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IN MY BLOOD

Y/N SENNA x CHARLES LECLERC

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PART I: Level Up

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y/nsenna Today my heart soars with overwhelming joy and gratitude. It is with immeasurable excitement that I announce signing my first Formula 1 contract with Bugatti Racing.

This moment is not just about me, it is a tribute to the trailblazing women who shattered barriers in motorsport and paved the way for this incredible opportunity. To those fearless heroes who dared to challenge conventions and fought against all odds, I am forever indebted. Your courage has lit a fire within me that will burn fiercely on every lap.

As I enter this next adventure, I carry with me the spirit and legacy of my father. His passion for racing, unwavering determination, and undying love for the sport continue to guide my every move. Today, I make a solemn promise to him: I will give my all, every single race, and honor the Senna name with everything I have.

Papai, I wish you were here to witness this exciting chapter in my life. Your footsteps echo in my heart, and I know you are watching over me, pushing me forward, and whispering words of encouragement in the wind. I hear your voice guiding me every time I get in the cockpit. I hope to make you proud, to show the world the legacy we carry, and to inspire others to chase their dreams relentlessly.

I am immensely honored and filled with gratitude as I express my heartfelt thanks to Bugatti Racing, my incredible team, and the Bugatti Driver Academy, which has been instrumental in shaping my development until this remarkable moment. It is through their unfaltering belief in my potential and their tireless support that I stand here today, ready to embark on this incredible journey in Formula 1. Bugatti Racing, with its rich history and unwavering commitment to excellence, has provided me with an opportunity of a lifetime, and I am determined to seize it with both hands. With Bugatti Racing and the Bugatti Driver Academy behind me, I am ready to push boundaries, defy expectations, and make an impact on and off the track. Thank you for believing in me. Together, we will write an extraordinary chapter in motorsport history.

To my incredible fans, friends, and family, thank you for standing by me throughout this incredible journey. Your unwavering support has been my driving force. This is just the beginning of a thrilling ride, and I am beyond grateful for every moment, every challenge, and every victory that lies ahead. The road may be long, but together, we will conquer it.

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lewishamilton Congratulations on your incredible achievement! It is a pleasure to welcome you to the F1 family. Your father was a true legend and my idol, and I have no doubt that you will make him proud. Looking forward to competing with you on the track!

hamilfan Lewis’ acknowledgement means a lot! We should be in for some epic battles 👀

gisele Parabéns, querida! Your journey is just beginning, and I can't wait to see you conquer the F1 tracks. Your father's spirit lives on and I'm sure he's beaming with pride from above ❤️

speedchaser She's carrying on the Senna legacy with so much passion! Can't wait to see what she can do in F1

massafelipe Bem-vinda à família da Fórmula 1! It's an honor to have you on the grid, carrying on your father's legacy. Wish you the best of luck and many podium finishes ahead! Go out there and make Brazil proud 🇧🇷

brazilianrocket Massa knows what it takes to make Brazil proud and his support speaks volumes. Brazil is with Y/N all the way!

neymarjr Parabéns, garota! A new star is born in the world of racing. Keep pushing limits, breaking barriers, and chasing greatness. Wishing you a successful and thrilling journey ahead 🏆

sportingbrazil This is huge! Two young Brazilian icons in their respective fields lifting each other up. They’re both going to be something special 👏

adrianalima Congratulations, darling! You are an inspiration to so many women around the world. May you continue to shine bright ☀️ Keep chasing dreams and breaking barriers!

girlypower Adriana is an inspiration to so many and now we have another role model to look up to! What an amazing milestone

bsennaofficial I couldn't be prouder! Your talent and dedication are unmatched. Keep pushing and make our family name even brighter! Love you ❤️

racetrackhero Incredible to see the Senna name continue to shine on the F1 stage 🙌

2012 Monaco Grand Prix — Wednesday Press Conference

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⤷ What a phenomenal achievement! So proud to see a talented young woman like her breaking barriers in the world of F1. Wishing her all the success!

⤷ This is just a publicity stunt. She's only getting this opportunity because of her famous last name, not her talent.

⤷ This is a fantastic step forward for diversity and equality in motorsport. It's inspiring to see her following in her father's footsteps.

⤷ I highly doubt she has what it takes to compete at the highest level. F1 requires exceptional skill and experience.

⤷ Such a talented and determined driver! Can't wait to witness her skills on the track and watch history being made. The future of F1 is bright!

⤷ Women don't belong in F1. It's a male-dominated sport for a reason. This is just political correctness gone too far.

⤷ Congratulations to her on this amazing opportunity! A new generation of talent is emerging and she's leading the way. Rooting for her every step of the way!

⤷ She's going to be a liability on the track. F1 is a dangerous sport and I just don't think she can handle the pressure.

⤷ I'm not impressed. There are more deserving drivers out there who have worked hard and earned their way into F1. This feels like a token gesture.

⤷ It's so exciting to see the Senna legacy continue. She's going to bring a fresh perspective and a new wave of enthusiasm to the sport. I followed her closely in Formula Renault and I’m looking forward to her F1 debut!

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shiro-s2e2-erukinzu · 5 months

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Anime only watchers and people who aren't caught up with the Manga, BEWARE... Cuz I'm about to discuss Spy X Family Mission 93... You have been warned...! 👌

[SPOILERS AHEAD FROM THIS POINT ON]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

IT HAPPENED...! IT FINALLY HAPPENED!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!! 😵

Honestly, words cannot describe how crazy this chapter was, but we're gonna talk about it anyway...!! 👀 LET'S GO!!! 😆

The chapter begins with everyone checking how well they did on finals, and Anya did a whole lot better than last time...!! 😆

I AM SO PROUD OF HER!!! 👏😄

Anya went from 213th to 168th place!! 🎉 Let's hope that Anya continues to improve in the future...!! 😊👍

Then, we finally got to see how well she did in Classical Language and...:

She got second place...!

But, she will still receive a Stella for it!! 👏😆Then, we find out that she got 24 points in math, which is just below the cut off point... Which means...:

So, not only did Anya get a Stella, she ALSO received A TONITRUS BOLT!!? 😵😂🤣😌

GODDAMNIT ANYA!! 😂 That means the score is still tied, but now it's 5 and 5 until she either becomes an Imperial Scholar or gets expelled...!! 😌

Then, we got probably my new favorite Loid expression...:

🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂 I'M SO SORRY LOID!!🤣

This poor man can't catch a break, but at he's quite proud of Anya for doing well on the test...!! 😊

After that, we cut to Authens praising Anya as well, but Sigmund says something that intrigues me...:

"...One day you'll experience the frustration of realizing that hard work is not always rewarded..."

Hmm... What could this mean...? Personally, if Sigmund does have something to do with the experiments that were conducted on Anya, then this could be his way of saying that not many know of his scientific experiments... But, that's just a guess at this point and I could very well just be reading too much into this single sentence... 🤔

Moving on, before Anya goes to bed that night Loid asks her a question...:

I was surprised that Twilight asked this!! 😲 But his question turned out to be for naught because Anya doesn't really remember... 😔 So, Twilight just tells her to forget about what he asked and now I'm wondering if this will lead Twilight finding out the truth about Anya's past and that she's a telepath... 🤔

Well anyway, we cut to Anya and Damian receiving Stellas for doing well on the test, and then it's the middle school students turn... AND GUESS WHO SHOWS UP...?! 👀

DEMETRIUS MOTHER F---ING DESMOND!!!😵

AFTER ALL THIS TIME, HE HAS FINALLY APPEARED...!! 👀

I can't believe that I was ACTUALLY RIGHT that he was gonna look more like his dad...! (Check out this post where I drew what I thought he might look like!! 👍)

But to continue, Demetrius is also as strange as his mother and father... ESPECIALLY BECAUSE OF THIS...!!:

After finally getting to meet him and seeing that Anya can't read his mind, my original theory that he might be working with his father, just got thrown out the window...!! Because now, I think that Demetrius has been experimented on... 😥 I hope that I'm wrong, but I just don't know this point...

AND THINK THAT'S ENOUGH ABOUT THIS CHAPTER FOR TODAY!

Today's chapter was excellent, but now that Demetrius has finally shown up, my mind is going crazy about what this ALL MEANS!😫

Anyway, I think I'll stop for today and possibly regroup with myself to figure out WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE DESMONDS!! (Except for Damain, who is the only normal one there..!!🥲) So until the next Mission or if I try attempt to figure out what is up with the Desmonds; take care, be safe out there and be kind to one another...!! Later!! 👍

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lokideservesahug · 2 months

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For How Long!?!

