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All For Us - Pt. 2 (Lewis Hamilton SMAU)

SUMMARY: Lewis Hamilton secretly dates an older woman with a daughter and the public slowly starts connecting the dots. [smau w/narrative]

PAIRINGS: Sir Lewis Hamilton x influencer!OC Bree King (faceclaim is Sasha Exeter)

WARNINGS: verbal/emotional abuse from an ex, drama, age gap romance (Bree is 2 years older than Lewis), formula one b.s., pre-established relationship, step-daddy Lewis. PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS!!

READ THE FIRST PART: here.....part three coming soon

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A/N: Read the warnings!! Please let me know if you want to be added/removed from the taglist. The headers/dividers are by @inklore

The final race weekend of the season in Abu Dhabi had been a whirlwind of excitement so far for Bree, Lewis, and Sloane. They'd spent the last few days exploring the city's iconic sights and immersing themselves in the rich cultural experiences.

One highlight was visiting the stunning Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque, its towering domes and intricate mosaics leaving them all awestruck. Sloane had been uncharacteristically quiet and well-behaved as their guide explained the significance of the sacred place.

"It's so pretty, Mommy," she'd whispered, eyes wide with wonder. "Like a palace for angels."

Lewis had gathered them both close, dropping kisses on each of their heads with a warm smile.

Another memorable experience was Lewis' daring skydive over the Palm Jumeirah islands. Bree's heart had lodged in her throat as she watched him exit the plane, that wildly free spirit of his on full display. But soon, his bright orange parachute had blossomed, carrying him down safely to the ground.

"That was amazing!" he'd crowed upon rejoining them, scooping Sloane up into his arms. His face was flushed with adrenaline, eyes sparkling. "Your turn next time, princess!"

Sloane had merely giggled and shaken her head adamantly at the idea.

After Lewis' free practice session and media duties were over, he surprised Bree and Sloane by taking them to a beautiful horse ranch just outside the city. Sloane had recently become fascinated with horses, and her eyes grew wide with excitement when they pulled up to the sprawling stables.

"We're really going to see the horsies?" she asked, gripping Lewis' hand tightly as they walked through the entrance.

Lewis grinned down at her. "Of course, princess. Anything for you."

A shriek of pure joy escaped Sloane as they approached the stalls, the gentle giants peering out at the newcomers with curiosity. She raced ahead, eager little hands outstretched to pat their velvety noses.

Bree hung back, content to watch the joyful scene unfold before her. Seeing Lewis and Sloane together filled her heart to bursting. He doted on her daughter so naturally, as if she were his own flesh and blood.

A little while later, Sloane was confidently mounted on a sweet pony, listening raptly to the trainer's instructions as they walked the paddock area. Lewis settled on a nearby bench, draping his arm around Bree's shoulders as they observed her daughter's riding lesson.

"She's a natural, isn't she?" he murmured, pride coloring his rich tone.

Bree hummed in agreement, leaning her head against his solid chest. "She really is. You may have started something here."

"Well in that case..." Lewis paused, turning his head to press a kiss to her hair. "I'm going to buy her a pony."

Bree's head whipped up, eyes widening. "No way. Lewis, you can't just buy Sloane a whole pony!"

He arched one brow stubbornly. "Why not? She's taken to it so well."

"Because!" Bree protested with an exasperated laugh. "She's eight years old. What are you trying to do, spoil her rotten?"

"Yes," Lewis stated simply, that infuriatingly handsome smirk playing over his lips. "Why can't I spoil my princess?" Bree opened her mouth to argue, but Lewis kept talking. "Sloane wants to get serious about riding, yeah? So let's nurture that talent. She could be an Olympian someday if she sticks with it."

Bree bit her lower lip, wavering. He did have a point - her daughter was displaying a remarkable natural ability.

"Let's just...think about it, okay?" she hedged. "This is a huge responsibility, not some passing toy phase."

Lewis made a show of mulling it over, but the obstinate glint in his eyes told Bree the decision was already made in his mind.

"Alright, alright," he conceded airily. "But I don't know, love...Sloane might be getting that pony after all."

Early December brought the first flurries of snow to the ground as Sloane celebrated her 9th birthday. Bree had gone all out with a Parisian theme, inspired by their summer trip to France.

Lewis was on kid-wrangling duty, making sure the gaggle of energetic children didn't inadvertently break anything in Bree's tastefully decorated townhome. As Bree emerged from the kitchen with a fresh round of juice boxes and snacks, the doorbell rang insistently.

"Can someone get that?" she called out. When it rang again, she sighed and carefully made her way through the living room.

In the corner, Lewis was engaged in an elaborate tea party with Sloane and a few of her friends. The other mothers in attendance openly ogled his athletic frame, seeming entranced by his easy interactions with the children. Bree just shook her head at their antics.

Opening the front door revealed her ex-husband Tom, present in hand with a young woman at his side. Bree's eyes immediately raked over the girl - she couldn't have been more than a few years out of college at most.

"Bree," Tom greeted stiffly.

"Tom." She kept her tone clipped. "Sloane's inside."

Stepping aside, she allowed them entry. No sooner had they crossed the threshold than Lewis materialized with Sloane perched on his back, her giggles filling the air.

"Babe, I think we need more crepes—" His words cut off as he caught sight of Tom, the two men sizing each other up.

"Lewis," said her ex-husband with a tightlipped smile.

"Tom," nodded Lewis in a flat tone, his facial features void of any emotion.

Since that fateful phone call months ago, Sloane's father had kept any communication with Bree brief and to the point - something Lewis silently approved of.

Bree's ex was a middle-aged white man, his dark hair showing hints of distinguished silver at the temples. As Lewis set Sloane down, the little girl rushed to hug her dad before pulling back, brows furrowed suspiciously at the young woman.

"Who are you?" she asked bluntly.

The woman flushed, mouth opening and closing. "I...um..."

"This is Talia, sweetheart," Tom supplied quickly. "Daddy's...friend."

Sloane slanted the woman a calculating look that seemed far too mature for her young age. Then, without another word, she whirled and rejoined her friends.

Soon it was time for the birthday festivities. As Sloane blew out her candles amid a chorus of off-key singing, she tore into her gifts with unbridled glee.

Tom's present was an exquisitely detailed dollhouse, complete with miniature furnishings and figurines. Sloane's eyes shone as she examined every facet of the ornate toy intently.

"My turn next, princess," Lewis announced with a wink. "But you'll need to put your coat on for this one."

The children immediately began scrambling to bundle up, parental chaperones trailing behind curiously. Once outside, Lewis led them around to the front of the house where an elderly handler stood beside a gorgeous chestnut pony, all saddled up and ready to go.

Sloane's shriek of pure delight was like music to Lewis' ears. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks as she dashed forward to stroke the pony's back, whispering hushed greetings.

Quick as a flash, she pivoted and launched herself at Lewis, deceptively strong little arms locked around his neck.

"Thank you, thank you!" she cried, squeezing tightly. "This is the bestest birthday present ever!"

Over Sloane's shoulder, Bree beamed, heart swelling at the scene. But something in her peripheral vision caught her attention - her ex-husband, face mottled with rage, hands balled into white-knuckled fists at his sides.

She knew that look all too well from their marriage. This wasn't something he would simply forget or let go. Bree swallowed hard, trying to shake off the ominous chill that swept over her despite Sloane's obvious elation.

Oh no, she thought anxiously.

In the weeks following Sloane's birthday, things took an odd turn with her ex. He stopped responding to her texts and messages, leaving their child increasingly confused and hurt. When the scheduled week after Christmas for Sloane to stay with him came around, Tom was a complete no-show, ghosting his own daughter.

Bree was incredulous, barely able to contain her outrage at Tom's selfish behavior. She immediately forwarded copies of all her attempted communications to her lawyers, though it did little to soothe her anger. With nothing else to be done, Bree decided a change of scenery was in order for the holidays.

"How would you like to join Lewis and me in Brazil, baby girl?" she asked Sloane, who immediately perked up at the suggestion.

Lewis was overjoyed when they arrived, sweeping Sloane up into his arms with a rumbling laugh. "There're my two favorite ladies! Ready for some fun in the sun?"

Their time in Brazil was like a dream. After visiting Sao Paulo, they made their way to the beaches of Rio de Janeiro, taking in all the iconic sights along the way.

