desperately pumping air into his lungs before the doctors started pumping Javi's bare chest.

"Javi please." You sobbed a little louder, watching his body rock limply as they desperately tried to bring him back "Javier I love you, please... Come back to me." You screamed and then...

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"He's back." The doctor stated and you fell to your knees sobbing.

Your heart sunk at the memory. How close you'd gotten to losing him and the pain you'd felt as you'd watched them try and shock his heart into life again.

"I'm not mad baby." He assures you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze "I enjoyed our time together... it was more than I could have hoped for but you need to focus on your family. On him." He continued as he motioned at the unconscious agent in his bed "You owe it to your family to see whether you can make it work. If not... you know where I am." He finished with a wink and you smiled.

"Okay." You nodded.

"Okay."

2 weeks later...

Everything returned gradually.

First, it was sounds. Voices and machines created a confusing symphony before he drifted off again.

Sensations returned later. Touches here and there. The uncomfortable feeling of something breathing for him and the feeling of something warm against his side but those sensations were fleeting and soon he was drifting again.

When he was next aware, he noted that the uncomfortable feeling in his throat had gone and was replaced with a cool feeling of air being pushed into his nose.

I'm in hospital then He thought to himself as he tried to zero in on something, anything to pull him to the surface and just when he'd lost all hope, he found it.

A baby's cries.

...

You felt his hand twitch in yours and you were immediately on your feet, placing a furious Flor into her pram before returning your attention to Javier.

"Javi?" You said as you cupped his cheek "Javi can you hear me?"

His eyes fluttered and you let out a wet chuckle as you watched his lids crack open and reveal those beautiful brown orbs that you'd missed so much.

"Hey, you."

He took a little while to come around. Enough time that you were able to get Flor settled and inform Chucho and the world that Javier Peña was awake. You were then forced out as the doctors and nurses did their checks and when you were finally allowed back into the room, the agent was propped up in his bed with a severe expression painting across his face.

"Hey." You pipped up as you gingerly stepped inside and smiled when he turned his head to look at you "How are you feeling."

"Weak." Javier rasped, his voice hoarse from disuse "Tired."

"I bet." You replied, leaning over the pram to check on Flor before making your way to his side "You scared the shit out of me Peña." You mumbled as you perched on the edge of his bed and pressed your forehead against his "I thought I'd lost you."

"I'm here." He breathed, closing his eyes and revelling in the moment "Where's Luke?" He asked when you pulled away and you sighed.

"We broke up." replied.

"Why?"

"Because I'm not in love with him." You stated plainly "I'm in love with you and he could see that."

"But you said..."

"I know what I said and I didn't mean a word of it." You interrupted "I was pissed at you but I treated you horribly and I'm so sorry."

He nodded and you smiled again.

"He gave us his blessing to be together." You continued "Said we should try and see if we can make this crazy family work."

Blessing.

That was the word that brought it all tumbling back.

The cemetery. Scott's grave. The accident. It all came back like a wave pulling him under and your brows furrowed as you watched him fight to make sense of it all.

"Javi?"

"We can't be together." He said and your stomach twisted "I went to see Scott. Asked him for his blessing but he didn't give it." He continued.

"Javi what do you mean he didn't give it?" You pushed "Scotts gone."

"I saw him. I saw him outside the car. Stood there shaking his head at me and he uttered one word to me. One word Pètalo." He said, his whole body trembling as he spoke.

"What?" You asked, cupping his face and pulling it toward you so that your eyes lock "What word Javi?"

"No."

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