Chapter 3: Première Course

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Pairings: Logan Sargeant x reader,

Platonic Reader x: Oscar Piastri, Arthur Leclerc, Mick Schumacher, Max Verstappen, Yuki Tsunoda, Liam Lawson, Sergio Perez...etc

Warnings: None that I can think of?

Notes: Once again not much romance but I plan on getting some Y/N & Logan 1 on 1 time in the next chapter...

Summary: The first race of the season and Y/N's first ever Formula 1 race is upon us...

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Yourusername: I can't even put into words how much this moment means to me! We had a great race and we managed to score double points! I hope to deliver just as high if not higher in the future💚

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Logansargeant: Well done, what a brilliant start to F1💙

↳yourusername: Thank you Lo. Hopefully we can both be getting points in the not too distant future 💚

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↳ User2: As a new F1 fan I'm not entirely sure whether they're dating or not

↳ User 3: This /\ except I've been watching F1 for 8 years.

Astonmartinf1: Well done Y/N!! What a great performance 👏

↳Yourusername: Only because of the car that I'm in. 💚

User4: Mother is just letting people warm up before she starts dominating this year.

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Kingdom of Fire & Blood || (Part Six)

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summary: modern!reader reborn as lady greenstar. it was no secret as aemond’s admiration grew.

pair: aemond x reader

warnings & disclaimer: smut, violence, p in v sex, sexual content, aemond being arrogant, modern reader doesn’t know how the world of GOT works but is a Aemond stan, praise kink, breeding kink, spitting kink, voice kink, fluff, angst—family drama, oral sex, hate sex, stalking, jealousy, virginity loss, size kink, obsession, reader being sassy and aroused, sweet moments with reader and Aemond. Reader is a huge GOT & HOTD fan. Pro-Green, Reader is a green supporter. Aemond becomes king instead of Aegon. (P.S. Alys who? I only know Aemond x Reader)

a/n: this chapter is ONLY in Aemond’s pov. ooc aemond, but still is a cold-stone, charming prince we all love. Thank you for being patient with me; i took so long to write. I used a reference from Nanami’s line from JJK—he said “Being a child isn’t a sin.” And the trailer of HOTD S2 is 😍😭🔥❤️‍🔥👏

Chapter Six: The Rebirth of Lady Greenstar

~Aemond’s POV~

Aemond couldn’t stop gazing at you in your sleep, no matter how often he saw your chest rise and fall with soften breath drawing past through your lips—sinful lips, droning out soft noises, he recalls the day where he undressed you. Moles engraved on your lower lips and neck, and several others spotted on the collarbone. Some at the back. The shape on your smooth legs sprawled and tucked at turns you rotated whilst in dreamland—he recalled your skin marked in red outline of a dragon on your right thigh, and a green dragon on your whole backside.

Slender arms rested beneath your head despite the ivory pillows are there, all fluffed and cleansed with new ivory sheets, aglow under a yellow sun.

Quenched as he is, Alicent’s word stung; his hands and teeth clenched. “But the truest of your heart—your love must be hidden in secret,” she told him once.

He knew what she meant.

Studying the histories of the Targaryens—of those who had children out of wedlock for an escapism in horrid and loveless marriages assigned from previous kings are often ridiculed and reigned in contempt, in curse—bastards.

He hated bastards. Lucerys and Jacaerys are one—they claimed to be as Velaryons throughout—and on a night of Laena’s passing, Aemond, at the age of three-and-ten claimed Vhagar and lost his eye, that damned good-for-nothing bastard—a Targaryen pretender who was out of Rhaenyra’s womb, bathed and born with brown locks and pug-like nose and sneering features—Velaryons tend to have delicate and soft features, but still manly in their own way like Targaryens do, but not Strong. House Strong are rugged and filthy.

But—

With your case, as a newcomer, as an outsider, he knew you don’t belong in this world, considering how you tried to avert Aemond with diversion. You’re neither a royal nor a bastard. Though punishment can be given to anyone in the royal court or outside the Red Keep. Anywhere in the Seven Kingdoms. Though of course Dorne accepted bastards.

Aemond’s intrusive thoughts overcame. A battle of restrain lashed out, when the prince approached towards the lush your sleeping figure. Your breath steadied at the rise and fall on your hilled breasts; the torn and worn out nightwear severely took a toll on the guards yanking you as if you’re a fragile doll.

If one’s act of taste that considers as a sin, then it’s a sin I shall give.

His head leaned forward, face closing to yours, tip of his tongue tingled as his left hand clasped on your head, the other rested on your waist as his tall body brought down on the bedside atop of your sleeping form. He had memorized, and counted the moles—once, as he lay himself to sleep in his quarters on the night after he first saw you. There’s a theory that moles came from a past lovers planting a kiss on empty spots. Aemond could offer you more. His tongue slithered on the soft line of your neck, and brought back to pucker with balmy smack, leaving a small trace of string silava coated on your now bruised skin.

Squirming underneath him, Aemond satisfied, humming, his right hand snaked on your waist, then fondling your left breast, pinching the taut nipple as he devoured the scent on you as he hungrily kissed your jawline and slope on your neck.

Earning a moan from you, Aemond spurred, his fingertips roamed on your breast and lowered down to your thigh, kneading. Your face—your lips—directly aligned to his, drawing a quiet sigh.

Adrenaline rushed in his veins, his body grew hot, trousers compacted with his engorged cock. He couldn’t get enough of you. The taste of you, your beauty and your fiery heart. He envisioned of what your face would be like, your voice would sound like, if you’re awake during the pleasurable intercourse or under his tantalizing fingers and mouth.

Countless footsteps skittered across the hall nearby. And so, Prince Aemond sat on the chair with his legs crossed and his elbows resting on the armrest behind the wall, spying on the maidservants passing by the opened door without batting an eye, maids chatting as always.

A hushed sigh of relief drew from his lips. By then, he looked at you one last time, spotted a love bite on your neck, before ushering himself out to go at the hall and disappeared with his lips, licking—tasted and lingered upon more ravaging thoughts of you.

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Into a wide-ranged room, roofs decorated like constellations and metal works of the orrery, and the broad balconies garbed in light and ruffled curtains swaying. The council planned to use this room to divert the newcomer and persuade her to join hands and swore oath.

They have hoped that a new change of environment will appease her. Aemond couldn’t blame her; the Council room is filled with discrimination and accusations, despite his interest on becoming a sovereign—unlike Aegon who he rather be a sovereign in between someone’s legs at the brothels upon the Streets of Silk.

Regardless of Alicent’s cautionary, both Green sons lurked and eavesdropped on the members, who are more frantic and belligerent in comparison to previous meeting.

“She’ll be here,” Aegon teased. “Ser Arryk is coming to fetch her. Poor girl lost her way in the Red Keep.”

Aemond folded his hands behind his back, abiding, cold and calculating, and twice as tall, passed from Aegon’s stature.

“How long will she last, I wonder? With all the skills, beauty and remarks she has gotten,” Aegon emphasized on the word “beauty” as sarcasm, “do you think she’ll survive, even after the council? This is no easy task, of course, residing in Red Keep. The Blacks are here again. And Daemon didn’t come here alone.” His head jerked, indicating towards Rhaenyra. “I don’t suppose you’re aware, but the poor girl might risk her life again. Shocking how the Blacks and Greens weren’t showing hostility despite our shared past.”

Aemond watched within the presence of the council—Blacks and Greens united—without bloodshed. A bizarre sight to behold.

The doors creaked, and entering (y/n), following Ser Arryk.

The Blacks and Greens gaze with watchful eyes, tension rose as (y/n) proceeded closer and sat down on a vacant chair nearby the entrance door but struggled; Ser Arryk assisted her and perched down as she thanked him, returning a similar unnerving gaze back, unyielding even when appearing fragile. Her posture eased; she glimpsed at the decorated ceilings and tables with constellations.

It appears she likes it, Aemond thought.

Until her eye landed on Aegon and Aemond himself with her elbows rested on the left armchair, back slouching, eye concentrated intensely.

Aemond’s heart skipped that she faced him, in devoid of sheepish demeanor. And there, she smiled.

“Shall we get started?” Rhaenyra insisted.

(Y/n) couldn’t stop gawking at Aemond and Aegon.

“My lady,” Rhaenyra called out firmly, and (y/n) snapped back to actuality. (Y/n) eyed on everyone, then looked down onto her hands on the armrests.