While Bree treated herself to a well-deserved spa day at their posh beachfront hotel, Lewis took Sloane out to experience more of the city's wonders. His original plan was a solo outing…but having Sloane there somehow made it even more special.

"Where are we going?" Sloane asked, skipping excitedly beside him as they wandered the upscale shopping district.

Lewis winked down at her. "You'll see, princess. It's a surprise for your mum."

When they arrived at the iconic Tiffany & Co storefront, comprehension blossomed over Sloane's face. She gasped, delighted giggles bubbling up.

"We're getting Mommy a ring!" she whispered conspiratorially.

Lewis just grinned and led her inside, informing the sales associate that he had an appointment. They were ushered into a private viewing room where a jewelry expert awaited with several trays of glittering ring selections.

Sloane immediately clambered into the chair beside Lewis, back ramrod straight with the importance of her role. As the sales associate took their drink orders, she piped up, "Apple juice on the rocks, please!"

The woman's tinkling laugh filled the room. "You got it, miss!"

While they waited, Lewis turned to Sloane with a serious expression. "You know what we're doing here?"

She nodded sagely. "Picking out a ring for Mommy so you can ask her to marry you."

A lump formed in Lewis' throat at her childlike innocence and perception. "That's right, princess. Would you like to help me choose?"

"Yes!" Sloane exclaimed. She leaned in, examining each tray with a furrowed brow that looked charmingly out of place on her young features. Finally, her eyes landed on a breathtaking princess-cut solitaire, its envious facets glimmering even in the muted light.

"What about that one? It's really pretty."

Lewis followed her line of sight, heart stuttering at the exquisite ring. "You like that one?"

Sloane nodded firmly. "Do you think Mommy will too?"

A slow smile curved his lips. Of course his girl would have impeccable taste, even at her age. "Yeah, princess. I think your mum will love that one too."

Lewis signaled the jeweler, pointing out the dazzling princess-cut solitaire they'd selected. As the ring was securely packaged and the credit card transacted, Sloane leaned in close.

"When are you going to ask her?"

Tucking the precious cargo into his pocket, Lewis winked down at Sloane.

"Very soon, my girl. In fact…" He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, guiding her from the store. "Why not while we're still here in Rio?"

The brilliant smile that bloomed across Sloane's face was all the answer he needed.

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On their final night in vibrant Rio de Janeiro, Lewis had something special planned. He made reservations at one of the city's most exclusive rooftop restaurants, renting out the entire top floor for some luxurious privacy. The panoramic views overlooking the iconic Christ the Redeemer statue and twinkling city lights below were simply breathtaking.

Dinner itself was an indulgent multi-course affair, the finest Brazilian cuisine paired with delectable wine. As dessert was served, Lewis gave Sloane a conspiratorial wink, causing the little girl to perk up.

"Right," she piped up, shooting her mother a mischievous grin.

Bree's elegantly arched brows lifted in suspicion. "Okay, what are you two up to?"

"Mommy, I need to go to the bathroom," Sloane announced, tugging on Bree's hand insistently.

Sensing something was definitely afoot, Bree decided to play along and allowed her daughter to lead her away from the table. Once inside the restroom, Sloane made a show of taking an excessively long time before finally "finishing" and moving to the sinks.

As Bree washed her hands, she caught Sloane's eye in the mirror. The girl was primping and fluffing her hair unnecessarily.

"Yes, Mommy?" she asked sweetly when she noticed Bree's gaze.

"What's going on, Sloane Marie?" Bree asked pointedly, unable to hide her knowing smile.

Sloane just shrugged, the picture of wide-eyed innocence. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Mmm-hmm…" Bree hummed, unconvinced but willing to let the surprise unfold.

When they returned to their private dining area, Bree's steps faltered. The floor was strewn with a smattering of vivid red rose petals, the candles glowing warmly. And right behind their table stood a makeshift backdrop with the words "Will You Marry Me?" illuminated in twinkling fairy lights.

Tears immediately pricked Bree's eyes as the realization set in. She lifted a trembling hand to her parted lips, breath catching in her throat. Turning slowly, she found Lewis watching her with an achingly tender expression, hand outstretched in wordless invitation.

Sinking shakily into the chair he guided her to, Bree's gaze remained locked on his as Lewis lowered himself to one knee before her. Her hands fluttered helplessly as he clasped them between his own, anchoring her.

"Breanna Yvonne Jamison…" Lewis murmured, using her maiden name in a way that unlocked a fresh torrent of tears. Cupping her face, he gazed at her with liquid warmth and adoration. "My whole life, I've chased the adrenaline rush of going faster, pushing every limit in pursuit of greatness. Yet you came into my world so unexpectedly, and showed me there's no greater achievement than the profound stillness, safety, and completeness I feel simply existing by your side." He brushed an escaped tendril of hair from her damp cheek, voice lowering to an impassioned rasp. "You and Sloane…you're my home, my heart, my everything. Without you, I'm lost, unmoored. So please, Breanna - will you make me the luckiest man on earth?"

Lewis slid from his pocket the dazzling Tiffany's solitaire he'd selected with Sloane's help, the glittering gem glimmering like a fallen star between their joined hands. Trembling, Bree could only nod fervently, a watery laugh bubbling up from her very soul as she choked out, "Yes!"

In the next heartbeat, Lewis surged up to claim her lips in a searing kiss, cradling her to him. The restaurant staff erupted into cheers and applause while Sloane launched herself at them both, wrapping her skinny arms around their entwined bodies in a fierce group hug.

And in that suspended, perfect moment, Lewis Hamilton knew he'd finally caught the elusive thrill he'd been chasing his whole life. It went by a million different names - joy, peace, unconditional love.

But mostly, it was called home.

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In the blissful afterglow of his proposal, Lewis had one request for Bree - that they keep their engagement under wraps for now, just between them and their innermost circle. A treasured secret to bask in before the inevitable media frenzy.

Bree agreed readily, already protective of this sacred new chapter. Just for a little while, she wanted to exist in their loved-up bubble untainted by prying eyes and external pressures.

So they returned from Brazil as an extremely happy yet outwardly unchanged couple, Bree's dazzling new ring discreetly hidden away, its sparkle reserved for private moments between her and Lewis. Sloane proved incredibly adept at keeping her lips sealed despite her giddiness.

Finally, a couple months later after Lewis' departure from Mercedes and move to Ferrari was announced, they decided the time was right - they revealed their joy to the world.

The collective meltdown was of internet-breaking proportions. Fans, media outlets, and even fellow drivers and celebrities lost their minds over the long-anticipated news of Lewis Hamilton's impending nuptials.

At the eye of that storm, Lewis and Bree remained untouchable, buoyed by the pure love and acceptance they'd found together. The noise and chaos hardly registered in their cherished new reality as fiances and soon-to-be family. They were already living in a storybook dream.

Mid-February found Lewis back at Mercedes HQ in England, diligently preparing for the start of the 2024 F1 season. Meanwhile, Bree was gathering her things to catch a flight to Italy for a luncheon with Peroni, the new sponsor of Scuderia Ferrari.

"Sloane, honey, come give me a kiss! My Uber is going to be here any minute," Bree called up the stairs.

Sloane came clattering down, and Bree enveloped her in a fierce hug before placing a kiss on her cheeks. She then did the same to her mother.

"Be safe and call me as soon as you land, dear," her mom instructed.

"I will, Mom. Love you guys!"

As Bree headed out the door, a figure approached from the side. "Breanna King?"

She paused, eyeing the stranger warily. "…Yes?"

Without another word, the person thrust an envelope into her hands. "You've been served."

Bree could only gape at their retreating form in shock. The Uber driver cleared his throat, snapping her back to reality as he began loading her luggage into the trunk. She slid numbly into the backseat and tore open the envelope with trembling fingers.

The papers inside were a summons - Tom was suing her for full custody of Sloane, citing neglect and declaring Bree an unfit parent.

"This motherfucker," the strangled curse tore from her lips as she scanned the accusations. It had to be a sick joke, some sort of retaliation for his bruised ego over the pony incident.

Hands shaking, she immediately dialed Lewis' number. He picked up with his usual warm greeting, but immediately recognized the thinly veiled panic in her tone.