Silence ensued. Then (y/n) requested to their introduction since they came to know (y/n)’s. All have introduced themselves—Hightowers and Targaryens. When Green brothers are finally introduced, Aemond spotted (y/n)’s lips curled a little; her dimple dented. But overall, she seemed happy throughout the introduction.

“First, we must address regarding to House Blackwood,” Otto drew the scrolled parchment, and distributed to (y/n) through the sentinel. “This letter is sent from a raven at this morrow.”

Sleeking her wavy strands—long curtain bangs back, she read the lines in the parchment. “Is this supposed to be a joke or something?”

“House Blackwood demands for your head, since they accused you of murdering Remon Blackwood,” Otto said. “Anything to have say in your defense?”

Tongue in cheek, (y/n) chortled, aloud for everyone to hear.

“Does killing others amuse you?” Daemon challenged. “Or would you rather a quick execution by a dragon for your childish act?”

“I’m sorry did you say dragons?”

Daemon unanswered her question, but she knew he wasn’t lying.

(Y/n) recollected herself. “It’s three knights that chased me, remember? They killed Ser Remon Blackwood long before they chased me. I used the blade he gave me, not the large swords.”

“There are other reports that the three knights are imposters,” one claimed. “That their faces aren’t quite as recognizable. And their armor and breastplates are entirely soft—a forge through cheap metal. Their blades and blunt and uncared for.”

“Must’ve been the rapers from the North.”

“Ser Criston, what was the weapon she was holding when you first found her in the woods? Was it a sword?”

“A fine blade that belongs to Remon Blackwood,” Criston replied.

(Y/n) sat there and released several guttural coughs, which got their attention.

“Are you alright?” Alicent concerned.

“I’m fine,” (y/n)’s voice croaked. Alicent ordered the servant to fetch the hot tea, to which you drank after being served.

“Has she drank the Milk of the Poppy,” Otto asked the Maester.

“Apparently she hasn’t drank any since this morning; deeply fell asleep.”

Relaxing in the chair, (Y/n) tossed her hair over to the side before she took out two objects again from the pockets on her nightwear and placed it onto her lips, and blew out smoke, but away from their direction.

“What are those objects that you possessed?” Daemon asked.

Crossing her legs, (y/n) blew out another smoke, her eyes glazed darkly, her demeanor changed as if it was an illusion. “This is the cigarette, and this is a lighter.” She demonstrated the items again, but only she’s precisely shown the golden lighter, carved in detailed dragon, and fire lit from the metal.

“Where are you really from?”

(Y/n) clicked the lighter shut. “I already told you last time,” her voice crossed.

“Are you a slave?” Rhaenyra asked.

(Y/n) is taken aback, brows scrunched, bewildered.

“Everyone saw the markings on your body,” Rhaenyra pointed out.

“No, I got these since I was young. Let’s cut to a chase. What do you want?”

The members of the council baffled at your straightforwardness.

“Since we’re here, I don’t intend on wasting anyone’s time,” she resumed, her voice hardened. “What do you want?” Her voice darkened.

“Are you aware to why you’ve been summoned in the council?” Otto questioned.

“Oh please, do enlighten me,” (y/n) said in sarcasm.

“Lady Rhaenyra has planned on you becoming a knight—you both saved the children and experienced in combat during the battle outside the Red Keep.”

(Y/n) laughed again, though not as cruel. In anger, the knight trudged towards her, but she stopped the knight with her left foot stomped on his breastplate, revealing the red dragon tattoo, your hand ran through your luscious hair; Aemond stared for so long that he ignored his surroundings. He found himself yearning to taste you again.

“At ease, good sir,” Alicent ordered. The knight backed off and your leg lifted down, crossing over to the other.

“Why refuse?” Rhaenyra challenged. “Do you wish to be executed from false charges?”

“You misinterpret me, my lady. Do you want to know what happens when you put a woman as part of the Kingsguard? People will riot. No man would accept a lady knight because they don’t want to be ashamed of not holding much power.” With her elbows propped, the upper body slouched, leaning forward, intensely gawking at their familiar mortified faces. “If anything that you should be worry about,” her index finger pointed outside behind (y/n) at the open archway; behind her is the town of King’s Landing, “it’s the people. People hold you on the highest regard; anything you do, they’ll use it against you. You have dragons,” she reasoned, counting on her fingers, “legions of army and holds the utmost reputation—everyone knows your name and your appearances distinguished from others. If laying a single mistake, people will make an excuse to take the opportunity to tarnish—even bring hell to Westeros. If you put two and two together, it’ll be difficult for people to accept as much as I want to help,” (y/n) cautioned.

Unused cigarette wafted in the crisp air—and (y/n) stomped on it with her fingers.

“As a matter of fact, I couldn’t agree more,” Jason Lannister encouraged. “Ladies are not suitable to guard for the ascendance of a potential heir. Women take longer to dress than men, after all they’re made to be dulled for a tedious hobby.”

Aemond disagreed, otherwise.

“Why save them?” Rhaenyra asked.

(Y/n) blinked.

“Being a child isn’t a sin,” (y/n) said, solemn. “They don’t deserve to what they’ve gone through.”

“Never thought you find this miserable,” Daemon said.

“I have soft spot for children and those who are broken.” She darted her eyes to Aemond once more.

Rhaenyra sighed, her hands enveloped, glancing at neutral Daemon next to her, poised. “We shall find an alternate option for you to abide here in King’s Landing—tasking the vital aspects of being part as the Red Keep’s vessel—everyone has their own role to play, knowing their place, and you’re no exception.”

Refusing, (y/n) inclined back into a relaxing position. “Figures,” (y/n) muttered, posture sank into the chair.

“I know it’s difficult to accept, but should you stay, you’ll learn a thing or two of the culture and the history, everyone around you included,” Rhaenyra suggested. “And we shall do the same to yours. Though the customary traditions in Westeros must steady. But it won’t mean you’re limited from freedom at the assets of your personal values and desires and expression.”

“It would be the wisest,” Rhaenyra added. “People won’t know and comprehend this, but us, despite you’ve given simplistic explanation of your vast side of the story.”

(Y/n) pondered; fingers tucked on her chin.

“They’ll never accept me,” (y/n) lectured, locks undulated in steady motion. “No matter how you vouch or reason for me, they won’t adapt; I’m just an outsider. It wouldn’t be as upsetting once I get hurt. They won’t understand yours or my intention if I decide to stay here. Or worse.”

“But there’s still a chance for you to prove yourself, allow your presence to be seen and heard,” Alicent coaxed.

Rhaenyra contemplated. “Or perhaps you could join us at Dragonstone,” she proclaimed, rather blithe. “Of course you’re free to choose.”

Aemond disliked the idea of you residing in Dragonstone as much as Alicent, based on displeasure etched onto their delicate and finely features, green as envy—as Hightower’s colored banner that summons war, strong gazes projected towards Rhaenyra like a serpent in the shadows.

Gritting and grinding her teeth, (y/n) tongue clicking. “No, I’m not staying in Dragonstone, either. I don’t want to overstay my welcome, consider how I “arrived”.”

Aemond’s breath unwinded. Flush smothered your cheekbones. Stared long enough until Aegon elbowed him in a single tap, as a reminder to stay focused.

“I’m afraid it’s far from possibility, since you came along way from the other vast side of your world. In the meantime, you must reside here in Westeros, in King’s Landing. We may never know your intentions, but it’s best to keep it simple and quick. Do tells us what you want.”

Refusing, (y/n)’s face turned away, sheepish.

“You want gold? Reputation?” Rhaenyra insisted, to which you answered “no”.

“Do you wish to possess a dragon?”

“First of all, dragons are hard to take care of. Two, I’m not a Targaryen! That’s your thing, not mine. I can’t even take care of my dog.”

“Then I assume you want the Iron Throne,” Daemon insisted, but the Blacks and Greens shot a piercing glare at him in unison, warning him not to give anymore ideas, but he awaited for (y/n)’s reaction.

“That chair looks uncomfortable! I’d rather sit on a cold ground rather than having an iron swords jabbed up and bleeding in my ass.”

Aegon snorted, covering his mouth when Otto noticed his grandsons, scowling.

“What can we do to convince you,” Alicent resumed, hands rest on the armchair.

“I don’t think you can help me on this one,” (y/n) said, begging them to let you go.

Rhaenyra maintained her posture. “Then what is it that you truly desire at this moment, Lady (y/n)?”

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“Never.”

Shaking, deep in pensive notion after hearing their relentless offer disguised as blatant curiosity.