"Bree? Love, what's wrong?"

"Tom is…he's suing me for full custody." Her voice cracked on the last words. "He's trying to take Sloane away, saying I'm neglectful and unfit."

There was a pregnant pause on the other end, the weight of her words sinking in.

"That motherfucker," Lewis growled, his protective fury evident. "He is not taking our little girl."

Bree swiped at the tears streaking her cheeks, eternally grateful to have this man's unwavering support and love.

"I can come straight to you," Lewis stated, the resolute timbre of his voice already soothing her tattered nerves. "We'll get the best lawyers money can buy, and fight this with everything we've got. I promise you, Bree - Sloane isn't going anywhere."

Squeezing her eyes shut, Bree willed herself to draw strength from Lewis' steadfast presence, even over the phone. He was right; they could and would get through this latest hurdle. Their little family was far too precious to let anyone tear it apart so easily.

"No, no, it's fine. I'm on my way to the airport now," she managed in a stronger voice. "But yeah...okay, I love you, Lewis."

"I love you too, baby. We've got this."

As the call disconnected, Bree felt a surge of determination replacing the initial panic. Tom King had poked the proverbial bear - and neither she nor Lewis would rest until this custody battle was won.

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Bree smoothed her hands down the silk blouse she had carefully selected for the luncheon at Scuderia Ferrari's headquarters in Maranello. Despite the glamorous setting and prestigious company partnership with Peroni, her mind couldn't seem to focus.

Tom had blindsided her by filing for full custody out of nowhere. As she mingled with the other influencers and Ferrari personnel, Bree wondered what had given her the strength to even make this trip to Italy rather than immediately raging hell at home.

The answer, as it so often was lately, was Lewis. His calm, reassuring presence had grounded her when the news first broke. Though clearly furious on her behalf, he had encouraged Bree to keep her head high and trust her lawyers as they prepared for the upcoming court session.

"Don't let that idiot ruin all your hard work, gorgeous," Lewis had stated firmly. "I've got your back no matter what, okay?"

And so here she was, determined not to let Tom's spiteful actions derail her life and commitments. As a Peroni ambassador, Bree pasted on her brightest smile and tried to immerse herself in the incredible experience of touring the legendary Ferrari factory.

She shared a laugh with Charles Leclerc as the young driver joked, "I guess I'll be seeing you around the paddock more often when Lewis joins the team next year!"

The comment simultaneously thrilled and unsettled Bree. Their engagement was still so new in the grand scheme of things, yet there was still so much going on, including Lewis' moving of teams, planning a wedding, and even discussing plans for their future. Despite this, everything felt inescapably right.

In the days that followed, Bree did her best to savor every moment of la dolce vita in Italy. She treated herself to a gorgeous new purse from a chic Milanese boutique, a small but meaningful splurge to mitigate the stress of the looming custody case.

Eventually, though, the time came to head to London and seek solace in Lewis' arms once more. They spent hours making love, trying to lose themselves in the heady oblivion of bare skin and tangled sheets.

Their lovemaking was slow and gentle as if they were trying to hold onto every precious second together before facing what awaited them outside these four walls.

"What if he takes her from me?" Bree couldn't stop the tremor of fear in her voice as she lay nestled against Lewis' chest afterward. "Tom's such a cruel, vindictive person…who knows what lies he'll try to spin about me."

Lewis stroked her hair soothingly, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I won't let that happen, I promise. Is there anything really damning in his past we could use? Any shady business or indiscretions that could discredit him?"

Bree shook her head with a humorless laugh. "Besides being a bastard of a human who can't keep his dick in his pants? Not really. He's an utterly mediocre person, which is almost more maddening."

"Alright then," Lewis said, resolution steeling his tone. "If he wants to fight dirty, we'll be prepared to get dirtier. I'm going to have someone do some digging, just to be safe. Cover all our bases."

Bree opened her mouth to protest, but Lewis cut her off with a tender kiss.

"Don't argue, gorgeous. Let me handle this, okay? You and Sloane are my family now. I'll do whatever it takes to protect you both."

The fierceness in his gaze made Bree's breath catch. She simply nodded, fresh warmth blooming in her chest.

As if on cue, Lewis' phone buzzed to life with a text notification. He glanced at it and smiled.

"Speaking of family…Sloane and your mum just landed. I hope you don't mind, but I may have arranged for them to visit us for a little while."

Bree's eyes widened in surprise. "You did what? Why would you—"

"Because I want my family here with me," Lewis answered simply, cupping her face. "We're a team now, remember? No more going through the hard stuff alone. I've got us."

As he pulled her into a fierce embrace, Bree felt the last remnants of fear and anxiety slip away. No matter what curveballs life threw their way, they would face it head on - together.

The courthouse corridors were hushed and intimidating as Bree strode through them, Lewis' reassuring hand clasped firmly in her own. He had insisted on accompanying her for moral support, even though it meant cutting things perilously close for pre-season testing in Bahrain in two days.

Using a discreet back entrance to avoid prying eyes, they made their way into the designated courtroom and took their seats on the defendant's side. Bree stared across the aisle with a disapproving headshake as her poor excuse for an ex-husband slouched arrogantly in his chair.

Her lawyer, Marcus, placed a tender hand on Bree's shoulder. "Don't worry, we have more than enough evidence on our side to dispute all of his ridiculous claims."

Lewis's insistence on hiring a private investigator to dig into Tom's background had paid off tremendously. They now had proof that, rather than being away at "work conferences" as he claimed, Tom had actually been partying it up with his latest fling, Talia.

The court clerk called them all to order as the judge entered and took her seat. After a brief overview of the case and opposing claims, Tom's attorney launched into his diatribe.

"Your Honor, my client simply wants what's best for his child," the weaselly-looking man began. "Ms. Jamison is an unfit mother who routinely leaves her daughter home alone to gallivant across the world, attending frivolous racing events with her athlete boyfriend."

Bree tensed, but Marcus was already on his feet, armed with printouts of text conversations, photos and more.

"I object, your Honor. We have ample evidence that Ms. Jamison's daughter Sloane was never left unsupervised. She was either in the care of her maternal grandmother or accompanied her mother, along with Mr. Hamilton, on any travel."

The judge narrowed her eyes at Tom's lawyer. "Well? Do you have proof to counter these claims?"

A tellingly uncomfortable silence lingered in the room before the man eventually muttered, "No, your Honor."

"Then I suggest you adjust your angle, counselor," the judge responded sternly. "This does not appear to be a case of abandonment."

Marcus pressed on, conviction in his tone. "The fact is, Mr. King is the one guilty of being an unfit, absentee parent. We have records showing he has consistently missed scheduled visitations with his daughter, instead choosing to wine and dine various romantic distractions."

As damning evidence continued to mount against Tom, Bree could see him slowly deflating in his seat, any bravado evaporating. By the time Marcus concluded his case, it was clear how the judgment would swing.

"Ms. Jamison will maintain full custody of their daughter, with Mr. King still allowed supervised visitation per your original schedule," the judge decreed. "However, let me be very clear…" She fixed Tom with a stern glare. "If you miss three scheduled visits without a legitimate excuse, you'll be back in front of me facing harsher penalties. This appears to be a case of bruised ego more than genuine concern for your child's welfare."

Her gaze softened slightly as it moved to where Lewis sat stoically beside Bree.

"You should be grateful that your daughter has another positive male influence in her life who is so invested. Not many children are that fortunate. I suggest letting go of this petty jealousy act before it damages your relationship with your child further."

As the courtroom cleared out, Bree finally allowed the tears of relief to spill over. She clutched desperately at Lewis, overwhelmed by the punishing stress of the entire ordeal finally being lifted.

"It's over, gorgeous," he murmured, rubbing soothing circles across her back. "You and Sloane are safe, I promise. Let's go home, back to our little family."

Pressing her face into the comforting warmth of his neck, Bree knew those words had never rung true. She had fought for the family she deserved - and somehow, against all odds, she had won.

Weeks followed the custody hearing, Tom had surprisingly upheld his end of the agreement without incident. As Spring Break approached, he was set to have Sloane stay with him for the full week - a stretch of time Bree admittedly felt anxious about.

She moved efficiently around her bedroom, packing a final suitcase for the upcoming trip to New York, Seoul, and Shanghai. She would be accompanying Lewis between his own obligations, a welcome constant amid the whirlwind travel.