Silence prevailed, at first. Fireplace flickered, soft howls bypassed the constellation room. Everything stood still, as does their anticipation, weighing and resting on their fate of the house.

Rising onto her feet, and she got close and flatly pressed down to a cold stone pillar with her hand. “I want to see the ocean, the sky—the smell of salt and cloudy air. I want to feel the wind as I walk by, or draw and paint surrounded by flowers as I looked out onto the ocean as the ships sails by.”

“A very simple, mundane request,” Daemon commented, folded his arms. “Anyone could percept the instability of waves and ships passing through and the fragrant smell of blooming flowers.”

“Sometimes taking the simplest pleasures in life must cherish with joy and savor with love,” you told him, remaining your eye locked onto the waves, wobbling and crashing. “You’re a dragonlord, Prince Daemon, I think you should be grateful. As for me, I rarely get to see the ocean, because I lived somewhere far where it has no ocean, no flowers—the weather is humid and sometimes shows a little rain. On most days, hot air suffocates you to a point you want to drown in cold water.”

“There’s a chance people might conclude you’re from Dorne or Yiti. Or perhaps as Ser Criston’s sister.”

Aemond watched (y/n) shooting Daemon with a deadpan expression on her dulled hues. Criston, on the other hand, didn’t appreciate Daemon’s unnecessary commentary, but made no urging trifle.

“I’m not, and if I do, you would recognize the Dornish accent at this moment. Clearly you can’t. Sorry to disappoint you,” (y/n) replied, nonchalant.

“Anything else,” Rhaenyra asked, anticipating.

Silence occurred.

“What of other things you acquire to be more convincing,” Alicent chimed in, coaxing, sensing an alarming and animated expression hidden from you.

“Nothing,” (y/n) squeaked, though her cheeks flushed says so otherwise.

Aegon snorted as Aemond lifted the corners of his mouth into a piffling smirk—as he found your sudden expression unexpectedly chaste with shyness and charm.

“The matters settled, then,” Rhaenyra got up. “I look forward to see you and more. I expect great and admirable accomplishments from you, Lady (y/n). I think it’s that for now you must stay in the capital. If you do intend to serve the realm, I’ll reward you, anything to your heart’s desire. As long as you make contributions, we’ll make your dream as certain. In the meantime, that is.”

(Y/n) ventured in a languid motion near towards the members in the council. In the end, the favor on her side—Rhaenyra and Alicent’s request—might go smoothly if done right. But Aemond’s heart grew heavy at a thought of you leaving King’s Landing, leaving Westeros, feared you might not recall your ventures and people you encountered alongside of the journey—feared your mind and sight of seeing Westeros and its people are nothing but a figment dream.

Alicent pushed herself up from her reclining. “I shall do my part as well. You’ll do great things, I’m certain,” she assured (y/n), enfolded atop (y/n)’s cold hand.

Happiness faded from (y/n)’s lips when a cold end of the blade—Dark Sister—tipped and traced a thin line on her centered neck. Daemon’s violet eyes gleamed at hers; her hands raised an indication of surrender.

Aemond’s eye snapped in fury. The guards Rhaenyra accompanied clutched their blades, viewing like vultures standby.

“I’ll never trust a cunt like you,” Daemon proclaimed. “You may wield a blade, you may save anyone who you wish, but you’ll never be part of the court. The look in your eye—arrogant and maliciously stricken with pretense. Common whores like you—pretending to be humble and virtuous when you really are neither.”

Yet you fuck whores in the Streets of Silk on your pastime, Aemond thought.

Sighing, (y/n) said, “Then kill me. If you really think I’m dangerous to the Red Keep and to the monarchy like Ser Marrow claimed, then end me.” Then she gripped Dark Sister and pointed it at her chest daringly. “Go ahead. I dare you.”

He scoffed, despite Rhaenyra’s attempt on pushing Daemon back.

“Don’t speak to me as if you’re my equal. We are nothing alike.”

“Thank god I don’t have a cock, then,” (y/n) shot back, rolling your eyes. “I don’t have to worry whether I’m going to get gelded or not.”

Like a child, Aegon stifled his giggling.

“Fucking simpleton,” Daemon hissed, pressured the Dark Sister. “You know nothing of Westeros and its people. Might as well have your tongue remove. What say you, warrior?” he mocked.

“Seven Hells, Daemon, you’ve said enough,” Rhaenyra warned.

Aemond strode onward, never minding Alicent, who was rushing to his side, begging to not worsen an escalating quarrel. But Aemond paid no mind; his mother’s words drowned and emptied in his fueled rage.

“I saved both lives—a boy and a girl,” (y/n) protested. “I saved two young people who are separately belong from two mothers—who were at their near deaths. I saved you too, by the way. Guess it doesn’t matter, right?”

Daemon tsked. “And that’ll be the last thing you’ll ever save, considering your reputation has been nothing but meddlesome. I’m afraid your reasons on saving your neck has come to expire.”

Aemond trudged in front of (y/n), holding his long dagger and situated his honed silver on Daemon’s neck. He felt her cold hand pressed against his chest and gave a little push, but no to avail; she’s still weak under the Milk of the Poppy.

“Hold down your blade, Uncle,” Aemond warned. “You gave her quite a fright. I thought the deal has been final.”

“I never thought I’d take you as a fool, Aemond—that’s twice you’ve committed a sudden act.” Daemon’s lips curled in disgust. “Being blinded by her, I see.”

“She saved my sister’s life,” Aemond justified. “And I’m eternally grateful.”

Without shifting his eye, he saw you wandered your glance up to him before facing back to Daemon.

Aemond shifted closer, Targaryen against Targaryen.

“Take one more move, and you’ll lose another pair of your eyesight,” Daemon sneered. “What happens then, if I do cut your other eye out? So, shall we test it?”

(Y/n) managed to block herself in between Aemond and Daemon.

“Then I’ll be his other eye,” (y/n) declared, defended, one arm spread, shielding Aemond, the other hand held high against Daemon, bandage slipped from her visage.

All noise ceased.

Aemond’s heart quickened at a roaring declaration in a vibration on your tone—soft yet firm and fiery—like a dragon reborn.

“I’ll be his other eye,” she repeated, shielding Aemond. “Stay back,” she hissed at Aemond, insisting on shoving him back to lessen the tension between two factions. Aemond glimpsed at her shaken hand, yearning to hold her.

Even (y/n) knew a large cost of encountering Targaryens through fate, aside learning the history. Dragons never cower in their palace of red and gold of Red Keep, in a palace of black stoned walls of Dragonstone, their banners—sigils of red or green. Dragons come and reign in a price of fire and blood and fearsome, colossal beasts taming Westeros.

Knowing the consequences of her shared words, who knows what might occur depending on her unfickle judgement.

“You heard the maiden,” Aemond said with a smug on his face. “Release your blade, Uncle,” he commanded.

Grimaced, Daemon drew his sword back in his sheath, parting the gap, and endowed (y/n) and Aemond with imprisoned through his hues. “She’s no maiden. Perhaps I shall call her “Green’s bitch”.”

Aemond’s eye narrowed. Little by little, he stood inches near (y/n), like a proud and mighty dragon stood by its owner.

Watching close by, Rhaenyra and Alicent shared knowing glances.

Overhearing the sound behind them, the king produced an agonizing sound of his breath, (y/n)’s able to catch him from falling in brisk reflex.

“Get the maester, quick!” Alicent cried, as you are clinging onto the ailing king, who was moaning and groaning due to his severe ail.

Everyone made haste as Alicent and Rhaenyra assisted (y/n) on putting back Viserys onto his chair.

Adjusting the king’s posture, Alicent dimissed (y/n) by saying, “We shall talk later. I must tend to my husband. You go on ahead.”

And with that, the council adjourned—(y/n) ushered out, giving Aemond one last look with a slight bent on her neck.

With a final word, Aegon said to Aemond, as they trudged back to the halls. “Daemon took great pleasure in stirring commotion, especially a certain lady, who you’re so keen on.”

Aemond hasn’t utter a single word.

“Obviously, he has missed his youth involved with treachery and rebelliousness. I supposed these days have kept peace quite busy despite our father’s poor lapse of judgment.”

Aemond sauntered farther, but Aegon caught on in a same pace.

“I never knew you had it on you, dear brother. But was it really an act of good will for Helaena’s life or was it a pure instinct to an act of affection?”

“It was all for Helaena’s sake,” Aemond said.

Aegon leered. “Is it?”

From there, Aegon fled.

For once, Aegon never said something stupid or drunk.

Aemond stalked his mother on meeting (y/n) in the chambers he trudged in upon darkest shadows, carefully listening in.