Downstairs, Tom sat nursing a glass of water while Lewis sat nearby, the two men united in an uncharacteristic silence. Finally, Lewis cleared his throat.

"Listen, we've never really had a chance to clear the air, man-to-man," he began. "I just want you to know that I love Bree and Sloane with everything in me. Hurting them is the last thing I'd ever want."

Tom's jaw tensed minutely before he exhaled a resigned sigh. "I know that now. And I actually…appreciate you, believe it or not."

He glanced up to meet Lewis' curious stare. "You stepped up as the kind of stand-up father figure I never could be to my own kid. I was too selfish and wrapped up in my own bullshit."

A somber pause lingered before Tom continued. "Have you two discussed… permanent living situations yet? With you being based in Monaco and all?"

Lewis nodded slowly. "Bree brought it up, the idea of us all being there together once we're married. Home for me is wherever she and Sloane are, but Monaco would make the logistics easier."

"And what does Sloane think about that?" Tom asked, surprising Lewis with a hint of paternal interest.

The race car driver couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, her main condition was that we have to bring her pony, Buttercup."

Tom barked out a startled laugh at that. "Sounds about right for my drama queen. She actually loves that damn pony more than her own father…"

The two men shared a look of mutual understanding - their first real moment of camaraderie. Maybe things were finally evening out between them.

"For what it's worth…" Lewis continued carefully. "Bree's nervous about the idea of relocating. I don't want to overstep, but I think she's worried it could impact your time with Sloane."

Tom waved a dismissive hand. "Do what you gotta do, man. As long as I still get to see my kid, I'll make it work on my end. Just…don't fuck this up like I did, alright?"

The sound of footsteps on the stairs interrupted their conversation. Bree descended into the living room, Sloane close on her heels, eyeing the two men suspiciously.

"You two playing nice?" she asked Tom pointedly.

He offered her a small smile and nod. "Yeah…everything's fine, Bree. We're good."

Sloane took the opportunity to run over and squeeze Lewis tightly. "I'm gonna miss you, Lewis!"

"I'll miss you too, princess," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, "but I'll be back before you know it, okay?"

As Sloane pulled away, Tom took the chance to lean in close to Bree. "For what it's worth…I really am sorry. For everything," he muttered lowly. "You deserve to be happy."

Surprise flitted across Bree's features before she managed a warm smile. "Thank you, Tom. That means more than you know."

With the goodbyes and well-wishes exchanged, the couple departed. Bree felt the tension seep from her shoulders as they pulled away.

This was just the start of an exciting new adventure - and she couldn't wait to experience it all with Lewis by her side.

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A few days later, Bree found herself arm-in-arm with her dashing fiancé as they strode the purple carpet ahead of the GQ Global Creativity Awards in New York. She watched with a swell of pride as Lewis knocked out interview after interview with his characteristic charm and professionalism.

Finally, they were able to slip inside, where Bree was delighted to catch up with Mellody Hobson. The two embraced warmly before Mellody's husband, the iconic George Lucas, offered his hand to Bree.

"It's wonderful to finally meet you in person," the legendary filmmaker greeted. "I've heard so much about you and your daughter from Mellody."

Bree felt her cheeks warm slightly as George's warm gaze appraised her. "I bet you have. Did you hear about the whole pony story?"

At the mention, Lewis was already pulling out his phone, queuing up snapshots of Sloane on her pony as he spoke. "Isn't she a natural? I keep telling Bree that Sloane could be a future Olympian at this rate!"

George chuckled, studying the images with an approving nod. "She definitely has the makings of one. You'll have to keep me posted on her progress."

As the two men enthusiastically discussed Sloane's budding equestrian skills, Bree felt a contented glow settle over her. Seeing Lewis so embraced in this extended family circle, so openly smitten with her daughter, felt like a premonition of the wonderful future that lay ahead for all of them, if she and Lewis could just hold on to this feeling forever.

Final part will be out soon….

#emjayewrites #sir lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton fanfic #sir lewis hamilton x black!reader #lewis hamilton x black!reader #all for us #f1 x black!reader #f1 x reader

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yukikoizumi · 10 months

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I really do get He Tian cos imagine having no one & being lonely but you meet this delinquent dude who is mean to everyone & is seemingly just not a nice person and you think he’ll be good company strictly for entertainment only to get to know him better & find out he’s actually an angel who deserves none of the reputation he has & is actually just as alone and isolated as you but just shy & awkward with a lot of adversity he has to face and you watch as he continues to pull through and he’s also a mamas boy who’s actually really respectful and to top it all off he’s absolutely gorgeous and has a tiny waist and blushes like a school girl and can cook you amazing home meals? Yeah I’d be whipped too.

#tianshan #19 days #mo guan shan #old xian #he tian #19天 #19days #they are in love your honor #mo is so pretty #no really I can never decide if I want Mo or want to be Mo #he’s just so #he’s very #he’s definitely so

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Back Hugs in Tian Guan Ci Fu:

1. Volume 2, "To Ascend is Human, to Fall Is Also Human", pg. 380

The Deputy State Preceptors hurriedly moved aside, and Mu Qing and Feng Xin didn't know whether to act. Seeing that everyone was avoiding him like he was poisonous vermin, the child was shaken and started thrashing even harder, biting and screaming with all his might. "I'm not! I'm not!! I'M NOT!!!" Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, encircling his small form. A voice came from above his head. "You're not. I know you're not. Don't cry, now. I know you're not." The young child pressed his lips closed tightly, grabbing on to the pair of snow-white sleeves around his waist with a desperate grip. He forced himself to hold back for a long time, but in the end, he couldn't. A stream of tears suddenly rolled down from that round black eye, and he burst out into sobs. Xie Lian embraced him from behind and reiterated with conviction, "It's not you. It's not your fault." Honghong-er whipped around, buried his face in Xie Lian's chest, and wailed.

2. Volume 6, "Cave of Ten Thousand Gods- Faces of the Ten Thousand Gods Revealed", pg. 78-79

Hua Cheng inclined his head slightly- it was like he wanted to glance back but was too afraid to look Xie Lian in the eye. Only the two streaks of blood on his cheek could be seen. "Your Highness, would you please... not tell me?" His voice cracked as he asked. "I'm sorry," Xie Lian said. "Something like this has to be made clear." Hua Cheng didn't need to breathe, but he still sucked in a deep breath. Although his face was awfully pale, he still smiled and replied courteously, "That's true. It's for the best." He was like a criminal on death row, waiting for his sentence. He closed his eye. Yet his eye didn't remain closed for long- soon it snapped open once more as a pair of arms suddenly circled him from behind and caught him in a forceful embrace. Xie Lian buried his face in Hua Cheng's back, but he didn't speak either. Though nothing was said, it was enough. It was a long time before Xie Lian felt the man he was hugging turn around. Hua Cheng fervently returned the embrace, engulfing Xie Lian in his arms.

3. Volume 6, "Warm Words of a Cold Ghost Beguile the Lost Child", pg. 203

And then, Xie Lian abruptly froze. White No-Face was hugging him. As Xie Lian tilted and fell to his knees in a slump, he had been captured by a pair of cold, powerful arms that pulled him into a lifeless embrace. At some point, White No-Face had sat down on the ground with him. "So sad, so sad," he murmured. "Your Highness, look. Look at what they've done to you." He whispered softly as he stroked Xie Lian's head, his hands gentle and full of pity. It was like he was petting a wounded puppy or his own gravely ill child on the brink of death. The smiling half of the crying-smiling mask was hidden in the darkness; the moonlight revealed only the half that was crying, looking like genuine tears of grief shed for Xie Lian. Xie Lian remained stiff and curled in on himself, moving no further. The man in white behind him raised his fingers to wipe the filthy mud from Xie Lian's face. He sensed a peculiar kind of loving compassion in the man's touch. Like the embrace of a close friend or a dear family member, it miraculously returned a bit of warmth to Xie Lian's shivering body. He never expected that this sinister creature would be the one to finally offer him compassion.

4. Volume 7, "Dominate Heaven and Earth, Divine Being Breaks Through the Kiln", pg. 19

Xie Lian stood on the giant's palm, one hand pressing the bamboo hat down on his head while the another blocked his face from the snowstorm. The stifling hot air was swept cleanly away, and Xie Lian took a deep breath of fresh, freezing air and shouted: "San Lang-!" The first syllable was still echoing in the air when a pair of arms pulled him into an embrace from behind. Xie Lian stiffened at first, but he relaxed when he looked down and saw red sleeves and silver vambraces circling his waist. A deep, forlorn voice came from above his ear. "...I was about to lose my mind!" Xie Lian hurried to turn around. He cupped his captor's cheeks with his hands and soothed him, "Don't... don't. I'm here... I'm out!" Hua Cheng stood before him. His raven hair was mussed, and there was a lost look in his eye. He gripped the cry-smiling mask Xie Lian hadn't been able to remove no matter how hard he tried, easily tore it off, and tossed it away.

Bonus: Volume 7, "Dominate Heaven and Earth, Divine Being Breaks Through the Kiln", pg. 29-30

Before Xie Lian could finish his thought, the three mountain spirits besieged them together. They surrounded the giant stone statue and pressed firmly inward, trying to crush the state to pieces. The divine state couldn't move a single limb, nor could Xie Lian. He poured all of his strength into getting the statue to push them back, but it didn't budge- and at that point, it was probably powerless to fight back! As he tried to think of another way to escape, he unconsciously took a step backward and bumped into a chest. When he looked back, Hua Cheng grasped his shoulders. "Fight freely! It'll be fine- none of them are a match for you. Nothing in this world can stop you!" His chest was the strongest backing in existence, and in an instant, Xie Lian was brimming with confidence. A refreshing current flowed through his body, and he struck back with all his might.

#tgcf #hua cheng #xie lian #tian guan ci fu #hualian #heaven officials blessing #tgcf meta #heaven official's blessing #illuspeaks #bai wuxiang #god this was a lot of typing #im pretty sure i didn't miss any #i thought mt tonglu opening was one too but it looks like it was a normal hug #the rest of the time theyre on the statue they dont hug #lmk though #tgcf spoilers #???? i suppose. dunno how to tag for donghua watchers

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Guan Shan is so beautiful 😍 He Tian being whipped is an understatement, he has this habit of looking like he's under a spell whenever he looks at and touches/holds Guan Shan like this. He's so in love it really is indescribable. This is so soft and loving ❤️🥹

#19 days #mo guan shan #he tian #tianshan

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one-vivid-judgment · 1 month

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Hello! I love your writing!

Could I request some headcanons of Ichiban, Zhao, Tomizawa, Seonhee, Yamai and Eiji with an S/O that tends to overwork, get way too stressed and burned out, and how they help them relax? Both SFW and NSFW?

Thank you! 🖤💜

Transitioning into a bit of a spicier mood after all the fluff lately, you guys are welcome 😌😌

Ichiban Kasuga

Ichiban really respects people as hardworking as you are! Thing is, you are not just hardworking—most times, you come home looking exhausted, and even though he always asks if you are feeling okay and you say yes, he knows that you’re not, deep down. He always says you can tell him whatever is bothering you, but considering how much of a busy-bee you are, you probably won’t do it anyway. So, he starts devising a little plan to help you relax.

An absolute ray of sunshine. He welcomes you home with his biggest smile and a bear hug, then tells you to sit down on the couch. You try to tell him you have some more work to finish, but he won’t listen: you are sitting down, he is bringing you some sweets and hot tea he’s just prepared. Only one thing: working tonight is strictly forbidden, doctor’s (Ichi’s) orders!

Once you are done with the tea and pastries (though yeah, Ichi did steal one or two; don’t blame him, they just looked too good!), he’s going to convince you, one way or another, to tell him about everything that’s been on your mind lately. Ichi has mastered the art of puppy dog eyes, and refusing those is hard. You can try, sure, but you both know you are eventually going to fold. Let it be known that Ichiban Kasuga usually doesn’t use the puppy look to get his way, but in this case... he’ll make an exception.

It doesn’t matter how long your story is, he will listen. Listen attentively. He can’t do anything to change that one deadline that’s been stressing you out, or that one co-worker’s behavior that’s been pissing you off more than usual lately, but he is one hell of a good listener and always willing to lend you an ear.

What he can do though, is help take the stress away. Tea and sweets and talking sure help, but you need to unwind some other ways sometimes too, don’t you? Don’t worry, Ichi gets that. Again, an absolute ray of sunshine, always willing to help—and if sex is the way then... Well, he’ll do it no questions asked.

He’ll do pretty much anything you ask in bed, because he knows you need it. His favorite thing to do though? Dropping to his knees and eating you out. Ichi is already super eager to please in the regular, but on times like these? He’ll stay between your legs and work his tongue on you for hours if you need him to. His beard kinda tickles, but that hair? He’s got perfect hair to pull, and he likes it when you do it.

Zhao Tianyou

He can pick up on your stress without you even saying a word. He’ll start doing little things to make your workload a little lighter—doing all the housework, cooking all the meals (though he already does that, pretty much), saving you some extra of your favorite dessert from the You Tian menu...

It’s Zhao, so of course the teasing won’t ever stop, but he will go a little easier on you. Even when he asks how you are feeling, it will be with a smirk on his face. Something along the lines of ‘So, when were you gonna tell me work’s been fucking you over harder than me, hm?’ He’s clearly trying to make you laugh with the utter absurdity, and he does. You haven’t been smiling as much lately, always fretting over one thing or another, and he really just wanted to make you smile again.

Oh, you’re getting one hell of a feast for dinner the day after you tell him in thorough detail what has been running through your mind lately. All of your favorite dishes? He makes them. Your favorite inciense smell? He bought it to burn just for the occasion. You want him to feed you strawberries with whipped cream afterwards? He’ll chuckle, then comply.

You need a good fuck to de-stress? He is your man. What, you thought he only dropped the ‘work’s fucking you over harder than me’ line to get a smile out of you? Of course not! What kind of man would he be if he didn’t deliver? So yeah, ask for sex whenever you need to let out some stress. Just maybe not in You Tian—his former Liumang boys still swing by every so often, and even if they know about your relationship (to be fair, it was pretty obvious), Zhao is not into exhibitionism like that.

You can try to take control all you want, but Zhao is gonna call the shots on this one. The best way to relax is to exhaust yourself, turn your brain to mush until you can’t overthink anymore. He won’t shove your head in the pillow though, unless you explicitly ask for it. He loves the ‘hard-yet-intimate’ type of fucking: just lying you on your side, throw one of your legs over his hip and thrust hard. Making out is way easier like this, too.

Eric Tomizawa

He’s been there himself, actually. Even when he was with Marie, when she left her job he started working extra hard, extra long shifts to get enough money to support them both plus their child who was on the way. He knows what burnout feels like, believe him. He knows it fucking sucks, and even if you don’t say anything, he can tell just by looking you in the eye that you are hanging on by a thread.

He’ll bring it up casually if you don’t—You’ll be spending your Friday night in, watching a movie, cuddling on the couch (and he insisted that you rest your head on his chest so he could play with your hair, though he didn’t say that last part out loud), and he’ll say “So, work sucked, huh?,” something along those lines.

Will try to give a super cool, motivational chat to help you feel a little better. ‘Try’ because he doesn’t really have anything prepared beforehand, so results may vary. He does a pretty decent job though—turns out he sounds way cooler when he doesn’t have a pre-fabricated answer. Figures.

He won’t give you any cliché bullshit of ‘don’t worry, it’s okay, everything will be alright’. It’s a very ‘Tomizawa’ pep talk. Yeah, burnout fucking sucks, doesn’t it? He has experienced it too, though he’s pretty sure your situations are very different in nature. We all have our own circumstances and different ways to help us unwind. So, whatever it is that helps you, tell him. So long as it’s something he can feasibly do, he will do everything in his power to help.

If sex is the way you want to unwind? Then oh boy, is he not complaining at all! He gets to help you out and he gets sex to boot? Listen, it’s not that he is happy you’re stressed and need his help, but he has this goofy grin on his face when you ask him to wait for you in the bedroom.

He is already a switch leaning to the subby side, but something about the way you just use him to get off and let out stress? Now that turns him on. He tries to keep up with you, but you are always ahead somehow. And honestly? He is not opposed to it. Hell, push him into the mattress, keep him down with both hands on his chest, ride him until he doesn’t remember his own name, he is into it.