Alicent came over, agitated even concealed in unsuccessful, mortified demeanor. “The Council has been reached to a verdict,” Alicent told (y/n), as if it’s a death sentence—probably the men discussed and finalized to an upcoming conclusion.

He watched as (y/n) was plopping onto the bedside, the last cigarette held between finger has thawed into ashes.

“I see,” (y/n) soften tone echoed the room, rippling against his skin.

Alicent touched (y/n)’s upper arm. “I apologize on behalf of the circumstances. I know it can’t be easy,” she said, sincere.

(Y/n)’s eyes twinkled.

“Despite Rhaenyra vouching for you for saving her son, you have declared of being Aemond’s other eye, and thus, your declaration brought an uprising of questions to the Blacks.”

(Y/n) acknowledged.

“A word of advice; should you wish to keep your wits and tongue, play your part, and keep your head down for the Blacks not to detect or test your patience,” Alicent said. “Common folk, even nobles tend to have ill intentions far from a plain gossip. Kingdoms tend to hatch a birth of vipers and stabbers every corner of the castle walls.”

“I’ll do it,” (y/n) said, without looking back at her, picking on her fingertips.

Alicent clasped her hands over (y/n)’s, and heaved. “Rhaenyra and I are in a current matters of discussion regarding of your future duties in King’s Landing. She proposed the idea of you being as the cupbearer while I proposed the idea of you being as Helaena’s handmaiden. Nothing has set in stone. We did so to ensure of your livelihood be at safest, to cease the gossip that has been spread far and wide regarding to your arrival. But first, the king must anoint you at the throne room for a private ceremony—no audience shall be present.”

You stayed silent; your right hand stroke your left wrist; the feeling the absence without your possession.

“Is something the matter?”

(Y/n) shook your head, light-headed.

“In time of fear and change, that is where you must be brave,” Alicent advised, eyes glistened.

Aemond has never heard of Alicent—his mother—spoken ever so motherly to anyone, not even Aegon.

A sudden shift glided in you when you have decided what to do as (y/n)’s role in King’s Landing. “I’ll bend the knee.”

Alicent’s dulled eyes brightened at your answer. “Then I shall inform my husband regarding to your call.” She laid her hand on (y/n)’s shoulder blade.

Once she stood up, (y/n) bid Alicent goodnight.

And Aemond stayed in the dark, and the only words replaying in his mind are the words she declared opposing the Rogue Prince.

I’ll be his other eye.

The way you shielded his body and ordered him to shift back, Aemond knew that no noble woman or commoner in any Houses would defend him and his honor as a Targaryen and Hightower. Or more than his status as a one-eyed prince. As a swordsman, he can hold off his battles, even in close quarters, but something about you, a strong-headed girl, who knew of little consequences, protected him that he find as devilishly unique.

His mind stirred in a matter of battling between whether he want to fight your battles or claim you.

Perhaps both.

Aemond had certainly come to a closure, a predetermined arrangement of taking you, but obstacles must come forth before a dragon claims the maiden as his crown, glory and a hymn that he won’t mind spend the rest of his life hearing.

Upon a daylight hour, the decision came to a close when both Greens and Blacks debated to assigning on (y/n)’s fate for the realm, despite a given answer. In the end, King Viserys has a final say, which both factions surrendered for an hesitant agreement. In the Red Keep, guest of nobles and common folk alike flocked inside to a point where it’s nearly and impossible to fit, all awaiting, all mind shared one reason.

Hours before the occurrence in the throne room, in Aemond’s quarters, two servants awoke him to bathe, and one maid provided him information regarding to (y/n)—the Maester inspected and mended on her wounds once more before withdrawing. Her eye, however, is healed, just as it was yesterday when she ripped the bandage off.

In the throne, there she was, blocked by tall members of the Kingsguard.

He imagined that a maidservant tugged the strings harder for a cinched waist, despite this, (y/n) cooperated without a fight. Knowing resistance will bring disaster. Until a thought of disaster is long gone. From there, the guards veiled for (y/n) to cross passage towards the steps of the Iron Throne, seeing upon a pristined condition—clad to an outfit befitting for a youthful and appeased maiden to soften at the hardened image of a brute fighter. Her straight long (h/c) locks with thick stands braided as headband atop of her head; strands of baby hair left untouched, and soft paint dabbed it on your chapped lips and cheekbones, tainted in reddish shade to liven your surly visage.

King Viserys proclaimed and summoned (y/n); she knelt with a hand over her chest, head inclining down that her long (h/c) locks framed on sides, reciting her vows. King Viserys crowned her with a green brooch with a four-pointed star sigil pinned on her centered chest once she stood.

“As a last hope for a darkened age within House Targaryen, in hopes to reunite both factions,” King Viserys announced, hoarse. “Salvation rests in your hands. I wish you nothing but the very best to soothe the realm with your grace, Lady Greenstar.”

Two factions appalled at his last claim underneath their vacant neutrality in their hues. Spectators gathered and exchanged in gossip, all frantic and perplexed from their King’s announcement.

A girl from a modern century has been remade through rain of fire and light, befall and rose from sky. Arise onto her feet, who peered upon audience, before the eyes of the two factions, who solely darting her eyes to Aemond, as if she wanted him to sense her heart is surged with heaviness, rebirth as Lady Greenstar.

Aemond did—but couldn’t offer the arms of comfort. His fierce and benevolent maiden. But in the eyes of Gods, Westeros won’t lay rest, as he keeps his ardor hidden.

And chaos entered.

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The Story of Sin [UPDATE 4/27/2024]

Find the demo here. Link to the main post here.

Hey guys!

Welp, I finished the chapter just in time for this month’s update. 😅 I really liked this chapter, though… Things are starting to not be ok for Sin, mentally, and I always love writing things like that

In this chapter, you…

Pick up that small creature! [And NOT hurt it!! Good job!! 👏]

Hang out with Murmur for a bit and learn a bit more about yourself

Hurt Murmur’s feelings :( [It’s ok, you can apologize!]

Have another strange dream

Upset Will. :( [It’s ok again! You can apologize… Eventually.]

Hang out with Murmur and Anya for a bit.

Some things- I’m slowly changing the look of the whole game. Now that some ✨THEMES✨ are settling in, I’m able to actually make the IF look a little prettier. I have some other art I will be adding later, when something in particular happens in the story, so get ready for that as well! [Also, this is random, but I realize that I’ve never mentioned this… The beautiful hand/forehead model for the SoS banner is my lovely little sister. Just wanted to throw that out there! 😂] I am also introducing a secret stat 👀 I’m not entirely sure how I want it to look on the stat page, so right now it’s just a number that will either go up or down depending on some of your choices. So, until I figure out how I want it to look…… Enjoy just a random number on the stats page. 😂

Also! If you are interested in being a beta-tester/proofreader, please send me a message on tumblr. Or, if you don’t have a tumblr, just send me an email. [email protected] Please only message me if you are serious in beta-testing or being a proofreader. I’m not really picky about how much experience you have, but I do want people who would actively be helping me correct things like grammar, bugs, coding errors, etc. Oh! Also, you will need a discord account to be a beta-tester or proofreader. That’s the only requirement!!

And, since it’s been a hot second and I have a lot more followers now… If you are able to, and like my art/works to the point that you would like extra content, please consider becoming a patron, or buying me a kofi! I know times are tough right now, so it’s totally fine if you can’t donate anything. But even just sharing/liking/commenting/etc. Are other ways you can help support me. But, if you do have a few dollars you can spare a month, I have tiers on patreon ranging from $1-$5- you get extra content that you can request, and early access to updates and whatnot!

One more thing! I was just able to get this month’s update done, but I definitely think May’s update might not happen. 🥺 Midterms are next week, AND I’ll be going on a small vacation to Portland, OR. for about a week at the start of May… So I may not have enough time to put together the update for next month! I’ll let you guys for sure when the time comes, but I just wanted to let you know now in case it ends up happening! Thank you for being patient and understanding. ☺️

See you all next update!

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httpiastri · 2 months

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PERFECTLY FINE – 2023 SEASON SOCIAL MEDIA RECAP

author's note: dropping this off for yall ahead of the weekend bcs i have important sports stuff these next two days and likely won't be on here at all (i won't even have time to watch the races 🙃). just a little cute thingy before the first chapter hehe! the twt pics are unevenly cropped so pls open them to read all 😚 also this is my first social media au so go easy on me <3

author's note #2: you may not notice this if i don't say it but i'll say it anyway… i actually edited out zak from like four pics so that i could post this 😭 lol

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MELBOURNE, APRIL 2023

yourusername amazing weekend here down under!! so thankful for my fantastic team for all of the hard work, the car is a pleasure to drive. and shoutout to my lovely teammates, i love being annoyed and pushed around by you all ❤️

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user icon!!!

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frederikvestiofficial i would never annoy you 🥲

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user not her calling ollie TEDDY BEAR ??? im out

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paularon_ ❤️🏆

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dinobeganovic_ time for a haircut? paularon_

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user great drive today!! u really deserved that win 💙

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saacha_fqt thank you for the champagne! 🥳

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???, MAY 2023

SPA-FRANCORCHAMPS, JULY 2023

paularon_ p3 in spa. thanks to the team for the good work

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user good job paul!! still not sure why prema thought the slicks were a good idea but 🫶

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user why is he looking so upset 😭 mate you just got a podium, celebrate a little

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user that first lap was mega 🔥

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mercedesamgf1 great job all weekend paul. good points to head into the break with. 👏

yourusername had a pretty good time in spa 🤭

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user sprint race win and then 4th in the feature? queen behavior

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jakcrawford_ dino and ollie looking great

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redbulljuniorteam amazing work!! 💪

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user y/n rlly is red bull personified omg, she truly loves her team

→ user and they love her back 🥺 always commenting on her posts, aww

ZANDVOORT, AUGUST 2023

yourusername look how happy jackie is for his podium <3 thanks zandvoort!!

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user i love to see ollie being bullied on his bike

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olliebearman adorable jakcrawford_

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user love to see y/n happy even after what happened with paul 💓

→ user yes yes! she was hanging out in the prema paddock all weekend, joking around with ollie and fred. and then she even went out for dinner with jak and clem 🥺

→ user i didn't know she's friends with clem?

→ user she probably isn't lol but she follows jak anywhere like a puppy 😭

MONZA, SEPTEMBER 2023

yourusername the best season ever 😭 where do i even start? massive massive thanks to the entire team. all of the engineers, mechanics, workers back home at the factory, and everyone else involved, i'm so thankful for you all. and big thanks to my family and friends for supporting me all the way, i couldn't have done any of this without you all. and to my dear, lovely teammates: you're the best, i'll see you all again soon. ❤️ (and congrats gabrielbortoleto_ for the championship! 🏆)

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user why does it sound like she won't stay with prema 😭

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gabrielbortoleto_ congrats on p2! see you again next year

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user congrats on a great season!! can't wait to keep following you in the future <33

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redbulljuniorteam you made us proud this season 🫡 let's keep pushing!

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user had so much fun meeting you in zandvoort 🥺 hope you have another amazing season 2024!

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user she went from posting several pics of paul in her dumps to posting none… 💔

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CAMBRIDGE, DECEMBER 2023

yourusername happy holidays 🤍🤶❄️🎄

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dinobeganovic_ send me the gingerbread cookies, won't you?

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user bearman with a bear plushie 🥺 i'm so soft

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user the matching pjs.... when is it my turn???

???, FEBRUARY 2024

#perfectly fine!#f1 #f2 #paul aron #ollie bearman #formula two #formula 2 #series #fluff #angst #x reader #x you #x yn #x y/n #imagine #scenario #x oc #fic #fanfic #ferrari driver academy

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sarahsartistportfolio · 5 months

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For my followers who are specifically following me for Genshin content here are my plans/ideas going forward

First of all I will never ever write an imposter! AU

It doesn't interest me in the slightest. I have no desire to write my favorite characters trying to hunt me down and kill me. I'll never write it.

also I write for all my girly girls. Any genshin piece I write will always be AFAB/female reader. I write for the girly girls, the sub girls, the girls who love pink and dresses, the dainty girls. I write for you. So if you're also a high femm girly you will love my goddess reader.

and and I don't want to write a full on yandere cult au. I like the idea of all the characters being transfixed, fascinated by you. Like everybody loves you but they're not all just willing to throw their own morals away to follow your command. A nice balance is what I want. Like everyone wants your attention, wants your love but not everybody is willing to die/kill for you(expect Childe in every universe he's down bad for you)

Some scenarios I have in my head already

Um I have already in the works a really long Wanderer smut piece. You probable still wont see it for the next few weeks because I want it to be very cleaned up and polished. I want to put a lot of effort in it. Its Wanderer having some dubious intentions and trying to manipulate you into sleeping with him hehe

What I also want to do, I think it will be more organized on AO3. Is I want to just make a fic that's just titled like SAGAU: Cyno ficlets/ um something lol And it will just be out of order chapters that just focus on CynoXGoddess reader or you know insert character here XGoddess reader.

Like I want to write

Cyno's first time meeting Goddess you

Petting Tighnari's ears and him shamelessly pinning for your attention because he knows you love to pet him

Childe's worship towards you

Falling asleep on Xiao's lap(Cyno too!)

Jealous Lyney !!!

You giving favoritism to some characters and gifting them a second vision!

You've heard of calling the characters a good boy/girl but what about THEM calling you a good girl🥰🥰🥰

Yae Miko putting me/you into sub space if anyone can do it it would be her🥺

Similar to A Rumor Spreads but this time the rumor is that you want to have a baby lol BONUS the rumor gets a little twisted and now people believe that you are already pregnant

Lyney discovers that speaking french/Fontainian to you makes you weak and he weaponizes this against you

Venti....eating us out...that's it

Putting a little bell collar and bow on Tighnari's tail 🥰

KAZUHA...TEACHING US HOW TO KISS?? YES PLEASE OMG

also platonic Nahida and Furina scenarios because they're my bffs

EDIT I thought of some more

You confess to Albedo you've never experienced an orgasm before and he offers to run a few experiments on you to help you out

👏👏👏 You and Venti fucking in his church oh yes yes yes 😵

Poor Tighnari looks so miserable and frustrated during his rut. Why dont we...offer to help him out you know. As his beloved and ever so kind god. Why dont we offer to be his cute little fleshlight to help relieve him during this time hm?❤

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Wohooooo

I love how anime team make Yor's final fight with such intensity just like any of Shonen heroes final battle!!

Super awesome!

And finally they play the song in the Cruise Arc trailer.

Also, I love this anime original addition.

How Loid is so ready to catch a falling Anya from the upper bunk bed.

Yor treating her own wounds, and apparently she hides in the 3rd class room too.

And last but not least....

I love how they add the Forger getting ready for the adventure at the resort!

I thank anime team for this particular beautiful Yor shot 🥰🥰🥰

Gosh!!! She's so pretty!!

Kudos for Muse Indonesia's admin for choosing this particular shot as the tumbnail. You really have wonderful taste, brother 🤣🤣🤣👏👏👏

Anyway, next week we will finaly have chp 56.

I'm bummed that they didn't expand the chapter to whole eps, but eeh... I hope they did Endo's art of scenery justice.

And of course, please give us the best TwiYor crumbs shots, anime team!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰

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rowanmorrison big love from the whole family.

judebellingham so proud regardless

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To say the final started fragile would be a big understatement. Despite spending the evening making up with Leah, being reassured by Jude, and also knowing that the dream wasn't just for Noah, you still found yourself restless and anxious about the next day.

You woke up with a start, the sheets tangled around you from a restless night's sleep. The weight of the upcoming final weighed heavily on your mind, making it nearly impossible to find peace even in sleep. As you pushed yourself out of bed, your legs felt weak, barely supporting your weight as you made your way to the bathroom.

Your reflection in the mirror revealed dark circles under your eyes, evidence of the sleepless nights leading up to the final. You splashed cold water on your face, hoping the shock would snap you out of your anxious state. The water trickled down your face, carrying away some of the tension but leaving the underlying nervousness untouched.

Memories of past nerve-wracking moments flooded your mind as you tried to calm your racing heart. This feeling wasn't new; it was the same intense nervousness you'd experienced before crucial games, like the one that determined your spot on Arsenal. The pressure, the expectations, they all culminated in moments like these, testing your resilience and determination.

Taking several deep breaths, you tried to center yourself, focusing on the rhythmic pattern of your breathing to anchor your swirling thoughts. It was just nerves, you reassured yourself, something you'd overcome before. You remembered the countless hours of training, the sweat and tears poured into honing your skills for moments like this.

As you stood there, trying to gather your thoughts and calm your nerves, you felt a tinge of pain beginning to flare up in your stomach. It caught you off guard, making you wince as you tried to pinpoint the source of the discomfort.