Seonhee

She knows the face of stress. She knows because she is there on the regular, Queen of the Geomijul and all. And because she knows, she has a few tricks up her sleeve that help her relax when she feels like she might burst at the seams. Stress-cooking is her go-to though.

Will make you try out stress-cooking at least once to see if it works for you, too. As it turns out, it doesn’t work like she had expected. You just make stupid mistakes you normally wouldn’t make because your head is somewhere else (probably worrying), and the more mistakes you make, the more irritated you get and the worse the gyoza come out. Seonhee quickly learns that she shouldn’t allow you in the kitchen when you are like this. At least not unsupervised.

She has many mechanisms to cope with stress though, not just cooking, so she will jump to another one just as quick. And when cooking doesn’t work for her, what she does is take a walk down at Hamakita Park for fresh air, drop by Eomeoni’s Vow for some comfort food, then come back home for a warm bath, maybe do her nails if they look chipped. That’s what she will try on you next, and what would you know? It worked.

Korean food may not bring back memories for you like it does for her, but it is so freaking tasty. Seems like all you needed to turn your brain off for a while was a spicy dish of kimchi and rice or dakgalbi—but don’t pass out on her just now! You still have a nailcare session to get to when you arrive home, and Seonhee just bought brand new nail polish colors for you.

Honestly, she is probably the one who suggests sex to try and unwind. Seonhee is not one to mince words, she will just get straight to the point: well, you are stressed. Sex is supposed to help with that. So... wanna go to the bedroom?

She is a dom all the way through, so expect her to go hard on you as she fucks the stress out of you. She won’t stop at just one orgasm either: you are coming on her fingers, on her mouth and on her strap-on. If you can still talk after all that, then you can put that mouth to good use and eat her out. You can tell her to stop all you want, but unless she hears the safeword, she will keep going until you are too boneless to keep worrying.

Yutaka Yamai

Let’s be honest, his way to relieve stress before you came into the picture was probably going to hostess clubs and strip clubs. Not that you can’t do that, sure, but he would rather you didn’t since... you know, you are dating him and all.

He is more the type to enjoy nights out, but if what you need is a quiet night in with some comfort food, a movie and a blanket, that’s what you will do. He is giving you his jacket instead of a blanket though—and let it be known that for Yamai to give you his jacket is a big sign of trust and commitment. He’ll just have to turn up the heater a little.

He will listen to you rant about work as much as you need to, saying very little himself. Just the way he holds you and wraps his jacket around your shoulders is enough. Only times he will speak is if you started crying out of stress. His voice gets surprisingly soft, and even though his fingers feel cold on your scalp, they are cold in a comforting kind of way.

One thing about Yamai that only you know? He’s a cuddler. With how cold he is and how warm you are? It’s a no-brainer. He is a bit stiff the first few times, but he’s gotten a lot better. So you bet he is there for support when you need him, especially when you are feeling burnt out. Words may not be his forte, but he shows he cares through actions.

Let’s be honest again: his first suggestion was probably ‘so let’s fuck the stress away.’ He says it so matter-of-factly you would think he is being sarcastic, but he is not. He already very rarely says no to sex, but hey, if you are getting something out of it (aside from an orgasm, of course) too, then... Two birds, one stone as they say.

You are either going to be tied up or be forced to sit on his cock and not move. Pick your poison, you won’t be able to do anything anyway because he doesn’t want you to. He is taking the lead and not letting you worry about a thing. If you try to act all feisty, he is shoving you back down on the mattress. Behave and he will praise you though; ‘So you can stay still after all. That’s real good of you—stay put a little longer, will you? You’ll get a big reward if you do.’

Eiji Mitamura

Before his life went to hell? He was a bit... rough around the edges. He would just say ‘Damn, that must suck,’ but wouldn’t really do anything about it. You solve your problems on your own. After he hit rock bottom though? Things do a one-eighty. He is trying to be a better person with Kasuga’s help, and that includes being a better boyfriend for you.

He is still a newbie at this, but if he sees you are coming back from work looking all dejected, of course he will ask if you’re feeling okay. Poor guy sounds a little awkward, not used to asking those questions out loud. Not long ago, he only cared about three people: ‘me, myself and I’. Changing takes effort, and that’s exactly what he is putting in.

He will ask you to sit down in front of him and give you a massage as you talk about what’s on your mind. Unlike Yamai though, he will comment. He’s never been good at keeping his opinions to himself: if your co-worker was an asshole to you, Eiji will say it; if you could have acted better in a certain situation, he will let you know, too (albeit somehow more gently though).

He is not about to say no to having sex to de-stress, if that’s what you want. Truth be told, he considered asking if you wanted that, but he decided against it in the end—not about to act like back then, when he mostly just wanted sex out of you and that’s it. He is dedicated to changing, thank you very much. You’ll have to bring up the topic yourself if you need a good orgasm to blow your mind.

There are two ways things could go: he asks you to use him until you are totally relaxed, or you ask him to fuck you until you can’t remember your name. Man is a total switch, so it all depends on how he is feeling that day. He used to be way rougher back then, but he has mellowed down severely, and most days he is in a rather subby mood; ride and praise him and you will break him, he loves that shit. Even when he is the one fucking you stupid, one simple ‘yeah, like that, that’s my good boy,’ and his hips will stutter, his breath will hitch and you might even make him come embarrassingly fast. Don’t think he’ll be done with just that though; if there is still too much in your head, he is going down on you and making you come again.

#ryu ga gotoku #like a dragon infinite wealth #lad infinite wealth #yakuza like a dragon #ichiban kasuga #zhao tianyou #seonhee #eric tomizawa #yutaka yamai #eiji mitamura #.txt #yakuza headcanons #yakuza imagines #nsft headcanon #ask response

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ficsficsficsallfics · 1 year

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He Tian: I can't believe you didn't tell me.

Jian Yi: Oh, c'mon, like you tell me everything.

He Tian: What have I not told you?

Jian Yi: Oh, I don't know. Umm, how about the fact that the underwear out there on the telephone pole is yours from when you were having sex with Redhead out on the terrace.

Mo Guan Shan: What!

He Tian: Wait a minute, who told you? *turns to Zhan Zheng Xi who's looking sheepish* You are dead meat.

Zhan Zheng Xi: I didn't know it was a big secret.

He Tian: Oh it's not big, not at all, you know, kinda the same lines as, say, oh I don't know, having a third nipple.

Jian Yi: You have a third nipple?

Zhan Zheng Xi: You bitch.

Mo Guan Shan: Whip it out, whip it out.

Zhan Zheng Xi: C'mon, there's nothin' to see, it's just a tiny bump, it's totally useless.

Mo Guan Shan: Oh as, as opposed to your other multi-functional nipples?

Jian Yi: I can't believe you. You told me it was a nubbin.

Mo Guan Shan: Yi, what did you think a nubbin was?

Jian Yi: I don't know, you see somethin', you hear a word, I thought that's what it was. Let me see it again.

ALL: Yeah, show it. Show it. The nubbin, the nubbin, the nubbin.

Zhan Zheng Xi: Mo was in a porno movie.

ALL: Huuh.

Zhan Zheng Xi: If I'm goin' down, I'm takin' everybody with me.

He Tian: You were in a porno?

Mo Guan Shan: Ahh, alright, alright, alright, I was young and I just wanted a job, OK. But at the last minute I couldn't go through with it so they let me be the guy who comes in to fix the copier but can't 'cause there's people havin' sex on it.

Jian Yi: That is wild.

He Tian: *To Xixi* So what's it shaped like?

Mo Guan Shan: Yeah, is there a hair on it?

Jian Yi: What happens if you flick it?

#19 days #old xian #mo guan shan #he tian #tianshan #he tian x mo guan shan #jian yi #zhan zheng xi #jian yi x zhan zheng xi #zhanyi #source: friends

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t1bb1zoey · 1 year

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Did you guys notice that He Tian is putting the ring on Mo's finger (the MARRIAGE finger in China), but neither of them are looking at the ring in that moment. THEY'RE LOOKING EACH OTHER IN THE EYE!!!!