Uncertain about the feeling, you began to stretch, hoping that maybe you had just slept in an awkward position. As you reached up to stretch your arms overhead, you felt the tension in your muscles start to ease, but the pain in your stomach persisted, a nagging reminder of the stress and anxiety you were feeling.

To make matters worse, as everyone else began to grab something to eat, filling their plates with breakfast items to fuel their bodies for the final, you found yourself unable to join them. The lingering pain in your stomach and the overwhelming nervousness made the thought of eating almost impossible.

You watched as your teammates chatted and laughed, the tension from earlier slowly dissipating as they focused on the meal before them. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air, but to you, it was all a blur, your stomach churning at the mere thought of food.

Feeling a pang of disappointment, you tried to push aside the discomfort, reminding yourself that you needed to stay focused and not let the nerves get the best of you. You took a few sips of water, hoping to settle your stomach and provide some relief from the persistent pain.

Despite the physical and emotional challenges you were facing, you knew that you had to stay strong for yourself and your team. As everyone settled down at the table, exchanging encouraging words and rallying each other for the final, you felt a renewed sense of determination wash over you.

Leah and Sarina, sensing the need to rally the team, stepped forward to address the players. "Remember the game against Spain," Leah began, her voice steady and inspiring. "We faced challenges, but we overcame them together. That same resilience and unity will carry us through today."

Sarina nodded in agreement, adding her own words of encouragement. "Each one of you has worked tirelessly to be here. Trust in yourselves and trust in each other. Together, we're unstoppable."

Drawing strength from their words and the collective spirit of the team, you felt a surge of confidence build within you. You knew that you were ready to face whatever challenges the final had in store, armed with resilience, determination, and the unwavering support of those who believed in you."

As the day of the final began to pass on the horizon, the anticipation and excitement were palpable. The team buzzed with energy, fans already cheering and flags wavin, a sea of colors painting a vivid tapestry of support and enthusiasm.

Amidst the throng of supporters, you spotted familiar faces making their way towards you. Your heart swelled with emotion as you saw your dad, mum, brothers Rowan and Elliot, sister Eden, and Jude—your boyfriend—approaching, their smiles bright and infectious.

"Y/N!" Eden exclaimed, wrapping you in a tight embrace. "We're so proud of you!"

Your eyes welled up with tears of joy as you hugged each family member in turn, feeling their love and support enveloping you like a warm blanket.

"Dad, Mum, I'm so glad you're here," you whispered, feeling a lump in your throat.

"We wouldn't miss it for the world," your dad replied, his eyes glistening with pride. "You've worked so hard for this moment, and we're behind you all the way."

"You've been watching" you ask. Elliot looks at you before engulfing you in a hug.

"Oh little sister, you're a bloody star you are-"

"I am?"

"I think we always worried that football killed Noah. But now, seeing you out there- we couldn't have been further from the truth." Rowan admitted, holding your niece in her arms.

Jude comes up behind you handing over a glass of water. You frown slightly before taking it. "You look pale-"

"Yeah, i feel slightly sick i think its the nerves." You admit.

"Noah used to do this too y'know. Before every game. "Rowan reminisces looking over to your dad.

"He did?"

"Mhmm. Couldn't eat anything the night before or day off a match. It was so bad that i remember forcing him to eat mushed banana at the side of the pitch, not letting the referee start before he'd eaten something-" Your mum laughs slightly, before looking down in her own bag. "Now you Mrs, eat up."

She hands you a banana, and you gratefully accept it despite the nausea still very much in your gut.

Your dad smirks before pulling you in for another hug. "I'm so proud of you my little chuck. Who'd of thought, a Morrison at a world cup final!"

Jude admired your family interaction from afar noticing how much effort your brothers especially had put into noticing your talent. It felt like a full circle moment.

Once you pulled away from your dads grasp, Jude stepped forward, taking your hands in his. In a moment filled with love and tenderness, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. Opening it, he revealed a delicate silver necklace with a pendant shaped like a soccer ball.

"I wanted you to have this," Jude said softly, placing the necklace around your neck. "So that no matter where you are or what you're doing, you'll always have a piece of me with you."

Tears of gratitude welled up in your eyes as you touched the pendant, moved by Jude's thoughtful gesture. The weight of the upcoming final seemed a little lighter, knowing you carried with you a tangible reminder of his love and support.

"Thank you, Jude," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. "I love it, and I love you."

Jude's eyes sparkled as he smiled, pulling you into a tender embrace. "I love you too, Y/N. Go out there and shine. I'll be cheering you on every step of the way."

As you stood there, surrounded by your family and Jude, the noise and excitement of the crowd seemed to fade into the background, replaced by a comforting bubble of love and support. The weight of the upcoming final felt a little less daunting, knowing that you had such an incredible support system behind you.

With renewed confidence and determination, you turned to face your teammates, their faces reflecting the same mix of excitement and nerves that you felt. The energy was infectious, the air charged with anticipation for the final showdown.

“Alright, team,” Leah called out, rallying everyone together. “Let’s channel this energy and focus on the task at hand. We’ve got a final to win!”

Sarina nodded in agreement, her gaze sweeping across the team. “Remember what we’ve worked for, the sacrifices we’ve made, and the bond we’ve forged. This is our moment, and together, we will seize it.”

The team erupted into cheers, the collective spirit palpable as you all joined hands, forming a tight circle. The unity and camaraderie among you were undeniable, the shared goal of victory binding you together.

As you broke from the huddle, your eyes met Jude’s one last time, his encouraging smile giving you the final push you needed. You knew that you were ready, ready to give it your all, ready to leave everything on the field, ready to make your family, friends, and teammates proud.

With a final nod to your loved ones, you joined your teammates, the excitement and anticipation building as you prepared to step onto the field. The final awaited, and you were ready, armed with resilience, determination, and the unwavering support of those who believed in you.

The stage was set, the moment was here, and you were ready to shine.

As the match began, the energy on the field was electric, both teams eager to seize control and make their mark early on. Despite your initial confidence, believing the match might be easier than anticipated, it quickly became apparent that the Spanish team was a force to be reckoned with.

Time and time again, they launched relentless attacks, their skilled players weaving through your defense with precision and determination. Each near miss sent a jolt of anxiety through you, the ball narrowly missing the goal on multiple occasions, the crowd's gasps echoing in your ears.

The pressure was mounting, the Spanish team refusing to back down, their relentless pace and skill testing your defensive capabilities to the limit. You found yourself constantly on the move, chasing after the ball, making desperate tackles, and clearing dangerous crosses, doing everything in your power to keep them at bay.

With each defensive play, you felt the weight of the team's expectations on your shoulders, the collective hope of victory driving you to push through the exhaustion and frustration. The Spanish team's relentless onslaught was a stark reminder that this final would be anything but easy.

Despite the mounting pressure and the relentless attacks, you refused to let doubt creep in, drawing strength from your teammates' unwavering support and encouragement. You dug deep, tapping into your resilience and determination, determined to rise to the challenge and turn the tide in your team's favor.

As the halftime whistle blew, you and your teammates retreated to the sidelines, catching your breath and regrouping for the second half. The score remained level, a testament to your defensive efforts, but the battle was far from over.

Gathering around Leah and Sarina, their words of encouragement resonated with renewed meaning, their belief in the team's ability to overcome the challenges ahead unwavering.

"We knew this wouldn't be easy," Leah began, her voice steady and reassuring. "But we've faced adversity before, and we've come out stronger. Stay focused, trust in each other, and let's show them what we're made of."

Sarina nodded in agreement, her eyes scanning the determined faces of her players. "We've got this, but it's going to take everything we've got. Let's leave it all on the field and bring home that trophy."

With renewed determination and a clear game plan in mind, you and your teammates took to the field for the second half, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The final awaited, and you were ready to give it your all, knowing that victory was within reach if you stayed united and fought together as one.

A sudden wave of nausea washed over you, and you suddenly found herself doubled over in the bathroom, desperately trying to hold herself together. Unbeknownst to her, Leah noticed the distress and, acting on instinct, rushed in after her.

"Y/N, what's happening? You don't look well," Leah observed, her voice laced with worry.

Y/N, trying to mask her discomfort, managed a weak smile. "Just a bit dizzy, Leah. It's nothing, really."

Leah wasn't convinced, studying Y/N closely. "This isn't 'nothing.' You're pushing yourself too hard. You need to tell Serena; she can make a substitution."

Panic flashed in Y/N's eyes as she whispered urgently, "No, Leah, please. I can do this. I've worked so hard to be here. I just need a moment."

Leah hesitated, torn between compassion and the responsibility she felt for her teammate's well-being. "Y/N, I get it. But you're risking your health. This isn't just about today; it's about the rest of your career."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she pleaded, "Leah, please. Don't tell anyone. I promise I can get that goal. It's all I've ever dreamed of."

Leah sighed, realizing the depth of Y/N's desperation. "Okay, but you have to promise me that if it gets worse, you'll let someone know. We can't risk your health for a goal."

Y/N nodded gratefully, and the two of them set to work, cleaning up and disguising the toll the match had taken.

Returning to the pitch for extra time, your steps were steadier, though the lingering effects of your physical strain were undeniable. The silent understanding between you and Leah had forged a bond that transcended the confines of the game, a connection that fortified your resolve.

The atmosphere on the field was electric, the Spanish team intensifying their attacks with wave after wave of attempts on goal. Positioned in a defensive role, you fought relentlessly to keep them at bay, intercepting passes and positioning yourself with unwavering focus.

Amidst the relentless Spanish attacks, your resilience shone through. You blocked shots and made crucial tackles, showcasing extraordinary determination to thwart their relentless onslaught. As the pressure mounted, the nausea returned, a testament to the physical toll you were enduring.

When the crucial moment arrived, and the ball found its way to you, Leah's words echoed in your mind – a reminder of the strength that comes from leaning on your teammates. Your legs burned with exhaustion, but the goal beckoned like a distant dream.

With a burst of determination, you kicked the ball towards the goal, the weight of the team's hopes and dreams propelling it forward. The goalkeeper dove in a desperate attempt to make the save, but it was too late.

Jude's eyes widened as he watched you score the crucial equalizing goal, a surge of pride and joy filling his heart. "That's my girl," he whispered, a proud smile stretching across his face.

However, as the euphoria of the equalizing goal engulfed you, your legs gave way beneath you, the weight of exhaustion and adrenaline taking its toll. Lucy and Leah, sensing the urgency, rushed over, their faces etched with concern as they reached out to support you, preventing you from collapsing onto the pitch.

"Are you okay?" Lucy asked, her voice filled with worry.

Leah added, "Stay with us. You've got this."

The stadium, once alive with jubilation, transformed into an arena of shared apprehension. The cheers faded into a hushed silence, replaced by the collective gasp of fans witnessing the abrupt turn of events. The energy in the air shifted from celebration to concern, a palpable tension that spread like wildfire.

With Lucy and Leah's unwavering support, you managed to rise, their arms wrapped around you as they steadied your shaky steps. Their eyes met yours, conveying silent words of encouragement and reassurance.

"You've got this," Leah whispered, her voice steady and reassuring.

Lucy nodded in agreement, "We're in this together, always."

Taking a moment, you closed your eyes, taking a deep, steadying breath, drawing strength from within to push through the pain. Triggering a nostalgic feeling, you decided to acknowledge the fans, a gesture that had become your signature celebration. You bowed deeply, a symbol of gratitude for their unwavering support, and then waved, your gesture echoing the spirited celebrations of your brother, a tribute to his legacy and the strength and resilience that ran in your family.

The crowd responded with thunderous applause and cheers, their support a comforting blanket enveloping you in warmth.

"Y/N Morrison! Y/N Morrison!" a fan shouted from the stands, the chant echoing throughout the stadium, a testament to the impact you had on the hearts of the supporters.

The moment was filled with raw emotion, a blend of triumph, relief, and gratitude. Your teammates, watching from a distance, felt a surge of pride and admiration, their hearts swelling with respect for your determination and resilience.

As you stood, supported by Lucy and Leah, the weight of the moment was felt by all. It was a powerful reminder of the physical and emotional toll of the game, the sacrifices made, and the indomitable spirit that drove you to push beyond your limits.

The memories created in those fleeting moments would forever be etched in your heart, a poignant reminder of the highs and lows of the beautiful game and the unbreakable bonds forged on and off the pitch.

As the match transitioned into extra time, the intensity on the pitch only grew. Sarina, the coach, approached you, her eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. "Y/N, are you okay to continue?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.

You nodded, determination shining in your eyes. "I'm good, Sarina. I've got this."

Both teams displayed remarkable resilience during extra time, each side fighting tooth and nail for that coveted advantage. The pace was relentless, with neither team willing to back down.

You found yourself in promising positions, nearly getting a couple of shots on goal, each attempt narrowly missing its mark. The frustration was palpable, but you remained undeterred, your focus unwavering.

On the defensive end, you were called upon to defend with everything you had, throwing yourself into tackles, intercepting passes, and putting your body on the line to keep the opposition at bay. The stakes were high, and every moment was crucial.

Lucy and Leah continued to offer their unwavering support, rallying around you, their presence a constant source of strength and encouragement. Together, you fought valiantly, each player giving their all for the team and the shared dream that had brought you this far.

The clock ticked down, and the tension reached a fever pitch. Every play, every pass, and every shot carried the weight of the match's outcome. The stadium echoed with the roars of the crowd, each cheer a testament to the passion and dedication of the fans who stood by you through every twist and turn.

As the final whistle blew, signaling the end of extra time, both teams were left standing, exhausted but proud. The scoreboard showed a draw, setting the stage for a nerve-wracking penalty shootout to decide the winner.

Both sides huddled together, rallying one another for the impending showdown. The air was thick with anticipation, each player steeling themselves for the crucial kicks that lay ahead.

The memories of the match would forever be etched in your heart, a testament to the resilience, determination, and unbreakable bonds forged in the heat of competition. Now, with the match hanging in the balance, it was time to dig deep, summoning every ounce of strength and courage for the final chapter of this unforgettable journey.

As the shootout progressed, the tension reached new heights, every eye fixed on the pitch, every heart pounding with anticipation. The Spanish players matched your team's efforts, their shots equally accurate and powerful. The pressure was immense, but both teams rose to the occasion, showcasing nerves of steel, the scoreboard reflecting a deadlock with every successful conversion.

**Commentary:** "Spain answering back with authority! This is a shootout for the ages!"

With each successful penalty, the atmosphere grew thicker, the weight of each kick felt by every player, every coach, and every fan in the stadium. The tension was unbearable, the drama unfolding on the pitch captivating the entire world.

Then, a pivotal moment arrived. The Spanish player stepped up for their final penalty, the weight of her team's hopes evident in her eyes. With a deep breath, she struck the ball with power, aiming for the top corner. But Mary Earps, your goalkeeper, had other plans, diving acrobatically to her left to make a spectacular save.

**Commentary:** "Oh, what a save! Earps with the stop of her life! England still in this!"

The stadium erupted in a deafening roar, the momentum swinging decisively in your team's favor. The atmosphere was electric, the crowd on the edge of their seats, the air charged with excitement and anticipation.

But the realization quickly set in – the entire final result of this whole tournamentnow rested on your shoulders. The weight of the moment was immense, the pressure palpable, the silence deafening.

As you walked to the penalty spot, every step echoed with the weight of history, the enormity of the moment sinking in. The crowd fell silent, the only sound being the rhythmic beating of your heart. Lucy Bronze, Alessia Russo, and Leah Williamson offered words of encouragement as you passed them, their belief in you unwavering, their eyes filled with hope and confidence.

You took a deep breath, focusing your mind, channeling the countless hours of training and dedication that had brought you to this moment. The goalkeeper stood tall, the goal seemingly shrinking before your eyes, the net a tantalizing target beckoning you to seize the glory that lay beyond.

The ball rocketed into the net, the goalkeeper diving in vain, the stadium erupting in a cacophony of cheers and jubilation. You had done it, the weight of the moment lifted, the victory secured.

Commentary: “It all comes down to this historic moment! Morrison steps up for England! The weight of 58 years of waiting on her shoulders! Can she deliver the final blow to end England’s World Cup drought?”

The ball soared into the top corner, a rocket of precision and power, the net bulging with the force of a nation’s hopes and dreams finally realized.

Commentary: “She’s done it! Morrison delivers! England wins the World Cup for the first time since 1966! A moment that will be etched in history, a moment that will be celebrated for generations to come! The wait is over, England are champions!”

The stadium was a sea of red and white, flags waving, scarves twirling, voices raised in unison as the realization sank in. Tears of joy flowed freely, embraces shared between strangers, friends, and family alike. The atmosphere was electric, the energy palpable, a collective euphoria sweeping through the crowd like a tidal wave of emotion.

And then it was done. England had done it. They had won the world cup and it was your goal that secured it!

"Noah. We did it." You smiled to yourself before going over to celebrate with your teammates.

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