I mean, from my studying the pic, that's what it looks like, and like????? If that's true??!!

It's like, Mo was so upset He Tian left him and didn't come back, calling him a hypocrite because He Tian was always so clingy and telling him he was never going to let Mo go, and then that motherfucker just up and left. And all this time, I bet Mo was wondering why He Tian would leave him and what did he do wrong. The poor boy starting sobbing when He Tian said he came back because he wanted to see MO so bad. SOBBING. MO GUAN SHAN.

And then He Tian, with the most serious expression in the world, whips out a ring and places it on Mo's marriage finger, looking him in the eye, and Mo looks back at him in what can only be relieved shock. They're both just staring at each other as they silently get ENGAGED. It's like He Tian's trying to transmit how deathly serious he is about this action and Mo's just so relieved that it wasn't all in his head and He Tian does love him.

THAT'S SO CUTE!!!

If Mo really is looking down at the ring, don't tell me. I just want to have this little scenario in my head for a bit ☺

#old xian #19 days #he tian #tianshan #mo guan shan #19days #tianshancontent

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bluemorningsoup · 2 years

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Zhou Zishu Fun Facts

A non-exhaustive list:

The third child of his family; initially introduced himself as Zhou San to Wu Xi.

Can play the flute and the huqin (pipa in the AD).

Can’t swim.

A hugger, but can’t comfort people with words.

Jing Beiyuan said his only weakness was his fondness for alcohol.

Handsome, with striking features and a straight nose, but his lips were very thin.

Can use a whip —or at least beat up Liang Jiuxiao with one.

Came from an influential jianghu family and had some inheritance.

Owned a luxurious boat. (See: the inheritance.)

It is improbable but possible that he has a plum blossom tattoo on his forearm, the mark of a Tian Chuang operative.

Carried a folding fan in Qi Ye.

As the person behind the list of Nan’ning Wang’s ten atrocities, he directly orchestrated the first death of Jing Beiyuan upon Helian Yi’s request.

The pseudonym he ended up using for the entirety of TYK and possibly the rest of his life in the jianghu, Xu (willow catkin), comes as a pair with the name Yun (clouds). It is implied that the pair of names were prepared for himself and Liang Jiuxiao.

#天涯客 #TYK #Faraway Wanderers #Zhou Zishu #Qi Ye #七爷 #Lord Seventh #Tian Ya Ke #TYK chat #my stuff

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ao3feed-fengqing · 1 month

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Go Big or Go Home

by seoulnoir As his crush and roommate, Mu Qing makes Feng Xin’s life hard. As a camboy, Mu Qing just makes Feng Xin hard. In other words, Feng Xin is distraught that he had to find Mu Qing’s camboy account through Pei Ming, but it might not be the end of the world when he gets the best orgasm of his life in return. (And the second best. And the third best. And maybe a boyfriend as well.) Words: 16009, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 天官赐福 | Heaven Official's Blessing (Cartoon) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Feng Xin (Tian Guan Ci Fu), Mu Qing (Tian Guan Ci Fu), Xie Lian (Tian Guan Ci Fu), Pei Ming (Tian Guan Ci Fu) Relationships: Feng Xin/Mu Qing (Tian Guan Ci Fu), Feng Xin & Mu Qing (Tian Guan Ci Fu) Additional Tags: Feng Xin and Mu Qing are Idiots in Love (Tian Guan Ci Fu), Feng Xin is So Whipped (Tian Guan Ci Fu), camboy muqing, pei ming plays wingman (unbeknownst to himself), dumb boys, muqing's pale body, fengxin's horny 24/7, Hand Jobs, Masturbation, Top Feng Xin (Tian Guan Ci Fu), Bottom Mu Qing (Tian Guan Ci Fu), Dirty Talk via https://ift.tt/LVqiZxw

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #fengqing #tgcf #tian guan ci fu #feng xin #mu qing

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dangermousie · 2 years

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Do you like your men to have private armies but prefer access to antibiotics? Come right on in...

Watching the delicious trashiness of Maid’s Revenge has inspired me to make a listing of my favorite (and not so favorite) warlord and warlord adjacent cdramas. If like me, you like your male leads with polished boots and a side of murder, come right in. From most to least fave.

Siege in Fog

My most favorite on this list, this is visually gorgeous and emotionally visceral. Plus, it’s not just ONE warlord, it’s a whole family of them! It follows a deeply dysfunctional marriage between a beautiful woman and a warlord’s second son, where they fight and angst and love and fight some more, all the while bullets are flying and bodies are piling up. If you like incredible visuals, insane chemistry, dysfunction by the bucket and not one, not two, but THREE hot warlords, come right in. It’s based on a Fei Wo Si Cun novel so I assume you know you need a lot of tissues.

To sum up:

Too Late to Say I Love You

Another FWSC adaptation! This is an older drama, done long before cdrama’s recent unwelcome slide into wholesomeness, which means epic makeouts but also a warlord that revels in murder (at one point he takes out all his potential rivals, including his loved sister’s entire fam.) The OTP is dysfunctional - they hate, then they love, then they break up but he can’t let go - and the chemistry is beyond insane, with Wallace Chung and Li Xiao Ran melting my computer. Also, for once, a happy ending!

Winter Begonia

Probably the only genuine masterpiece on the list (tho I love FWSC dysfunction best for purely personal reasons), this is a MM story (though being cdrama it’s not explicit, though quite clear) and Huang Xiaoming as a trader with a private army and Yin Zheng as an opera singer with whom he forms a bond are both!!! I highly recommend it.

City of Streamer

Should be called “City of Steamer” because those make-outs and chemistry are epic! Timmy Xu is a son of a shady businessmen (with a small army of gun happy goons) who falls hopelessly in love with an older governess (Jing Tian) who is out for revenge on his family. She starts out using him and ends up using him in a different sense, if you know what I mean! The plot derails a bit by the end but it’s still a great watch.

PS...

Maid’s Revenge

I am watching it right now. At only 10 minutes per ep, it skips plot and gives us the melo and chemistry we (and I mean I) crave and a guy whose muscles should be in a museum.

The Lady and the Liar

Hawick Lau is the ML and we all know this means “hot bastard.” He’s a crime lord with a goon squad falling for a lost heiress who loses her memory so he lies she’s his fiancee and deliciousness ensues. MMMMM

Arsenal Military Academy

Xu Kai is warlord jr but this is here mainly because of his awesome brother the businessman with murder squad. The drama is so-so (patriotism overtakes the amazing chemistry between Bai Lu and Xu Kai) but might be worth a peek.

Cruel Romance

(Can you say no to this face?)

Joey Chen has never worked in anything for me and this is no exception, but Huang Xiao Ming is dashing as hell as a sexy gangster.

Love In The Flames of War

The heroine is terrible (I kept rooting for her to get accidentally shrapnelled) but Shawn Dou is sexy as hell as a warlord. (In the novel he was apparently a rapey headcase; they made him lovely in the drama without making his wife saner which is...a choice.) I’d say worth it on FF for hotness and whippings.

The Mystic Nine

I tried. I tried to watch this drama three times. I could not. But William Chan as a warlord in a three-piece suit and cape is mega mega fine!

I suffer so you won’t have to:

Fall In Love

The worst drama on this list, insulting to intelligence of anyone above pre-school level, 90% of the cast, including the leading lady, incapable of acting, a plot that makes a picture book seem complex and fashion disasters galore. However, Chen Xing Xu, playing the smirky warlord, carries this mess harder than Atlas and deserves to be in another, better drama altogether. Oh, what wouldn’t I give for him as a proper FWSC warlord!

Honorable Mention: Forward Forever - haven’t watched that one but keep meaning to.

#cdrama #fall in love #siege in fog #winter begonia #love in flames of war #forward forever #the mystic nine #cruel romance #the lady and the liar #city of streamer #maid's revenge #too late to say i love you #arsenal military academy

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Day 12 @flufftober “fire & ice” Tianshan royalty AU. It’s rushed I know I’m sorry 😢 I’m trying to catch up on stories.

Being pushed away, makes the heart want. Call it curiosity or intrigue. Maybe it’s because Mo Guan Shan has what he lacks, but whatever the reason, He Tian is a moth drawn to the sullen red-headed flame.

And speaking of Mo Guan Shan, it’s once again the time of year for him to travel from his home in Akaitora Kingdom to their ally and neighboring Kuroiryuu Kingdom. It’s his duty to discuss the quarter-annual harvest prices for trade and dread certainly looms, like a dense fog rolling over the mountain passes. It literally sends shivers down his spine to think about their second prince He Tian and how much he deplores dealing with the man’s flashy and extravagant personality. How is he supposed to deal with someone who’s diametric to him in personality, appearance, and capabilities, let alone comes from a class above. It doesn’t matter how he truly feels… He’s just a royal servant and He Tian is a highly coveted prince. Everyone knows and has seen them bickering over the years, especially now as adults, but the palace servants chalk it up to being like siblings in rivalry.

So far, so good, Mo Guan Shan remarks internally as he’s completing his meeting with Emperor He Cheng. There’s been no sign of He Tian, never popped into the meeting like he normally would or made his presence known. Both kingdoms harvests are going well due a perfect amount of rain and lack of severe storms which set the trade prices at a reasonable rate for the citizenry. It’s time to head back home to report on their trade deal. But as Mo Guan Shan rounds the last corner before stepping out onto the palaces promenade that leads to the front gates, low and behold, he’s stopped cold at hearing his name from a voice he instantly recognizes.

“No, no, no,” Mo Guan Shan waves his hand without looking back at the source, “I’m leaving already, my meeting is complete.”

“Awww, Mo Mo,” He Tian whines and grabs Mo Guan Shan by the shoulder to keep him from leaving. “You don’t have to leave so soon.”

Mo Guan Shan instantly whips around, whacking He Tian’s hand from his shoulder. “Back off! I don’t have time to play like you do!”

“Oww!” He Tian nurses his hand and wrist. “Dick! That hurt!”

“That’s the point,” Mo Guan Shan spits back as he starts walking away again to avoid further trouble. “Take the hint.”

“Ugh! Why are you such a cold prick! What are you afraid of?!” He Tian screams at the retreating man’s back. “This is why you’re still a virgin!You’re gonna die a lonely old man at this rate never having fucked or been fucked!” He lets out a sarcastic laugh, “maybe that’s what you need! Mo Mo, should I drag you to a prostitute so you wont be a virgin anymore? Maybe you won’t be so crotchety if yo—”

Before He Tian can finish the sentence a solid fist lands squarely on his left jaw, sending him flying backwards to the ground. There’s no time to spare as Mo Guan Shan drops and straddles the man and starts landing more blows. One after the other as the shocked He Tian can only raise his arms and defend against further damage. He’s screaming at the man to stop with apologies intermingled with curses.

“You fucking slut!” Mo Guan Shan roars in his defense. “You’re the one who’s gonna die alone cause you treat everyone like a fucking toy for your pleasure!”

The span of time may have seemed like forever to the two combatants, but in reality is is maybe 45 seconds to a minute before the palace guards are on scene and pulling the men apart. Even they are surprised at this sudden burst of anger from Mo Guan Shan or the level of taunts He Tian has leveled too. The guards hold the men apart from each other until the emperor He Cheng arrives.

“What in the bloody hell is going on with you two?!” He Cheng snaps at the men. “Since when did things get so bad?!”

“He’s the one who hit me first!” He Tian screams.

“Fucker you deserve it for the things you called me!” Mo Guan Shan retorts.

“Enough!” He Cheng roars. “Both of you are behaving like children! It’s time to grow up! You’re not kids anymore!” He points at the guards. “Lock them up in He Tian’s suites! Make sure guards are posted, they are not allowed to leave,” he then turns to glare at the two men, “until you’ve squashed this feud!”

“What!!” The word is echoed from He Tian and Mo Guan Shan simultaneously. “You can’t—”

“I can’t what?” He Cheng glares back, effectively shutting them up. “I’m certain emperor Jian Yi would agree with me. You boys should be childhood friends not enemies! So until you sort out your grievances, you’ll be confined here! That’s an order!”

The second the door slams behind them, Mo Guan Shan and He Tian instantly face off for round two.

“This is your fault!” Mo Guan Shan snaps. “If you just left me the fuck alone we wouldn’t be in this situation!”

“Me?! You’re the one who got all bent out of shape over a damn joke!” He Tian throws back. “If you know I’m teasing you could’ve just kept on walking away!”

Mo Guan Shan takes a step forward. “Beat a dog enough you’re gonna get bit!”

To retort, He Tian takes a step forward too until they’re a foot away from each other. “How is teasing the same as me beating you??!! That’s a ridiculous analogy!”

Mo Guan Shan shoves He Tian away. “Just leave me alone!” He snaps again and walks away to the balcony.

“Oi! Don’t you walk away from me!” He Tian screams but doesn’t follow just yet. “Why do you hate me so damn much?!” He Tian is the second prince. His much older brother He Cheng is the Emperor, risen to the throne once their father passed away. As the second prince, He Tian has no real duties required of him beyond the occasional diplomacy and spends much of his days being a charming, social butterfly and self-proclaimed brat of the palace. He’s received the finest schooling, but it’s hard to imagine otherwise when he acts like such an idiot.

Without turning around, Mo Guan Shan simply stares out at the landscape beyond the room, answering in a frustrated sigh. “I don’t hate you. Tian.” He rests his arms on the balcony railing, exhausted from the psychological strain. “I just get tired of you teasing me every time you see me.”

“I’m not trying to make you mad…”

“Then why keep doing it when it obviously pisses me off?!”

What do you do when your crush won’t give you the time of day? You love them. You hate them. You hate that you love them, and for as long as you can remember in your 22 years in this life, you are the fire to their icy personality. “Well…” He Tian mumbles. “I have my reasons…”

That gets Mo Guan Shan’s attention. He turns to face the prince, crossing his arms and leveling a look of exasperation. “Explain. Right. Now.”

Growing up, there was rarely anyone around for He Tian to play with. So, perhaps it is loneliness that has causes him to act this way, constantly seeking attention, good or bad. At least, this is one theory someone has come up with. The one person his age and only person still in his life since childhood— Mo Guan Shan, the first cousin of the current emperor Jian Yi. While they grew up, there were times when visiting each other’s kingdoms they’d be made to play with each other, but Mo Guan Shan is cold, shy, yet thoughtful, and loyal to his cousin. Now as an adult, the man is a diplomat for his cousin, sent to his and other kingdoms for trade negotiations or other official duties. He Tian always tries to engage with Guan Shan when he’s around, but is usually rebuffed because ‘duty calls.’ He Tian turns away to hide the brewing embarrassment and reddish hue building on his face. “I can’t and risk making you even more angry.”

“I doubt you could make me anymore angry…”

After a lifetime staring at each other to see who will back off first, “Fine then!” He Tian throws his hands up in defeat. “It’s dumb, yeah, I know, but I do it to get your attention!” His arms flail in emphasis. “I’ll do anything because I miss you!— because ever since we were kids I’ve been in fucking love with you, and it’s the only way you’ll talk to me!” He Tian turns his back to Mo Guan Shan, holding his arms crossed tightly against his chest, and looking away, closing his eyes to hide the tears trickling down his cheeks. It takes a concerted effort to hide the cracking pain in his voice. “Well, secrets out so, I’ll leave you alone from now on since that’s what you want.”

“Dumbass.” He Tian feels a pressure against his back and arms encircling him from behind. “I just don’t understand you sometimes,” words whispered close to his ear. “Because it’s my secret too.” He Tian sucks in a breath at those words. Did he just hear Mo Guan Shan correctly?

“That makes us both dumbasses,” He Tian retorts through a choking sniffle when the air he holds in releases. “You didn’t need to be such a dick to me all these years.” He feels free now that they’ve aired their true feelings and ready to resume his normal behaviors.

“And you didn’t need to tease me so much,” Mo Guan Shan jests back, “flaunting relationships and acting all high and mighty.”

He Tian peels Mo Guan Shan’s arms off him and turns around to face the man. “For the record, I never slept with anyone ‘cause I want you to be my first.” He grabs the man’s cheeks, pulls in, and steals a sudden kiss, purring, “Whad’ya say Mo Mo?”

#flufftober 2023 #tianshan #mo guan shan #he tian #19 days #old xian #tianshan fan fic #royalty au #tianshan drabble #unedited #petri808

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